tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39077472011-08-15T09:29:28.973-07:00NADIR , APEXAND THE IN-BETWEENSDoinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-1108219054147857542005-02-12T06:25:00.000-08:002005-02-12T06:43:51.646-08:00:DI was reading through my last post about my indecisiveness on the next course of action upon graduation and remembered the multitude of things that were running through my mind at that point of time. There were a lot of things ( read: dreams :D ) that I was eager to pursue, and admittedly, some were almost impossible. Hehehe. But hey, they say, aim for the sky, at least the stars will then be Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-1089677008807215262004-07-12T17:01:00.000-07:002004-07-12T22:56:49.553-07:00NOW WHAT?
Hey! :D
I last wrote when I was just starting my industrial training. Now, it has almost come to an end and has brought me uncertainties.
I’m at crossroads now. For most people, this may be the second time, the first being when they had completed their secondary education. And that might have been a big decision for them. And the one similar to what I’m faced with now would probablyDoinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-1086234943474829772004-06-02T20:55:00.000-07:002004-06-02T20:55:43.473-07:00Hello Again!Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-1086231398960561452004-06-02T19:35:00.000-07:002004-06-02T19:56:38.960-07:00Hello World!Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-1061357781888243482003-08-19T22:36:00.000-07:002003-08-19T22:36:21.773-07:00Two more months and it would be a year. A year since everything changed for good but not for better.
I've changed too, just like most people I know.
Sometimes I can't recognise anymore the person I am. At other times, i'm proud of and content with myself.
And I'm quite assured that that does not imply I'm not happy with the changed me. I'm glad all the same.
Hehehe... I'm confusing myself Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-954097412003-06-07T10:49:00.000-07:002004-05-12T06:15:05.373-07:00sleepsurprisesdigitalcamera
Stitchhugecallsmessa
gescakestrawberryflowersbouquetspangfooddonk
eysdungusmangkukswalkcrazylaughpizzaphot
ospeterpanmonkeys
:D:D:D:D
Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-939087832003-05-06T21:48:00.000-07:002003-05-06T21:55:40.000-07:00Thought this was worth a read.
New Straits Times
Life & Times.
May 7th
Before you hit thirty...
The big three-oh is a milestone. What should you have done before you can call yourself a fully-fledged 30-something? SARAH SABARATNAM and LORETTA ANN SOOSAYRAJ spoke to several people and here is what they say you should have done or need to think about doing.
R.S. Murthi, 40-something; columnistDoinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-935395222003-04-30T09:35:00.000-07:002003-04-30T09:56:53.000-07:00What does one do when she misses someone who's no longer a phone call away?
It's so difficult to accept that when someone dies, he's totally wiped out.
To live with it is even more difficult.
I dont know.. it doesn't make sense.
It is becoming more unbearable.
I'm sick of crying. I'm sick of the pain.
I don't know why I even bother to write.Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-931841742003-04-24T09:11:00.000-07:002003-04-24T09:20:25.000-07:00Not too long ago, I had full faith in my religion.
I without doubt believed that only God and no one, and nothing else rewards a man with nothing less than what he rightfully deserves. Whenever I had felt cheated or was deprieved of something that I know should have been mine, I consoled myself. I knew, at the end of the day, I would still be given something equivalent, something that is mine.
OrDoinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-906809652003-03-13T17:36:00.000-08:002003-03-13T17:36:49.780-08:00I have been lazy to write, so now there are just so many things to update about.
And right now, I'm not up to it.
I'm waiting in one of the stupid labs to print out our project documentation.
The final year students are all busy printing out their final year project, and so I now have to wait for who knows how long to print our work.
Irresponsible final year students, why do they have to wait Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-886585502003-02-06T10:06:00.000-08:002003-02-06T10:21:13.000-08:00I can't believe I wasted a whole week doing nothing. Absolutely nothing.
All I did was arrange all my books and notes on the table and stare at them for almost 30 minutes a day,before giving up for that day.
Good good. I've got 3 papers in a row the week after next, and I wonder how I'm going to manage all that in a week.
And seems like I am not the only one.. .hehehe.. Kashie called earlier, Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-886019642003-02-05T10:40:00.000-08:002003-02-06T02:25:11.000-08:00She was born after her two brothers. She grows up to be the girl everyone adores. She loves everyone the way no one else can.
She is the sweetest person most people would have ever met. Even the evilest of person will not be able to start a fight with her, no matter how hard the person may try.
She then gets married, and is blessed with children who are not unlike her. They are the the kind of Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-884799452003-02-03T09:14:00.000-08:002003-02-03T09:14:43.636-08:00Bastards.
Damned bastards.
I just can't believe such people even exist.
Or that I know of such junks calling themselves human.
What kind of a person it is who uses a dead person's id and logs
into the messenger? Not just a dead person, but a dead friend.
And not only that, what kind of living thing it is that even
adds a status message to the logged in id?
And to think that I've been messagingDoinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-879326762003-01-23T18:28:00.000-08:002003-01-23T18:28:26.510-08:00The baby was soooo cute!!!!
