nothing special

nothing special.

i am having a shit day at work and i feel like killing myself with an axe.

eh.. i don't know how to name this entry

This is so strange.

I am suddenly into pink elephant, but i've never like pink stuff.

this bublegum pink thingamajiky

But this is cute .

There must be something not very right about me. My nose block somewhat is responsible for this. Maybe my lala-ness happen to kick in.

Or maybe, that damn-mengada-pinky is slowly affecting me with her pariah-nism. Oh mind effing, I am very disturbed now if its this case.

Yikes. This is real mind effing.

Urrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhh...

千年树妖

千年树妖

千年树妖

千年树妖

千年树妖

No larger size font for me to continue, gah.

may I..

plaster your mouth you nosy-piece-of-shit?

Random, very random

While i was doing my hard disc spring cleaning, i found this. THE article i sent in to my current employers nine months back - a mandatory writing assignment freshies need to submit if they ever wanted to squeeze their asses into the PR field.

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My Bookstore

Make a wish, place it in your heart.
Anything, everything you want.
You have it?
Now believe it can come true.
You will never know where the next miracle is going to come from.
But if you believed its right around corner,
You open your heart and mind to the possibilities and certainties of it,
You’ll get the thing you longed for.
The world is full of magic and you just have to believe it.
So, make your wish.
Do you have it?

Reasons why do I pursue public relations as career could be common. What I intent to write is about my passion -A burning thought that hovers in my mind when I first set foot in this fancy city that never sleeps.

Great people of old and modern times they have one thing in common. They believe that they can achieve anything, everything that they put their minds onto it. I am not any of these great people with master mind. Indeed, I am young and simple. Perhaps, a little slack for the age of 23, but I have a notable dream when I reached the age of 45. It is all about books, music, coffee and cakes.

Yes, you got me right. I want to open an independent bookstore that serves music, coffee and cakes when I am 45 year old. A small, sophisticated and warm bookstore situated around your neighbourhood where any restless soul in this city could find and measure their peace in this cozy plateau. Imagine junketing authors hold signing; your friends would be your best customers; bottomless hot coffee will be served and you stroll the aisles with blue sweater. There are times when I am so wide awake about the design of my bookstore; white clean walls, red reading lamps, wooden floor, red pillows and sofas and also, white bookshelves. There are also times when I am so overwhelming about the idea of the sweet, aromatic and classical coffee smell lingering in the air of my bookstore. The feeling is so palpable as if I am running my own bookstore now.

People told me I am way too optimistic about my bookstore ideology. They said mega bookstores will soon overshadowed your tiny bookstore. They said in 22 years time, people would not be bothered to spend a single minute outside because everything is virtual and so readily available. Online book sellers offer quick, cheap service. Big-box outlets and national chains cut best seller prices to the bone. There goes your dreams and passion, a more realistic answer might be a long look in the mirror and a few moments spend thinking about what’s at stake.

Deep down I defended. What’s lost in the rush, in this fancy city are personality, tranquillity and quirkiness, the very qualities that people want most when they pick up a book. My bookstore is not just a bookstore. It is a place where all walks of people who enjoys books come together; listen to the same genre of music, craving for cakes and coffee.

I believe, there is a universal law, ask and you shall received it. Most people can’t achieve their dreams because they are too afraid to imagine, let alone ask. I do not know what will I become 22 years later, but the most important thing is I will never give up on hope and faith. Many things can be done in our life if we had unwavering beliefs and desire to do it; I myself certainly believe it and say, let’s do it.



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This article was produced randomly after watching Satu Bukit Pokok and some ideas were borrowed from luey pin's blog, BUT the dream is TRUE.So true that every person who knows me well knew about it and one even proposed to open a restaurant beside my bookstore.

If one day, my dream won't come true, at the very least, I have that person who shares the same ideology with me. That person, who we talked about my bookstore and your restaurant through night long, with our blankets on and lights off.

But, I've always believe if we believe hard enough, we will find our way through it one day. Let's hope for that day, with our burning thoughts, shall we, Yer?

yesterday

She told me you cried.

Oh, that's fake, i thought.

I tried very hard to recall whether you were sorry for what you did. Strange still, i can't remember anything. Not a thing.

