Final Exams

Final exams is around the corner..
Closing of a messy semester..
Concluding the periodic tuition..
Hindmost test for a registrant..
Latter outcome will be supreme..
Ultimate pressure in achieving a dream..

Crowning the good, better, best..

Finishing the year with a holiday and rest..

Life is Boring

That's a statement. Is it a fact?
No! It's an opinion.
Who would think such a thing?
Why would anyone say that?
Life isn't boring.
Life is full of surprises right?
Are surprises boring?
No! They're so not!
Might be a tiny card.
Might also be a car.
The surprises, i mean.
But, it is what we make of it.
A person's boredom is subjective,
and what you make of life is too.
Positivity attracts more positiveness.
Same goes the other way around.

If anyone says life is boring.
It's not life that's at fault.
It's the person living it.

Yoko Ono

Lecturer : This week's blog entry, Yoko Ono.

Student : Who's he??

Lecturer : (smiled) She!

Student : Whoops.. (cant help thinking "should I know her?")

That, dear readers, is a conversation that happened between me and my dear lecturer. How am i supposed to write about someone i didn't know?? ~sigh

Well, I googled of course, and found out that she's a widow. A very famous one at that. No need for me to contribute to her fame, it's not like she needs it. Not only that, she's also extremely rich, being the great-granddaughter born of a banking family, who's father is a banker and one-time classical pianist who was a descendant of an emperor of Japan. What can i say, she probably lives a fairytale life, as far as I'm concerned. If she's as crazy as Angelina Jolie, I would definitely opt to be one of her adopted kids.

Adam Lambert

Oh my..I'm so late in posting this..
I didn't even know I should have..

I can't think..why you might ask?

everything has gone extremely wrong..

I'm so lost in a big black hole of work..

I can't start anywhere..light's out..

my mind is always a blank piece of paper..

I can't seem to read anything in this darkness..

as I started writing this..I was thinking,

I'm supposed to write about adam lambert..

like..who is he?? I can't recall..

there are so many adams' in the world..

now which one is he??

should I google him??

but I can't!! no time!!

the time!! the time!! oh my..look at the time!!

no time to say "hello", goodbye! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!

Kuala Lumpur

Kuala Lumpur, a huge city in Malaysia, a city of life, a city with vitality, and tension. Full, be it morning, noon or night. When you're living in a city like this, it's a matter of survival. Survival of the Fittest? Yes. But what worries me is just survival of the Fetus. Often we are daunted by stories of babies found in rubbish bins, by the riversides, in the forests, absolutely everywhere possible. Why does this happen? Doesn’t these babies mean anything to the parents? Well, I don’t think anyone can really answer these questions except for the people who are involved directly. But we should all ponder on the issue and find ways to solve the matter.

There is also numerous other social problems in the city of KL, loads of rapists, murderers, kidnappers, child molesters, robbers, thieves, the usual I would say. How do we actually protect ourselves from these unfortunate events? How do we try to make the world a better place? I’ve been critically thinking of these issues that I’ve stated, why is it that our world is becoming worst? And everytime I start to get tensed by the many problems of the city life, I’ll stop! And I’ll then put on a beautiful song that I have grown to love so much, one that reminded me of death, and I’ll sing-a-long and just smile. Smile though your heart is aching, smile eventhough it’s breaking, so says Charlie Chaplin in  his song.

Apart from social issues bringing about tension in the city, living in Kuala Lumpur is also very often associated with road congestions, and it seems that everybody around me hates being stuck in one. What about me? Do I hate it? No, I absolutely don’t. I enjoy being the center of attention on the road, why you might ask? This is because I’ll be the only person singing happily, dancing at times, swaying to the music I’m listening to. I’ll bring a traveling cup filled with my favourite cappuccino, with a little something to munch and I’m already so content. In a way it gives me time to get my mood to a positive mode for the whole day. And I would definitely say this has worked wonders to my social life.

