George

Sunday, November 8, 2009

I won't promise to be your friend forever, because I won't live that long. But let me be your friend as long as I live.

Knowing a friend like you has made me happy in a million ways and if ever I have to let you go I would find a million reasons to make you stay.

Some joys are better explained in silence, as a smile gets more audible than laughter. I was asked if I enjoyed my friendship with you. I just smiled.

People like you are found only once in a lifetime. So you better take care of yourself because I don't want to waste another lifetime to find a such a SWEET Friend.

If someone asks me what is friendship? I would sit next to you, pull you close to me, put my arms around you and say proudly 'this is friendship'.. thanks for being a wonderful friend.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Credits to hilman

Well,my friend in the 3x3 gang send me a msg saying to watch this movie called ACROSS THE UNIVERSE. So yeah i did watch,it was a musical performance to appreciate the Beatles music genre and all.

A dock worker Jude travels to America in the 1960s to find his estranged father. There he falls in love with sheltered American teenager Lucy. When her brother Max is drafted to fight in the Vietnam War, they become involved in peace activism. The film title and main characters are named after various songs by The Beatles. Written by MIB6116

An original musical film, Across The Universe is a fictional love story set in the 1960s amid the turbulent years of anti-war protest, the struggle for free speech and civil rights, mind exploration and rock and roll. At once gritty, whimsical and highly theatrical, the story moves from high schools and universities in Massachusetts, Princeton and Ohio to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, the Detroit riots, Vietnam and the dockyards of Liverpool. A combination of live action and animation, the film is paired with many songs by The Beatles that defined the time. Written by Anonymous

Musical based on The Beatles songbook and set in the 60s England, America, and Vietnam. The love story of Lucy and Jude is intertwined with the anti-war movement and social protests of the 60s. Over 30 Beatles' songs are woven into the plot together with visual allusions to films Help!

I love dressing up

My parents their the type where you dont flash to much but you will still look smart. So here it goes:)

3x3 in action

Sofia ong yin mei is teaching Reshwayne how to play the guitar:)

Stefan is just being himself. Mr.Bean

His my bestfriend:) Emiridyal Pirzada rizvi. I love him so much because his always there when i need a shoulder to cry on,a friend to go hyper with,and a brother to look after me. He change my daily routines by answering his calls and texts. He always reminds me tht a chnage will do good to me. Im so glad that Allah gave me this opputunity to meet up with this man. I dont plan to loose him as a bestfriend not any more. We fight like normal bestfriend do but we over come it so weirdly. I fight with him to day cuz i felt like i was loosing everyhting,i just pulled his wristband and the next thing i know,emir is talking about A*****. hahahaha:D When he gets married,i will help him plan everything,i promised him that. Whats my wish for him? That he will be my bestfriend till we die. Im going to be his bestman though. And if you watch "maid of honour",you'll think we will end up like one,but i think that our story will be different bigger better and more impact. Not as lovers but the friendship that we hold,the bond that we have,will make us both closer.

Thankx mir,for everything that you've done,you are the bestesttt friend i ever had:D Gosh feels like crying:/

Hilman stefan and emir just taking the bau busuk picture..

Bak kata Chin Tak

"act cute"

Baju resh kototr sebab she feel flat on the floor with sofia's guitar,lawak lah but she sgt lawak lah i think shes just superly funny. i love her,shes the only person who cans get angry at me but we will still be okay :)

that it from 3x3

Berkhidmat untuk 3x3,

FieKinsel.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Gemilang reality

when your sixteen

You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors
Its the morning of your very first day
you say hi to your friends you aint seen in a while
Try and stay out of everybodys way
its your freshman year and youre gonna be here
for the next four years in this town
hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say
you know I havent seen you around, before

Cause when youre fifteen and somebody tells you they love you
youre gonna believe them
and when youre fifteen
feeling like there nothing to figure out
well count to ten, take it in
this is life before who youre gonna be
fifteen

You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail
and soon enough youre best friends
laughing at the other girls who think theyre so cool
well be out of here as soon as we can
and then youre on your very first date and hes got a car
and youre feeling like flying
and youre momas waiting up and you think hes the one
and youre dancing round your room when the night end
when the night ends

[15 Lyrics On http://www.elyricsworld.com/ ]

