Just write..

"The key to writing is, to start writing. Don't think, just write." from the movie, Finding Forrester.

And write i shall, but what should i write? I realised that usually I write when I am emotional or depressed. But lately, I have not been either long enough to write something. Then again, I usually just jot down some stanzas which sometimes rhyme, and most of the time do not. Being sleep deprived lately, out of my own doing (blaming the World Cup will not do me any good here), watching matches or replay of matches in the early mornings, I was hoping to be inspired whilst my mind is in numbness. Not happening either. Maybe being too actively playing games on Shockwave has dumbed my mind. But I only play the mind challenging games, not all time, but mostly. My favourite is Bloxorz (I think that is how it is spelt). It's a puzzle, the key is to get the peg into the given hole, readjusting it so it drops down perfectly. Confused? You should try it first instead of eating my words. As I am following the quote above, I am not really thinking on what I am writing. I am just letting my fingers flow whichever way it wants to.

I am not good at composition. My teacher in school once commended me on my exciting opening to an essay assignment, but then it went flat in the middle and even before you reach the end, all the air was out. I think my best achievement so far in Composition is for my SPM paper. at that time, even with the stress, I believe God sent his angels to help me. That morning, ink was flowing out of my pen onto paper without much thought. The idea was brief and the plot was simple. Just describe a day with your family or something like that. As it is, I prefer fictional characters to real life ones. The results were amazing, I believe, as I was satisfied with it. There were some grammatical errors, but hey, I didn't actually had time to recheck them after I finished my story. And because of that, I only got an A2 for my 1119 (essay assessment). But I was still happy and proud, yet sadly, for exams at that level, you will never get your paper back, no matter how good it was. I wanted to know what the evaluation was, so that I could improve on it. Try as I may, I could never write back that essay, even if I know the whole plot. I'm a one of person in most cases, which also includes movies, books and people. Hmmm... I will, with my new fighting spirit, and six entries this month, try to recreate the essay as I really want it for my keeps. :)

So, here I am at the end of my rambling and babbling, ranting and raving. I will stop here, as this exercise is pointless when I am sleepy. Yet, that is also one of the times when my ideas would want to flow as easy as the river. Man, can't it come at a better time at all? My ideas would come at the least, most inappropriate moments. I mean, when I am sleepy, when I have just shut down the computer, when I do not have anything to write on of write with, and even when I am in the toilet(!). How exasperating is that? Then, when i have the opportunity and the necessary means to write, my mind just acts as it never existed at all. Frustrated? Yes! Annoyed? Definitely! Down right maddening? Extremely! How do you supposed girl a to write when this sort of stuff happens all the time?!

A day of celebration...

A year ago, on this date (25 June 2009), the world lost (I don’t care, I’m gonna say it), THE WORLD'S GREATEST ENTERTAINER that ever lived. The grief of the lost will forever leave a huge hole in my heart, and many more I’m sure. Michael Joseph Jackson will always be remembered in our hearts.

22 years ago, on this date (25 June 1988), a lovely ickle baby was born in the name of Amiera Amir. 21 years later, the tiny lil’ baby transformed into a beautiful young lady, and we became friends. For her, this would be a day of celebration, but for obvious reason, many will be mourning.

Now, as a friend, how do I celebrate her birthday, whilst still commemorating MJ?.. By posting this page of course, and this vid..(This is my kinda celebration..)

A long time ago, when MJ was alive (!) and surrounded by controversies, he (or his animated self) appeared on my ultimate favourite TV show, The Simpsons. He was white (yellow), fat and Homer met him in a mental intitution(for an ‘ahem’ reason). The episode, as it seems, was on the subject of Lisa’s birthday. And guest what! MJ sang this song in that episode. (I actually managed to combine my three fav topic into one dedication!)

So Sugarplum, this clip is for you. Hope you have a great day, and many more blessed years to come. And hopefully our friendship is till the end. ENJOY!
(Note: Just substitute the name Lisa to Miera, and you’ll be fine)
Luv U gurl! @),--,‘----


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Loving Dr Spencer Reid..

Just can't get enough of Criminal Minds. Love the series to bits, not just because I have a weird taste on what is fun, but I love the bonding of the 'team'. Hehe.. so 'family-oriented'.

In season 5, episode 7, titled The Performer, is about an artist whose stage act character is a vampire (!).. my kind of weirness.. anyhu.. the episode was great, as usual, but I would like to highlight that although Dr Reid is supposedly a genuis, he is all so blurred about the 'real' world.. Seriously, watch this clip.. He is so cute, and so blurr that you just fall in love with 'him'. If he is real, he would definitely be my type of 'victim'... hehehe.. (sinister laugh)..

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World Cup Fever..