And it was sooo tiny. I didn't expect her to be that small. I have seen a baby who was less than a day old, and even that baby was bigger than this baby of my Aunt's.
She was 3 days old and had just come home from the hospital a few hours before we went to visit them. Hehe.. so very cute she was.
When I first saw her, I told myself I wasn't going to carry her until sheDoinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-876015832003-01-17T10:41:00.000-08:002003-01-17T10:41:38.903-08:00He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He is dead.He Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-876012042003-01-17T10:32:00.000-08:002003-01-17T10:47:26.000-08:00Yeahhooo!!!!!
My sitti( mother's younger sister) had given birth to a baby girl
on Thursday morning.
I had been waiting for this baby, and here she is, finally..
Hehehe!!!
And we are going to visit them later today.
I can't wait to see her already, and I can't wait for her to be a few months older.
Newborn babies are not suitable to be played with.
I don't like carrying small little tiny babies Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-874653872003-01-15T00:04:00.000-08:002003-01-15T00:33:07.000-08:00:)
Had a really good time yesterday.
Class was at 12 pm. I was sitting next to Sathya and she told me they were going to Mines, she, Nisha and Mari.
Later towards the end of the class I asked why were they going to Mines.
And Sathya said they were going to watch Lord of The Rings. Do I wanna come along, she asked.
My next class was only at 6pm, but I could replace that class on Thursday. TogetherDoinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-873406382003-01-12T22:21:00.000-08:002003-01-12T22:36:01.000-08:00"It was like every parent said.
Eat your carrots and and you'll have a good eyesight.
Drink your milk and you will grow tall.
Be a nice person and good things will happen.
But the reality was, kids who ate carrots still grew up to wear glasses, kids who drank milk still grew up to be short,
and people who were nice, who played by the rules, and did all that they could do, still didnt win the Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-872691882003-01-11T09:36:00.000-08:002003-01-11T09:36:18.490-08:00I'm proud of myself for wht i managed to do before sleeping last night.
Due to some change in sleeping arrangements last night,
I slept with my mom on her bed and my sis next to us on her single bed.
I tried to not to, but the moment my mom hugged me, I started crying.
She kept patting and soothing me...
She said everyone has to go someday,
just that for him it came earlier..
And kept asking me Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-872035022003-01-09T21:08:00.000-08:002003-01-09T21:08:36.816-08:00Weary.Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-871005162003-01-07T22:34:00.000-08:002003-01-07T22:36:49.000-08:00( continued from my my previous posts )
( My Borneo Holidays pt 3...)
The ride on the boat again to Pulau Selingan, one of the three
marine turtle islands, the others being Pulau Gulisan and Pulau Bakungan Kecil, was
no less exciting.
The sea was even rougher, i guess that was because it was very windy throught that ride.
It took us about 20 minutes to reach Selingan.
It seemed to be even Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-869951572003-01-05T22:31:00.000-08:002003-01-05T22:33:01.000-08:00I've decided not to go to the others anymore.
No matter who.
I dont want to talk about this anymore or to anyone.
But it keeps getting heavier.
So, i changed my mind.
I'll just talk to one person.
But i dont want others to tell me how i should feel.
How i should be.
How i should take things.
I want advice nomore.
I want pity nomore.
I dont want others to look at me and be reminded of it all..
I Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-868151392003-01-01T21:25:00.000-08:002003-01-01T21:43:40.000-08:00( continued from my my previous post )
( My Borneo Holidays pt 2...)
I was amazed when i reached Shan's and Kumar's home,
an apartment unit in some 'hilly' area.
Theirs was the kind of home i would like to live in someday.
It was of the perfect size, and very comfortable, and very well-kept by Shan.
I just loved it.
And, it's surrounded by trees and it was so cooling up there in their 3rd Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-864632692002-12-23T19:47:00.000-08:002003-01-01T21:45:51.000-08:00( My Borneo Holidays pt 1 )
This entry had been delayed for way too long..
For one, knowing that it would be a really long one,
I had been postponing it repeatedly.
Secondly, I didnt really get the chance.
So,now, here it is...
Yeah yeah yeah..
It's about my Sabah trip( oh, how i miss Sabah already!! )
:D :D :D
The 2 1/2 hours flight from KLIA to Kota Kinabalu was of course, quite boring.
What Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-863613042002-12-21T07:06:00.000-08:002002-12-21T21:38:38.000-08:00I just got myself into a car accident!
I'm such a fool.
Luckily no one was hurt.
My dad and I were on our way to my aunt's place in Tapah to visit her and fetch my grandmother
to our place.
The whole journey was supposed to take about 75 minutes.
I had just been driving for 30 minutes on the highway when it started to rain.
The rain suddenly got very heavy and visibility was terribly bad.
I was Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-855953682002-12-06T07:46:00.000-08:002002-12-06T07:46:04.440-08:00:)
Finally i've got something good to write about.
I'll be leaving to Sabah early tommorrow morning, at 7, with my sister Arathi and cousin Kogi.
