Do you hear me?

It has been a good 13 days since.

All I have to say is, perseverance and prayer makes all the difference.

Chin up. It's only the beginning.

:)

Aku Belum Mati.

I know this place seems like a corpse but in actual fact it isn't.

Sorry, I lied. It is.

So, here I am to revive this place with a little zing or two.

:)

Cheers everyone!

I am back!

Parting Gifts

The spirit of cleanliness had inspired my fingers that Saturday, and I was possessed. Throwing, recycling and more throwing seemed to be the only things on my mind. There behind a long forgotten cupboard was a tin of Wong Lo Kat. Bearing a message, "Drink when you are feeling tired", it was signed with the initials, PQ. It has been a year or so, since I have seen this girl who gave me the tin of herbal drink. This was one of the many parting gifts we gave each other before we went in our own ways.

Besides the drink, I was given a pair of shoes, which served me till its last straw throughout my Pre-U years, a hair band I still use until today, and a teddy bear. I see these items lying around, collecting dust, slowly losing the meaning behind its existence.

*****

When we were at National Service, everything meant everything. Being confined in limited space for a span of 3 months had restricted our minds from conceiving and discussing ideas that led us out of the camp's perimeter. We fought over the pettiest issues and laughed over the silliest things. We never spoke of anything that concerned of our future, we were only concern about the present and ourselves. Hence, when we began to leave, we were quite sure that we would miss each other so much, so we gave each other gifts, signed each others' shirts and books with promises of keeping in touch, (for probably the est of our lives).

Sadly, a few months in, our promises proved to be void.

*****

I held the tin in my hand, looked at the waste paper basket and tossed it in. Like our friendship, it was probably expired by now.

Faster, faster, faster...

In the world of Mac Donald's, microwaves and Maggi mee, the only word our generation wants to hear is FASTER. We're always trying to push technology beyond it's limits. Trying to make things work and function quicker than it can in its current position.

" Look, I got the iPhone 4."
"Oh really? What makes it better than the iPhone 3?"
"Urm, nothing much. But it's faster!"

"Awesome!"

Speed alone becomes a huge criteria that determines whether something is preferred or not, whether it is chosen, makes the market, remains in business or taken out, improvised and put back in for the challenge.

Whether it is an animate or inanimate object we express the similar anxiety and desperation for speed. If iPhones are the inanimate objects, let chickens represent your animate objects.

Our finger lickin' good friends have been injected with growth enhancing potions so that Colonel could serve us plumper chicken in bigger quantities everyday. We humans are willing to compromise our health, time and energy just to suit our impatient needs. No, not needs but wants.

What about our own lives? Don't we see the similar pattern?

Kindergarten, Primary school, Secondary school, College, University, Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Job Marriage, Children, Retirement, Death. The common drill.

We get so caught up in what the world wants us to do and expects of us, we forget to take time. We don't realize that by taking our time, we can prevent damaging our lives with the waste of impatience. We can learn to appreciate the people around us and time. We can prioritize on hobbies and enjoy being lost in this world by appreciating time. Yes, time ticks away, and it will never wait for you. Yet time is the one which determines the precise and perfect moment for all things to come together. That involves letting chickens grow in its own time, not rushing into education and relationships.

My challenge, while the whole world is in a frenzy rat race racing God-knows-who, slow down. There is beauty in patience.

******

To you:

I admit my faults and I realize that I shall allow time to determine how things turn out. I am practicing patience, because patience heals. You and I both need to take time to grow. Who knows, time may lead you to the correct person.

They call me lazy bum.

I hereby take an oath to post up at least a single post per week. This I shall do so that I:

• will not experience deterioration of quality of grammar whether spoken or written.
• will keep my brain juices flowing
• will not be lazy
• prepare myself for future writing
• will not be lazy

Yeah, that's it. And this does not count as one. Scroll up.

Discipline is hard to attain.

It's inevitable. STPM has turned me into a slob. All the fussing and "Oh-it's-a-tough-exam" talk has turned me into a procrastinating pig. It's all STPM's fault. And now that I'am actually done with it, I feel too lazy to picked my heavy fingers up and swing them into some speedy duty of typing. Oh, what a chore for the brain to work it's cells, the synaptic systems are not working.... My knobs refuse to send information to another node. Oh no, no , NO! what has life become...?

Yeah, that's how I feel.

Hence, discipline is definitely hard to attain.

Merry Christmas People!