Shakira's next door...

Apparently.

Guitarist boy playing to that song of hers...hmm...what was that...oh well can't come to memory.

Had an okay Friday...no no, it was good. Only that i was irritated sometime in the afternoon. Some BRILLIANT people thought i went for an interview yesterday when i was on leave. Bah.

Oh, let them be...with their own rash assumptions...horrendous even, in my definition. Huh. I'm bothered because it interferes with my intentions. Don't ask.

Oh! The Feather touched me again! (NOW i know what the Thing that i had no name for few years back: I'm calling it the Feather. It came to me, the name. It is a Feather because it FEELS that way.)

Note: I just took my dose of drugs. ANTIBIOTICS for my gums. Don't jump to conclusions. Hence, this post is gonna look all 'jumpy' and readability challenged. Err, there i go again.

ANYWAY...The Feather came to brush past me. So so pretty :)

Look at the picture below (time for my loopiness). Can you guess what this really is? Hint: I was hit by a crazy sense of creativity with an unlikely material into an unlikely mental image.

I'm going to throw caution to the wind and just Ramble...

I am clearly needing more sleep (you see...how can you CLEARLY need sleep...) I OBVIOUSLY need some shut-eye.

Yet i am staying up because i am mentally bright and hyper.

Side effects: i can't be as bright in the day...but i get to just 'float' along in my own way...

Had two more upper back teeth growing. And apparently it's of no use, my favourite but very quiet dentist (MORE quiet than me) said, so i might as well get rid of it. After my gum stops swelling by next week probably.

Walked nearby MSU with a USM student saunter (go figure that out yourself).

Goals:
1. be humble like a bumblebee (Transformers is on TV now, argh).
2. No more downgrading (yes Ma'am*)
*you know who you are *wink*
3. Work hard on remembering my dreams.

Yes. Ok. Next time.

Rimba Mistikal

Thanks no, TRIPLE QUADRUPLE thanks to my mummy for successfully downloading the song 'Tari Cinta Rimba Mistikal' by M. Nasir. I got tired of my search for the song, grrr...maybe i was just out on patience due to my busyness these few weeks...


I heard the song only once on radio, about 2 years ago. Lying down, early in the morning at 6:30 to 7am...waking up after one of my dreams and i decided to listen anything that's on morning radio...

There was a Cold. A certain crispness in the air (vaguely). Morning drizzle, outside of my window. It was just a random song...and i didn't change the channel for the music caught my ears...prettily calling me to Dream World...

No. They never mentioned the title or the singer. Darn it, but i was VERY sure in my heart that i will get it. Just like how i got Tarkan's 'Simarik' song. Which i only got after THREE years. Why 3 years? Because i didn't know the title, just the singer. And it's Turkish, so it's kind of hard to find...AND i only saw it ONCE on live TV.

How did i MATERIALISE my 'meeting' with the song? Sheer Linda Goodman theory: you will get what you want strongly in your heart. Err...it's called determination...though mine doesn't really work in the normal way...

Halt right there: WHAT IS NORMAL??? Stop this nonsense and let' get on.

Anyway, i was determined that i will FIND the song. (Back then, there was no Youtube of MP3 downloads...wonders of wonders, hmm). Then....the song came to me.

This is not about Simarik, so i shall keep the delightful memory of when i finally GOT the song :) maybe in future, yes?

Rimba Mistikal. Nothing spectacular (by my standards) about the music, but it's a great sound. And i LIKE it. But i never tried searching for it. Busy again (with this material world...gosh). Then last week, maybe the song was calling to me STRONGER than ever. Not maybe, it WAS calling to me. NOW. Right at this time in my life. So i start to search for it just relying on a wild guess (which was right, and i can't resist patting myself on my head, hee hee...).

Though M. Nasir's lyrics challenge my interpretation skills, he does know how to put colour in his words. My father's a fan. Me sometimes, some of his songs.

THIS one is my no.1 favourite. I'm pasting the lyrics here! *rolls eyes* ugh, i do not actually like pasting lyrics but today is an exception!


Tari Cinta Rimba Mistikal

Tinggallah segala sengsara
Kembalilah bersama tari cintaku

Kepada asalmu
Meniti masa purnama purba
Membelai tangisan mimpi-mimpi suci
Di rimba mistikal

Bebaslah segala cahaya
Memancar sinarnya ke rimba mistikal
Yang kian ternoda
Memancar rahsianya ke rimba mistikal
Yang kian ternoda (ke rimba mistikal)

Oh, rimba mistikal
Dengarlah suara batinku

Oh, rimba mistikal
Kini semakin bergelora

Oh, rimba mistikal
Dengarlah suara batinku

Oh, sayang, marilah kita
Menari kerana cintanya

Oh, sayang, marilah kita
Menari kerana rimbanya


They say, everything comes in due time. When you are ready, God gives you what only HE knows you are ready for.

