The Fray

It's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry, bout that. I know I've said it a million times, but well. i do really apologize dear blog of mine. I've just been..

busy.

Serious, it's not you, it's me.

Anyways, guess what? I FEEL LIKE SUCH A BAND WHORE. AHHHHH! Heh. Jumping from one band to another. But yeah... for a while now, The Fray's been tugging my heartstrings.. and this acoustic of one of their song explains why:



and this...



oh.. what am I kidding? This one jua!



NO NO NO WAIT!! THIS ONE!!

19th November, please come fast. I need magic.

"Harry Potter is about confronting your fears, finding inner strength and doing what is right in the face of adversity. Twilight is about how important it is to have a boyfriend." - Andrew Futral

Suck on that suckas!
HAHAHAHA

TRAILER
Total love.

If I Die Young - The Band Perry

Surely this a melody
in my head,
got me singing
nananana
everyday
like my brain's stuck on replay. :P

HAHAHA nothing, just playing around with songs. but on a serious note, this a song, that's gone and stick itself to my brain.
~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
oh oh oh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She’ll know I’m safe with You when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain’t always what you think it ought to be, no
ain’t even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

And I’ll be wearing white when I come into Your kingdom
I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

So put on your vest boys and I’ll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no I’ll sell them for a dollar
They’re worth so much more after I’m gone
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’
Funny when you’re dead how people start listenin’

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
oh oh

The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket
Save them for a time when your really gonna need ‘em oh

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

So put on your vest boys and I’ll wear my pearls.

It's been a while

she sees it
even b-e-f-o-r-e it happens,
she even feels it:

skin to skin
quick
snap

she feels the c o l d
metal g r a z e her cheeks
as it happens again-

skin to skin
quick
snap

she remains nonchalantly
s t a r i n g ahead; aimless
as it happens again-

skin to skin
quick
snap

she is unfazed,
no flinch
no anything.

just a small
s c a r running
across her cheek;

a jagged reminder.

Raya

Oh man. Oh gosh.

For the past few day, you had scrubbed the floors, vacuumed the carpets,wiped the windows and even planted new shrubs in that frog-infested garden, but nothing- I repeat: Nothing will ever compare to that frustrated feeling of a Flattened cake. Yes. a cake that had risen too high of it's own heated accord and burst.

A charred cake.

I is very the sad think think about it. :S SOOO change topics yes?

marked your calendars didn't you? looked up in the night sky waiting for the moon, didn'tcha? Waited with abaited breath for news on the dates, right?

yes, people. it's Raya.

Well, actually it's the 3rd day already. so this post is beyond it's due date. but well. I was busy mates. I was tryin' to clean up, bake, greet and have fun at the same time. Heh.

It's been a really weird raya, really.

Everyone seemed to have this nostalgic aura around them during 1st day of raya. Even I did. Just sitting at the living room and talking and laughing and eating, just didn't feel right. Felt a bit well... kinda felt as if everyone was expecting her to wheel in with her wheelchair complaining.....

feels weird still. but well yeah.
heh.

Anyways, after that the 2 days after that were spent raya-ing from house to house, and when we're not... HOO BOI. People come to our house.. Like seriously, one family goes, another comes, this family goes, that family comes. Anytime for rest, gone: kapoot.

Ugh.

Really tired.

really confused.

I was reading

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Chapter 34 - The Forest Again.

They were neither ghost nor truly flesh, he could see that. They resembled most closely the Riddle that had escaped from the diary, so long ago, and he had been memory made nearly solid. Less substantial than living bodies, but much more than ghosts, they moved towards him, and on each face there was the same loving smile.

James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr Weasley’s.

Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place scene of so many adolescent wanderings.

Lily’s smile was the widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily as though she would never be able to look at him enough.

‘You’ve been so brave.’

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I was reading the 7th book, opened it and was met with this scene.

Loved it.

A First.

It's dark, everything's dark except for the shiny screen reflecting rays of light onto the scene.

You stare blankly at said screen, admiring the CGI effects while rolling your eyes at the plain poor dialogue. You bite your lip and you steal a glance to your left. The sight you see forces you to cover your mouth in fear laughter would escape.

