transition...

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oh hello blog. its been awhile. what's a jobless person got to say?

Ngeseng, hope your dad's doin fine. too bad i cant go back to visit him maybe. no worries, he will always be in my prayers. hang in there.

this place has become so quiet all of a sudden. too quiet.

daa daa doo doo...

I knew it was too good to be true. I tried to warn them but i guess they fell for it.

I remember the time when we first got here. ahh...the innocence in each other's eyes. Priceless. It was as if we were kids again. We were like a school of fish, swimming by an unfamiliar territory, with pretty hooks dangling around like in an episode of Spongebob.

I remember clearly, the enthusiasm and tenacity to get things done, trying to impress the superiors. Particularly one. The one who has been feeding us with sweet words and promises. A's you say? Wow! what did i do to deserve such awesome reward.

Confusion filled our heads when this so called "superior" began to throw tantrums in front of our eyes after a long day at the office. "i hate them", were the words repeated over and over again. That was enough to turn our backs against them, the other kids. Every time they walk by, we would stare at them, as if they were crooks in orange jumpsuits walking by with shackles around their hands and ankles. There, walls were built around us. That was then.

Now, there's a new school of fish swimming by, and we are slowly forgotten. A little burst of emotion was enough to send this plane flying into a turbulence. Fingers were pointed, names were mentioned, you had to say it. What did we do wrong? Where's the turning point? Just because one man wanted out and you blame all of us? Now we are the crooks. I know how you would react to this situation. Now the new kids are giving us that look. Whatever you've told them about us, is what you will say about them the next time a bunch of new kids come around.

Note this, I will not take English advice from a person who can't even pronounce "varies". you dig?

What Not.

I didn't buy a guitar. I borrowed it from my aunt instead. Who knew, a guitar costs half of a month's allowance. I developed this so called "passion" to play years ago. but i gave up. let me stress on that again. "PASSION". still learning. progressing. I'm halfway there, yet, not really. this rockstar status chase really got me thinking. should I quit school? well, maybe not. the next couple of years you'll probably be seeing me rocking the stages of your community hall. not forgetting the band. or maybe at your relatives' dodgy wedding reception. that's just the beginning.




yeah! pop culture!! NOT!

on another note. a rather important one. I've been wanting to post this up a week ago but i blame assignments for the procrastination. 9th June. its been a year now since i started studying here. yay! me!! much have changed.

Total annihilation!

Haven't you heard? Check this out.



i took this pic from my living room window. is this cool or what? haha.

done and dusted!!

AHHHH!!! DOOOSSSHHH!!!!


this ugly old building finally gave up living. our own little 9/11 in section14. minus the planes and terrorists. terrorists?! wait. those two heavily bearded men by the roadside told me it was just fireworks for Hari Raya. damn it!

probably 1 of the coolest thing since....since ever. are you not entertained??

lets digress shall we. im goin out 2nite. alone.yes, ALONE. in search of this instrument called the guitar. hoping to serenade myself to some melodic tunes from folie a deux. to fill the silence of this oh-so-empty house.

Angels and Demons

Yes. Watched Angels and Demons. my point of view;

It was a two and a half hours advertisement of Rome. The Vatican City. other that that, it's good stuff.




I'm just tryin to be consistent.

Homeboy

Akademi Fantasia. this is highly unorthodox. not my cup of tea. Instead of questioning the show's credibility and shit, I'm dedicating this post to a homeboy. miak St. Joe. I don't know you but, congratulations champ! nang bangga lah org swk and especially miak2 St Joe.




REPRESENT