A sliver of my heart came back to me...

The cold breeze blew right at me as I was walking on the pavement of the train station, messing up my unkempt hazel brown hair. It was excruciatingly painful. I felt as if a thousand if not a million of needle like ice fragments pierced through my chest. I pulled up the zipper of my red and black checkered Converse jacket to warm myself. I brought my palms up to my face and blew hard at them before rubbing them at my cheeks. I was exhausted; I had just attended the most woefully beautiful wedding reception. Yours, that is. It’s ironic, how I was the first one to receive an invitation. At first, I tried convincing myself that it was some kind of sick joke that you were merely trying to pull my leg. However, no matter what I did or said to pacify myself, the truth remained the same. You were getting married and I’m not the groom-to-be.

To be honest, I was in two minds, fidgeting whether or not I should show up at your wedding. Part of me felt somewhat obliged to show my pathetic face to you. Simply because it was only natural for the ‘best friend’ to be there to cheer you on as your daddy handed you in the hands of the man who’s going to share his last name with you. On the other hand, as the guy who thought he was your lover whom in reality was a victim of unrequited love, I might actually clench my fist real hard and punch your “hubby’s” face with utmost pressure the moment he uttered the word ‘I do’. In the end, I came to a conclusion. I would come, drop my gift and disappear.

Here, I am now pulling off my Houdini like act. I had already bought a train ticket to get out of this place. Where to? That remains a mystery. I was running away….from you, from reality and hopefully from this pain. All I wanted to do now was to get onto the train into my reserved compartment and get a good forty winks. Upon reaching my $299 ‘box’, I stuffed my Nike backpack into the allocated space. Before, I sat down; I reached for my IPod in my jeans pocket, popped the earphones in my ears and hit the next button till it reached ‘August Serenade’. Somehow, I had a yearning to listen to it, probably because it me in my current situation. The song was about what would happen if you were gone….but you really were. I reduced the volume and closed my eyes, trying to get some sleep.

Just as I was about to drift into my not so illusory dreams, the loud slamming of the compartment door woke me up. Even so, I pretended to be fast asleep. I was reluctant to engage in any sort of ice-breaking conversations. Despite my futile attempt to stay quiet, I yelped out in pain as someone stepped on my right foot. I was purple with rage now. I jumped to my feet and reached for the culprits’ collar. However, instead of giving brat a piece of my mind with some verbal lashing, I released my forceful clutch.

It was you, in blue jeans and a white tank top. You were panting heavily, shivering and your hair was all messed up. “What are you doing here?!” I asked confused. You just gave me a smile and sunk your face in my chest.

32/35 directed writing ^^

A very good morning, I bid to Mr. Abdul Aziz our English teacher, my fellow friends and classmates. Here I am again, to present a talk on a topic that's so very common amongst us. You see, our dear English sir has given me the honour to enlighten you on how our Malaysian government hopes to encourage students to have a healthy lifestyle. I do hope that after my speech, you, my fellow friends do gain something beneficial and change for the better.

The effects of not practicing a healthy lifestyle are explicit. We technically become the 'home' for all sorts of diseases, from diabetes and obesity to heart attacks and high blood pressure. The saying 'you are what you eat' is very true. We students, spends half of our time at school. Some of us even rush to school with our bed hair without a bite to eat at home. Hence, we tend to 'compensate' the hunger with a larger portion of late breakfast at school. However, is that meal good for us? If is not, why so? Food quality perhaps?

Young sirs and madams,

Our magnificent government has taken notice of such scenarios as I've mentioned. They hope for the people's best, our best. The food sold at the school canteens are without a shred of doubt delicious. But, everything comes with a price. French fries, 'roti canai', burgers, fizzy drinks and other fast foods aren't healthy at the least. Yet we love them, there's no stopping us from getting what we want, right? Hence, the government has announced a few simple yet affective mechanisms to put a halt to the selling of these unhealthy delicacies. For instance, unhealthy food should not be allowed to be sold in school canteens and unhealthy drinks will be banned in school canteens. In line with that, even hawkers are not allowed to sell junk food and tidbits outside the school grounds. What do we eat then, baked beans? Be patient.

