My thoughts. My feelings. My voice. My opinion. My objections. All these come purely from the heart, from mother earth. Honest, true words poured forth or typed forth through my very own finger tips. From my home, my zone, my life, my world.
Break It Up
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Feeling burdened by everything around you, with barely enough space to breathe?
I was Facebooking (what kind of word is this?!) the other day and I came across the profile of my secondary school classmate's brother. He passed away last year, after a battle with lung cancer. And guess what, if he were still alive today, he'd be sitting for his SPM in four months time... I teared a bit reflecting on how precious life is. Yet, people take it so lightly. They take theirs for granted and they even take other's life for granted like killing and murdering. Death, to me, was always associated with old people. You know, people with white hair, no teeth, wrinkly skin, that kind. But for the past year, I have heard of deaths of people younger than me. Sickness, accidents.. They kind of make me sit up straight in my chair and think. "We could die any moment." Honestly. Who says the Grim Reaper ain't gonna get you if you're young? It was heart wrenching when I saw friends of the boy, posting on his FB wall, wishing him wel...
I thought I had it all... I really did until that incident occurred. Now, I have lost all hope in life. I think that life is no longer worth living. What for, I ask myself. To suffer? To be slaves for another? Answering to his every beck and call. No! I do not want it to be that way. I do not want to live that way. I want to be free! I want my freedom. No strings attached. Just me, and my wings. So that I will be able to fly up to the skies and leave this mess down here below. But how long till I get there? I have decided to quicken that process. I laugh to myself silently as I peel the sealed rectangular silver packing open. Inside, the sharp blade glistened, beckoning to me. Carefully I take it out and examined it. I can see my reflection upon it. My hair, my face, my fake smile. I can see the haunted look in my eyes that has been there for years. I can see my jawbones protruding out., which gives my facial features a harsher look. As if in a daze, I walk into the ba...
I wanted to write about something else but I figured that it would be too morbid for some, so I decided not to. :) Anyway, yesterday was my late grandfather's first death anniversary. I won't say much cause I'll end up back on the morbid topic. Nearly everyone knows what happened with Empire shopping gallery. The blast that made it inoperable, save for the hotel and SOHO, for a month of two. Dad blurted out this funny line, as we were commenting on the crowd in Subang parade. He was saying that when Empire reopens, they will come back with full force. "The Empire strikes back..!!" Imagine Empire's logo here on the poster...hahaha. The Shopping Malls Wars Saga Continues. (Urgh, what a mouthful...lol.) I am hoping Empire reopens fast. I have a few things on my mind which I am having trouble jotting it down. Thus, the lack of posts... Sigh. I actually noticed I have been less and less expressive. I keep getting more reserved and quiet. Anyway, I a...
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