I'm happy, I'm weak, I should sleep, but i did not

I watched a musical theater with President, Sylvia, Jon and Viv.
Glad i say that it was awesome *smile emoticon*
Though i was "tricked" about the price (it was about... lets see... 10x more?!)
at first, regardless i did not regret it and happy still.
In fact, i'd hope there'd be more in the future *wink emoticon*

i just love that one little scene with bubbles D:<

Yay ampang gang, screw cheras *Dee double dot emoticon*

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Rhyming time.
Japanese came and yay to them,
We flutter around from eight to ten,
Preparing stalls with food on them,
It wasnt easy, it aint pretend.

We gave out food like it was lunch,
We grew tired till we all hunch,
(well it isnt true really, but i didnt have anything to rhyme it >_>)
The japanese liked the food we gave,
But the real surprise was more malaysians came.

aya so tired, i should sleep but its only 10.30.....

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Poet time.
I sat there, at the corner of my room,
waiting, wanting something to happen,
But happen it did not,
Waiting some more would not help,
It would not benefit me nor the time that pass.

With "will" i go on the vehicle on 2,
going around with a destination of none,
should i make a call to join my journey?
neigh i did not.

Off i go in the middle of the road,
crap i think they blow for being slow,
with music in my ears, i care none.
and at the first stop, pink sighty tools was mine.

i cycled and cycled till i reached at the Point,
i stopped and pondered, shall i call yet again?
neigh i did not and i cycled through.
Slowly, towards the destination to infinity.

i cycled and cycled till past time flies,
i watched from afar and let my mind flew,
towards that dreamland that i left behind.

At last my stop had a destination,
as i found that my destination of infinty has ended.

Up there on top of mother nature,
i ponder and ponder with book in my hand,
i realize how awesome it was,
that an increadible thing is always near home.

i laughed again and smiled,
strange might i look, but happy still i am.

I Remembered

So i'm sick...
meh its not all that bad.
for one, i watched tv and i jsut learned te most awesome thing eva!
(well for me that is)

you guys know that there are millions of alveouli (i forgot how you spell it already =.=)
in the lungs right? well if you stretch it out and lay it on the floor,
you can cover half a tennis court (commence, jaw drop)

well theres more i learned but you guys should watch it yourself.
Body In Numbers, Discovery Channel. Its the only channel i watch >_>

Someone reminded me of Triangle man (its actually The Triangle)
i looked for the mask in my room,
its still there in the same spot untouched for months...
wow how i missed wearing it to school with the white bandana...

Memories... All Alone In The Moonlight...

Cookies to people who guessed where i got the line from.

Yeah... you might think this blog post is gonna sound boring
or sissy or girly or whatever it is in your mind...
But to me.... its a really important thing in my life...
Now and forever....

I'm gonna catogorize this as an emo post.
But i dont know if its an emo post.

It started with me looking through the old pictures all over.
House, phone, cds and the pc....
And i remembered all those time...
I wondered "wow, did all that just went through my life?"
it seems... so close....
And it feels like it was just yesterday.... But days had passed...
god i love the invention of cameras.
Anyways...

It started with me looking at the old photos (why am i repeating this?)
then the next day, English exam... one of the essay title was
Memories....
i suddenly remembered everything...
But i didnt wanna do it, but kept it specially for the blog.
Instead, i did the greatest challenge in my life.
I did about me, being the greatest warrior, fought a dragon
and saved the village. Thats roughly the idea.

Ok lets move on.
Right.... sometimes... when you look into a picture,
you'll cry. You'll smile. You'll remember, the good times
and the bad.... Memories are made out of the good and
bad...

You'll sometimes wish that you could turn back time
and relieve it once more. You'll sometimes wish
you could turn back time to fix it just once.
Just to relive all those time that passed by.



I'd wish i knew them better.
I'd wish we'd be there together.
I'd wish to see them all once more.
But alas, those wish can never be granted.
I believe there is no such thing as pure good or pure evil.
so theres bound to be hate here and there...
but i'll never forget the good times we had.

I left, with the bullet train...
No goodbyes were ever gave out...
I left without a trace...
They never knew...
That was good to me...
But i dont know...
I shoud've left them with something...
But all i left is my heart and memories to them...

From the 1st till 4th moon cycle...
i was kinda quiet. i honestly dont know why.
i think this is the feeling of miss. i never understand it.
i never felt it. i never knew why. it kept me quiet
for 4 cycle of the moon, being the stranger in class.

i wondered why.

when did i open the closed door?
when did i open the wind?
when did i release it all?
i dont know...


To the readers... out there reading this.


I'd like to ask...



Have you ever wondered how'd you get to know each other?
I sometimes do... strangely i never remembered how.
Did it start with a little talk?
Did it start with something i did?
Did it start with something they did?
Did it start out accidently?









Right here...
I wonder....
can i keep it all up?
can i maintain this wonderful bond?
can i maintain this fragile bond?
can i make new bonds?
can i fix this bond?






But my memories wont stop here.
I still have a long way to go.
My life havent ended yet.
God has blessed me to live on.
And I will.
Memories will always be in my mind.
It will always be scarred into my heart.
It shall pin to my skin.
Every pain, every touch, every feel....

It scars deep into me.





Though my mind might forget them.
My skin, my heart, my hands and my eyes will
ache to them. They played a role in my life but their
role will never end.

I will never break the bond.
For this bond. I believe to be the most fragile.
I believe the most beautiful.

People make it fragile.
They remember the bad stuffs somebody did to them
and start hating them.
They forget the good times they had together.
And the bond breaks.

And people tend to remember the things they
made to others and expected something in return.
They start hating them.
And the bond breaks.

How can they break it so easily?
Does their memory did nothing?
Where is the justice of it all?

Alas, this is just an opinion from an unknown individual.

And so i end this.
For my memories are precious.
My cameras are my eyes.
What i see through them is what i see in life.
The camera, is my record of life.

The good, the bad, the ugly, the sad, the laughs....
It all comes into one.
Without the bad, there will be no good.

And at the very last lines,
i stop my types.

This is the Ali, from the heart.
signing out