Now, with all the food with high contents of cholesterol and sugar gone, part of our problem is solved. It's a sad fact that schools these days are focusing on one thing only. Educational excellence. That isn't right. The government hopes for schools to organize programmes on exercise. Students should be encouraged to participate in active co-curriculum and aggressive sports. 'A healthy body homes a healthy mind'. Students should also be taught on healthy eating habits. It doesn't stop there. The school should work hand in hand with the Parents Teachers Association and work out a healthy diet menu for the students. Instead of selling 'nasi lemak', provide plain rice, steamed fish and vegetables. Take out Coca-cola, substitute them with low-fat yogurts. 'Roti canai' to the dust bin and welcome the Cheerios! It's a misconception that healthy food aren't a treat for your taste buds.

Boys and girls,

Did you know that the government is actually purple with rage at our parents? It's a known fact that contemporary parents are living a dog's life in this materialistic world. They can't even spend a modicum of their time with us. The government, ushers parents to monitor their children's weight. Make sure, they are at the pink of health. Take us to annual health check-ups and bi-annual visits to the dentist. 'Prevention is better than cure'.

That's all the hopes and wishes of our government to encourage us in leading a good lifestyle. But, I'm not finished. I want to blame someone. Myself. Come on guys, if we don't look after ourselves, who will? We are all young adults, we should read more. Magazines such as the 'Reader's Digest' and 'Biolife' constantly highlight issues on leading a healthy lifestyle. We're so absorbed into the internet. Why not one day, while you're updating your 'facebook' status, open up another tab and browse the web on a list of exercises maybe? Nothing is impossible! If you have the willpower you can do anything!

Before I step down, I wish for all of you to lead a healthy lifestyle. Do it right! Start now! On behalf of our government I bid 1 Malaysia: People First, Achievements Prioritized!

my dear whisperer....

I felt a sudden chill rush upwards from my toes. As I slowly opened my eyes a bright surge of white light shone into my eyes. My eyes felt a faint burning sensation. Quickly, I closed my already squinted eyes and pulled my thick comforter up over my head covering my face. I refused to get up and repeat my dog's life like mundane lifestyle. As I was settling back into my illusory dreams, someone yanked my soft comforter away from the end where it covered my legs. I could guess it was you who was culpable of it.

The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee made it's way from the kitchen to our bedroom. Stimulating my olfactory nerves. I was somehow enchanted by it. Then, the right side of my bed slowly sunk in as you sat next to me bearing the scent of Shokubutsu shampoo. You held me by my neck gently, as if if you'd apply even a modicum more of pressure my neck would've snapped. As you moved closer and kissed my forehead, I ran my fingers through your wet hair entangling them at your curls. I opened my eyes, wanting to see you. You gave out a bright smile. So very alluring....I arched forward towards your lips. You had other plans, no? You foiled my futile attempt to steal a kiss and whispered something in my ear.

Arising a hint of frustration. I was curious. I held your wrist and stared into your blue eyes. Confused. Lost. Somewhat like a child who had lost his mother. You got up, messed up my coal black bed hair and gave me another smile. This time filled with mischievousness before leaving the room. I pushed myself up and sat at the edge of my bed, wondering what you might have said to me. I felt like an ignoramus fool. I laughed at myself. You could have even screamed at me and I wouldn't be able to tell. I'm hopelessly pathetic. I lost my hearing on account of an accident a couple of years ago.

I was devastated then, it felt as if the entire world was out of balance. I was afraid that I would drown due to my helplessness. To be exact, I was at the brink of insanity. It was then, when you conceived this 'thing' between us. Every morning you'd whisper something to me for me and I had to figure it out. I have to confess, at times you made me feel as if I could really hear. The first words you whispered to me are embedded into my memories. Even now tears well up at the corner of my eyes reminiscing about that day. Those were the words that crushed my self-centered egoistic pride. It dawned upon me then, I wasn't alone..... I had you

what's right and what's not?

Was fucking bored over the holidays, don't know what to blog about....this is just some random crap. Feel free to comment though =)

Is it normal for a person to kill another or for a man to rape a woman? Maybe. Situation and condition being the culpable factors. But, what about those maniacs who are serial killers and rapists. Monsters whom commit their egregious 'hobbies'? The answer is explicit. No. Now where does the burden of blame lie then? It's genetics, these people were born as monsters hence are they way they are. So it's only normal for society to have a strong sense of resentment towards this species of beings.

What about people with abnormal sexualities then? These individuals haven't done much atrocities...compared to psychopaths. However, they ain't normal and again genetics are the main causal agent. Whether it's right or wrong is a different question, is it of societies norm? No. Hence, without a shred of doubt there will be eyes that look down upon them, fingers pointed at them as if there's a target behind their back and whispers conceive about and around them.

