Of Texting, Emotions and Love

Everybody texts. Be it to loved ones or anybody else.
Well I don't text much, but I do when I'm really into something. Could be for the interest, maybe the person himself/herself.
And I realise texting has its own substance, as portrayed by the words used in conveying multitude of emotions as well as outbursts. You may tell if someone was merely replying, or brimmed with unexplainable excitement liken to someone's smile of pleasure.

Dearest Kisu is a fragile person, and she gets sentimental easily not mentioning colliding emotions that explode in a colourful manner.
I'm an egoistic person, and I won't bow for simplest of things and that somehow breaks her tiniest of hearts often.

As time flies, I feel moved by her constant upbringing which driven me to dedicate a blog post to Kisu for enlightening the past few months of worst nightmare.

There was at one time, after midnight when I was so stressed up studying for SPM, and therefore Kisu texted me to soothe things up even though she herself had already started having zombie-like eyes for burning the midnight oil.
As usual, I didn't mind replying..but the jovial mind of hers created a lively spontaneous short story comprising us as the main characters and storyline.

So, here it goes as wholly written by Kisu, saved by me starting from 0011 on 15th of November til 0125. Enjoy!

Once upon a time, there once lived an acne-faced prince named Hafidzi. He was brought up well and proper, and he had tried to find his bride but to no avail.
Until one day he looked into a magic stream and saw a reflection of water nymph.

"Oh no!" , he thought. "Nymphs are not to be trusted!

The nymph beckoned him into the cooling stream, bidding him to play. While his instinct told him not to, his heart was tempted to follow this creature. And so, she offered her hand and The Prince took it.

As the prince followed her, she lead him to a place never before seen behind a waterfall. It was the kingdom of nymphs! He was astounded at her world and she just smiled shyly as she showed the prince around.

Meanwhile, back at prince's kingdom, the Queen grew worried of her first born's absence as he had been away for a fortnight already and sent everyone to look for him. As for Prince, he was enjoying life at the nymph kingdom. Although he found their customs differ, everyone was fascinated by him. All the nymphs crowded him as he told stories of the lands.

The one nymph who had brought him, Suki had actually fallen in love with him!

Soon enough, she confessed her love to him, but the Prince laughed and said..

"I could never marry such a volatile creature like you. Nymphs are never faithful. They only play with feelings"

She was so heartbroken that she ran away..

Several years later, the prince was already King and had gotten himself a Queen..and he had long forgotten his adventure. Until one day, a young maiden came to court. He was transfixed by her beauty yet kept his distance. Something did not feel right.

The Queen, had noticed that her king was interested in the maiden and was burning with jealousy. And so she hatched a plan to kill her. King Hafidzi asked the maiden to stay at the castle because he was still worried about her familiarity, and invited her to dine with him.

She agreed.
As they were enjoying their meal, the maiden said something that reeled in his mind.

"Oh godness, I can't eat all this food! Or else I will turn back into..", she quickly stopped herself from continuing ..

"O fair lady, I've not had the courtesy of knowing your name! ", chimed King Hafidzi.

"I'm what your majesty calls me. I am but but a humble servant of the witch..", replied her.

"Witch..?"

"Oh, nothing, my lord!"

Suddenly she looked at Hafidzi seriously.."Your majesty's Queen..is she well?"
"Why has she not joined you? Why are you only dining with me, my lord?"

Hafidzi marvelled at her impatience. She was like no other...not a human behaviour.
Later that night, the king was in his chamber, trying to find out who she really was. And he recalled their conversation earlier, she regarded magical creatures as grotesque and beast like.."especially nymphs"..

And it dawned on him all of a sudden, it was Suki! He got up and started running to her room. He opened the door, and saw a horrible scene. Suki was on the floor all bloody and she was unconscious or worst, dead..He grabbed her and checked the pulse.

Barely there.."She's not going to make it..", said a voice.

He turned around to see the Queen with a bloody knife. "So it was you!", he was mad with rage.."You murdered her!!"

"You'll be punished! GUARDS!! Seize her!"

But the Queen just cackled. "You stupid man. Nothing can stop me". With that she muttered something under her breath and transformed into a witch.

