Well, i know no one actually reads this eljay anyway,
but i'm just doing my part,
because i actually am realy excited for it.
imma extract everything from a message i got from Hanie on Fb.
Come laaa okayy!! First time in Singapore know!

"Come on down and show your love to our local percussion groups.

"Takkan melayu, hilang di dunia" - Hang Tuah

Melayu atas dasar apa?
Budaya? Bahasa? Akhlak? Atau sekadar bangsa semata-mata?

a big vibrant orange one, almost as if its always smiling.
once it was proud, its huge circumference meant that it was able to fit more under it.
when there was rain, or even in the brightest of days,
there was always someone who would use it,
and it will gladly let anyone in, even if its getting too full, it'll accommodate still.

but now, its vibrancy's becoming dull.
it is left chucked in its holder. untouched, unkempt.
no one notices, no one does.
everyone assumed it's still there, doing fine as ever.
this once faithful servant felt a pinch in its heart.

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you know, the feeling you get,
when you buy something you don't need.
something similar to another one you already had.
just because you feel it's newer, hence it's better.
then the old one is left behind to be the dirty, dusty one,
non-wearable, so there's an excuse to dispose of it.

not guilty?

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alhamdulillah,
tuhan masih menyayangi.
terima kasih kerana tidak membutakan.

so here goes,
dyldonvito is actually Tumblr-ing.
under the same damn name of course.

just for the fun of it.
i still love you most eljay.
don't worry.
=)

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oh and the drama continues for yet another day.
keep sucking thumb lahhhh.
1 and a half years like that can die siaa.

here's a reason why i never said i wanted to be a doctor, or lawyer,
or those professions you parents deem as, ideal.
because in the real world. not everyone can be those.
and not everyone wants to be.
if everyone's a doctor, who's going to be at the registration counter?
produce the medications? be the nurses? be the patients?

i am not like your colleagues' children,
because i don't choose to be.
well, they might be good at the things their mums told you,
and i have my own fair share of things i am good at.

for the record,
let me do the things i like to do.
let me have a go at excelling in it, support me along the way.
that's what parents are supposed to do.

consequences are always considered,
with you in mind.
never have i done the things you wouldn't want me to,
smoke, drink, club, name it.

not enough eh?