feel the wind

And through timeless words and priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it

just one tree

My blog's former name, Big Tree, was based on this big old beautiful tree. The tree is very old, you know. Older than the Malay College itself.

I got to know this tree in 2001, but then I just saw it from afar. A year later, I began to just pass it by. In 2003, I had to just gaze at it from afar again. I didn't have the chance to take a closer and very proper look on this tree all those three years.

As you may see, this tree is located in front of the East Wing building. Well, East Wing is the home of Form 4s. So I finally get the chance to get to know this tree better in 2004, when Abang was in his fourth year at the College. I was really happy back then. I'd be sitting underneath this tree with my mum and dad, or just tawaf around it. I was pretty upset when 2004 ended, because that means Abang had to move out from East Wing, and move in to West Wing. Well, West Wing and East Wing are not that far. They are at the same building, only separated by the Big Hall in the middle. But I can't just simply go to East Wing without any particular reasons, right?

Actually, there is another beautiful tree there, at the College. It is located at the Pavilion, the home of Form 2s. But the tree isn't as big, as old, as beautiful and as famous as Big Tree.

If you are confused about this tree's and the advertising company's names, they are the same actually. The founder of the company is a former Collegian who is very proud of this tree.

These days, I suddenly miss this tree very much. It is my favourite tree ever. I crave to go back to the College to visit this tree. Although I'm not a Collegian, I love the tree as much as the Collegians do.

I hope our school will plant a tree that the students someday will be proud of.

introduction to physics

Mr Param: "blablabla decible. Pernah dengar decible?"

Azif & Naura: "Taaaaaakk..."

Imran: "Satu penemuan baru,"

later

Mr Param: "No. 51, answer!"

Imran: "A!"

Mr Param: (pause)

Imran: "A is wrong,"


*the whole class howled with laughter*

klik sana klik sini

When teachers go crrraaaaaaazzzeeeeeeeyyy

can you hear me

You know, in stories, most of us would only pay attention to the two main characters; the hero and the heroine.

There's this Taiwanese story I've watched around two years ago. Actually, I'm not a big fan of Taiwanese dramas except a few. Well, this one is one of the few.

This story tells about a girl who was actually very sick and in need of immediate treatment, but she wished to be free and happy, besides to discover the true meaning of life before leaving it behind forever.

I was really attracted by one of the supporting characters. She plays the hero's childhood friend. Her late dad was a kite-maker, while the hero was a very talented but troubled artist. Since they were young, every time he faced problems and need to calm himself down, he'd go to the girl's dad's workshop to make kites. That was how she became drawn to him. Eventually, he stopped going to the workshop. Even though she was actually sad because she couldn't see him that much often anymore, she was glad that the boy wasn't having problems like before.

The girl was a mute. That's what makes me like her the most.

She couldn't tell people around her what she really feels. Whether she's happy, sad or angry, she just couldn't say it. After she finally tells the guy how she feels about him, and he tells her that he only loved her as his little sister, she went to a bridge and and did something no one would ever thought she'd do. She screamed her heart out, using all the strength and voice she had, and cried until there were no more tears left.

How tragic.

You know, I've always been wondering. Why can't the hero and heroine end up with the supporting characters? Why do they always choose to be with each other, although they know they'd always be shedding tears. Just because that He or She is the main character, that doesn't mean they are The One. Just because the person who has always loved them isn't the hero or the heroine, that doesn't mean they can't make them the happiest person on planet, right?

Poor the supporting characters. They didn't ask to be the second best.

for the rest of the days

Hush now, don't shake or break
Words have fallen silent like soldiers to the grave
No matter what they do or say
Lay me on the sleepy meadows by the tracks upon your face

of being a pencil

A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point, he asked:

'Are you writing a story about what we've done? Is it a story about me?'

His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:

'I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I'm using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.'

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn't seem very special.

'But it's just like any other pencil I've ever seen!'

'That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.

'First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.

'Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he's much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.

'Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out our mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps us on the road to justice.

'Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden interior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.

'Finally, the pencil fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. In just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action.'

From Paulo Coelho's Like The Flowing River