Dear Reader,
What the heck has happened to TV?
Seriously, what the HECK has happened to TV?
When did all the good shows stop?
Where have they gone?
I'm talking about shows like Angry Beavers, So Weird, Dinosaurs, Rugrats (old episodes), Dexter's Laboratory, PepperAnn, PowerPuff Girls, Boy Meets World, Figure It Out, Johnny Quest, Kenan and Kel, All That, Hey Arnold, Art Attack, SpongeBob SquarePants (the old episodes), Doug, Johnny Bravo, Even Stevens, Recess, Cousin Skeeter, The Three Brothers Garcia and many, many more.
Now I clearly know that I had only started watching TV in the latter half of the 1990's, and it's not really my place to rant about it because I've only been exposed to the gist of it. But my question still stands :
What the HECK has happened to TV?
And let's see what we have now to replace those awesome shows :
iCarly
Squirrel Boy
Life With Derek
The Naked Brothers Band
The Replacements
The Mighty B!
Unfabulous
El Tigre
PowerPuff Girls Z (What the heck?!)
Out of Jimmy's Head
Hannah Montana
Thumb Wrestling Federation
My Gym Partner's A Monkey
George Of the Jungle (animated series)
RobotBoy
Wizards of Waverly Place
I remember a time not too long ago when the fun channels (shows for kids) actually had quality TV. From around 1998 to around 2003. Those were the years I remember watching these good programmes. The only reason (and I'm quite sure I share this reason with many other people out there) that I watch these current crappy shows is basically because I have no choice.
But sure, there are those shows nowadays which are OK. Like Drake and Josh, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, Avatar : The Last Airbender, Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide, That's So Raven, Naruto, Codename : Kids Next Door, Star Wars : Clone Wars and some of The Fairly OddParents episodes (Remember I'm only talking about the Fun channels).
Eventhough there are still some good existing shows, they are quite mediocre compared to the good ol' 90's shows, and only make me laugh a third as much.
Think about it.
That's all for now. Salams.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
StoryTime!
Dear Reader,
I realize that there have been many times when a story of any kind sort of starts to develop in my head, or is also developed by other people. They're sometimes funny, thrilling, sad, or just random. So, instead of keeping all those adventures to myself or to selected people, I guess I should share those short stories or 'anecdotes' with the public.
Here's the first of'em! :
NOTE : The following story was created by both me and Sharrif Belwael. It was created from a series of Short Message Service messages, and will be presented as such. Some minor alterations have been made to make it easier to understand, without changing the story. Also note that this story was created out of spontaneity, and one person didn't know what the other person would add to the story, so there may be plotholes.
ATTACK OF THE POTATOES
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Potatoes are evil. Evil I tells'ya! They'll attack subtly, oh, of course. They know if they attack openly, they're doomed. Firstly, they'll sneak into restaurants' freezers and be cooked as french fries. Then, when eaten, they'll attack our brain and nervous system turning us into mindless zombies bent on world domination or destruction! Aaaaaaaah!!! It's too horrible to relive! I'm a survivor of the potatoes' attack on Mars. Save your people! Save your planet! Oh....." *dies*
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"Don't die on us! Dang it! We just lost our best lieutenant! Get ready men! He just told us that the potatoes are on the move to take over! Battle stations!!!
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"With all due respect sir, our battlecraft has been shot down, we've crashed in the middle of the jungle and have been living here for 3 weeks. That's probably why our lieutenant died. There's no food in this wretched place!"
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"It's amazing you're still alive, private. Try to stay that way. Supplies are coming your way. Let's hope the aliens in that area don't pick us off one by one."
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Sir, it's just you and me now. And besides, we've been trying to contact home base for the 3 weeks we've been here but failed every time. What makes you think supplies are coming? And what're we gonna do if potatoes or aliens come?"
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"We've still got weapons, private. I KNOW supplies are coming. Can't you see the supply ship there? In the sky, there. Ooh, the aliens just shot it down. Dang it!"
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Forget the supply ship! The aliens are chasing us! Ah!! I can hold them off for a while sir, I'm a master of mobile missile fire! You go on!"
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"No private! Leave no man behind! You die, so do I! We live and die together! Now gimme the sonic shotgun. I'm gonna teach these aliens the meaning of PAIN!"
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"We finished the ammo for that yesterday! You got too trigger happy with it! I'll give you the destructo-ray, I hear you're a 7th grade shot."
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"Dang, I forgot. Well gimme the ray. I dunno where you got your intel from, but I'm a first gradeshot. They'll regret messing with us!"
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Oh shoot! I see the aliens and potatoes have collaborated. They're shooting potatoes!"
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
Okay, I'm watching a movie. Chat with you later.
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
Oh, sorry.
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
The movie was over 50 minutes ago, BTW. Just wanted you to know that.
Luqman (31 May 2008) :
After fending off a squadron of the newly formed APAF (Alien and Potato Alliance Force), we find ourselves in the deep parts of the jungle where only the strange creatures live. In seek of shelter, we stumble upon an ancient village who lead the primitive lives their forefathers did. After speaking to the village leader, he has agreed to give food and shelter, but for only 3 days, should it be more, it would be unlucky.
On the way to your hut, you bumped into the village's leader's daughter. You both glance at each other and smile. You both apologize and then go to your own beds... Feeling hopeful.
Sharrif (31 May 2008) :
"Excuse me, private, she was looking at YOU. I remember nudging you. I was actually apologizing to YOU, since I was closer to her when she was interested in YOU."
Luqman (31 May 2008) :
"Oh c'mon, don't be so modest. She was looking at you. I have it recorded on tape. Sadly, the recording exploded as it was under the protection of YOUR heartbeat. Since you saw the girl, your heartbeat went crazy, and so did the recording. Tisk tisk...".
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"People keep saying 'When pigs fly' when they're talking about something impossible. Pigs are smart. They don't deny this, because when we're not looking, they fly to the Bermuda Triangle, and take people hostage. That's what happened to Amelia Earhart, I tell ye! They're gonna kill us all!".
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Oh no. Don't try starting something new. We're still fighting APAF and you and the village's leader's daughter are still sweethearts.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
I'm only starting something new because I don't want to be someone's sweetheart.
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Alright fine.
Due to recent strange reports that claim homosapien transportation via hog levitation to the triangle of bermuda, we, the Elite Squad of Extraterrestrial Confrontation or ESEC were called to investigate. We have just listened to one of the hundreds of audio reports supporting this strange phenomenon. Me, special weapons and gear expert, and you, tactical specialist and decorated patriot were specifically chosen. We start our journey with HALO (High Altitude Low Oxygen, IINM) jumps to a remote island within the infamous three sided shape...
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
That jump went quite well. Now, do we enter the border via plane or boat? Or do we swim? I say boat, but we need to discuss this.
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Boat.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
We get on the boat, and start our way. As soon as we cross the border, the island behind us is gone. Our boat is rocking wildly! Dang, we might capsize soon!
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
We do. Thankfully, we find a large yacht which uses a katamaran concept, thus is more stable. We climb aboard and find it completely empty, but the fuel tank still has half of its content. We sail against the great storm. It ends, and we rest for the night, too tired to continue.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"Do you hear that? Get your weapons ready. I think we're finally going to know what causes these disappearances... Let's just hope it's just pigs, and nothing else..."
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
*KA-BOOM!*
L : Uh, sir?
S : What is it man?
L : It's not the just the pigs, and it's not only a few.
S : What?!
L : We've stumbled upon a warzone! The sound was a torpedo hitting a ship!
S : Where are the ships? The radar's busted!
L : I can't see'em, it's too dark, but I think the pigs are outnumbered.
S : Who are they fighting?
L : I don't know!
*KA-BOOM!*
L : Oh no! That one hit us!
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"Fire them back! We'll team up with whatever DIDN'T shoot us! Go go go!".
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
L : Sir, this is a yacht, not a battleship!
S : Shut up and shoot!
L : These missiles only have a 500 yard limit! Not likely we'll hit something! And we're taking on water!
S : Shut up and shoot!!! I'll take care of the leak.
L : Alright!
I shoot into the darkness trying to get something. The first 4 shots were futile. 5th shot hit something.
*KA-BOOM!*
It sank. Suddenly, the loud sound of fire ceased. There was a long silence. Before we knew, the force attacking the pigs retreated.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"Now, let's go and meet the pigs' leader. See if he, or it, knows anything. Hold that gun out properly. We don't know whether these pigs are hostile or not."
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Uh, continue later, k?
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
We find ourselves surrounded by pig ships. They force us to meet their leader. After speaking, we have agreed to ally. You then accidentally bump into the leader's daughter. Boy is she ugly. You barf on her dress out of disgust. She runs away crying. The pig leader seems delighted. This confuses us, but is forgotten about.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
We have to continue this later. I'm a bit busy. Um, do we HAVE to have the leader's daughter in our roleplay thing?
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
It's fun.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
Fine. But next time, YOU be the leader's daughter's sweetheart.
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
You're not the sweetheart. You barfed on her.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
I know. But NEXT time, YOU be the sweetheart, because I was the sweetheart LAST time. It's only fair.
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
If so, then we'll end the story there, which I don't want to do. It's only fair.
Luqman (2 June 2008) :
Sorry if I woke you, but I just have to continue, I can't sleep. OK, the pig leader explains that he has been taking human hostages because he thought it were humans who were threatening his race. But after he saw us firing at the attacking force, he knew it weren't humans. He has apologised but will still keep the hostages until we help him defeat whatever we're fighting. To find out what it is, I take a look at the surviving damaged ships and inspect the torpedo holes. I'm shocked and quickly report to you my findings, and you too are shocked. The holes had signs of ecto-potato, meaning we're fighting APAF!
Sharrif (2 June 2008) :
Quote of the day : The opposite of love is not hate. It's indifference. If someone hates you, they still have feelings for you. If they really didn't care about you, they'd just forget about you. They wouldn't even waste time hating you.
Luqman (2 June 2008) :
Which is exactly how you feel about the pig's daughter. Lol.
[As of yet, the story titled "The Attack of the Potatoes" written by Sharrif Belwael and Luqman Belwael is still unfinished. Any further additions to this story will be updated.]
So, what do you think? So far, I mean? Rate-lah, out of 5, and make any critical comments if you will, like the no-good, two-bit, crackerbox, drunken-driven, hocus pocused critics you are! LOL.
That's all for now. Salams.
I realize that there have been many times when a story of any kind sort of starts to develop in my head, or is also developed by other people. They're sometimes funny, thrilling, sad, or just random. So, instead of keeping all those adventures to myself or to selected people, I guess I should share those short stories or 'anecdotes' with the public.
Here's the first of'em! :
NOTE : The following story was created by both me and Sharrif Belwael. It was created from a series of Short Message Service messages, and will be presented as such. Some minor alterations have been made to make it easier to understand, without changing the story. Also note that this story was created out of spontaneity, and one person didn't know what the other person would add to the story, so there may be plotholes.
ATTACK OF THE POTATOES
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Potatoes are evil. Evil I tells'ya! They'll attack subtly, oh, of course. They know if they attack openly, they're doomed. Firstly, they'll sneak into restaurants' freezers and be cooked as french fries. Then, when eaten, they'll attack our brain and nervous system turning us into mindless zombies bent on world domination or destruction! Aaaaaaaah!!! It's too horrible to relive! I'm a survivor of the potatoes' attack on Mars. Save your people! Save your planet! Oh....." *dies*
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"Don't die on us! Dang it! We just lost our best lieutenant! Get ready men! He just told us that the potatoes are on the move to take over! Battle stations!!!