His hair was a stickly mess, as his mouth was a gap; he was asleep. You snicker as you grab a piece of popcorn from the bucket, and you pelt it to his mouth. You miss the target, as the butter covered popcorn hit his nose, causing him to snort awake with a start.

At this you can't help but let out a giggle. Yes, a giggle. You can't believe it, but yes you are. You had just giggled, in front of him.

He smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back before turning back to the movie ahead.


As soon as the movie ends, he brings you out to a park.


A park that was lit with multicoloured lights that changed colour every few minutes. There at the arched pavilion, he and you sit, as you continuously tell him about the 'what should've been' and 'what shouldn't have been' in the movie beforehand.

You're in the middle of talking about how the main character should've been a lot more happier, when he points out how your shoes were tied all wrong.

"A converse shoe shouldn't be tied that way, you know." he says, as he literally grabs the shoe of your foot. He then proceeds to fix the laces in what he called 'chucktaylorworthy' style, while you simply roll your eyes.

After what feels like a few minutes of him mumbling about how such a smart girl couldn't even solve a shoe lace, he decides to pamper you as he ties the laces. A tad too tight.

You voice this out, as both of you decide to walk back to the car.

He smirks at you, gives you his car keys and persuades you to drive.

You panic just a bit infront of the wheel, but he tells you to just step on the pedals.

You do

and a stream of colourful words are let out into the air, as he grabs the armrest. Looking alarmed at you as you stomp on the brakes.

Your wide eyes grow even more wider as a small smile grow on his face and he broke into a peal of laughter.

'You Suck.' is all the defence you can muster.

'You suck at driving!' he gasps in between laughter.

Both of you then switch your seats, as he continuously disses about your 'scary driving skills'

Sleep slowly sneaks upon your eyelids, and before you know it; the night's over and you're watching the hindlights of his car rearing off into the distance.

He's let you played your age, for 4 great hours

you smile.

Shattered - Trading Yesterday

Lyrics:

Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding
Fall into your sunlight
The future's open wide beyond believing
To know why hope dies
Losing what was found, a world so hollow
Suspended in a compromise
The silence of this sound is soon to follow
Somehow sundown

And finding answers
Is forgetting all of the questions we call home
Passing the graves of the unknown
As reason clouds my eyes, with splendor fading
Illusions of the sunlight
And the reflection of a lie will keep me waiting
Love gone for so long

This day's ending is the proof of time killing all the faith I know
Knowing that faith is all I hold

And I’ve lost who I am
And I can't understand
Why my heart is so broken
Rejecting your love
Without love gone wrong
Life-Less words
Carry on

But I know
All I know
Is that the end’s beginning

Who I am from the start
Take me home to my heart
Let me go
And I will run
I will not be silenced

All this time spent in vain
Wasted years
Wasted gain
All is lost
Hope remains
And this war's not over

There’s a light
There’s the sun
Taking all the shattered ones
To the place we belong
And his love will conquer

And I’ve lost who I am
And I can't understand
Why my heart is so broken
Rejecting your love
Without love gone wrong
Life
Less words
Carry on

But I know
All I know
Is that the ends’ beginning

Who I am from the start
Take me home to my heart
Let me go
And I will run
I will not be silenced

All this time spent in vain
Wasted years
Wasted gain
All is lost
Hope remains
And this war's not over

There’s a light
There’s the sun
Taking all the shattered ones
To the place we belong
And his love will conquer all
Yes his love will conquer all

Yesterday I died, tommorrow’s bleeding
Fall into your sunlight

100 marks the spot.

You know what? They lied. They lied to all of us flat;

Time doesn't heal wounds.

Well, time hasn't healed MY wounds.

and to top THAT off, I think my nose's plugged cause I still smell that inane amount of oldpeople perfume in your room. You know, the one where we'd all sniff and make weird faces, cause it smelled so.. flowery? Yeah, weird. I know.

also.. at times, I still hear the sound of your wheelchair squeeking down the hallway. Your weird chants and random shouts still echo through the place;

even 100 days after.

and maybe i'm still a fool. but I still expect to see you, when I enter the room; taking a huff of that powdery smell in the air, listening intently for that loud snore or the ramblings you used to sing out.

cause 100 days have passed.

and I still...

heh.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I... if there was another word for sorry, I'd be screaming it out loud now. I'd be repetitively screaming that word, that could just tell you how... I feel.

but there's none that can express to you, what I felt, what I still feel whenever I remember that scene. Oh god, only god knows what went through me at those moments. Regret and guilt interlaced with grief.

