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Today, for Literature In English (aka LIE),

we learnt two poems about this infinite thing called ; Love.

(Oh, no. A cookie girl talking about cookie love!

What should I do?? WHAT??? *burn yourself*)

No need to do that.

I promise to be frankly frank.

Anyways, we've finish analyzing these two poems:

Sonnet 43: How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways"

"Ways of Love"

In the first poem, you could tell that the persona was deeply in love.

(That to show her love, she needs to count it first.)

And in the second one, it tells how incompatible a couple's love.

(She wants the guy to say it, he'd much rather show it.)

It was getting ironic how these two poem was printed back to back.

Oh well.

I strive in irony (ohyeah).

In the subject of love, it does make classroom full of girls a little excited.

(Can't you just hear the chit-chat now?)

And when the Madam Sim asked us how do we want

Our future partner to show his love, alright, it got me thinking.

In the matter of love, it does make me a little frustrated.

(Can't you just hear the sighs now?)

And when I start to mull on it like a bloated cat to a dead rat,

Perhaps, I decided, I want my future partner to be my best friend.

I believe in being close. Like watch-you-while-you-floss-close.

That close.

Sing me a song, sure. That's nice.

Give me chocolates. I'd finish under two minutes.

Say that you love me. I won't answer but my blushes would.

And pull out my chair like a gentleman. I won't deny your chivalry.

I just want to sleep on someone's shoulder.

Maybe that's why our shoulders has this slight, sweeping swoop to it.

It's a headrest.

Hehe.

Now I really feel like sleeping.

---Oh no, when talking about love, she could write for days

but now thinking about sleep got her a little dozy.---

Conclusion for Today's Topic/Lesson/Blah :

In the matters of love, I have my own idea.

But I'd always try and figure out how to keep this one love.

Allah's.

I'm still finding my way :)

Give me the best of wishes.

I feel like it's still a long road ahead.

But it will be.
Worth it.

Rims

I was in my bus on my way to the boys' school La Salle.

(I remember it was a rainy day.
Sitting next to the window near the sliding door have me drenched on my entire right side.
And what's worse than the smell of sweaty men on a hot day?

Smell of sweaty men in the cold, closed-windowed bus. Ugh.)

But before that:

We were waiting for the traffic light to go green and while waiting
I just happen to stare aimlessly out the window like a heart-broken widow.
I saw a car with a manly-strong-peach colour that
waited beside my bus just at my range of vision.

I look at the driver, young 20-something. *Interest piqued.*

My eyes fell to the wheels
and it took sometime to notice
but when I did my thought exclaimed, impressed:
NICE RIMS!

Admittedly, in this small town, there aren't enough appreciation for car rims.
These rims looks like it cost major mon-ayy.

It was gold (obviously sprayed, or perhaps if it isn't, at least coated)
and in the middle there was a snarling lion's head.
I never have the chance to see one like that before.
No wonder the driver was so young.
No decent male above thirty-five would spend a dime on a worthless thing like that.
I immediately imagined this car driving up to a hotshot club's entrance
(whatever hotshot club there is here, so far I have no idea where there is one to be found)
with speakers booming in annoying rave song and the driver---oh dangit,
the driver saw me looking at him.
While I musingly scan from the rims to the driver,
I found out he was already looking at me.
As a well-thought out plan, I coolly spun my head around to the left
like it was a slow spintop.

'No, I wasn't looking at you. Our eyes met cuz it was you, sir, that looked at me,
an innocent girl who is bored in a bus. Please refrain from big-headedness.'

Ain't that embarrassing.

So when the traffic light switched the green, I looked at my left side to avoid the driver's curious look. Whatever man, I was just checkin out yo rims.

This is as much scrutiny to women as it gets: not just in football,
they have to wonder if we were serious when we say we like cars.
Get a grip.
And try to hold on.

UPDATE 21st AUGUST : In the second book, Catching Fire.

Last book going to be out this 24th August 2010.

I can be so lucky.

UPDATE 25th AUGUST : I got the the third book, Mockingjay.
I am so lucky.

Hiatusity Over Hunger

I'm going to be lazy in blogging now

because I would rather much prefer to

sit in the corner and avidly reading this book:

The Hunger Games

by Suzanne Collins

let me tell you this book is amazing :)

of all the unimpressive books that

were made into a box-office successes,

why is this book's movie not out in the cinemas yet?

(though, a movie deal is done and I surely can't wait.)

know that my choice in books are like this :

1. Thick. 400++ only

2. AMAZING PLOT LINE.

3. Memorable & Strong Characters

4. Witty (Minus Dry Humour. I never get that.)

5. Small print.

6. Has at least ONE character with a weird name (for example, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter; Peeta Mellark, The Hunger Games; Blue Van Meer, Special Topics in Calamity Physics).

