It's Just It.

Primary School.
A month before school really begins,there you are -in front of the mirror,admiring yourself in the navy blue pinafore over white shirt.So excited,thinking that you'll be carrying your brand new school bag and proudly walked to school in your sparkling new white shoes.Everything about the school excites you and while you're busy draping yourself in the uniform,a pair of eyes peeped quietly from the crack of the door, scrutinizing your act,and a faint smile loomed.It's quite amusing,to see such a blithe spirit;who knows nothing of the world yet eager to be step into it..

Secondary School.
Each year,before school starts,it's always exciting to go shopping for new school stuffs and of course,uniforms.You calculate,estimate,evaluate - sizing up everything;what kind of brand you'd like to have this year,and in your thoughts you think about what your friends might be having;your girlfriend had this bag that you wish you had one too,your other girlfriend own this kind of shoes that you kind of like...later on,you end up at the cashier counter feeling nothing even when you see the amount price rise a triple time high.Lucky there's always somebody who would pay for you.Oh wait,not enough cash!..that's what credit card is for; "Pay now,regret later"
And,you get to go to school feeling good about everything!

University.
You got yourself into the Uni.Everyone is content and proud of you.
Everything that you wish for are almost like command that need to be fulfill.
Not long,a call from home came and you reject.A call other than that gladly you accept.You think it's OK but somewhere in some place someone's wondering how you're doing,and at last get quite disappointed asking about you.You won't really care though.

Note:I really don't want to end up like you,because it will bring me down to make somebody as special as that to be in despair.Yes,perhaps she never really teach me everything but I'm trying my best to learn them myself.At least I don't screw this one up.

Pie-Low-so-Fur.

I tend to express this feverish excitement and look quite frenzied (mental agitation!!#scream#) when it comes to the philosophical part of living.Why?? Nooo idea!! I find it fascinating,inspiring and soothing?
Especially now, in the age of 21, where in this post modern era promised a more laissez-faire atmosphere. Being a late bloomer in almost everything I do,I find that I'm still struggling with myself most of the time(identity crisis) where in this stage of age,everybody seems to has been done with it.

Feeling glad and discouraged at the same time,I just hope that the time is ripe enough for me (no,actually I'm supposed to be 'ripe' enough for time never waits,it keeps moving) to pace my own steps now.Admitting the fact that I'm just too skeptical and 'nervous' most of the time when it comes to 'socializing' with the world, no matter how simple and easy it is- (according to those who claimed to be a 'socializer' and believe that they have this 'extrovertness' trait in their genes)
Chanting in the Shakespearen English mode: "O courage~"

Courage by William Shakespeare >>

O lonely heart so timid of approach,
Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips
To the faint touch of tender finger tips:
What is your word? What question would you broach?

Your lustrous-warm eyes are too sadly kind
To mask the meaning of your dreamy tale,
Your guarded life too exquisitely frail
Against the daggers of my warring mind.

There is no part of the unyielding earth,
Even bare rocks where the eagles build their nest,
Will give us undisturbed and friendly rest.
No dewfall softens this vast belt of dearth.

But in the socket-chiseled teeth of strife,
That gleam in serried files in all the lands,
We may join hungry, understanding hands,
And drink our share of ardent love and life.


I keep telling myself to take my time in doing whatever I feel like doing.At least,in the long run, I won't regret doing things that I know I badly wanted to.Still,I need to keep up with the signs of time;everything keeps getting faster..time flies..and yada..yada..yada..
And yes,I realize that I could always do my own things until the hell freezes over for nobody's stopping me and then wake up to discover that I'm still standing at the starting line. That would be worst than ever!

Quotes: to do, or not to do.
Suddenly I kind of understand how evolution takes place!Now,this is bollocks.HaHa.

Anonymous>You are so into your thoughts.
Me>Is it? (Look into the mirror,trying to figure out)


This is done as a token of appreciation to this somebody who asked me to 'express myself' more openly,so that I will not lose a 'precious being' [AGAIN] in the future..lesson learnt..so,I'm trying my best.

Random Act

I'm supposed type my 10 pages of the "Main Languages of the World" assignment now.Instead of doing that,I found myself typing here..(haha)..reading online books and references is one neck-aching experience and it gives me this potent eye sore..I've recently changed my glasses,since all that I managed to see are lines and lines of blur words.I hate specs and I need to wear them for most of the time.I love my life!
*Bwekk*

A Soup for My Soul.

I love soup,whatever soup it is;chicken soup,beef soup,vegetable soup, 'bihun soup, and heaven-knows-whatever-soup,as long as I can eat them.

I can't stop asking myself and pondering all this while as why it's only chicken soup is chosen for the soul?I mean,other soups are being undermined?They're being discriminate? Oh,nowadays soups get discriminate too. But(there's always a but) try this: “Beef soup for the Soul”, “Vegetable soup for the Soul”..Both sound so wrong.

If you asked me, from my food of view, beef's smell are stronger than chicken's (their meat la) and not everybody likes beef,some can't eat them and for some they might say, “Beef: calorie,cholesterol..they're so not going into my diet list!” and people who love cows and the rest of it's species would never ever consider this soup suggestion.I'm not sure if there are any chicken's association that ban us from eating chicken.LoL,this is crap! Whatever, point taken here. Beef-(0) vs. Chicken (1)

Then come the vegetables: They are good for the skin,health and yada..yada..yada..Compared to beef, it's almost odorless and tasteless (veges stereotype).Now, imagine you cook a vegetable soup. An amateur cook once told me,vegetable will go mushy when they are boiled in hot water. Considering it's true,I simply conclude it's convincing enough. Plus, many despise vegetable than beef or chicken. So, Vegetables (0) vs. Chicken (1) #chicken wins!#

Trust me, you don't want smelly,odorless,or mushy supplement for your already wretched soul. You need something comforting,warm and taste -like-home flavor to rejuvenate and inspire yourself. I can't imagine any living or dead chicken out there would smell nice,but at least having the thought of those Campbell's creamy chicken soup, I'm lured.

# I'm giving myself a break,not wanting to 'erupt' and go around 'biting' innocent beings (yeah,new habit, a bad one).
So,where's my chicken soup for my soul??