I wish I had talked to you more, spent more of my free time. Heck, I didn't even get to fulfill your wish to taste my nasi goreng cornbeef, did I? But I did, sleepover there for a night, I promised you a sleepover, didn't I? I know it was one night late, and we didn't sleep at all, cause we were all lamenting on the good days. back when you'd bake us that AWESOME cake, teach some of us how to cook, prodding us with the spatula when we were too playful in the kitchen, telling us how bad judi was while we were playing big two, and even the moments where you would tell us how it was DONE back in the old days.

'Masa nini dulu bah, tok mana ada tok, kamek, kamek kalau buat camnun-nun, pake cara tok..'

and now, 100 days have passed..

I miss you.

BadAss DeathEaters!!

Let the words flow

Her eyes are squinted in concentration,

frowning furrows appear on her forehead,

woven with an uprising eyebrow,

pupils dilated As her mind accelerates,

As Ecstatic fingers

readily weaving,

deliberately devising,

changing, concocting.

sidetracking everything,

for this, her creation:

to tinker with the nuts and bolt

of sentences, to find flaws and

to understand and relish the

flying sensation of liberty coursing

to and fro her veins.

She enables the channel

building a chasm between

her and her creation,

it was...

from her, to her; for her :

everything.

Running around making fools of ourselves.

Past few days have been hectic.

Heck, hectic doesn't even begin to describe them.

But for the sake of saying it: 2 Weddings (1 at Brunei ICC, another at Bintulu), Roadtrip & Shopping Spree. All WITHOUT INTERNET. Ahh!!!

Heh. anyways, I'll get around on filling in my dose of intel here soon. Not Now. Drowsy after that cup of hot chocolate. from starbucks.

hmmmmmmmmmmm... nyummy.

Half a year gone.

and already I feel on the edge;

I Need You,

more than ever.

GoodBye

Good-bye oldfriend. No one will understand, that you were more than what they pereived you to be.

Thanks for all the fun times.

Bye.

Cut, crop and paste

---this pain away.

Disclaimer: I do not own the pics, I just edit-ted (sp?) them.
Suspense:



Acknowledgement:

Need:

Avoid:

but 'till then;

answered questions.

questions.

never-ending.

streaming through synapses, over and over again-

What?
How?
Where?
When?
Why?

Who?

and when you find the answers.

you find
not what you looked for
not what you yearned for.

but instead

something better.

you find

hope.

If a picture speaks a thosand words...

So these should tell you a LOT.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, where princesses and dragons went to bingo with eachother while princes would tap dance away with talking horses... there... was...

A boy with big great headphones who was determined to pave a new definition of tone-deaf singing. So, he went and barged into a room while singing a bieber lyriced song; thus diturbing the peace of the room.

Enraged by the abusive repetitive lyrics of 'baby, baby, baby, oooh baby', a small tiny boy rose up to the challenge;

the challenge to shut the big giant up. The lil' boy took a lethal weapon, an orange tipped object and pulled down a mask to shield his bleeding ears from the sharp sound coming from the throat of the ogre.

The masked crusade quickly runs to the towering fiend and sprouts words of an unheard language but it's intent was made clear:

'shut up, or I'll stuff this up your rectum'

or something like that.

But ALAS,

the towering ogre was too strong for the tiny soldier in an oversized helmet, instead, the small boy was pushed aside onto the awaiting arms, of a mop headed bespectacled girl,

There in her arms, the warrior found a way to rejuvenate himself, the young brave warrior decided to...






Pick his nose.




Disturbed by the provoking excavation of the warrior's mucus site, the civilian shakes her head and pushes the 'warrior' into the ogre's path. Where the ogre lifts the tiny fighter and dunks him into a basket;

and then hoists the basket and the body within, loftily above the ground. Both the captured and capturer shares a hearty laugh.

and they proceeded to 'battle' it out.

