tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62253002011-09-20T00:18:11.923+08:00terse somethingstea tempestuous temperamental temporary tendentious tender tentative tempura tepid tasty t(d)electable terminal terse turmoilrnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-41257978985612012052010-06-23T01:10:00.002+08:002010-06-23T01:33:36.516+08:00it has been two days since i returned from the trip and as always, there is a pang of loss. i am aware i should be grateful for even having been on a trip. or perhaps the awareness of what is to be in the next few days is dampening my mood. perhaps.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-48248091482570150322009-09-01T00:54:00.005+08:002009-09-01T01:00:43.319+08:00Ramadhan Mubarak. A simple du'a (supplication)May Allah help us to purify our hearts, strengthen our faith, and enable us to meet every challenge, and overcome every difficulty in our lives. May Allah allow us to serve Him with sincerity in our work, study, professional, business, family and social lives. When the time comes for us finally to return to Him, may Allah admit us to the companionshiprnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-3073873780317404382008-12-14T23:19:00.004+08:002008-12-14T23:24:06.005+08:00dear God, give us the strength to accept the things we cannot change. dear God, give us the patience to adapt to the things we cannot change. dear God, give us the conscience to give back to You as You have given to us.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-49038137879979756622008-10-23T11:49:00.005+08:002008-10-23T11:58:41.203+08:00i saw a stranger whose face was screwed up in confusion of the moment, whose hands were finding a purpose in that moment, whose lips quivered in the awkwardness, whose forehead wrinkled in exhaustion, whose shoulders drooped even on days when the sun was out, the sky clear and children's laughter and the rustling of leaves lingered in the background.i saw what i could be. i wrote the above on octrnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-89042758569202820682008-10-22T23:38:00.008+08:002008-10-22T23:47:18.783+08:00and then there's you.trying to get back to you but elusive you remain.or am i not trying hard enough?alongside you id like to be.a whiff of you would suffice.you whom ive yet to meet. my thoughts let me down.for they are a constant reminder of what has yet to be. but then theres you.without you, i continue to seek these temporary thoughts. rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-56464669116080992182008-08-09T00:12:00.005+08:002008-08-09T00:15:54.006+08:00last friday, had some grand dinner.sat with an old primary school mate.also sat with j.ahh j.j.j.if only.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-4646130991796504672008-05-08T00:29:00.005+08:002008-05-08T01:00:07.604+08:00been a year since i last penned down my thoughts online. highly doubt anyone noticed.too many things have happened and are happening that it would require too long a blog entry.i'll try to be succinct about it eh:ive found a stupendous spectacular friend in Emen. ive graduated from NUS.ive applied to NIE.ive survived the 10 week practicum.ive a new home.ive grown. ive aged.ive wrinkles.ive moved rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-68946937332603370952007-04-08T23:50:00.000+08:002007-04-09T00:08:03.839+08:00'a bitter song by butterfly boucher'been more than a year y nadie notó que me fueron.e non comunicherò con lui più.un ami. dans lui.peut-être qui pourrait me rappeler de sourire comme je une fois avant.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1142875217200354542006-03-21T01:18:00.001+08:002009-04-17T12:50:52.243+08:00'el manana by gorillaz'they are leaving later this morning at ten. cant see them off. its for the best.many months since.hope youre doing well..rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1130949142616118212005-11-03T00:26:00.000+08:002005-11-03T00:32:22.616+08:00this is incredibly thrilling and liberating - well somewhat - its not like im a-outta chasing dr or ej or jb or any of them other abbreviations. the essays are finally completed and im beat. but this ive gotta say, after so long, is simply thrilling. there is no word ceiling. no double spacing. no justification. no spell checker. no grammar checker. no bibliographies. no footnotes. no need for rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1130948752220111642005-11-03T00:24:00.000+08:002005-11-03T00:25:52.233+08:00i refreshed my blog and realised how ungrateful i sound.so...Dear God,i seriously do appreciate the rains.Amin.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1130948247301202972005-11-03T00:13:00.000+08:002005-11-03T00:21:00.773+08:00'whirring by ceiling fan in the stud room'its that time of the year again whereeverything comes charging with no mercy.but somehow withHis will,we manage to brave the most turbulent winds and PMS-ish fiery thunderstormsand of course them BLINKING essays !!!we survive all these each year to share them horrid fearfull tales..right then.a wonderful Eid to you.and God bless..Slamat Rari Raya !!!rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1128442775871357402005-10-05T00:11:00.000+08:002005-10-05T00:19:35.876+08:00'whirring by bedroom ceiling fan'Ramadhan Mubarak is here.Peace and happiness be upon you.Slamat bepuasa!rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1128357299989383762005-10-04T00:14:00.000+08:002005-10-04T00:49:36.293+08:00'banana pancakes by jack johnson'cant you see that its raining. aint no need to go outside.we could close the curtains and pretend there aint no world outside.ahaha. mmhmmm. lets just pretend we the only people around.telephone rings and we dont pick up.everything we need is here and everything here is enough?mmhmmm. wake up slow he says.its the bleeding eight week of school !!!i cant wake up rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1127876418364442572005-09-28T10:46:00.000+08:002005-09-28T11:00:18.370+08:00'growling by mine tummy'readings and tutorials to keep up. essays buzzing round. bleargh.