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"With all due respect sir, our battlecraft has been shot down, we've crashed in the middle of the jungle and have been living here for 3 weeks. That's probably why our lieutenant died. There's no food in this wretched place!"
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"It's amazing you're still alive, private. Try to stay that way. Supplies are coming your way. Let's hope the aliens in that area don't pick us off one by one."
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Sir, it's just you and me now. And besides, we've been trying to contact home base for the 3 weeks we've been here but failed every time. What makes you think supplies are coming? And what're we gonna do if potatoes or aliens come?"
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"We've still got weapons, private. I KNOW supplies are coming. Can't you see the supply ship there? In the sky, there. Ooh, the aliens just shot it down. Dang it!"
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Forget the supply ship! The aliens are chasing us! Ah!! I can hold them off for a while sir, I'm a master of mobile missile fire! You go on!"
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"No private! Leave no man behind! You die, so do I! We live and die together! Now gimme the sonic shotgun. I'm gonna teach these aliens the meaning of PAIN!"
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"We finished the ammo for that yesterday! You got too trigger happy with it! I'll give you the destructo-ray, I hear you're a 7th grade shot."
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"Dang, I forgot. Well gimme the ray. I dunno where you got your intel from, but I'm a first gradeshot. They'll regret messing with us!"
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Oh shoot! I see the aliens and potatoes have collaborated. They're shooting potatoes!"
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
Okay, I'm watching a movie. Chat with you later.
Luqman (30 May 2008) :
Oh, sorry.
Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
The movie was over 50 minutes ago, BTW. Just wanted you to know that.
Luqman (31 May 2008) :
After fending off a squadron of the newly formed APAF (Alien and Potato Alliance Force), we find ourselves in the deep parts of the jungle where only the strange creatures live. In seek of shelter, we stumble upon an ancient village who lead the primitive lives their forefathers did. After speaking to the village leader, he has agreed to give food and shelter, but for only 3 days, should it be more, it would be unlucky.
On the way to your hut, you bumped into the village's leader's daughter. You both glance at each other and smile. You both apologize and then go to your own beds... Feeling hopeful.
Sharrif (31 May 2008) :
"Excuse me, private, she was looking at YOU. I remember nudging you. I was actually apologizing to YOU, since I was closer to her when she was interested in YOU."
Luqman (31 May 2008) :
"Oh c'mon, don't be so modest. She was looking at you. I have it recorded on tape. Sadly, the recording exploded as it was under the protection of YOUR heartbeat. Since you saw the girl, your heartbeat went crazy, and so did the recording. Tisk tisk...".
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"People keep saying 'When pigs fly' when they're talking about something impossible. Pigs are smart. They don't deny this, because when we're not looking, they fly to the Bermuda Triangle, and take people hostage. That's what happened to Amelia Earhart, I tell ye! They're gonna kill us all!".
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Oh no. Don't try starting something new. We're still fighting APAF and you and the village's leader's daughter are still sweethearts.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
I'm only starting something new because I don't want to be someone's sweetheart.
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Alright fine.
Due to recent strange reports that claim homosapien transportation via hog levitation to the triangle of bermuda, we, the Elite Squad of Extraterrestrial Confrontation or ESEC were called to investigate. We have just listened to one of the hundreds of audio reports supporting this strange phenomenon. Me, special weapons and gear expert, and you, tactical specialist and decorated patriot were specifically chosen. We start our journey with HALO (High Altitude Low Oxygen, IINM) jumps to a remote island within the infamous three sided shape...
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
That jump went quite well. Now, do we enter the border via plane or boat? Or do we swim? I say boat, but we need to discuss this.
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Boat.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
We get on the boat, and start our way. As soon as we cross the border, the island behind us is gone. Our boat is rocking wildly! Dang, we might capsize soon!
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
We do. Thankfully, we find a large yacht which uses a katamaran concept, thus is more stable. We climb aboard and find it completely empty, but the fuel tank still has half of its content. We sail against the great storm. It ends, and we rest for the night, too tired to continue.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"Do you hear that? Get your weapons ready. I think we're finally going to know what causes these disappearances... Let's just hope it's just pigs, and nothing else..."
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
*KA-BOOM!*
L : Uh, sir?
S : What is it man?
L : It's not the just the pigs, and it's not only a few.
S : What?!
L : We've stumbled upon a warzone! The sound was a torpedo hitting a ship!
S : Where are the ships? The radar's busted!
L : I can't see'em, it's too dark, but I think the pigs are outnumbered.
S : Who are they fighting?
L : I don't know!
*KA-BOOM!*
L : Oh no! That one hit us!
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"Fire them back! We'll team up with whatever DIDN'T shoot us! Go go go!".
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
L : Sir, this is a yacht, not a battleship!
S : Shut up and shoot!
L : These missiles only have a 500 yard limit! Not likely we'll hit something! And we're taking on water!
S : Shut up and shoot!!! I'll take care of the leak.
L : Alright!
I shoot into the darkness trying to get something. The first 4 shots were futile. 5th shot hit something.
*KA-BOOM!*
It sank. Suddenly, the loud sound of fire ceased. There was a long silence. Before we knew, the force attacking the pigs retreated.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"Now, let's go and meet the pigs' leader. See if he, or it, knows anything. Hold that gun out properly. We don't know whether these pigs are hostile or not."
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Uh, continue later, k?
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
We find ourselves surrounded by pig ships. They force us to meet their leader. After speaking, we have agreed to ally. You then accidentally bump into the leader's daughter. Boy is she ugly. You barf on her dress out of disgust. She runs away crying. The pig leader seems delighted. This confuses us, but is forgotten about.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
We have to continue this later. I'm a bit busy. Um, do we HAVE to have the leader's daughter in our roleplay thing?
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
It's fun.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
Fine. But next time, YOU be the leader's daughter's sweetheart.
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
You're not the sweetheart. You barfed on her.
Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
I know. But NEXT time, YOU be the sweetheart, because I was the sweetheart LAST time. It's only fair.
Luqman (1 June 2008) :
If so, then we'll end the story there, which I don't want to do. It's only fair.
Luqman (2 June 2008) :
Sorry if I woke you, but I just have to continue, I can't sleep. OK, the pig leader explains that he has been taking human hostages because he thought it were humans who were threatening his race. But after he saw us firing at the attacking force, he knew it weren't humans. He has apologised but will still keep the hostages until we help him defeat whatever we're fighting. To find out what it is, I take a look at the surviving damaged ships and inspect the torpedo holes. I'm shocked and quickly report to you my findings, and you too are shocked. The holes had signs of ecto-potato, meaning we're fighting APAF!
Sharrif (2 June 2008) :
Quote of the day : The opposite of love is not hate. It's indifference. If someone hates you, they still have feelings for you. If they really didn't care about you, they'd just forget about you. They wouldn't even waste time hating you.
Luqman (2 June 2008) :
Which is exactly how you feel about the pig's daughter. Lol.
[As of yet, the story titled "The Attack of the Potatoes" written by Sharrif Belwael and Luqman Belwael is still unfinished. Any further additions to this story will be updated.]
So, what do you think? So far, I mean? Rate-lah, out of 5, and make any critical comments if you will, like the no-good, two-bit, crackerbox, drunken-driven, hocus pocused critics you are! LOL.
That's all for now. Salams.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Deconstruction, Depression and DotA
Dear Reader,
This article will be given in three segments.
DECONSTRUCTION
OK. There are too many problems with this blog that it is a mystery to how I'm not doing anything to fix it. Those problems are :
1) Many people are taking that whole black look.
2) The blog title is inaccurate. Simplicity might not be supreme, because it is intricacy that is highly revered, works for everybody (intricate systems, compared to blunt straight forward systems) and also amazes people how everything is interdependent.
3) I feel that the blog title is a bit... well... uncool. Ha ha.
4) The "Oost" inferno in me is now but a dying ember.
So, there will be deconstruction of the SIS 2.0 trainwreck.
I think it was a trainwreck because I am very unsure of what I want somethimes. Though, there are some things of which I'm certain I want.
(cough cough)
(wink wink)
(knock knock)
The blog title will be changed, and so will the blogspot address. The whole site itself will be deconstructed, reassembled, modified, upgraded, improved and perfected (to my liking).
Yet again, please adapt to the changes I will be making.
Out with the in, old with the new! I mean out with the old, in with the new!
>Supremacy in Simplicity
>Supremacy in Simplicity 2.0 : The Oost Revolution
>LuqmanLSG
The blogspot address will be www.luqmanlsg.blogspot.com effective 15 November 2008.
DEPRESSION
Depression. The one word that can describe me now in this moment in time.
Mind: Uh-oh! EMO Content!
Shut up, mind!
Right. My devastation is fueled by the very bitter fact that the old collaboration, "The Three Stoodges" (mispelling intended) will soon really be broken. One of us is moving.
My best bud.
Now this raises two things:
a) I thought you weren't friends anymore.
b) It's only moving. It's nothing out of the ordinary.
Number one, yes, we are friends. Number two, the guy's moving to Canada.
Ok, fine. Not Canada, but still. We won't be able to see each other on a regular basis. I already know his reply to me should I say this to him. I don't care, it's still depressing.
He's moving by the end of November. Sure we've had our share of fights, but what are friends for then right? Friends stick with you through thick and thin. They should, at least.
You know, I could just keep on complaining and feel depressed about this, OR, I could savour every last second left that I have with him before he goes. I think I'll do the latter.
DotA (Defence of the Ancients)
Woo! This game rocks!
Eventhough for my first few tries I TOTALLY got OWNED, PAWNED, and totally became a feeder, it's still awesome!
YES. I AM A NOOB.
See? I'm brave enough to admit it. Hah!
Ok. This is the sitch for my second try:
Team 1 : A few normal players
Team 2 : 2 psycho pro players, and me. LOL
Normal settings.
A few events:
1) Feeling rather valiant, I storm off toward The Scourge, alone. Not long later, all players hear "FIRST BLOOD!". Guess who died? *sigh*
2) I buy three +5 hp regeneration per second rings, but still manage to die enough times to earn a 45-second respawn time period.
3) I became a total feeder.
4) Every time I try dueling with another player, I always die. (hence, became a total feeder)
5) I held out, quite OK, and destroyed a tower (at least la something right?).
6) After the first game, we started a second one. I got a few "you were ok's" from the others, but I'm not sure if they were being sarcastic.
Whatever. At least I know I'm still a noob. And anyway, we shouldn't pick on newbies. I mean sure, pros are much more experienced and better players than noobs, but we all start somewhere right? Everyone WAS a noob.
What I'm basically trying to say is "Stop it with the name-calling jacks!".
ROFLOL XD
Anyway,
That's all for now. Salams.
This article will be given in three segments.
DECONSTRUCTION
Change is inevitable. But sometimes that change is not for the better.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
OK. There are too many problems with this blog that it is a mystery to how I'm not doing anything to fix it. Those problems are :
1) Many people are taking that whole black look.