After setting the lil' warrior back to the ground, the giant and warrior went into a dangerous gut wrenching wrestling match. It was all laughter and smirks...


until some one was kicked in the crotch. *coughHazeeqcough*

there everything went:


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

The wait

`It's 4.30

Drip. Drip. Your sweat plastered onto your back.

You're sitting there under the scorching sun, waiting.

Waiting for that accursed bus to appear at the bend.

Tick.Tock. the clock's ticking away on your wrist.

It's 4.32 now,

shouldn't the bus be here by now?

Your mouth turns dry, as you brain begins

to race.
What if the bus had broken down?
What if the bus was still in a traffic jam due to somesort of traffic collison?
Oh My God.
What if the bus had been in THE traffic collison?

Your heart paces faster, and worry etches itself onto your forehead.

It's 4.36

GOD! The woman said the bus would be by 4.30!
She said, 4.30

What is she playing at? Where is she? Who does she think she is?

You feel an irrational anger boil under the heat.

Where is she? Where is that woman?

You are never allowing this ever again. NEVER again.

STOP.

there it is!
The bus, it's FINALLY rounding the corner.

You see little heads near the window, as the bus crawls to you.

You search for that familiar face among the squashed features promptly pressed to the window.

You squint for the features imprinted to your brain in between waving arms.

You can't see it. You can't see him.

You frown at the thought of his younger form squashed between the much more older bodies in the bus.

Wait.
Oh god, what if he's not on the bus?
what if he got left behind?
what if...

and you stop. as you see a small figure sitting quietly in the bus.

Head down, shoulder slumped and a contemplative twist of the head; the relief you feel is tinged with the sadness that will never leave.

The head turns, and you see the ears rise from its droopy state as a limb stretch out and remove each digit and press itself to the frosty glass.

A smile.
A wave.

You happily reciprocate.

You watch as the figure bombards itself from the bus at the earliest chance.
You grin as it canons itself under outstretched arms of others, and jump into your awaiting arms.
You laugh as he hugs you and starts gabbing in a language you must've once known, but had forgotten.

'How was your class trip?'

The child smiles.

'Was it fun?'

The child nods.

"You wanna go again?"

He smiles and nods.

You sigh, and laugh at yourself. You know you'll feel torn, worried and insane about this again.

but you couldn't say no to that lil' boy;


your exception.

Rating for My Name Is Khan

I rate it a nice 8.5/10

Watch it?

A must.

Movie Review : Clash Of The Titans

Today I watched:


Overall, I must say... I was satisfied.

Though, many have said it was a 'rip-off' of Percy Jackson, Percius should be Hercules and the titans should be from the elements, I'll point out some minor details to you, right now.

One. Zeus had A LOT of children, and he didn't practice our 'one to one' monogomous function that we practice 'all the time'. geddit?

Two. I'd actually say Percy Jackson is the one ripping off Clash of the Titans cause this is just a REMAKE of an old movie made in the 1980's. GOT IT?

Three. The titans were not of elemental power. Titans do not represent 'big' 'scary' 'monsters'. TITANS ARE actually the ELDER GODS in Greek mythology, i.e. Zeus, Hades, Poseidon... yadda yadda yadda.

Anyways, critics aside... True the graphics were below of expected but hey, I think this movie is an overall above-average interesting film, that should not be over-shadowed by close-minded people who has watched too much of Disney movies *coughHerculescough* and do NOT know what they're talking about at all.

I say it's a good joy for all those Greek Mythology admirers out there! Especially those who always wandered how Medusa's lair would look like and also... the Kraken is AWESOME.

P.S. I know the Kraken isn't actually derived from Greek Mythology but.. puh-lease... it was sooo fun to watch it tear up the city. HAHA! :)

STARS: 4 Stars.

Wrong Choice.

You feel the heat radiating from the orange orb in your hand.

Sweat embedded onto your forehead, and splattering your thick hair onto the base of your neck, preventing heat waves from escaping your already hot-head.

You wonder why did you chop your hair to a bob; it was so hard to tie now. Wait! Stop! You have to focus.

You shake your head to throw the pesky thoughs aside, as you urge faster; under an outstretched arm, past the bulldozing bodies and even faking a few directions to muddle the competition.

