The Fear

Its a phobic,
Relentlessly dragging our lives,
For a period so long,
Man has forgotten to keep in mind.
It's the fear.

The fear, I propose, is the sensational nature of human being. One which cannot live without, one who thrive would engulf. Pride or prejudice, it's to achieve. The desire, the eagerness to triumph other for their failure, nontheless, to emerge as a bigger person.

The denial of human being to admitted the sinful mind of being pride, prone to failure is yet another similar assertion of noted practise. The way we toss out innocent detail to maneuvre though and mind of other in fooling the case is the daily tedious chore we never fail to repeat. Moreover, envious monster in green relight us to keep on working for the longing success of which might have been more achieveable to others. We fear, fear that the victory would last savoured by foreign hands but not ours. We are afraid, afraid of taking consequences bombarding that forced us to think twice before taking any action.

The fear of human never cease to work as maestro in defying mistake. Perhaps, it is the fear, we have been able to be successful in lives. Numb to dashy rolling environment, we will finally flunk in any execution. Only the fear within to lead us to strategize any fradulent routine.

Candidly,
JJ

How To Full A Stop .

It should be 8 more month before we take the leap to tertiery education. Much to read on, despite burning those oils of the midnight and spending sleepless night for a knowledge savour. Yet, it's the race to final point. No what we are talking about. To full a stop, aimed, is to stamp the end of this journey with movement. One simple modus operandi (no the bad one of course), is to travel.

Since a course of months before, people have been chitter-chattering of wherever and whenever things should but done. Well, to nothing close to pragmatism. Here is a petty list of what i've been hearing from. And of course, there is always room for another set in the menu.

1) Sabah & Sarawak , would have cost anywhere between RM1000-RM1500

A bit expensive regarding the venue frankly, the place is seriously much to my favour. (I mean as a Malaysian, what a shame if I had not ventured my own land of birth.... While picking others as an alternative....)

2) North M'sia + Genting, of course under RM 500

Lame in sense, not a trip to be looked forward. But would have also be enjoyable with right combination of make-fun-around-able friend. Plus, it is budget friendly.

3) S'pore, under RM1000

Erm.... Frankly, I never went to S'pore (Well, I would say once.... TRANSIT AT CHANGI AIRPORT, does it count?). Lovely country with picturisque scene in the season of celebration, plus we speak everything they speaking, lol..

4) Hong Kong + Macau, RM 1500-RM1800

A bargain wouldn't come true without an adventurous spirit to go freely on our own. It is of course a couragous endeavor but also lots of fun in return. However.... Many people which include me, gone there edi.....

Be sure to word out as if any more choice is available to choose from. And plz do not defy logic in decision making.

Ciao, JJ

Daisy

Small and petite, daisy is the one of a kind delicate fragrant little flower. One who uniformed itself into the nature, a blend of harmonious concoction that sooths. It might not be as vibrant as an enormous lotus, not as exotic as a flaming hibiscus. But, what is the world without these little workers that brings out the most an outstanding protagonist. Fear not to be a daisy nor even a refreshing scented shoot of grass.

'Living a simple life is not simple at all'

Chanel Iman

Black is back, or else back to black. Guys, worships this lady of black horse who gust the fashion industry by storm!!!

A Departure

Journey of an aviation,
Congested with flip flops of adventures,
Of charming beam to shine on,
Of crystal tears fell broken,
A journey which couldn't proceed,
For any absentees to be confide.

In brink of instant,
Destination is of stone throw distance,
A reachable venue aspired unreachable,
A flight of flying time passed unaware,
Arrival, will do,
Only reluctancy impede for fraction of seconds.

Farewell to the attendance,
Who participated in this minute event,
Of laughter and smile we been through,
Of glum and gloomy night we slept through,
For memory will always linger,
May been yesteryear, will reminisced like yesterday.

Bring the rivulet of tear to a halt,
Get ready for the upcoming journey,
A future where destiny lead,
An unknown location yet undiscovered,
May the world still spin, walks of life still carry on,
A departure, from the pass.

P/S: For my dearest chinese debaters!!!

3 years of involvement in where we take pride on, I thanks all of you who have cherished my life for even the slightest bit. This is a poem of which I dedicated juz for you. Again, thx for you, for the best three years of my debate life. Haha

Sprint of Intuition

I always view life as the tale of a gambler, the one who bet the right plot is always the one who wins. In real life, things are about the same, but, it's not luck, it's not pure luck i would say. Like a horse race, stakes on blessing and prayers are more of a deed from an amatuer. Hard cold facts, it's a composition of stamina, mood, riders' statistics and even weather (I would consider). In short, rather than of course sprinkles of luck, all of'em are calculation, a science of tabulated risk and rewards.


Last week, one of my friends, Inn Thong to be exact, asked me whether I have joined the trend of blogging, one who struts his very details on the expoxure to the very wide webbed world.
In sprint of intuition i thought, why not? Emo as it says, teenagers nowaday often supress in world of fradulent laughter. A medium is really need, for us to be expressive and creative about thought, all the happenings in lives. So and so, I've join force with the trend, in adament.

