Dear Reader,
First off,
Congratulations to all Ex-Form Three's this year who achieved good results.
And to the other batches of Ex-Form Three's of the past who achieved good results.
I thank God, I too received good results for my PMR. I'm truly grateful, I am, but...
PMR. 'Peperiksaan Menengah Rendah'. I fail to understand its true purpose for even existing.
Is it a filter? To know who is eligible to opt for Boarding Schools?
Is it a mental target? An academic goal that the Government has set, so you know what to aim for and at what level you currently are at?
Or is it just a test? To know whether we've been paying attention for the last three years? If it is, what's the point of paying attention? To prepare yourself for SPM? Why is it then that some students who got straight A's in PMR can flunk SPM, which is the very exam that will help you choose your career field?
In my opinion, from pondering and hearsay, the PMR exams do not prepare you much for the following two years. I heard that the transition between 'PMR candidate' to 'SPM student' is a sort of 'Culture Shock', because it's a whole new thing altogether. And the metaphorical 'gap' between the two is much larger compared to the "UPSR candidate to PMR student" gap. New syllabus, new subjects and it gets more in-depth compared to the shallow amount of information that we have been accustomed to receiving for pretty much the whole of our lives, particularly the Sciences. During the previous years of our lives, we have been learning basic information which merely scratch the surface of their respective fields ie. Physics, Chemistry, Biology.
The Government said recently that they will slowly change the Mathematics and Science subjects to be retaught in Malay over a number of years to 'cushion' the transition.
Then why can't they do the same for the PMR to SPM transition? Make there to be an actual bridge between the two.
You could make Form 4 slightly easier, and then toughen up Form 3's PMR.
It might work. It's just a suggestion. But whatever effective solution the Government comes up with, they should do it. The problem can't just be left like that. And yes, it is a problem.
Alhamdulillah. I praise God Almighty for granting me eight A's for my PMR. I pray that this small success will not lead me astray and cause me to slack off, making me feel as if I've just conquered the world. Amin!
Well then,
See you on the other side.
Peace. Love. Joy.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Movie Review - 2012 *SPOILERS*
Dear Reader,
The movie '2012' is basically about the Apocalypse.
This two and a half hour movie's foundation is about the prediction of an ancient civilization, the Mayans, about the end of the world. These people had predicted the end of Time to come on 21st December, 2012 (21/12/2012), according to their calendar which would end on that day.
Supporting this theory are major religions such as Islam and Christianity who also predict that the Judgement Day is drawing ever closer. Nostradamus, who, according to Wikipedia, was a "reputed seer (meaning 'Prophet')" had made predictions which support the theory of 2012. He had written "Les Propheties" (The Prophecies), a three-part collection.
OK, enough background, now to get to the movie.
NOTE : This is a very summarized synopsis and review.
It starts out like any other movie. A guy, a divorced couple raising family, hard times with family, yadda yadda yadda, then things get kinda interesting as he meets the paranoid psycho of the movie, who really believed in the End of Days to happen very soon, and whom was right the whole time.
Due to tectonic plate shifts, many huge cracks are appearing all over the US. Then a place in Yellowstone Park explodes on a Gi-Normous scale, and then followed by collapsing of the Earth's crust in on itself in some places. Panic and anarchy spreads worldwide.
To escape all the chaos, the main character, Jackson Curtis (played by John Cusack) along with his family get in a private airplane attempting to fly to China, because the world governments have built these massive vessels, to save mankind from the floods (caused by tectonic plate shifts) which are mainly the cause of all the panic and havoc.
By this time, all surviving people are at the location in China, for the rest of the world pretty much has been destroyed...
And then comes the stunning climax, when everyone gets into the big ships, and fight against the merciless tsunamis!
And then finally,
mankind...
SURVIVES?!?!
WHAT
THE
FUNK?!
Yeah! You got that right!
We survived. The End of the World. How stupid is that?
Mankind was supposed to become extinct! The entire Earth was supposed to collapse on itself! It was supposed to blow up or something!
See, there are two sides to the theory of the world ending on 2012 : the skeptics and the fanatics.
Sure, the world begins to end, which upsets the skeptics, who deny the theory that the world will end because some ancient people predicted it. But then, the world, and frustratingly, mankind, survive the apparently temporary apocalypse which happened, which then upsets the fanatics of the theory. And nothing at all about Planet Nibiru either!