The competition; huge bulks of tower-power as they stomp across the court, forcing their face at you and greedy fingers grab at the grasped object in your hand.

There, you see it a hole in the defence!

Run, Run Qeel. Run. You've gotta make it.

NO! Blocked! Darn it.

You swerve and at the edge of your eyes, you see her.

She's running and not looking, just running around with her arms wide open. You have only 2-3 seconds to think about it. She can't be that bad. She must've caught something during all those countless trainings. On the other hand.. this was an important mission. It could determine success or failure for what you've all done; for what you've done.

You decide to give it a chance.

So you do it, you thrust the powerful orb into the air; hurling it to her all the while praying she would catch it.

In the split second the object leaves you, you feel a sudden coldness in you as you see her shocked expression and her despair of being trusted with such responsibilities. Overwhelming frustration guts you in the stomach as you see her flailing arms miss the orb as it passes past her outstretched limbs.

and is picked up by the opponent. You don't bother running to salvage the wreck that had happened; the wreck that you had caused.

Time's up.
Game's over.

You lost.

Ole!

Yesterday was interesting, to say the least.

Woke up, tied up a few knots of work, did my early-morning jog, sat down outside and enjoyed nature while it was still cool outside.

Then came the rush, you see... yesterday was the perarakan on Maulud Nabi. Yes mates, even though Maulud Nabi was on Friday, the march was on Saturday.. due to Friday prayer.

Equation:

Maulud March+Friday prayer= Major TRAFFIC JAM

Hmm.. Jam.. I'm hungry.

Anyways, after all the marching and all that. I was dragged all over the Brunei District by my cousins. HAHA not really. But still.

We went from lounging it up in Empire; watching a movie:i.e. Percy Jackson&the Olympians and The Lightning Thief.

Gotta say though, Luke was cute.

Percy Jackson.. looked short. and too much like Zac Efron. "(=. Half expected him to start singing 'A whole new world' when he was fighting with Luke.

After that, we all (-KaDilah&AbgAsh) went to pantai Tungku where we Literally walked on shaky grounds. HAHA after watching this major showdown by this LOUD couple, we all pretended to surf and jumped on the already unstable rocks. :) Death wish, anyone?

Not really. :P

Then, ATV racing was on. WEEHEE. Felt good, feeling the wind in my air, the rumble of the engine.. and of course.. my cousin clutching to me for dear life while SWEARING I was a maniac.
Heh. Can't help it. Well, yea that's not technically true. But she CHALLENGED me. She was like 'Bah kalahkan Hazeeq ah!' and of course I did. I went all out on the gas pedal, swerved at the curves and made the ATV vehicle soar more than 2 times.

A maniac on the road? MAJOR understatement.

:)

Then it was Caroline's big shindig.
AND DO I MEAN.. BIG
"(=.

I swear to you, the moment I got dropped off and entered the house, I felt overwhelmed by the sheer force of numbers, until I saw a lil' group of friends and hanged around them until I had to go home.

Overall the party was entertaining and fun. :) Total laughter fest. Maybe it's my fault.. but you know what? I spent most of the night sweating. "(=.

Though I don't ROLL that way... I've gotta say:

Major Plus to the party, I got to see a pretty girl in a floral dress. AHAHAH

TEEHEE!

Thanks. For..well. having me. watching over me. though i find it weird. But. hahahah Okay. just thanks.

I expected stampeding horses of anxiety, earth-shattering dissapointment and ofcourse the self-degrading sense of failure.

You know...The works. What am I saying? Ofcourse you know, welll... okay maybe you don't know.but I.. hmmm.. okay.. I'm losing myself here.

But you know what?

I did pretty alright. Could've done better, perhaps. but. I don't know why. I'm just content.

And nothing's gonna stop this feeling of;-

contentment.

Oh Brother.

On the off chance of sounding like a mother...

Today was Haqeeme's THIRD day of school, and I am ready to report that he hasn't shed a tear at all. :) :D

Though, when he gets home he makes it a habit of knocking out on the couch. "(=.

Heh.

The real shock for me though... must have been the empty sounding house when he was gone through out the whole afternoon.