Does my sprint of intuition peceives me? A question yet to be answered. Maybe time will tell, of garnered self collection and contribution of fast slipping time. I've did my calculation, have you?

Standardize Please!

Imagine yourselves dashing through pieces of paper, in quest of finishing an impeccable essay, deed of a genius. But we are not, at least most of us aren't. However, the school demands exceptional quality composition to done in such restricted time. 55 minutes it say, was enough to garner a worthy essay, worthy of competing amongst and worthy of gracing the pages of school magazine.

Some call that demanding, I just name it 'pure idiotic', of how the school had successful scratch their 'known' name yet again. Not least, of the issues in a bunch I would like to word out is the stand of being standard.

Chinese essay comp. - 2 hours (more or less by 15 mins)

Malay essay comp. - 2 hours (more or less by 15 mins)

English - 50 percent of them

For those who don't have a thought of what a school CLB be, well, a fairly standardize CHINESE school. (The one which stressed on mother language, national language but oops not INTERNATIONAL language). Call me pissed, but i am rather acting rational now. If there was a chance of me breaking head of those descent english teacher, god bless.

Standardize please, JJ.

Ugly

A post dedicated to people I have a sense of aversion with.
(Sceptics: If you think you are one, YOU ARE)

Ugly, a sense of unpleasing like we always say persist all around. It is subjective. Up to one who defines ugly, in quest of teasing the one who well meet all or portion of the criteria.

Ugly for me is more of an wicked inner protrusion, if not, also a lethal combination of bad look, bad taste and misbehaviour. And by here i mean, one can be loud, spontaneous, defy cohesion, but to a certain extand. For one who crossed over a fine line of being an acquired personality, it provokes discontentment, an unity of discontentment.

Some advice for those I would like to frut beyond hatred.

Mr. 1 :
Not everyone is a born live wire. You tends to draw other attention in a rather more annoying way, congratz for accomplishing what you craved but unfortunately, the wrong kind of it. Well, sometimes doing less is doing more. For looks like yours, I have to pity you. But there is no mercy on such lack of society judgement. And your smile..... Forget it, it's painful.

Mr. 2:
Trust me, you are beyond stingy, you are like an obsessive-compulsive hoarder, hoarder of fortune, hoarder of power even hoarder of knowledge. OK, I know you are rich, but so what, honey, you are so poor insider out. Why be envious of someone else when you can actually cherish, I don't get it.... Not least, if you really beat up your wife and end in bankruptcy, and you have realized the con, we always keep our hands open.

Mr. 3:
Worst of them all, you are the father of all son of bitches and vixens. Being flirtatious is ok, but keep it your own, don't spill your lust and blush publicly because it's just an eye sore. Moreover, try be more secretive when you happen to have a harassment endeavor. More moreover, quite lately, please, when you are wrong, make an apology. Don't be a mad dog who barks the class off and well, much to your favour, draws attention (Of leafy issues, oops). We know you are a jerk, an kind reminder need not be enthrusted.

Mr. Me:
Stop being a critic, do self-judge when you judge. (HARDLY)

Be beautiful, JJ

Gemma Ward

One supermodel with dollish look, a perfect epitome of an angelic face with a demonic body...
Love you, Gemma

Tears of Joy

There is an incident that has shaken my life lately. Last Sunday, as far as it get, still lingers in me, my heart and my soul. An unfortunate lost in the district chinese debate competition left all of my teammates in numb, so numb that withholding the our ciliary mussles is futile indeed. But that strange pungent odour of freshy cut onion is absent, my was managed to keep my eyes dry. I questioned myself, with such melacholy projection on everyone's face, why can I still manage to do this? Is it because I am strong enough to live up to reality or has I become inhumane and disrespectful to the slog I took, I wonder.



Sentence from a known phychologist knocks me up and awaken me. 'Those who cry are those who feel safe', he says, reminds me of voluntary control of emotion. I clog my tears when the news was announced, i clogged my glands up when i was handed over the prize and had to put on a fake grin. I wasn't happy, not at all, but I analogued it. Sense of insecurity told me to withhold the tears to salvage the last dignity of my own, my team. However, when I'm in bus on the way home, golden words from my Ms. Teh lubricated my gland and catalysted my tears to flow. I felt safe, for the moment. Where i was able to let my soon uncontrollable emotion off and cry like a baby. In articulation of her sooths my heart of million question and answered my prayer. (Hail Teh Mei Lee)

True indeed, the world is unfair. A simple statement of one plus one never equal to two perfectly epitomize society we are in. But one only thing you can do is to be generous to yourselves and your friends! What have I done to suffered this deal of pain, crucifixion? No, nothing may I have done so wrong. But, double think again, who plunge us into these pains? Ourselves. But who did the wrong thing? Them who still laugh.

Dear debaters, let the tears flow. Journey of them slipping through our cheeks and dampened our lips shouldn't signify a grief of anger but a celebration of what we have able to achieve, period. For those who cant eye our talents, curse them. But never let the bogus judgement justify who are you and how are you. Because if you think are good, you are. There is needless of concrete proves but a notion in adament.

'The one who laugh the brightest is the one who laugh last', be it an episode of our journeys and shall us lose the skirmish of seventeens but not the battle of our lives.

Love, JJ