Because of this, the movie loses in three ways. Not only does it upset skeptics and fanatics, but it also upsets the common movie-goer (like me) who just wanted to see how the real end of the world would look like. There isn't supposed to be hope for mankind to survive. It's supposed to be the END of the WORLD!
It didn't satisfy anyone!
This movie therefore,
serves no purpose!
The only good side of this movie was the awesome special effects that depicted DoomsDay with such graphicness. The huge underground explosion, the enormous tsunamis, the Earth's crust collapsing on itself, the people screaming and falling to their death, the decimating flames, the buildings and cars and even an underground train succumbing to the madness.
It also had good acting and believable characters, with a slight jist of comedy.
But even those were ruined because of the movie's ever disappointing ending. =.="
Though I have been ranting about 2012's bad ending, this movie whollistically is quite good, and is still worth a watch.
Regardless, this wonder turned blunder movie will have you rendered speechless in the end. Either fearful of the near future, or frustrated of the closure.
Summing Up:
Good Acting.
Smooth Storyline.
Great Special Effects.
Bad Ending.
Rating :
6.8 out of 10
Viewing Recommendation :
YES
Peace. Love. Joy.
The movie '2012' is basically about the Apocalypse.
This two and a half hour movie's foundation is about the prediction of an ancient civilization, the Mayans, about the end of the world. These people had predicted the end of Time to come on 21st December, 2012 (21/12/2012), according to their calendar which would end on that day.
Supporting this theory are major religions such as Islam and Christianity who also predict that the Judgement Day is drawing ever closer. Nostradamus, who, according to Wikipedia, was a "reputed seer (meaning 'Prophet')" had made predictions which support the theory of 2012. He had written "Les Propheties" (The Prophecies), a three-part collection.
OK, enough background, now to get to the movie.
NOTE : This is a very summarized synopsis and review.
It starts out like any other movie. A guy, a divorced couple raising family, hard times with family, yadda yadda yadda, then things get kinda interesting as he meets the paranoid psycho of the movie, who really believed in the End of Days to happen very soon, and whom was right the whole time.
Due to tectonic plate shifts, many huge cracks are appearing all over the US. Then a place in Yellowstone Park explodes on a Gi-Normous scale, and then followed by collapsing of the Earth's crust in on itself in some places. Panic and anarchy spreads worldwide.
To escape all the chaos, the main character, Jackson Curtis (played by John Cusack) along with his family get in a private airplane attempting to fly to China, because the world governments have built these massive vessels, to save mankind from the floods (caused by tectonic plate shifts) which are mainly the cause of all the panic and havoc.
By this time, all surviving people are at the location in China, for the rest of the world pretty much has been destroyed...
And then comes the stunning climax, when everyone gets into the big ships, and fight against the merciless tsunamis!
And then finally,
mankind...
SURVIVES?!?!
WHAT
THE
FUNK?!
Yeah! You got that right!
We survived. The End of the World. How stupid is that?
Mankind was supposed to become extinct! The entire Earth was supposed to collapse on itself! It was supposed to blow up or something!
See, there are two sides to the theory of the world ending on 2012 : the skeptics and the fanatics.
Sure, the world begins to end, which upsets the skeptics, who deny the theory that the world will end because some ancient people predicted it. But then, the world, and frustratingly, mankind, survive the apparently temporary apocalypse which happened, which then upsets the fanatics of the theory. And nothing at all about Planet Nibiru either!
Because of this, the movie loses in three ways. Not only does it upset skeptics and fanatics, but it also upsets the common movie-goer (like me) who just wanted to see how the real end of the world would look like. There isn't supposed to be hope for mankind to survive. It's supposed to be the END of the WORLD!
It didn't satisfy anyone!
This movie therefore,
serves no purpose!
The only good side of this movie was the awesome special effects that depicted DoomsDay with such graphicness. The huge underground explosion, the enormous tsunamis, the Earth's crust collapsing on itself, the people screaming and falling to their death, the decimating flames, the buildings and cars and even an underground train succumbing to the madness.
It also had good acting and believable characters, with a slight jist of comedy.
But even those were ruined because of the movie's ever disappointing ending. =.="
Though I have been ranting about 2012's bad ending, this movie whollistically is quite good, and is still worth a watch.
