What is it that makes it so hard for us to talk to each other?

My mother is the epitome of an amazing talker. I'm not exagerating~ It's true. Everytime we go to social events, i'd be amazed by just how easy it is for her to talk to almost anybody that passes her way. Even complete strangers. Even complete jerks. Even old grannies. Even little 5-year-old children. Of all the things i'm proud to say of my mother, i'd be proudest to say that she is a talented conversationist.

I, on the other hand, am the epitome of a horrible talker. I'm not exagerrating~ It's true. (Just when you thought you'd had enough of my self-deprecation. Here's ANOTHER one.)
I can't stand going to social events because, well, maybe I'm just antisocial.
That's a lame excuse; and i know it's not a true excuse. The real reason is, of course, it's just hard for me to talk to people. And i have no idea why.

Seeing me in conversations is like watching a wolf being skinned alive in slow-motion. Oh the humanity..! Oh, the blood-curdling awkwardness..!

Oh, the scattering of my brain on the ceiling...

(that's why during social events i'd just really eat a lot; so as to avoid embarrassing myself in conversations with people. That way, when people start talking to me; i'd just stuff my face and nod in agreement to whatever they're saying. Easy. Simple. Painless. Just run to the buffet table when things get awkward! (*.*))

Alright, enough of selfish me, me, me...

So, yesterday Derrick asked us to write on "What is it that makes it so hard for us to talk to each other?" i'm quite clueless to be honest.

Well, not exactly. Of course i can easily say that it's because of the generation gap, or people's own mentality, or their sorroundings.. or any other logical and politically-correct reasons that can earn me some delicious marks in an essay.

But truth is; sometimes we just don't feel like talking to certain people. It's not because we think we're better than them, or because of our past--

Sometimes.. some people just give us this certain kind of aura..
So.. my reason for what makes it hard for us to talk to each other is the aura. The aura we get from the person we're talking to or are about to talk to-- determines our willingness to converse with them. Well at least that's the main reason.. Yes i do believe so.

Sometimes I find it so easy to talk to certain people; however with other homo sapiens-- i'm speechless and clueless on what to talk about with them. It's all in the aura..

In no way do I look down on those i can't seem to talk to-- it's just that; maybe i don't know where to begin or how to act in front of them. These insecurities are the chains that hold us back from having a great conversation with certain people.

Some might say that the language barrier prevents us from talking to each other; but this is contradicted by Mr Shi and Madam in "A Thousand Years Of Good Prayers". It is obvious their command of English is far from perfect, but because they feed off the good aura they get from each other, they are able to talk affably with one another as if they've been friends for years.
This contrasts starkly with Mr Shi's relationship with his own daughter; they have such bad aura between them, that it's a struggle to even have a good conversation with each other.

How ironic and sad.

To make my post sound more academic,(*-*), i'm forced to generically say that our past relationship with that person hinders us from talking to them. Yunli could not seem to get over the fact that her father never really talked to her during her childhood-- so when he started talking to her-- she somehow takes revenge on him for all the years of his emotional neglect.

Maybe the father deserved it. Maybe he didn't; but Yunli's silence speaks volumes on how she feels about her father's past treatment of her. It's hard for Yunli to forgive her father's mistakes; as it is hard for her to open her mouth and just talk to him. She has not forgiven him. Not yet, not even after 12 years.

Another (generic!) reason would be the fact that our culture prevents us from expressing our feelings and talking openly with certain people. Yunli's Chinese culture does not put good light on women who talk so freely in front of men. As her father said, "a good woman should not ask such direct questions". Therefore, maybe when her father comes into her life so suddenly after 12 years-- Yunli feels awkward to face her father. Her father represents her own Chinese culture; one which she has long forgotten and neglected after living in the US for so long. She does not know how to react to him; or the chinese culture he represents.

So kids, talk to your parents.

The end.

(I aknowledge how obvious it is that i got lazy and couldn't come up with a more meaningful conclusion. Hurah. Besides, i hate academic writing. It's pompous and pretentious and well i just find it a little boring. Haha, *whine, whine, whine...***)


*edit*

Oh, and the idea of an "emotional wall".

