stars and satellites

this is the first time i've entered a public cc.the chairs are fabulously comfortable and the screens made my laptop screen looks like a tiny rectangle.

as Malaysia's 51st Independence Day is tomorrow and Ramadan is coming,i'll talk about those today.
what does it mean being independent?
being independent doesn't only mean sticking a flag on your car.instead, it's your actions.the little things that you do every single day.

you can't say you love your country when you're not even proud of what your country has achieved.

you can't say you love your country when you pollute that very same country you live in.

you can't say you love your country when you don't even know what's going on in your country.

you can't say you love your country when you don't even know how and refuse to talk Bahasa Malaysia properly.


for me, being independent does not only constitute watching Merdeka concerts or screaming 'Merdeka!'it is being able to stand on your own two feet and think for yourself.i hope that this Merdeka brings more meaning to each and every one of us.



Ramadan is just around the corner.a year has passed. and a lot of obstacles crossed, paths lead and lives changed.Ramadan,i greet you with an open heart.may God bless us all...

i rubbed my eyes and stood up from my deep dead slumber
i tread the descending steps towards a place so familiar: the kitchen
at that moment i saw you stirring the pot of soup
making busy to feed us all
i was as happy as a child who had his first glimpse of the rainbow.
of all the things i could wish for in this universe
my greatest wish is to see you smile.to see you laugh.to see you happy.
i knew then your existence was no happenstance.
i could never be like you.but i hope that i could get a whisper of your wisdom.
of your hope.of your compassion.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!




i love you,mama.
always have.always will...

and so this week has been very VERY productive.but despite all the late nights and the constant rush to meet deadlines and stuff,it felt worthwhile.pushing yourself to the limit can really get you going.and along with it surfaces these huge zits that look like a stew that is boiling.yup....not a good sight.not a good sight indeed.

however, amidst all that, i said yes to hani's invitation of watching a play.



i agreed completely without having a single clue about it.but it turned out to be quite a grand experience.at least for me.
but i think the play which affected me the most has got to be 'How do you like me now?' or something(i can't really recall the title).yes, the scene where the clothes started to shed was quite disturbing.but the message behind it gave quite an impact.

i think what it was trying to say is that by exposing yourself,you may get some attention from men.but when you expose yourself too much,you'll only make a complete fool of yourself.and don't trust the outer appearance alone.what you see is not always true.

and you know what?i'm beginning to feel quite tired arguing with someone who is constantly trying to bring you down.is that a bad thing? i don't know. i just think it's wasted to argue with someone who is already that shallow and artificial.let them think what they want. i know what i want and i think in the end, that's all that matters.

and i'll be heading to the sofa to do my tv remote control clicking marathon now.




ciao...

i noticed that most of my previous posts are laced with anger,hatred and desolation.but all that seem so insignificant when you look at the people torn by war.even getting through a day is an achievement.
therefore, i've decided that i will not complain too much on the things that do not satisfy me.do not please me.do not make me happy.

and so...i'm turning on a new leaf.

"can't smile without you"




isn't that the most beautiful smile you've ever seen??