Regardless, this wonder turned blunder movie will have you rendered speechless in the end. Either fearful of the near future, or frustrated of the closure.
Summing Up:
Good Acting.
Smooth Storyline.
Great Special Effects.
Bad Ending.
Rating :
6.8 out of 10
Viewing Recommendation :
YES
Peace. Love. Joy.
Friday, November 13, 2009
The Problems of a DoucheBag
Dear Reader,
AAAGH!!!
I can't believe it's already been a month after PMR!
Time sure flies huh?
WRONG!
Time jets by at light speed! Seriously freaking fast!
I mean, now, one week passes by in what feels like a day...
[That Hadith sure has proved itself]
And now, I'm a mess! I have to give my attention to two main things... Well, it was my fault that I didn't give these things attention earlier.
The first one is that I haven't decided what course to take for my SPM.
I'm still not sure whether I should opt for the classic Science Stream, or choose one of the Literary Streams, or even if I should consider Sekolah Teknik! Though, both my parents have discouraged me from going there...
Sure, you might say,"Wait for the PMR results to come. Maybe your teacher can help you choose which stream later."
Well I got news for ya! 'A's in Maths and Science do not confirm me success in the Science Stream!
And then you'll probably say,"Yeah, that's true, but it helps."
No, not really actually. But one thing I know, I'm not good at Seni Visual, though I am interested to go for Tassawur. Eventhough I think my strengths lie at Mathematics and Science, I don't know if that will be sufficient to tackle the tough subjects.
Secondly, I have to plan out the rest of my holidays so it's not wasted away looking at paint dry. (Yes, I know that this is completely my fault. That's why I said that I knew it was my fault earlier!)
Originally, I had some idea of how to spend my holidays. They're kinda personal, but it includes two main things : *this important personal thing* and gaming. You might think that I've abandoned the whole important personal thing and just blurted all my time into gaming. That's what I thought at first. And that's how my holidays began. But now, I find my time to somehow just be used up.
Darn FaceBook and its stupid SocialInterview! And then there's also that darn FriendsExposed! Argh!
What you're thinking : "Tsk. Look at this DoucheBag. Just look at'em. He's complaining about not being able to play video games because he's too busy being online. Why doesn't he just get off the PC and start playing. And he says it all as if being online on the PC is hard labour or something, and then he blames FaceBook. What a Douche!".
Yes, I realise this, but mostly I think my time was used going out somewhere or just doing something else. You know that feeling? That somehow all your time just got used up doing one big thing or many small things? I just hate that, because you (usually) never know what difference all that you did had made, not to mention your time is used up.
And anyway, you can't deny that the PC is an addiction. Well, at least it is for me. There's FaceBook and Gmail and Blogger and Hotmail and Yahoo! and Youtube, not to mention Adobe After Effects that I play around with sometimes.
Not much gaming time = Not much gaming experienced.
I haven't finished three games! Count'em! THREE! LittleBig Planet, InFAMOUS and Burnout Paradise. And LittleBig Planet is supposed to be a relatively short game! I kinda feel sorry for'em. Just lying down in the drawer, not being able to spin, or be read by a laser... And all the other fun stuff a disc should do! It's just no fun when they're left idle.
*sigh*
Oh yeah, that reminds me, my brother's coming back from New Zealand on the 14th, Saturday night, for his annual 3-month break. I asked him to get me some chocolates. I wonder what he'll get me... I like being surprised. Well, you know, the good surprise, not like the "Sorry Luqman, I went to every store. Chocolates out of stock!" kind of surprise.
Anyway, you got better things to do other than reading about the rants of a DoucheBag who's only in distress because he had screwed himself up. Oh well =.=
Peace. Love. Joy.
AAAGH!!!
I can't believe it's already been a month after PMR!
Time sure flies huh?
WRONG!
Time jets by at light speed! Seriously freaking fast!
I mean, now, one week passes by in what feels like a day...
[That Hadith sure has proved itself]
And now, I'm a mess! I have to give my attention to two main things... Well, it was my fault that I didn't give these things attention earlier.
The first one is that I haven't decided what course to take for my SPM.
I'm still not sure whether I should opt for the classic Science Stream, or choose one of the Literary Streams, or even if I should consider Sekolah Teknik! Though, both my parents have discouraged me from going there...