I believe that sometimes we put up walls around us to find out who'd care enough to break them down. The only way to break the silence and "emotional wall", is through being fearless and by discarding all our insecurities. WE ourselves have to gather enough courage. Courage and self-confidence, enough to break down our own walls and climb another person's.
(Easier said than done though).

How I admire those who seem to be able to talk freely with anybody. It shows that they have courage-- they are not afraid of getting hurt-- they're not afraid of falling from the climb.

Happy Anniversary~

I just found out that today is my parents' 20th anniversary as a married couple..

Uhm, ok.
i just ran out of ideas.

Well that was quick... (*-_-)

Actually I was meaning to write a nice, warm, fuzzy, heartfelt post as a dedication to my parents. But i don't know where to start.
Or even HOW to start.

O_0 errrhhm.

I guess i'll start by saying that they're wonderful parents. (Haha.. not original, but TRUE. to a certain extent. eheh.) For 19 years they had to put up with a stubborn, annoying daughter, and still didn't regret producing her-- so that's an achievement in itself! Walaweh..

So,
Marriage.

I think my parents taught me a lot about marriage. Just by the things they do and the things they didn't do. Some by the things they say- spontaneously and (most of the times) subconciously..

For instance~

Case 1

(After a six-hour drive back to kampung last year.)

Dad: If only you had your driver's license. I'd let you drive when i'm tired.

Me: Why don't you just let mum drive? She always offers but you never accept.

Dad: Haha..... she doesn't know- and don't tell her ah, but i don't trust her behind the wheels. Too reckless.
But don't tell her ah.. . ^^

Me: Ha. Ha.

(Some other time)

Mom:... blablablablabla..yadayadayadayada.. besides, your father never lets me drive when we go balik kampung. He doesn't trust me..I know it. (rather matter-of-fact ly)

Me : (in my head) Ah. The beauty of this.. She always knew.

Me: Ha. Ha. And yet you always offer..

Mom: haha. And yet he's the one who always gets into accidents.

Basically it showed me that love is all about acceptance, and, well, playing dumb even when you know. (does that make sense? ) My mother knew my father didn't trust her to drive, but she wasn't offended at all. She just, accepts it. My father knows my mother drives badly, but he just, doesn't tell her..

Ah. Compromise..

Case 2:
At mom's office one day

Me : hey what are those things on the top shelf?

Mom: Flowers. Your father sent me.

Me: Wah.. all of them? But they're all dead; and scary-looking; and creepy-looking; and... i ran out of adjectives..

Mom: ...... I just feel it's such a shame to throw them away

Me: But, i can see wasps making their hives on them. (No seriously; WASPS).

Mom: .......

Actually before that i never knew dad even sent mom flowers. (BIG bouqets). I thought that was sweet. What's even sweeter is that my mom still keeps almost every single one of them in her office. I read some of the little cards on them- one for an anniversary, another for birthdays, one.. i can't remember. How quaint.

There are many other stories about them, that i think are far more interesting and heartfelt; but these are the only two that i remember right now.

Being married for 20 years.

That's not easy. I'd be lucky if I find someone who'd stick with me for 20, long years and still wants to be there for me after all my crap. Of course, i also learned from my parents that marriage is HARD WORK. A combination of patience, acceptance, and all those stuff we always hear about marriage.

To be honest, I don't even think i have enough "emotional maturity" to talk about something as beautiful as marriage. I'm not qualified to talk about what marriage is; or what it's all about. Because i don't really, fully know. Haha. I just crap about it to sound smart to you people.
Heh. So i'll just stop.

Anyways, my parents like to lecture. More specifically, they like to lecture ME. You'd think as lecturers they'd had enough of a whole day of lecturing at the university huh?

But NOooo.... Of course they saved some for me at home.

They lecture me about almost everything and anything-- and most of the time i put on my "listening face".
But of course i'm not listening.
At the end of the day, what gets their message across to me are the things they do or stuff they say out of whim.