7. Smells Nice.

This book has almost all of those.

And I consider myself having good taste in books.

(Haha.)

Anyways.

HIATUS MODE : ON

Zombie-Palooza

Zombies needs some lime light people.

What happened to them?

They did their splash in the 80's.

But what happened to them now?

They lost their sex appeal?

Rotting flesh and missing teeth

Doesn't spell mmmmm?

Now people go for

Sparkling skin and fangs?

This is HORROR we're talking about

And horror is what I want

I give my gratitude to the makers of

Zombie-land.

Finally.

A movie about zombies.

I want to see some limbs to fall apart

Some eyes to pop out in the literary matter

Perhaps even to my utter delight

A brain could blow up

Sending chunks of brain in the air

Beautiful.

I haven’t seen a use of a brain

Since Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

Where the guests eat chilled monkey brain

(To deceive my stomach, I assumed that

the monkey brain was strawberry ice-cream

And the open monkey head was just fancy bowls. Like pineapples.)

So I demand for some good zombie movies.

But rewrite the 'must eat brain' part.

Go for the more controversial

"Live for Eternity" thing.

And spend some of those CGI for amazing effects

Of opened flesh and lidless eyes.

Maybe toss in some medical lessons in there too

But mostly just add in a lot of zombies

That cause innocent bystanders to go in a frenzy

That alone could satisfy me.

Long live zombies.

(Oh, wait…Hmm…)

one of the most amazing games on Earth, Plants Vs Zombies

The Assassination by a Unicorn

Amusements

it cuts deep man...deep

Bads Are Not The Worst

I got a new Font. It is très jolie.

Love it so love it so.

Looks like this :

very pretty, non?

I feel very happy that I found this treasure of a font.

It would be a wonder in Photoshop.

Anyways, we had Malay Language Oral today

and we, um, failed.

Well, we all got 9 out of 10 in everything

But we know we did bad.

Very bad.

(But the reason we even went out was to not make teacher feel bad.

He was kind of angry that nobody was ready for this Oral Test.

We kind of jump ahead and do it SPONTANEOUS STYLE

and I was pretty much of zero paper to refer to. We were just bad, okay?

Even we admit it. But we all did, surprisingly, well. So it is just good blessings?)

Anyways, my teacher commented that we were :

satu forum yang ceria, ya?

Translation: A very...cheery forum.

It should have been formal.

Well, nothing is perfect.

Oh oh.

I was handing a Math Paper back

To a friend of mines,

while we were discussing (more mulling than animating)

for Malay Language Oral.

I hand it out on top of her and kind of signal it by

drifting it above her head.

She started to make this spazzed hair swish that made

her hair-band all of her hair tumbling down.

It was alarming enough to see that I thought

something was wrong with her.

We just stared.

"What was that?" she asked :O

I handed over the paper, "Your Maths paper."

And we racked over our chairs close to two minutes.

Oh Vadee, you give us something to blog about.

My love to you.

I'm sorry I tainted your image in such short seconds.

My bad.

But that really made my day :)

Scruple Hazardous

LOVELY
SARCASTIC

I am being a little Hazardous for a Scruple but :

The enamored side of me (the romantic/tipsy/flirty/poetic/overall poofy pink feminine side) told me to come out with something like a parent to a child to 'dip in' the public high-chlorine-content swimming pool.

Do something.

The logical side of me (the panic button/silent/chilly/intimidating/overall unapproachable steel side) scrambled to its feet and stomped down the idea like fire on mat and kept my lips locked shut safely.

Do not dare.

The reflexive side of me (the jolting/conspicous/spontaneous/accidental/overall oops! side) clenched my fist as the thought swept in and booted out in a flash and I tipped to my left side out of unbalance to the normal equilibrium.

Do make a decision already!

The sensing side of me (the ouch!/the mmm/the yowzah!/the what?/overall abundance of surprise side) felt the brushful scrape of my shoulder on his.

Do I felt something there...

My eyes flitted to him.

He was staring back.

Enamor : Oh.

Logic : YOU ARE SO SCREWED!

Reflex : *quirks elbow*

Sense : *tingles*

Lips : Hi.

And I found the lost side of me.

Clean Cut

a new look

for a new me?

I just got well.

having my first arrival of the week to school tomorrow.

Not so dandy thinking about the homework.

But I cannot afford to miss my beloved Add Maths&Chemistry

Also my test results.

*swallows nervously*

So Hats Off?

officially off of vacation

Having The Last Laugh Part 3

"Why must the good die young?