I guess it just didn't mean anything to me anymore.

i wish i could....

i can see how you like pink colour, from your dresses and your nail polish.

how i wish i could use a pink colour pasar malam plastic bag to wrap around your head.

i really hope i would enjoy the process, looking at you suffocating when the air ran out.

gosh i am scary.

what can we do, when there is nothing much we can do?

Senses weaken.

There is so little to hold on.

Can we still dance with the memories we had?

There is so little to hold on.

I (fill in the blank) you

Zap the days.

I wished its August tomorrow.

i am 24, none the wiser

For the longest time, i thought i will be wise when i hit 24. Just like being poke by a magic wand inflated with wisdom, i would be prudent and careful enough to make every single decision. I would understand things that i cannot explain.



At the age of 17, being simple, I thought so.

Being 18, seethed with agitation, i agreed that is an ideal target.

19, boiled with ambitious ideas, I believed there is nothing i cannot achieve.

Four years is plenty for an individual to grow up, I thought so at 20.

Being anal and smart ass at 21, I have zero doubt about that idea.

At the age 22, hopelessly in love I was, being wise at 24 was not my major concern.

I screwed 23 with assignments, heartbreaks and of course, dramas.

Now, at 24, besides a few fine wrinkles appeared, i am not knowing anymore than before. I am, indeed, more confused than I was in 17.



I've learned that in the small distance between being taken and missed, lives are changed, humans are drawn together. But I wonder still, why people sabotage this purest connection for the most petty matter, primarily for their own benefits.


I know there are no random acts, a relationship ended for its own reason, but didn't both individual gave themselves away just to stay together initially? How about the sacrifices made, tears shed and the happy moments shared?


I am clear that some people are just plain selfish, they can never love. I don't have an inkling of how can they find happiness and peace in themselves.


I understand promises are easily broken and not meant to be true. I refrain from believing in promises, but deep down I hope someone can prove me wrong someday.


I've also learned that some people are not worth defending. If they are noble and capable enough, they can keep themselves safe and climb up eventually. Still, I fail to stop myself from finding excuses to help them. I don't understand why don't I do things like i understood. This is a vicious cycle.

At the age of 24, confusion is still haunting me every single minute. Some of the decisions i made, reasons remained unclear, but I have no regrets and complaints. I know, someday I will figure out the answers and the balance to it all. And that is when all the weariness ,bitterness and wounds held inside me being washed away.


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Kawan-kawan sekalian,

In conjunction with my coming birthday in just 10 days, please donate RM1 to Ying Hwei's fund to help me to buy a disco ball. My room seriously needs a funky element. Whooppp!!!!!

Happy birthday to me and Happy Valentine's Day to every of you! :D

mother of all mother fuckers

SEW KAU YOUR MIND EFFING BITCH'S MOUTH.

damn kau emo la, can't you just act like your age you mother fucker.

urghhhh..

ok, enough ranting. back to work.

Are you happy today?

:)

and :D

and you know why.

HAPPIE FREAKING NEW YEAR EVERYONE


p/s: i;ve already updated my blog.

fuh!

like you don't already know.

my blog has a new facelift.

:D

ah! sial!

Ah sial , I've finished my last patch of salonpas!

S.O.S! 3 more needed for my stiff shoulder!Should have grab Salonpas's 3-pack promotion while i was loitering in Guardian today.

Dang, I am not only ageing prematurely, my back is also in the process of becoming a sticker book in collection of Salonpas patches.

Anyway, travelling down to Kuantan agian. Seeing doggie in 14 hours time, wheeeeee.

you

I am hwei's pen drive.

I think she's annoyed at me.

I think i am doing a good job all these while, why is she still annoyed?


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I am yours truly, owner of the pen drive.

I think you know i hate you.

I think you know too, i have to use you because I've gave my cute blue pen drive to my dad.

Yes, you are right, for couple of times, i wished you were lost.

Yes, for most of the time, I've simply placed you anywhere, but you were miraculously found, without fail, everytime.

Kid me not if you still need the reason why I hate you. Don't you know it's not your problem?

I tried to disown you, and you are still stick with me.

I guess, no body wants you too.

You'll have to make do with me, like I do the same to you, too.


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Dang, i am not acting like myself agian and worst, I am talking on behalf of my pen drive? or I am talking to my pen drive?

Can I not go to work?

Can I just take one step behind, or like SueWinTheDiplomat said, to look for that god damn balance point?

Dang, why am i born stubborn? Dang.

Damn mengada.