с днем рождения raudha..rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1126538690975287062005-09-12T18:40:00.000+08:002005-09-12T23:24:51.030+08:00'pitter patter by the rain'ay caramba. look at the time and day. the weather is lovely. simply wicked. the hard drizzle, the grumpy thunder, the flasing lightning. such moments are rare and im hungry. watched the conversation earlier and it was not much of a conversation; not me cup of tea y'know..but anyhows on the whole it was thought provoking as the people being spied on were not the victims rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1126150117240073392005-09-08T11:17:00.000+08:002005-09-08T11:29:48.883+08:00'wings a-flappin by diana and raudha'SJ remembers our name !!!!haiz.........................omiGOD !!!!so towards dismissal, SJ asked what else he could do for us -i just smiled, grinned, beared it all - it being my teeth lar..oh and my mind spoke - my id spoke !bwahahahahaha !!!amlit now..later.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1125760003557307982005-09-03T22:27:00.000+08:002005-09-03T23:11:22.656+08:00'miracle by josh rouse'it comes when happiness overwhelms. it comes and happiness leaves abruptly- you are left doubting whether happiness was an illusion, a dream, a yesterday too far away worth reminiscing. it comes and stays- gnawing slowly almost as if dancing with you, teasing and taunting its hold on you. it comes and it feels forever- it feels like your heartbeat, your breath, your hair rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1125530620837870632005-09-01T07:12:00.000+08:002005-09-01T07:25:27.316+08:00'sniffles by yours truly'its a cold morning. physical cold- the one where your teeth chatter, where youve worn a jacket and socks and wrapped a blanket around you- cold. where you sneeze and sniffle because of the very cold of the morning..and its a thursday morning people!thursday morning! if youve noticed..its a thursday morning!! one day away from the...(queue drumroll) weekends! thats right rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1125509173484141082005-09-01T01:11:00.000+08:002005-09-01T01:33:54.303+08:00'whirring by the ceiling fan'who would have thought id be up at 1:11am of sept 1st eh? i sure wldnt...anyways tmr's israk mikraj.its encouraged for you to practise khir so in otherwise -think, speak, act and be goodtry anyways. it is afterall only an encouragement not a demand.so..tmr tutorial's at ten and SJ is going to be there. then after amlit, we'll meet for the movie analysis shite. not rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1125331672653814262005-08-29T23:45:00.000+08:002005-08-30T00:07:52.693+08:00'little things by matthew ryan'the little things mean everything said ryan or does he really? cos if ryan's girl were to think that him saying hi to the new female neighbour who is sizzling and prickly like the rich red red rose- would mr ryan still be crooning bout how the little things mean everything? hmm..id think mrs ryan would be the one with the mike then..ahaha.so we watched dead again rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1124986362790334422005-08-25T23:58:00.000+08:002005-08-26T00:15:13.043+08:00'palpitation by my heart'and so there i was breathing heavily from a ridiculous realisation-knocked the door and excused myself.the heart thumping hard from the haste.took my seat next to diana- nearly slumped into it before i caught myself with whatever grace i had left from the perspiration and heavy breathing-SJ! directly opposite me! SJ!SJ is whoa.......my heart continued thumping hard. dianarnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1124985006256301782005-08-25T23:17:00.000+08:002005-08-25T23:50:06.316+08:00three names you go by:1. raudha 2. siti3. raudhathree screen names you have had:1. spaceinvadersonearth2. dutzar3. ichqueerthree physical things you like about yourself:1. feet2. hands3. pupilsthree physical things you dont like about yourself:1. sneezer2. sneezer3. hiccupperthree things that scare you:1. losing family2. God's wrath3. losing myselfthree of your everyday essentials:1. mobile2. rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1124810237628844752005-08-23T23:09:00.000+08:002005-08-23T23:19:15.286+08:00Yet there are menWho take (for worship)Others besides Allah,As equal (with Allah):They love themAs they should love Allah,But those of Faith areOverflowing in their loveFor Allah. If onlyThe unrighteous could see,Behold, they would seeThe Punishment: that to AllahBelongs all power, and AllahWill strongly enforceThe Punishment.2:165rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1124706579963161742005-08-22T18:27:00.000+08:002005-08-22T18:29:39.970+08:00'high and dry by radiohead'am in the library now. realised that with the construction going on, level three has no reception and that my dad could be pissing mard trying to call me right this second. so im off.