Next time, see you :)

P.S: I got to talk to Alya. Oh my...what a big voice...

I do not condone Racism

Racism.. lets put an end to it Racism… STOP RACISM HERE AND NOW





A black man walks into a cafe one early morning
he noticed that he was the only black man there.
As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him…
The white man said “coloured people arent allowed in here.”
The black man turned around and stood up then said….





” When I was born I was black,”
“When i grew up I was black,”
“When I’m sick I’m black,”
“When I go in the sun I’m black,”
“When I’m cold I’m black,”
” When I die, I’ll be black,”


” But you sir,”
” When you were born you were pink,”
“When you’re sick your green,”
” When you go in the sun you turn red,”
“When you’re cold you turn blue,”
” And when you die, you’ll turn purple.”
“AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME COLOURED?”



Then the black man sat down and the white man walked away…





Please copy this onto your blogs and help erase Racism.

Beehives

Stung by a bee
And you hate it
Drink honey
and you say it's good for your health

You say you like
Then you don't like
in fact, you even hate it
because you are self-conscious

The key is there
but you do not reach for it
because if you hold it
you are not sure which door it opens

You have the answers
but you choose to ignore
because you are *Lost
and you are helplessly looking for your other half

when you are actually looking for your Self.

you feel like you will find your Self
when you meet the other Half of yourself
but could that be?
or have you gone the Wrong way of life?

Your heart is tearing up inside
yet you HOLD it still
and it just keeps bleeding...slowly...
with no repair.

someone is there
but you do not hold him/her there
and you drop,
to the well of despair inflicted by yourself

the call of loneliness is heard
but you turn away
knowing that it is only a dead end
from which you may find grasses more greener; a long search, no matter the distance

you write with your Heart slowly beating in your chest
words flow,
sparkles of prettiness welling up,
within the silence you keep.

He is watching
Testing
Knowing
more than you know yourself

the Glory of the Gift He bestows,
is not to be wasted,
so you shall go on...
with your secrets.

Decode this,
and you shall come into my sleep
where all my life comes into colours
and guides me to the travels Beyond

Every day is an open book
every feeling is a treasure
of which we SHOULD savour
and never look back.

NEVER look back.

NEVER look back.

NEVER look back.

Miss Sunday

I was a Sunday baby. They say that Sunday babies are of the bonny kind.



But i was born not THAT bonny...i was more quiet and having my own world...and i don't smile much i guess...like i 'forgot' to attend the Cheerfulness class before i came to this world.



Oh but i do laugh alot. And i couldn't stop for hours after that replaying the funny thing that tickled my mind. When i was a child.



Argghh but growing up, i hate Sundays. Especially when i was in school. Sunday always means: last day of the weekend and i need to think of Monday.



Yes...now i know...i have always been a Thinker ever since...always anxious of the Future, when i should be just living in the Present. I also dwell on the Past, though that wouldn't surprise some of you, would it?



Sunday is just...a Sun Day, literally, to me. It's always too hot. Saturdays are always cooler for me, and i enjoy waking up very very early in the morning to feel the changing of day. I even dream better on Saturdays.



I get down on Sundays....physically.



But don't worry...that changed, when i went to University. Thanks to the new environment and flexible schedules, i changed my view of Sundays....err...



Sundays then became the day where i-have-an-assignment-due-this-week-and-i-need-to-rush-and-take-advantage-of-this-free-day. Haha, so what's new? Still the worrier!



Cut to the present working world. Sundays are just fine for me :) It doesn't feel any different from any days. I enjoy whenever i get to go out. I get to sleep extra hours. I get to do my hobbies.



And spend my time preparing mentally for the new working week. *SIGH*....how can you blame me? I can't stop and enjoy the present, i just seem to relish the thought of Tomorrow...with all its possibilities....





Forget it. I will change. I must.



Here:

It is a blob of lotion that i squeezed out of a container. And the resulting 'blow' of the air creates a holey dent in the centre. And it's beautiful...i had to stare at it long...therapeutic in a way...




White IS my colour then. Complimenting my Crystalline auric egg.





I took a quiz: What nationality are you? And my result is: German. How true some sort...i don't remember the descriptions but i know it suited me :P

Sound of Silence

Yes, there is a sound in silence. I hear it. Sit in silence, and there is a certain...deafening...of sound. Which could come only from the silence generated.

Unless someone would want to help point out to me that my MIND could make sounds...now that would make my day...knowing that there could be something wrong with my mind if i could hear NOISE in silence.

Could even be whispers? From the Invisibles? Or even my Companions? Or even my own Higher Self? Or just the humans' close friend and enemy: the 'Red'.

Psychologically, i would say i spend too much time alone to be actually writing about this. Let's get on to more exciting matters!

"This is John Connor."

