Babel

The rules:
1* Use only 1 word answers.
2* Pass along to 6 of you favourite bloggers.
3* Tell them you've given them the award.
4* Tell the person who awarded you when you have posted your answers!



The questions:
1. Where is your cell phone? Desk
2. Your hair? Chaotic.
3. Your mother? Beautiful
4. Your father? Wise.
5. Your favorite food?Cheese.
6. Your dream last night? Running.
7. Your favorite drink?Coffee.
8. Your dream/goal? Self Awareness.
9. What room are you in? Bedroom.
10. Your hobby? Life.
11. Your fear? Failure.
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Satisfied.
13. Where were you last night? Cinema.
14. Something that you aren’t? Peaceful.
15. Muffins? Yummy.
16. Wish list item? Steven Strait.
17. Where did you grow up? Malaysia.
18. Last thing you did?Chat.
19. What are you wearing? PJ's.
20. Your TV? Downstairs.
21. Your pets? Non-existent.
22. Friends? Interesting.
23. Your life? Ocean.
24. Your mood? Reflecting.
25. Missing someone? Yes.
26. Vehicle? Atos.
27. Something you’re not wearing? Socks.
28. Your favorite store? Second-hand.
29. Your favorite color? Midnightblue.
30. When was the last time you laughed? Today.
31. Last time you cried? Yesterday.
32. Your best friend?Mine.
33. One place that I go to over and over? Home.
34. One person who emails me regularly? Naina.
35. Favorite place to eat? Tony Roma's.

http://fluffy-humpkins.blogspot.com/ ( Abhay)

http://silverojak.blogspot.com/ ( Amir)

http://xateaisthebomb.blogspot.com/ ( Zatee)

http://fuzzehdeen.blogspot.com/ ( Ez @ Grizzly)

http://sarahsvolume.blogspot.com/ ( Sarah)

http://dazzle-brazzle.blogspot.com/ ( Ju)

Social networking etiquette. True~

The Art of the Unfriend

By Chris Sallquist - November 17, 2009

Poking. Friending. De-friending. Messaging. Posting. Tagging. Liking. Ignoring.

frog Senior Interaction Designer Kevin Hutchinson confesses that our social power is evolving due to our presence on online social networks because we are able to find, reach, and communicate with people at a greater speed. But with this new amplified social connectivity comes a new set of expectations for increased engagement. Social networking etiquette is still evolving and it can be difficult to decipher what is appropriate in this hyper-social online space.

Hutchinson believes that, we as social creatures, should take some cues from other forms of communication. You wouldn’t text, call, or knock on someone’s door several times a day to tell them how much you enjoyed what they were reading, doing, or saying, so why comment or “like”, everything they post on their Facebook wall. Right? How does one create social boundaries on their networks and how do we not take it so, er, personally when someone does not befriend us?

From: http://designmind.frogdesign.com/blog/the-art-of-the-unfriend.html

Perspective

I love what she wrote. So apt and concise and funny, from the point of view of an insightful 13 year old about what happened on the 27th of the year 2009...oh that and a "sombre" analysis of the movie 2012 XD :

From: http://dazzle-brazzle.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-not-so-great-day.html

Yesterday was the 'Korban Eid'. And it wasn't even as fun as I expected. So many people fought. I just kept going to my aunt's house and back to my grandma's house every minute with my cousin (they're houses are next to each other). They did lamb this year. I don't like lamb. I never did. I like beef better. Cows. Yup. And not much people came. So it was just our clan. And our clan didn't even get along well with each other. There were quarrels and fights and arguments and feuds.

I don't know what happened this year. I guess they all went a little cookoo in the head. I wish we all could just get along with each other and be open and understanding. But thank god I didn't get into a fight. But the positive part is that I'm watching a movie and going on a vacation. Yup.

Anywayz, I watched 2012 with my family on my parent's anniversary last week. It was really good. The special effects rocked. But I thought the earth would kind of collide with another planet and explode or something. Well I guess if they made the story like that it wouldn't really be a story, would it? They'll just have to show the earth explode and then end the movie. But instead they made all the countries in the world BOOOSH WOOOOSH. Except for Africa. Why Africa? So in the movie, I died. You did too. Unless you're really weird and think you'll survive and get on that ship. You'll probably not. Because it's impossible. OH. And there were many 'impossiblities' in the movie. Like when John Cu-something (the dad) was in a van and the van fell into a crack and somehow he managed to survive. That's an 'impossiblity'. Did you notice something about the movie? Did you notice that all the people who did wrong died (I don't know why Gordon died though). Like Youri and... WAIT. Speaking of Youri, he's my favourite character in the movie. I love the way he speaks. So yeah that's what I think of 2012. AND the world's not gonna end in 2012. It's proven. But it could even end earlier than 2012, I dunno. Only God knows.

Of tulle and luck

Mistake

If that's the price I have to pay for one of the biggest mistakes of my life...ill take it with all my heart coz i know like hell i deserved it. Anyways i hope it won't last forever though and ill be able to repay my debt to that person Ive hurt with what i have.

Pay it forward

I haven't gone all mushy over a movie since Shutter and Pan's Labyrinth but yeah Pay it Forward really tugged at my heartstrings. Yeah i am a sucker for ideals and the idea of a utopian society.

Shucks....but then how can u blame me especially since we all know the shittiness of the world we live in. So it did what movies do best, it helped me turn my back to the mess in the worldly backyard( more like graveyard) and gasp(!) actually gave a lightly simmering hope. The kind that you see in a desert as a mirage, flickering and fragile but still something to consider anyway.