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1124513523453183332005-08-20T12:39:00.000+08:002005-08-20T12:52:03.456+08:00'water running by the pool'made tea earlier- just two cups- one for dad and the other for me. and so i was on ivle and i realised a lil too late that xd no longer has webcast. wonderful. simply wonderful. so ive got the text infront of me and the powerpoint of lecture two waiting in the background. and now im watching lost where humphrey's learning to fish and in the process, steps on an urchin. rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1124351181437667542005-08-18T15:34:00.000+08:002005-08-18T15:46:21.650+08:00'group discussion by an anonymous group'longfellow, whitman, dickinson - poets we've read and rode and somewhat gotten rid of given that its now the end of the second week of school.ftt's tmr at 3.and lots of readings to even read, ride and rid of.tutorials begin next week.calm down. its natural to feel overwhelmed by the immense load.it is natural and it is in nature that the child will soon rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1123869639634892122005-08-13T02:01:00.000+08:002005-08-13T02:00:39.640+08:00'a good man is hard to find by sufjan stevens'interesting day. was up by 630am. did the necessary. prepared breakfast for them. showered them with love and bade them gdbye. prepared breakfast for me. driving at 930am. after which, it was at tiong bahru to get the concession card. then home for early lunch with elmo and mr noodles. then movie. then tea. then shop. then home again. rest. played rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1123823558958248322005-08-12T13:09:00.000+08:002005-08-12T13:12:38.963+08:00'elmo's world by elmo'its one o nine. just had lunch. im going to go eat an orange. so many books to read..at the moment its lem's solaris. im going to watch elmo and mr noodle while eating the orange.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1123479095111496472005-08-08T13:31:00.000+08:002005-08-08T13:31:35.116+08:00'sounds of haggling, music, chatter by the rabble at the forum'in half an hour's time, its back to the lecture hall for a four hour looong lecture and a movie. by the way, i was under the bad careless impression that school started at nine tday. so there i was rushing in ungraceful haste to lt10 only to find it unlit and unoccupied. sat down, took a breather, took out the comp and logged on to rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1123430956525210222005-08-08T00:05:00.000+08:002005-08-08T00:10:01.583+08:00'grace by shapiro project'am sleepy. tomorrow lessons from nine to six. watching casablanca tomorrow. lt10. four to six. have never seen that before so am looking forward to those time slots. tomorrow is a long day - substantiates the term 'monday blues', innit?rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1123342365512810052005-08-06T23:32:00.000+08:002005-08-07T00:03:32.503+08:00before doing aishah's linked test, i watched constantine with my parents. mom was in a scatter. she left shortly after constantine talked to the soldier-demon in the little girl. eheh. i was enjoying myself. horror genre with the reeves. it shld really be hell but he brightens things up you know. his character definitely brought in the laughters. cynical humour he has. which is a-peel-ling. rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1123301561908578972005-08-06T12:04:00.000+08:002005-08-06T12:12:41.906+08:00'keep on hoping by raul midon'feel so full and empty. and sleepy.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1123300916965961432005-08-06T11:52:00.000+08:002005-08-06T12:18:43.400+08:00'she cries your name by beth orton'slept near three after finishing the book. am beat. woke up tday and stayed up. been staying up. unlike aishah and noraida who have stayed up much longer. going to read the other book and play reversi while i 'read'.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1123231041556683452005-08-05T16:43:00.000+08:002005-08-05T16:43:24.130+08:00'ok by tommy stinson'wheres the truth? whats to be believed? or does it matter at all?when mass murder's been answered with mass murder,rape with rape, hate with hate,theres no longer much meaning in asking whose ax is much bloodier.evil, on evil, piled on evil.is there any justification..? how can we know?they have to say what will least displease their government;ours have to say what will rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1123204048778898812005-08-05T09:04:00.000+08:002005-08-05T09:07:28.783+08:00'bird stealing bread by iron & wine'men must fumble awhile with error to separate it from truth, i think-as long as they dont seize the error hungrily because it has a pleasanter taste.a canticle for leibowitz, walter m.miller, jr.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1123048565963560312005-08-03T13:49:00.000+08:002005-08-04T15:03:47.043+08:00'talking while chewing by patrons of mcdonalds'at causeway point mcdonalds as i frantically struggle to log on to the bleeding cors website. haiz. its likely to be busy now since the open bidding is about to close in nine minutes. argh..bleeding internet is running so slooowly. come on! we're at a fast food joint. geez. fast food- fast internet laar..aiyoh. its like waiting for mcdonalds from rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1122877241714311172005-08-01T14:12:00.000+08:002005-08-01T14:20:41.720+08:00- i, robot- batman returns- crime and punishment in suburbia- millionsmovies ive watched tday.