i cant even recall the last time i blogged.
but reading it seemed like a was doomed over spm, but now.
yes, it's done. and so am i.so over it. though i still getting used to the fact that i dont have to stay up studying all night. some part of me that is so used to it misses the moments.
i hope the bEst was what given by everyone.
moving on, went out yesterday. and sara asked me something.
"so, what are you looking for in a guy?"
i said, idk! she replied, "that's why u're so single."
whatever. haha.
i have the whole disgarcefully dirty room of mine ahead of me to clean.
no more excuse. so i better start.
and lots of shopping to do for the holiday season.
so the end of exams seems like a good start for me.
and yeah, job! havent called my potential employee (uncle) yet.
so let's see about that in posts to come.
it's bad.worse than expected.
it's not the best time of year that i'm going through now.
with trials coming to an end. i felt slightly releaved.
thought i gave my best shoot. tried to but outcome seems to be not as rewarding.
probaly to work hard has a deeper way. a way that i have to start working on.
scary
scary
scary
very much.
at this point, all lot has been on my head.
and the time left isnt something i would be smiling about.
with trials coming to an end. i felt slightly releaved.
thought i gave my best shoot. tried to but outcome seems to be not as rewarding.
probaly to work hard has a deeper way. a way that i have to start working on.
scary
scary
scary
very much.
at this point, all lot has been on my head.
and the time left isnt something i would be smiling about.
typical.
i met him last 2 years back.
never spoke, never said hi!
but we always caught looking at each other.
had a dream, last night.
and found him on fb today.
q: should i add him or just ignore the whole thought of doing so.
never spoke, never said hi!
but we always caught looking at each other.
had a dream, last night.
and found him on fb today.
q: should i add him or just ignore the whole thought of doing so.
worth watching. ♥
We can clearly understand why Kamalhaasan wanted to remake Wednesday in Tamil. Unnaipol Oruvan deals the angry of an ordinary man on terrorist who are all treated as guests even after they killed so many innocents by bomb blasting and by various unwanted elements. Kamalhaasan has not spent time for putting his character name and for searching his opposite star cast. He clearly made the screenplay as we concentrate the core of the film. We are not able to find that Kamalhaasan is an ordinary man and has planned to kill few terrorists by his brilliancy till the climax. We can enjoy the perfection in each and every frame of the film UPO. After starting his day very casually IG Maarar Mohanlal never sit once he came to know his city under threat.Ordinary man who will watch this film can share the tension of the Top Police officials and other Top responsible officials who are involving to protect our people in such situations. As our regular office timing the film starts in the morning and ends by 6 in the evening. UPO has been portrayed very brilliantly. We can enjoy Mohanlal in the evening sunlight with light yellow shades on his face while he is walking on the veranda. Ganesh Ram has done a commando role and he superbly execute his body language. Right from Lakshmi to IIT drop out computer engr, everybody in UPO has done their job excellently. We cannot leave Shruthihaasan's music. The background music was amazingly composed and gave another face to UPO. Such perfect movie is possible only by Kamalhaasan.
one of the cast, hot.hot.hot. ♥
one of the cast, hot.hot.hot. ♥
he said,she said.
H : You cold?
P : Yea.
H : I hug you?
P : Mmm warm.
H : You so un-warm.
P : Exactly why I have you.
H : You're USING ME?!
P : Shamelessly.
H : PAY TAX NOW!!
lol <3
P : Yea.
H : I hug you?
P : Mmm warm.
H : You so un-warm.
P : Exactly why I have you.
H : You're USING ME?!
P : Shamelessly.
H : PAY TAX NOW!!
lol <3
energy.
