How Does It Feel Now?
January 07, 2008
Remember how it felt when you hold the truth, when everyone else around you kept hold to their own theories to a situation --a longing to let everyone know the truth you've been keeping secret, a longing as irritating as the little debate going on inside your head that revolved around the identity of an Indian delicacy -- Sorry, I meant
thosai... *coughcough* "
To Say or Not to Say?". With a frantic little siege at the back of your mind, it isn't hard to digest a few accusing words or stares, right? Yea,
right -- Well, not exactly. As how we are influenced by our surroundings, our decisions are practically made from the same old recipe. Decisions vary, and may sometimes step into a boundary of a neighbouring nation rightfully governed by Mr. Double-Standard under certain circumstances -- excusable as
desperate measures, in our dictionary, of course -- to loosen the tension of a problem. Back to the question, if certain truths we hold are somewhat personal, modest people would simply choose to zip their lips in to sustain a low-profile whereas on the corresponding side, not-so-modest people would
gladly keep the information from almost none. Upon making a decision
to say, they would almost immediately be
branded with either obnoxious or attractive titles - but not both - based on the level of extremity, which again is a round of decision making. Optimum exposure of either side makes one open-minded or shy. Too much, dramatically make one boastful or selfish; At least this is what I observed in school.
Now, *extends arms out* do give me some literal personal space, please *stirring sounds in the background* Merci beaucoup :) Whenever my mum asks me to stay over at
his place, I would say yes without much hesitation, eventhough I
knew I have better things to do at home. I've tried to tell her no the other time, but she insisted that I go with speeches like, "Find something to do there then. " I can't possibly bring myself nor my appetite down under the same roof as someone who is always ought to insult people apart from not appreciating the food that I-- No,
we love. The mere thought of having to wake up every morning to consume the
same, damned food urges me to slit my wrist with a car key. The same unwritten principle applies when we dine out; The food I like tastes crappy to him, and vice versa. Mum? Obviously would take his side of things as if she had sworn allegiance to him. The best part of all these doodahs is his billion dollar response to my distaste, "Eat it. You don't die from it. " A stab of disgust usually bolted through the window to my head at this statement.
Hippocrisy Love is so in the air these days.
Either my teachers are attempting to kill me or they
are killing me. What in the world were they thinking, to make us finish reading a 300-page novel in a week on top of all those assignments they have piled on us on the
second week of school itself? I have two oral assessments on queue, one in Malay and another in English, due "anytime" because the
sadist ingenious teachers wouldn't give us a specific day. Can you be so kind as to hand me that housekey over there to aid me in my misery?
... as said by Joo
at 6:55 pm
It's Raining Blood
January 04, 2008
From what I gather, I'm pretty sure the sky is having a breakdown now, shedding its tears in a heavy downpour. You know, I think it's because
the school has started for us and it's trying to ease our pain... forget it. If my friends were here, they would probably exclaim, "
It's raining cats and dogs. ". There must have been a huge cat that tripped the water-heater in the shower then. I have always had fears of being electrocuted in a shower during heavy rains that usually brought lightning along with them. For some reasons, they just
had to strike the hardest when I'm in a middle of massaging shampoo into my scalp. Well, it just happened. A diode above the word '
TRIP' lighted-up an alarming red (It existed before?) when the lightning striked. I stepped out from the shower and naturally, I
tried to turn the knob to stop the waterflow. Note the usage of
tried there. Right, apparently it didn't work. I have to admit I was starting to panic for awhile there. My
simplest solution to everything that goes wrong is to hit the
reset button first, and only to practise logic after that. That's exactly what I did back there and it
miraculously worked for the water started heating up again. I turned the knob in a direction I normally would to turn the water off and off, it did. All of a sudden, it strucked me that I was turning the knob in a wrong direction earlier on. Bloody hell.
