I miss you, daddy.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010 / 4:53 AM
I miss my dad so badly; it's tearing my insides apart. I wonder how I dealt with it for the past 6 months. It has a really unsettling feeling. Boogers.
Ciao.
Bold & daring
Sunday, April 18, 2010 / 6:21 PM
Do one thing that scares you everyday.
I'd say that's a very bold statement. It's on an inspirational calendar my sister has on her study. Guess what? It's for the August month (: I think it helps one to build confidence. Like I once heard, the only way to get guts is to have it forced into you.
Giving up the gun.
Sunday, April 11, 2010 / 9:29 PM
Your sword grown old and rusty,
Put beneath the rising sun.
It's locked up like a trophy,
Forgetting all the things it's done.
And though it's been a long time,
You're right back where you started from.
I see it in your eyes,
That now you're giving up the gun.
When I was seventeen,
I had ribs like steel,
And I felt complete.
And now my body fades,
Behind a brass charade,
And I'm obsolete.
But if the chance remains,
To see those better days,
I'd put my cannons down.
My ears are blown to bits,
From all the rifle hits,
But still I crave that sound.
Your swords grown old and rusty,
Put beneath the rising sun.
It's locked up like a trophy,
Forgetting all the things it's done.
And though it's been a long time,
You're right back where you started from.
I see it in your eyes,
That now you're giving up the gun.
I saw you play guitar,
Down at a city bar,
Where skinners used to fight.
You took a guy with smile,
And your garbage style,
And used to save the night.
You felt the coming wave,
Told me we'd all be brave.
You said you wouldn't flinch.
But in the years that passed,
Since I saw you last,
You haven't moved an inch.
Your swords grown old and rusty,
Put beneath the rising sun.
It's locked up like a trophy,
Forgetting all the things it's done.
And though it's been a long time,
You're right back where you started from.
I see it in your eyes,
That now you're giving up the gun.
(I see you shining away,
Go on, go on, go on.)X7
Your swords grown old and rusty,
Put beneath the rising sun.
It's locked up like a trophy,
Forgetting all the things it's done.
And though it's been a long time,
You're right back where you started from.
I see it in your eyes,
That now you're giving up the gun.

Vampire Weekend (:
Heatstroke.
Friday, April 9, 2010 / 5:02 PM
It's been so hot these last few days even the air conditioners can't outshine the sun.
The weather have been increasing so rapidly, the whole world smells really
FUNKY. Somehow, no one is bothering about it... Lol I wonder why.
On Wednesday, we had our X-country trial run. It was blazing hot and the whole class smelt really, really bad. It's so hot that even my dad told me not to
faint during X-country tomorrow when we skyped him last night.
Bye, poppets (:
Bleh :P
Greatest love of all mankind
Monday, April 5, 2010 / 7:15 PM
So happens that I was bored and tired earlier and started filling in my Sketch 'Scrap' Book.
I was sort of daydreaming - reflecting/ thinking back.
Guess what I was thinking about?
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Back to the time when I was small and now. Just then I realised that my parents really love all three of us unconditionally. I was moved and touched so tremendously. Thinking back: whatever we want, we get it. Our parents strive and work hard to make us happy, expecting nothing in return except to love and appreciate who they are and all they've done for you. No matter who our parents are, they'll still want the best for us and will love us no matter what we've done or who we are. Because we are their CHILDREN.
Maybe I'm being all soppy and emotional, maybe I'm not but it's great when one comes to realise the strength of parental love.
Replay:
After having that thought, I texted my both my parents.
Mom. Dad. Me
(in texts)
Mom: Yes because you are my daughter la.
Dad: How did you discover that in just one day? (Lol)
Me: Haha very funny. Just thinking back when I was small and now while I was sort of colouring my scrapbook. (to Dad)
Me: Yes and I am happy. (to Mom) ended
Dad: Good reflection, ya?
Me: Yah.
Dad: Realisation of the value of parental love is a sign of maturity and wisdom. It only belongs to those with good karma (:
So it goes on... According to my dad I'm 'godlike' and have good karma. Wow. Then our conversation turned to me trying to explain what 'terror' means to him. It was fun :D
Ending with quotes today, hope you like them.
"Realisation of the value of parental love is a sign of maturity and wisdom. It only belongs to those with good karma." - Daddy, 5th April 2010.
"To me, piracy is something adventurous. It makes you think about Johnny Depp." - Agnete Haaland - 5th April '10 (Time Magazine)
In my own words to the latter: Piracy is sexy (:
Bye my flowers.
P.S. Still considering whether should get Facebook or not...Pfft.
It's flat day!
Sunday, April 4, 2010 / 1:19 PM
It's flat day!
You know why? I bought two pairs of the cutest flats ever. Whatever so intriguing about it? It's my first time wearing flats :) it's so pretty. Heh
Well yesterday my mom, sister and I went shopping at sunway. To me it's sort of a compensation because i was suppose to get my Internet upgraded but due to the wires embedded in the wall, it has to be delayed.
Step 1: call 'contractor' uncle to check whats best for the situation - one week
Step 2: He will get his 'contractor' friend to fix - one week
Duration: approx. 2 - 3 weeks.
I still have kerja khusus to due. Dang :/
Japanese
Wednesday, March 31, 2010 / 10:56 PM
Japanese? Anybody up for Japanese?
Well I like Japanese songs >:D
Started watching GLEE today, it was... pretty awesome!
Au revoir, I'm falling to bed (: