Mi goreng mamak, satu!

Two months. It's been really weird not to be studying. What's even weirder is that I totally forgot that I haven't had my plate of mi goreng mamak yet! Dang! I've been craving for the thing for eight months, and here I am, sitting like a fool in front of the laptop even though I have the chance to go and grab mi goreng mamak satu. *bangs head on the wall* Ah well. I am going to go and seize it. Soon. After I'm done doing nothing. Oh, I'm hopeless. Dot.

Mi goreng mamak, satu!

Loud Music.

Loud music elevates my mind.
Loud music takes me to a different world.
Loud music makes me forget the pain.
Loud music makes me forget the sorrow.
Loud music amplifies the happiness.
Loud music speaks directly to my soul.

All hail the power of music.

Jobless.

Here I am, sitting in front of the laptop, clueless on what to do. My high school is holding sports day today, but none of my friends are going. I bought a guitar, but I'm lazy to pick it up right now. Holding my toy puppy, I wish I could go somewhere not too warm, not too cold and watch stars. Ah well. I guess I'll just continue listening to music.

A new look.

Yay! A new look for my blog!

The background picture is taken in Cameron Highlands. I chose a new colour (purple) for the background. Changed the font too.

So, what do you think? :D

What's bugging my mind?

Is the universe the largest thing that exists? Is there anything smaller than quarks or lepton? Does the matter matters as much as the intrinsic values such as love? When the politicians fight among themselves for power and money (well, most of them anyways), there are people who are dying of hunger, poverty, etc. While the population on Earth increases, the accessible fresh water and air is becoming more and more polluted. The world is suffering environmentally and societally, yet there are people with hope and the burning will to strive. Technology is unravelled more and more day by day, causing materialism to soar. Does that even matter when people still believe in supernatural beings and have faith in religion? It is such a wonder to see the world which was once cool and natural is now filled with concrete skyscrapers. The world's economy gets shakier, but can money bring back those who are gone from this world forever? I wonder. Is there a better world? Or, are we making our world better? We are going to die anyways, just like the dinosaur, but that doesn't stop us from exploring the wonders of science, humans and all that's in between. Everything's entangled in a complex manner, but all the tangles are untangled harmoniously (well, the world's not exploding yet). Okay, before my brain explodes, I should listen to my mom and hit the sack. Good *fill in the blank according to your time zone*.

Deepa

My Last Breath

Daddy,
Every step I took
made me breathless
My legs were wobbly
and I couldn’t stand anymore
My throat hurt
every time I gasped for air
Why did this happen to me?

Daddy,
Smoke came out of your mouth
I thought that was cool
So this is what I could smell
when I was inside mommy’s womb
Every puff of smoke you took
left me breathless and weak
back in there and right now.

Daddy,
I’ve fought the urge to sleep
but I can do it no more
As my panting got faster
I slowly closed my eyes
I looked at you one last time
and took in my last … .

Kaching Kaching

சிறு துளி பேரு வெள்ளம்

$mall droplet$ of water will cause big flood

One of the first proverbs I learnt in primary school swam through my mind. When I read an article in The Star about a mother trying to teach her children the importance of saving up money, I was reminded of my childhood. I was given my piggy bank when I went to kindergarten when I was six. Well, it was not exactly a piggy bank. I remembered my first money box was a cylinder wrapped with a picture of beachside. It was colourful and lasted for around seven years even though it was made of cardboard. I still remember the joy I felt whenever I put in some coins inside my money box. (Yippie!!!! Kaching Kaching!)

My mother would give me thirty cents per schooling day (later it increased to fifty cents in Year Three and RM1 in Year 6). I used to ‘ikat perut’ in my school just to put the money in my precious money box. I opened my first savings account in Year One with the help of my class teacher. Every three months, I would count the coins collected in my money box, exchange the coins