"Humans are afraid of something which is different" is a quote from some movie. It's true. People are fragile. I was once an ignorant and fragile person whom was afraid of these abnormalities. My fear evolved into hate. As I grew older, I began realizing that these people didn't choose to become what they are. They were born that way. I would say they're 'crippled' hormone wise. Make no mistake, they aren't sick. They can't prescribe medication. Hence, are irremediable.

I often times witness first-hand people beleaguer the people of these kinds. It's burdens me to think that these innocent people are victims, chained down to verbal, mental and sometimes even physical abuse. A faint sense of guilt due to my helplessness often time arises. I'm no hero. I don't possess the bravery to do so either. All I can do is watch from afar, whispering to myself...,"I know what it feels like".

Can't you see what I can?

Some people are just ignorant. Maybe, I'm the one who's too observant. I have an outlandish hobby. Observing. I like looking at things, sceneries, people and other stuff. I'm not trying to be judgmental or anything. I just like thinking about other things in a new or different perspective. Often times I spot things which are very beautiful and I'm generous enough to point it out to my friends. But it surprises me that they don't see things the way I do. For instance, the blush-like shade the sky gives off at the crack of dawn, the glowing crescent accompanied by a thousand if not a million stars and the glowing sun. Well, i guess beauty really is in the eye if the beholder.

While I'm at it, many people has asked why my name on fb is Kiiro Taiyou. Well, I love the sun and the color yellow. Kiiro means yellow and Taiyou means sun in Japanese. so there you go =)

My innocent tongue...

Thursdays and Fridays are officially my revered day. Simply because I get to see you. Yet again last Friday, I managed to conceive and string in another bead with you imprinted onto it in my chain of memories.

I'm simply turn into a six year old when your around. Thinking like one. Acting like one...gosh. Well as usual after CAE, I rushed out to line up in front of room no. 4, right behind the counter. JACKPOT!! You were there in your red t-shirt and beige shorts. The best part was no one was at the back of you. My legs were so fast to you, I pulled on a cool face. I smiled ear to ear. I saw my goofy classmate at the far front, so close to the door almost kissing it. I called out to him on purpose and engaged a conversation. Then, his girlfriend joined us. I cracked a joke with them for you, indirectly though. You understood. I presume. You smiled over the edge. I kept fidgeting, while doing so, spotted an old friend that happen to attend the similar secondary school as you. I offered for her to stand in line next to me.

You see, the tuition I go to, at the far left of the counter there are a few tables. There were stacks of books and a whole lot of tidbits. I was standing next to a table with loads of food. There was a small tupperware with some nuts in them. " That's the nuts you liked in the barli soup the other day!" Shien Shin called out to me. Honestly, those nuts were heavenly. I went on saying mischievously ,"oh...should I take one?". Instantly, one of my friends dared for me to take one. I was in two minds, whether to do it or not. I mean, if I got caught, I would me in so much trouble. On the other hand, you were right in front of me, I can't possibly chicken out.

After throwing much tantrum, I mustered the courage to take of the lid and throw one of the nuts into my mouth. I pushed the nut into the space between my teeth at my right jaw and gave it a crush. "WAIT!! IT'S BITTER!!", Shien shin pointed out to me. It was too late, the juice from the seed already spread onto my innocent tongue. God it killed me! It was disgusting. Worse than any medicine I've been prescribed to. My act of bravado to impress you was foiled, instead I amused you.

However, it wasn't a waste. You laughed. That alone was enough to cure me.

unrequited.

I'm starting to realize what a fool I've been. I can't blame anyone for the chimera I seem to be. It's stupid isn't it? A few days ago I felt something different, like I left something behind. I paid no heed though, convinced myself that it was my brain malfunctioning due to exam stress. It only dawned upon me when I was checking the inbox of my broken black N70. There it was, your sole message that I've kept for about a month now. You haven't crossed my mind in a while. I knew it was a momentary 'thing'. Not thinking of you or whining about you. But it wasn't.

You didn't reply, I didn't care. You passed by, I felt nothing. You spoke, I didn't waver. You weren't my kryptonite no more.

I did graduate from you, but went on with someone else......loving you was painful, I don't think I've ever fallen so hard for anyone. I promise to bury these feelings within me. Now on, you're nothing more than just a friend.