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1122614691998710992005-07-29T13:28:00.000+08:002005-07-29T13:29:35.030+08:00and so it was..over and under. over and out. over and done with. yays! ahh allow me to drown myself in sloth for one last week..and yet the books are staggeringly high and thick and profuse. no no. a sloth i will be for one last week before the 13! weeks of trepidation and turmoil. yes..slothy i will be!hbp lets get under the covers !rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1122484940340084122005-07-28T01:11:00.000+08:002005-07-28T01:24:26.700+08:00'familiar snoring by precious dad'apart from the familiar snoring, legend's ordinary ppl is playing in the background and hes crooning abt taking it slow. and i sure am taking it slow with these computing notes. cos a part of me is saying raudha youve been through them lectures. the lecturer has been through each of them slides so just take it sloow..and yet somebody else- someone rational and rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1122380732858975352005-07-26T20:13:00.000+08:002005-07-26T20:27:56.470+08:00'once around the block by badly drawn boy'it has come to a point where my nick is just a full stop. the dot. the little circle that follows after every sentence. the period. it has come to that because it has been dwindling to that.my hbp is hiding in the cupboard since the 16th because of classes and exam and presentation and test and project. it has been sitting there because i had to put him rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1122342158550534782005-07-26T09:41:00.000+08:002005-07-26T09:42:38.550+08:00'autumn leaves by exit flare'laters presentation. fridays exam. and now im off to rest..rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1121882604204768242005-07-21T01:51:00.000+08:002005-07-21T02:03:24.210+08:00'autumn leaves by miles davis'near two in the morning of the 21st july.happy racial harmony day to them who believe and practise harmony amongst all races.come friday, driving at eight and the first of three ordeals..friday's ordeal lasts for an hour if youre one to round off numbers. in actuality, it wld last for 55minutes. thats 3 300 seconds. lets see..tday ive been up since about six thirty. rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1121684111329997182005-07-18T18:57:00.000+08:002005-07-18T18:56:13.990+08:00home alone at seven in the evening after a long time. heres to a fulfilling night. two weeks till the ordeal of tests end. then the one precious week till school. argh. strangely enough i found time for a movie this thursday. dont know what we'd be watching. maybe the island? ewan's in it along with girl with the pearl earring. now shall try my hand at html and javascripting.1. you do mean alot!2rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1121622298441689862005-07-18T01:41:00.000+08:002005-07-18T01:44:58.443+08:00'gold in the air of summer by kings of convenience'without giving anything away..this used to be the home of a friend of mine.the house is white but the paint is coming off.its a good thing that you came along with me.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1121621802733244892005-07-18T01:31:00.000+08:002005-07-18T01:45:50.630+08:00'you got the style by athelete'o.no.gonna put my foot in it again.think back.cant believe that it was me who said that.last time.i promise i'll bite my tongue until i.count to ten.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1120546120462308652005-07-05T14:12:00.000+08:002005-07-05T14:48:40.473+08:00'the whirring of the harddisk - computing school programming lab one'in the room enjoying myself. the module has been fun thus far. have to keep up with the lectures though..our project's with regards to food! yay! im taking pictures with jolin. she suggests video recording us cooking! yay!rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1120307806181956682005-07-02T20:32:00.000+08:002005-07-02T20:36:46.186+08:00'habibi de mis amores - alabina'intrigue is an incredible tool. the teasing charms of mystery with-holding information. deliberate evasion and oblivion though full of this tease can annoy. especially when youve been with-held longer than you can handle. lets do a csi.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1118856538232926402005-06-16T01:23:00.000+08:002005-06-16T01:30:12.670+08:00'cayman islands by kings of convenience'been watching friends these days. been trying to catch up with friends as well. this week at least, ive talked to sharon tay, vicknesh, firuz, taufiq,and waheeda. ppl grow up too fast these days to catch up with the times. and the times, on their part, are sprinting ahead of us. if i have the opportunity, before i heave my last breath, i'll acknowledge my rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1118433722420909542005-06-11T03:58:00.000+08:002005-06-11T04:02:02.426+08:00'speed of light by joseph arthur'its almost four and im up. and im keeping up for him. dont know whether i love him but i sure do care for him. rights. back to playing dominoes.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1118110244527994892005-06-07T10:06:00.000+08:002005-06-07T10:10:44.530+08:00'twenty-something by jamie cullum'im in school on a computer course. yesterday we learnt to flash. eheheh. tday we learn to adobe photos! yay..something ive been trying to learn by myself. will enjoy tdays lesson. these past few days have been normal. tmr im going out for a movie and food and walking around botanic gardens. aah. the lesson was supposed to start at 945. left home at 845 and yet rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1117535966537296632005-05-31T18:35:00.000+08:002005-05-31T18:40:47.460+08:00'across the night by silverchair'across the night i fell in love with people sleeping!yesterday nights i couldnt sleep because of issues in life and! because of the bleeding crickets! goodness.......them crickets are loud. ahahaa. we know its 3 in the morning but at least keep it down and subtle.rub yourself with less vigour perhaps?goodness.