Fragments of a distracted mind

multi disciplinary project this semester.lost.yeah, i remember the other reasons I wanted to take AQS1301 now and not then.----Maybe its the warmer climateTell me if I'm going crazyBut everything you said amazed meSeems to easy on the ear toBe something I should adhere to----played squash again today. wasn't as tiring as the first time. another item to add to my long wishlist - a squash racquet.----plucking flowers. plucking flower petals.Up, down, higher higher, and falling, faster, deeper, and landing hardera cat chasing its tail, while pawing ...

Recapitulation

My previous post wasn’t entirely accurate. Some things just can’t be put into words, or at least, I don’t know how. And I realized that happiness is much harder to describe than sadness! I want to wax lyrical about something but it would never be enough, never perfectly capture what I’m feeling. And that’s why this blog has been relatively barren, except for the odd poetry here n there.That’s another thing. When structured words and paragraphs won’t do, I resort to abstracting my emotions through a jumble of amateur verses. Because in poetry, the ...

The Pursuit of Happiness

You wake up in the morning, or at whatever time you do,And stumble out of bed wondering what the day will bring to you.”I will survive!” you sing aloud, as you check up on your peers,The snippets of their life used to muffle all your fearsYou've nothing better to do so you wait around all day,But "I can't expect everyone to be as pathetic as me," you sayYou try not to be a burden, and try your best to let them be,But all those things unspoken just heighten your anxietyYour paranoia gets the best of you, "of course they're running away!""But I do ...

Too little, too much

I haven't written anything in here for a really long time. I try to blame busyness, but that’s just an excuse. Its not that I don't have anything to say, it’s that, I have too much to say and I don’t know where to start and what to write.Sometimes, I feel like, what's the point in me writing all this? This isn't an educational blog; people who actually read it don't go away holding a precious piece of knowledge of some new found understanding of life. I told this to a friend, and he asked me what was the reason I wrote in the first place.That got ...

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By the very talented Meon, love needs no reason,love needs no rhymewhat love really needs,is to be shown all the timethough patience may just be passion tameddon’t let your passion be held or restrainedcos passion hidden is passion withdrawnedlet passion be free lest passion’d scorned

‘Tis, indeed

It's a world of laughter, a world or tearsits a world of hopes, its a world of feartheres so much that we sharethat its time we're awareits a small world after allCHORUS:its a small world after allits a small world after allits a small world after allits a small, small worldThere is just one moon and one golden sunAnd a smile means friendship to everyone.Though the mountains divideAnd the oceans are wideIt's a small small world(Doing my cultural assignment about Paris Disneyland)

A Laundry Lament

(Sung to the tune of BJ Thomas' "Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head")Raindrops keep falling on my clothesThey were about to dry but now they’re all just soaking wetNothing seems to dryRaindrops keep falling on my clothesThey keep fallingSo I just wait for the sun, a day that’s fineBut every time it comes I’m in my studio drawing linesAsiah’s too farRaindrops keep fallin on my clothesThey keep fallingThere’s just one thing I knowThe dryer in Amina, costs two ringgitsIt won’t be long till bankruptcy comes up to meet meRaindrops keep falling on my cl ...

WTH???

Imagine this. You’re showering and glance up at the high windows in the shower cubicle and see a head poking through, watching you. Well, that’s what happened to a resident of the ground floor of Block E in Asiah. The girl screamed her lungs out and the ******* scampered away, escaped, and is still at loose. When they checked outside the window, a crate was placed there for him to climb on. This happened during the day, this morning. So to all female residents of all mahallahs, please beware and take caution when showering, and even in your rooms ...

Wake Up Call

Sometimes, the only thing that will wake you up from a sleepy building services class is a phone call telling you that your hostel is on fire because it got struck by lightning. Which is exactly what happened to me today. But for some reason I found it funny. Worried, of course, because I was told to go and save my belongings, but funny because I was thinking, I don’t really have anything valuable in my room, and I couldn't really believe that my hostel would be in flames, as it was raining cats and dogs at the time. But anyways I rushed out of m ...

Brimful of Rants.

Something is seriously wrong with me. I mean, who in the world falls asleep while they are writing their midterms? It happened to me twice this week already. I fall asleep in each and every class, in midterms, in cars, sitting, standing, reading, writing, drawing. Everywhere and all the time. This semester is definitely, definitely doomed. I have no idea what has been covered in class. My studio is going nowhere real slow. Working drawing is consuming every minute of my precious time. Culture report, where in the world am I going to find time to ...

An oblivion of choice

Today most of my batch plus a few others went on a walkabout trip of Kuala Lumpur. The purpose was…well, I’m not entirely sure. But by the end of it, we were supposed to have produced 24 quality sketches which formed a quarter of our midterm total. Yes, a quarter, of 20% which makes those 24 quality sketches worth only 5%. Sketching is not my forte especially when I’m not really in the mood and if the building is too complicated like Masjid Jame’. All I ended up doing was ruining the beautiful architecture by my extremely flawed sketches, all lop ...

Me, Myself and I

In English, addressing yourself is as easy as saying "I". In Malay, though, how are you to choose between all the different pronouns? There's aku, saya, kita, being the common ones. but everyone has their own preference, and some people take offence or look at you weird when you use the "wrong" one. My grandma told me "kita" is actually royal talk, like the king or something. But thats the one I use at home if I'm speaking Malay. And "aku" is deemed very crude to some, completely normal to others, I use this when speaking with a certain group of ...

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there's so much workI think i'm starting to panic, which is not good.I've had truckloads of work before, but then I've always had the resources to be able to complete each task up o my standards. Now its just scary how those standards are dropping. Panic.

You Mayn’t know this…

Today in the Kaed Musolla Zalikha told me that a lot of people say I'm unnaturally, weirdly quiet. To which, she replied "Biarlah...!" (thanks Za)I know I'm quiet. Unnaturally? Maybe sometimes. Ok, maybe more than sometimes. But thats just one part of a million-faceted MH.First, there are language barriers. I'm not naturally conversant, even less so when I speak Malay. Very the kekok. The number of times my name would have been up on the 'bolog' would be embarrassing. Thankfully I don't speak that much, no one notices, or even if they do, they do ...