Arkitek Kota ^^

The hair follicle on my hands were erect. Probably due to the room which was pretty chilly. It was BM lesson. The second class occupying my Friday evenings. Subsequent, after my Cambridge one. Todays lesson started off with the teacher browsing through a list of idioms and catchy phrases that were ideal to be used in essays. After that, it was the main course. BM literature. Better known as KOMSAS. It was a poem. 'Arkitek Kota'. Before moving on with the rest of the lesson, the teacher took his black marker and wrote 'profession' and the numerics 1 to 5 in a vertical order on the white board. He asked for us to list them. A handful of students kept repeating the obvious answers, which were 'doctor' and 'lawyer'. Then, there was momentary silence before I suggested architect. Trying to sound smart. My voice had a cheeky tone. The teacher looked at me from the corners of his eyes causing some of the students to laugh. then, he averted his gaze back at the white board, jotted my answer and placed the marker at '4' to pen down his next thought. As he was busy searching his 'database' again I kindly offered an answer. This time in a smoky cool voice. 'Porn Star'. Almost the entire class burst in laughter. I even had half of them applause for me. I felt proud for a moment. I was happy. I saw you from the back. You were laughing. Because of me. We don't even know each other. But, I think I love you. Just looking at you helps subside the woeful pain she imposes onto me. If there's anyone who can cause me to drift away from abiding the chimera like feelings I have for her, it's without a shred of doubt, you. For that, I thank you.

i'm a fool, no?

If you looked at me,

i'd give you a nod,

If you smiled at me,

i'd give you a grin,

If you spoke with me,

i'd tell you a lie,

If you lied to me,

i'd tell you the truth,

If you cared for me,

i'd give you the cold shoulder,

If you ignored me,

i'd be giving you my concerns,

If you hated me,

i'd still be in love for you,

if.... just if you fell for me.....without a modicum of doubt,

i'd definitely abandon you

I'm burdened by overwhelming guilt and disappointed.

I'm burdened by overwhelming guilt and disappointed. Just when I thought things were easing up in my life, a chain of bad event proved me otherwise. Where should I start? Parents perhaps.They seem to be ignoring me recently. My dad does it openly, and my mom tries really hard to make it seem less obvious. I'm not really disturbed by it. But when everyone ignores you....even the coldest person at heart feels a piercing sense of pain.

Next, the first ever monthly test. God....I fell ill on the second day of the exam. What's worse, it was Add Math, Physics and Chemistry! I planned to finish it quickly and have a short nap but time had other plans. The time allocated for each paper was about an hour. It was a ngam ngam oi situation....I wasn't able to catch forty winks. Next,

KDU DATUK CQ TEO NATIONAL DEBATE TOURNAMENT. This years team consisted of myself as the whip speaker, Azim as the prime minister and KJSeng as the deputy prime minister. Despite winning 3 out of the 5 preliminary rounds we didn't get sufficient point to break into the top 16 teams. I feel responsible for the last loss. I could've twisted a single term in the topic that would've definitely secured us a win hands down. All I had to do was say THW allow the media to show nudity in the name of SCIENCE, HEALTH and EDUCATION instead of art. This proves my brain needs more exercise.

I just hope for the sun to shine a little on my side. I would really love to bask down under the yellow glow of its warm ray.....

... I love the rain ...

A dream. I really wanted this to be one. You are very beautiful today. In that white satin, you looked somewhat pure. It was elegant, the way you walked down the boulevard of pink cherry blossoms aisle with your coal black hair let loose, having curls at the bottom. Ah...your wearing that necklace I bought you, but why? It's funny how I came to buy it. It called to me, that 14 carat diamond necklace, it would look good on you. That's honestly what I had running through my mind. Seeing it on you now, it's pale in comparison to your angelic smile.

I let out a sigh, as you father handed you in. Patting the back of your palm, covered in a fine piece of white silk. You were so close to me, as I was to the man holding you now. The man who is to share his last name with you. I'm just the 'best' man. It annoyed me, how the both of you were smiling ear to ear trying to hold back that laughter filled with happiness and joy. He's an architect in the Quill Company, Greenland branch. Me? I'm just some lecturer in a torn down university. ''He's very ravishing....", that's the only thing I forced myself to say when you first introduced me to him. The priest was saying all those boring stuff. My eyes were locked onto one single thing. You. But you never caught me staring at you, not once...you never saw me, did you?

