more junk.

before the world ends

junkk — Wed, 27 Jul 2011 07:07:54 +0000

I figured I should blog before I never get the chance to do so ever again.

a few weeks back, I lost a dear friend to a car accident. it was unexpected and shocking, to say the least. close friends felt the lost.. there was, and still is, I’m sure, an immense feel of sadness and grief amongst friends. his friends flew in to see him one last time, no matter where they were. friends dropped whatever they were doing and rushed back for his wake and funeral. despite the grimness of the atmosphere, I felt the love that everyone had (and still have) for him. it was, suffice to say, quite inspiring.

Each day I pray for friends and his family to find the strength to get up and move forward. not to forget him but to move on with their lives, and face each day as if it’s their last. he would’ve wanted us to be strong. he would’ve wanted us to celebrate his life by living ours the best way we can. the best way to mourn for a person is not by crying that he died, but by remembering the great times that you’ve had together.

so here’s to you, Dennis Chua. may you rest in peace. thank you for blessing me with your friendship and everlasting smile.

that time of the month.

junkk — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 15:37:57 +0000

I see lovers in the streets walking,
Without a care.
They’re wearing out loud
Like there’s something in the air
and I don’t care

They’re treading lightly
No they, don’t sink in
There’s no tracks to follow
They don’t care where they going

And if they’re lucky and they’ll,
They’ll get to see and if they’re
Really really lucky they’ll
Get to feel..

And it kicks so hard,
It breaks your bones.
Cuts so deep
It hits your soul.
Tears your skin and
Makes your blood flow.
It’s better that you know,
That love is hard.

Love takes hostages,
Gives them pain.
Gives someone the power to
Hurt you again and again
but they don’t care

And it kicks so hard,
It breaks your bones.
Cuts so deep
It hits your soul.
Tears your skin and
Makes your blood flow.
It’s better that you know,
That love is hard.

running on empty.

junkk — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 15:51:47 +0000

i dont know if i should keep trying.

cos i’m running on empty, and you’re making no effort to fill it up.

world class.

junkk — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 05:20:11 +0000

year after year we read about graduates who make the grade but don’t meet the expectations of the real world.

year after year, we get the same backlash from lecturers, telling us to pull our socks up and become “world-class” graduates.

year after year, we get the bad name, we get the blame.

oh how i wish they were all in the lecture hall this morning. then they’ll see the kind of ‘education’ those so-called ‘lecturers’ dish out to us students. instead of talking about the given topic, one lecturer spent an hour talking about his experiences studying abroad, emphasising the fact that he was given a scholarship by the said country he was studying in. he even made us copy effing notes on that. notes. on stupid minuscule things that had absolutely nothing to do with the topic. if we didn’t, he’d remind us what lucky bastards we were to bask in the presence of his glory because he normally gets paid half a thousand to teach outside. he was also busy making crude jokes, which, surprise surprise, had a majority of the class in stitches. and the cherry on top was showing what a chauvinistic pig he was by putting women down, mocking and mimicking them in front of the whole class. half the time, the lecturer and his fellow ‘academicians’ were laughing and giggling like little school girls. it was like watching a badly rehearsed puppet show meant for pre-schoolers.

with such excellence and finesse in the teaching staff, how can we NOT churn out first class graduates who think globally and see beyond the horizon?

sigh.

just two more months. and then i’m done with this dump. and i’m never sending my children here. EVER.

stupid cupid.

junkk — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 18:28:11 +0000

you would think that your significant other would try hard enough to even bother going out and getting you a freakin’ card after being together for quite some time. you’d think that some appreciation would be shown on this supposed “lovers’ day”. a simple email would suffice, or even a cheesy flashy e-card that i would normally scoff at and make fun of. all it takes is just prolly less than 5 minutes of your time. and some effort on your part.

but no. apparently i’m not worth all that; in fact, i’m worth jack, probably.

forever and ever, you say.

today i felt like i had nobody, not even you.

thanks for making me feel so effing loved on this day.

say hello, hormones.

junkk — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 13:48:54 +0000

How do you keep the music playing?
How do you make it last?
How do you keep the song from fading too fast?
How do you lose yourself to someone?
And never lose your ways
How do you not run out of new things to say?
And since we’re always changing
How can it be the same?
And tell me how year after year
You’re sure your heart will fall apart
Each time you hear her name
I know the way I feel for you
It’s now or never
The more I love the more that i’m afraid
That in your eyes I may not see forever

If we can be the best of lovers
Yet be the best of friends
If we can try with everyday to make it better as it grows
With any luck, then I suppose
The music never ends

gravity

junkk — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 08:49:01 +0000

stop bringing me down.

when words fail, you turn to music.

junkk — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 03:49:35 +0000

Waking up this morning, thinking this can’t be real,
But they say there is nothing love can’t heal.
Why don’t you come on down so you can feel, what I feel.

Sitting all alone in this place,
Even though we’re here face to face,
There is nothing gone but there’s something wrong..

Can’t you see, that I’m stuck here, underneath
And you’re making it hard to breathe
Take a look around and tell me what you see,
You’ll find me
Underneath

I know what to say but don’t know where to begin,
I fear I’m losing you beneath my skin.
Is there a solution for this pain, that I’m in

Sitting all alone in this place
Even though we’re here face to face
There is nothing gone, but there’s something wrong

Can’t you see, that I’m stuck here, underneath
And you’re making it hard to breathe,
Take a look around and tell me what you see,
You’ll find me
Underneath

If only you could feel what I dream,
Maybe you could hear what I mean,
There is nothing gone but there’s something missing

Can’t you see, that I’m stuck here, underneath
And you’re making it hard to breathe,
Take a look around and tell me what you see,
You’ll find me
Underneath

randomness #1

junkk — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 16:21:58 +0000

wid and i were walking aimlessly in one utama the other day and decided to just stroll into dorothy perkins. “just go and see lah.”, not expecting to find anything nice in particular.

and then we saw it.

the bag. no, lemme rephrase: THE bag. the one i have to have.

the downside?
it’s rm136.

and all i have with me now is less than rm50.

can die like this. sigh. goodbye, Bag. it wasn’t meant to be.

she’s heavy and she ain’t my sister.

junkk — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 00:51:41 +0000

the golden rule of surviving a 1-hour school assembly: never choose to sit behind a weight-challenged teacher. just because your good self, who’s also slightly *cough* “weight-challenged”, knows how to properly sit without taking up people’s leg space, doesn’t mean the said teacher who is “slightly more” challenged in the weight department knows how to as well.

that said, it’s only 5 more days til i leave this school.

YAY!