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1117216479462112062005-05-28T01:51:00.000+08:002005-05-28T09:26:25.526+08:00'end of our days by howie day'at the end of the day, i will slip it all away. at the end of our days. for now, lets bottle it all up. cos its safer this way. dont you think? no worries, i wont implode nor explode. i'll just fill bottled up. thanks to torres for the chat. im honoured good sir :)take care all..rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1116931760818805382005-05-24T18:20:00.000+08:002005-05-24T18:49:20.823+08:00'narcolepsy by ben folds'nothing hurts when i go to sleep BUT im not tired. i know it seems that i dont care but something in me does, i swear. i dont remember all last year. i left you late to cry the tears while i was dreaming. im drowning. save me. wake me. i should warn you i go to sleep. yes i havent been tired these nights. cant fall asleep. take care all..rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1116469837090837632005-05-19T10:25:00.000+08:002005-05-19T10:30:37.096+08:00'wouldnt it be nice by beach boys'wouldnt it be nice if we were older. wouldnt it be nice if we remained young. it would be nice.but the more we talk about it, it seems to be worse to be without it.the boys think otherwise.ay..i have a long day ahead.take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1116460786841455552005-05-19T07:55:00.000+08:002005-05-19T07:59:46.873+08:00'after all these years by silverchair'after all these years i am still here. still here with my parents, family, friends, acquaintances, strangers. after all these years forget the troubled times. remember them and Him. the air i still breathe, the steps i take, the sights i see, the warmth i feel, the cold i tremble, the luxuries of His gifts. take care all..rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1116178432695533772005-05-16T01:30:00.000+08:002005-05-16T01:33:52.700+08:00amused i am at myself. its just been the second week of hols and im looking back. not looking forward to the days ahead despite them being holidays. days ahead are filled with work. work unlike literature or south asia or film or even tree diagrams! o goodness me..so if there is anything or anyone with propositions of perpetual fun and intrigue for the next months to come- come around puhleeeese.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1115951162680022882005-05-13T10:22:00.000+08:002005-05-13T10:26:02.686+08:00'misread by kings of convenience'it has been an eventful week. sunday saw me with sandra at starbucks. wednesday had me interpreting. thursday was full of posing and eating and laughing with and at friends. and tday- hmm..take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1115537941906319012005-05-08T15:35:00.000+08:002005-05-08T15:39:01.910+08:00'gay bar by electric six'reminds me of david. ahhahs. its a sunday and davids shiny head looms in my mind..this is wrong!take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1115285830076823762005-05-05T17:30:00.000+08:002005-05-05T17:38:46.570+08:00'changes by tupac'change is the only constant. thats just the way it is. things will never be the same. a year has passed and many more years ahead for us to pass. hang in there. have faith and no matter, strive forward. this life is no trilogy and im neither frodo's soulmate nor neo's love child. im His. God willing, He continues to spread the love and gratitude and all things we overlook. hey, rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1115226396985727042005-05-05T00:55:00.000+08:002005-05-05T01:06:37.060+08:00'blurry by puddle of mudd'everythings so blurry..(un)preoccupied without you. i cannot live at all. my whole world surrounds you..its the holidays. the first day of a long holiday- 3 months of. well if you consider this morning then itd be the second day. no matter. its the holidays. its a long one and everythings so blurry. hope to get some routine back in my life. for sure the tv and the pc arernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1115137594459855792005-05-03T23:43:00.000+08:002005-05-04T00:27:58.310+08:00'good times gonna come by aqualung'do i think good times are coming? aqualung seems to think so; seemingly. hmm. the exams are over. the final arrears are over for now. but do i think good times gonna come right after? stroll into my life like the normal breeze that caresses your cheek on a clear day? good times gonna come like the water that flows when you turn the faucet? do you think good rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1114960884056057122005-05-01T23:18:00.000+08:002005-05-01T23:21:46.183+08:00'collide by howie day'happy labour day. not that it matters to me considering i dont work for a living. all i did today was spend it in school. oh yes. on a sunday! from eleven to six. uhuh..on a sunday! with shammima and pix but pix left before two because of tuition at three. uhuh..on a sunday! happy labour day and take care all..rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1114827705153361582005-04-30T10:19:00.000+08:002005-04-30T10:23:08.550+08:00thank God for wireless internet.amongst many other luxuries in life.AlhamduLillah.take care all..rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1114827442202974132005-04-30T10:10:00.000+08:002005-04-30T10:18:02.496+08:00'hey, that's no way to say goodbye by leonard cohen'good morning all. am in school awaiting the one oclock paper and im quite calm. i think. i might be in denial and not know it. you know how when one is in denial, one denies feeling nervous or sick or you know...i might be in denial and not know it. but o dam..'panic attack by turin brakes'its like a joke yahoolaunch is playing with me. blearghhrnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1114789335294350062005-04-29T23:37:00.000+08:002005-04-29T23:43:03.916+08:00'once around the block by badly drawn boy'its been three days since i last wrote and it feels (prepare yourself for the ever hackneyed expression)..it feels like years! no la. just feels longer than that. have a paper tomorrow (note that tmr is a saturday) at one in the afternoon. haiz. but life still goes on despite my ranting about it. i still have to sit for the exam no matter how bizarre my rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1114257372018052132005-04-23T19:54:00.000+08:002005-04-23T19:56:12.020+08:00'earthbound by conner reeves'havent heard this one for years. i wallowed myself in this song on the basis of a supposed failed relationship. hohohoho. man..i was young and idealistic. good times. then and now. righto. exams- focus!take care all...rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1114071256539480602005-04-21T16:11:00.000+08:002005-04-21T16:14:16.540+08:00'cayman islands by kings of convenience'consider this: ahh. wish i was on an island.bwahahahah. arent you already on one raudha? excuse me while i laugh at myself. bwahahahah. this is my 'take five' as brubeck highly recommends everytime i hear from him. so came around here to wish the warmest of warm wishes for the exams.for them who are loitering at home with nothing to do...keep quiet about rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1114044801635860122005-04-21T08:46:00.000+08:002005-04-21T08:56:08.196+08:00the wonder of time. we anticipate, we cringe, we enjoy, we long, we shudder - all these at/for time; before it comes, when it does and when it leaves. yesterday was like that. and it was wonderful- the hours spent with friends. looking forward to 16th. for now, its the exams for me. take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1113882286556199662005-04-19T11:39:00.000+08:002005-04-19T11:44:46.556+08:00'the shining by badly drawn boy'its the final lap - all you have to do is push on. push on despite the odds against you. come on lets do the shining- put a bit if not more sunshine in your life.exams are knocking at our door. lets open that door and push on and shine.be them exams or an assignment. lets face them with rigour. lets shine together.optimism is the key. take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1113494732673457652005-04-14T23:39:00.000+08:002005-04-15T00:06:48.626+08:00'i'd rather dance with you by kings of convenience'semester two has finally come to an end. lets do a dance! a dance for rain [of prosperity]..take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1113471124399217242005-04-14T17:23:00.000+08:002005-04-14T23:35:32.133+08:00'a good man is hard to find by sufjan stevens'a good mana good lifea good gradea good ____all of which are hard to find. unless youre easily pleased. easily satisfied. unless youre a grateful individual. unless youre a saint. unless youre not human?take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1113063156279808402005-04-10T00:07:00.000+08:002005-04-10T00:12:36.280+08:00it has come to: fight the forces! you can do it! youre almost there! come on! yeah! it has come to that and still, the eyes falter, the mind wanders, the finger clicks away, the heart sings, the head screams. it has come to that and still i have yet to read a page of my notes without procrastinating to some other thing that suddenly has to be done then and now or else some strange revelation rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1112800019285562562005-04-06T23:04:00.000+08:002005-04-06T23:06:59.286+08:00hide my head. i want to drown my sorrow. no tommorrow.ahahaha. she mocks at her sorrows. she is mad. she is ill. its warped. its twisted. its painful- these knots. only ONE can untie them. not today. tomorrow. though there may be no tomorrow. tomorrow it will be clearer. take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1112025888441101942005-03-29T00:01:00.000+08:002005-03-29T00:24:06.580+08:00'get busy by sean paul'do what da man say: ged bezey !exams are near and the semester's coming to an end. lets be spastic for a purpose this time round. forgive me- let me be spastic for a purpose this time round..righto.ged bezey!take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1111912253506695392005-03-27T16:26:00.000+08:002005-03-27T16:30:53.506+08:00'punch and judy by elliot smith'last i heard of punch and judy was about 8 years ago. arent i old..it was in primary school and my drama teacher then, ms anwara khatun, mentioned it a number of times. they were good times- primary school. to think i wanted out. but its all good. fact is i can still look back and laugh no matter how i did want out. exams in a few weeks time. and time travels rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1111732987849890222005-03-25T14:40:00.000+08:002005-03-25T16:35:51.806+08:00'the transfiguration by sufjan stevens'Main Entry: transfigurationPart of Speech: noun Definition: change Synonyms: about-face, adaptation, alteration, born again, changeover, exchange, flip-flop, flux, growth, innovation, metamorphosis,metanoia, metasis, modification, novelty, passage, passing, permutation, progress, qualification, reclamation, reconstruction, reformation, rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1111512948982606472005-03-23T01:32:00.000+08:002005-03-23T01:38:04.393+08:00'two way monologue by sondre lerche'start the two way monologue that speaks your mind. start the two way monologue with words that rhyme.we talk in two way monologues.......we do dont we? most evident in the blogs -right raudha? why of course