2) The blog title is inaccurate. Simplicity might not be supreme, because it is intricacy that is highly revered, works for everybody (intricate systems, compared to blunt straight forward systems) and also amazes people how everything is interdependent.
3) I feel that the blog title is a bit... well... uncool. Ha ha.
4) The "Oost" inferno in me is now but a dying ember.
So, there will be deconstruction of the SIS 2.0 trainwreck.
I think it was a trainwreck because I am very unsure of what I want somethimes. Though, there are some things of which I'm certain I want.
(cough cough)
(wink wink)
(knock knock)
The blog title will be changed, and so will the blogspot address. The whole site itself will be deconstructed, reassembled, modified, upgraded, improved and perfected (to my liking).
Yet again, please adapt to the changes I will be making.
Out with the in, old with the new! I mean out with the old, in with the new!
>
>
>LuqmanLSG
The blogspot address will be www.luqmanlsg.blogspot.com effective 15 November 2008.
DEPRESSION
Depression. The one word that can describe me now in this moment in time.
Mind: Uh-oh! EMO Content!
Shut up, mind!
Right. My devastation is fueled by the very bitter fact that the old collaboration, "The Three Stoodges" (mispelling intended) will soon really be broken. One of us is moving.
My best bud.
Now this raises two things:
a) I thought you weren't friends anymore.
b) It's only moving. It's nothing out of the ordinary.
Number one, yes, we are friends. Number two, the guy's moving to Canada.
Ok, fine. Not Canada, but still. We won't be able to see each other on a regular basis. I already know his reply to me should I say this to him. I don't care, it's still depressing.
He's moving by the end of November. Sure we've had our share of fights, but what are friends for then right? Friends stick with you through thick and thin. They should, at least.
You know, I could just keep on complaining and feel depressed about this, OR, I could savour every last second left that I have with him before he goes. I think I'll do the latter.
DotA (Defence of the Ancients)
Woo! This game rocks!
Eventhough for my first few tries I TOTALLY got OWNED, PAWNED, and totally became a feeder, it's still awesome!
YES. I AM A NOOB.
See? I'm brave enough to admit it. Hah!
Ok. This is the sitch for my second try:
Team 1 : A few normal players
Team 2 : 2 psycho pro players, and me. LOL
Normal settings.
A few events:
1) Feeling rather valiant, I storm off toward The Scourge, alone. Not long later, all players hear "FIRST BLOOD!". Guess who died? *sigh*
2) I buy three +5 hp regeneration per second rings, but still manage to die enough times to earn a 45-second respawn time period.
3) I became a total feeder.
4) Every time I try dueling with another player, I always die. (hence, became a total feeder)
5) I held out, quite OK, and destroyed a tower (at least la something right?).
6) After the first game, we started a second one. I got a few "you were ok's" from the others, but I'm not sure if they were being sarcastic.
Whatever. At least I know I'm still a noob. And anyway, we shouldn't pick on newbies. I mean sure, pros are much more experienced and better players than noobs, but we all start somewhere right? Everyone WAS a noob.
What I'm basically trying to say is "Stop it with the name-calling jacks!".
ROFLOL XD
Anyway,
That's all for now. Salams.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Launch Of Version 1.5! (Beta v 2.0)
Dear Reader,
After a few minutes (LOL) of simple editing, touch-ups, and a little tweek here and there, I have come to a result to my satisfaction. Although this is not the official v 2.0 (as all things are, like when companies give only the beta out, keeping the consumers waiting for the final version, thinking that since it's still beta there's bound to be something new, when that beta is really the final version) this is the basic preview of it.
I will still be making some minor modifications here and there. Like I said, nothing massive.
Oh yeah, by the way, yes, the word "oost." is now my tagline/trademark/signature. It was made up by myself, and was not at all based on the supermodel An Oost or the Order Of the STick, as you may find should you google this word.
Please respect it. And also please adapt to the changes that I have made.
All co-operation is highly valued, sorta. c:
Sincerely,
The Ooster Egg.
After a few minutes (LOL) of simple editing, touch-ups, and a little tweek here and there, I have come to a result to my satisfaction. Although this is not the official v 2.0 (as all things are, like when companies give only the beta out, keeping the consumers waiting for the final version, thinking that since it's still beta there's bound to be something new, when that beta is really the final version) this is the basic preview of it.
I will still be making some minor modifications here and there. Like I said, nothing massive.
Oh yeah, by the way, yes, the word "oost." is now my tagline/trademark/signature. It was made up by myself, and was not at all based on the supermodel An Oost or the Order Of the STick, as you may find should you google this word.
Please respect it. And also please adapt to the changes that I have made.
All co-operation is highly valued, sorta. c:
Sincerely,
The Ooster Egg.
Under Construction
Dear Reader,
The Supremacy in Simplicity (SIS) blog will be under massive (maybe not that massive) 'renovation'. Details are as shown :
Period : when I wanna start - when I finish.
Notification of completion : Find out yourself
Changes : You'll know.
There will be a number of changes to the site, so soak up all you can from version 1.0 (no pictures please. Then again, take as many as you like) :b
As time goes on, things inevitably change and we just have to adapt.
All inconveniences caused are greatly regretted, kinda.
That's all for now. Salams.
The Supremacy in Simplicity (SIS) blog will be under massive (maybe not that massive) 'renovation'. Details are as shown :
Period : when I wanna start - when I finish.
Notification of completion : Find out yourself
Changes : You'll know.
There will be a number of changes to the site, so soak up all you can from version 1.0 (no pictures please. Then again, take as many as you like) :b
As time goes on, things inevitably change and we just have to adapt.
All inconveniences caused are greatly regretted, kinda.
That's all for now. Salams.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Relation Tension
Dear Reader,
'Tis true.
A most distasteful feud is taking place and I am unsure of its demise. Silly little starter, disappointing lengthen-er, and a predictable end (should there be one).
And so, the tale begins...
'Twas a beautiful morning. The birds flying gracefully, singing their hearts out to one another. Puddles from the night before have yet to dry up. Cool fresh air filled the town and welcomed us to another day.
OK. Enough blabbering.
Tuesday morning. After PE, it was time for Agama, so we went to the neighbouring class. The teacher didn't come so we had the two periods to ourselves. As normal, we were just talking. And then, it began. The horrible chain of events leading to disaster.
A certain friend took out his wallet and looked through its contents. She came across certain items of very high value to him. He urged her to return it to him, and so she did.
I'll spare you the details. Yes, I know, it doesn't seem like much could happen from what I'm telling you, but the following happenings of that little event turned to be ... disappointing.
Yep. That's one word to sum up everything. Disappointing.
I considered his actions to be out of pure arrogance, that is, until I pondered, and seeked advice. And then I realized, from his point of view, this is just another episode. He is behaving the way he should be according to what he thinks is best as a solution, because it's just the same thing to him. You know what I think?
Nay!
This is no ordinary occurrence!
And yet... I have nothing to support that claim. In comparison, it really does seem like another episode. But, it just feels different.
Probably because we haven't said a word to each other for like 5 days, and it usually happens for only a day or two.
It's lengthened tension. That's it.
And you know what really sucks? After a lot of thinking, turns out I'm the culprit. There was this little voice in my head that started speaking to me after school on like Thursday, telling me I'm the one who wronged. And now, it's a loud voice. But I don't think I'm entirely it.
Sh*t. This really sucks. This really really sucks.
Not so much of what has happened, but what is going to happen, or going to have to happen. I'm the one who's gonna have to crawl back to him in tattered clothes, smelling like a dumpster, tears in my face, weak and thin, arms and knees trembling, screaming for his forgiveness. And he'll be able to reject it nad turn his other cheek. It's at his mercy. Argh... Sh*t!
I might not be perfect, but I know enough to 'jaga perasaan orang lain'. Or at least I try.
HIM... on the other hand... is... I guess not as sensitive as I am. Both a strength and a weakness. He is more patient than I, but more blunt. I am less patient, but more... understanding?
Wait.
I have gotten lots of comments about not being understanding from my siblings.
So what is this?
Am I just the whole core to everything that has happened?
Is the whole fault on me?
Am I the cause of the problem?
Am I the problem?
I--don't--know. Hmm. It--makes sense. It does make sense. I am wrong. I'm wrong for letting my weakness of impatience get the better of me.
I'm wrong.
That's all for now. Salams.
'Tis true.
A most distasteful feud is taking place and I am unsure of its demise. Silly little starter, disappointing lengthen-er, and a predictable end (should there be one).
And so, the tale begins...
'Twas a beautiful morning. The birds flying gracefully, singing their hearts out to one another. Puddles from the night before have yet to dry up. Cool fresh air filled the town and welcomed us to another day.
OK. Enough blabbering.
Tuesday morning. After PE, it was time for Agama, so we went to the neighbouring class. The teacher didn't come so we had the two periods to ourselves. As normal, we were just talking. And then, it began. The horrible chain of events leading to disaster.
A certain friend took out his wallet and looked through its contents. She came across certain items of very high value to him. He urged her to return it to him, and so she did.
I'll spare you the details. Yes, I know, it doesn't seem like much could happen from what I'm telling you, but the following happenings of that little event turned to be ... disappointing.
Yep. That's one word to sum up everything. Disappointing.
I considered his actions to be out of pure arrogance, that is, until I pondered, and seeked advice. And then I realized, from his point of view, this is just another episode. He is behaving the way he should be according to what he thinks is best as a solution, because it's just the same thing to him. You know what I think?
Nay!
This is no ordinary occurrence!
And yet... I have nothing to support that claim. In comparison, it really does seem like another episode. But, it just feels different.
Probably because we haven't said a word to each other for like 5 days, and it usually happens for only a day or two.
It's lengthened tension. That's it.
And you know what really sucks? After a lot of thinking, turns out I'm the culprit. There was this little voice in my head that started speaking to me after school on like Thursday, telling me I'm the one who wronged. And now, it's a loud voice. But I don't think I'm entirely it.
Sh*t. This really sucks. This really really sucks.
Not so much of what has happened, but what is going to happen, or going to have to happen. I'm the one who's gonna have to crawl back to him in tattered clothes, smelling like a dumpster, tears in my face, weak and thin, arms and knees trembling, screaming for his forgiveness. And he'll be able to reject it nad turn his other cheek. It's at his mercy. Argh... Sh*t!
I might not be perfect, but I know enough to 'jaga perasaan orang lain'. Or at least I try.
HIM... on the other hand... is... I guess not as sensitive as I am. Both a strength and a weakness. He is more patient than I, but more blunt. I am less patient, but more... understanding?
Wait.
I have gotten lots of comments about not being understanding from my siblings.
So what is this?
Am I just the whole core to everything that has happened?
Is the whole fault on me?
Am I the cause of the problem?
Am I the problem?
I--don't--know. Hmm. It--makes sense. It does make sense. I am wrong. I'm wrong for letting my weakness of impatience get the better of me.
I'm wrong.
That's all for now. Salams.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Facebook Fever Fight Foolishly Failing, Fret Not! For Fasting Fairly Facilitates! Oh no, A Friend Is Now Forming Frustrations!
Dear Reader,
Assalamualaikum.
Eid Mubarak to all those who are celebrating Hari Raya this year. Hopefully you'll get lots and lots and LOTS of AngPow. Ha ha LOL.