Those are the little things from them that have always impacted me in big and profound ways. And i don't think they even know. (Or is this just another one of their scams to teach me a lesson? Hmm.. you can never trust parents.)

Anyways, i'd just like to say:
THANK YOU, to my parents.

For staying together,
For having patience
For showing me that true love exists
For trying to make me a better person ( I know it's a tough job)
For not having me up for adoption (HAHA lame.)
For giving me a happy family life
and of course,
For simply loving each other


Ok. that's it. I spent the whole night writing this. Even I can't stand the mushiness.
Happy anniversay mom and dad!
Love you~

PS- I hope this makes up for me not posting anything on father's or mother's day.
HEH. ^(*-*)^

To those who love - ( & yes, i admit the CHEESINESS embodied in this title.)

I don't know why, but it seems that love is in the air for a lot of my JPA peers. Ooh-la-la..

A LOT.

Like, seriously. The romancing mood is so thick in the air i could smell it from a mile away. Especially after the summer camp.. (*.*) Ehheemmm.. Maybe there was some forest pixie there who decided to cast a love spell on some of us..

Anyways, don't worry Mom, i'm not one of them. Hehe. But some of my friends are! And it's very funny to watch.. (and, ultimately, TEASE. *EVIL laugh*) And all this teasing led me to indulge in my hobby of observing, which lead me to my hobby of poem writing, which led me to my hobby of BLOGGING. Which led you readers to your hobby of not minding your own business and thus, reading this.

So here we are.

Anyways, here's a poem i wrote a long time ago.
I don't know why, but after reading it, I'm somehow reminded of the love-sick JPA scholars.
People are different when they're in love, aren't they?Ahh.. isn't love just Bee-ooo-tifuull.How it can make you so stupid, and at the same time make you so full of wisdom. (But mostly make you stupid.)
Haha. Tis the truth. (from a self-absorbed cynic's point of view.. :P)


~Some Love~

Some love come at first sight
So strong and pure and sure
Like a gust of wind on a cold winter’s night
So quick so sudden so sure

Some love come softly
Gentle and slow like falling snow
As quiet as a light melody
Tenderly, time will let love grow

Some love are never returned
Some love get lost along the way
Some love take time to learn
Some love never seem to stay

Some love cause heartbreaks
Some love mend heartaches
Some love are strong while others are weak
Some love make even the strongest men meek

Some love endear the test of time
Some love are just short-lived
Some love are used for selfish games
Some love bring tarnish to good names

Yes, some love make us powerless
Some love give us strength
Some love leave us breathless
And some love make us hopeless

Even if some love sting and injure
And some love are harmful
Even if some love don’t deliver
And most love is hurtful

Don’t forget to remember
~All love is beautiful

N. J. 2006

Not exactly my best poem. In fact, the rhyming scheme- i find very typical and nothing original. The anologies; so cliche, but what the hey?

I self-riteously think it somehow fits the vibes i'm getting lately. HehehehHEHEHehehehe.

So yeah, to my friends who are bitten by the love bug- good luck! May your love story continue as a happy one~~

From a happy observer.. (and sometimes, listener. ) ^.^

To Frankie: May you too find the true love you've been waiting for!! haha. (Juniors2!)


PS- My track record of updating blogs is ABYSMAL. I apologise-- You won't belive the number of drafts i have in my dashboard. It's just that, i never have time to finish them. Sheesh. Excuses2. Will try harder to update.

A "descriptive" Happy Birthday

I actually wanted to write a simple post about my birthday, which happened on the 12th of April last Sunday. But then Derick asked us to write a "descriptive" blog this week, so I'm forced to write a somewhat boring post in order to describe in detail what happened during my 19th birthday celebrations. (Whoever was it that invented "descriptive writing" anyways??)

Meh. So here goes. *Stretches lazy, crummy fingers.*

The whole house was dark, and i found myself locked outside my own room with only Mia's computer music accompanying me in the pool of black. Apparently, my housemates had sneakily managed to knock on my door, and tricked me out of my sanctuary. From behind, they slyly entered my room through the connecting bathroom doors. They scrambled inside my room; locking me out in the process. I can't believe i fell for that same old trick again! The same old trick! dangit!