Sure, you might say,"Wait for the PMR results to come. Maybe your teacher can help you choose which stream later."
Well I got news for ya! 'A's in Maths and Science do not confirm me success in the Science Stream!
And then you'll probably say,"Yeah, that's true, but it helps."
No, not really actually. But one thing I know, I'm not good at Seni Visual, though I am interested to go for Tassawur. Eventhough I think my strengths lie at Mathematics and Science, I don't know if that will be sufficient to tackle the tough subjects.
Secondly, I have to plan out the rest of my holidays so it's not wasted away looking at paint dry. (Yes, I know that this is completely my fault. That's why I said that I knew it was my fault earlier!)
Originally, I had some idea of how to spend my holidays. They're kinda personal, but it includes two main things : *this important personal thing* and gaming. You might think that I've abandoned the whole important personal thing and just blurted all my time into gaming. That's what I thought at first. And that's how my holidays began. But now, I find my time to somehow just be used up.
Darn FaceBook and its stupid SocialInterview! And then there's also that darn FriendsExposed! Argh!
What you're thinking : "Tsk. Look at this DoucheBag. Just look at'em. He's complaining about not being able to play video games because he's too busy being online. Why doesn't he just get off the PC and start playing. And he says it all as if being online on the PC is hard labour or something, and then he blames FaceBook. What a Douche!".
Yes, I realise this, but mostly I think my time was used going out somewhere or just doing something else. You know that feeling? That somehow all your time just got used up doing one big thing or many small things? I just hate that, because you (usually) never know what difference all that you did had made, not to mention your time is used up.
And anyway, you can't deny that the PC is an addiction. Well, at least it is for me. There's FaceBook and Gmail and Blogger and Hotmail and Yahoo! and Youtube, not to mention Adobe After Effects that I play around with sometimes.
Not much gaming time = Not much gaming experienced.
I haven't finished three games! Count'em! THREE! LittleBig Planet, InFAMOUS and Burnout Paradise. And LittleBig Planet is supposed to be a relatively short game! I kinda feel sorry for'em. Just lying down in the drawer, not being able to spin, or be read by a laser... And all the other fun stuff a disc should do! It's just no fun when they're left idle.
*sigh*
Oh yeah, that reminds me, my brother's coming back from New Zealand on the 14th, Saturday night, for his annual 3-month break. I asked him to get me some chocolates. I wonder what he'll get me... I like being surprised. Well, you know, the good surprise, not like the "Sorry Luqman, I went to every store. Chocolates out of stock!" kind of surprise.
Anyway, you got better things to do other than reading about the rants of a DoucheBag who's only in distress because he had screwed himself up. Oh well =.=
Peace. Love. Joy.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Ramadhan (Raw-Ma-Dhawn), Raya and Relief from Exams!
Dear Reader,
Ah...
It feels SO good to be back! After weeks of silence, I'm finally unwrapping the package of words in my mind.
Just getting the styrofoam out of the way...
Hmm... Let's see what we got here...
Oh yeah, it's about the fasting month.
This year's Ramadhan passed by pretty quick. Which is actually a bad thing. I mean, it was so fast compared to the Ramadhans of the past. Here's what we did daily:
Sahur (Eating before fasting),
Fast (Prohibition of eating, drinking and committing maksiat),
Iftar (The breaking of fast),
Tarawih [A recommended (not mandatory) prayer that Muslims only practice at night during the Holy Month],
And then sleep. (something we all do)
And then repeat. This process went on and on so fast that before I knew it, there was only one week left. Next thing you know, it's Raya already.
I'll miss Ramadhan. The high reward-rates for doing good deeds, reading the Qur'an on a regular basis, and essentially, becoming a better Muslim. Not to mention the Pasar Ramadhan (Ramadhan Bazaar) that sells all types of delicious food!
Every time this Holy Month comes, we are reminded to make the most of it, and every time it passes, we are reminded that we might not be able to live long enough to see the next one. I just hope I may be lucky enough to reach next year's.
But Ramadhan ending is not all bad...
" Selamat Hari Raya! "
" 'Eid Mubarak! "
" Salam Lebaran! "
Yep. Hari Raya. It's when those types of messages above flood our inboxes and we just can't reply to all of them without having our phone bill shoot through the roof.