"Do you take this man as your husband?", the dude in black dress asked you. I felt like sinking my fist with utmost force into his face at that very instant. "I do!", you said. Upon hearing those words, I felt only one thing. Pain. It was excruciating. It felt like a million, if not a thousand needle like ice fragments piercing through my chest. Cold. I couldn't sense a modicum of warmth in me. The crowd cheered as the both of were in each others arm, exchanging soft kisses. There she goes... I lost you for good. At that moment, the only thing I felt was lust infused with greed. I realized I wouldn't be the one lending you a hand taking that white wedding gown off that night. It wouldn't be me who is going to unbutton your dress from the back, brushing my hands down under that white piece of satin of yours onto the back of your soft and snow white like bare skin. I felt a faint sense of shame at the thought that went in my mind then. I craved a devilish smile.

The crowd cleared out, people into the hall to get a piece of the wedding cake I guess, but not me. I was too busy watching over as you walked away with your husband wrapping his arms around your small waist. My sight was getting blurrier by the second. You're so very beautiful. It was a sin to love you. The fingers on my right hand automatically places it self over my eyes onto my forehead covering the pearl like tears that kept flowing down.".....but I loved you"

Who's the best person to get drenched in the rain with?

5.30...I woke up to 'Need you- Travis McCoy' as it was my alarm ringtone. I pulled my self up, my upper body in a sitting position with my legs still 'asleep'. I was still drowsy and it was so very tempting to lay back, curled up in my duck feathered comforter. I succumbed. Using my body weight I pushed myself back, with the idea of having my head beat into my fluffy pillow soaked in the scent of my drool. But I guess, I'm destined to be in pain. My head hit the upper frame of my bed. Hard. Pain. Excruciatingly sharp. I wasn't drowsy no more, the back of my crown was pretty numb. I made my way to the kitchen and got some water to be boiled. It's a small favor. That way my mom can make coffee straight away. She makes the best wake-up coffee. The aroma of coffee infused in milk is just so very seducing in a weird way. It makes you wanna just lock your lips onto the tip of that white mug and enjoy every single sip as it makes it way down your throat warming up your chest. Well, after the usual bath, brushing and other preparations before school, I decided to walk to school. Just had the feeling of having a brisk walk along the road where there's the musky smoke from the school bus in the air, the dew drops falling causing you to sneeze and just hoping that car with 'you' passes by.

This whole week is to be wasted on registration for co-curricular stuff, today, THURSDAY was sports. I had a little confusion. I wanted to represent my school's badminton team this year, but there's chess. I can't just walk out, not after being the Vice President. So, I ended up sticking with the nerds.....chess that is. I was pretty surprised that the amount of students who registered were more than a handful. Since when was chess popular? After two periods, studies will continue as usual. My class had Chemistry. PEKA!!! It was pretty stressful. My graph of temperature against the rate of reaction wasn't really perfect. There was nothing I could do....it's the result my group obtained and we can't change as of when we like to. Disappointed, after another experiment we went back to class. It was supervision. However, our class teacher had different plans, she got us our 'BORANG PENDAFTARAN SPM'. Smoothly and swiftly I filled up the blanks and other required details using my blue ball point Faber-Castell pen. It dawned upon me, I'm in form 5. I've got SPM. I'm gonna be 17. It's gonna be 'your' last year. I'm probably not gonna see you ever again...I wanna tell you how I feel about you but I can't. I'm not allowed to I guess. I placed both my arms on my blue desk, wrapping each other, pushing them forward, making my usual 'pillow'. I sunk my face in onto it when the bell rang. It was recess. I was famished...I grabbed my so-called California Apple and gave it a violent bite. The scent of the apple was as sweet as it tasted. I licked the juice that was dripping out from where I pierced my teeth into earlier. I got up and out to 5 Murni to see a friend.

FYI, there's this very intelligent kid in 5 Murni. She always gets first in class and in the form. I always looked up to her and thought if we were ever friend we would be talking about biology or something. Ironically, it wasn't academic stuff that got us into conversations but korean pop stars! TVXQ, JYJ and other guys who wore make up....XD. Today, was a PEKA filled day. After lazing around an extra period after recess I remembered that I was supposed to be down in the Bio Lab for an experiment. Luckily, the teacher didn't notice my late entry. Yet again, my marks weren't full. I forgot to write about the technique and lost a point. Haiz...The whole class forgot about the A4 paper for the cross-section and longitudinal-section diagrams. Everyone had to go around begging for some....my fate was similar. Finally, when everyone had it, the bell rang. Period ends, it's Add Math next. Oh GOD!!!! We were asked to hand in out PEKA before going back home, god it was a pain in the ass.