Doing my homework, with music blaring in the background during the afternoon without an interruption felt forgein to me. Like seriously, I half expected the door to open by itself and reveal this pompous lil' boy who just drags you away from work for a down time watching Power Rangers. Or even sit in your lap and scribble on your homewok while using your headphone to listen to the most classical musics, that you've just got to roll your eyes and tease him even if he can't retort back.

Weh. Look at me, looking back at the dear times when my brother would just shove open my bedroom door and bombard himself around like it was his own room.

"(=.=) No chance of that happening now, he's totally pooped out. Beyond pooped out. You can actually hear him snore and even see a frown pop out on his face in the middle of his slumber.

Makes you wonder what really happens in those Pre-K classes, heh?

You know... to make the most hyperactive boy I've ever met to fall asleep as soon as his head meets a soft landing?

Not that I'm complaining... I mean who would miss that absurdly stubborn ricochet of energy who wears you out by asking for dozens of piggy back rides and tons of jumping up and down while listening to his favourite music?

Err. Yea.

With that awkward thought, I gotta end this post.

Work calls for me. And I really need to shower :)

Hypocrite.

Well.. heylow blog of mine.

It's been a while hasn't it? Heh. Been busy, I guess. Anyhow...

Today, while I was out and about around Brunei, I saw something. I saw a family, sitting down around this table but they were all to busy with their technology gizmos to even bother talking or even eating the cold food in front of each of them.

To say the least, it re-emphasised my belief that people these days probably don't really value 'family' much. I mean, even I'm guilty of that. I don't go jumping in joy and converse a lot with my household people... but I should. I really should. I spend a lot of my time around work and school, that I don't really see the point of trying to converse with my family, cause I'm so darn tired.

But you know what the funny thing is...

I know I'd die for them in a heartbeat, but I'd rather stick my head into a book then actually ask them how was their day.

It still astounds me that I can still be shocked at the notion that I can be such a hypocrite at times.

To the point of disgust.

Guess.

Guess where I'm at.

Go on, guess where my over-bearing fantasy deluded mom brought us for New Year's celebration.

It's not that hard, just unbelievable. Honestly, I had no idea she even had a saving. I always knew she wanted some quality 'family' time. Yea. But here? I thought she was joking. Like seriously? HAHA Though I'm not complaining; it's not my money.

Soo... guessed where I'm at?

Here's a clue: it's an overpriced hotel.
Here's another clue: It has it's own cinema.
Okay the last clue:
Yup. I'm at THE empire. Right now. HAHA I'm in the lobby of the North Lagoon. No, seriously. and no, I'm not sharing my rooms with a dozen cousins. It's just me, my bro, my maid and Qeeme. One room, two nights, three days. Awesome. :)

Though it's kinda lousy that I have to go all the way down to the lobby just to get internet reception, the bed makes it all better. LIKE SERIOUSLY. My gosh. It totally envelopes you, and I swear it makes the most sore-est (is that even a word? HAHA) of backs feel better.

Wow. Look at me, gushing over a bed. :x

And don't let me get started on the food! Heh. All I can say is thank god, there was a package deal, at a good price lagi tu~~!

Anyways, this morning I woke up early. Is 4.30 early enough for you? Heh.

I watched the first sunrise of this year, and I felt... for the lack of adjectives.. I felt... awed.

Looking at the bright yellow orb of light begin to ascend to the heavens, a cold chilling wave of acknowledgment hit me. That thing was bigger than me, huge and more important than me. I mean, the sun gives us heat, light, even provides food for us. and what have I done?

Then it hit me, you know.

I felt... grateful.

How awesome is that? Way awesome. :)

Grateful for what? For everything. Cause If I wasn't such a stubborn child I wouldn't have stuck to E. Lit. If I wasn't such a proud figure, I'd have of course changed my subject choice ine form 4. If I wasn't so darn curious, then I'd never had figured out the answer I was looking for. If I was so open and more touchy feel-y, then I'd never had learned how to be.

Guess what I'm saying is...

I'm giving my cheers to 2009. It's been a real dash of fun, with it's rollercoaster rides of ups and downs. Of turmoils and bouncers. I'll never forget what happened. What was and what has.

and to 2010?

Bring it on.