A day which stirs the nation into an uproar. A day when history is made, the threshold of change in this country. Bersih 2.0 - July 9th. My birthday as well, but oh well, who cares.
Birthdays are usually depressing days for me, because i grow older and the day itself is always a let-down. I have a whole history of bad birth-days.
July 9th of 2008, the worst birthday ever. I was homesick in college, away from home, came down with a sore throat, and was penniless (figuratively, with only RM7 left) and had Gardenia bread for dinner. To top it off, nobody wished me Happy Birthday.
July 9th of 2009 is second on the list. First few days in university, homesick again, being bullied by seniors, and no birthday celebration.
But July 9th of 2011 turned out okay after all. Although i only got a gift from my parents, at least there's a birthday cake this time. And i guess what makes birthdays special after all is being celebrated by loved ones.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Dream on
I have a dream. No, i have many dreams. Not just every night, but every moment of waking and breathing and living. One day, i saw a little brown bird with a patch of red on its head, jumping from twig to twig on a orchid plant outside my window. For a moment, he stopped and looked straight at me. I smiled at him and i told the bird my dreams.
Dreams of being an author and seeing my books on bookstores' shelves.
Dreams of standing under the limelight on a stage for once and not hiding behind curtains.
Dreams of being in love.
Dreams of being able to drive and own a car.
Dreams of living in a big mansion with a room full of books up to the ceilings.
Dreams of traveling around the world to places where i could never go because i'm not rich.
Dreams of not having to work, but to do something i love everyday for the rest of my life.
Dreams of having everything i ever wanted.
And the list could go on and on. But then the little bird began telling me about another girl in another land far away, and of her dreams.
Dreams of having a mom and dad.
Dreams of being able to go to school, read and write.
Dreams of knowing where her next meal will come from.
Dreams of having pretty clothes to wear, and another pair of shoes.
Dreams of being loved and cared for.
When the little bird finished his story, he looked at me, cocked his head and said, "Dream on."
And he flew away.
Dreams of being an author and seeing my books on bookstores' shelves.
Dreams of standing under the limelight on a stage for once and not hiding behind curtains.
Dreams of being in love.
Dreams of being able to drive and own a car.
Dreams of living in a big mansion with a room full of books up to the ceilings.
Dreams of traveling around the world to places where i could never go because i'm not rich.
Dreams of not having to work, but to do something i love everyday for the rest of my life.
Dreams of having everything i ever wanted.
And the list could go on and on. But then the little bird began telling me about another girl in another land far away, and of her dreams.
Dreams of having a mom and dad.
Dreams of being able to go to school, read and write.
Dreams of knowing where her next meal will come from.
Dreams of having pretty clothes to wear, and another pair of shoes.
Dreams of being loved and cared for.
When the little bird finished his story, he looked at me, cocked his head and said, "Dream on."
And he flew away.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Shadows
A fleeting shadow on the wall
Flicking unsteadily
You’re nothing more.
Never good in anything
Tagging behind
Second best in everything.
You do what he does
When he moves you move
Where’s your backbone
You dependent fool!
Just a dark figure on the wall
Gone unnoticed
You’re nothing more.
He’s the person, real and true
You’re the image
which sticks like glue.
When twilight comes
and the sun goes down
Like mists you vanish
Without a sound
Without a trace
Gone unnoticed
to where shadows abound.
"Shadows" by E.Y
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