The concept of "Paying it forward" is perhaps really novel because of its simplicity and the fact that it can be done by anyone. That you don't have to be a VIP or a "somebody" to be able to pay it forward. It's a brilliant idea and much lulled over in society by random acts of kindness but never spot on employed as an idea in itself.

If only everyone actually carried that plan out-but with the equivalent of a gestapo agency to actually make sure people follow through coz Utopian as the concept is, un-Utopian means must ultimately be used to successfully implement such an idea- the world might actually clean up to be pretty decent after all. Haha how ironic.

But then every once in a while you do come across those everyday heroes that do such deeds...But more often that not, they usually go unnoticed unless you are some sort of elite celebrity or pea-brained kept person of some big fish. And i really think my cousin Zin is one of those people. Most people by rote know the concept of " Do things without expecting anything in return" but more often than not its another thing entirely in real life.

Zin really sludges around in those forgotten places mingling with the forgotten refugees and people that the world doesn't give a second glance at. And he does it with such conviction and has such faith in these people without expecting any reward or gratification except for the improvement in their lives.

Others might scorn acts such as these as martyr wannabe and fruitless. "What's the point of doing kindness by a few people when no matter what you do the world will always be filled with such needy people?" It's people like Zin who are an antidote to scrawny cynicism that becomes an enemy of humanity. He does what he can with the experience that he has. No medals or credentials involved. So yeah if only more people had that kind of mindset and conviction, movies like Pay it Forward might cease to be just a movie and become something more that could actually accomplish what it sets out to do.

Sometimes...

Sometimes loneliness can sweep you away till you can't see the big picture anymore.

Sometimes i feel im pretty ugly, that only an angle flatters me.

Sometimes i feel i can't quite figure out who i am.

Sometimes I want to start over where no one knows my name.

Sometimes I want be the one finding the lucky four leaved clover when im crawling on all fours in the dark.

Sometimes I want to be able to read minds so that I can fast forward the whole messy process of the over commercialized thing called "love" or something like that.

Sometimes I want to just sit and not be tired of waiting.

Sometimes all I'd like is to be in a place with nothing but rocks and trees and water and just BE.

Sometimes I want to be that chick from Kill Bill, Yes she gets her revenge. Subtlety is futile.

Sometimes I want to be able to say it's not true that Honesty would get you killed.

Sometimes I want to stop being so fucking afraid.

Sometimes I want to just curl up with a book and a mix tape and not feel like such a misfit.

Sometimes I want to know if other people bleed just like me.

Sometimes I want to be able to let go and know that I'll be OK.

Donald Hall's Collection of Everyday Poetry

I guess poetry( i know alot of people think it's just emotional bullshit expressed through winding words. Screw them then. They don't LIVE) is like an anchor that pulls down to earth all the fuzzy, vague, beginnings of thoughts that cannot be expressed through solid information, and binds them in a universal tongue: feelings and relativity.

I was reading this collection of poems by Donald Hall( a famous American poet) who scourged all the hidden gems from across the country by fishing through magazines and what not.

I extracted some parts from pieces that I really really liked. Here they are:

From Voyage by Suzanne Gardinier

"...I aimed the vessel's battered chin into the fists of green waves without number and did not let the emptiness encumber my loneliness's efforts at creation."

" Of course I'd killed nothing but as i stood barefoot in my own blood, awed,I could not escape the shamed pride of a butcher: smeared withh death,alive, exultant, sure beyond words...

that murder and nourishment are fierce comrades"

From Movie By Patricia Storace

" These dreams framed in the metal of what's real

a silence perfected by voices,

the smoky erotic twilight when the house lights dim

And the world emerges en neglige

And as it moves toward us through gauzy blue,

We glimpse its nudity in the form of stories,

When we live here, everything we want to happen, does

without becoming history."

" To be adult and still unborn is one kind of ideal

Here attention's prenatal, velvet, wall-to-wall

And life's doubled, flesh is flesh's symbol,

A jewel worn on the wrist and in the eye,

Diamond in the day, diamond again in a dream,

The best thing yet we've fashioned from the dark,

these angels of our thought on screen.

We watch them raptly as we watch our dead,

the little candles of remembered gestures lit,

loved features we live by, again and again.

Again.Again."

The Greatest Play on Earth

Pull back the curtains

The stage is set

Hearts aflame, passions conflagrant

We're all unwilling players

Like pawns and kings and queens in a bloody

game of minds

Straws pulled in a preamble

to the greatest play on earth: Life itself

You're either a hero, the villain or the dead

You'll be lucky if you survive with your head

Surely love lost and gone

And starcrossed lovers spangled across

History's fabric would swear

That throbbing pulse on your sleeve it'd tear

Time and time again the same ghostly acts play out

With different actors and props

It fools you into thinking they're different

When underneath all the musk of sophistication and newness

It is dank and rank and mundane

Love is for some people, not so for others

Look at it from outside the blown glass pavillion

A mimicry of utopia played out in a pantomime

The jester who thinks mockery is flirtation

I belong to no one and yet yearn to find

that nook id call my own

Lenka Addiction

Wandering Star

Ok holidays don't sit well with me. I have a moth to the flame complex that gets under my skin. It's like kerosene and spice bubbling under it. Yuck not nice but had to deliver the metaphor. During exams i knowingly confuse wishing for them to be over with wanting holidays. And once Dear Old Hols come i get sick of it within 2 days and want out. Talk about self imposed paradoxes. Haha.

Anyways to kill the honey thick slow passing of time I'm going to post some "Blogart"( as i call 'em). Enjoy :)