This year's Ramadhan has been pretty much the same as others before it, except for the fact that in this current one, I'm usually praying Tarawih at home. Saying that this great and holy month is similar to its, um, predecessors, DOES NOT at all imply that I do not value it. I value Ramadhan greatly, and I think that it came in the nick of time.
I'll let you ponder that statement.
Ramadhan has also been a time for me, to reflect, in a stronger way compared to when I reflect some other time. I have realized, many things, and started analyzing, processing, evaluating and just plain thinking. I have strengthened my faith, but I still suffer from the common unsure feeling, thrusted in my heart by Syaitan, aka was-was. It's reducing. It is. Thank God for that!
And thank God for letting me discover the beauty of myreligion way of life. Because I was, and this is from my point of view, born into this faith, and not converted, my faith is not as strong as a convert. I know this is not a fully correct statement, but try and observe the people around you, not your family, just regular people in the street. Think about it.
Anyway, as time went on, it had slowly and subtly eroded in me, bit by bit. Not fully of course, but enough for me to have non-stop questions buzzing around my mind. Seriously, Alhamdulillah! All praise be to Allah! Who has rescued me from my ways.
There's also another thing I've realized. Help can come from anyone. Anyone. And it's usually the people you least expect who help you. And, regrettably, sometimes the people you expect help from, don't help you. And I'm saying this in great reference to a certain someone that I have mentioned here many times. You would know if you are a regular reader.
I don't think my "best bud" IS my best bud.
Hold on, wait! Before you start reacting, at least know my justifiable clarification.
To me, and remember, this is to me, a friend is one who always has your back. You help the friend, and the friend helps you. An eye for an eye. Friends are dependable, there when you need them, and actually give a @#*! about you.
Now, a BEST friend is one who, yet again this is from my perspective, one who performs 4 acts : Act of Loyalty, Act of Trust, Act of Awesomeness and Act of Friendship.
Act of Loyalty, basically, is an act whereby loyalty is shown, such as loyally being there when they need you. Always helping each other out, going through thick and thin. This includes consoling, sacrifice and assistance.
Act of Trust, is very important in a relationship. No, it is not only shown through sharing secrets, though that is one way. Another way is to trust one another, not to backstab each other or most importantly, lie to each other. Trust is very fragile, and, should it break once, it is nearly impossible to rebuild.
An Act of Awesomeness, is, well, being awesome. It's being awesome with you, basically meaning having fun and getting on your good side, that's really the icing on the best friends' cake. It's enjoyable, relieves stress, and everyone benefits.
Now, Act of Friendship, is the hardest part. Act of Friendship means, to continuously perform the other three acts, at the right place and time. THIS, is what really shows friendship. But remember, both have to do it. It's definitely not a one-clapping hand.
THAT'S the part that's gone. Him and I, I'm pretty sure all three have been done. Just the last act. That's slacking. I guess I just don't see that with me and him anymore. He never really does any, and I never really do any. I'm not saying he should start first, but I thought that after knowing me for 6 and a half years, he would know that I'm not one to make the first move. I'm not blaming him either, I just guess it wasn't meant to be.
And take note OK, me thinking about this was WAY before Ramadhan. I just needed proof out of observations.
I think the only reason we were 'best' friends, was because of one other friend who came into the picture. And the evidence proves it! I've known friend #1 since Standard 2, but we were just "people that you know" to each other that time. But when friend #2 came, in Standard 4, we suddenly collaborated, and that collaboration was called "The Three Stoodges". (mispelling intended)
*Sigh*... but now, he's in boarding school, friend #2 I mean. We still keep in touch though, with the occasional SMS.
*Longer sigh* I guess you can't change the way things are meant to be.
Oh yeah, that reminds me. In reference to the title, yes, Facebooking for me has dropped, quite significantly too. I'm proud to say that it was the work of God during this holy month.
I'm not sure that should've been part of the post title, since I'm not gonna elaborate on that. Meh, as my sister once said "There are no rules to blogging". Yeah, sure there aren't. But there'll be comments for you should you break any of those unofficial, unsaid, understood rules. Ha ha, whatever.
OK.
That's all for now. Salams.
P/S : If you have ANYTHING that you would like to say, please do so in the comment box. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, tell me or have any references to the contents of this article in person. Thank you.
Assalamualaikum.
Eid Mubarak to all those who are celebrating Hari Raya this year. Hopefully you'll get lots and lots and LOTS of AngPow. Ha ha LOL.
This year's Ramadhan has been pretty much the same as others before it, except for the fact that in this current one, I'm usually praying Tarawih at home. Saying that this great and holy month is similar to its, um, predecessors, DOES NOT at all imply that I do not value it. I value Ramadhan greatly, and I think that it came in the nick of time.
I'll let you ponder that statement.
Ramadhan has also been a time for me, to reflect, in a stronger way compared to when I reflect some other time. I have realized, many things, and started analyzing, processing, evaluating and just plain thinking. I have strengthened my faith, but I still suffer from the common unsure feeling, thrusted in my heart by Syaitan, aka was-was. It's reducing. It is. Thank God for that!
And thank God for letting me discover the beauty of my
Anyway, as time went on, it had slowly and subtly eroded in me, bit by bit. Not fully of course, but enough for me to have non-stop questions buzzing around my mind. Seriously, Alhamdulillah! All praise be to Allah! Who has rescued me from my ways.
There's also another thing I've realized. Help can come from anyone. Anyone. And it's usually the people you least expect who help you. And, regrettably, sometimes the people you expect help from, don't help you. And I'm saying this in great reference to a certain someone that I have mentioned here many times. You would know if you are a regular reader.
I don't think my "best bud" IS my best bud.
Hold on, wait! Before you start reacting, at least know my justifiable clarification.
To me, and remember, this is to me, a friend is one who always has your back. You help the friend, and the friend helps you. An eye for an eye. Friends are dependable, there when you need them, and actually give a @#*! about you.
Now, a BEST friend is one who, yet again this is from my perspective, one who performs 4 acts : Act of Loyalty, Act of Trust, Act of Awesomeness and Act of Friendship.
Act of Loyalty, basically, is an act whereby loyalty is shown, such as loyally being there when they need you. Always helping each other out, going through thick and thin. This includes consoling, sacrifice and assistance.
Act of Trust, is very important in a relationship. No, it is not only shown through sharing secrets, though that is one way. Another way is to trust one another, not to backstab each other or most importantly, lie to each other. Trust is very fragile, and, should it break once, it is nearly impossible to rebuild.
An Act of Awesomeness, is, well, being awesome. It's being awesome with you, basically meaning having fun and getting on your good side, that's really the icing on the best friends' cake. It's enjoyable, relieves stress, and everyone benefits.
Now, Act of Friendship, is the hardest part. Act of Friendship means, to continuously perform the other three acts, at the right place and time. THIS, is what really shows friendship. But remember, both have to do it. It's definitely not a one-clapping hand.
THAT'S the part that's gone. Him and I, I'm pretty sure all three have been done. Just the last act. That's slacking. I guess I just don't see that with me and him anymore. He never really does any, and I never really do any. I'm not saying he should start first, but I thought that after knowing me for 6 and a half years, he would know that I'm not one to make the first move. I'm not blaming him either, I just guess it wasn't meant to be.
And take note OK, me thinking about this was WAY before Ramadhan. I just needed proof out of observations.
I think the only reason we were 'best' friends, was because of one other friend who came into the picture. And the evidence proves it! I've known friend #1 since Standard 2, but we were just "people that you know" to each other that time. But when friend #2 came, in Standard 4, we suddenly collaborated, and that collaboration was called "The Three Stoodges". (mispelling intended)
*Sigh*... but now, he's in boarding school, friend #2 I mean. We still keep in touch though, with the occasional SMS.
*Longer sigh* I guess you can't change the way things are meant to be.
Oh yeah, that reminds me. In reference to the title, yes, Facebooking for me has dropped, quite significantly too. I'm proud to say that it was the work of God during this holy month.
I'm not sure that should've been part of the post title, since I'm not gonna elaborate on that. Meh, as my sister once said "There are no rules to blogging". Yeah, sure there aren't. But there'll be comments for you should you break any of those unofficial, unsaid, understood rules. Ha ha, whatever.
OK.
That's all for now. Salams.
P/S : If you have ANYTHING that you would like to say, please do so in the comment box. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, tell me or have any references to the contents of this article in person. Thank you.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Unparalleled Unified Update
Dear Reader,
I have to admit, I tried to have a powerful effect of three U's for the title, but it didnt work.
It's 12:11 AM, I haven't finished my folios and it's the perfect time to blog!
Ok seriously, I just needed to update. It's been so long that it feels like I haven't fed a pet for awhile. Then again, I did have a pet fish which died out of starvation and living in dirty water. Say whatever, I'm extremely sorry for it.
"I'm sorry, Glooey."
Ah, it's nice to be back. Feels like a real long time since I've been here.
So, instead of making one long blog entry, trying to recap what the heck I've been doing over the last few weeks, I made a unified update. (hence, the title name. Duh!) What this means is that instead of me telling you what's happened, I'll let my past clones do that for me. How is this possible you might ask? Simple.
Over the weeks, I've been meaning to update but I just didn't finish the posts. They're still saved as drafts. So, I just copy, paste and voila! You have yourself a sloppy superb sassy sensational sandwich (post) waiting to be eaten, read and commented on.
[the following is the opinions and thoughts of the past Luqmans. The current Luqman now might not have similar opinions now. Should you be offended or concerned, sue them]
So let's start with the earliest one :
Date : 20 July 2008
Title : EMO
Dear Reader,
Oh... crap.
Help.
Help me.
I'm slowly being forcibly swallowed into this dEMOnic cult fueled by teenage angst.
I'm being dragged into a world of darkness
I'm fighting as hard as I can, clawing the ground, trying to hold on
This demon in a cloak is pulling my leg toward the darkness...
My attempts of freedom are in vain, and then...
My feet have touched the darkness!
It's growing on me
Growing, growing
It won't stop
It's taking over
It's taking over
IT"S TAKING OVER!
*clears throat*
Right. Back to reality.
All jokes aside, I really am feeling a change.
You're thinking,"What?! No way. Not you. Impossible."
But seriously? The thoughts are there. The EMOtional vulnerability is there.
WARNING : This part of my entry was shabbily put together, and might not make any sense to you. You'd just have to be me to really understand. Unless, you do, and me saying this is another sign showing that I'm growing up.
I realise I was more fun and random when I was younger, but now, I feel so different. I feel like I'm so, conventional, if you will. I can put everything into words. I don't use to think like that. I perceived before that there are some things, some things you could never explain. But now, I feel like I can. That--change--for me, has really, well, changed me.
I was looking at some stuff I typed out before, on some stuff I just wanted to talk about. I was more creative when I was younger.
And it's worse considering the fact that I have been trying so hard to sound like an intellectual, that I try to shut out a huge part of me. The whole "using bombastic words and giving well-thought opinions" was not true, and only in vain, for I did not grow any smarter. I not only am a fraud, but I am also losing a part of me that I treasure so much--my childishness. I'm losing both ways.
I didn't want to lose it. I knew I would, but I wanted it to last. I had foolishly aided in a cause which I didn't want to support.
Probably, I might have tried to evolve, because it is expected of me to do so.
Peer pressure? Because many friends have evolved, but I haven't?