... as said by Joo
at 6:56 pm
Precarious Approach
January 03, 2008
A famous Malay proverb goes like, "
Di mana bumi dipijak, di situ langit dijunjung" which literally translates to
wherever we step, there is a sky on our head. Don't we just
love literal translations? Sorry, I just couldn't resist. A more fathomable translation would be,
on which soil we stand on, that is where we carry the weight of the sky from
Wikiquote. Basically, we have to respect the cultures and traditions of locals whenever we stand on their soil. I personally think the possible-
est possibility of the school making us "learn" this proverb would most likely be to
brainwash guide us through the abidance of their rules and regulations. We all do know that
most schools in this region have an issue with students changing the natural state of their
own hair, unless you've just emerged from under a rock or something, you'd know. Students are somehow allowed to perm their hair, but
forbidden from dyeing their hair colour. Of course, there are limitations to prevent extremities, such as wacky hairdos with spikes that has so much gel, it would puncture a hole right through your palm. The question is, what's the big deal about changing ur hair colour? I don't see a problem with it if one were to only dye it to brown or something of that hue (typical asians have naturally black hair.) How would the school administrators even know about your
natural hair colour? I could have coloured it say, brown prior to my secondary years. What's the whole deal about this irony crap? Gee... the point is, it's not like shaving my head bald on one side and colouring the other flourescent
green now will make me stupid (though I must be stupid to do that.) or a school dropout. I'm still me. Hey, don't give me that look. I'm insane but not to that extend to do that to my crown of glory. Nevertheless, it's definitely time the school stood up and thought for themselves as well as the their students
and stop their 'Omfg-I-Just-Ripped-Off-Another-Student' programmes, not only for the sake of our parents, but
humanity.
School has already begun, which means more
horrible "pleasant" surprises awaiting yonder to be blogged out of my sanity résumé.
... as said by Joo
at 2:43 pm
Layer upon Layer
January 02, 2008
One often tend to be judgmental over another's way of life, be it in relationships or just waiting by the clock to snort, "Oh, you're so last year!". Nevertheless, I can't deny that I, myself do that of such from time to time, and it makes me stop to think, "What actually defines
beauty? Is there actually an ugly side to an
art? "
. In my eyes, there is no right and wrong to how one interprets the term 'beauty' for
beauty is in the eye of the beholder and
one man's meat is another man's poison. Say, I got a piece of canvas, a huge paintbrush, and a can of black paint from a mart. After having everything set-up in my cozy abode, I dipped the whole brush into the paint and splatter it across the canvas. I then call it
art, my masterpiece. To some a joke but to me a beaut. But, of course, if someone as famous as Picasso were to do the same thing, his would definitely sell like hotcakes. Why? Fame and name win it all. Heck, if I made a dress from cutting out the necessary three holes in a garbage bag with my grandmama's kitchen scissors and some big-named fashion designer calls it a
fashion, who
wouldn't buy it? A man with a bucket o' greens would buy the exact same thing for a billion more. As weird as it sounds, this is life. Even weirder, the world doesn't see artistes as
normal people, leading
totally normal lives like we are and do. They just had to follow them around the planet with autobiography books and cameras that will eventually dig a wound, or worst, leave a scar in the artistes' social lives. A quick meal down the street? No chance. Fans and paparazzi would arrive sooner than their steaks, as seen when our local artiste visited a small restaurant nearby. If that wasn't an act of ignorance, I don't know what is.
Up till now, I'm still debating mentally about people's first impression on the connection, as in relationship between my brother and I. Some of them said we are totally unrelated based on our looks, but some of them asked whether we were
twins. Asking me to tell you the difference between dark and light green is alright, but
not black and
white. It's like addressing the sky ground, and the ground sky, which is totally
out,
I repeat,
OUT. Ah... I don't know. Its just unusual to hear people telling others their
assumptions that we are unrelated, and sometimes a 'dating couple', even. Though mum told me that I resembled my brother, almost identical when I was a newborn, 'cept my skintone which was
way darker than his.
I think that should make up for the lack of update. I changed my blog address from
flickerzone.blogspot.com, reason being it sounded too... commercialised .___. Tagging along is a pwetty facelift :D The animation did turn out better than expected, though.
... as said by Joo
at 7:11 pm
