光透进来把梦刷白
舍不得你会醒过来
不要现在走也走太快
wu…
说不上来隐隐躺在胸口一块
吻你脸颊成名字刻成的存在
是你让我相信爱对我慷慨
hei ye ho
是爱我们是注定不是意外
这是爱我们的爱
还不确定却好实在
把你贴在胸怀
静静的代替表白
再不愿放开
这是爱给你的爱
没名字却停不下来
在忐忑里期待
却越总想到未来是你我才明白
这就是爱但梦还在
伤心不让你醒不来
也许现在就是永恒的未来
是你让我相信爱对我慷慨 hei ye ho
是爱我们是注定不是意外
这是爱我们的爱
还不确定却好实在
把你贴在胸怀
静静的代替表白
再不愿放开
这是爱给你的爱
没名字却停不下来
在忐忑里期待
却越总想到未来是你我才明白
这就是爱
第一个我们的清晨
比任何默契都是你的无限可能
言语都显得太浮浅
oh…
这是爱我们的爱
还不确定却好实在
把你贴在胸怀
静静的代替表白
再不愿放开
这是爱给你的爱
没名字却停不下来
在忐忑里期待
却越总想到未来是你我才明白这就是爱

It all happened 5 years ago when she and I were on a bus. That was the first time I met her and we became friends from that day on. It was that year when I graduated from the school and move on to high school. She was still 2 years younger than me. Then, as I was in the third year of high school, she came into this high school as a first year student. At that time, one of my friends fell for her and showed me her picture. He thought that I never knew her, so i pretended not to, but I was quite happy that she managed to get into this school. Then I never really cared about her as we were in different forms although I quite like her. I just said to myself: ” She’s a goddess. Now way you will succed with her. ” So i dropped my thoughts of chasing her. Later on, till fate came to one day. I am in the fifth year of high school and she is in the third year. She caught me by surprise by giving me a surprised “Hello”. After 5 years, someone who was quite familiar to you surely becomes an alienated person. I was taken aback but I managed to give back. Then somewhere in April, I chatted her up, and we became good friends once again. She saw me as her brother and so I saw her as my younger sister. I cared for her very much and still doing so now. She knows it. The only frustrating thing now is that I do not know where her heart lies, does she have a boyfriends already? Does she know that I love her? Will she accept me? On the other hand, I do not want to ruin our neutral and stable relationship. I want to keep thing good, but I also want to improve our relationship! Anyone who is reading this please give me a hint and if the girl I am mentioning about is reading this, do you love me?

The reason why Malaysian justice is never served is because of the lack of pro-activism in the Government. I am referring to the Sharlinie case which has not been found until now. It has been 84 days since her absence in her family. The deoxyribonucleic acid ( DNA ) of a suspect has been taken and to be sent to America for further positive development of the case. It has not been sent because they are waiting for acknowldgement, permission or approval from the Government. This is nonsense. A little girl’s life is in critical danger, and whether she is alive or not, nobody knows. Emergency steps have to be taken already. When I read the article which was in the papers which say they need approval before sending the DNA over to America, I am sure that the Government already knows about this and should be sent over to America at once. Instead, they are now waiting for the Government approval, which is just buying time for the kidnapper. I cannot see any reason why the Government does not want to send the DNA at once just after the DNA is tested here first.

Another matter which I would like to bring up is the poor justice-serving skills the police force and Government has. Nurin Jazilin’s kidnapper and murderer has not been identified yet. They always say that the suspect will soon be traced. Soon. How long must we wait. It is as if the kidnappers can get away with what they want to do, without having to be responsible for anything. So far, none of these two cases have been solved.

Together we have walked the year with much happiness, bravery, saddening feelings, and honour. It has truly been quite a great year, this 2007. Here and today I would like to share my experiences which I would like to reveal.
This was what people had said was our “honey-moon year”. Haha. I never believe in this kind of things, so I just kept it aside my innermmost thoughts. I fell for someone though, and it never worked out. I was so damn scared.
Well, I mean, it feels right to become a 16 year old, to be among the big brothers, you know.. That the small little kids ahere to us. We never actualy did anything unsightable to them. Then there was the study ppressure. Agh! It was a 180 degree turnover from Form 3 syllabus. They simply just cut us out from our play world, to our studies..
But of course, we played hard this year too.. How can I sacrifice my playtime?

That’s a smile..