raudha.take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1111512240415391902005-03-23T01:12:00.000+08:002005-03-23T01:30:13.256+08:00'i still havent found what im looking for by u2'done a bare bit of south asia earlier. and i still havent found what im looking for. be it in south asia or in life. well i have decided though on a lit major and that my hearts all out for my family but somehow, theres a void. sure i do what i wish whenever i am given the opportunity..and yet theres this echo.'come around by rhett miller'so come rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1111252215649908502005-03-20T01:03:00.000+08:002005-03-20T13:46:17.383+08:00'no name no.5 by elliot smith'got a broken heart. everybodys gonna laugh. everybodys gonna laugh.claimed smith in no name. im at it again. i think its the present- its warped deep. here and there. am not in them moods to tell all even to do so in codes. ays..im feeling optimistic. its overwhelming - its pissing me off. and the other. take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1111165112936786352005-03-19T00:57:00.000+08:002005-03-19T00:58:32.936+08:00'two way monologues by sondre lerche'no this is no shakespeare. this is good folk.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1111163830457597662005-03-19T00:30:00.000+08:002005-03-19T00:56:37.066+08:00'nobody's fault but my own by beck'the dreams in which im dying are the best ive ever had. im finding it hard to tell you. im finding it hard to take. people running in circles. its a very very mad mad world. children waiting for the day they feel good. happy birthday. happy birthday. happy days ahead. life is so perfect. i am feeling optimistic.this is news indeed. good weather ahead ladies and rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1110736237908156472005-03-14T01:48:00.000+08:002005-03-14T01:50:37.910+08:00'golden age by beck'if i ever had a golden age, it would have been last year.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1110735779219168552005-03-14T01:29:00.000+08:002005-03-14T01:46:25.010+08:00'we might as well be strangers by keane'the time is brought to you by raymond-weil. (the clock just chimed)ladeeda. its been a while since i last typed that out.ladeeda. this song brings back memories of when i began school last august. it was last august - a past full of hope and aspirations. is the present any different? fasure it is. wouldnt yours be? the only constant is change and you sure rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1110535167135961132005-03-11T17:56:00.000+08:002005-03-11T17:59:27.136+08:00'i'd rather dance with you by kings of convenience'first time i heard of them was about two years ago. theyre adorably dorky. their music speaks for itself a la keane or coldplay or travis. no harm in listening to them online but if you wish to fork out some thick wad of money, go get their album.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1110533630158500772005-03-11T17:33:00.000+08:002005-03-11T17:33:50.160+08:00'new slang by the shins'life is perfectrnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1110533332328023032005-03-11T17:19:00.000+08:002005-03-11T17:38:32.996+08:00'mad world by michael andrews'i find it kind of funny. i find it kind of sad. the dreams are dying.have you felt your dreams dying. unless youve lived in a dream all this while and the rains poured and wiped your soul clean of the fervent hopes brought about by the sun and the sky and the chirpings of the birds and the crunch of the fallen leaves and the sound of laughter and the cooing of babiesrnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1108482863844134662005-02-15T23:48:00.000+08:002005-02-16T00:00:07.510+08:00in honour of maintaining the ideal model of the procrastinator, i am here yet again typing terse somethings. so i was thinking ya while reading and listening to a bit of them jazz, brubeck came on with take five. ive mentioned him before in one of my entries. anyways. yes brubeck's on with take five and similarly in the previous entry, i was lamenting about my taking a five. this entry will take rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1108481910205021232005-02-15T23:01:00.000+08:002005-02-15T23:38:30.206+08:00it wrenches my heart when my eyes are nearly glued to each other and ive got to read this and everything else and this luuurvely song comes on. it wrenches my heart cos i know despite the eyes and the readings, i am willing to stay up til the song ends and thankfully, this song is produced in various lengths of time. this one happens to be just a trifling yet sensational 2minutes58seconds.ahhhhh.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1108376995857321032005-02-14T18:17:00.000+08:002005-02-14T18:34:48.460+08:00'autumn leaves by miles davis'it just hit me that we all have been given keys foc. and wahey! we are our own drivers..we are our own drivers and we havent had to pay for the keys. we have had to substantiate our actions yes. well at least thats how i look at it. and yet, it is our prerogative to fill the tank up, to clean the interior and to give the outside a scrub once in a while. so basically,rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1107735382428884642005-02-07T08:08:00.000+08:002005-02-07T08:17:24.520+08:00'my favourite things by john coltrane'
its eight in the morning and ive been up for near two hours now, before the sun rose. im under the covers typing this in my bedroom with the curtains drawn and yet the breeze manages to work its way through. nice. coltrane's with the sax now. and i was thinking besides the important things in life..i was thinking about my favourite things.