Even with an extremely limited knowledge about music and its forms, I would still argue that a definition of folk music must be something approximating a spontaneous harmony of related noises which would be completely jarring by themselves. I like that, because it is broad enough to include any set of noises that makes sense (even if only to a few people) and by forewarning the listener to the possibility of discordant notes, forces her to appreciate harmony when it occurs. Most of all, it is the invitation it holds out to anyone who is willing to join in, which brings out the true folksiness. No compositions, not too much of practice, no set-pieces, the rythyms unfold in some swarm-intelligence-like fashion, each performer taking his cue from the next, twisting and turning, volume and tempo changing with the mood of the performers, or more likely the enthusiasm of the audience.
Paraiyattam is one of the oldest form of music/dance out of Tamil Nadu; spontanity is a given; the original instrument, the parai was very basic; a bit of cowhide stretched over a circular wooden frame. Supposedly, only neem wood is to be used in its making and the frame shouldn't have more than three pieces. Two wooden sticks, one short and thick, the other - preferably of bamboo - long and thin are used to beat on the parai, which is normally hung over the shoulder. It may have originated as a noise-making mechanism used by village night-watchmen to scare wild animals away from fields; but over the centuries the instrument has evolved even while the music remains pretty much the same.
as seen from this picture of a paraiyattam street performance
Paraiyattam is one of the oldest form of music/dance out of Tamil Nadu; spontanity is a given; the original instrument, the parai was very basic; a bit of cowhide stretched over a circular wooden frame. Supposedly, only neem wood is to be used in its making and the frame shouldn't have more than three pieces. Two wooden sticks, one short and thick, the other - preferably of bamboo - long and thin are used to beat on the parai, which is normally hung over the shoulder. It may have originated as a noise-making mechanism used by village night-watchmen to scare wild animals away from fields; but over the centuries the instrument has evolved even while the music remains pretty much the same.
as seen from this picture of a paraiyattam street performance
aamir it is.
well,yeah look who's blog i've found! aamir khan it is.my fav of all the 'khans'.
is an Indian film actor, director and producer.
well the best thing (Though nominated many times, Aamir does not attend any Indian film award ceremony as he feels "Indian film awards lack credibility") deserves admiring him.
he said, "For me, the process is more important, more joyful. I would like to have my entire concentration on the process right from the first step."
http://www.aamirkhan.com/blog/
better.
so who's to worry if our hearts get torn
when that hurt gets thrown
don't you know this life goes on
and won't you kiss me on that midnight street
sweep me off my feet,
singing ain't this life so sweet
this years love had better last
this years love had better last
like we always do :)
when that hurt gets thrown
don't you know this life goes on
and won't you kiss me on that midnight street
sweep me off my feet,
singing ain't this life so sweet
this years love had better last
this years love had better last
like we always do :)
letter.
Yes, I know about Ebola outbreaks in Congo, wars that are still tearing Darfur, and the possibility of the world’s economy blowing, but I think everyone deserves a guiltless session of fine whining every now and then.
And so, as I reclined in my bed pouting myself silly and drowning in wild murmurs of being the unluckiest man on earth, my mom waltzes in with a queer look of sorts. In her hand, she held a white envelope. Grinning away as only a mother can she hands it to me and says “it’s from him~”.Yay.
Don’t you love it when life throws you a surprise?
God, in His impeccable timing decided to drop the letter in today and walla, I’m all better.Thanks dear :)
and i do wonder at times whether is it really him?
And so, as I reclined in my bed pouting myself silly and drowning in wild murmurs of being the unluckiest man on earth, my mom waltzes in with a queer look of sorts. In her hand, she held a white envelope. Grinning away as only a mother can she hands it to me and says “it’s from him~”.Yay.
Don’t you love it when life throws you a surprise?
God, in His impeccable timing decided to drop the letter in today and walla, I’m all better.Thanks dear :)
and i do wonder at times whether is it really him?
