Generation __ ?

"What about YouTube and MySpace? Should parents limit their kids' use of those?

Kids shouldn't be spending eight hours a day on these sites."

"It's all About me", Professor Jean Twenge.
An interview on narcissism.

HAHA.

Sleep walking in the race.

Siapa nak buatkan assignment-assignment saya?

Siapa nak bacakan berita pasal Presidential Elction untuk saya?
Saya nak tidur, saya malas.

Do you guys like it better in black or in white?

Figures of lives.

Close your eyes. Tell me, when you picture your life a few years ahead, where do you see yourself standing? Under the bridge? Living your life to the top or would they all remain as what they are; as dreams?

For the past few weeks, I've been listening to tales of lives. And it made me think, ages would differ in figures. But not just that, it may differ through life experiences. Say, I'm turning 19 this year, and when people say; "You don't act like a 19 year old" its just another line for me, really, I hear that often. I mean, how is a 19 year old suppose to act anyway?

But when you're in your twenties, and probably have several kids; your life would totally change. All of a sudden you have more responsibilities on your shoulder. You look at the world differently, you toil and not live like others in your age do. And you often hope there's a reset button.

And when you were 13, you thought to yourself you were grown enough to think for yourself. To make decisions, and old enough to not order a Happy Meal. But where you stand today, when you glance at a 13 year old, you would say, he/she is still a kid. You make decisions for them, and they rebel.

And you never knew how a 13 year old decision would last until 6 years later, or maybe years years later!

Maybe that is why parents and children do not get along? They still see their kids as their babies. All grown up but yet, still a child.

Well, from a friend, she said it's like a must to move out of your folks' place when you're over 20- that's in the US. You know, live on your own, travel, work or whatever it is. I guess it's fine when you're studying abroad and live without your parents. And after that you graduate and work, and live on your own.

But what happens to the ones that study and live at your folks' home? I mean, in Malaysia really is not a big deal to not leave the house you grew up in. But let me ask you, until when would you depend on your parents? When would you start paying your own rent? When would you really face a financial problem?

At what age are these all suppose to take place?

When would you really stand on your two feet and make decisions of your own life, take charge of it, and be the damn pilot?

Now? 3 years from now?

Closing Time, and a little tiny trouble with the hormones.

Closing time, I was about to end a shift of standing the whole day of trying to serve customers and attend to their feminine side.

The beauty side of it is that you get to see all the shutters coming down, with the lights inside the shops dimmed. The staffs were busy doing what is necessary for the closing.

Closing time, you get to see how people rush out of the half shuttered shutters. A signal where you're not suppose to come in anymore, a sign to get the customers going, and an omen of closing time.

"Closing time, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."
Semisonic

It is the time where you get to see the people inside this tiny apartment laugh and shout. Sing and dance to the music on the stereo. The way you don't see them when you're on your shopping spree.

Closing time, the time where you get to know who would you want to take you home.

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And the tiny trouble with the hormones, ah, just leave it as just that.

Damn this hormones I would say, but I'd sound more ridiculous.

I really need help with the reading and the head right now.

Of Belle & Sebastian.

Make a new cult every day to suit your affairs
Kissing girls in english, at the back of the stairs
Youre a honey, with a following of innocent boys
They never know it
Because you never show it
You always get your way
They never know it
Because you never show it
You always get your way

Have you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions?
Because I met a kid who went through one of your sessions
In his blue velour and silk
You liberated
A boy I never rated
And now hes throwing discuss
For liverpool and widnes
You liberated
A boy I never rated
And now hes doing business

The stars of track and field, you are
The stars of track and field, you are
The stars of track and field are beautiful people

Could I write a piece about you now that youve made it?
About the hours spent, the world emptiness in your training
You only did it so that you could wear
Your terry underwear
And feel the city air
Run past your body

Could I write a requiem for you when you're dead?
she had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her head
She never needed anything to get her round the track
But when she's on her back
She had the knowledge
To get her into college
But when shes on her back
She had the knowledge
To get her into college

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I need help with the reading and the head.