When I hoped for things to get a little bit better, it just gets worse. Homework and paperwork keeps piling up, to the already stacked up homeworks. I got really mad and decided to sleep off the last lesson. It was sejarah, nothing important....just the same old notes and stuff. For 35 minutes, I enjoyed my sleep peacefully without any interference. Then, it was time to get up and go home. It was raining. I love the rain. Always have, always will. This year my neighbor and I have been walking back home together, and we did the same this afternoon. It was really funny. I told her that I liked today rain because it smells clean. I liked it because it drops of water fell on my skin with the right amount of pressure. It wasn't irritatingly sharp or painfully heavy. It was perfect. She laughed, that's about the only thing I've ever seen her do. Then, I said,"Did you know? In Japan if it was raining, and you shared an umbrella with a guy, it will be perceived that you're in a relationship with that guy". "oh....", that's what she said. But she was a little surprised. Then I asked her do you know who's the best person to get drenched in the rain with? She just shook no. I took a deep breath and said ,'It's the person you're in love with' in a low clear and sad voice.

I would really wish to walk with you in the rain....

Electrochemical Series

This conversation takes place in a certain place between two people (lovers), a girl and a boy;

Boy: What's wrong? I don't get it....why are you breaking up with me?

Girl: What can I say, there's just no chemistry bet...

Boy: What's with there's no chemistry, physics or add math ?! We're in a relationship! Not some pop quiz!!

Girl: Fine. I'll be honest, I'm seeing someone else.

Boy: o_O...Who? How? Why?

Girl: It's boy 2. He's just everything I wanted you to be...Sorry;p

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Have you been in a relationship where you were cheated on or replaced by someone else? It does hurt doesn't it when the person you love leaves you for someone else, and when you demand for a reason all they can say is, 'There's just no chemistry'. It really pisses you off no?

Little did you know, it actually is chemistry! Some of you reading this, can understand the electrochemical series above, some of you don't. So for those of you who are still scratching your head, here's a quick chemistry lesson. On the left hand side are the positive ions, which are metals. There stronger metals are at the bottom getting weaker as the go higher.On the right hand side are the negative ions. NOW, here's the important part. There's something called,'metal displacement', where stronger metals replace the weaker ones. Now, let me give you a compound, NaCl also known as sodium chloride which is salt. Refer to the table to identify Na+ position. When NaCl is placed in a solution, CuSo4, copper (ii) sulphate solution. Refer to the table to identify Cu2+ position. Since, Cu2+ ion is lower than Na+ ion, copper (ii) ion is stronger than Sodium ion and is able to displace it forming CuCl2.

What's this got to do with relationships? Well, if you're being cheated on, it simply means the third person is 'stronger' than you, hence, replaces you! Well, this is just for fun, nothing serious.^^

Only 24/30 for rumusan...so sad

http//zero.facebook.com. Inilah laman web yang sering dikunjungi remaja kontemporari. Mereka akan meluangkan masa yang panjang untuk mengemaskini status mereka, 'poke' rakan-rakan mereka dan sebagainya. Kesannya, mereka kurang melibatkan diri dalam perkara-perkara yang bermanfaat dan akhirnya menjadi sampah masyarakat. Remaja merupakan aset sesebuah negara. Terdapat beberapa ciri remaja yang cemerlang.

Membaca jambatan ilmu. Remaja yang cemerlang sudah pasti menghargai ilmu pengetahuan. Ini kerana, dia sedar akan manfaat yang dapat diperoleh daripada menelaah buku-buku ilmiah. Membaca merupakan prasyarat bagi remaja cemerlang. Sedangkan rata-rata anak muda membazirkan wang ibu bapa mereka melakukan perkara-perkara laknat, seorang reamaj cemerlang akan bijak menggunakannya untuk membeli buku-buku ilmiah seperti, "The Outliers","Reader's Digest","Kuntum" dan lain-lain lagi.

'Masa itu emas', merupakan antara falsafah hidup remaja cemerlang. Remaja cemerlang akan mengisi masa lapang dengan melakukan perkara-perkara berfaedah. Misalnya, menyertai kelas seni ukir, menganyam dan kraf tangan. Kemahiran-kemahiran sebegini yang menjadi acuan untuk membentuk seorang remaja yang holistik dan cemerlang.

