malaysian politics can be exciting.

the ceramahs were incendiary, cili padi, yes, its fun being in a crowd. isn't it?

shouting along even if you can't vote. even though most of the issues raised were irrational, the promises unpragmatic.

i think it's just the situation of being in a large group of people who are they to make noise. the feeling of being part of a community, of belonging.

shouting along to time is running out in stadium negara. the sweat-drenched shirt, the dry throat, the crushing crowd.

muse, we are scientists, club 8 and pelle carlberg. gives me that crowd-high.

just one more now. the kop!

i want to be in that army, when the reds go marching in.

let's sing together, sing it loud, and sing it proud, so the tune doesn't even matter

My soul slides away

But don't look back in anger, I heard you say

Oasis whoooooooo

in the end, you don't get to do what you like,

but you learn to like what you do?

shhh.

stop talking.

you don't always have to fill the silence.


hush now.

and just listen.

you hear that?

the bottled up thoughts of the unheard.

There are times when life calls out for a change. A transition. Like the seasons.

Our spring was wonderful, but summer is over now and we missed out on autumn.
And now all of a sudden, it's cold, so cold that everything is freezing over.
Our love fell asleep, and the snow took it by surprise.
But if you fall asleep in the snow, you don't feel death coming.

~Paris, je t'aime

sometimes i do wish that i never knew her, that our paths never crossed.
then i wouldn't feel such untold sadness.

but then i wouldn't feel the untold happiness either.

better to have loved and lost? than to have never loved at all?


there are many things that i
would like to say to you but i don't know how

i need a hug.
high fives would do for now. haha
i'll take what i can get.
beggars can't be choosers, can we?


now, where did all you emo people come from?