When I was dumber, which was not too long ago, I thought inanimate objects were objects that couldn’t talk. Ha. Now that I actually know what inanimate is, seems like I liked its old meaning better. I used to imagine what conversations with random objects in my room would be like
Bed: Can you get off me now, you’re squishing me.
Me: But I bought you to sleep on.
Bed: Exactly, to sleep on, not to live on.
And this prompts me to imagine what one-liners my things would give me if they could.
Clothes: WE DEMAND TO BE WASHED!
TOK Handbook: I am a drool-free zone.
Room: I regret to inform you that I have rejected you as a tenant.
Fridge: If the rooms kicked you out, why don’t you switch addresses to mine?
Car: Really honey, it’s you not me.
Quran: Me and you, we’ve got a lot of work to do.
Mirror: I’ve forgotten how I look like, every time I check, all I see is you.
Specs: No master, don’t sit on me again!
Shorts: Hmph, why are you back? I thought jeans were your number one.
Socks: When we seek divorce you may put us in the wash, that way we won’t see each other ever again.
Hee, makes you appreciate everything more once you start giving them feelings. This habit turns nasty though when its time to part cuz I imagine their cries and moans in their death throes, or imagine them crying out to me, forcing me to reminisce good times with them. Sentimental value much. Then again, since you’re always surrounded by inanimate objects, you’ll never be alone again.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
wife for life.
This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children. Martin Luther King.
To my forever friend Woon Ee Laine: I guess we've been friends way too long and the fact just slides until someone suggested that you and me are too different.
My first reaction is : Nandayo?!
Ok, tad bit wonky here.
No, I don't find it awkward that she and I are tight. Yes, I know she's Chinese. So what if we aren't in the same religion. What happened to 1Malaysia and unity?
None of it really matters folks.
When did we decide that its only okay to mix around with people who share the same racial title or religious label as us?
Isn't it mind stifling to limit yourself to one specified type of people? Does differences form unbridgeable rifts that would damage you?
I'm sure I speak for Ee Laine and myself when we say : Heck no.
I've never minded our differences. Its come up but it was never a bone of contention between us. I've got too many poignant memories with this lady. Of running into her arms and getting photographed hugging when she was top for UPSR in Malaysia. Crying over boys and grades. Long long long phone conversations in which we strategise our domination or just plain moaning :P Playing office girls when we were 8. Getting worked up about BSLs, getting number one and sitting next to each other in class. We had our fights but its like the bonding glue between friends.
You'll always be Lainey Bin and I'll always be your Pignik. And no matter how we grow up, its never stopped us from finding refuge in each others company when the world and people are just moving at too fast a pace. I truly appreciate the years, the innumerable phone calls, the therapy/psychoanalyzing sessions, the kiasuing. Boyfriends and exams may come and go, but lets always stay.
Wife for life.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
banting living
Monday - The drudgery of returning to school after a maddening Raya with the whole shebang. I think my I left my brain somewhere between the kuih raya jars, my soul at Kelantan and my body in bed. Only to return and be confronted with headache inducing TOK questions in which I speak on behalf of M10A when I say,
"Really teacher, we don't know."
Tuesday - Finished up our mural at SK Bukit Tadom was all we did cause the kiddies were having their UPSR exams. Traded public examination horror stories which included break downs, waking up late and incorrect SPM spot questions (tee hee). Oh man, someone somewhere, SAVE MEDSEM and sponsor us ambitious young ones!
Wednesday - RAYA in school! Yes, its a whole month of fasting followed by a whole month of feasting. All I can say is, bye bye Glycemic Index.
What I learnt today:
1.Identify friends who don't like cendol and "borrow" their coupons.
2. Farah Lina gets lucky.
3. Engineering people seem more gifted than Medic kids.
Thursday - Kudos to my Chem test for giving the best wake up call ever. The little builder elves in my brain have started to build up this weeks work pile. Manifesto night madness ensues! Syazwani Dan and Nurfarhana Reza, you have been sorely missed. And all the J kids.
Friday - God works in mysterious ways. Slept early, so luckily by 6.00 am I was showered and ready to go.
'Cause then the bomb dropped : NO WATER IN THE BLOCK!
Complained to F that I couldnt go home for Medi's birthday and that I had a full day cuz tonight was Manifesto Night and SPR would be busy.
But God is the master planner.
12.30 pm - EVERYONE IS ENCOURAGED TO GO BACK DUE TO THE WATER CRISIS!
While the masses cheered, the SPR banged our heads on walls. Yet again, somethings come up to blow away the weeks work. There is a hikmah in this SPR-ians.
Usrah: Where you stand in Gods eyes is where He stands in yours. Reset your priorities. The heart is pure, but like water, the more dirt you put in it, the more murky it becomes.
Saturday- Of hantarans, rings, wedding clothes and playing gooseberry. Followed by dinner in Sahara Tent. For once, the elves in my brain didn't let me lose myself in the joy of being at home. Homework status : 60% done
Sunday - Time and again I've tried to avoid asking this question but it just keeps popping up. Do I have to go back?
Magical thought to get me through the week: KASUKMA holidays!
Counter-magical thought to get me through the week: Econs and Bio test immediately after.
Spoiler.
Next week will be better.
"Really teacher, we don't know."
Tuesday - Finished up our mural at SK Bukit Tadom was all we did cause the kiddies were having their UPSR exams. Traded public examination horror stories which included break downs, waking up late and incorrect SPM spot questions (tee hee). Oh man, someone somewhere, SAVE MEDSEM and sponsor us ambitious young ones!
Wednesday - RAYA in school! Yes, its a whole month of fasting followed by a whole month of feasting. All I can say is, bye bye Glycemic Index.
