a day..

it was the last day
a day that was my last
a day that i id farewell
a day that i saw tears inside the heart
a day that i knew them
a day i grew to love them
a day that i would start missing them
a day that i would tear as i re-call them
a day that i have a moment of silence
a day that i know will never end
a day that i know will never fade
a day that i know where hopes were stored
a day that i know that love was spread
a day that i know a friend
a day that i shall not forget
a day that i shall not forget
a day that i shall not forget



*thinking deeply of our times together*

a journey right on course~

a person once said, "to love someone is to give all you have for the person whom you love"
but i say, "to love someone is to know that that particular person loves you too"

people talk about love proudly enough. they distinguish what is sincerity and puppy love. they share all they have, almost all they have with the ones whom they wish to share with, in this case, the person they love. they are willing to do anything.

crossing the widest busy road. swimming across the ocean. hiking up the highest peak in he world. and the tests goes on~ but being in love with someone is to love the person through the heart.what point is it if the person you chose to love ended up loving someone else? true enough, it is not in our heads to think of it, but if love is to give everything you have, why then is it shared? why should love be divided? why must it be broken down to categories? why and why and why?

youths nowadays succumb themselves in this disease but only to find out that a handful of them falls into the voodoos of love: separation. however, to break is of course not the matter. what becomes the point is, why regret the decision? or perhaps why feel sad of what has happened?

not being pessimistic but if a love is meant to last, then it shall prevail but if that love was never meant for us, then everything done to save it will never bring the pieces into one. releasing and letting go whatever we had shared is a task almost impossible, even close to never if the relationship has aged for quite a time, but it is NEVER impossible.

why tear for someone who does not worth for it?
why cut yourself for someone who will not see it anymore?
why still love him/her when he/she does not appreciate it?

girl/boy, you are still a rock star!!
girl/boy, you still have years to come!
girl/boy, the fish is not one, the flower is never one!
girl/boy, get out there and have fun!!!!

to love someone, is to know that both parties are willing to share everything, almost everything
to love someone is to know that both parties understand one another in and out
to love someone is to know that both parties are willing to sacrifice for each other
to love someone is to know that both parties never forgets to say "i love you"
to love someone is to know that both parties love each other despite of anything in between

most of all,

to love someone is to know that both parties are willing to make a change!



children of today,
youngsters of tomorrow,
teenagers to come,

loving someone is like steering the ship in the right course. lock the course headed as to target that one person  you see. set the sails as to set your moves. maintain the wheel of the ship so that it is in the right course as to make sure you love that person sincerely without any intentions. look out for ice boulders or rocks or even rough winds and tides to make sure your ship and her passengers are safe as to see to any conflicts that may rise and resolving them to bond you relationship even closer. lastly get your passengers save to ground and take a deep breath of relief after a huge responsibility as to keep your partner safe of every negative thoughts and beliefs. in that way your ship is always open for a new set of passengers and a new course whereas your love is always ready to live another life long journey together with that lucky person~

the fruit to choose

a friend is need is a friend in deed. what crosses you each time you see a person whom you know very well. a person whom you understand well enough, well enough to say at least. a person whom you realise that he or she will be there for you when you need him or her~

however sometimes we wonder..
how come we don't really know the particular person?
how come we fail to understand the person well enough, even as well as to talk about him/her?
how come we do not see him/her when we need them?

and so, as questions fill us, who is it to be blamed?

is it us who failed to ask more about that person?
is it us who was over confident with that relationship knowing that we know enough?
is it us who actually lost in the battle to keep up the relationship?

now and then, we see groups of people hanging out at the bowling alleys, grooving at the pubs, laughing over starbucks, screaming at karaoke sessions, and sharpening the wooden sticks (don't know what is it called) at snooker centers. we see them and what do we perceive?

FRIENDS

a friend once said "i don't believe in friendship"
"they never last"
"they share your laughter"
"but only to leave when the joke's over"

how come this happens when these people are actually called friends? what value does the word has? has the word dropped to such a level in which people sometimes laugh over the word and even mock about it. pessimistic you may say, but to one extend, i believe that that very friend of mine knows best. why laugh when you only know how to run? why joke when you do not laugh forever? why share secrets when you don't even intend to respect them?

the word has so much been humiliated. poor thing to the creator of these words! it is sad to get to know that the person you once trust was the person whom broke the trust. it is painful to get to know that your backstabber is the person you never will back stab. it is even more hurtful to get to know that that person is embarrassed with all that you both went through. 

but getting back to the point, the question that hunts us; "why?" we can only assume and draw conclusions to our own justification. the probability of getting to know the reason would somehow draw different drawbacks. at the end of the day, it us whom we  ourselves can blame.

"maybe it is me who thought i knew all about the person"
"maybe it is me who chose the wrong person to be linked"

"maybe it is me who always wanted more, not knowing the boundaries and limits to it"

we can only assume.

we can only suggest.

we can only think.

but we can never decide which is which.

to everyone out there, picking a friend is like picking a fruit. you see whether the fruit is ripe, similarly you see whether the person is comfortable with you. you feel the outer texture of the fruit to see whether it is soft or hard or just nice, similarly you see whether the person  fits you in most aspects you look into.you weigh the fruit in one hand to see whether is it ready to be eaten, similarly you see a person whether he or she understands and respects and after all that evaluation, you buy the fruit, similarly  you pick the person to be your friend.

