What The Hell

A long gap of 2 weeks, I found my emotions stirring up and down! From the unbreakable code to the unfathomable extraterrestrial life, slowly approaching the last book of Dan Brown. And eventually nearing the end on my KMP life. Kinda restless and exhausted to be doing my assignments.

Almost, my Finals will be soon coming. Well, pity that the schedule out and 20th April is the last day of my Finals. The important day of my life! To hell with that! But I'll be staying Penang for days before going to my sweet abode, leaving the northern part of M'sia! SOON!

Recently kinda addicted to photography! Love taking pics cause It's a proof of my llife.

And yes! I love Avril's new Album! Recommend all to listen ya cause IT'S real Punk and Funky!!! xD Esp the MV of the song WHAT THE HELL!! It's awesome Ha

What infuriating me the most is that The broken stupid hell door needs my RM 250! Spoiling my mood utterly! Surely Mon I'll go find the Authority to solve this STUPID problem! May GOD bless me! All the best to my 'RENDEZVOUS' with the Lovely Authority!!!

~~ Really Miss my Family so much! Countdown now to go back! ~~

肤浅 Shallow

Twas heartbreaking, Blind, to see no capabilities but the outer look, for the outer appearance could never outdo the inner beauty. Have not been the real capabilities of ours, We could never be the winner. Sad fact perhaps, yet ppl are indeed that shallow.

Racism. Unfair treatment. It's the so-called lovely society, with none to impede this from happening. Undeniable and inevitable fact to all but still, that very realistic fact saddens ppl more. Shouldn't we try not to evaluate ppl from their looks but deeply from their heart? The passion but not how they dress? 肤浅!

I'm exhausted for real, for everything. Sobbing inaudibly with the pics, I really miss the afore life. The wide grin plastered on his face beside me, young but energetic. Those who sacrifice should get more, but It's indeed ridiculous that those who did nth get everything so handy, pathetic as to be human? Life is so pathetic. Fear not to voice out.

Crash

Below is the essay that I've written simply for mag. My school's mag.

Don't criticize IF it's not good cause I did that in my management class, only 1 hour given but was checked la before I posted it Hehe

CRASH

The plane shook again and all the passengers went into hysteria, screaming and shouting, breaking the silence and creating commotion on the plane. A voice crackled over the sound system, “All passengers please be seated, there will be an emergency landing within 5 minutes.” The third shake came abruptly and without warning, the plane started to plummet downwards violently. The passengers were all trying to unbuckle their seatbelts but it was in vain, as the seatbelts were locked, to their dismay. Within two minutes, a loud explosion ended thirty two passengers’ lives with only one survivor.

Vague images formed in Paul’s mind as he slowly opened up his eyes. Feeling as uncertain as ever, he saw a man standing in front of him, clipboard in hand while a plump little girl stood beside the man, a wide grin plastered onto her face. He tried hard to sit up but the injuries pained him more than ever. Instantly the fresh memories came back to him and he found himself hugging his knees, sobbing inaudibly as the incident replayed heartbreakingly in his mind again and again. The man with the white coat went out, leaving the little girl, his niece, beside Paul, soothing his turbulent emotions.

Life never felt as devastating to Paul as it was now. Humans are vulnerable when it comes to facing the painful truth. Paul blamed himself for everything, physically and mentally tormented by the grief and guilt. He lost everything he had in one terrible day. Had he not been so persistent on boarding that plane, his life would not be so pathetic now, Facing these thoughts, he drowned himself in sorrow. The profound sadness was unbearable and for a few times he tried killing himself but failed. For him, perhaps dying was the best solution to end his sorrow.

His niece was the only company for him during these hard times, the sole spiritual support for him. One day, his seven year-old niece asked him, ‘Uncle Paul, why do you always look so gloomy? Shouldn’t we be happy to have a chance to breathe the fresh air? To be able to see the vivid colors of the world? To be born into this wonderful world?’ Tears flowed down on his cheeks unintentionally. How brave his niece was, to just lose her parents and be here to comfort him to be optimistic. Finally, Paul came to realize that life could never be beyond reproach. He should be happy that he survived the macabre accident. He should live on happily for his late son and wife, for God granted him a chance to live. He should be grateful and thankful, not grieving on the incident that had already happened and could not be changed.

Why should we be sinking in the pessimism when the journey of life still so long ahead of us? Ponder over this statement and perhaps life would be happier. There is no cul-de-sac in our life, turn around and you will see the road that has not reached an end.