We'll be taking an AirAsia flight to Kota Kinabalu. Then another MAS flight to Sandakan. We chose the morning flight because Shanker said that we could get a clear view of Mount Kinabalu from the aircraft then. Hopefully we could have a clear view like Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-852550052002-11-29T06:55:00.000-08:002002-11-29T06:55:30.026-08:00Everything is fucked up. Soooo fucked up.Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-851044742002-11-26T04:12:00.000-08:002002-11-26T04:14:56.000-08:00Yaaaahoooooooooooooo!!!!!!!
I'mgoingtoSabahI'mgoingtoseeShanI'mflyingtoSabahI'mgoingtospendtimewithShan
I'mgoingtoMountKinabaluI'mgoigntobewithShanI'mgoingtoSepilokI'mgoingwithShan
I'mgoingtoseetheProboscisMonkeysI'mgoingtohavesuchwonderfultimewithShan
I'mgoingtodosomanythingswithShanI'mgoingformylongawaitedexcitingholidayShan'sgoingtobewithme!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooooooooooo!Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-849738582002-11-23T09:24:00.000-08:002002-11-23T09:24:10.330-08:00There is so much on my mind.
And yet, i dont which and what to write.
I'm ashamed of myself for being weak like this.
I've never made things good for people around me, and now I'm just making it all worse
and depressing the others.
I never thought I will be going through all these.
I never knew I was capable of feeling this much of agony
If this is just one and the beginning of more heartbreaks Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-849274782002-11-22T07:53:00.000-08:002002-11-22T07:53:10.446-08:00I'm proud of myself.
I have managed to add the 'active links' successfully.
Not much of a feat, but I'm still proud.
Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-849190342002-11-22T03:51:00.000-08:002002-11-22T04:56:37.000-08:00www.alistapart.com/stories/writeliving/
Found it. Didn't think it was that simple, forgot that blogspot is actually weblogging for dummies.
Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-849189002002-11-22T03:44:00.000-08:002002-11-22T03:44:30.796-08:00Stumbled upon this link.
A good read.
http://www.alistapart.com/stories/writeliving/
I do not know how to make that an active link or whatever it's called.
I'm learning, though.
Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-848775432002-11-21T09:16:00.000-08:002002-11-23T05:44:58.000-08:00It may seem like I'm reluctant to let go.
How wrong that is.
The feelings, of going into the exam hall, and not seeing just the one single face I want to see the most, of the hundreds of faces.
The feelings, of sitting on my seat, and not seeing the familiar face who was always either a seat in front of me, or behind me. Of seeing someone else sitting there.
The feelings, of not seeing the Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-848774862002-11-21T09:15:00.000-08:002002-11-21T09:15:08.133-08:00Finally one semester is over. FINALLY.
Such a short sem, just 2 months, and yet it was so long. Such an emotional roller-coaster it was.
Right from the first day of the sem till the last day, not even a single day had passed without a significant event.
Anyway, I'm just so glad it's over.
I'm dreading the new semester already.
The thought of having to go back is so uncomfortably heavy in me Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-846119752002-11-15T22:37:00.000-08:002002-11-15T22:42:54.000-08:004th week. I dont know what i'm feeling.
4 weeks ago, at this time, my whole world came crashing down.
4 weeks, and it is still where it went.
I thought things were getting better. Yes, they were.
Just that each time it gets better, the next moment, it goes worse, way below the point earlier.
I dunno what i'm feeling.
I didnt make it easier or better for you on the last few days. And now, I'm Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-844296702002-11-12T11:06:00.000-08:002002-11-12T11:06:41.076-08:00I'm so exhausted.
I'm all messed up.
I'm nothing more than a piece of junk.
I'm about as good as rubbish.
I'm in control of myself as much as i'm in control of the wind.
I'm a goner.Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-841288822002-11-06T10:59:00.000-08:002002-11-06T11:09:23.000-08:00I almost got barred for a subject. Luckily, the lecturer knew why I didnt attend most of his lectures. So, he told me that he had my name removed from the list when I went to see him. To think about it, even if i get barred, personally, i don't care. But, being sponsored by the government, i could get my guarantors into trouble. Moreover, i would feel guilty wasting taxpayers' money in such a wayDoinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-839244462002-11-02T09:29:00.000-08:002002-11-06T01:29:42.000-08:00Why? What did u do to deserve this? Who do i question?
You have never complained, you have never offended anyone, you have never broken a single rule.
You were always able to look at the brighter side of things.
Isn't it me who always complains, who always looks at the darker side, no matter how good something is?
I complained, i said life was so monotonous, there was nothing to look forward to Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907747.post-839180282002-11-02T05:46:00.000-08:002002-11-04T23:40:53.000-08:00I deleted my previous blog.
I didnt think i'd ever blog again. But there are just too many things raging in my head right now, and i know
that i have to somehow let them all out. And, as much as i know you wont be reading my blog anymore, somewhere deep inside i hope you are. Perhaps, i just believe you will.
It has been exactly 2 weeks since you left. It isn't only you that i've lost.I've let Doinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979644764150689214noreply@blogger.com0