Merdeka

The word MERDEKA to me is about humming "Keranamu Malaysia." The obvious thing that I love about merdeka is holiday!=P Haha! The other one is about having flags flying everywhere. (I'm not really patriotic lorr..hehe!) Hmm, I think Merdeka is about gaining our freedom, loving our country and a day ought to be a day of remembrance. Not to forget, holiday!

It's a time for reflections on triumphs and glories. The financial crisis, the trauma in 1969, etc. Merdeka is not merely about freedom but the struggle endured that makes it more meaningful. Basically this is just what I know because my history sucks. I don't really like politics, Ish~ beyond the understanding of a stupid girl like me. Hehe!

The diversity of people of different races and religions, the beauty of our land (pretty ar?), the splendor of different cultures, friends of different races, this is our country, Malaysia. Despite being multiracial, multilingual and multicultural, we are Malaysian! Malaysia Boleh~!

Happi Birthdae Malaysia!

Left Unspoken

Through the mystic veil
Through the empty page
Sadness beyond recognition
She drifted herself to the space

Emptiness
Her heart desires with glistening eyes
Her eyes disdain with sorrow
Inwardly this pain is ripping her apart
No one would know
The story of her woes

She tried to be a good person
She tried to be a helping hand
She tried to be the best she could be
The howling wind silenced her weeps
Alone she was left to face the consequences

In this solitary world
Her prayers was left unspeakable
Notes echoed her with unspoken words
Hovering in pain and agony

The Farewell Bid

Is this a beginning or is this the end of the play? Will we meet again or is this the last farewell bid? Nobody knows. God knows. I was sick since yesterday and it's getting worse after the party. Now I’m suffering with sore-throat and flu. Hey this is a good news because it’s the best excuse for me to take a break from studies! Hehe..

The party went really well today. Well-done to everyone! I couldn't believe my eyes that our junior could dance so well. (ok larr not too bad lerr =P) I love hip-hop and break dance so for me the best part of the programme was the dance. Oh yea, I met my seniors too. They looked so gorgeous! Don't know why I feel so happy about gathering stuff. I missed u all so much!!

Today is my lil "bro's" birthdae. Sorry I overslept yesterday and sorry for 15 minutes late but I hope that you'll have a blessed birthday and hope that you'll be happy always! So after the party we went for tea at a shop near KFC. A new breakthrough record for me because I walked in my own feet to KFC! Hehee..I'm not really used to walk for long distance. We had a great time there gossiping and talking crap. Hehee..sorry tauke fer being so noisy. =P

Hey Eric, dun say that i'm worry about you lar. Cherr..( I also dun wan to care about u!!=P) We are just merely 17 and about the patrolling thing, it's really dangerous u know. I don't mean to offend but please be careful when u are on duty. The world of ours is no longer a safe place to live in anymore because of the crimes. Do whatever you think is right but don't risk your life. May god bless you always. Take Care!

LPS ROX!! LOVE YA ALL!

End of The Play

Tomorrow will be the last day of the play. My feeling right now is inexplicable and mixed. Over the years we strived through the good and bad days just for this moment. A moment we once said that it will be a great day, our farewell party. But now, I don’t feel like having farewell party anymore.

A coincidence in our life brought us together. We came to form a gang who stayed true. A team made of a hearts of grace and souls penetrated with love. We wept, we gossiped, we cheered, we did everything holding on together. We came across problems but at the end we solved the problems as a team. We will cherish the memories we shared and it'll forever engraved in our heart. Nothing in this world, nothing shalt loosen our friendship.

I hope that tomorrow will never come because I don't wanna bid goodbye. I love you guys! Tomorrow will be our last play, let's make this a great moment forever engraved in our memories.

Evaluation

When the euphoria of being praised and admired is in the space, who cares about the knockouts? Why there is discrimination? Is exterior important? I mean, who doesn't like good-looking gals/boys? We often wish that we were Paris Hilton or maybe an idealized model.

I think looks are capricious, we don't know what lays behind the mask. Good-looking people get special treatments and attentions while as for the others, they always being haunted by cruel criticism. We always wish that we are blessed with good-looking but unfortunately we aren't. Sometime we blamed everyone for our predicament, even the God. (I dun think "predicament" is the right word to describe)

Demure, gentle, sweet, cute or docile; we use all these words to describe the so-called "angels". This implies that people wearing braces (like me lar) are none of them but a monster. People identify us by just merely looks and some even vote to decide who is the belle.

No offence to anyone or me, just my thoughts. Look is just an image. If we judge by what we see and not by what we feel, soon or later we will realize and cry. Life is too short to care what the other thinks about us, as long as we are happy with ourselves and it's already sufficient.

- Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder -

Childhood Memoirs

Fate
It works in mysterious ways
I hadn't been expecting
The voice I heard from behind me

This is a day of heartwarming joy
Sweet memories unfurled
Smiles drift from face to face

As the years passed we grow apart
Cherishing those moments
Thinking of those times
The pleasures of those childhood days
Over the years we have shared so much
We shed our laughter and tears
Through good and bad days

Childhood fantasies
Lay dormant in our minds and faded into hazes
We're moving on in our lives
Silently we vowed
Things changed but not our friendship
The world collapsed but not our friendship
FRIENDS FOREVER is our promise!

Raining Tears

She shivered
The rain soaked her skin
Glints of teardrops
Filled her eyes

The rainy clouds cluster all over up in the air
The trees flatter enthusiastically with the blowing wind
The rain will never wipe away
Her pain nor tears

A crystal sound of the piano
Her fingers pulled melancholy notes together
She enslaves herself to the sonata
The notes penetrated her soul
Sentimental notes filled her
Leading her to the broken heart

The rain gently hits the window
Tapping out a rhythmic tempo
Eventually she is going to break
Fading away with an empty heart