10 goodbyes 4 u!

10 goodbyes to all of u...
for 10 days i shall  b away.....
to putrajaya, thats where we're supposed to go,

to do some human graphic thing..

10 goodbyes to all of u...
dunt miss me for this 10 days...
for i wunt b able to blog nor online~
makesure u MISS me!!!!


GOOD BYE

GOOD BYE

GOOD BYE

GOOD BYE

GOOD  BYE

GOOD BYE

GOOD BYE

GOOD BYE

GOOD BYE

GOOD BYE

10 GOODBYES FOR ALL OF YOU!!

this guy n me!

the following was a conversation between a 13 years old and a 19 years old guy~ ^^

note: the 13 years old is a friend of mine~ ^^
        the 19 years old person is me of course~ ^.^

so here it went........
13 yers old: so u gt gf?

19 yers old: me? haha..u guess leh?

13 yers old: got alot

19 yers old: haha, y leh?

13 yers old: duno

13 yers old: seems like that

13 yers old: that type tht got alot gf

sitting back in the present glancing into the past...

being here in a whole new place, i see a lot of things. making new friends and joking with them was what i usually do. strutting and fretting my days upon the hours of my everyday life has become a norm to me. but at one time, at one moment, at that very second, i recall of my past. i re-image of my memories of being in a school that has never brought me fear nor discomfort. slowly through the window, i see what i once was and i wonder what i would be become of then.


1. the karaoke session we had in ts. screaming and shouting and yelling through the not-so-good mike. back then it was me, jin, kok weng, najwa, ash, izaty, alif, zhafran,rahim, firdaus n faiz.....we came about songs that actualy some of them touched me leaving me behind the idea of what a true friendship could actually mean. Aerosmith's I don't wanna miss a thing and Samson's Kenangan Terindah were the two melodies of once in a life time that i would actually hear. in fact it would be the first and the last i could actually. nevertheless i hope it would not end! 


2. the library of sgi. being the president, brought me to a new level in life. the jokes that i made with them. always calling wan chuin n bee theng to clean the library, the tricks i taught my juniors. teaching joshua loke on how to clean the books during kebersihan. the rules that i did not actually practised leaving my juniors out of hand but under my eyes. junn lim, chung, mien yuen, han seong, n those fellas used to mingle in the office library, in the counters..the meetings i keep n me being the only voice heard across the four walls. those times were truly a treasure of a life time and it would be a moment of love, friendship, love, compassion and laughter.


3. the cinemas, the cafes, n the lakes. now and then, having a car and motor license granted me the advantage of zooming here and there with a myvi n c70. the gate was a popular spot. i brought many new comers like junn lim, chung, mien yuen n nicholas.....i introduced to my great bm teacher, pn zura n my fellow malay debate mates...my besties n those people always in mind and in heart; kalai, shariza, wy, azim and countless more..the panorama, the place for the best ice cream in town..the largest ie cream v had but wasted..me, junn lim, chung and nicholas were so full that we left almost 3/4 of it there..lucky for them, i had the bill settled. the movies that we went together.....the jokes and laughter in the cinemas with dinesh, sharizal, kalai, yen, azim, wy, junn lim, jin, nicholas, chung, mien yuen, zhafran, kok weng, alif, izaty, najwa n those beautiful-hearted people.....the lake gardens, where me kalai, sharizal and wy had our fashion photoshoot...bearing in mind that it was like 2am!! v did crazy stuffs, walking to buy burgers at a nearby stall, and snapping pictures all the way round. indeed it was a true moment of enjoyment and bonding.


4. classes and school and projects....lazying around in class in my last years were full time job..the battle between izaty and ash over me never leaves my head...the scandals spread of me and jin was fun!          
the mouth war with xian yung...the high pitched laughs...fooling around with fathil, arvind, roshan, and dinesh made my schooling days a whole lot fun...the bendera n posters i used to help y arts teacher complete for sports day...the times of me being a referee for basketball during PJ's...emcee-ing the installation night of the interact club.....organizing, performing and decorating in a concert that turned out to be the most succesful concerts ever held in the history of sgi as said by the teachers.....battling over miss 3Y made me think that some how or rather in life, nothing leaves us smooth through out the journey....and those were the few moments of my life that changed the self that i am now, that matured me in all ways that brought me close to what we perceive as a person...to what i call someone beautiful and someone who lives a life!

back to where i am now, i always wondered maybe one day i could actually go through all them repeatedly. like a video tape, i will never dispose nor even put them aside. to the god i pray, to the angels who watch over me, hear me say;

"may what i have went through never be the same in my days to come, may my days to come be better than my yesterdays, may my yesterdays be an everlasting-non-fading jewel, may my tomorrows always be a surprise of wonderful things.