....
hi. just returned home from brunch (breakfast + lunch) at my mum's fren's raya house. food was awsome. all the ketupats and kuah kari.gosh u just cant stop eating.haha. well, besides that i just realised that there no much time left. for everything. ohyea, i watched the hills.the entire season 3.so much drama.and i love justin booby.he's cute and scary in a way.but yeah.he's naughty.and the fashion world is so chaotic.
ahhh..
it's been long since i blogged for real.like about my days.
till again,
pave.
ahhh..
it's been long since i blogged for real.like about my days.
till again,
pave.
he once said
The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
Mahatma Gandhi
Indian political and spiritual leader (1869 - 1948)
Mahatma Gandhi
ever after
“And they lived happily ever after.” Nice to hear. It signifies that all is right at the end, that the rest of their lives are destined to be full and contented.
But what happens after that?
But what happens after that?
happy, she is!
kachuuuu !!!!!!!!!!
that nickname is copy right reserved.
well, she is off to klcc in a bit.
while i sit here in fron of my dell
with efiing lots of cleaning up to do.
booo u, kachu.
that nickname is copy right reserved.
well, she is off to klcc in a bit.
while i sit here in fron of my dell
with efiing lots of cleaning up to do.
booo u, kachu.
treasures.
Kita mencari hanya yang tulen dan jati
sekadar hidup mengerti dan berbudi
dan bumi akan subur,
makmur dan mewah
jika kita bekerja dan berikrar hidup bersama
a samad said
sekadar hidup mengerti dan berbudi
dan bumi akan subur,
makmur dan mewah
jika kita bekerja dan berikrar hidup bersama
a samad saidhe asked.
A friend posed a seemingly simple question, which I failed to answer confidently (or actually totally failed to answer), and it got me thinking for a long time (it’s been a week plus).
What are you passionate about?
Now, take a minute to think about it.
Do you have an answer to it?
But first and foremost, what is the definition of passion?
pas⋅sion /ˈpæʃən/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [pash-uhn] –noun
But then again, how into something must you be, before you can declare proudly that you’re passionate about it? Must there be a certain amount of money, time, blood, sweat and tears spent on it, before you can consider it a passion of yours?
I’ve always prided myself to be somewhat of laid back, moderate kind of guy. My motto has always been ‘Try everything once, and then do it again if I like it.‘
What are you passionate about?
Now, take a minute to think about it.
Do you have an answer to it?
But first and foremost, what is the definition of passion?
pas⋅sion /ˈpæʃən/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [pash-uhn] –noun
But then again, how into something must you be, before you can declare proudly that you’re passionate about it? Must there be a certain amount of money, time, blood, sweat and tears spent on it, before you can consider it a passion of yours?
I’ve always prided myself to be somewhat of laid back, moderate kind of guy. My motto has always been ‘Try everything once, and then do it again if I like it.‘
while he sleeps.
She watches him as he dozes off. She hears his breathing in and out. She sees his chest rising up and down in a steady rhythm. She looks at his face. A wave of tenderness washes over her. And she silently wishes that no misfortune would befall him, and that he would be happy always.
when i looked his way.
I took the chance to look at his attire. Mr A is dressed in a pink striped tee and a Dockers khaki bermudas. He is wearing a pair of smudged white Crocs.
writing.
I wish I have a tool that I could use to transcribe my thoughts onto paper, digital or otherwise, whenever I have a verbiage of thoughts.I've had many things going through my head recently, and sometimes, I would be writing them out in my mind.
But when it comes to writing them out, the energy would have ebbed, the thoughts hazy, and the flow broken and ultimately gone.
But when it comes to writing them out, the energy would have ebbed, the thoughts hazy, and the flow broken and ultimately gone.
empt_.
What do you say when someone important to you tells you,"My chest is empty."
When those words came to me, my heart caved in a little. Is it coming to an end? However much I prepare myself for it, it is never enough.
How do you juggle between self-preservation and wanting to care for someone?
questions.
I am reading a science fiction novel that I am increasingly growing interested in.
In a scene, the AI and the protagonist were talking about meaning. That there are 2 kinds of people in the world. One who seeks meaning out of the structures around them. And the other who creates meaning. The one who seeks instead of create would eventually frustrate themselves when the structures no longer provide meaning. The one who creates meaning, I guess, is self-sustaining.
