for your eyes only.

the sky was.

smilingdaisies — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 15:44:55 +0000

blue. a deep intense blue. and when i looked up after my horrendous tutorial today, a big fat goofy smile was plastered onto my face. somehow, things always get better when you look at the huge expanse of sky. maybe it’s the calming effect of blue. or maybe it was the wispy cotton candy clouds. or maybe it was just because it’s been so long since i’ve seen the sky that was blue. for the past few days it had been grey, wet and sometimes really downright depressing. (and the laundry pile just kept getting larger because i had no chance to do my laundry)

but there was one particular rainy day, it was a few days ago. i was sitting down at the study table, almost starting on my readings when i just listened. it was the sound of the rain falling hard on the concrete slabs of hall. and i closed my eyes. (not to fall asleep, though the weather was absolutely perfect for it) and i smiled to myself. because the continuous pitter-patter was chaotically soothing. there was so much noise, but that noise, if you listen to carefully, had a certain rhythm to it.

pit-pat-pit-pat. and i love it.

an ode (to you)

smilingdaisies — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 07:07:29 +0000

Can I just see you every morning when
I open my eyes?
Can I just feel your heart beating beside me
Every night?
Can we just feel this way together
Till the end of all time?
Can I just spend my life with you?

so we were supposed to be at clarke quay

smilingdaisies — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 17:18:31 +0000

Right now it’s 8.08pm

Can’t describe how nervous I am

Hope that on this day 080808

It would symbolize an awesome date

To ask you would be willing and ready

To be my one and only lady

when i grow up

smilingdaisies — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 10:58:46 +0000

you know the adrenaline rush that comes with meeting so many deadlines in such a limited amount of time. call me sick, but i thrive on it (sometimes). i guess now i understand a little bit more about why i want to write and be a journalist despite the job not paying well. i’d like to idealistically think that the job allows me to get closer to the many truths about human nature and everything else, it helps me grow as a person, and plus, the occasional travelling doesn’t hurt as well.

sure, the rejection and the harsh criticisms and the responsibility to adhere to the journalistic code of ethics is pretty heavy, and it definitely will bog you down especially on days when you feel like a total piece of crap because your deadline is near, you’ve not found your angle, basically, the story ain’t good enough. but hey, what doesn’t kill only makes you stronger.

so i’m pretty excited about this. and everything else.

i’ve cute lecturers, do you?

smilingdaisies — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 10:33:15 +0000

the past first week of school has been great so far. there’s more talking in class (which is always good) and i’m expecting to very busy with the paper and the readings from the modules. i’m not expecting to do very well for this sem, but again, i’ll just keep on keeping on and do my best in whatever it is. EGGCITED about writing again. (:

last night was really, a big terima thank you. i’d never have made it up that stupid hill if you weren’t by my side. and you waited, which was a nice thing to for this fake canoeist. (i secretly have this notion that the 2 years in JC was really just all a dream, and i wasn’t really a canoeist.) i like our spontaneous plans, whatever we decide on the spot, it just works out somehow.

i’m a happy girl.

hello kawan!

smilingdaisies — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 14:50:26 +0000

this is written for my friend who feels forgetten.

i have a friend whose name is arthur.

yes, his name rhymes with butter.

but he’s not a softie,

in fact, he’s pretty crafty (in a good way)

he’s also very funny la,

he likes to watch futurama.

i’m sorry arthur, maafkan saya

awak kawan saya foreva and eva.

sial la. (:

moo moo.

smilingdaisies — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 02:29:31 +0000

I think I like him, A LOT.

And I’m scared. I’m afraid of putting all my hopes and expectations into this first time of mine. And if I do that, I know there’s a high chance of myself getting hurt badly. We all know that expectations kill. It’s better to not have any expectations of what something should be like, that way, when you experience it for yourself; it’s most likely going to a positive experience.

But at the same time, I feel like I’m ready to take the plunge. I don’t know why, but with him, it’s just a gut feeling. An instinct, that I’ll be ok with him around.

HOW NOW BROWN COW?

hey cousin, the aeroplane’s taking off!

smilingdaisies — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 02:25:47 +0000

there’s so much i’d like to say but i’m struggling to put into words. the past 2 weeks have been absolutely awesome.

helping out at NTU MS FOC was a gratifying experience because i was in the company of a group of muslims who were fun, enthusiastic and most importantly they kept me grounded and reminded me of my role as a muslim here on earth. i was humbled and inspired at the same time. it also marked the first time i SLEPT IN A MOSQUE AND WOKE UP ON TIME TO DO MY SUBUH PRAYERS. (amin)

the ubin trip with my construction buddies was undeniably AWESOME. though i was a wuss and pushed my bike half the time (more than that la i think) when we went up a hill, and though my butt ached horribly after the trip (i looked like an AH MA trying to sit down), i enjoyed myself tremendously with two of the most wonderfully silly people in the world. i don’t think i could ever ask for better construction buddies. i’m proud to say that i’ve conquered the (HILLY) hills of ubin. HAHA.

i’m apprehensive yet strangely excited about school. and i can’t believe the holidays just passed me by like that. i mean, it is a good thing right? that i filled my time with fulfilling activities that i enjoy doing? but still, it’s still way too scary the way time never seems to slow down no matter how much you will it to. strangely enough, time was much slower when i was a kid with ugly hair.

went to the school’s doctor and he said that ickifying lump on my hand is… A WART! EWWWW. haha. but unfortunately, our dear doctor was super duper uber busy with international students having their medical check up so the next available date for me is 12th aug! SO LATE. ): and he’s going to FREEZE my wart off with LIQUID CARBON DIOXIDE. hoho. and my friend says it hurts. so warts hurt not only your skin but your pockets too. )):

:)

smilingdaisies — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 17:17:50 +0000

Warisan wanita terakhir
Jiwa raga ku serah
Kau ingin milik segalanya
Di mana kasihmu tiada kau memberi
Apa yang ku perlu hanya kau dapat memberi
Hanya satu yang ku pinta kasih
Kau warisan wanita yang terakhir

you know the world is too small

smilingdaisies — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 04:35:27 +0000

when you realise that the auntie who’s in charge of cleaning the hall block you are living in is the mother of your secondary school AND junior college senior. is that 6 degrees of seperation OR WHAT?

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AWESOME LA.

haha, i’m just amazed again, how we are all connected in some way or another to a very random person who just pops into your life in a very random manner. this also shows that singapore is WAY TOO SMALL. but small is good, sometimes. small means familiarity and closeness. so if you detest being too close for comfort, then i’m guessing you’d be DYING to get away from this island to explore the lands beyond.