Every four years, there comes this fever that hits almost everyone on planet Earth. The WHO has not clearly categorised it as either a pandemic or an epidemic, but has recommended certain precautions to be taken, especially for men, as it is common for those with the Y chromosomes.

Symptoms includes

• Dark circles around the eyes
• Puffy red eyes due to lack of sleep
• Lack in concentration at work
• Definitely lack on concentration on the opposite sex
• Interest in other men (for their skills.. =p)
• Sometimes, undecipherable vocabs are heard coming from the mouth

Those who have caught the fever, will suffer from heavy headaches which will last for month (or a nit more).

Women are advised to, either stay clear of those infected, slow down on the nagging, provide necessary nourishments.

These symptoms may also infect the female gender, as any interest taken of these casualties may result in the spreading of the virus.

Scientist has yet to discover the cure for this plague, so all are advised to be patient.

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Too many Beggars...

I usually hate to go to the 'Pasar Tani' (day market) and 'Pasar Malam' (night market)for the following reasons:-

• U have to wake up early (Pasar Tani only)
• There is a whole lot of bustling and shoving around
• The noisy atmosphere
• Sometimes it gets dirty too
• Parking problems

But, yesterday I made my way to the market to get some household items, as the cupboard was close to bare and mom wasn't around. As I soon found out, it wasn't as bad as in the list. I got there at 9a.m (not bad) and easily found a parking space. There was noise, but tolerable. Loads of space to walk around, and the place was reasonably clean. But I found another, not so good of sight. Beggars. There were placed all along the pasar tani, and on the hot, hard bitumen too! There were kids with crunches, kids with a photocopy IC of who I expect was the father which mentions the he had gone blind, adults who were visually impaired singing, adults just sitting there looking terrible, then of course there were the occasional boxes for charity homes which gives away bookmarks as 'thank you' to donors. As heartfelt as I was, I was also appalled by the lack of actions by the authorities to monitor these situations.

These acts of begging for charity was describe as 'a crime, using the sympathy of others for self gain' by the Crime Analysis, Kamal Affendi Hashim in the mStar mag today (13/06/2010). And the problem is not just in my area, but it is rampant all over our beloved Malaysia. What does this show about our 'prospering' country? My question is, what are the actions taken by the authorities to combat these goings on? Are there any course of actions taken, as I have yet to see them.

It is not like I am heartless, not feeling the sympathy and all, but we all know that some of these beggars are under the watchful eyes of syndicates, whilst some are individual, and shockingly, some has made it into an 'occupation'! That is just plain terrible! Lazy people, out to gains their livelihood from people's generosity! Just Terrible!

I am not trying to stop you from your act of kindness and humanity, in fact I encourage it a lot. But, just to be on the safe side, you can donate to charity homes and organisations who are registered and have the authority to ask for donations. And if you do feel like giving to those poor souls on the streets, maybe the donations can be in other forms, such as by giving them food and drinks, rather than money. Like what was mentioned by the Secretary of Malaysian Indian Muslim Association, Mohammed Sharif Ghani (mStar 13/6/2010), we should not encourage these acts, as it will lead to other, later consequences. He further "Do not let Malaysia be a 'site' to open up a 'begging business'."

I, again, beg the authorities to act upon this problem, and the public to report if you find this situation as 'disturbing'.

The Vampiress Gives Back...

Unable to be of service to society due to the lack of iron, this time, when the opportunity arise for me to give my red essence of life, did I not let it go off lightly.. eccentrically, I held out my hand to give all that I can... Unfortunately, some minor glitches had to crop up upon my generous gesture.

First, the veins on my left hand got swollen, so I had to move so that my lifeline could be pumped out of my right hand.. Well, it is better to give with the right hand, right?

Then, when all that is to give is done, I had a spell of dizziness. Apparently, my blood pressure went below the norm, 83 in fact. So, I was kept on the bed for another 15 minutes or so, till my blood could have enough pressure to last me standing up. The second reading only reached 87, so again, on the bed, I was treated to a can of 100Plus drink. The third reading was around 99, and the Doc said I could go if I felt up to it. Off the bed I hopped, happily to be finally 'discharged', only to fall back into my dizzy spell again after a brief chat with a friend. So, overall, I think the norm time taken to donate those precious juice of life should be around 10 minutes, but I think I spent around 1 hour to get back to my feet...

Guess U shouldn't go against the odds, when you know that your norm is to 'suck' blood, not to give them.. For all you vamps out there, take this as a lesson. But I dare say that this is a challenge for me, and like the saying should go, "What you take, you must give back"... I will promise myself to continue in this line of charity.. dare I say that I liked the feeling of being 'poked'? :p

(BW: The writer is weird, I would admit that. But she does have two puncture marks, one on either arm. And the one on the left arm is still bruised and blue.. Me like it, omit the pain lah.)