It made me question: am I a seeker or a creator?
In a scene, the AI and the protagonist were talking about meaning. That there are 2 kinds of people in the world. One who seeks meaning out of the structures around them. And the other who creates meaning. The one who seeks instead of create would eventually frustrate themselves when the structures no longer provide meaning. The one who creates meaning, I guess, is self-sustaining.
It made me question: am I a seeker or a creator?
lost touch.
I have not written in a long while. When I re-read what I had written months ago, it made me cringe. It also made me regret that I had chosen to write in my name. But for whatever cringe-worthy emotions and thoughts that I had poured forth, I do not think that I would want to erase them. They remind me of what happened, and that is important when memories are temporal things to me these days.
Many things, once slightly out of reach, have become accessible.And the freedom that I have now is so refreshing and liberating.I wish only that I did this earlier.
ps. i officially have 4 more papers to go.
Many things, once slightly out of reach, have become accessible.And the freedom that I have now is so refreshing and liberating.I wish only that I did this earlier.
ps. i officially have 4 more papers to go.
found.
After 2 hours of hair and makeup:
not a bad looking vixen.
In depressing British movie:
snapshots of my own every day.
while searching for coffee:
quaint cafe of solitude.
In long-distance calls:
new levels of guilt, resentment and melancholy.
Blogpost that resonates:I think I'm trying to fail my exams.
not a bad looking vixen.
In depressing British movie:
snapshots of my own every day.
while searching for coffee:
quaint cafe of solitude.
In long-distance calls:
new levels of guilt, resentment and melancholy.
Blogpost that resonates:I think I'm trying to fail my exams.
thoughts and new templetes.
Happy the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying, once and for all.
- Ovid -
- Ovid -
bird
A Bird came down the Walk
He did not know I saw
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
A Bird came down the Walk
He did not know I saw
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
A Bird came down the Walk
triallss!!
Here we go again. 3.5 hours of reading and mostly writing. This better be the last time. Must not let curved balls send me off tangent again.
Do it Resurrected style - calm, chill, collected, concise and confidently winging it =D
in tuition, while talking with laine and dharr. laine said something that i just had to share.
our children are colour blind, why not just keep them that way -yasmin ahmad-
brilliant.
parachute
Inflexible thoughts,
obstinate,
resistant,
fall heavy to earth,
untapped resources.
Receptive minds soar with responsive wisdom,
unrestricted parachutes,
successful approach.
Written based on the quote:Minds are like parachutes - they only function when open.- Thomas Dewar
obstinate,
resistant,
fall heavy to earth,
untapped resources.
Receptive minds soar with responsive wisdom,
unrestricted parachutes,
successful approach.
Written based on the quote:Minds are like parachutes - they only function when open.- Thomas Dewar
a kiss.
Oh my, it’s been a while since I came in here.Yes, it’s rather abandoned, and like most other blogs out there that die quite suddenly, I thought this might too. For a long time I had nothing interesting to confess or blog about (yes, confessions are sometimes made on this little space I call my blog, but in a vague manner).So I left it alone. Not that it mattered of course since I had other problems of my own outside cyberspace, but yes, things are more or less a dependably stable now.
Eyelashes brush your cheeks
As you look down at your feet
I smile and lightly lift your chin
Sun rising above the mountains
Colours blast in the morning sky
Your lips sofly graze my neck
And sweetly whisper in my ear
This moment is just like magic
(wrote this after a long break)
Eyelashes brush your cheeks
As you look down at your feet
I smile and lightly lift your chin
Sun rising above the mountains
Colours blast in the morning sky
Your lips sofly graze my neck
And sweetly whisper in my ear
This moment is just like magic
(wrote this after a long break)
why am i so obsessed with..
iphones?i want one toooo.
seems like evryone has it, and no!!!, i'm not waiting for my birthday o whatsoever.
:(
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