With nowhere to go, i decided to enter the room next door. Slowly i crept, with the trepidation of a deer who knew it was about to be preyed upon. Step by mindful step. Mia's weird music guided me in my quest to find light, serving as a helpful beacon in my search of an island in this sea of darkness. Cajoling me with it's melody, teasing me with its rhythms. Finally i stepped into the next room, thankful that there was not a single soul there to knock me out senseless. The room was empty as a cracked eggshell. Relieved i was, that at least they only decided to do something to my room, rather than attacking me with various torture materials ranging from face-powder to wheatflour, to eggs and lotion. Teeth-shattering. OoOh.

I discovered that there was a small mess in the middle of the room- created by a combination of cut-out colour paper, glue, scissors, and hastiness. I was touched.

To be honest, the whole day i've had a feeling that they were planning something for my birthday; locked doors, hushed tones, and creepy glances.. They all acted like a group of criminals, scheming on a cover-up for their latest gruesome murder. I knew something was up, but i just kept quiet because i knew they wanted me to be surprised. By the time the clock struck 12.00 midnight, i just braced myself.

And now this.

Me, alone in the next room. Wondering, guessing, pondering; on what the hell they're doing to my most beloved room. While patiently waiting, i entertained myself with games from Mia's computer. Trying to remain calm while awaiting my fate as a birthday girl in this house occupied with twisted and troubled minds, harbouring demented ideas.

Then the door to my room was unlocked, and i cautiously held on to the doorknob, slowly opening the door in fear. To my surprise, nobody was in my room any longer. I conjectured that they all ran into the next room via the connecting bathroom doors. But then i realised something what was different. My desk!

Awesome~~~

Aww. It was the sweetest thing...

There were cards, signs, and presents on my table. All neatly and creatively arranged; as to be expected from "creative" architecture students. (Oh really?)

After reading all the cards, (plus a poem from Tati), i decided to enter the next door and meet my sweetie pies.

Stepping into the next room, i was suddenly ambushed by buckets of water! YOWZA..!
My clothes were drenched with water,water, and more water..

So much for those so-called sweetie pies.. hemmpph.

"Happy Happy Birthday!! Ur Old!!"

hwahwahwa.. So they did attack me after all. Albeit with a "tamer" material.. I should've known! These people are never to be trusted! :D


~Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you..
Happy birthday to Nadon..
Happy bithday to you....~

So after that, they forced me to put on the (beautifully designed) masquerade mask and fed me cake one by one. They bought slices of different flavoured cakes from 'Secret Recipe', and i got to taste each and every one of them. Yumms.

Nad aplogised for not throwing a grander party for me, and for the scarceness of people attending my birthday celebration. I wanted to tell her that this was exactly what i want; i've never liked big parties. In fact, i was touched that they bought cake, presents, and took the time to make all those lovely cards for me on my special day. I knew for a fact that they were all pathetically BROKE, desperate people.. Haha.

Thank you, my dear housemates. It was fantastico~~~

After the stomach stuffing, we played make-up and camwhored (yes, it's a word now) until 4.00 a.m. in the morning. It's horribly narcissistic; but it was fun nonetheless! I immensely enjoyed dolling up Mia and Yeanna, since they've never been made up before. It was hilarious seeing them in glamorous make-up. Haha. I always knew they were gorgeous women.. (rigghtt....) hehe. Yes they were. Below are pictures of me--made up by Mia and her creative, anime-drawing hands.

So that, readers, was how i celebrated my 19th bithday with my homies. It's nothing grand; a very small and private affair i suppose-- but great nonetheless.

The next Monday my classmates wished me belated birthdays. I appreciated that. Hoho. Ya and Mia gave me clothes, Nana gave me a lip gloss, Tati gave me a masquerade mask, and Atiqah, Syireen, Y, and Fadli gave me their, urm, smiles? Haha. Thank you, i knew your smiles are the most "expensive" ones. Squeeeee~~~

And did you know, that i'm the oldest person in that house? Why yes, yes i am. So technically, i'm the senior one and everybody in the house should do my bidding! Ahah. This month there are three people in my house who is be celebrating their coming-of-ages; Myself, my roommate (Nana), and Mia. So on to the next victim! *Grins diabolically..

