scribbles # 20

You are like a thief, come my way and steal my heart.

You are like a robber, come my way and rob me of my innocence.

You are just a criminal, for when you come, I can't help but to surrender myself to you.

scribbles # 19

Sometimes I think, I have been so blind, to not be able to see how you have changed. I am so blind, that I still think you are beside me; when the truth is, you are a thousand miles away from me.

Sometimes I think, you are blind too: to not be able to see how wet my pillow is. My heart is broken beyond repair, how could you not see the blood on my chest?

I hear they say love is blind, and we are blind when we are in love. I just didn't think this kind of blindness will occur, I was expecting another kind of blindness.

In Psychology, object permanence is the understanding that objects would continue to exist even when they cannot be seen, heard or touched.

Think of this experiment that Piaget carried out. Infants over 2 years old could understand that their toys behind the card are still there, and would vie to grab hold of them; while baby infants would not cry when their mothers leave the room.

Think of stars. When the wind blows and the stars, high above in the sky, blink as if they are going to disappear; you would never have to worry, cause you know the stars will still be there. When a dark big patch of cumulonimbus covers the stars, you know they will always be there for ages.

Now think of me. When I am gone, will you still think of me? When I am out of your sight, will you be like a toddler over 2 years old, frantically searching for me? Or would you regard I am no longer here, out of sight, out of mind?

The Alacrity

It was the first day of my brand new college life in INTI, as I drove across buildings painted with different colors with alphabetical initials of A, B, C and D.

The car slowly came to a halt in front of the Confucius Block and I clumsily started unloading my bags and whatnots from the bonnet of the car. Now that I think of it, fresh images of that particular day is still vivid in my mind.

My journey in INTI, no doubt, has its ups and downs. It started off rocky, as I was unsure about myself filled with doubts and uncertainties. But I moved on to transform into a better person, and stepped out to socialize with others.

Fast forward 5 semesters, here I am slowly typing away as time passes waiting for my clothes in the dryer. 80% of my stuffs are packed and the rest of the things should remain here to be part of the memories in the room. I had no qualms that knowing a group of fantabulous friends from different parts of Malaysia has truly magnified my scope of friendship.

We're still very far away from achieving what we came here for. To obtain an American degree in the land they claimed filled with opportunities from every corner of the country. From the Big Apple to the marvelous architecture of California Academy of Sciences, to the Grand Canyon and Niagara Falls we can only tell how great are they from pictures until we truly witness them with our eyes.

I can't believe I'm feeling slightly emotional. Ok clothes done!

Have a safe holiday, and till then we'll never know when we can meet again :)

Love Is In The Air

You know how people always say that when you're in love, you see the world through rose colored glasses? It can't get any truer than that.

Looking at the world through rose colored glasses,
Everything is rosy now.
Looking at the world and everything that passes,
Seems of rosy hue somehow.
Why do I feel so spry, don't wink your eye,
Needn't guess I'll confess, certain someone just said yes.
In a bungalow all covered with roses, I will settle down I vow,
That's why I'm looking at the world through rose colored glasses,
Everything is rosy now.
Oh yes, I'm looking at the world through rose colored glasses,
Everything is rosy now.
Looking at the world and everything that passes,
Seems of rosy hue somehow.
Why do I feel so spry, don't wink your eye,
Needn't guess I'll confess, certain someone just said yes.
In a bungalow all covered with roses, I will settle down I vow,
That's why I'm looking at the world through rose colored glasses,
Everything is rosy now.
Yes, everything is rosy now.

~Frank Sinatra~

My new found respect for Composers out there

in midst of loneliness (yes, you read it) and absolute boredom i finally laid my hands on "Garage Band" thinking perhaps my solitude could be translated into some really cool tunes. oh well, you'll be the judge of it.

this is ladies and gentleman, my FIRST ever tune from garage band. i think for a first time, its really not bad if you're fan of daft punk and sleigh bells! blah

and totally fucked up the stereo, apparently i mashed too much audio my mackie went siao halfway i thought thats the end of it. so this is the remains of whats half done. reminder Its halF HALF HALF *defensive*
link below!

link here!

here here also!

maybe this would be useful for school children moral projects? =D

thus what do you think? as for me, i am positive i have absolute no interest in making / producing music. 

never knew this could be THIS HECTIC. i reallly have a new found respect for all those musicians out there. this is not an easy challenge at all. * plonks dead *

it's christmas babe. shower me with grief.

under the mistletoe we could share a kiss.

oh you know, just misery and me.

scribbles # 18

if the world is round, would we still meet even if we part ways?

the question has never been about how much you can hope; it's about how much you can cope.

oh darling, wipe your tears.

if you are so afraid to cry, why did you dream so high?