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

he 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.‘

204.

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.

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?

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.

it happens, i guess.

never saw him like that.
for those whom are wondering,
he is fine.

its called aradhana.

nice show. talented dancers.
it was shot some time back.

calculations.

fcuk.fcuk.fcuk.
i kept repeating it.
add maths was filled with bull.
god.

crazy random

Remember, remember,
the 5th of November

i'm so nutsssss.
wait it ryhmes.

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.

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 -

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

while falling in ..

She asked if he was mad.
He said yes, mad about you.

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.