That's all~ Adios. ^^

(I realised that only the beginning part of my post was somewhat "descriptive". The last parts were all just crappy writing. Darn. Apologies~~)

Insomnia

I went to Greenway the other day; you know, the grocery store at Centrepoint- where the items are overpriced and it smells way funky and the workers are whistling perverts who make "kissing noises" at you? Yeah, that greenway.

That day I picked my grocery as usual and paid for it, as usual. As i got out of the store i felt something missing; and then i found out what it was.

What did i pay for? Groceries.
Where is it now? Not in my hands.
Am i that stupid? Apparently yes.
I turn back to find that my groceries are still there at the paying counter.

Genius i tell you, Genius! hahaha.

The other day i bought roti canai at the cafe, and as i seated myself at a table, i forgot to get the curry, and the spoon and fork. Dangit.

I pay the canteen guy for my mineral water and i went away before he could even give me one.
Get me a nobel prize, will ya?? Huih.

Actually I think i know why i've been acting more absent-mindedly than usual..

I think i've been getting insomnia lately. I just can't sleep at night, and these days i tend to sleep at 4.00 or 4.30 a.m., which is extremely good for my health.
The next day i wake up looking like a cross between Kung Fu Panda and a zombie. Oh BEAUTY.. Feeling crabby and crappy all the same.

Problem is, i don't know why i'm suddenly an insomniac..




I simply just don't feel like sleeping . A few hours later the alarm rings and i have to wake up at 9 a.m. for college; and i kick myself in the a$$ for not sleeping earlier the night before. then i get cranky and i curse at a speed of 989 kilometres per hour in my head. Horrible.

I wish there was a drug to pop me right back into life. Coffee just doesn't work for me. It honestly does nothing to me. I feel so sorry for Miss Effa especially, since i always tend to sleep in her class. Not because she doesn't teach well, it's just that i really hate maths and when i'm sleepy i have and even stronger desire to murder whoever it was who invented maths. And then i shake it off by sleeping. Way to go... This is totally the way to get higher maths marks i assure you.. Meh.

I've read on the news once that sleep deprivation can lower your IQ. Oh noes....! My IQ is already unstable lately. It fluctuates from sheer stupidity to normal more often than not. Now how am i going to answer all those easy AUSMAT questions??? I need my IQ! *worries..*

I've searched the internet on tips for better sleep at night. These are what i got:

Avoid caffeine, alcohol, and tobacco. Coffee, tea, chocolate, and cola drinks are all high in caffeine. Although alcohol is a depressant, research has shown that it, as well as tobacco, upsets sleep patterns and prevents people from experiencing a deep rest. Avoid all of these substances four to six hours before bedtime.

* Engage in daily physical exercise. People with office jobs have far more trouble with insomnia than people whose work is physical in nature. Fifteen minutes a day of exercise will give your body the activity and oxygen it needs to help you relax more and sleep longer.

* Reserve your bed for the purpose of sleep. When you get into bed, your body should be programmed to shut down and get rest. So avoid eating, reading, working, or watching television in bed. It will confuse your body and prolong the process of getting to sleep.

* Sleep in a well-ventilated room. Fresh air and a room temperature between 60 and 65 degrees will provide the best sleeping conditions. Keep the thermostat down and adjust your temperature from inside the bed with the appropriate amount of sheets or blankets.

So i'm trying my best to follow some tips here and there; to help me get through the night peacefully. But for one, i don't drink coffee, so i guess the first tip is useless for me. I hate excercising, so the second tip is a huge challenge of epic propotions for my lazy, lazy bottom... I presume the only tip i'm able to do is the third one, which is try to make my bed a real bed; not a place to eat or to study or to watch movies.. Owhh my.

I didn't know sleeping could be so hard... T_T.

Gambate! Sleep Nadon, sleep~~ (-_-)zzzzzZZZzz

Ah, techynology.

