We’ve all established that I like writing sappy stories. But where will that lead me?
I’ve made up my mind, by year end, I’ll compile all the touchy stories from day one and maybe publish it. Of course it won’t be a paperback issue, I’m too green to do that (nor do I have to capacity to do that).
I know most like Makcik Kerepek. I’ve even discussed with Bong about producing a short clip for BMWshorties. Unfortunately, we had no resource, no casts, no makcik, no equipments but plenty of kerepek. But that’s that.
So, if you have any particular writing you like (which are not mine), feel free to leave in the comment area. For the time being, I’m thinking of writing more of this genre.
Chicken Soup for Malaysian Soul? Beehh… overrated!
ps: Shesh.. I’m supposed to be this egoistic blogger, but I turned out the other way around. I guess no one can hide their true colors, even in the cyber world! Happy 1st of July!
Dad, I despise you and your expectation with all my might.
To you, being no 2 in class is not good enough. I have to be numero uno. Failing to do so, will end up being caned. To date, I lost count on how many lashes landed on my body.
To you, secondary at boarding school means a lot. I was more of mom’s boy and I prefer to stay at home. But you expect me to be independent. I did, just so you’d acknowledge my bravery. But you didn’t.
To you, not playing sports is equal to a faggot. So I played hockey, but it meant nothing to you. I took on rugby and played at state level, just so you’d acknowledge my manhood. But you didn’t.
To you, architecture is a slow evolving industry and engineering is far superior. I’ve always wanted to be an architect, since I was 5. So I ditched my passion and pursued your path, hoping for you to see that I am an obedient son. But you didn’t.
Everything I do, I could never meet your expectations. Even if I did, you never gave me a pat on the back and say “Well done son”. It was all that I longed for.
Time and time, you humiliated me in public with your sarcastic low blow remarks. You wanted people to see how close we are. I swallowed my pride and laugh, although deep down I’m torn to pieces.
But what I failed to see, was, all this while, you worked very hard, not for yourself, but for me to inherit your virtues. For me to have a better future. For me to be tough enough to face the world. Being a perfectionist, you wanted the best, that includes your sons.
So Dad, this is my humble apology. I am sorry.
I’m sorry for being mad at you for all my life. I know, it’s not my place to be angry at a person who paved gold roads for me. You’d rather be hated than see me crash and burn, such a selfless act. Now I understand what those expectations were there for.
pss: Thank you Hana, for knocking some senses. Have a safe trip back to Eire. Thank you Bong, for your youtube mellow genre. Thank you Aween, for listening.
Yesterday, teddy posted a twit on what is a browser?
I followed the link and leads me to Youtube. I can’t hold to my belly any longer. I laughed so loud, tears filled my eyes. I was rather confused, should I feel bad or sorry for them?
For something you use almost daily (modern slaves), it’s hard to think people mistook it for a search engine!
So what is a browser? Answer: A software to browse the Internet.
I can’t believe I’m still laughing while I’m writing this. I know, I’m a jerk. Oh well, nobody’s complaining. So what the hell
ps: Maybe I should ask random people on the streets too.
pss: I know it’s bad to laugh at people. But I still can’t help it!
I’m sure many will disagree, so be it. I’m free to write anything as I please.
The highly anticipated movie is finally here, Transformers 2, The Return of the Fallen. Like other young adults, I’ve waited this moment for 2 years. 2 months before the launch date, I’d watch the trailer once every other day. And when the time comes, Optimus Prime failed me.
This time around, all eyes are on Megan Fox. Strangely enough, I don’t find her alluring like most boys and her acting doesn’t put me at the edge of my seat. She’s there to attract audience using her hotness. And I don’t appreciate that. It’s about robots, not a girl. (more…)
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