Hunger for attention? To be thought of as an intellectual?
Maybe, maybe.
There. You've seen it. The awful truth.
Next :
Date : 7 August 2008
Title : The Ends
Currently listening to - Sadness and Sorrow by Toshiro Masuda (OST Naruto)
Dear Reader,
This song always gets to me.
You can feel the sorrow.
I remember watching Naruto episodes, when the dying character is badly wounded, bleeding, sufferring, but not crying for help. They've accepted their fate.
And, at some level, I guess I can understand them.
Why waste your last moments trying to live, when you could just go with as much as forgiveness and respect as you can?
I think I'm easily touched by this song, because it shows the end. In this case, it was life.
I hate endings, in general. Mainly because you don't have the privilege or luxury to enjoy something anymore. Be it life, childhood, friendship, marriage, occupation, having a home, having a family, or even the end of a movie. Anything that started out good, but is coming to an end, or has already come to an end, for me, really bums me out.
Heck, even yesterday, Thursday, I felt depressed. Reason? The last day of koko. Can you believe it? I guess it was because of not having anymore official scout meetings. Yeah, I used to not take it seriously, but after a real reshaping camp, I feel like it's a part of me already. Thanks to a scout named Sir Collin, and a few other Sirs, and one Miss.
To all scouts out there reading, I don't care. Do it now. Tepuk Pengakap!
Now this one is what I want to say now :
Date : 27 August 2008
Title : Facebook Fever Fear
Dear Reader,
Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
Let me clarify for those who don't. You're on the computer to play a song while doing your work. Then you remember that you left an offline message to someone on GoogleTalk so you sign in to check if there's a reply. When you sign in, oh look!, there's a notification, you just got a new e-mail! You click on the link and read your e-mail. Oh wait, you remember you sent friend requests on FaceBook to a few people. You check if they've accepted.
Now it gets worse. Turns out they did, and out of curiosity (and pure stupidity) you click on their profile to read. Oh look! He beat your score on this application. Time to beat him. Oh crap.
Before you know it, it's 11 o'clock, your homework's still a mountain, your mother's telling you to sleep, and you still haven't beaten his score. OH GOD.
This is why I hate Facebook. Well, I don't hate it, but it's just, annoying when it wastes my time. I know it's my fault for even going on, but I can't help it if somebody has got a bigger brain than I do (Space Ace, but I bet you're a cyborg or alien) or have a bigger vocabulary than I do (salesman, 6000 over, in your face! book!).
The saying shouldn't be "procrastination is the thief of time". It should be "Facebook and procrastination work together to stop human activity and make people get bigger brains!" Argh! You must know how frustrating it is. Unless you're a non-addict, like Sharrif (Josh Carter).
Lucky.
Heck, Facebook was pretty much the reason why I haven't been blogging. And I guess I want to quit it. Well not completely of course, I have to defend my salesman title. But still, there will be a huge reduction of Facebooking for me.
You know why I'm doing this? I'm immitating President Kennedy.
What you're thinking: What the heck does President Kennedy have to do with a 14 year old quitting Facebook?
I'll tell you what.
In the years of the space race, President JFK made it crystal clear to the world that he wanted the US to be the first ones on the moon. He said it to the world. What he did was add social pressure into the mix, next to wanting to beat the Soviets. If America failed, then who would be blamed for it? He would. He would have the blame and the shame over the failed claim. That pretty much motivates a person.
I don't care about the whole controversy whether man did land on the moon in 1969 or not. What I'm saying is, I want to quit Facebook, I'm making it clear to you, and should I not succeed, let me have the blame and the shame over the failed claim.
Well, it's 1:05 AM now, it's late, and I should get going now. So just remember what I said.
That's all for now. Salams.
I have to admit, I tried to have a powerful effect of three U's for the title, but it didnt work.
It's 12:11 AM, I haven't finished my folios and it's the perfect time to blog!
Ok seriously, I just needed to update. It's been so long that it feels like I haven't fed a pet for awhile. Then again, I did have a pet fish which died out of starvation and living in dirty water. Say whatever, I'm extremely sorry for it.
"I'm sorry, Glooey."
Ah, it's nice to be back. Feels like a real long time since I've been here.
So, instead of making one long blog entry, trying to recap what the heck I've been doing over the last few weeks, I made a unified update. (hence, the title name. Duh!) What this means is that instead of me telling you what's happened, I'll let my past clones do that for me. How is this possible you might ask? Simple.
Over the weeks, I've been meaning to update but I just didn't finish the posts. They're still saved as drafts. So, I just copy, paste and voila! You have yourself a sloppy superb sassy sensational sandwich (post) waiting to be eaten, read and commented on.
[the following is the opinions and thoughts of the past Luqmans. The current Luqman now might not have similar opinions now. Should you be offended or concerned, sue them]
So let's start with the earliest one :
Date : 20 July 2008
Title : EMO
Dear Reader,
Oh... crap.
Help.
Help me.
I'm slowly being forcibly swallowed into this dEMOnic cult fueled by teenage angst.
I'm being dragged into a world of darkness
I'm fighting as hard as I can, clawing the ground, trying to hold on
This demon in a cloak is pulling my leg toward the darkness...
My attempts of freedom are in vain, and then...
My feet have touched the darkness!
It's growing on me
Growing, growing
It won't stop
It's taking over
It's taking over
IT"S TAKING OVER!
*clears throat*
Right. Back to reality.
All jokes aside, I really am feeling a change.
You're thinking,"What?! No way. Not you. Impossible."
But seriously? The thoughts are there. The EMOtional vulnerability is there.
WARNING : This part of my entry was shabbily put together, and might not make any sense to you. You'd just have to be me to really understand. Unless, you do, and me saying this is another sign showing that I'm growing up.
I realise I was more fun and random when I was younger, but now, I feel so different. I feel like I'm so, conventional, if you will. I can put everything into words. I don't use to think like that. I perceived before that there are some things, some things you could never explain. But now, I feel like I can. That--change--for me, has really, well, changed me.
I was looking at some stuff I typed out before, on some stuff I just wanted to talk about. I was more creative when I was younger.
And it's worse considering the fact that I have been trying so hard to sound like an intellectual, that I try to shut out a huge part of me. The whole "using bombastic words and giving well-thought opinions" was not true, and only in vain, for I did not grow any smarter. I not only am a fraud, but I am also losing a part of me that I treasure so much--my childishness. I'm losing both ways.
I didn't want to lose it. I knew I would, but I wanted it to last. I had foolishly aided in a cause which I didn't want to support.
Probably, I might have tried to evolve, because it is expected of me to do so.
Peer pressure? Because many friends have evolved, but I haven't?
Hunger for attention? To be thought of as an intellectual?
Maybe, maybe.
There. You've seen it. The awful truth.
Next :
Date : 7 August 2008
Title : The Ends
Currently listening to - Sadness and Sorrow by Toshiro Masuda (OST Naruto)
Dear Reader,
This song always gets to me.
You can feel the sorrow.
I remember watching Naruto episodes, when the dying character is badly wounded, bleeding, sufferring, but not crying for help. They've accepted their fate.
And, at some level, I guess I can understand them.
Why waste your last moments trying to live, when you could just go with as much as forgiveness and respect as you can?
I think I'm easily touched by this song, because it shows the end. In this case, it was life.
I hate endings, in general. Mainly because you don't have the privilege or luxury to enjoy something anymore. Be it life, childhood, friendship, marriage, occupation, having a home, having a family, or even the end of a movie. Anything that started out good, but is coming to an end, or has already come to an end, for me, really bums me out.
Heck, even yesterday, Thursday, I felt depressed. Reason? The last day of koko. Can you believe it? I guess it was because of not having anymore official scout meetings. Yeah, I used to not take it seriously, but after a real reshaping camp, I feel like it's a part of me already. Thanks to a scout named Sir Collin, and a few other Sirs, and one Miss.
To all scouts out there reading, I don't care. Do it now. Tepuk Pengakap!
Endings teach. Mostly, don't wait only until you're on your death bed to repent. Do it now. I assure you, you won't regret it. Just take the time to tell your mother, father, siblings, relatives, friends, neighbours, or just someone you care about that you love them, or apologize for the things that you think would need it.
Now this one is what I want to say now :
Date : 27 August 2008
Title : Facebook Fever Fear
Dear Reader,
Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
Let me clarify for those who don't. You're on the computer to play a song while doing your work. Then you remember that you left an offline message to someone on GoogleTalk so you sign in to check if there's a reply. When you sign in, oh look!, there's a notification, you just got a new e-mail! You click on the link and read your e-mail. Oh wait, you remember you sent friend requests on FaceBook to a few people. You check if they've accepted.
Now it gets worse. Turns out they did, and out of curiosity (and pure stupidity) you click on their profile to read. Oh look! He beat your score on this application. Time to beat him. Oh crap.
Before you know it, it's 11 o'clock, your homework's still a mountain, your mother's telling you to sleep, and you still haven't beaten his score. OH GOD.
This is why I hate Facebook. Well, I don't hate it, but it's just, annoying when it wastes my time. I know it's my fault for even going on, but I can't help it if somebody has got a bigger brain than I do (Space Ace, but I bet you're a cyborg or alien) or have a bigger vocabulary than I do (salesman, 6000 over, in your face! book!).
The saying shouldn't be "procrastination is the thief of time". It should be "Facebook and procrastination work together to stop human activity and make people get bigger brains!" Argh! You must know how frustrating it is. Unless you're a non-addict, like Sharrif (Josh Carter).
Lucky.
Heck, Facebook was pretty much the reason why I haven't been blogging. And I guess I want to quit it. Well not completely of course, I have to defend my salesman title. But still, there will be a huge reduction of Facebooking for me.
You know why I'm doing this? I'm immitating President Kennedy.
What you're thinking: What the heck does President Kennedy have to do with a 14 year old quitting Facebook?
I'll tell you what.
In the years of the space race, President JFK made it crystal clear to the world that he wanted the US to be the first ones on the moon. He said it to the world. What he did was add social pressure into the mix, next to wanting to beat the Soviets. If America failed, then who would be blamed for it? He would. He would have the blame and the shame over the failed claim. That pretty much motivates a person.
I don't care about the whole controversy whether man did land on the moon in 1969 or not. What I'm saying is, I want to quit Facebook, I'm making it clear to you, and should I not succeed, let me have the blame and the shame over the failed claim.
Well, it's 1:05 AM now, it's late, and I should get going now. So just remember what I said.
That's all for now. Salams.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
FaceBook Account Revived!
Dear Reader,
Yes, it's true. I've started using facebook again.
After I let my myspace account fall apart, I made an account on facebook, but I kinda let it die, and then I made this Blogger account.
But now... (as the evil genius creator of frankenstein would say) IT'S ALIVE!
Yeah... Just check it out if you like.
That's all for now. Salams.
NOTE : Don't count on my MySpace account to EVER be revived. It's dead. And it'll stay that way.
Yes, it's true. I've started using facebook again.
After I let my myspace account fall apart, I made an account on facebook, but I kinda let it die, and then I made this Blogger account.
But now... (as the evil genius creator of frankenstein would say) IT'S ALIVE!
Yeah... Just check it out if you like.
That's all for now. Salams.