First, I would like to formally apologise for the past two weeks of my extreme emo-ness. Jeez, suck it up, woman! At this rate people would think I'm a pathetic emo with a pathetic life having a pathetic mental breakdown. Which, contrary to popular belief, i am not.

(ok, sometimes i am, but it's all because of the AUSMAT stress! But that's ok. Life goes on. God knows best. ^^).

Life is already so complicated, i don't know why i made it even more unbearable with my bucket-full of emo-ness. Holy macaroni..

ANYWAYS..

I have nothing particularly interesting to rant about this week.

But i guess i'll tell you about my new laptop which i got a few days before.. (awesome!)

It was Sunday, and i was sitting at the student house, doing nothing particularly interesting nor educational. Sundays only come once in a week, and i always reserve all my laziness to be spilled out on Sundays.. Bearing in mind, there WAS an economics assignment my group and i had to do, but it's SUNDAY.

Chill a little.. hehehheheheheheh..*evil laugh. ( Somehow i'd always come to regret this a few days afterwards... oh sweet irony.)

Lazing around i was, when suddenly i got this sms from my mom- "Dra, we're coming with your new laptop."

A brand spanking, mould-free, virus-free, new laptop for moi?? Really?

(My family PC is full of viruses and disgusting moulds.. don't ask me where they came from. I don't know, and don't want to know.. ) So really??

Really now?

Hurah! That's fantabulous! Really really awesome! *jumps up and down retardedly*

Though, it kind of took me by surpsrise since it was only the day before that i told my parents i maybe, "kinda" needed a laptop. And come Sunday~ shebang! A shiny new one. Thank you mom and dad. I'm lucky and i know i don't deserve it.

I couldn't stop smiling the whole day, thinking about my new laptop- what it would look like, what brand it would be, what colour it is-- (i've always wanted white.) I hope they didn't spend too much on it though. I hate it when people spend too much money on me; it's just this stupid mindset i have. It simply makes me uncomfortable. I like to earn things for myself, supposedly i'm "miss independent". Therefore when someone just buys things for me, i feel as if my independence is "stolen" somehow. It's weird and self-riteous isn't it? Like i've said, it's a stupid mindset..

Anyways, finally that afternoon, mom came with *my* new laptop in hand, and I came out of the house with that silly excited grin on my face. Thus i greeted the laptop. I mean, Mom. :D

Mom opened it and there he was.. My new beloved. Oh my, i can't describe how grateful and happy i was.. It's a black Compaq laptop and i think it's BEAUTIFUL. Edward Cullen buzz off! You don't stand a chance against my new darling laptop. hehe..

Maybe it's nothing special to you; in fact, i know "technically" it isn't the most well-equipped or most beautiful laptop in the world, but i love it nonetheless. It fits me. It's special because my parents bought it for me, and i've never really gotten something so expensive before.. And it's a laptop for God's sake. Who wouldn't want a parent-sponsored laptop right??

Obviously, i'll treasure it. I mean, obviously. As if you haven't read me rant about how much i l o v e it in these past few lines.

Here's a picture:

(i've decided to call it "Miko". Cute name, is it not?)

Better than Napolean at least. Haha, Nana just kidding.

Great! No more bothering my housemates in borrowing their laptops, no more snooping around people's PCs, no more making innocent "please can I.." faces to my friends whenever i want to go to the internet. Though i really appreciate their kindness in lending me their computers, i'm grateful i don't have to trouble them anymore. Oh, liberation!


I'm advanced!


With all my excitement, i'm sure you wouldn't have guessed that i actually hate technology. I think it's gotten to an extent where technology just seeps into every single crevice of our personal lives. it's annoying, it's just messy; with all those complicated wires and all. But i guess we can't avoid ot since it's become a necessity these days. I mean, I wouldn't have completed my Economics and Physics assignments without the computer.

