Transience

I can't sleep. It's 12.13 in the morning of May 30th and I've just finished reading Jodi Picoult's My Sister's Keeper, the best novel of the year yet I've read. Highly recommended for readers looking for a book that can have an impact on their lives other than Paolo Coelho, but that actually depends if you're actually susceptible to the heart-rending experience of trawling through such tomes for inspirational stories. Well, all in all..this book has not failed me. The twist and suspense unravels beautifully which makes this a gripping unputdownable story. In the middle it does get boring a bit when the author dishes out on the regular days of human beings, delaying the pace slightly, as expected, but only then did I realize that it actually had me off guard temporarily to deliver the climactic blow of one of the most memorable endings, I should say. It had my tears suddenly streaming down my cheeks for some inexplicable reason. well, worth the spend, I shoul...

Right up from the principal's retirement to HKSBP debate, my school life has been very much eventful. I don't know how I did on the exams this time, though but I'm expecting the results to 'hurt' a bit now that I'm back, I feel like just kicking off my shoes off my sore feet and jump under the covers rest and relax... it has been quite a while since I last had one..

Haha, it's been a looong time since I last blogged and after a while, I found myself a need to blog! The debate ranks ffrom UIA has arrived. Faris is at rank 44. I'm at rank 106 in the speakers' list with Zuhri Kamil of STAR at the very top. Then, from UIA, I went straight to HKSBP Zon Timur in BAtu Rakit. I was sursprised I was champion for public speaking, but I figured that maybe the big competitors have already retired and finally gave me a chance for first. Right now, I'm busy with the mids I've recently read Darren Shan's Demonata Book Three: Slawter and Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and The Sea of Monsters, borrowed from Farhan. I didn't like Darren Shan, but Percy was great!! I love Greek Mythology, haha, one of the facts in the sudut maklumat of my Sejarah book. I also read JAsmines On The 4th Floor, can't remember who wrote it, though. I borrowed it from Fatin. it was a like a typical local romance novel, very cliche'd and stuff, but th...

whoa...I'm fresh out of ATP rite now, haha, as if that's possible! so much facts and so little time. I got loads off the net and have yet to print them. If i did, I'd already have a pile, neatness not guaranteed, by the side of my bed. a bit heavy to digest and despite the groing quantity, it is still not enough. I have to find more at school, that is, if I can. The ICT facilities there are not really satisfying. I mean, yes, there are plenty of computers, but in terms of usage, totally ineffective. If I wasn't tempted to the dark side by the friendster, I could have probably still enjoyed doing net searches like I used to. Now it seemed like a drag! I still feel excited over the goldmine of information I got, but my interests were hindered significantly by the haunting thought, "how am I suppose to make time? there's no time! you got notes to read" drat! If it were lower secondary, I'd easily aced it without even the need to do any revision at all. Th...

I've just returned from my first trial of candy making. It turns out that prototype 1 and 2 of Fever-Cooling Candy didn't turn out right, so I guess it's back to the drawing board to improvise. I've been listening to A Beautiful Lie by 30 seconds To Mars. It was all about global-warming and when I flipped the channel to discovery, I was bestowed a shocking revelation of how a tilt of a few degrees in the earth's axis could change everything. wow. It's strange that nobody gave a damn about it in my cotton candy-walled school.

n.e.r.d. d.o.r.k. g.e.e.k. and the likes.. no, I am not a victim of such labelling cases, although I was once deemed a 'know-it-all at primary school'. who gave the authority for people to label other people like that? I strongly believe that classification by stereotypes limits any individual. why can't everybody be in a class of their own? I mean, if we tend to label people, it's like giving color tags to people. like in a library, the librarian would say to a toddler, "those books are tagged red. they're adult fiction. stay away from those" and talking about fiction, I've recently finished reading another one of Syakir's novels, The Devil Wears Prada, yes, like the movie, only that I haven't seen the movie yet. At a whole, it was totally funny and witty. sometimes, it does get a bit tiring to read about how poor Andrea makes her best attempts to cater to Miranda Priestly's impossible whims and impress her. It's a cliche'd rags -t...

is it a blessing? or a curse? I enjoy it, yet I despise it what is wrong with me? do I have a mental condition? I do not know why I couldn't enjoy anything at my school. It feels like a prison. It forces you into these cocurricular stuff only because you are the only one who can. it has this mindset that, "okay fine, we can't make it with so many competitors, let's pick something that doesn't have many competitors and we can boast that our star player(the only player!) got third place(3 out of 3) for state level, and almost made it to the nationals."- MSSK Golf if you read that statement without the words in the bracket, I bet most people would be awed with the achievement, but the ugly truth is that wretched school knows how to lull itself the sleep. I'm not a great player, then why did they set up this fake reality around me? I am like the 'Jaguh Kampung'. What is the true measurement of an achiever? the best there does not mean that they are the...