NOTE : Don't count on my MySpace account to EVER be revived. It's dead. And it'll stay that way.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
The Best Birthday Bash A Boy Could Beg For! II
Dear Reader,
A second part to my already awesome birthday present?! Woo! Woo!!! WOOH!!! Yeah! Awesome! WooOOoooOO!!
*clears throat* Let me explain myself.
"(LuqCrusher)! Bangun (wake up)! Ummi's (mother) going any minute!". Against my will, I got up while looking at the clock. 11:30 AM. Nice...
I quickly bathed, got dressed, and followed my mother to the town Clubhouse. She said she was going to pick up a friend to attend the secret party planned for her by my sisters and I. I thought, "Oh, she already knows about her party? Ok, I guess," but I didn't ask her anything. She said we'll wait there for ten minutes, and if her friend's still not here, then we''ll leave. After ten minutes, she got a phone call. Then, we headed home.
We were near the driveway, then she told me she'll park the car, so I'll go in the house first. My sister answered the door. She only opened enough for her head to stick out. She asked where Ummi was. I told her she was parking the car. She said a small 'ok', smiled, and then opened the door. Suddenly Ashman, Fabian, Billy, Tuck Chee, Ryan, Divia, Audrey, Louise, Isaac, Melanie, Jowyna, Diyana, and Joon Keet all jumped out of nowhere and shouted "SURPRISE!!!".
O.O
My jaw was wide open. If you check my sister's handphone recording of when I entered the house, you could see how shocked I was. I couldn't speak. I couldn't say anything. The only thing i could say was "ha....?" or "what...?". Oh right, and also "oh my god". I needed to sit down.
I was so shocked to see so many friends from school in my house. Then somebody got the idea of wishing me "Happy Birthday" outside. "Good, good, I need some fresh air," I thought. They wished me, and then shot like 10 of those type of small, cannon-type, confetti-shooting, thing-a-mabobs at me. Of course, the masterminds behind all this were my family members and my best bud.
There was one heck of a party.
Food; - spaghetti and fried rice prepared by my very own mother
Games; - like Pictionary, Hangman, PS2 Games, Chess
and PRESENTS! Lots and lots of PRESENTS!
In the midst of it all, my cousin, Sharrif, came pretty late, and I welcomed him nicely. Unlike when I come late to his parties, he would(ahem, ahem, cough, cough). Haha just kidding. Even my bro in New Zealand went video conferencing with my sister on her laptop, so he could wish me "Happy Birthday".
Oh yeah, then there was the cake. Not much of a cake really, as it was actually many many cupcakes with one letter on each of them spelling out "Happy 14th Birthday (LuqCrusher)". Of course, it didn't say LuqCrusher, but I prefer to keep my pseudonym.
Anyway, I opened my presents at the end of the party and got some pretty interesting stuff:-
~2 boxes of chocolates
~2 wordsearch books
~2 Photo Albums
~2 decoration ornaments
~2 sketch books, 4 pencils, an eraser-pencil and a pen with erasable ink (all from the same friend)
~a wallet
~RM50 to put in the wallet
~a clock (given by a good friend who didn't attend the party)
~a deodorant stick (can you believe it?)
~a necklace (pretty cool)
~a rubber bracelet
Thanks you guys. I really appreciate your special gifts and your hard work of collaborating to plot against me. LOL, that sounds weird. Yeah, the whole surprise party for Ummi was actually for me, my friend had invited everybody except Sharrif, my sister invitedher him, and I was celebrated, not to mention showered with presents ;).
Thank you, to all who helped to make it happen, for making my 14th birthday a really memorable one. (:
That's all for now. Salams.
A second part to my already awesome birthday present?! Woo! Woo!!! WOOH!!! Yeah! Awesome! WooOOoooOO!!
*clears throat* Let me explain myself.
"(LuqCrusher)! Bangun (wake up)! Ummi's (mother) going any minute!". Against my will, I got up while looking at the clock. 11:30 AM. Nice...
I quickly bathed, got dressed, and followed my mother to the town Clubhouse. She said she was going to pick up a friend to attend the secret party planned for her by my sisters and I. I thought, "Oh, she already knows about her party? Ok, I guess," but I didn't ask her anything. She said we'll wait there for ten minutes, and if her friend's still not here, then we''ll leave. After ten minutes, she got a phone call. Then, we headed home.
We were near the driveway, then she told me she'll park the car, so I'll go in the house first. My sister answered the door. She only opened enough for her head to stick out. She asked where Ummi was. I told her she was parking the car. She said a small 'ok', smiled, and then opened the door. Suddenly Ashman, Fabian, Billy, Tuck Chee, Ryan, Divia, Audrey, Louise, Isaac, Melanie, Jowyna, Diyana, and Joon Keet all jumped out of nowhere and shouted "SURPRISE!!!".
O.O
My jaw was wide open. If you check my sister's handphone recording of when I entered the house, you could see how shocked I was. I couldn't speak. I couldn't say anything. The only thing i could say was "ha....?" or "what...?". Oh right, and also "oh my god". I needed to sit down.
I was so shocked to see so many friends from school in my house. Then somebody got the idea of wishing me "Happy Birthday" outside. "Good, good, I need some fresh air," I thought. They wished me, and then shot like 10 of those type of small, cannon-type, confetti-shooting, thing-a-mabobs at me. Of course, the masterminds behind all this were my family members and my best bud.
There was one heck of a party.
Food; - spaghetti and fried rice prepared by my very own mother
Games; - like Pictionary, Hangman, PS2 Games, Chess
and PRESENTS! Lots and lots of PRESENTS!
In the midst of it all, my cousin, Sharrif, came pretty late, and I welcomed him nicely. Unlike when I come late to his parties, he would(ahem, ahem, cough, cough). Haha just kidding. Even my bro in New Zealand went video conferencing with my sister on her laptop, so he could wish me "Happy Birthday".
Oh yeah, then there was the cake. Not much of a cake really, as it was actually many many cupcakes with one letter on each of them spelling out "Happy 14th Birthday (LuqCrusher)". Of course, it didn't say LuqCrusher, but I prefer to keep my pseudonym.
Anyway, I opened my presents at the end of the party and got some pretty interesting stuff:-
~2 boxes of chocolates
~2 wordsearch books
~2 Photo Albums
~2 decoration ornaments
~2 sketch books, 4 pencils, an eraser-pencil and a pen with erasable ink (all from the same friend)
~a wallet
~RM50 to put in the wallet
~a clock (given by a good friend who didn't attend the party)
~a deodorant stick (can you believe it?)
~a necklace (pretty cool)
~a rubber bracelet
Thanks you guys. I really appreciate your special gifts and your hard work of collaborating to plot against me. LOL, that sounds weird. Yeah, the whole surprise party for Ummi was actually for me, my friend had invited everybody except Sharrif, my sister invited
Thank you, to all who helped to make it happen, for making my 14th birthday a really memorable one. (:
That's all for now. Salams.
Friday, July 18, 2008
The Best Birthday Bash A Boy Could Beg For!
Dear Reader,
Today was AWESOME! Woot! Woot!! WOOT!!!
There I was, walking to class, minding my own business (like people don't always hear that) and then suddenly, a;
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"
comes from my best bud. I didn't even enter the class yet. Then came a few more from other friends. And then;
"Everybody! It's (LuqCrusher)'s birthday! Singlah!"
Everybody starts to sing. Shyly (yes, I tend to get shy when all eyes are on me) I just smile, wave, and thank everyone.
Wow, firstly, a card from my siblings, and now this. What next?
Awesomely, right after my Friday prayers, after school, my best bud invites me for a movie treat. He says it's my birthday present.
We watched Hancock. A cool movie, 7/10. But a movie that has me wanting to talk to the director nonetheless. Not the script-writers, or the writers. Just the director. It just... had... an imbalance of comedy, conflict and coolness. Yah. If put together correctly, and was balanced to perfection, it would blow people's minds, cause it has, sorry, HAD so much potential.
But honestly, it didn't really matter. It was a movie treat and I enjoyed it. Thanks man.
Then, some stuff happened at home. Nothing bad, something good, enjoyable, but personal and private so I'll just leave you at that.
Ah.... what a nice day. It was very, delightful, to have experienced it. I wish it would continue, but it's come to an end, as everything has to, for it is the will of God. And it is only God that shall be forever, and what He wills to be forever. Bitter-sweet ending, as everything is at the end.
That's all for now. Salams.
P/S : 18th of JULY. (:
Today was AWESOME! Woot! Woot!! WOOT!!!
There I was, walking to class, minding my own business (like people don't always hear that) and then suddenly, a;
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"
comes from my best bud. I didn't even enter the class yet. Then came a few more from other friends. And then;
"Everybody! It's (LuqCrusher)'s birthday! Singlah!"
Everybody starts to sing. Shyly (yes, I tend to get shy when all eyes are on me) I just smile, wave, and thank everyone.
Wow, firstly, a card from my siblings, and now this. What next?
Awesomely, right after my Friday prayers, after school, my best bud invites me for a movie treat. He says it's my birthday present.
We watched Hancock. A cool movie, 7/10. But a movie that has me wanting to talk to the director nonetheless. Not the script-writers, or the writers. Just the director. It just... had... an imbalance of comedy, conflict and coolness. Yah. If put together correctly, and was balanced to perfection, it would blow people's minds, cause it has, sorry, HAD so much potential.
But honestly, it didn't really matter. It was a movie treat and I enjoyed it. Thanks man.
Then, some stuff happened at home. Nothing bad, something good, enjoyable, but personal and private so I'll just leave you at that.
Ah.... what a nice day. It was very, delightful, to have experienced it. I wish it would continue, but it's come to an end, as everything has to, for it is the will of God. And it is only God that shall be forever, and what He wills to be forever. Bitter-sweet ending, as everything is at the end.
That's all for now. Salams.
P/S : 18th of JULY. (:
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Random Awkwardness, Awkward Randomness II
Dear Reader,
Currently listening to Jay Chou - Fearless
My thoughts:
Shouldn't Prime Minister translate to Menteri Perdana?
Massaging or mass aging?
Mass Acre Massacre
Man eating tiger;
man-eating tiger;
man eating man-eating tiger;
man-eating man eating tiger
man-eating man eating man-eating tiger
What do Malay inmates wear? Baju kurung.
Edible shampoo
Ceramic CDs
Water-proof tissue
I haven't tripped and fell flat on my face in awhile so I have this weird paranoia that God's just waiting for the perfect time to suddenly trip me.
I really want to make cool videos but don't even have the equipment.
I really want Omnimon and Phoenixmon.
I've been wanting to make an ornithopter for awhile.
Don't snakes look like thin legless crocodiles?
The magic of 2 and 5 :
~ Symmetrical digitally.
~ 2.5 x 2 = 5
~ 52 x 2 = 104 ; 1+0+4 = 5
~ 5^2 = 25
~ 2^5 = 32 ; 3+2 =5
~ 5^5 = 3125 ; 3+1+2+5 = 11 ; 1+1 =2
I have a History test tomorrow.
Mustard custard.
Our eyes are part of our brain.
o^
/I--
/
HAYYAH!
That's all for now. Salams.
Currently listening to Jay Chou - Fearless
My thoughts:
Shouldn't Prime Minister translate to Menteri Perdana?
Massaging or mass aging?