However, I think sometimes life does get even more troublesome with all this technology. Though i do aknowledge that it does indeed bring certain benefits to society, it's nonetheless irritating when you have to do this and that just for simple, menial tasks; like adjusting the freaking spacing in Microsoft Word. (Or maybe i'm just not good at it, which i guess is a more plausible cause of me hating it. Meheh. )

Another GREAT example is video editing. My groupmates and i can attest to this. God knows how many times we had to restart the computer; or how many times we lost our data just because of a stupid glitch or a small mistake. Sheesh.. technology.

I hate handphones too. Those SMSes--they're so impersonal. I like talking better. That's why i didn't want a handphone until i entered college, where it became a necessity. I used to have a secondhand handphone when i was 14, but i gave it away since i hated the fact that people can contact (i.e. bother) me anywhere i go. It's so restricting. I guess i just prefer having my own personal time for myself, not spending it on replying text messages. Plus, my fingers get sore after a while of pressing handphone keys. Haha. (Whiny..)

Whatever happened to letters anyway? I think it's a great way to personally connect with friends. It far better than boring SMSes and impersonal friendster comments. With letters you get to touch the same paper the sender has touched; feel the curves of their handwriting, laugh at the doodles they drew themselves. Much better. I think letters are very romantic in their own way. In a way that typed words can never match.

Sadly, letter-writing isn't really practiced anymore nowadays. I must admit i'm a hypocrite also, since i no longer write letters as often as i used to. There are two letters i wrote to my friends that i wanted to send, but forgetfulness and time always gets in the way.. *sigh*.

That said, i'm still happy with my little Miko here-- since now i can go to the net and research without bothering people like the parasite that i am.. :)



I hate technology, but i hate it less now.

Here's to the beginning of a (hopefully) long and prosperous relationship between me and my Miko!
Meloves you long time...

PS- This is the first blog post that i've written using Miko! Huray for us~~

Poems..

I like poems. I used to write a lot of them, but then my computer broke down one day, and all my saved poems were GONE. Yeah, so that pretty much made me all wary of writing poems in the computer.. It's a shame nowadays that i don't write poems anymore.. It was fun back then. I don't know why i stopped. I guess i was afraid people would read it; and it's better to express myself in drawings-- where only I myself would understand what i was trying to say..



Anyway.. I've found this poem on someone's blog.. I think it's very beautiful. I really enjoy reading war poems. There's something special, and sad and poignant about them. They're really the very few things on this earth that can melt my icy, stone-cold heart. :P Bah.



*Love poems are overrated; they're beautiful too, but most are just plain CORNY and unoriginal. Pleh.




So here; read. It's nice..

*I'd like to dedicate this poem to my dad; Jeannot Bin Abdul Karim.. Luv you.


(I didn't write this though..)



The old man was bent over his desk,

His silver hair gleaming under the candlelight,

He was writing quite feverishly,

With smudged fingers and bad eyesight,

He was writing a letter to his son, you see,

He missed him very much,

But his son has not written back,

In thirteen years or such,

"I'm so proud he joined the army,

But he had to go away,

He was stationed elsewhere, you see,

And he left without delay.

There was a huge pile of letters on the man's desk,

All of them unopened,

All had "return to sender" stamped on them,

All were to his son.

The old man fell sick that winter,

And he never got better,

Although he was covered in his letters,

"Please tell my son I'm sorry,

That he will be all alone.

Tell him I died happy,

That I died safe and warm".

He wheezes,

And wrapped the thin blanket around his blanket,

He lay back on his mattress,

And closed his eyes for eternity,

I cleaned his room after the funeral,

And looked through things.

A letter had come from camp twelve years ago,

It had been left unseen.

It read,

"Dear daddy,I'm dying from a gunshot wound,

And I won't be getting better,

I love you,

Never forget that,

Live a long and happy life,

That's all I ever wanted,

I'm getting very dizzy now,

Everyone is gone,

That's all i had to say,

Love forever,

Your son".













Isn't it so sad and touching~~ hwaaaaaaa.....~~~ (If you don't feel anything; you're a hollow; hollow person.. haha.)


By the way; here's my favourite war poem. It's called Flander's Field, written by John McCrae.

http://www.constitutional.net/flanders_field.html

http://www.greatwar.nl/frames/default-poppies.html



That's all~