Friends Forever?

I was just hit by a sudden wave of…loneliness, for better use of another word. Actually, it may be the only word that fits how I feel right now.

How did it all started? Thanks to Facebook (yeah, who can forget the almighty Facebook, reigning king of social websites, the make-or-break of many a cyber-related thing), I was mindlessly going through my page when at one corner, I saw a photo of my friend with another one, a boy and a girl. Don’t get me wrong, they aren’t in the boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, just friends. They looked so happy…so I decided to see the whole album.

I must say that I am impressed, happy faces are all around in each photo. All the smiling, happy faces are captured in time, like faces that had just won a jackpot (mind you, just. Not like they did won a lottery itself). Everyone was close to one another, smiling to the camera, cherishing those times together. Everyone was tagged (oh, the joy of being tagged).

Then, I realized something. Not to say anything about it (which, I probably am right now, anyways), but not a single one of the photos had my face in them. Considering that some of the pictures were when I was with them on their trips, I was left speechless. It took a moment for me to register that cold, hard fact.

Was I really that flawed to not be a friend? I am friends with most of them, and some of them are even in my friends’ list (Facebook, again). Maybe it was their idea to leave me out, or maybe I did not reach their expectation as a friend, or…the ‘paranoid list’ goes on. I can’t really say for sure, but surely after watching those pictures, I was hit with nostalgia because of all the fun times. But what hit me harder was the fact that I was again lonely in picture. Perhaps my real life situation isn’t any better to justify this.

There had been times, when either me or one of my friends had to leave because of reasons neither can deny (parents, grudge, time, natural causes etc). This only made me cherish friendship even more. For others, it can just be a simple situation of “pick and toss”. But me…I realize the huge impact a friend’s action can shape another person. Promises play a heavy role in this. To cut it short, a promise is a promise, but when it is between friends, you never, ever, forget about it.

Given the chance, would I try to be a better friend to them if I could turn back time? Perhaps in my fantasies yes. For now, I’ll just cherish the memories of all the fun times I had spent with all my times, as well as look forward to all the new memories to be forged into this little space on this frail human body. And if somebody wants to be my friend forever, I will be sure to keep my end of the promise, even when the other forgets.

Oh, what a lonesome road I walk on this life.

Engineers Make The Best Boyfriends

Got a copy of this article found in a lecturer’s room. Not an original work of mine (and neither is it my lecturer’s handiwork, I guess).

Let me tell you why girls should eventually marry an engineer over a law, management, arts or medical school graduate. He has three distinct advantages over the rest of the graduates.
Advantage 1: Secure lifestyle
An engineer boyfriend can provide you with a secure lifestyle. At 27 years old, an engineer probably has a respectable, stable job that gives him a high income to own a car, invest, have a comfortable life, and get married and buy a house too. Law graduates are still working as a lowly apprentice in law firm. Most management graduates have just failed on their first business plan. The arts graduate is still looking for a job. And the medical school graduate is still living in a hospital.

Advantage 2: Unmatchable industriousness
An engineer boyfriend will dedicate an unimaginable amount of his time and effort to understand you. Engineers strain really really hard to understand > >their work. You can believe that they will try really really hard to understand women too, just like how they understand their work, once they believe that you are the one. So even if they don’t understand you initially, they will keep on trying. Even if they still do not understand, they will figure out the correct method to keep you happy (e.g. buy diamond ring = 1 week’s worth of happiness.) And once they find out the secret formula, they will just keep on repeating it so that the desired results appear. Unlike the Lawyer who will argue with you, the Management graduate who will try to control your spending, the Arts graduate who will ‘change major’, and the medical school graduate who will operate on you. And you know what, it’s really so easy to make engineers believe that you are the ‘one’. Say that you like one of their project and they will be hooked to you forever.

Advantage 3: An engineer boyfriend will never betray your trust.
Let me first tell you what is wrong with the rest of the others – The lawyers will lie about everything. Management graduates will cheat your money. The arts graduate will flirt, and you probably just look like another cadaver to the medical school graduate. Your engineer boyfriend is either too busy to have an affair, and even if he does, he is too dumb to lie to you about that. Hence, an engineer is the most secure boyfriend that you will ever find – rich enough, will keep on trying to understand and please you, has no time for affairs, and too dumb to lie to you. So girls, why procrastinate?
Get an engineer for your boyfriend!

But that doesn’t mean we engineers are a bunch of nerd or geeks alright people? We are evolving to be more people-savvy, and socialism is the order of the day. So girls, why wait?? Go grab one if you don’t have one already. To those who have one, be happy with them, and I’m pretty sure you will love it.

I’m letting the system to give my post a title.

Anyways, I’m kinda tired from having to travel up and down three flights of stairs every single day, countless times. Fat load of good it is for MICET to take charge of the students’ welfare. They could at least install an elevator (pipe dream, I know. Not wrong to hope though).

I left my jotter book back at the lab. Kinda worried, because it’s been 14 HOURS since the book was left there. Makes me question my mental health, forgetting something so simple.

……Good night.

Effect of Facebook on Student

-You can tag friends.

-You know they have been somewhere without you, and probably go there again without you.

-You can see all the beautiful/ugly/silly/weird/horrifying/truthful pictures about your friends (or others for the matter)

-You can’t sleep early at night because of all the applications (FARMVILLE!!!)

-You can say crap about others and later get caught red-handed bad mouthing him/her because even if they’re not your friend, one of your friend (a chatterbox maybe) is friends with him/her (<.<)’

-You know the Internet has grown extremely big because of all the influx on info in Facebook.

Please leave a comment if you want me to add some more! =P

Twitter?