Mass Acre Massacre
Man eating tiger;
man-eating tiger;
man eating man-eating tiger;
man-eating man eating tiger
man-eating man eating man-eating tiger
What do Malay inmates wear? Baju kurung.
Edible shampoo
Ceramic CDs
Water-proof tissue
I haven't tripped and fell flat on my face in awhile so I have this weird paranoia that God's just waiting for the perfect time to suddenly trip me.
I really want to make cool videos but don't even have the equipment.
I really want Omnimon and Phoenixmon.
I've been wanting to make an ornithopter for awhile.
Don't snakes look like thin legless crocodiles?
The magic of 2 and 5 :
~ Symmetrical digitally.
~ 2.5 x 2 = 5
~ 52 x 2 = 104 ; 1+0+4 = 5
~ 5^2 = 25
~ 2^5 = 32 ; 3+2 =5
~ 5^5 = 3125 ; 3+1+2+5 = 11 ; 1+1 =2
I have a History test tomorrow.
Mustard custard.
Our eyes are part of our brain.
o^
/I--
/
HAYYAH!
That's all for now. Salams.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Random Awkwardness, Awkward Randomness
Dear Reader,
Oh my god... It's sure has been awhile hasn't it? I have so much to say, I can't say it all.
Let me start with a few thoughts:
"If everyone had spider powers, there would be a lot of web-shooting at rock concerts"
"Jack Black is white, Barry White is black"
"Shallow is dumb, but deep is gothical"
Oh, right. There was the scouts camp. An awesome 3-day 2-night stay in ONE tent for SIX people, not to mention overloading LUGGAGE, within the school compound. Ah... It wasn't that bad. It wasn't bad at all. Actually, it was pretty fun. Yeah... I guess it was. Had a cool time with friends, got an awesome experience, learned a few things (like respect, discipline, not to mention a few songs and claps), went through an extremely fun obstacle course, tried basic cooking, sorta, and etc etc. Now that I think about it, one more day wouldn't have been too bad.
I passed 3 tests by the way, for the tenderfoot badge, that is. (yes, i still haven't gotten it yet). Some people got it at the end of camp.
I think the best part of the camp was MK (malam kebudayaan). Oh yeah, this is what most people would look forward to. Every patrol has to do 2-3 performances which are drama, patrol cheer and dancing.
You had to be there, seriously. There were really cool performances. Right now, you're thinking, c'mon, it's LuqCrusher, he would say anything was really cool. Well, I blame myself for constantly exaggerating but this isn't. Some scouts had recorded some of'em on their handphones so don't be surprised to find any on YouTube.
Of course, ours, wasn't too cool. Er... well, it was actually the worst of all. The audience was just quiet the whole time. We didn't have a good script and our spontaneousness was at an all time low. Pretty much a failure. (am I a jynx to dramas? Cause this sounding awfully similar to "Drama of the Malay Drama") Next to that, our cheer was okay and dance was... abysmal.
Oh my, I can't believe I'm still thinking about it. Not MK, the camp, I mean. It's been like a week, and July tests are in a few days. I guess you can never really forget something as memorable as that. Oh crap, that reminds me. What I am I doing? I shouldn't be typing this, I should be hitting the books! Oh well, as procrastinator-me would say, "I'll do it later".
Well EURO's long over, and guess who won? Oh yeah, Spain won and you know it! In your face! Unless you're a Spain fan; and/or is one of those 10,000 people who swore to shave their heads bald if Spain win (hope you like saving for shampoo and hairspray). Originally, I was a French, then slightly a Turk, but my sis 'converted' me to a Spaniard.
So there was EURO, Olympics' in 28 days, and Malaysia's fighting Chelsea FC in 20 days. They should call this year 'Sports Year'.
Hm... Nothing else random and/or awkward is going through my mind, so I guess I'll end it here.
That's all for now. Salams.
Oh my god... It's sure has been awhile hasn't it? I have so much to say, I can't say it all.
Let me start with a few thoughts:
"If everyone had spider powers, there would be a lot of web-shooting at rock concerts"
"Jack Black is white, Barry White is black"
"Shallow is dumb, but deep is gothical"
Oh, right. There was the scouts camp. An awesome 3-day 2-night stay in ONE tent for SIX people, not to mention overloading LUGGAGE, within the school compound. Ah... It wasn't that bad. It wasn't bad at all. Actually, it was pretty fun. Yeah... I guess it was. Had a cool time with friends, got an awesome experience, learned a few things (like respect, discipline, not to mention a few songs and claps), went through an extremely fun obstacle course, tried basic cooking, sorta, and etc etc. Now that I think about it, one more day wouldn't have been too bad.
I passed 3 tests by the way, for the tenderfoot badge, that is. (yes, i still haven't gotten it yet). Some people got it at the end of camp.
I think the best part of the camp was MK (malam kebudayaan). Oh yeah, this is what most people would look forward to. Every patrol has to do 2-3 performances which are drama, patrol cheer and dancing.
You had to be there, seriously. There were really cool performances. Right now, you're thinking, c'mon, it's LuqCrusher, he would say anything was really cool. Well, I blame myself for constantly exaggerating but this isn't. Some scouts had recorded some of'em on their handphones so don't be surprised to find any on YouTube.
Of course, ours, wasn't too cool. Er... well, it was actually the worst of all. The audience was just quiet the whole time. We didn't have a good script and our spontaneousness was at an all time low. Pretty much a failure. (am I a jynx to dramas? Cause this sounding awfully similar to "Drama of the Malay Drama") Next to that, our cheer was okay and dance was... abysmal.
Oh my, I can't believe I'm still thinking about it. Not MK, the camp, I mean. It's been like a week, and July tests are in a few days. I guess you can never really forget something as memorable as that. Oh crap, that reminds me. What I am I doing? I shouldn't be typing this, I should be hitting the books! Oh well, as procrastinator-me would say, "I'll do it later".
Well EURO's long over, and guess who won? Oh yeah, Spain won and you know it! In your face! Unless you're a Spain fan; and/or is one of those 10,000 people who swore to shave their heads bald if Spain win (hope you like saving for shampoo and hairspray). Originally, I was a French, then slightly a Turk, but my sis 'converted' me to a Spaniard.
So there was EURO, Olympics' in 28 days, and Malaysia's fighting Chelsea FC in 20 days. They should call this year 'Sports Year'.
Hm... Nothing else random and/or awkward is going through my mind, so I guess I'll end it here.
That's all for now. Salams.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Drama of the Malay Drama
Dear Reader,
A certain someone had pointed out to me that I might be speaking too much about my thoughts only and nothing else. Obviously enough, it was true. I think too much and never share experiences. I'll remedy that.
Well, it all started a few weeks ago, when we were in class. BM teacher walked in, and the class stood up to show respect and to greet him. As we sat down, we continued the loud zoo parade. Somehow, I can't remember clearly, but he had mentioned that it would be compulsory for us to perform a BM drama in groups, and that it would be included in the 'lisan' points. Some were of course, more enthusiastic than others. We broke up into 5 groups of roughly ten and started discussing.
There I was, brainstorming like a TV show writer coming up with an explanation to when the main character dies. I was trying too hard I suppose, for I had stayed quiet for awhile. And then, it struck! The basic plot was formed and explained. The script-writing work was divided among three people, I think.
A few days later, they were finished. They just needed someone to photocopy the document. Foolishly, I offered myself for the duty, mentioning that my mother had a photocopy machine. Then, I read it.
Oh... boy.
I guess I wasn't to clear on the story. Not only was the basic plot majorly changed, but it would seem that the three people who were assigned the duty of making the script were telling stories of their own. You see, the story is a mystery story with a detective and stuff, full of unexpected occurrences, but when I read their work, it was like they were so desperate on trying to tell the audience who it was. And not only that, one wrote the body was found in the toilet, another in the kitchen! It would need some extreme fixing for a good mystery and also for all the pieces to fall together. Yet again, I offered myself to type out everything and editing it on the computer.
One of the nights after that day, I stayed up until about 2:30 am doing that thing, going over it again and again. I had to make sure that it made sense, was a surprise at the ending and was according to their version. Finally, I was done. A click here and there and I printed one copy.
They didn't like it.
Dammit! Who cares?! I didn't like the changed story! If you want another changed script then do it yourself! Which was what I told them, but not in that way of course. Unfortunately, I caused my own downfall by being too kind. It was like a boy helping his father dig a grave out of kindness, too blind to see that it would later be used against him. You see, I typed the script on my computer, and it would be much easier and faster for me to make the slight changes.
"Alright, ok, fine. I'll give it to you after the mid-term holidays."
Ah those two weeks were sweet. I, as most people would do, procrastinated until the last minute to finish the job. I typed, sorry, RE-typed the "mistakes" I made. A click here and there and... what?! No! No!! NO!!! NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME WE'RE OUT OF INK?! Aw... man...
After a lot of pestering, my sister finally brought me to One Utama where I bought the ink. Then I fitted it into the printer, and printed 9 copies. Phew! I'm not gonna do that again.
We practiced a lot. Quite a lot. I remembered my lines, and so did they. We tried acting more emotional. We tried speaking text differently. Basically, we worked hard.
Then, it finally came. The day that separates men from the boys. D-Day aka Drama-Day. We were first. I thought we already had it down by then. Emphasis on the "thought". It started with an okay introduction, but got worse along the way. What was happening? These people are speaking like they're reading from a book! They're acting was so stiff! And they were so quiet. Even the front row couldn't hear what was being said. And their expressions! What happened to all that time we took to practice?! Gone in vain?! Not to be bragging but I really think I was the best one out there, cause my voice was loud and expressive. Seriously. C'mon, man. What happened? The audience lost interest and started discussing their own dramas not even halfway through.
I was crushed. So disappointed. SO disappointed.
You know what the real kicker was? Knowing that your best friend right after you, the main character, had taken the day with his group's performance, but mostly because of him. It was funny. So funny, I admit. They even got a loud applause afterwards. But I couldn't enjoy it. And you know what was the real extreme kicker was? Knowing that your friend and friend's group, who stole the day, did not follow their script! It was mostly spontaneous! ARGH!!! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate him. In fact, I'm happy for him, but I still have a right to be upset. Mostly, with the people who were my members. Yes, for those of you who were in my group for that drama (you know who you are), I'm saying right now, I'm very disappointed with you.
I worked hard on that script! We worked hard on our acting! And you just, just threw it away...
*long sigh*
What's done is done, I suppose.
That's all for now. Salams.
A certain someone had pointed out to me that I might be speaking too much about my thoughts only and nothing else. Obviously enough, it was true. I think too much and never share experiences. I'll remedy that.
Well, it all started a few weeks ago, when we were in class. BM teacher walked in, and the class stood up to show respect and to greet him. As we sat down, we continued the loud zoo parade. Somehow, I can't remember clearly, but he had mentioned that it would be compulsory for us to perform a BM drama in groups, and that it would be included in the 'lisan' points. Some were of course, more enthusiastic than others. We broke up into 5 groups of roughly ten and started discussing.
There I was, brainstorming like a TV show writer coming up with an explanation to when the main character dies. I was trying too hard I suppose, for I had stayed quiet for awhile. And then, it struck! The basic plot was formed and explained. The script-writing work was divided among three people, I think.