Cause when youre fifteen and somebody tell you they love you
youre gonna believe them
when youre fifteen and your first kiss
makes your head spin round but
in your life youll do greater than dating the boy on the football team
but I didnt know it at fifteen

When all you wanted was to be wanted
wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now
Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday
but I realized some bigger dreams of mine

and Abigail gave everything she had to a boy
who changed his mind and we both cried

Cause when youre fifteen and somebody tells you they love you
youre gonna believe them
and when youre fifteen, dont forget to look before you fall
Ive found that time can heal most anything
and you just might find who youre supposed to be
I didnt know who I was supposed to be at fifteen

La la la la la .. la la la la la . La la la la la

Youre very first day
take a deep breath girl
take a deep breath as you walk through those doors.
......................................................................................................................................................................

Well,i never though once i finish school,ill have this group of friends when i want to bowl ill call or even when i feel like hanging at mamak's ill text,i never thought ill have this gang,but then today evething chnage,im so glad it did:) Well again,Stefan texted few of us what will our freedom party look like? So during recess instead of studying modmaths we talk talk and discuss. It was full of laughter and guling-guling and shouting. We talk so superly loud but we are sitting so close. So we decided to do a movie marathon at hilman's house so cross fingers hope tht his parents let though. Took us hours to finalize what movie...

and jo,she named our group: 3x3

KEH KEH KEH

3 different religion

3 different races

1 voice

UNITY!!!

3x3=

-JOFIAWEEN

-Stefan

-Emir

-Hilman

-Afiq husaini

-Vincent

happy halloween

And tutup aurat kot... heihsh im so proud of her.. hahahahahaha:D and it is haloween,so i bet everyone will be asking who am i going to be,well im being kim kardashian:)

tgk tgk,she can see and play thhte guitar but yet,pakai tudung okay!!! one day,i will be like this,even hotter:p

I may not,but i have some.

Hey guys,
OMG!!!! Exams exam,ill post more about exam when its really over,but exam oun tak habis lagi,Stefan and the 3x3 Gang dah plan what to do though:) ill update about that more. but for now,,,,

Remember i told you about korean guys how i wish i had one,i just remebered when i had this comp back in july there were some korean people... cute though.. i cant get gu jun pyo but i took photo indeed:D

Indeed

sometimes,
I own the world.
I teach the trees to breathe
and seas to swirl.
sometimes I speak
and see the beaches burdened
by increasing worth
from all the beseeched pearls
that heed me.
but
sometimes,
there are no words.
indeed,
sometimes I am only thirds
and inklings
spurned by the blur
of a circle
shrinking
further away from its purpose,
leaving.
sometimes,
I'm only thinking
that sometime soon
every ship that sailed
will end up sinking.
[but I can stop the leaking]

Friday, October 30, 2009

Its a love hate relationship

it's not so different: the lionness
lurching the antelope's head between
its teeth at a sudden unnatural angle
the juggular (everywhere anywhere) releasing;
her relaxed-porcupine tongue unmasking
warrior cubs of their red war paint,
hungrily nurturing, mothering mothering
the predator-prey (never nowhere) approaching--

and so it is with wishes and wills,
how each can be sharpened to pierce cleanly
through the hearts of those mentioned therein;
or rather than pierce, instead fulfill
the voids which plague those same hearts, serenely
healing wounds out of reach, too far within--

and years from now, re-reading this note
remember how love and hate are embodied
in the same skin, poison and antidote,
making pristine what it joyfully dirtied--

despair not that the bleeding is done
so much that unwittingly you were the one

who fell in love with a cruel lamia.

Moderate Love.

this is probably about how the sun was on the opposite side of the sky when i woke up this morning. and how my name looks wrong every time i write it until it's gotten to the point that i'm not even sure how to spell it. it's about how everything has been flying out of my control so that i can't remember how to walk without making a sound. or how to hold on to the edges when my vision gets too blurry. this is almost certainly about how you live one and three forth miles to the north of me, but i forgot and slept facing the south last night so now i just feel like i turned my back on you.

but really, this isn't about you.

it's about how i've subscribed to the same three magazines for three years now, and every time i open them i feel like i've seen it all before. and how today is like yesterday and four days before that. it's about how i'm a repeat stuck on repeat, and we're all the same, and i'm drowning in an ocean of these fluid lies and tired eyes. this is maybe, almost completely about how my syllables sound like falsities every time i answer the phone trying to sound like i've grown up, and about how i'm hoping it's you while i'm sifting through message lists and memories.

