My birthday wish.

It's not expensive. It's not elaborate. It's not shiny nor it's high technology. But this is the gift that touched my heart. It's a simple card, but with love, with care, with longing.. Thank you sir boi.. Love you more than life... My birthday wish? May our bond be eternal..

resonant of a soul : in E major

curiosity kills the cat. 

uncertainty kills the goal

ignorance kills the intellect

silence kills the soul.

its been more then 2 weeks since you kept away from me. i did something terrible and i don't even know what i did. wish you would tell me. hmmm, if this is the price i need to pay for hurting you, i will. but know one thing, you always will be my soul mate. my guide. my philosopher. my eternal bond. and nothing would keep me away from you.

on a different note, i have started my final year  project cum thesis, albeit in a struggling mode. i was sick for quite some time, drained my self out.. sigh, feeling much better now, have to quicken the momentum to keep up the pace. suppose to meet my supervisor last week, but could not make it. will try to meet him this week.

right now, the only thing that is keeping me occupied, is my thesis work and volunteering. the ngo i'm involved with is kind enough to send me for various trainings for me to gain knowledge and exposure in order to serve accordingly and efficiently. i have a camp this coming weekend at my former school where i'll be a facilitator. 

*mymindissohaywiredrightnow*

the estranged heart is longing for the familiar voice that healed the wounds and cradled the worries. 

from me to you

i'm bruised. battered.
but i guess you feel the same.
i drained my self thinking  what i did.
wish u would tell me, as i don't know.
i'm that dumb.
sorry. thats what i can offer.
but if you want anything else, name it.
just don't ignore or hate me.
love you more then life.
before, now and always
miss you sir.
miss you a lot.




T_T

a trial

i always wanted to write. a story. a fantasy. a dream. it has always been. but lately been feeling a little courageous, and so here is a little excerpt from one of d many imaginations i cook up in my mind.
presenting, i am dancing. the two different struggles faced by two different persona's, on one common ground, dance.

" he looks down at his feet. wearing them has always been his dream. he peeks through the curtains, as a wave of panic rushes, cruises through his body. he looks at his painted fingers, and increases the volume of his mp3 player, as valli kanavan pirai screams in his subconscious mind. he drifts back to the day he saw his first love on the screen at home. the movement, the beat, the expression captivated his innocence so much, he dropped down the lego toy and went to his mother and father and said, mum, i wanna dance. dad looked down at his son, horrifed, that he wanted to dance and mum in bewilderment, on what he was talking. suddenly he was jerked back to reality as his hand were pulled, "you are next, get prepared" he said " huns, been doin that all my life" and smiled. this is it, he thought. im ready he took off the player, , hands at his side, and strode out, at que music. in his mind and heart shouting estatically, i am dancing."

"she sighs as another jump played its impact on her sore feet.'concentrate gal! you have to be in top shape!!' her mum's less then encouraging banter, be-seated, with her jathi stick poised to strike again. the aunt on the veenai gave her a sharp but sympathetic look. ' maybe she needs a break, she has been dancing non stop for quite some time you know" she said giving a slight hope. ' nonsense, she is not tired, she is just not concentrating. if you are tired , you can take rest...' the aunt gave another look and her eyes spoke her emotions. sympathy flowed through it. 'its ok aunt, im not tired.... i can dance, no worries.. take a break if you are felling tired..' the aunt threw a faint smile, and nods.. the shakes her head. she smiles as she adjusts her sash into place, and gets into aramandi again. she nods. her mum begins, ' from the start sadhana!, no cutting in between when you stop... ' and she begins.. asai mugham maranthu poche.. ' she bends, slightly and twist her hips getting into position and begin her formation of mudras deftly. if only her mums voice was not loud, she would her heard her mind and heart groaning, i am dancing.."

watcha think?

attitude paradigm, in point blank.

*omigosh! having a major crush on a lecturer!!!!! sigh… moving on*

people surrounding us have their own set of behavioral traits that makes or breaks their success on their social calendar. speaking of which, there is a huge difference on what is their social calendar like. some will have  trashy local reality series grand finale as the event to go, while others may look forward to the annual malaysian tatler’s debutante ball.  as crude as it may sound, status quo is not a new phenomenon, rising from schools to work places. they have it decided by them for them, so not one is to be blamed here (not that is a crime to have friends of different background!). and then we have the wannabe’s.

a major pain in the neck, these group of yuppies have always managed to irk the hair of almost every body who have came across them in their daily life. these people are in serious need of character building, cause they simply don’t have one! its like they  are still stuck in time. quoting a dear friend, (thanks sammy!) even the rugrats have grown up( the series is called all grown up now), so can you! some may argue imitation is the best form of flattery, but it may not be the case with some of them as they only managed to make them look like needy of some desperate attention. in the end, they will end up like lindsay lohan, who claimed she forgot her actual hair color due to over dyeing it so many times with all the colors in the spectrum. ok maybe not all the color in the spectrum. but still the point here is, originality is always the best presentation to truly bring the best in oneself.

adjusting ones principles and character and adapting one’s character and principles are two different things. some may keep on adjusting and adjusting till they get lost in the transition and in the end, try their level best to become well just about every body they come in contact with. adaptation how ever is the same interpretation in a different perspective. the essence still carries the same weight, amid in a reformed context. you still project originality and at the same time you don’t annoy someone so much till the dedicate an entry in their blog, ranting try make their annoyance sound civilized and some sense *snorts!*

good day.