Because all the evil people killed them."

Lock And Swallow

Gabbed and Gasped

"When you truly believe in yourself, you don't need to pull other people down."

- Quinn Fabray, Glee

The quote tells it all.
I am always disturbed of blogs that dissed people they don't like.

Fat, Attention-Seeker or Repulsive

those are things I rather press a happy muffled pillow over.
I come across those kind of blogs more than I like to.

Why do that, right?

It doesn't make people respect you.
(Or do you really want people to hold no respect to you anymore?)

But who am I, in this world, to tell other people what to do?

There are enough people
out there who talk about other people
who talk about bad things about other people.

Why should I add myself into that pile?

Perhaps they should just be left alone in their shallow waters.
In the ignorance.

They'll learn through the thick mist.
Somehow, sometime.

Even if it's with the hard way.

"The most intelligent thing that Man can do is not talk."

There is some wisdom to that.

Kata Mulut, Badan Binasa

Rough Translation : Said the Mouth, Body Destroys

Now lock and swallow before it's too late.
(If you rather keep it open, then I wish you the best of wishes.)

this is too cute :p

Love This Line

i speak

cupcake

So Hard To Come By

Gabbed and Gasped

Well, I'm bored you see.

Suppose to study for Biology, Physics, History and Physical Ed (there's a paper for it. yes.)

But um. No. Felt like talking to a post :)

I began to think that I haven't shared enough.

About my life, plentiful.

But what about what I like? ---Did I sound narcissistic. I think so. My bad.

On the other hand, this is good as a remembrance to myself.

When I can't recall what I use to hear in my 'early years.'

That would be nice.

I've finish some project and listen to songs. It helps me calm down.

Here, I just feel like posting a lyric.

One of my preferred songs from Danger Radio

(and my preference to this band is endless),

Alive For The First Time.

click to play :)

Broken down and I can't sleep

Torn apart for all to see

Trying hard but feeling weak

From the suspension

Came along and you saved me

Held me high and helped me see

Calmed by your serenity

So I listen.

She said:

Maybe we'll escape and go into the water

Travel far away from fear and disaster

Take a chance and run now

I still can't believe

Could you be the one that rescues me?

I'm alive for the first time

Let's see if can you rescue me

I've got a feeling like a third degree

I'm burning, baby, burning

Gonnna lose my mind

And I feel alive for the first time.

I'm alive for the first time

Let's see is it meant to be

I'm locked up can you find the key?

I'm burning, baby, burning

Gonna lose my mind

And I feel alive for the first time

Burnt by misconceptions

Torn by lies and misbelief

Holding strong as I seek

Intervention

On a path to redemption

~~Slowly dying underneath~~

She stands right beside of me

Never questions.

She said:

Maybe we'll escape and go into the water

Travel far away from fear and disaster

Take a chance and run now

I still can't believe

Could you be the one that rescues me?

I'm alive for the first time.

Let's see can you rescue me

I've got a feeling like a third degree

I'm burning, baby, burning

Gonna lose my mind

And I feel alive for the first time.

I'm alive for the first time

Let's see can you rescue me

I've got a feeling like a third degree

I'm burning, baby, burning

Gonnna lose my mind

And I feel alive for the first time

I'm alive for the first time

Let's see is it meant to be

I'm locked up can you find the key

I'm burning, baby, burning

Gonna lose my mind

And I feel alive for the first time

I'm alive for the first time

Let's see can you rescue me

I've got a feeling like a third degree

I'm burning baby burning

Gonna lose my mind

And I feel alive for the first time.

I adore this song.

It mixes grit and desperation so poetically.

One of the many reason I love (hearts, hearts, hearts involve)

Danger Radio.

They are simply.awesome.

that is my taste

for what i think

should be music.

got a problem?

Having The Last Laugh Part 2

One would hope that I would be well.

I hope I would one day be too.

But on the other hand, you don’t.

Your job, your pleasure, is to keep me with you.

And we both know that prevents me to be well.

If there was any person to be dubbed purely selfish:

You are it.

And if there was any person to be dubbed purely selfless:

No one is.

I have made a promise to myself.

And breaking a promise I made for myself is just wrong

So I would learn to be without you

And you in turn, need to learn to be without me

We will both suffer, I know.

It is a heavy price for our heavy mistake.

Understand: Your and my existence was not a mistake,

Our existence was.

You might hate me for leaving you.

And if you want to come back to me, I will not deny you.

We are just ill-advised. We cannot live without each other.

But we cannot live with each other any longer.

So here I say: I have let you go. Now do the same for me.

“Don’t let me go? Please, I have day job.”

Shocking Poetry