but really, i promise, i promise this isn't about you.

it's about how i forget what i'm saying in the middle of sentences with complex compound structures. and how i'm not much at talking since i get nervous and my words stop making sense. it's about how i speak in different languages that all sounds alike or like stutters. and how you're clinging to my ribcage telling me to wait. to breathe. to smile. this is absolutely about how you're like two fingers on my wrist checking for a pulse and about how you're substituting your own sort of rhythm to the crash course soundtrack of my life.

this probably isn't about you, but maybe every other moment is

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Take this

Lullabye

I’m so tired
and there’s nothing left to say
Just a thin new quiet
and another worthless day
My head’s on fire
and the foundation’s giving way
Need to find me a buyer
so I can sell myself away.

Goodbye cruel world—
I’ve found a better place to die;
It’s got scar tissue for pavement
and signed confessions in the sky.
They cut a little deeper
every time you get too high,
and the priests and doctors scare you
but you don’t know exactly why.

I’m so damn tired,
and there’s nothing left to lose
Just a bright, new scar
and another pointless clue
My head’s dead wired
I just have to follow through
Still can’t find me a buyer
can I sell myself to you?

Goodnight, my love—
may the angels hold you tight;
let their whispers drown the damage
blasts that wake you in the night.
I’ll be crouching in your field of dreams
but I will be all right
if I can make my way to morning
keep the Saving Day in sight.

So, so tired
as I lay me down to sleep;
I pray the Lord my silence
will be someday mine to keep.
I pray the end will surely come,
that it will grant me peace,
as swiftly as the coming storm
as silent as the trees.

Goodnight, my love

Goodnight, my love…

My two bestfriend

Dear myself

Why did you fall for him? Why did you let your fingers intwine with his? Why did you look into his eyes and let your pain dissolve? Why did you get pulled into this hurricane of love and hate? Why did you jump every time you saw he called? Why did you greet him every morning with a long and warm hug? Why do you still say hello to him? Why do you still think about him? Why do you still dream of him?

Why
      Do
          You
                Still
                      Love
                              Him?

Signed, you.

------

Dear myself

I saw him today. He seems so strong, and, well, perfectly fine. Why did you get involved in this? You saw him looking at her today. She loves him, and everytime she even talks to him your eyes fill with rage and tears.  He said he missed you. He said he missed holding your hand. He said he missed loving you. Missed you loving him.

                    He
       Has
                    No
       Idea
                    Does
       He?

Sincerely, you

------

Dear myself,

Why is it so hard for you to wake up and realize he doesn't feel anything anymore? You stayed up praying all last night, I know, I was there. Guess what you prayed for? Him to be loved. And to be cared for. And for that girl to know she is so much luckier than she realizes, and that she better be thankful for that beautiful gift the gods have given her. Do you really want to play his little games? Do you really want to be used, like a toy, then discarded when he's done?

   Do
               You
   Really
               Want
   This
                At
   All?

   From, you.

------

Dear myself

Well your pursuit of happiness is ending fast. Was it really a pursuit, or just a quick jog in the park? Well look around honey, your roses are dying. Do you remember the card that he made you on valentines day? See it on the wall, right next to you?

Take it
And
For god sakes

Burn
It

Rip
It

Throw
It
In
The
River

Something. And fast.

Love, you.

------

Dear myself

Well. I see that valentines day card is still taped to your wall. Why didnt you do what I asked? You never do. I would LOVE to watch you rip up that letter and feed it to the asphalt, but you know, I guess Im unable to do it too. So how come instead of cutting up that card,

Y
o
   u

Cut

Y
o
   u
     r

Wrist?

Always, you.

------

Dear Myself,

Seems it really is over. Seems it really is done. Seems he really has moved on. Seems it was not a nightmare, damn it, it was real. It was all real. Don't you hate it? Dont you hate him?

Well it seems
That you
D-o-n-t

And it seems that your "pursuit" led you to a dead end.

Hey, I'm always here. If you can't tell that already. Maybe you are crazy. Maybe I am crazy. No, WE. are. crazy. I can see why. Can you? We? God, I think I really have gone crazy. Do you agree?

Signed
For the last time

Me.