*susu is now going to continue completing his assignment feeling a whole lot much better to let go off such thoughts in mind*

sealed lips now with a slit!!!

the day was beautifully fine. everything was jus so fine. in the morning, no lecturer!! yay! mr mohana called n said he had observation in school n couldnt attend, so we were like..ARGHHHH 

so everyone was like laughin n foolin around~ ^^ wakakakaakaka.......making fun of our NUN n fellow mates were my normal routine..hey! its not tht i mock them or wat, bt it is u noe a way of talking, n everyon is comfortable wit it, infact those hu gets it frm me do laugh about it to..so wats d big deal..i mean life is suppose to be about tht ryte?

anyway, lets go on...so we were in class..n the lecturer was AGAIN late....hehe..well..i guess this is kinda normal~ lol! ^^ so as usual la..perangai budak2!! 

* CAKAP CAKAP CAKAP CAKAP CAKAP!!!!!!*

out of the blue, SUMONE said this...

"kajian saintifik mengatakan sekiranya tangan kita lebih besar daripada muka kita, kemungkinan besar kita akan mendapat barah"

n i was so into it, n was like..
"yeker?"

n so this PERSON told me to try la....(mind you, u may noe wat mite happen next, but i mmg dunt noe!!)

so aku pun letak tangan aku kat muka aku....n as i was like tryin to  weather is my hand really bigger than my face......

*bamm!*

THAT IDIOT HIT ME ON THE FACE WIT MY HAND ON MY FACE!!! I WAS LIKE SO SHOCKED N COULDNT SAY A WORD...I JUZ DIN EXPECT A PERSON LIKE THA COULD ACTUALLY DO THAT.......A JOKE IS A JOKE...BUT U HAV UR LIMITS.....I DO JOKE WIT EVERYONE BUT MIND YOU I HAVE NEVER TOUCHED ANYONE CAUSING PAIN!! I JUZ GOT REALLY IRRITATED AND ANNOYED!

back then i did nt notice wat was happening on my lips..so i was ok  ok la~ ^^ so i int talk to tht person...din rely his "hye suresh"...din do anything to him..i juz kept quiet.....wats d point raising my voice or fighting? fightings r juz for uncivilized beings! so i chose to walk away....so as classes ended i went to the toilet...n there i saw him again...god me!!!! "hye suresh" ....SILENCE....when i was done...while washing my hands~ i looked at the mirror.....

THERE IT WAS!!!! A SMALL CUT IN THE CENTER OF MY LOWER LIPS! GOD! I GOT EVEN MORE FURIOUS!!!!!!!! 

U MADE A WOUND N MY LIPS N YOU'RE JUZ ACTING "HYE SURESH" WITHOUT EVEN A SIMPLE APOLOGY?!!!

OK FINE...u'll tink this much fuss for a sall cut? wel let me tell you something....everything comes in a limit..n when tht line is crossed no matter how cool you can be, being furious and unsatisfied is wat sumone wud usually feel n behave.......nevertheless, as i dunt engage in fights  or wat....so thts it....

NOT A SINGLE WORD IS GOING TO BE SAID TO HIM! AT LEAST UNTIL MY LIPS HEAL.....



CALL ME SENSITIVE OR ANYTIN, I DUNT MIND, COZ ITS ME TASTING BLOOD, ITS ME FEEING THE NUMBNESS ON MY LIPS N ITS ME GOING THRU IT.....

~aku sensitif ?~

^.^

=.=

ishk!!!

in approximately 1 hour 57minutes, our current supply will  b out till the next day at 7am!!!!!!!! duno for wat reason!!!!!!!




* brought to you by susu for STUPIDTV.COM at 9.03pm*
 

UNITED STATES of AMERICA

I'M CRAZIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The Story of The Pencil

i started reading this book here in this college....surprisingly i TOOK like omg!!er almost 2 weeks!!! to finish a 245-paged book..hehe..erm...well, i realy wanted to read smtg to burn time..u noe la....hehe..when ure broke, u juz HAV to sit in the hostel nt moving around..wakakakakaka...! so as i was reading i found this story tht really attrated me n i really luved the way it was told! ^^ so here, i let u hav a picture of hw i actually felt when i  read the story~ ^^

tht was the book~ ^^ by Paulo Coelho~ ^^ a Brazilian author! ^^
n here is one of his writings....

The Story of The Pencil

A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point, he asked, "are you writing a story about what we've done? is it a story about me?". His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson, "I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I'm using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up". Intrigue, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn't seem very special. "But it's just like any other pencil I've ever seen!" Smilingly, his grandmother replied, "That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world" She continued,

"First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will."

"Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little but afterwards, he's much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because thy will  make you a better person."

