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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
in the past
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Friday, February 29, 2008 11:25 PM
an Angel had a Tiff with a Mushroom resulting in a Jet ride to a Buffalo
You could never have seen a desertion like it in its sister venues. The silence echoing in the distance was almost pleading for sounds to ease the phantom humming. If smiles could ring out loud like laughters do, mine would have reverberated through the entire building. A skip up the stairs turned into a small run but only to stop ahead and wait on the company of mismatched oddities.
Many an exclamation of 'ooh!' and 'aah!' were followed by familiar citing from texts memorized back in secondary school. To think that the contents of Sejarah Malaysia could be retrieved from memory three to four years down the road was amazing. Perhaps a walk through back then could have resulted in an improved final grade. But that is of a time when the education system was still flirting with the idea of interactive learning, leaving arguments of that to fade with every passing minute.
...were from Pakistan
a bunga mas!
Brit-ish humor
What's sad is the clear signs of a legend trying hard to remain current, even to the extent of being commercialized. And why? Simply to garner more interest and with it, hopefully an increased number of visits and subsequently end of the month sale telly reading more than RM300. Do you see the cycle? It may seem worthwhile but is it really? I'd much prefer originality than attempts of mimicking progress. History does not change even if its fitted with fancy lights and supposedly modern-looking mannequins. Instead, it's only tainted with 'trying too hard' and then disregarded. This is one of those places where patrons intentionally visit to ogle at the ancient hence to transform that defeats the whole purpose. Holden Caufield would not be impressed.
reflective surfaces and cameras
That, that is how things are run around here. Sadly.
It is however, the place where a four year date began. Only four years will tell if a stroll down these alleyways could lead to a reunion of these mismatched odds. Perhaps even with the company of many more significant others. And I won't forget because of an 'adopted' pebble =)
Four years from today? It's a date.
Many an exclamation of 'ooh!' and 'aah!' were followed by familiar citing from texts memorized back in secondary school. To think that the contents of Sejarah Malaysia could be retrieved from memory three to four years down the road was amazing. Perhaps a walk through back then could have resulted in an improved final grade. But that is of a time when the education system was still flirting with the idea of interactive learning, leaving arguments of that to fade with every passing minute.
...were from Pakistan
a bunga mas!
Brit-ish humor
What's sad is the clear signs of a legend trying hard to remain current, even to the extent of being commercialized. And why? Simply to garner more interest and with it, hopefully an increased number of visits and subsequently end of the month sale telly reading more than RM300. Do you see the cycle? It may seem worthwhile but is it really? I'd much prefer originality than attempts of mimicking progress. History does not change even if its fitted with fancy lights and supposedly modern-looking mannequins. Instead, it's only tainted with 'trying too hard' and then disregarded. This is one of those places where patrons intentionally visit to ogle at the ancient hence to transform that defeats the whole purpose. Holden Caufield would not be impressed.
reflective surfaces and camerasIt is however, the place where a four year date began. Only four years will tell if a stroll down these alleyways could lead to a reunion of these mismatched odds. Perhaps even with the company of many more significant others. And I won't forget because of an 'adopted' pebble =)
Four years from today? It's a date. minx wrote at11:25 PM
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008 5:50 PM
four year date
Hello.
I may not have had the privilege of knowing You. Or I might have. Either way, thank You for still stumbling by. I hope You are well. My apologies if You had to quickly hit the red X button at the top of the page after scanning the title of the topmost post. I can only hope that the practice of speed would come in handy some time soon.
Why no update?
It would be a lie if I sat here and told You that the above doesn't make my thoughts smile along with my lips. An outright Big Bluff. Because the fact that You are able to string those three words together means that You noticed that this brown page has been void of thoughts. For that smile, I thank You.
I would love to sit here and type reams and reams of texts that You will probably not entirely read but I won't do that to You.
Instead,
I'll tell You what this Friday is.
Until recently it was only another Friday on the calendar. Another day to snuggle in between sheets of cloth and sleep in. Another day to have the wind blown through my hair and have me wish I had longer bangs. Another day to spend thinking in the shower and forget that it would be the third time I've gone through the Shower Custom.
But it's not another Friday of mundane nothings. I won't have it be because it's February the 29th. A page on the calendar that graces us with its special appearance only during leap years. That's four years once.
Four years may fly by for some and go at a sloth-like pace for others but one thing is for sure - You will definitely be different. The person You are now could be buried under layers of politically correct constraints. You may be without so much that You have around You today.
All I'm saying is: do something You'll remember this Friday. Set aside an hour or two away from Your books, planners, laptops and make the most of this fifth Friday of February. Do something different that You'll never forget; simply because You can.
Me? I'll be saying hello to the museum because I adore J. D. Salinger that way.
What will You be doing?
I may not have had the privilege of knowing You. Or I might have. Either way, thank You for still stumbling by. I hope You are well. My apologies if You had to quickly hit the red X button at the top of the page after scanning the title of the topmost post. I can only hope that the practice of speed would come in handy some time soon.
Why no update?
It would be a lie if I sat here and told You that the above doesn't make my thoughts smile along with my lips. An outright Big Bluff. Because the fact that You are able to string those three words together means that You noticed that this brown page has been void of thoughts. For that smile, I thank You.
I would love to sit here and type reams and reams of texts that You will probably not entirely read but I won't do that to You.
Instead,
I'll tell You what this Friday is.
Until recently it was only another Friday on the calendar. Another day to snuggle in between sheets of cloth and sleep in. Another day to have the wind blown through my hair and have me wish I had longer bangs. Another day to spend thinking in the shower and forget that it would be the third time I've gone through the Shower Custom.
But it's not another Friday of mundane nothings. I won't have it be because it's February the 29th. A page on the calendar that graces us with its special appearance only during leap years. That's four years once.Four years may fly by for some and go at a sloth-like pace for others but one thing is for sure - You will definitely be different. The person You are now could be buried under layers of politically correct constraints. You may be without so much that You have around You today.
All I'm saying is: do something You'll remember this Friday. Set aside an hour or two away from Your books, planners, laptops and make the most of this fifth Friday of February. Do something different that You'll never forget; simply because You can.
Me? I'll be saying hello to the museum because I adore J. D. Salinger that way.
What will You be doing?
minx wrote at5:50 PM
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