25.3.09

i don't know how to upload photos!



I DON'T NEED SEE WAYYYY! _|_

14.3.09

a pile of bones make a dancing machine

Word: why

It seems as if there's almost a need to have and to do things in excess in our society, but we tend to forget (or choose to forget) that needs stem from whys. If we'd asked ourselves the whys, we won't be in excess. En fait, I doubt we'll all be in such a fix as we are today.

Sometimes I ask questions like, Why are some people so engrossed in keeping up with other people's lives?, Why these people's moods can be so drastically changed by something which happened to their person of adoration (and thus totally out of their control)?. But then those are questions of excess, and once again I'd forgotten to ask the why.

Really, I should be asking questions like Is God ever going to be pleased with me? (which is redundant on the whole, as I suspect the answer's a big, fat NO) or When is that call ever going to come?. These questions, I have the answers to why I asked them.

PS Are dreams meant to be remembered, and questioned? Sigh.

13.3.09

the masked superman

Word: fathom

Let me relate this incident which taught me how to do the New Age ideas of "putting self in other people's shoes" and "viewing a matter from another angle/perspective":

I burst out of my parents' room after admiring my little brother's new book - a thick tome with BrainQuest stamped on the front and lots of colorful pictures - and automatically exclaimed at Mum, "Eh lawa buku si Wafiq ah!"

She had this blase so-what? expression on her face while she replied, "Apa lawanya?"

And I fidgeted, thinking, "How do I go about explaining a bookworm's fetish to a non-bookworm?"

"Lawa lahh. Banyak colors ah." Totally the lamest excuse I've ever concocted in my whole lifetime.

---- No reply. Sigh.

But thinking back, I realized it could have been a perfect rendition of a reverse situation.

Like how when Mum croons over a seemingly 3B (bland, banal, boring - and YES! credits to Amy Sutton from Sweet Valley, ha-ha) kain or an obviously fugly one, and I'd be going all "Ohhh what the heck is she ON about?"

On another note altogether, I hate AS Level. Leaves me completely exhausted at the end, makes me feel so anti-social 'cause am too tired to pick self up from bed to go out and partayy.