"Third quality: the pencil always allow us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing. It helps to keep us on the road to justice"

"Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So, always pay attention to what is happening inside you."

"Finally, the pencil's fifth quality: It always leaves a mark. In just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will always leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action."

**this beautiful tale is dedicated to everyone out there hu sees life useless, a failure, problematic, n feels that every problem n conflicts always mingle around them.....

but most of all, i specially dedicate this piece of art to the following people based on wat v hav shared! ^^

1) the laughing penang "FRENCH FRIES"

2) the taiping assistant creative director!

english is F...!!!!

well, mind u, the F letter there does nt stand for THAT word ya~ ^^
it plainly stands for a 3 letter word tht spells F.U.N. ^^ 

haha..was feeling bored n so i decided to blog a lil~ lately i kinda find tht blogging is fun indeed, i mean, lets replace the word 'fun'  wit 'addicting'...wakaka...nw i tink tht sounds beta~ haha~

so back to the title of this post....it was tht very one day where v had combined classes for a short  briefing..it was 2 classes...n s the lecturers were talkin in front...shortly after tht, v were told to form grups n come out wit a perceiving activity...well the term itself confuses us a lil...lol..in other words, its like doing smtg tht the class will perceive it without us delivering the message/idea directly....example: a student comes forward n does sum action, n we r supposed to tell wat is he tryin to imitate or do....

basically its an activity to show hw creative v can b n how critical the  mind can b in guessin or perceiving ideas~  ^^
so in my grup, we were kinda clueless~ ^^
sum came up wit ideas of doing like...rr...well...everyone was clueless~ so finaly we came up wit the idea of wrtting a poem~ ^^
n so, after d 15 min work..this was wat i came up with~
i wrote a simple poem...n guys, i wan u al to actually tell me wat is it about k? ^^
hint: WYRIWYG (What You Read Is What You Get) huhu....
n this is hw it begins..

a walk in the garden

lovely tulips

red blossoms

a basket in hand

to the garden she strolls

picking daisies and

glory roses

carnations a bouquet

a whole bunch of them

on the pebbles and gravels

she tip toes

the basket in hand

accompanied by blue butterflies

to home she heads

to the frame on the cabinet

to her she offers them

her lovely late mother.             

y believe when u can trust..

mmm...
i was chatin wit a great person..
n all of a sudden v came  out wit this topic of believin one another~
n hell yeah!!

according to her...
believe..
the word itself contains the word LIE
n she proposed the word trust instead~

to a point i do find it quite true...i guess humans can indeed tink creatively bt somehow it does make sense~ lie in believe! ^^
still i believe tht the creativity of creating words n making sense of it lies in the person itself~

if the brand FCUK is the acronym for French Connection bt smtimes mistakened as F***
n DiET can actually b DIE minus d T...

wat else can v create? n wat else can b made sense off?

the believe is in us n the trust is within us....

to my dearest person there...^^ read this...

THE BELIEVE IS IN US N THE TRUST IS WITHIN US



^.^

to respect is to love

it was a dull gloomy day...it has just rained. the air was still humid n the wind was whistling softly...in fact it was a friday~ n being hee for almost a month n 2 weeks, i go to temples weekly to pray to ask for assistance n to ask for hope~ ^^

n so toda was like any other fridays~ took d lrt str8 to pasar seni n walked about 15 mins  n thee i reached the temple...to those hu noes~ its a ganesha temple~ ^^

haha..hmm..so aftr praying n spending some time there, i went hoe~ gosh it was raining` n luckily in god's grace i brought an umbrella~ so s i was waking under the shade of the umbrella, walking thru the rain, passing petaling street, i saw this white couple looking thru a map~

n i guessed they were looking for sum place....approaching them i told myself "plz dunt ask me, plz dunt ask me.." well thts bcoz im not a new person here myself..hu noes if they were to ask sum hotel n i will b like.."er....hehe..arghhh" 

guess u gt my point! ^^

n as i pased them,

"excuse me, pasar seni station?"

*arghhhhh* 

so i was like..ow ok! pasar seni station, juz the place i was going to head  back to hostel...