WHOA!! another Paramore song title for you..well..here is an excerpt from a Friendster bulletin. yes, it is the ugly truth that seems to irritate me so much. face it, everybody's a racist, even me, I admit that. But, Malays, I beg you, p-l-e-a-s-e be rational? haha, another post directed to the Malays. plaese, I am utterly disgusted with your attitudes, I am saying this despite being a Malay myself. Date: Saturday, 15 March, 2008 8:27 PM Subject: reply to aimie aimiot's post Message: Aimie wrote...PULAU PINANG AKAN JADI SINGAPURA KEDUA? Message: ...DEAR IR AKUKAMUDIA..saya setuju sgt2!! DEB DAH TAK ADE...KAMPUNG PUN AKAN TAK ADA...PROJEK OPEN TENDER SEMUA BOLEH MASUK...MASJID DI BANDAR PP?..RASANYA MUNGKIN TAKKAN ADA...ADIL DAN SAKSAMA..MAKNA SEMUA MASYARAKAT AKAN DAPAT TETAPI KENA ADA KEMAMPUNAN DAN NILAI YANG TINGGI.. MASYARAKAT MELAYU KENALAH BERSAING DENGAN MASYARAKAT LAIN YANG JAUH LEBIH CEMERLANG DARI SEGI EKONOMI MCM SINGAPURA...ORANG MELAYU MUNGKIN AKAN BERADA JAUH DI ...

Okay, it has been a while since I wrote reviews. it is rare that you find me in good moods nowadays. Well, for this year, I've read a few books. after a few years back of missing out in reading, I make a vow that I'll read a minimum of ten novels per year, considering the little amount of time I have left. No, I don't mean reading little teeny-tiny books. I'm talking about 200 hundred pages ++ with size-12 font, and that doesn't include magazines. And to get me on the reading habit, I started borrowing books from Syakir, thank God, bless him. The first book I borrowed is Paolo Coelho's The Alchemist. The description's real good. It's the most religious book I've ever read all my life, okay, not exactly religious, but very heavy with insight and philosophy, which I know, Syakir adores so much. The next one is The Mystery Of The Dog In The Night Time. I forgot who wrote it, but it was interesting because the narrator was a spastic child. A bit heavy t...

suddenly, I have this identity crisis. Like Hamlet says, 'to be or not to be? That is the question." Ever since my BM teacher, Cikgu Mat pulled a million-dollar brainstorming slot question at me: Are you proud to be a Malay? well, I am left with no option than to say yes. I am a Malay. And then, he asked me, "why?" well, on second thought, I don't really know. I haven't the foggiest idea, but then, why do I rave on and on, assuring myself that I am a Malay? What is my purpose? suddenly when I find myself in a 100% Malay situation, I tend to indulge in the worst of Malay-ism: the car owner vs. the car washer attitude. yes, there are successful people and people who have failed, they reason. but if everybody were to succeed, then who would fail? yes, there are people who own big cars and there are people who are paid to do the dirty work, washing the car, but that doesn't mean they own the car, do they? why did these Malays let themselves be outbested by ot...

okay, I sound like a damn racist in the previous post, well, I wasn't that cheerful anyway. Suddenly, after the public speaking competition, my worst holiday yet seemed to turn around for the better, if you can overlook the fact that I'd be going back to face the first term exam, but suddenly, I can just go out there and say that..I'm okay.

yaddyaddyayadda I hate politics. I never gave a damn about it before this. I used to think that it was all about stupid people running the country. That was, until I came to know about Mahathir, the one and only reason why I have stayed faithful to my race that I endlessly criticised and despised al these years. I've noticed a pattern in History of Malaysian politics. When it came to winning the election, it has always got to do with winning with the favor of other races. why must it be so? it's as if the other races have the greater power over Malaysia. c'mon! it's our country! its so pathetic that in each manifesto evryone semua macam nak mengampu each other. empty promises that supposedly will cater to every races' needs. even before merdeka there were more non-malays than there were malays, which made it necessary to gain favor from the non-malays to get votes. okay, I admit it, I'm an ultra-Malay.i want nothing but the best for my people, despite my critici...

yeah! the new song in my head! rock on, Paramore! This frustrates me, where have all my beautiful posts have gone to? Now I don't really blog much and all I could ever come up with are my rantings. What's worse, most of them are not grammatically correct and my punctuations have all gone haywire. Have I not learnt language ever in my life?? In contrary to my sister's blog, yeah, she seems to rant a lot in it to, but I've never seen someone vent her anger so beautifully ever in my life, in a blog! well, I could vent my anger in this blog too, if i wished, but I'd edit out the four-letter words I'd be tempted to display, and all that's left of it are just dry, cold, flat self-repeating words that my subconscious record-player would play again and again in my head like that new, okay, not exactly new, Paramore song, Misery Business.