Simple name, simple words, even more simple appearance, but a very venerable presence he is, in a very stealthy way. In fact, 'SIMPLE' doesn't even cover it. Bale has done a good job by acting the role.

No no, the hunk (pardon the pun, hehe) of metal up there is not John Connor of course, it is my favourite cyborg...the T-800 model...i'm quite fascinated by it. Ever since i was small. Hey, if you must know, i even hid behind the chair waiting for it to appear in Terminator 2: Judgement Day. It was THAT scary for me; refer back to the first war scene of the movie where 'it' steps on a human skull. You'll see what i mean.

I already watched Terminator: Salvation twice. Why? Because i LOVED it. I have waited and anticipated for it since November of last year. And i'm not disappointed...really, truly, madly, deeply liking the movie. Because i see what i saw in the movie that others do not. So sue me :) I can't put into words...but what i see is that it focuses more on the humanitarian part...we are way past the 'indestructible-robot-shocking-humans' era now...it's on to the WAR. Humans staying alive.

Obviously, the movie doesn't fare very well with others...some people would expect the usual robotic action scenes of the earlier trilogy (yes, i discovered that Salvation is the first of a new trilogy of this series...much like Star Wars. It is meant to be a prequel to The Terminator of 1984) and this one is different...John Connor is central, now.

Hmm...back to my readings. I FINISHED BREAKING DAWN!! Yes, i've finished the Twilight saga...and it is, a great story. I find myself liking Renesmee Carlie Cullen. And being imprinted upon by Jacob! So, so spectacular...

Ahem...well i need to stop now...there are other things i need to research. So till later...

Stay Alive.

Of Writing Tendencies

Some write long.

Some write short.

Some so vivid with their own imagination.

Some so 'unvivid' (i won't say dull) that you can just doze off after reading their 1st paragraph of essay.

Ohhh what i have discovered, is that for people who read a lot, and also take up writing as a hobby, they tend to be influenced by the books that they read. Sometimes even the style of the author. In my case...uh, blame it on the heroines i read. Hmm. Boarding school stories like Naughtiest Girl, St. Clare's, Mallory Towers...Rebecca Devine...Anne Shirley...Emily Starr...Jo March...and *sheepish* even Bella Swan of Twilight series. Add to that my own inborn dreamy and introverted personality. I can almost imagine sparkly stars around me when i'm in a good mood ('not-stressed' is the correct term).

Oh, i'm on to Breaking Dawn. Already halfway through (got immersed in it since yesterday laaa...) and i couldn't put it down. Bad, bad...

Today, i'm inspired by white. Hmm, beautiful, like a dove.

Cheeee....so much for ignoring and acting indifferent.

Oh, and there's a reptile in cyberspace. Hahahaha...wonder if she got HERE??? Jeng jeng jengggg.... *wink*

I need to sleep....and continue my Breaking Dawn!

Of Books and Words...

Yeah, words are in books...but not all books contain words...and not all words are in book form...



Whatever happened to humans?



We were once upon a time, so great. AND i mean GREAT.



I'm sorry...but i am of the opinion that the human race is ever so dwindling now.



As so-called 'technology' is getting so 'modern'. What did we create? Things that are basically, to make life for us humans, easier. EASIER???



Yes...handphones. Computers. Transportation. All things electronic.



The truth is, i'm sort of a 1st level-techno maniac. I'm not THAT good in all gadgetry there is, but i admit i somehow do have some sense in err, communicating with anything that comes into my hand. What other people (in MY group that is) can't seem to get, i can. And i can operate it.



My favourite words are 'Control Panel', 'Settings', and 'Menu' (that could include the Food Menu, too, hehehehe...). Ask my father. He somehow banned me from touching his newly-bought digital camera. Though immediately after purchase he SAID he wanted me to read through the manual and help him explore the features. I had agreed and even helpfully (with a bright smile in my heart) offered to keep it with me for a whole night, for me to work on it. But no we both forgot our deal, later.



Next day he announced happily that it is a great camera and added sharply to me "ayah dah buat setting dah, jangan kacau!". Oh well, just shrug and smile....can't blame him haha...

I'm telling you, i'm 'drowned' in the Twilight saga, i'm already on to Breaking Dawn. Not that i'm TOO crazy about Edward Cullen, but well the concept of a vampire who doesn't take human blood and can be in a love relationship with a human girl is appealing. Though the human girl must be somewhat otherworldly herself...aware enough to love her potential killer...phew....

HELP!!!! I'm scared of these next two weeks. Sure sure, i'm trying to calm myself down...but i can't help worrying. Specially about my two-month co-ordinating responsibility and having to hand over back to the main PIC...it's like spending time with her baby for two months and feeling nervous to give it back to her for fear that she wouldn't 'recognise' the baby because of my short err, 'upbringing' of it.

I'm not making sense up there, am i?

Ok, next time. I CLEARLY need to calm myself...