Cuti...

frasa yang seringkali membawa jeritan yay!! dan merdekha!!! apabila sekolah tamat, cuti. Kini di menara gading, situasi tidak begitu berbeza... Cuti sekolahku, dan kini universitiku tidak begitu dilengkapi dengan 'holiday' di luar negara mahupun dalan negara... paling2 pun, melawat stadhuys dan runtuhan gereja St Paul ketika mengambil adik yang belajar di sana... cutiku juga tidak dihabiskan dengan aktiviti lepak dan keluar bersama rakan rakan sehinggalah ku berada di akhir tingkatan 4, sekarang pun sekali sekala sahaja, kurang frekuensinya dengan sahabat sahabatku yang lain. Namun, pada satu tahun, sahaja, Decemberku dihiasi dengan bunga bunga cinta dan kasih.. Itu sudah jadi peristiwa lama... Biasanya cutiku akan dihabiskan bermain permainan komputer, menghabiskan masa, bergaduh, dan beradventur dengan dua adik lelakiku, memasak dengan ibuku, dan menjadi penolong ayahku di kerja, dan pelbagai aktiviti lain yang boleh dikatakan ritual... Dahulu, ku terlalu muda untuk menganalisa, tetapi, sekarang, aku mendapati bahawa keluargaku amat selesa dengan cara hidup begini, sememangnya benar, ayah dan ibuku mahukan kami sebagai anak untuk hidup lebih 'high class' dari sekarang tetapi aku fikir, mungkinkah keselesaan ini dikecapi dengan status yang lebih tinggi? mampukah ketenangan jiwa dan perasaan kesederhanaan yang dirasai sekarang boleh dirasai di kedudukan yang lebih tinggi dalam status sosial? Seperti orang yang berstatus tinggi diletakkan dalam kedudukan sebegini akan bertindak seperti kelawar dalam gua yang tiba-tiba di terangi cahaya terang, mungkinkah aku akan bertindak sebegitu apabila diletakkan di kedudukan 'high class' secara tiba-tiba?

Semester One Ends

I'm back home, so this time i have a great amount of time to post something really decent. (yawns...)
University was a hell of an experience, experience which i have much to experience if you know what I mean. Sometimes I just feel that being to indulged into my emotions of what happened is keeping me down, and i know it is. . . i feel like so what if i have lost my only best friend, and my first one, I'll live through this life myself... I'll do it alone, and I'll get through, but sometimes... well most of the time... my emotions get hold of me.
Anyways, uni was nice, a variety of feelings... a variety of experience... just as PLKN was, but just in a different manner. Eventhough I can't actually feel happy anymore, I feel a hell lot different things... so I guess that counts as me not being emotionless yet.
If I were to narrate one interesting experience by another, the sun will begin to rise and i'll be more sleep deprived than ever. many events were interesting, even in a hostile manner such as ragging... it has its own benefits... example: after the ragging period, we (juniors) got to know many seniors and we became friends with them.... and when i say many... i mean like alot of seniors... thrice as much as you would be friends with if the "introduction" session never occured. I have alot friends here... a few new good friends whom I trust. .. played a lot games... watched alot movies... studied alot... drove a manual car without parental guidance... I learnt alot... I experienced alot... and after all of this, I can atleast say that for the next semester, I'm looking forward for more experiences...
Finals wasn't very good... and i doubt i'll be anywhere near excellent... but based on my emotional instability, i can say that i managed okay... hope that god throws in a few strings...

Lastly,

"whatever we do may be insignificant, but it is most important that we do it"
-M.K.Gandhi-

I care ...

Dhijee

Jungle Roses

Its like with a stalk of jungle rose... so damn beautiful, hold it once and u'd feel like u've gotten everyting you wanted. but then, its thorns begin to hurt you... tearing into your flesh, the more harder your grip, the more pain it brings.... You'd let go.
The thing with people like me is, we still hold on to the flower.... even with our already injured hands we still faithfully hold the stalk, the pain is now excruciating... but we still hold on, because we have faith in the beauty of the flower, because we know that the flower is not to be blamed for the thorns it is created with... that is its nature.... we have hope in that flower... we love that flower...

Memoirs...

I can still recall the first time i fell from a moving car, I can still see the scar from my first bicycle fall. I can still hear the screams and wailings of the possesed and hysterical students during Kem Koko Diraja 2007, I can still hear the shots of my M-16 and feel its recoil, looking at smoke oozing out of the target board being hit by my bullets, so many memories, but most of all... one memory stands above it all... the one I will always cherish and the one that will always haunt me. . . the one memory that branches into a million others....

Happy Deepavali

TO ALL... HAPPY DEEPAVALI



May everyone of you, regardless of race, ethnic, religion and background have a good time on this Festival of Lights.