Selain itu, seorang remaja akan menjadikan rukun negara serta wawasan negara sebagai wawasan diri. Kesopanan dan kesusilaan serta moto 1 Malayisa; Rakyat didahulukan, pencapaian diutamakan akan disanjung tinggi seorang remaja cemerlang. Dia akan mengamalkan budi bahasa, berbakti kepada masyarakat dan sentiasa sedia membantu golongan yang tidak berkemampuan.

'Otak yang cergas terdapat pada badan yang cergas'. Remaja cemerlang akan mengamalkan gaya hidup yang sihat. Contohnya, melibatkan diri dalam sukan yang agresif, mengamalkan tabiat pemakanan yang sihat dan menjauhi aktiviti-aktiviti yang boleh memudaratkan kesihatan seperti merokok, menagih dadah dan mengambil minuman beralkohol.

Kesimpulannya, setiap anak watan haruslah mengambil inisiatif untuk menyemai ciri-ciri remaja cemerlang pada sanubarinya. Ini dapat melahirkan model insan yang sempurna dan sekali gus meningkatkan sosioekonomi negara. Tahap kestabilan politik, kemakmuran ekonomi, kecemerlangan pendidikan. kesejahteraan sosial dan kecanggihan industri Malaysia akan setaraf dengan negara-negara maju seperti Kanada. Perancis, Jerman, Jepun, Amerika Syarikat dan Rusia. Dapatlah kita "Berdiri sama tinggi, duduk sama rendah" dengan mereka.

(I'm suguz student^^)

What should I blog about?

It's a Friday morning. It's raining. It's cold. Really cold. I don't really know what to blog about. I'm sitting in front of my computer, turned my head towards out of the window pane, looking at the Bangladesh dude cycling pass my house, with a heap of plastic bottles tied to the back. I got almost all my results back, 9 out of 10 papers. Overall, it's alright but I'm not satisfied with it. I seriously think I'm academically deteriorating, simply because I'm too busy wasting my precious time thinking about 'some sakai'. Kesian myself.... Starting off with my worst ones, add math. I got a depressing 76%. If only I had pay more attention in class, I would have known to give my answers in 4 significant figure and not 4 decimal place. Haiz haiz....Next, BM i got an A^^, although it was a weak 81% I'm happy. Followed by math and biology, both As' 86%. Physics was cool, I scored 40/40 for my essay section, but got an overall 82%. chemistry was a little disappointing, I only managed to muster out a weak 84%. This end term, I got the highest score for account, hahaha!!!! 88% a little more and it could have been an A+. Moving on, so far I only got 2 A+'s and that for History and Moral. 91% and 90% respectively. According to my neighbor I got 70 something for both my sivik and kesihatan paper. What about english? GOD knows, as usual it's still in pending. Mr. Aziz says it'll be out on Monday, hope I get an A. At the end of this post, I ended up crapping about my results.

Two down eight more to go.....

Today, is the second day of my end term examination.....haiz haiz.....Friday was my Accounts paper an god it was hell. My first question didn't balance and I didn't have much confidence with the remaining questions. That's paper II. Paper one was a serious joke, upon seeing the first question I was relieved, but the next 9 questions...I left it blank. Well back to today's paper, I only knew paper one was karangan 10 minutes before the god damn paper! I freaked out! The questions were not bad but still there's always that slight feeling of anxiety when you're doing your papers. After recess was paper II. By and far the paper was okay I would say. I could do the ringkasan, wrapped it up in only 114 words^^, pemahaman umum wasn't bad....Sadly I couldn't answer all the 'apakah maksud rangkaian kata' questions. I think we were lucky with the set of words given in at the bina ayat section. It was known words and pretty straight forward. The simpulan bahasa part was a joke.... I wrote the similar answer for the first and second question and they're probably wrong~ I'm confident my last answer is right ! BERDIRI SAMA TINGGI, DUDUK SAMA RENDAH!! The novel was shitty....why? I forgot about it....totally....had no time to revise. I just hope I can muster out an A.

I can't even express a modicum of my feelings to you...

On the long, sleepless nights, the feelings I send you whisper "that is love"

continuously shaking speech that moves you to tears changes into a slight fever mingled with a sigh

Give me a smile and shiny days,

by your smile I can withstand the cold of a frozen night,

Whoever you love, your feelings reaches them right?