I do not want to finish blogging this out as I want 2007 to be in MY OWN MEMORY, and that it will be a memory, which will never, ever end…

Today after I finished my Physics tuition, I went to an old Chinese stall which serves noodles to have a quick breakfast.
I sat down alone, looking out at the roads of Bentong Town, a quite old Chinese town.
Then, I heard some Chinese New Year music playing from the old CD stall next door. Christmas is not even here yet, but music is already playing. Some cymbals crashing sounds and all those kinda stuff in the music. Well, since it was so bright and sunny outside, apart from the dull weather the last few days, I could already feel the miid of Chinese New Year!
I thought to myself, how could i possibly feel Chinese New Year now?
A chinese funeral took place.
That was a drastic change!
The same chinese cymbal crashes, but only to a different event, a funeral procession.
Then, I fiured out that anything which affects the mood of someone mentally, is the eternal presence of visual and audio. Music and light plays a vital role in mood-making.

It is a passion. It is a living, unearthed reaction. Life. Organism in metaphorism, divinity. Music changes our lives if not entirely, partly. Soul gives us a push to accelerate forward. A positive, yet diabolical stunt, as some criminals listen to these genre of passion before an act of dishonourment. I personally like to think of music as “life”. A living “being”. One can try to imagine if the world lacks the presence of music, lacks the presence of life. Even the rustling of trees as I am hearing now, is music. The roaring of car engines at Daytona, is also music. Whamming of hammer and nail at the construction site is “dead” life, but still, it is music. As a player of music myself, I discover that, music can change someone mentally. Did not some scientist suggest the usage of music in treatment of a mental retard?
Music. Passion it is, life, it is, too…

The Potter’s Hand talks about how He shapes something into a spiritual kindness He wnts us all to have. In a way, he is shaping us through experience, through effort, through people, through time.
Each and everyday, our task schedules burden up, lagging work behind. Work seems to be there all the time, and even worse, they seem to be building up. Things starting to grow by itself? Has the new generation become that multi-genetic comprehensive, aligned to the era of inventions on the earth? Just like Mozarts Intermezzo, its just hard to testify, hard to define. Its indefinite actually, but what I’m trying to converse at this point of the page is that, things don’t build up, by itself. You see, lacking power to rush forward, and lacking determination to booze outwards to the beyond, what we call procrastination, can build work up, and lagging us. How can tomorrow not come, when yesterday was there? He, the ultimate one, wants to shape us into a spiritually healthy being, if not only physically and mentally, we have to grow. Tomorrow is the day. We hear that phrase everytime, isn’t it true. Just answer me this, readers, how sure can you be that tomorrow, is to come? No one can be definite that there may be a tomorrow. No offence but, tomorrow may be Judgement Day, where all souls are judged. How can we be so sure, and confident in saying that tomorrow will be the day. The word tomorrow leads to meny questions and answers, though. For another example of procrastination, people always use the “will” word. Why can’t they straigth away say that, I CAN do it now, instead of I WILL do it later? Its just another pathetic form of procrastination, when the phrase tomorrow still exists in our Oxford. Well, no human can say that procrastination is in our enes. People can change the fact, day by day, even if you are unsure that TOMORROW may exist. We can have plans, but no one is sure for the existence of TOMORROW. Of course, the fact is that, when people change, it’s an evoution. When evolution takes place, it is like God is working physically, psychologically, and mentally. On Earth. That’s when we need a change. In the novel Midnight by Dean. R. Koontz, The Change takes place ghastly, but still it’s a bioogical way to put mankind to its maximum state. So, the thing is that tomorrow has its own destiny, it has its own destiny…

Wham! My motorcycles accelerator knob fell off when my friend hit me at the side. Both going at 50 kilometres per hour, in the bottleneck of the neighbourhood. Noone fell, noone stopped. Then, we stopped for lunch. But, we parked at the wrong spot. So, being lazy to ride my motorcycle, i hopped on my friend’s, and he rode me away to another parking lot. Onto the highway we went, and he crossed a double line into the parking lot, as it was faster. Out of nowhere, a policeman riding the white police motorcycl horned at us, shouted at us, and kept on looking back at us even as he rode away. My friend avoided him, and sped into the parking lot. He quickly got down from the bike, and went away, asking me to manouvre the bike to a safer parking lot, sufficient to be unnoticeable. I succeeded, and walked off, taking out my helmet, head down. We entered a coffee shop, chose the back seat. He, was an L-license bearer, and me…nothing at all. After that, I ent back to my own home, he went back to his own home even he planned to follow me. What an experience… Oh, and, his registration number should have been taken down already.

It was a special day in my life. Well, it IS as I am blogging this out its still somewhere around eleven o clock. My parents left for Kuantan early in the morning, and when I woke up, they weren’t there anymore. So, I arranged my transports with anotherr friend of mine and went out for tuition. Then all the while I was doing things by myself the whole day. After dinner, I went home and practiced carols with two friends of mine. Then, i went out with them for a drink, and came back playing video games. I mean, it was actually very enjoyable as my parents wouldn’t haveong Kong soap opera which also shows people bloggong. Each time they create a post, they will write the weather of the day and so forth. I learnt it in primary school since, but i never realised that it was actually practical and being practiced as a routinous act.