my favourite rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1107437282870371522005-02-03T21:12:00.000+08:002005-02-03T21:29:06.776+08:00hear a sad song and my hand reaches for the remote. watch a bleeding character on tv and my feet walks me out of the room. read about an ungrateful protagonist and my teeth grits, biting that repugnant us.
* does 'us' sound familiar?
repeat after me: us, us, us, us, us...
hopefully youve caught it.
anyways, when situations like these happen-- sad song, bleeding man, ungrateful punk-- you rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1107268327378545502005-02-01T22:25:00.000+08:002005-02-01T22:36:48.946+08:00with wandering eyes and a hunching back of burden, he asked me whether he has a long way to run.
do i have a long way to run?
with my own burdened back and eyes a-wandering, i revealed, consciously looking ahead and above.
i'd just run..
'run by collective soul'
take care all.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1107189750176314252005-02-01T00:06:00.000+08:002005-02-01T00:45:13.543+08:00'take five by dave brubeck'
ahh..if it were only possible. its only been the fourth week of school and im hoping against hopeless hope that somebody would say to me
TAKE FIVE, YOU DESERVE IT.
ooh the many fives ive taken. im sure they add up to a five figure.
take five all.
take care.rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1106752679518096572005-01-26T23:06:00.000+08:002005-01-26T23:22:04.360+08:00feel like going away. a holiday. feel like returning to a place where i could tap my feet to richards or lateef or adderley or keane or hot chocolate. returning to a time. a place. anywhere you know. where you could tap your feet without guilt. the gnawing issue here is of course that there are millions of words i have yet to put together and make sense of. you in this situation as well ya? well rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1106653920039519242005-01-25T19:51:00.000+08:002005-01-25T19:52:00.040+08:00'dat dere by cannon adderley'
rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1106652777772938512005-01-25T19:22:00.000+08:002005-01-25T19:51:00.116+08:00open yourself.
to be happy, be honest.
but to be honest to oneself may not work for all. what i had failed to acknowledge earlier was that we never are alone. yes, we may be alone in our thoughts, but never in person. our actions, i have come to believe and experienced, have its consequences. big or small-- they are irrevocably consequential.
its the cycle of life la. and its infuriating for rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1106618839078576172005-01-25T10:03:00.000+08:002005-01-25T10:08:45.050+08:00'my favourite things by john coltrane'
ahh. the time is early and it is much too bright a day for me to put my eyes to rest. the sun is up and so are many others. ive placed the chocolate out in the sun to make it stay up and runny. i like it when its runny-- just slithers down your throat like mud on pavement. slow thick ripples trickling down. ahh.
take care all. go be happy.
rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1106194368874817142005-01-20T12:02:00.000+08:002005-01-20T13:18:54.456+08:00lets be honest here.
i am alone typing away, slowly as one has to consider what to write yes?
as i was saying before i had to explain myself,
i am alone typing away at coffee club in school, waiting for my dad on this thursday afternoon, i wonder how honest we've ever been with each other and especially so, to ourselves.
i do not know who reads this and so i'd always address a 'you' in my rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225300.post-1106048561412333172005-01-18T19:41:00.000+08:002005-01-18T19:42:41.413+08:00ladeda..cof cof.
life's been a blast. thank God you have a roof.
take care all.
rnoreply@blogger.com