Don't say I'll be fine, your words are dancing in space

The further apart you go, the more I chase you

The more my heart feels the cruel distance

Even if my love reaches the breaking point, 1/3 of it won't reach

My true feelings are just spinning on air, my heart isn't even saying "I love you"

Music brought sunshine to my life........

The very first instrument I've played is the Tabla. It's an Indian traditional instrument which is kinda like a drum, just that you have to use the palm of your hands instead of wooden sicks. My dad is a total expert in it, but My brothers and I just can seem 'to be one' with the drum like instrument. That was way back when I was a four year old kid. Then when I was nine, there was a rule at my school. All students must purchase a recorder and attend classes held at school. My first piece was 'Mary had a little lamb' a jolly song it was. For three years I was going strong with the recorder and stopped after that. It was as long as I could go, doing something that I didn't enjoy. For a period of time I never played anything, the now, after four years or so I suddenly have that urge to play an instrument. So I began to consider various instruments from the complex piano to a simple guitar and everything in between. Finally, I came to a conclusion, the harmonica. I googled basic info on the wind instrument and was thrilled. Then one day. I asked for a friends opinion, Shien Shin. Low Shien Shin is my classmate. A very jolly person. Fun to be with and she really know to make one smile or laugh out loud till you can cry. She told me to go on and give it a try. She even gave me a harmonica when i told her I wanted to try it out. It was a gorgeous 24 octave.....simply awesome. I'm still trying to get used to it, it's harder that I thought of it to be. I require more stamina, blowing power and drawing power. Thanks ss^^

When it rain it pours.....

When it rain it pours. It's an idiom which literally means, having bad luck in a row. I had a heavy cloud following me around today. It started of this morning. I slept at the wee hours yesterday, it was early morning to be precise, 3.15 a.m. Hence, i woke at 7.10 and was late for school. I had a quick shower, changed within a couple of minutes and chucked the necessary books into my black nike bag. It was 7.25 by then, I decided to have my breakfast as I was worried I would collapse anytime soon. It was the usual Jacob cracker and a cup of milked coffee. I burnt my tongue when I tried to wash down the coffee in a single gulp. It was so hot I could feel my chest become warm in an instant. I reached school at 7.40 and guess who had to be so very generous to welcome my? Mr. Lim Meng 'the main man' in our school. He gave me a piece of his mind, I just apologized and made my way to the chemistry lab where my class was stationed for the day.

School ended just like any other day. I walked back home with the company of my neighbor talking about tuition. Upon reaching home, I was pretty shocked to see the house in a mess. My mom looked at me straight in the eye and said,"go clean upstairs". I knew she was dead serious and didn't want any trouble so i just followed orders. I finished my chore and took a quick bath to wash off the stench of sweat from my body. Now, I was late for my BM tuition. Time was simply against me today. At tuition, Mr. Suguz had a bad sore throat, and I probably distracted his teaching since I was talking to my friend. He exploded, yelled at me and gave me a piece of his mind. I apologized but it was obvious it didn't make a modicum of difference.

Reaching home, I was half dead and god was I hungry! I opened the refrigerator took out two apples and a peach. I violently chowed them down. I almost choked. Later that night, I tried out the harmonica Shien Shin gave me, an awesome instrument!! After every blow and draw, I was out of breath..... I required more stamina. What's worse, I have to get up at 4 tomorrow morning to attend to a prayer ceremony at a temple in Ampang. Just hope there'll be some sunshine tomorrow.....

I wish I was a little more brave....

It's really funny. I'm such a joker, I can't stop laughing at myself. For the past few days, I've been staying up late. I would do my studies till 1 a.m., and then switch on to the internet. That all seems normal, no? Facebook and MSN. I enjoy the benefits and convenience both these social networking sites have to offer. But i realized, these two networks brings a lot of mental stress and emotional distress. I mean last night, I wanted a friend to go online. I kept on checking the 'friends online list' till it was past midnight, but to no avail. While waiting, I did my usual routine, read mangas, update my blog and played a few games of chess while listening to some good music. I'm sure you all know how you're notified when someone signs in at msn, there'll be an icon, right? When my friend signed in, and that icon popped at the bottom left corner of my computer screen, saying "....just signed in" my eyes lit up. I was jubilant. I quickly doubled clicked her name, opening a chat bow and readily set my fingers onto the alphabets on the keyboard. I stopped. I didn't know what to say. All that long hours waiting for her, now that's she's on, I didn't know how to engage a conversation. I lightly slapped my cheek and laughed at my pathetic situation. I just wish I was a little more brave....