Decided to give this micro-blogging site a go.

http://twitter.com/SpritesMusic

Lameness

How can it be that convenience turns lame? Maybe not for all, but one place surely tells it all: hostel. Those who stayed in hostels before or now will understand. Those who never did…well you’ll figure it out one day.

Reflection

When one looks at themselves in a mirror, what do they see? Other than their standard (comes with all mirror, mind you) “I look so cool/beautiful” representation. there must be something they see.

Me? Ask me the question and you might get an answer like what the late Professor Albus Dumbledore (died in the fifth installment of the Harry Potter series, bless him) said: “I see me holding a new pair of socks.” Really missed those series since it ended.

Anyways, classes starts tomorrow. Going to bed early.

My Life As A Blogger

I suppose I can be a little nostalgic about this particular topic. What’s there to something if there is no story behind it?

Ahem. Let me recollect my past memories…(sifts through memory). There it is. Nothing special though….

“I started blogging when I was still in Form 5. But those times were the busy times. I never had time to post so much as a simple post every day. How simple? Hmm..usually in 20 words or less about my day. (Cricket chirps). In the end, I decided I was too busy to do something like this sometime in the past, can’t remember when in particular. So I quit blogging. Just like that.

Mid 2009. I encountered a friend’s blog. most of you will know his real name, I shall refer to him here as Mckinkle. Nice name, too bad he uses it to protect his real name. He wrote his blog in a way that attracts me. Moved me. Made me think about the old cobweb of past things. Simply, he made me remember why I decided to run a blog in the first place.

So, I decided to open a new blog. At first, I used Blogger, my old blog site. But then I discovered something. Most people who used this site made their blog too colorful. Vibrant. Dazzling. And it hurts my mind and eye. I wanted to seek greener pasture, something that is simple, but gets the job done.

Hence, comes another influence in the form of Rex. He blogged for quite a while with Blogger before making the big move to this site, WordPress. Seeing his blog in a ‘simple Jack’ sort of style, it clicked in my mind: this is the page to go. Ever since I moved to WordPress, I never had to think about the aesthetics and appearance of my blog. Keeping it simple, and just use words to pull people. Heck, I don’t have much followers yet (not that I cared though), but that’s just me. I don’t intend to seek fame and fortune blogging. All I want is to tell a bit about my pages’ story.”

Q & A TIME!!!!!

Q: What influenced you to blog?

A: Not much really. I just wanted a place to vent. Oh, and to go somewhere on the Internet that does not count as playing games.

Q: What is the first blog you read?

A: Mckinkle’s blog.

Q: Can you tell a bit about the blog’s URL?

A: As in…

Q: Why is the title called http://atomicsunday.wordpress.com, instead of http://walkthrough.wordpress.com ?

A: Oh, that. I wanted to pay tribute to the band that never was (I was the songwriter for the band that time). It was called Atomic Sunday because we used to gather and talk about forming a band after having the material and people needed. It just never happen. The blog title, Walkthrough, is a homage to all the things that happened in my life.

Q: What do you mean by “things that happened”?

A: I view this life as a video game sort of way, without the continues. Some games have second or third chances. So does life. The only thing different is that with games, you don’t have to cheat to go past a level. Instead, you need to know where to go, what to do etc. So does life. Only, in real life the adventure happens on the spot. No pre-emptive moves available, no sands of time thingy (too much POP hehe).

I guess that’s it. ;p

Of The Little Things That Matters Most

When I see people do something wasteful i.e.  indulging in activities reserved to those above 18, it makes me wonder “What were they taught back home?“ Was it parental neglect? Peer pressure? A need to appear “cool” in front of the opposite sex?

Anyways, this post is not to ridicule others, nor is it to ponder the question above. I just thought about it because I don’t have any idea what to write just now. Just now. I mean it. Seriously. Why give me that look? I didn’t do anything to you, right? Right?

Tonight, there was a dinner where a lot of our relatives (my nephew’s side) came and join us. It was fun. All the food and booze. Of course, non-alcoholic drinks for the underage. What, you think we weren’t responsible adults? Well too bad.

Anyhoo….

I got into my mum’s foul side just now. During the dinner. Small matter, but I got affected after it. My mum was like “It was nothing. Let’s resume our gossip, shall we?“ Me? All I can do was sulk quietly. I tried not to show it, afraid I would spoil the mood this evening. I nearly got away with it too, I think.

Back home, things cooled down a bit. Though I’m still not in speaking terms with her yet, I’m sure she’ll find the right things to say later. She’s my mum, after all.

Mom’s Wisdom: Comparable To….

1. A real estate agent.

Mom: There’s this one person give talk just now, said his/her children very successful now is engineer/doctor/lawyer etc…(goes on to explain how speaker say his/her children manage time like PERFECT and whatever…)

Point to observe: It sounds like that person is only showing the living room. Where’s the flaw? Even the perfect house has a drawback (long distance from town, expensive, next to a hill etc.) Another point: which children does not have a problem growing up successful? Unless if you’re Mark of course. Even a doctor might once be a mat rempit for all I (and you) know, but the parent will only tell the shining part of a diamond, not the flawed one. Ass-kisser.

2. A fishmonger

At P.U.B. : Fishmonger: Ikan Ikan!! Murah saja RM 5 satu kilo!!!

Point to observe: Any mother can beat that volume back home! Just listen to your mother holler (unless if you are on the receiving end.)- Mom: You ah, always……(rant rant and rant…)

3. Any other mom.

What’s the point of being a mother if you aren’t a woman? This makes being a mother a special duty/job/privilege etc. All day gossip gets round through word of mouth, and gossips are always juicy when it’s a woman talking about it.