 

 

perception,stereotypes,"self thoughts"

this little post is dedicated to whomever who reads this very post of course. it is also for those who seems to disgrace another in the topic of gender. it is for those who are stereotypes in cases regarding gender. but most of all this piece of message is dedicated to you people out there who thinks, describes, treats another person with th opposite gender qualities.

it all began wit the nick 'su'

a special friend decided to call him 'su' instead of his name as it was considered/ supposedly to be too long for them to pronounce, but i think it was not that long, i mean, a six letter name don't appear to be too long. however i grew to accept it.i grew to like it. growing to have fun wit a new nick, it had been a new start of a new episode. but soon, people both new and old begun questioning and judging this very nick.

" 'su' is sissy"
" 'su' is a girl's name"
" why did you put such a name?"
"i thought it was a girl, until you showed up"
"i was searching for a girl named 'su' until he said it's u"
" suresh sounds masculine, su sounds feminine"


and that was there the legend begun and tales unfolded, making everyone having a thought or two of a particular perception in which boys will be boys and girls will stay girls...

the debate of such perception has always been on one side. they go on to maintain the perception in that what is a girl's should not be a boy's and the other way round. the questions that these few people tend to ask but only to appear silent was never asked, but when asked, it is only to be outnumbered  by responses, answers, comments and glares. the point here is, why not?

ask yourself, why can't she do what he does?
ask yourself, why can't he have a name of what one calls to be feminine?

the answer lies within us. it is how you accept things as they are. it is how your perceive things as they are. but of all, the ultimate statement goes to perception of the people and how great do they spread their ideologies of self thoughts to others, influencing these minds making them to eventually grow and then pass on these 'self thought' thoughts.

people believe in things not just because they know that they should believe but because they must believe in order to be believed by the people themselves. however some appear to have thoughts of their own and those that contradict the majority are always justified. in the end, it is either they stand in their own beliefs or fall to the perception of the people. the power of numbers is indeed very influential but why not stand for your beliefs? why not fight for it? why not stay strong to it?

is it wrong to behave what the others do not?
is it wrong to be what the others are not?  
is it wrong to have a name whom the owner himself/herself approves but not the others?

at the end of the day, perception of the others still regain the thrones in everyone. almost everyone. but today, this very moment i say that no matter what you do or say or even act, we do not live for your eyes, thoughts, and minds. we live for the pride of our own. we live for the dignity that we hold. and on top of all that, we live for own selves and only ourselves.

sadly..

the debate of perception,stereotypes, and the "self thoughts" continues.....

when the star moves further and further

got up early this morning to catch the train...got all dressed up and left.....mum was driving n my smaller sis followed~ huhu~ so we reached the station n they were like many others there...parents sending children...friend bidding farewell...relatives wishing all the best and have a safe journey....at 9.40 ++ the train reached and we boarded...we reached kl about 2.15pm and from there i got a cab straight to my hostel....well that cab cost me RM13!!!! =.= anyway, i was glad to reach here....saw my friends and "HEY"!!!!!! haha~ so i unpacked, took my bath n started cleaning up my table..(2 weeks definately leaves u alot of "stuff" everywhere).....n slowly out of nowhere i felt this......


it was this very funny feeling. it was quite strange and rather peculiar. i thought of this very feeling. i sat and thought about it. thinking, i realised that i missed home. 8 hours ago, i woke up in my very home. feeling nothing, i was normal. packing up the last few things needed in the journey...and now i feel rather strange...


i feel empty.
nothing.
just me, my room, my stuffs, and of course my roommate.


however, having this thought of "is it really true that i miss home?" i thought of the 2 months i was here before this semester break. i was feeling just alright. i was feeling..me..i had never felt such.. emptiness.......


but now,i see the power of home. i respect its might. of course it does not mean that i have had disrespected or disowned that very home but it is just that i have come to a greater sense of it.  the home was the place u first learned your first words "mama" & "papa" . the home was the place u started crawling. its the home where you had your mother-child bath. the home was the place u actually stood up on your own feet n trotted slowly with your mother/father/guardian holding you hands. it is the home where you learned your own mother tongue. it is the home where you were taught how to ride the tricycle (the three-wheeled baby bicycle). the home was the place u first started your education...n the home was the place you was taught lessons in life...


for so much power and grace that this very brick structure has in all of us, why do we hear people saying 


"my home is a living hell"


"i hate going back home"

"whats so great about it!!"


if only they had sat back and thought of how is home spelled and of how has it brought us up..sheltering us from the scorching sun and the heavy downpours. but i believe that the more you actually hate your home, the closer you are to be left alone among the very stars in your life..and these stars only stand for four letters....

H.O.M.E.

*i feel much better now and i guess i'm off to update my facebook!!*  ^.^

RAWR!!!

heyya ppl! im bck!! back to my hostel!!  huhu~

bck to hostel means bck to updating this blog more often!! ^>^

~home sweet home~

                     

<== this HOT guy is          

        back!! to his  

        hometown, the 

        beautiful, serene,

        TAIPING!!!!!!