the milky way

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

~BOOK TWO~

(9/2/11 10.50pm)

Oats, cherries and milk.

The warm rays reached her little soft rouged cheeks. It disturbed her a little but she ignored it. Zoe was already up. She's one of those early birds. A little canary's soft tune will alert her and there she gets up. Zoe was the kind of person you think you may know. She is a person whom it is easy to judge and even suspected. The truth is, Zoe is a woman of one sees her in the opposite way. Looks can indeed be deceiving. Much of beauty and grace involved.

"Sarah! Have you not got up?" she said looking above.

She was downstairs in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Oats, cherries, milk. They say oats do many good things to your body and Zoe is the one person you should ask about oats.

"Yummy. Yummy. Yummy!" She once told the press of Planets magazine when they interviewed her.

"Perhaps, it is the good that it does to you?" Ken said. Ken is one of those crazy reporters that will wait at your backyard just to get to know what do you eat based on your trash. He was also recently awarded "Most Sneaky Journalist". I guess that award boosted him to even run through Zoe's trash bins the other day before coincidently interviewing her.

"Oats?" Sarah asked with this sleepy mode tone.

She was still on her pink pajamas with soft tangerine hearts shapes. Her blue bunny slippers were already old but she never keeps them off her feet. It was her late mother's gift.

"Well, if you wish to have a good thing on your body, this is what you will need," Zoe replied then closed her green eyes and stuck a spoonful of those creamy grains.

"Eerghh! What if I don't need that good thing? Look at you! You don't look any good either!" Sarah headed for the orange juice in the refrigerator.

It was like any other days. Both friends, one an early riser with a deceiving look, and the other, a lazy one, with cranks here and there. Both friends, one an upcoming singer with a string of awards, and another, a journalist of a local tabloid. Both friends, Zoe and Sarah.

~BOOK ONE~

(9/2/11 - 10.00pm)

When dawn turns day

The little green leaves were everywhere on the ground. A white dove flew past back to her nest on the huge tree. the wind blew softly. It was warm and it was fresh. A cricket was nearby. Just as it was about to jump away, a gecko, black with little yellow spots caught it. And it disappeared into the shadows that were growing thin. Nature is just a game of checkers. You jump and eat. And you eat and jump. The chirps of the canaries were beating the eardrums. little melodious tune filled the ear. The moon has gone. Soft warm golden rays stretched and touched the leaves, the nest, the bushes, the tiny dew drops on the green grass. And a new day was born.

little 20 yer old~

heyya guys!!! haha~ how r u all?!! hmm...im fine. so ya! im back again to update my blog after awhile of being away. i guess when your shoulders are carrying much responsibilities and work, time do run fast and not waiting for you. xD

time is indeed precious. once it has ticked, it shall never reverse its course and neither can we. looking forward and adjusting our time to what is ahead of us is what we should be doing. lately, having enjoyed 10 sweet memorable 10 years, i finally turned 20!! i now have the TWO in front of me!! should i be sad? or happy? or just..... *winks*

knowing that you're about to venture into a world of 10 years in length after having to say goodbye for the previous 10 years of life, is something cool-not-so-cool. perhaps it is how we take it. people see it in a way now that they are in a world where most great decisions lie in this 10 year era is something serious to think about. others however regard it as well, another 10 years of life to enjoy and have fun. so in which side you're in?

to me, i guess, like time itself, it does not repeat. you shall never be in the same age twice. once it is passed, it is lost. lost and can never be found. lost and can never be owned. lost. however, being lost in sense of age and life doesnt mean it leaves your mind and your memories. life is like chewing gum. once you start chewing, you can never get the same shape, texture and colour of its original state. therefore enjoy every bite. enjoy ever chew! enjoy every bits of your life. because one day, when you wish to look back at it, it only stays in your memories and that you will never feel again. just plain blur images.

so, having to tun 20, gifts and present are never isolated!! XD wee!!!! here are the ones that i have received so far~

a LADY GAGA STORY DVD!!! from piravin!! THNX!!!!

got treated the night after my birthday (7/2)..nasi goreng kampung + telur dadar!! from rawlin!! XD

a teddy bear!! hahahaah!! from another cute friend! mogan! tq!! lol!!!!!!

the box of chocolates were from vivishree and the lovely novel from janice!! tq!! XD

i want more!!!!!! :D

guys! have to pen off! haha! i've got assignments to complete!! ahahah...that spell COLLEGE LIFE! XD

in the mean time, look at the picture and think about it~ XD

Saturday, January 8, 2011

do i LOVE you?

hey guys! how did the first week of 2011 tasted like? bet i'll get some really weird flavours!!! lolx! anyway, whatever the flavour is remember, if its bitter or sour or spicy or even salty, theres always honey! something sweet for everyone!

today the lecturers were asking us what did we do during the holidays and what have we learnt. well, that's what almost everyone experience after meeting them like a month and half ago for the sem break. and so, it came to me...

briefly, this was what i had in mind~

expressing the phrase " I Love You" is more than just you loving the person. now and then, we see youngters especially those of the age where they find puppy love as being true love or even something that is true or in other words, heavenly. not that i am a pessimistic or cold hearted, but do ask this yourself.

what do you know about love? messaging one another day to night till your credit is way beyond imaginable, or even saying "good morning" "good evening" "good night", n all those greetings like a tape recorder that never fails to do his/her task is just something that i might consider as...

"do i need that to prove love?"

come on, of course, i am in no position to tell you things or make things work the way i wish but why pollute the word when you do not even understand the meaning itself? you like a person at first sight. you find him or her compatible with you and as "the one". you make contacts. you date. you buy gifts. you spend time with one another regardless of what is happening around. you fight. you apologize. you get together. you spend more time. you quarrel. and you finally call it an end.

being a scenario that almost everyone has experienced or even seen before their eyes, i do not blame them. it is a way of growing up and searching your identity. but when you express the I.L.Y. phrase as a daily quote or reminder to the other person, where has that value gone to? where has the true precious power of that phrase gone to? where have you gone to in that phrase?

to think it over, being in love is something beautiful, powerful and exclusive. only the ones who know it by heart and mind will be able to express the phrase as one meaning. youth of today see things in much of a different and many ways where one could ever think off, and due to this, the phrase itself has lost its identity.

i am not saying that it is unnecessary to recite the phrase to the person whom you feel necessary to or even discouraging one to not to do so, but bear in mind that once the phrase is spoken out, it must only come from the heart within and therefore it should last.

divorces. abuses. fear. insecurity. trauma. tortures. separation.

it is funny and even hilarious seeing people of so much experience, age, knowledge and even duties as well as responsibilities get slummed into such acts and moods. at one time ago LOVE was all in the air, and it was LOVE that kept you going. but today, where has that word gone to? where has it disappear to?

is LOVE to be blamed for not being able to deliver the power it contains?
or is it us to be blamed for polluting the word with countless expressions that just meant a simple adoration or liking?

a faded aura can do little to an enormous space yet we keep hold on to it to the last bit believing that it shall regain its utter most energy healing all in those in ill.

quiet. silence. thoughts of various minds.