A few days later, they were finished. They just needed someone to photocopy the document. Foolishly, I offered myself for the duty, mentioning that my mother had a photocopy machine. Then, I read it.
Oh... boy.
I guess I wasn't to clear on the story. Not only was the basic plot majorly changed, but it would seem that the three people who were assigned the duty of making the script were telling stories of their own. You see, the story is a mystery story with a detective and stuff, full of unexpected occurrences, but when I read their work, it was like they were so desperate on trying to tell the audience who it was. And not only that, one wrote the body was found in the toilet, another in the kitchen! It would need some extreme fixing for a good mystery and also for all the pieces to fall together. Yet again, I offered myself to type out everything and editing it on the computer.
One of the nights after that day, I stayed up until about 2:30 am doing that thing, going over it again and again. I had to make sure that it made sense, was a surprise at the ending and was according to their version. Finally, I was done. A click here and there and I printed one copy.
They didn't like it.
Dammit! Who cares?! I didn't like the changed story! If you want another changed script then do it yourself! Which was what I told them, but not in that way of course. Unfortunately, I caused my own downfall by being too kind. It was like a boy helping his father dig a grave out of kindness, too blind to see that it would later be used against him. You see, I typed the script on my computer, and it would be much easier and faster for me to make the slight changes.
"Alright, ok, fine. I'll give it to you after the mid-term holidays."
Ah those two weeks were sweet. I, as most people would do, procrastinated until the last minute to finish the job. I typed, sorry, RE-typed the "mistakes" I made. A click here and there and... what?! No! No!! NO!!! NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME WE'RE OUT OF INK?! Aw... man...
After a lot of pestering, my sister finally brought me to One Utama where I bought the ink. Then I fitted it into the printer, and printed 9 copies. Phew! I'm not gonna do that again.
We practiced a lot. Quite a lot. I remembered my lines, and so did they. We tried acting more emotional. We tried speaking text differently. Basically, we worked hard.
Then, it finally came. The day that separates men from the boys. D-Day aka Drama-Day. We were first. I thought we already had it down by then. Emphasis on the "thought". It started with an okay introduction, but got worse along the way. What was happening? These people are speaking like they're reading from a book! They're acting was so stiff! And they were so quiet. Even the front row couldn't hear what was being said. And their expressions! What happened to all that time we took to practice?! Gone in vain?! Not to be bragging but I really think I was the best one out there, cause my voice was loud and expressive. Seriously. C'mon, man. What happened? The audience lost interest and started discussing their own dramas not even halfway through.
I was crushed. So disappointed. SO disappointed.
You know what the real kicker was? Knowing that your best friend right after you, the main character, had taken the day with his group's performance, but mostly because of him. It was funny. So funny, I admit. They even got a loud applause afterwards. But I couldn't enjoy it. And you know what was the real extreme kicker was? Knowing that your friend and friend's group, who stole the day, did not follow their script! It was mostly spontaneous! ARGH!!! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate him. In fact, I'm happy for him, but I still have a right to be upset. Mostly, with the people who were my members. Yes, for those of you who were in my group for that drama (you know who you are), I'm saying right now, I'm very disappointed with you.
I worked hard on that script! We worked hard on our acting! And you just, just threw it away...
*long sigh*
What's done is done, I suppose.
That's all for now. Salams.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
She Caught The Tantrums I Threw and Returned Them To Me As Mango Pudding
Dear Reader,
Hi. Me, yet again. Yes. Me. Yet again.
I don't know what's wrong.
It would seem that I am more of an avid blogger than I expected. I usually check every other day and hope to god for comments. I guess I don't give the public enough time to do so.
How long has it been since my last entry? Sheesh! Get a life! I guess I'm still new at this. Still fresh. Still, all, *^excited^*.
Hm? Oh. You're asking me about the weird title? Nothing much really. Just some awkward randomness that I understand is quite 'in' nowadays. With the whole,
"you shot me through my kidney, I called out for horses, they were busy reading books that slit the throat of a thousand stars, and the belly flooped the fate of the dying world, melting,
melting till the ashes of the night come staggering into my other kidney."
And just like formaldehyde too. I don't know what it is about this chemical that is so attractive to artists that they have to include it in their songs. It's just a disinfectant\preserving chemical. I guess people want a different 'flavour' rather than your average John and Jane Doe singing the three words over and over again.
Oh yeah, speaking about different flavours, sometimes I think that we all have the same tastes. All of us. We all like the same food, colour, clothes, sports, etc. The thing that I would say makes us all different in our interests is probably how we experience things. Your blue, might be my green. Your classical might be my jazz. Your very hard might be my pushover. Heck, your taste of lasagna might be my taste of mango pudding. (yes, I like mango pudding, very much as a matter of fact.)
So if you like the colour of your green, and I like the colour of my blue, these two colours might actually be the same. Basically, we all like, love and hate all the same things, but experience them differently. Well, it's just a theory, and it can't be tested empirically. Heck, it can't even be tested at all!
Anyway, thanks for reading and please comment. I'm not desperate, but would just like to know that there are people out there who are listening.
Oh yeah. One more thing. Go Spain for EURO!
That's all for now. Salams.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Criticism
Dear reader,
Welcome again to the presentation of my radical, weird, crazy, disgusting, awesome, freaky, and just plain random thoughts, racing through the bus stop my mind, TO THE WORLD!
Ok, seriously. (see what I mean?)
Lately, I guess I haven't been able to express myself to the fullest extent, considering the fact that I don't like criticism. Mainly I prefer not to say what I want to say fearing the thoughts of readers who live under the same roof as myself. Get what I mean?
Then what's the point of having a blog, right? WRONG! Some people, like myself, have tried to have a diary but it never really accomplished it's mission.
The aim of having an 'online diary' is so you can share your secrets (which aren't really secrets anymore), vent out your feelings and pointing out your views, without being criticized. Or maybe, that's just how I see it.
I mean constructive criticism is cool, but sometimes, and beleive me, sometimes, people really don't know how to say it. And of course, I've had experience, in both of the party's shoes; the critic and the victim, and I know I don't do well in either of them.
I still keep it though, my diary, I mean. I guess it has some sense of sentimentality on me, and gives me a chance to, reminisce. (I don't know if I spelt that right) Now that's another reason for having an online diary. Being able to know your views on your past experiences, good and bad. Trying to remember what it was like, when you (metaphorically speaking) fell down, and only one friend was there to pick you up. When you saw that person you liked and never had the guts to do anything. When your buddy cheered you up when you felt depressed. I guess it teaches you essential life lessons.
I guess it's time to put an end to that fear, since criticism is inevitable. Starting...
NOW!
... it doesn't matter anymore. Well I guess, not completely. A part of me needs to care. It's part of life, and it helps people improve themselves, if put in the right way.
You know, to tell you the truth, this is the first time I've ever expressed myself to the world to the point of content. Well I guess that's not too hard right? I've only had 2 posts, add this, 3.
*sigh* oh well.
That's all for now. Salams.
P/S : For those of you who do live under the same roof as myself, no offense, aight? Oh, and I'll never tell you where it is.
Welcome again to the presentation of my radical, weird, crazy, disgusting, awesome, freaky, and just plain random thoughts, racing through the bus stop my mind, TO THE WORLD!
Ok, seriously. (see what I mean?)
Lately, I guess I haven't been able to express myself to the fullest extent, considering the fact that I don't like criticism. Mainly I prefer not to say what I want to say fearing the thoughts of readers who live under the same roof as myself. Get what I mean?
Then what's the point of having a blog, right? WRONG! Some people, like myself, have tried to have a diary but it never really accomplished it's mission.
The aim of having an 'online diary' is so you can share your secrets (which aren't really secrets anymore), vent out your feelings and pointing out your views, without being criticized. Or maybe, that's just how I see it.
I mean constructive criticism is cool, but sometimes, and beleive me, sometimes, people really don't know how to say it. And of course, I've had experience, in both of the party's shoes; the critic and the victim, and I know I don't do well in either of them.
I still keep it though, my diary, I mean. I guess it has some sense of sentimentality on me, and gives me a chance to, reminisce. (I don't know if I spelt that right) Now that's another reason for having an online diary. Being able to know your views on your past experiences, good and bad. Trying to remember what it was like, when you (metaphorically speaking) fell down, and only one friend was there to pick you up. When you saw that person you liked and never had the guts to do anything. When your buddy cheered you up when you felt depressed. I guess it teaches you essential life lessons.
I guess it's time to put an end to that fear, since criticism is inevitable. Starting...
NOW!
... it doesn't matter anymore. Well I guess, not completely. A part of me needs to care. It's part of life, and it helps people improve themselves, if put in the right way.
You know, to tell you the truth, this is the first time I've ever expressed myself to the world to the point of content. Well I guess that's not too hard right? I've only had 2 posts, add this, 3.
*sigh* oh well.
That's all for now. Salams.
P/S : For those of you who do live under the same roof as myself, no offense, aight? Oh, and I'll never tell you where it is.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Blogger's Block?
Dear reader,
Lately, I've been wanting to update, but I just didn't have anything to say.
It was either that, or there was something, but I'm afraid to voice out MY views.
It was as if I had to say what others said, write what others wrote, conforming to society's standards. And then I thought, what the heck am I doing?
Just following other people? That's boring!
Now on the other hand, I don't have anything to say. Seriously. Unless you consider "sleep, eat, toilet, pray, sleep, eat, toilet, pray, sleep..." worth a read.
What I just want to get through to you is that although there's nothing new, there will be, and dammit it'll be good! And dammit it'll be different!
Phew! It was nice to get that off my chest.
That's all for now. Salams.
Lately, I've been wanting to update, but I just didn't have anything to say.
It was either that, or there was something, but I'm afraid to voice out MY views.
It was as if I had to say what others said, write what others wrote, conforming to society's standards. And then I thought, what the heck am I doing?
Just following other people? That's boring!
Now on the other hand, I don't have anything to say. Seriously. Unless you consider "sleep, eat, toilet, pray, sleep, eat, toilet, pray, sleep..." worth a read.
What I just want to get through to you is that although there's nothing new, there will be, and dammit it'll be good! And dammit it'll be different!
Phew! It was nice to get that off my chest.
That's all for now. Salams.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Intro
Dear reader,
Hi, and welcome to my blog.
Just an ordinary blog in the pile of millions.
Like a drop of water in the vast ocean blue.
Or a small dying star in the universe.
Or a pancake.
Yes, this blog is like a pancake. You stack'em up, pour the gravy on, stick your fork and knife and indulge, not thankful for the flour, eggs and other ingredients on every layer that gave their lives in order to make your delicious breakfast in the great battle against the frying pan menace. Or something like that, you get the picture.
This is just a first post to officialize it.
I'm not an avid blogger so don't expect any updates soon.
That's all for now. Salams.
Hi, and welcome to my blog.
Just an ordinary blog in the pile of millions.
Like a drop of water in the vast ocean blue.
Or a small dying star in the universe.
Or a pancake.
Yes, this blog is like a pancake. You stack'em up, pour the gravy on, stick your fork and knife and indulge, not thankful for the flour, eggs and other ingredients on every layer that gave their lives in order to make your delicious breakfast in the great battle against the frying pan menace. Or something like that, you get the picture.
This is just a first post to officialize it.
I'm not an avid blogger so don't expect any updates soon.
That's all for now. Salams.
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