Saturday, September 24, 2011

Thank you

I’ve no idea how many times I said this already =) But it really comes deep from the abyss, the ventricle Bundle of His or something like that, from my heart.
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First of all a very very thank you to my mum, who at 19 years ago was jolted awake by the fella who want to come out at 1.36 a.m. of all times. Until today the biological clock has not been reset, still in US time zone configuration lol! Thank you for raising me up such that I can be here today as I am now, and I apologize whenever I fought and screamed at you. I always love you Mama. And Papa too faster quit smoking. You said that you will quit on my 7th birthday. Until now!
<< this one last year pic. this year she gigi sakit. get well soon ma!








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And a special thanks to this cute girl, one who has been very supportive, helpful and specially awesome and holds a very special place in my heart =)




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And of course all my dear members of the Stargazer Society and schoolmates in MCKL!!! and Jordan my brokeback friend (joking) for the ‘thoughtful’ card and the lollipops haha. Just the thing to keep me awake in Maths class!
309181_2252339701100_1026497380_31911651_1995775265_n  Special mention to Bryan of the Council of the Heng Dais®. Now I am conferred with the honour of the Astrologically turned ONN Heng Dai. Usually I will give them an earful for those who confuse astrology with astronomy, but anyway…

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My loot. :D I particularly liked the rocket card from Joy and the Stargazer Society! Even made a desktop background picture out of it…
It’s just too cute! XD
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Not forgetting my sister who bought a brownish hair colouring cream. Wonder when shall I try it out ^^V And wishes from my cousins, they’re so cute they write and put in envelopes complete with a used stamp and slip it in the mailbox. Reminds me of this picture :

Finally, I still wanna quote Haruki Murakami, from his best selling novel Norwegian Wood, about being in the last years of your teenager years. Hehe.
Halfway through April Naoko turned 20. She was seven months older than I was, my own birthday being in November. There was something strange about her becoming 20. I. felt as if the only thing that made sense, whether for Naoko or for me, was to keep going back and forth between 18 and 19. After 18 would come 19, and after 19, 18, of course. But she turned 20. And in the autumn, I would do the same. Only the dead stay 17 for ever.
It rained on her birthday. After lectures I bought a cake nearby and took the tram to her flat. “We ought to have a celebration,” I said. I probably would have wanted the same thing if our positions had been reversed. It must be hard to pass your twentieth birthday alone. The tram had been packed and had pitched so wildly that by the time I arrived at Naoko’s room the cake was looking more like the Roman Colosseum than anything else. Still, once I had managed to stand up the 20 candles I had brought along, light them, close the curtains and turn out the lights, we had the makings of a birthday party. Naoko opened a bottle of wine. We drank, had some cake, and enjoyed a simple dinner.
“I don’t know, it’s stupid being 20,” she said. “I’m just not ready. It feels weird. Like somebody’s pushing me from behind.”
“I’ve got seven months to get ready,” I said with a laugh.
“You’re so lucky! Still 19!” said Naoko with a hint of envy.
Thank you everyone. You made my day =)

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Sometimes I hate the city

Sometimes I hate the city,

With grey concrete building and black tar road,

Countless faces I will never know,

Only the synthesized voice accompanying the road home.

Lying down in the field when I was young,

The wind hugs me welcome,

Sounds of water gossips about the intruder,

Grasses bend down to carry me,

As i fall asleep listening to birds chatter.

Now all I have is a sweaty steel chair,

nonsensical noise from strangers,

and a mechanical mouth that keeps

blowing cold stale air on my face.

The seven ages of man

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players,
They have their exits and entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide,
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

November Rain

The unstoppable rhythm of raindrops falling to the ground,

committing mass suicide.

The yellow, mighty bright old sun, cannot do anything,

to counter the dark clouds.

The calendar is nearing the end, gray coats line the gloomy streets,

And when your fears subside, And shadows still remain,

In a cold November rain.

I know its September but the music is just too nice and apt. With all the load of applications, club activities and exams for both sides of the world. It does feel like November, doesn’t it? More so, when you see your former classmates already going to places, universities of their choice, and you are only struggling now. Never lose heart, you tell yourself, but sometimes it can be just too much. Maybe its time for me to crank down my gear a bit, stop daydreaming of ‘awesome’ activities and outing for the club, cos’ I need some time… on my own. lol. I still don’t understand how did I manage 3 outings in the last short semester.

Preparing for another trip to Penang again, on my own.

Tackling the loads of paperwork, on my own.

Sometimes I need some time… on my own,

Everybody needs some time … on their own.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Runnnnning out of time =(

With all the university applications, Stargazer events, astronomy events and fucking MCKL exams, I am no longer the slow paced, take-it-easy, God-is-in-heaven-all’s-right-with-the-world student. Or am I? Procrastination is the deadliest poison for me now, it always required a certain degree of pressure to set in before I am willing to get to work.

No need for sleep the next few days…. bye dreamland…

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