To me, living in the country side, is just wonderful. The sound of the river flowing, the gentle touch of wind, warm heat of sun, but I still rather love being in the city. There’s so many places to go, so many things to be done and enjoyed. So I thought, I should definitely be happy with what I’m already blessed with. Living in Kuala Lumpur, I love joining my friends, fellow photographers, out for a street shoot. Taking pictures of things that are wonderful, photos of people and places that are priceless, different races and cultures right under the same cloud. This is the beauty of 1Malaysia. How is it possible? Thanks to our 4 fathers, this is what we have achieved after 53 years of independence. Kuala Lumpur, home of one of the world’s tallest building, the Petronas Twin Towers, one of the world’s tallest tower, the KL Tower, is really a gorgeous well developed city moving towards globalization. I am proud of my country, proud of my city, my place of origin, my home.

10 things i hate the most

A poem of love is something cliche
Related, we can always say
But what about loathe? Isn't it a banality?
Though it's something i repel, it's still a piece of reality

talking to someone who isn't listening
lying backstabbing hypocrites babbling
our daily dose of backbiting
don't we all detest these things

terrorism, it's true, we all despise
yet in loads of ways we bare the ties
neonates dumped in rivers harsh
murderers living content lives
these we degrade, we know the harm
but still it is our per diem alarm

Barack Obama

Look at me, where I’m standing

Look at me, where I am now

You who witnessed my dreary days

You who laughed at my wishful thinking

Open your eyes and see

Open your ears and listen

Where I am now

What I have become

The first I said I would be

The first it is, I am now

Without wealth I dreamt of this

With determined heart I acted

Everything I needed I searched

Everything I wanted I tried

Now everything is here beside me

Probably is luck, what I achieved

But dare to dream, think big things

Anything isn’t impossible, nothing is..

The New Place

Unirazak’s new place. Where do I start? The first time I set foot in this new building I wasn’t very happy because it seemed very chaotic to me, like being in Mydin when it was around the festive seasons. Not to mention that it’s so far from where I’m staying. Traveling in the traffic every morning makes me wonder how is it that the people during the era of islam traveled, how is it that they are so patient with the slow pace of their camels riding away for months through the hot fiery desert. Somehow those thoughts give me strength.

As I started my classes 3weeks later than the supposed time, I thought to myself, “this isn’t so bad. In a few weeks everything will be fine”. Though I do have complaints but who doesn’t, right? The place isn’t as disorganized as it was the first time I came, but I am now even worst. Being so left behind in all the subjects is scary. Trying hard not to let it get to me though, and I try to make sure I catch up. But I kept thinking I needed something or someplace to clear my mind, so that I don’t get stressed up in coping with everyone, so I started to wander around the campus one day, just getting familiar with the area when i found this wooden stairs which was leading to a prohibited area, judging by the chains that were hanged across the stair from one side to the other. Do I go through or don’t i? These questions lingered in my mind for awhile when finally I made the decision to just go through. Climbing up the creepy squeaky stairs, I suddenly felt like Alice on her way to wonderland and a smile merged from my face.

As I reached the end of the staircase I was greeted by 2 gruesome statues, ugly to me but probably master pieces to the artists. As I left the 2 statues there I discovered a place of tranquility which reminded me of a movie that I had watched as a kid by the title of The Secret Garden. There it was, in the midst of all the mayhem, a place I could find peace. There were flowers blooming, butterflies roaming and birds singing, everything I loved. The wind was blowing hard on one side and softer on the other, cold and warm at the same time. There was also a small stream flowing silently, water moving as time does, no pauses, no stops. As I took of my shoes, I felt the grass under my feet, ticklish yet rough at the same time. This was it I thought, this was going to be my place, the place for me to find myself, to rest after a hard day, my secret hangout. I would love to let you know the whereabouts, but then it just wouldn’t be a secret anymore would it? (^_^)