Title: Peace

Who is to say,
That world peace is an advantage
Over sorrow, or hatred.
I find sadness an admirable quality,
To be taken in to the abyss
Of the soul.
Bitterness rather than happiness
Makes the world all the more delightable,
Where the darkness wrenches your heart,
until sweetness is produce as a result.
Of envy and jealousy,
Where the two rule side by side,
Is the result of today,
The competition, the mentality
and the definition of who’s the first.
Ask me again,
If world peace is worth achieving for,
A stale state of unendurable perfection
With a deadly silence, whose only achievement
Is an intolerable, unbearable madness.


From the inspiration of insomnia and the words of one who has never liked to read poetry or ever bothered to learn literature because it is boring.

For those very few that stumble upon my lost blog.


Enjoy the sandless beach and hear hear......

The world's stupidest question I've ever heard.

I attended a taiwanese catch-up on the beginning of school year meeting. While eating dinner, a vietnamese sat next to me friend.

Me: Hi, im "D"
Him: Hi, im Mike. Where are you from?
Me: Malaysia.
Him: What? (cant hear) Beijing? Is Beijing in China???
Me: *mouth wide open* Eh, yea. *My fren laughing*
Him: What? I dont know much about asia. So anyway, is thai people from thailand or taiwanese?
Me: *laughing and looking really incredulous* of course thailand!
Him: How would I know? I mean, thai can be from taiwan as well. They sound the same! So what do they call people from taiwan?
Fren: *laughing so hard* Taiwanese!

A vietnamese who doesnt know Asia. My first encounter in a year - He must be a real dork. Either that or he is just playing dumb.

Just like explaining geek to a Frenchie.

Frenchie: So what is a geek?
Fren and I: a geek is a nerd.
Frenchie: eh, what? what is a nerd?
Fren and I: a dork.
Frenchie: what? dog?
Fren and I: no...dork...a very nerdy person.
Frenchie: ???
Fren and I: someone who looks really geeky.
Frenchie: so what is a geek?
Fren and I: a nerd, dork.
Frenchie: *lost*

Hehehehee. My fren and I were laughing so hard while explaining to him and looking at his confused expression, and his beautiful hint of the French accent.

Frenchie: Man, I can't get any american girls.
Fren and I: It's the accent.
Frenchie: What's wrong with my accent?
Fren and I: You sound more American, so its no longer that romantic.
Frenchie: !!!! 0_o

The sky is falling...


I am a disgrace. My father recently sent me a farewell letter for me to edit. And while it sounds strange to me, having for a mother an english teacher who could every well performed the same task, I am still nevertheless assigned to practice my editing skills on a man who is a brillant chemist.

How unfortunately then for me when I realize that daddy can write. Pretty well, if I might add. In all my years of reading, I noticed that brillant people can write very well, content-wise. For a man who spent his lifetime counting numbers and blewing up the lab, his writing skills have not certainly not declined.

Why I am of mediocre talent, I have no idea. It is time for me to retire. May my father live another 40 more years so that he can spent the next 20 replacing me as presumbly my future job as a writer and the next 20 enjoying his retirement.

After withdrawing from university, I will, in any case, follow my mother's footsteps in finding a brillant husband, who is, not forgetting, richer than me.

Chicken Little is right. The sky is falling.

I have the powers to feel futuristic vibes (anticipation plus imagination). When I feel lucky, i'm lucky. When I feel a foreboding death... Stop! Don't think about it, no! But I think about it, imagine it, visualize it, and it comes TRUE...

I officially hate Wednesdays. There is nothing more fun than waking up at 730a.m. and hitting the snooze button indefinitely until my biological clock blares a red alert, and rush me into superwoman mode, where it takes only 10 mins to get out of the house and run to the bus-stop. Yes. 10 mins. Forgo the face-washing, lotion-creaming, daily fiber-drinking. There is simply no time! And while im at it (complaining), I might as well add that after my 830a.m. class, I have an unwanted long 4 hours break before my next class. Following that, a back to back 3 hours work, class again, and 3 MORE hours of work before my day is officially done at 12 a.m.

Fun!

Of course, it hasnt happen yet. But it will soon. Just like the previous semester, and the semester before that, and the semester before that. Isn't it lucky that I always somehow manage to enroll in the stu-pid 830a.m. class, when I know that I wont sleep till at least 2p.m.

It's 2a.m and I'm not asleep. Like I didnt expect that.

I got a tattoo! I got a tattoo!

Nice. I like it. But one of the leaves is smudge. All because I wanted to erase the previous rose and place it in a new location. Now its right at the back of my leg, at the ankle area. Cool. Its going to last anywhere from a day to a week. I'll see about that.

Came back from California. Work for two freaking tiring days in a desperate attempt to earn back $1200. Had a meeting sat morning, which i totally forgot until friday night, when I checked my email. Woke up with a backache, and fortunately, my friend called to say we have a ride, or I would spent my zombie hours walking to school.

Classes are starting soon and I can't wait. Yea right. At least my pay increase my $0.50. This, Im excited.

I cut my hair. First time by a professional, and she was really a professional. Some people finish their hair cut in 15 mins, mine took 1hr 30 mins. See! 50 bucks for that. And all I got was bangs and layered hair. Japanese style! Moshi Moshi *smiles real cute*. *Gag*. But I still like my haircut. Only problem: It's hair to look evil when you are cute.

Hehehehehe. Muahahahaha. Boo!

I'm supposed to be sleeping now, as the sun is getting brighter! I know, Im such a night owl. Either that or I just love procastinating to keep me happy.

Anyway, I was searching through some plastic bags to take a few as a reward to california, where they can have the highest honor of storing my dirty clothes, shoes, etc. Hehehe.

And suddenly, eeek! I found this...

Shit, I thought, who ripped the plastic bag apart! Man, its seriously in bad shape. I thought the other plastic bags scratched it and tore it, but...scratch that, its falling apart. Scary. Then, a rat popped up in my head. Gag. Ill.

Nah. I havent seen any rats around.

Suddenly, I realized its a JUSCO bag, biodegradable. Hehehe. But degraded until like that!!!!??? Wah! What a horrible sight. *Shiver*

I came last august, so now it's ... oh, august! Man, time really flies. So it takes one year for a JUSCO bag to degrade to that state. Ill. I wonder if i more JUSCO bags hidden inside my brown paper bag, where I store the nice plastic bags in my room.

I think I will go to the kitchen to get the walmart ones instead.

Darn. Its 7:05 a.m. Two hours more to sleep before I have to leave for my flight.

*Yawn* Stupid JUSCO bag, waste my time.

Ta-ta! I'm off to CALIFORNIA.

Bisou bisou,
:)