I'm not crazy, i'm just alittle unwell I know, but right now you can't tell just stay a while and maybe then you'll see a different side of me I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired I know, but right now you don't care -Matchbox 20, Unwell- wow, what a negative note to start the year! Honestly, i feel very flabberghasted this year. It has been emotionally overwhelming. I feel that my incapability to handle stress might lead to my eventual downfall. I feel stressed out for many things. i do not know why my confidence has suddenly ceased to exist. or why does my talent is rapidly tarnishing. Have I not had them at all after all this while? have i just hallucinated of their possession. i do not know why I have such low self-esteem. Apparently, my fear of failure has overcome all the good things in me and I am left as a hollow husk of a man. the once oh-so-brilliant star now a hopeless nincompoop. what is wrong with me? why am i being so negative? i am not ex...

Yet another MCR song for a blog entry title, hahahah well, in about 3 more days, I'll be packing up to go back to school and face FORM FOUR. yipes! A new year, a new challenge...I'm so anxious... befor we move on to 2008, we'll do a quick recap of the year 2007 in NANa's World: 1) Form Three PMR for me O.W.L.s for Harry 2) first agenda of the year is Golf MSSK for the second time, did better, but always played for last Still felt like yesterday to me and times just pass so fast 3) public speaking again for the second time, still didn't win =( 4) Faisal dropped out of debate and I was in =0 5) Triangle of Three for me, Syakir and Akim Boy, was the rivalry grim 6) Damn, BM cost me tears 7) My BI was so severe I lost to Akim, dear 8) I lost my Librarian status 9) Golf and I went on a temporary hiatus 10) now that I'm back, my skills were worse 11) and I was so exhausted when my drama team starts to rehearse 12) all in all, the memories are sweet the drama team'...

Result's finally out!!! so relieved! It's like the end of PMR and helloooo SPM!!!! Faris got 82% of students with straight A's. Good job guys! Lucky that I'm one of them too... Alhamdulillah....So thankful after all the blood and tears shed for PMR. That was actually the first time I actually 'worked' for something. Yay me, I 'berusaha' at least, that's good enough..compared to UPSR at that time, I didn't give much of a damn to it as I did for PMR. I've been doing a synopsis for Antologi Anak Laut. I happen to read the cerpen 'Lambaian Malar Hijau' and it kinda reminded me to the Post Brooke kids that we babysat. I secretly wished they had the spirit that the character Daneng had to excel in his academics and obtain a better life for himself and his indigenous community. actually, it sholud apply to all schoolchildren. If they had that conscience, they would take that same initiative to do better and try harder to obtain more from the...

Date:Wednesday, December 12, 2007 6:42 PM Subject: Please do read,I rarely post a buletin.=P(Thanx) Message: DURING this school holidays,I've been going out with old friends.NOT old of age kind of friends,k?ANYWAY,these people are all different types : the popular,the genius,the outcast,n the normal.I'VE observed their attitudes towards each other,everyone hates the outcast.BECAUSE the outcast are weird and disturbed.THEY hate them because they are attention-seekers n they seek attention in weird ways.IN a nutshell,they hate them because they are just different.I realised that this happens everywhere.IN the end,the outcasts are stuck in their own kind and they don't recieve help from others and in the end continue their strange activities even worse just to make others realise their presence.I think this is very,very sad.WHO doesn't?I know some of the non-outcast people tried to help and in the end got sick of their ways.SOME stop being friends because they are scared t...

Just finished reading the Form 4 textbook novel for BM next year. A very dpressing and slow-paced story of war and the ugliness of human nature in desperate times. It's not sad (for me), it's just very heavy and disturbing to read. A. Samad Said (a Malaysian version of Dumbledore- no, I'm serious!) totally knows how to play with the emotions and drama. When I wrote the synopsis, it mostly consisted of describing lengths and lengths of conversation between the characters. It is definitely not a book of hope as it shows the characters being so helpless and just accept their fate. You can kind of imagine what it's like during wartime when watching Steven Spielberg's War Of The Worlds, except without the human-vapourizing alien robot things. Just so you know, the movie nearly made its place in my heart, if not for its oh-so-unexplosive ending. Spoilt everything! Anyway, back to the textbook reviews. (I'm so damn bored that I wrote reviews on textbooks! bah!)The anth...