"That's right. I was never your Queen. The real Queen is Suki. She always was but you were too stupid to notice. And now she's dead".

"Now that Suki's outta my way, nothing can stop me from ruling the kingdom!"

King Hafidzi was so angry but sad that his real Queen in his arms was shivering...Wait..SHIVERING..?
"She's still alive!"

He was so happy that he kissed her cold trembling lips but something amazing happened..the Witch screamed in agony as a blinding light filled the room. And Hafidzi couldn't see anything..but when he opened his eyes..

He saw his lovely Suki smiling at him. "My love...you broke the spell.."
"Many years ago when I ran away, I met that witch who turned into a human. But she had a terrible catch..she would go and marry you and see if you'd still believe in me and know who I really am"

Hafidzi started weeping and apologised for expecting the worst of nymphs. And true love really did exist for nymphs.

"Shh..your majesty.., it's all over now"

He married her and they lived happily ever after.

So that was the extract of everything Kisu sent me in an hour's space. Mind the slightest grammatical errors..who would've texted such a story in the middle of night.

Oh yeah, the storyline portrays our endless arguments on various issues including emotions, dignity, pride, religious, and egoistic manners. After all, it was quite of a story..of ME, KISU AND FAMILY RELATIONS with altered social settings.

: )

Welcoming the Exit

I'm utterly speechless as each minutes flies past. High school years reaching an end, hereby lies another obstacle portraying tertiary pathway.

(Pinches myself)

Yes, this is it. Choked with anxiety, burdened with expectations. 30 more days of schooling, I'm at its peak with fullest momentum to strike. After weeks of preparation in polishing the wrongs, here's another barrier that we all must go through to succeed further.

However it is, I'm not envisioning perfection as how it went for UPSR and PMR. I believe I'm not deemed for some of the complex and mind-burdening subjects, yet I remain upbeat for this final challenge in my sky-blue school uniform.

Here we go guys.

I've streched myself to prepare for the worst, and let's hope everything turns nice as the way we dream of.

Realistic target ; the worst could be two B's.

But after years of determination, assistance by teachers, financial and psychological support by family..I'd be flattered to get a minimum of 3A+ and A's be it a +ve or -ve for the remaining.

Insya-Allah. All the Best !

Rusty

As I've reiterated in previous posts, a reason I blogged is to serve as a medium for my ideas to flow in words. I admit writing is an art, a pure subjective element in language combining talent and skills for words to surface at its best. There'd be times when transmission of writing impulses just couldn't find its best path to express, and so at the age of 16 I came to realise that blogging would help me forking out as much of my vocabulary knowledge.

I couldn't recall the last time I scribbled on a piece of plain since Trials ended..perhaps just some short notice posted to Kisu.

7 days before paving way to examination hall, my stomach is churning with adrenaline rush and intangible mixed of euphoria and nerves. No..it ain't about the numbers that sent shivers down my spine, I recently came to realise that I've been neglecting the essence of languages which is to WRITE. And I've been doing so since my last blog entry which presumably dated a fortnight old.

So here am I 10 minutes after staring blankly at the lithium-lid laptop screen, inculcating writing sense to ensure a silky flow of words by the first paper of language, my mother tongue's.
I find it interesting how languages connect when the mood is inspired by stimulants of A+ smell.

Oh yes. Inspiration.

Hopefully luck is gonna be by my side in flexing the whole of my writing capabilities to unrest the expectations.

I'm being optimistic; to its fullest in placing myself a rank above the others by A+ in languages. Upbeat of nerve-wrecking push, it's my own salvation in preparing the worst it could be in analytical thinking of Biology, Physics and Chemistry.

Not a chance to leave.

But first of all inspirational thinking is in dire need..starting from this very first post in preparing myself for the gold I wish could be.

National Physics Competition 2009

I'm sure some of you readers where among thousands sitting for this nerve-wrecking quiz challenge, simultaneously held nationwide. I'd say three particular reasons of students challenging themselves for this mind-boggling quest:

1. You're really into Physics.
2. You're a typical average students who wanted to have a try and evaluate yourself.
3. For the certs.