What I learnt today:
1.Identify friends who don't like cendol and "borrow" their coupons.
2. Farah Lina gets lucky.
3. Engineering people seem more gifted than Medic kids.
Thursday - Kudos to my Chem test for giving the best wake up call ever. The little builder elves in my brain have started to build up this weeks work pile. Manifesto night madness ensues! Syazwani Dan and Nurfarhana Reza, you have been sorely missed. And all the J kids.
Friday - God works in mysterious ways. Slept early, so luckily by 6.00 am I was showered and ready to go.
'Cause then the bomb dropped : NO WATER IN THE BLOCK!
Complained to F that I couldnt go home for Medi's birthday and that I had a full day cuz tonight was Manifesto Night and SPR would be busy.
But God is the master planner.
12.30 pm - EVERYONE IS ENCOURAGED TO GO BACK DUE TO THE WATER CRISIS!
While the masses cheered, the SPR banged our heads on walls. Yet again, somethings come up to blow away the weeks work. There is a hikmah in this SPR-ians.
Usrah: Where you stand in Gods eyes is where He stands in yours. Reset your priorities. The heart is pure, but like water, the more dirt you put in it, the more murky it becomes.
Saturday- Of hantarans, rings, wedding clothes and playing gooseberry. Followed by dinner in Sahara Tent. For once, the elves in my brain didn't let me lose myself in the joy of being at home. Homework status : 60% done
Sunday - Time and again I've tried to avoid asking this question but it just keeps popping up. Do I have to go back?
Magical thought to get me through the week: KASUKMA holidays!
Counter-magical thought to get me through the week: Econs and Bio test immediately after.
Spoiler.
Next week will be better.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
like a cold, its a-catching.
Time to move on to greater heights huh? I feel like I haven’t been giving it my all yet. Resting on my laurels has made turned my bum into weights, loading me down. It really is hard to focus. EXCEL program's up for grabs and my mental compass seems to digress.
I feel like I’m swimming in a pool of trivial things and I only get real spirit and focus when I go up, gasping for air. All I get is little gasps of motivation. Then my head goes back down and I’m drowning in banalities again.
It’s the silly mistakes. Misplaced rulers, broken key chains, words whispered behind hands, one to many awkward moments and I’m put off yet again.
I’ve forgotten a lot. Its a lot lonelier here than PC. No comforting arms to banish the fears and soothe away the aches of PMS.
The words of some wise man is ringing in my ears, surprisingly in Miss Jay Alexanders voice that "Not failure but low aim is a crime".
Shoot for the moon, aim high yada ya. I should make an attempt. It seems like the best decision. Now I'll just wait for the rush of determination and kiasuism to set in which always tells me I did good.
Does the absence of feeling indicate the presence of remorse? Or is that a feeling too?
I feel like I’m swimming in a pool of trivial things and I only get real spirit and focus when I go up, gasping for air. All I get is little gasps of motivation. Then my head goes back down and I’m drowning in banalities again.
It’s the silly mistakes. Misplaced rulers, broken key chains, words whispered behind hands, one to many awkward moments and I’m put off yet again.
I’ve forgotten a lot. Its a lot lonelier here than PC. No comforting arms to banish the fears and soothe away the aches of PMS.
The words of some wise man is ringing in my ears, surprisingly in Miss Jay Alexanders voice that "Not failure but low aim is a crime".
Shoot for the moon, aim high yada ya. I should make an attempt. It seems like the best decision. Now I'll just wait for the rush of determination and kiasuism to set in which always tells me I did good.
Does the absence of feeling indicate the presence of remorse? Or is that a feeling too?
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
healing and i will do my best
Hearts in the hand of another heart and in God’s hand are all hearts
An eye takes care of another eye and from God’s eye nothing hides
Seek only to give and you’ll receive
So, heal and you will be healed
Monday, September 13, 2010
sinners, regretters, hopeless & fretters
Mohamed Al-Husayn- Ya Ilahi
Ya Ilahi the visual.
In the night among the nights,
I don't know what happened to me,
A darkness invaded me,
O Lord.
The Earth and the sky shranks,
And I didn't see the light,
And the tears started to fall,
The tears started to fall,
Oh my Lord.
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi,
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi.
I have sinned and the regret is big,
And I am in sadness and sorry,
I can't bear this regret O Lord,
Does the enemy, O Lord,
Need to be a criminal?
I can't support this bitter regret,
O Lord.
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi,
You are the one who created me,
And gave me mercy,
And you enriched me,
Always my Lord you were with me,
But I neglected you,
And I forgot what you have,
And I followed my road,
Oh my Lord.
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi.
And today O Lord I am demanding,
Protection from the darkeness without frontiers,
The heart is broken,
And the path is hard,
And I the drowned, I only see you,
To rescue me,
No other, no rescuer,
Except you,
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi,
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi.
Ya Ilahi the visual.
In the night among the nights,
I don't know what happened to me,
A darkness invaded me,
O Lord.
The Earth and the sky shranks,
And I didn't see the light,
And the tears started to fall,
The tears started to fall,
Oh my Lord.
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi,
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi.
I have sinned and the regret is big,
And I am in sadness and sorry,
I can't bear this regret O Lord,
Does the enemy, O Lord,
Need to be a criminal?
I can't support this bitter regret,
O Lord.
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi,
You are the one who created me,
And gave me mercy,
And you enriched me,
Always my Lord you were with me,
But I neglected you,
And I forgot what you have,
And I followed my road,
Oh my Lord.
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi.
And today O Lord I am demanding,
Protection from the darkeness without frontiers,
The heart is broken,
And the path is hard,
And I the drowned, I only see you,
To rescue me,
No other, no rescuer,
Except you,
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi,
Ya Ilahi, Ya Ilahi.