"er, you can folo me sir, im going htere too.." ^^

(sopan kan aku?)

so we were walking...i was wit my umbrella, n they were without any~ bt it was juz drizzles la..so i guess it was ok~ at one time i wanted to offer mine to the lafy~ ( mind u, shes pretty hot!) *winks* but a hot lady always gets a hot guy, n so , hahaha~ well i kept it to myself~ lol! so we were walking~ erm for about 5 mins~ haha...

so whe v reached d station the guy was like "thank you" it this bow...the bow tht indians do to welcome sumone....u noe? the vanakkam sign? ^^...fine! heres a picture of it~ ==

n ya, he made this bow, n i was like, oh ok~ i mean i didnt really notice the reason for him doing so, n so i bowed my head sightly showin gratitude..n we went our own ways~ ^^

so i came back, reached my hostel, went up to my room n wanted to get a bath...when i went to the mirror, i realised i had this red n yellow ash on my forehead, ( the ones indian put on their forehead as a religious symbol), i mean i din actually realised coz i usualy put it whenever i pray u c..so it wa snormal..n then at tht moment, i remembered the white couple, the guy hu did the vanakkam bow to me...he aw my forehead n realised tht i was an indian n perhaps juz frm a temple.....

i realised tht the culture n tradition of a certain society is actually the true symbol of identity of a person, knowing n practicing the norms of our fore fathers has been a generation-to-generation-custom-pass-over.

it is an honour to actually practise them without havinthe sense of being looked as an outsider or even 'unusual'...people hav this idea in which the norms tht they practised which were traditions of their elders were sum sort of an unusualness. adding the fact tht nowadays most youngsters especially dunt really follow n practise the norms their parents n grandparents usually practise....

 i admit tht i myself dunt really practise the norms my grandparents hav done b4 but to actually hav at least 10% in u has proven tht people  actually recognize hu u r~

hw wud a white man could noe tht the vanakkam is a symbol to welcome, thank sumone politely n even bididng farewell at times? the same goes to us...hw did v get the idea of hand shaking is to show agreement between two parties, to say hello, or even thanking sumone professionally?

i guess the answer lies in the culture that we are n hav assimilated in...people tend to learn another culture to respect n to show love...i believe that sumtimes in a foreign land where none speaks ur languae nor understand u...the only communication tool is culture itself....

raise ur hands n wave a litte wit a "hello" to grab attention....
use thumbs to point n show direction as to ask for them as well...

smile to show welcomeness, gratitude, and even making new frens...
hand shake to thank...
wave ur hands to bid farewell....

these r the simple way of a beautiful practice in this universal culture....
it is the norm tht v learn n the practise we adhere to tht people actually learn them to b apart of one of us so tht they dunt feel left out n tht  we dunt feel uncomfortable being in this presence.....

for the case of the white guy, i truly appreciated wat he did n respected him for hu he was...we grow up wit various culture among us...wit various practices and ideas,  bt at the end, as a citizen, moreover as a malaysian it is our task n our duty to follow our fore fathers to learn their ways of life...of coz to assimilate them 100% in or lives today is quite impossible as ways of life chnge thru time...however knowing basic culture is one simply foundation to maintain a pinch of our culture....

afterall, to respect our culture is one way to show our love...
i mean  u may hav 10% of it, bt the respect there n the luv will come along...
the more u hav the more u gain..

culture is indeed the way of life! ^^

  

the paint n painting..

at times being juz a paint is a relaxing, happy-go-lucky process in which v actually depend on the brush, the pastels, the paper, n most of the techniques to create the painting....

it is used only when needed or when we are attracted towards it and at certain conditions, it actually acts as a substitute...however the feeling or sense o being in such a "used" state can b intimidating or even discriminating as well as unfairness..but the fact is, it actually puts these paints out of thoughts, opinions and even assumptions.


the irony here is that a painter actually depends on the pastels, brushes and most of the time the paint itself as in the array of colours. however in such circumstances, when the irony itself acts as general statement, unsupported and unbacked-up, ppl fund these normal...

i wonder, when these ingredients actually r the main essences of creating a master piece, hw come n why do they actually act in a "calm" n not feeling the sense or the urge to actually be a part of the master piece leaving the entire headache to the painter itself. it was created for a purpose....
the brushes to spread the colours..
the paper being the foundation to every master piece....
the pastels being the vibrant essences..
the pastes being the added ingredient....
the techniques used as d X-factor of a particular idea....

n of so much they could offer, why juz act as it is...

the brush as the brush
the paper as the paper
the pastel as the pastel
the paste as the paste
the technique as the technique

i wonder~
i ask...is it a sense of dependency or mayb the feeling of being put aside or perhaps the idea of fear being not accepted due to factors of immaturity or 
inferiority?
i wonder~


tho it will actually be an advantage n as a stepping stone to the painter of distributing ideas, perceptions n tasks as in telling the brushes wat to paint n where to paint, telling the paints wat type muz b used n when.....at tims, being a painter tires u.....

it annoys u of being the sole-thinker
it irritates u of being a "whole-dictator"
it dissapoints u of being hu u r n wat u cud bcum of when everything is one..


still, this is juz the ideology n living fact of hw today's ingredients could actually be.....

dependency and selfishness~

solemn, deep thinking~~~