Merry Christmas

Five years ago, if you were to ask me how i was going to celebrate Xmas, i would probably tell you that i am going to the noisiest and most crowded place in Penang. The Christmases of lower secondary were spent in Gurney's countdown event, looking back, Wen and i have no idea how we went through the painful ordeal of the crowd, BOs and noise(yet, we were young, and yes, i am sure my girlfriends and i did enjoy those moments). As i grew older, the venue changed to UPR, a different crowd, but still a crowd - sweatier, dirtier - in more ways than one. It's funny how we celebrate certain occasions sometimes. we plunge into the crowd, conform, become just another individual in this multi-layered society and lose the true meaning of the occasion.

since when has christmas become an affair of how wasted someone is, dancing explicitly in clubs, doing stupid things and just mingling with strangers? isn't christmas suppose to be a family-affair, of rejoicing for God(for those who are christians) and so much more? not that i am against a full-force party during christmas. but some teenagers take upon christmas as as their personal crusade to party, another CONVENIENT reason to tell their parents that they are heading out with their friends, stay out the whole night and not come home. this whole picture, it's just, wrong.

And at the end of all the partying, this so called Christmas eve, Christmas day, becomes just another 24 hours; a temporary insignificant day of dirty clothings and sweaty skins under a whole layer of forgotten spirit of true Christmas.

And christmas, is not co christmassy after all - for some.

P.s : My christmas was spent with the best friend, quiet, and would probably end with a long phone call with the boyf. Yes, not the most happening celebration, but yet. :) Nights.

Christmas

I miss you, silly boy.
I love christmas, although i don't really celebrate it. :)

Christmas shopping, done.
Bought all the presents for my friends,
left one more to go.

Although STPM is over, i still feel busy. :/
So many things to do!
alas, i am not obliged to tell you what i am up to. :)

Shall I wax poetry about you?

Not everyday is a beautiful day. I forget that sometimes. I remember the fear. The edginess, the hope, and the loss of it. I remembered reading the pages and loving every turn, every word and every escapism it brought to my stagnant life. Yet. It’s been years since I felt that way – I told myself to grow out of it and that hope is a cancerous cell, a rapid growth to death, everything else fades away. Yet. You came into my life and brought alongside love, anger, smiles, hurt, happiness, rage, elation and every possible emotions we human beings have discovered. Yet.

Our love do not have to be noisy, like the rest of the world.

We can be silently loud.

It’s just your smiles, and mine, after all.

Beautiful

This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, Written by an

African Kid :


When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray

And you calling me colored?