Well the questions were purely raw and nightmarish, frowning for answers that never could be accurately found. From my questions sheet here, I left exactly 29 questions out of 70, which is 41% of the whole set. Alas, I had my answers sheet completed..meaning 29 questions were of scarce calculations or I'd rather say..logical assumptions.

I'm not among the high scorers in Physics among the smartasses of 5SC1, but I tried engulfing myself into formulas and answered 41 questions, in which half were correct.

You may check your answers here National Physics Competition 2009

Incredelously, I was among the few whom nearly got a Bronze, which means..I scored a Merit of >50%, a shocking yeah?

Gold, >85%
Silver, >75% - <85%
Bronze, >65% - <75%
Merit, >50%

A friend of mine won a Silver, supposedly got corrected for 52 questions (or more than 75%) but he apparently only had 40 correct answers based on the newly released scheme. This guy fully answered the whole set, gave detailed thoughts and calculations on every each and it's not mere coincidence that he fell 12 questions short of its minimum requirement for Silver.

Not a conspiracy of course, once again it's the flaw of our education system.

Why bother making the questions extremely difficult if the level is rated 10% lower?

Malaysia Boleh?
Wanna show the world that our students are among the brightest in Physics?

Still, I'm actually quite taken aback that some of the brightest failed the set and only one girl from my school passed.

Sad. Heh

Debates are still ongoing whether it's best for Science and Mathematics be taught in mother tongue.

The velocity of an incident wave for a water wave is two times the velocity of its reflected wave. What is the ration of the incident wave to the frequency of the reflected wave?

Halaju gelombang tuju suatu gelombang air adalah dua kali ganda halaju gelombang pantulannya. Apakah nisbah frekuensi gelombang tuju kepada gelombang pantulan?

Have a sit and give a thoughtful.


In other way..


Innocent Him: Would you still love me, if I never touched you?

Notorious Her: Honey! Head over heels in love with you before we even got together!

Innocent Him: But..but you started getting horny since..God knows how long earlier..

Notorious Her: errr..

Notorious Her: Because I was hoping..for you to love me back..:(



Teenage love. Could it be lust too?

Lollipop Trap

This short video was made in accordance to 1Malaysia concept, yet 'Lollipop' grabbed my instantaneous attention for its mixed agendas in availing public's major discontent. Not for the title, of course.

Synopsis

A haunting portrayal of a pedophile preparing to hunt, interspersed with metaphors on the state of Malaysian politics.

I surfaced two of my opinions on previous posts namely 'Impasse' and Generation and Trait but to no avail not many dared for further discussions.



Somehow Lollipop metaphorically defined tiniest bit of my lingering thoughts and daily's concerns.

From director's wise perspective envisaged via this creative piece, now that I understand how environment may change someone's life, depending on how you cope with its consequences...

Accident.

It was in midst of darkness, and so I sped faster as the wind brushes against my pimply skin.
Nothing else in my mind, I just wanted to be home and lay this lethargic body on my very own comfy bed. Few metres away from home yet life's isn't always too easy..
A dog suddenly halted right in the middle of the road which kept me flabbergasted, braking hard til the back tyre screeched breaking the silence of near midnight.

BUMP!

I hit a dog.

And I was actually hovering in the sky for nearly 2 seconds before falling on my both palms and right knee. Dragged much on the bitumen road.

Lucky me, my skull secured any damaging cracks.
My both arms aren't broken even after kissing the Earth, though the two palms are badly injured.
I didn't break my legs, but now limping for basic movements.
No scars on my face, at least.


Most importantly, it was only a dog. What could have happened if it was somebody's child?


Grateful to Allah, I realised this might serve me a lesson to always bear in mind that I belong to Him. I could have died just now, or the least damaged my brain if not because of my helmet.
But He only took a bit of my palms' and knee's flesh..so painful that I nearly cried outta it.
It was only moments ago that I laughed and shared a piece of my teenage life with friends and family, but who could have expected a catastrophe when everything seems to be fine..?

Readers, whoever you are..please pray for my speedy recovery. SPM is no less than 40 days away, and I'm even struggling to hold a ball pen normally. Insya-Allah, may God bless you more..


p/s: I can't no more ride motorcycle to school or even tuition. Sigh.