Hari Raya is such a fun annual event. Meeting up with all your relatives, catching up on what's new, eating delicious traditional kuih-muih (desserts) and getting duit raya! It's just the atmosphere of happiness you can feel in the air, it makes you happy too. Everyone's smiling, joking and laughing. You know that feeling right?
Whether it's on Hari Raya, Christmas, Chinese New Year or Deepavali, if you join a large group of relatives gathered up to celebrate an event like this, you'll know what I'm talking about.
But this year's Raya wasn't all fun and games.
Oh yeah. Hasif, Shahnaz and me had to think about the coming PMR exam. While Hasif and me took that day off, Shahnaz actually brought her Agama Book!
In the last few days before the exam, it was quite calming to hear my father, who usually pressures me, say that it did not matter what I got. The important thing is, I tried my best. Hearing that from him was quite weird, but relieving nonetheless.
And getting through PMR itself was alright. But I'm sure we'll all agree that Science Paper 2 was the hardest paper ever! So much on Pollination!
But now...
Wooh!!!
Finally, end of PMR! I can soar! I can fly! I can...
Wait.
PMR is over? Wow. That was fast. Feels as if not too long ago I had my UPSR. And that was three years ago.
Hmph. Time sure flies by fast doesn't it? One moment you're having fun on the swings with your friends as a child in pre-school, next thing you know, you're stuck in a dead-end job with three kids and married to a spouse who only yells at you.
Ok, too much.
But seriously though, PMR is over? Dang.
Practically flashed before my eyes.
Now, as I have said on my FaceBook status on the 13th of October 2009 at 10:23 AM, :
"PMR is finally over, and I'm finally back online after weeks! I know it's not the end of the line, but I sure could use some R&R! Wooh!".
So as you can tell, I already know that I've gotta get ready for Form Four, and choose an SPM stream. But maybe not yet. I wanna rest first.
Oh well, 'til the next time!
Peace. Love. Joy.
Ah...
It feels SO good to be back! After weeks of silence, I'm finally unwrapping the package of words in my mind.
Just getting the styrofoam out of the way...
Hmm... Let's see what we got here...
Oh yeah, it's about the fasting month.
This year's Ramadhan passed by pretty quick. Which is actually a bad thing. I mean, it was so fast compared to the Ramadhans of the past. Here's what we did daily:
Sahur (Eating before fasting),
Fast (Prohibition of eating, drinking and committing maksiat),
Iftar (The breaking of fast),
Tarawih [A recommended (not mandatory) prayer that Muslims only practice at night during the Holy Month],
And then sleep. (something we all do)
And then repeat. This process went on and on so fast that before I knew it, there was only one week left. Next thing you know, it's Raya already.
I'll miss Ramadhan. The high reward-rates for doing good deeds, reading the Qur'an on a regular basis, and essentially, becoming a better Muslim. Not to mention the Pasar Ramadhan (Ramadhan Bazaar) that sells all types of delicious food!
Every time this Holy Month comes, we are reminded to make the most of it, and every time it passes, we are reminded that we might not be able to live long enough to see the next one. I just hope I may be lucky enough to reach next year's.
But Ramadhan ending is not all bad...
" Selamat Hari Raya! "
" 'Eid Mubarak! "
" Salam Lebaran! "
Yep. Hari Raya. It's when those types of messages above flood our inboxes and we just can't reply to all of them without having our phone bill shoot through the roof.
Hari Raya is such a fun annual event. Meeting up with all your relatives, catching up on what's new, eating delicious traditional kuih-muih (desserts) and getting duit raya! It's just the atmosphere of happiness you can feel in the air, it makes you happy too. Everyone's smiling, joking and laughing. You know that feeling right?
Whether it's on Hari Raya, Christmas, Chinese New Year or Deepavali, if you join a large group of relatives gathered up to celebrate an event like this, you'll know what I'm talking about.
But this year's Raya wasn't all fun and games.
Oh yeah. Hasif, Shahnaz and me had to think about the coming PMR exam. While Hasif and me took that day off, Shahnaz actually brought her Agama Book!
In the last few days before the exam, it was quite calming to hear my father, who usually pressures me, say that it did not matter what I got. The important thing is, I tried my best. Hearing that from him was quite weird, but relieving nonetheless.
And getting through PMR itself was alright. But I'm sure we'll all agree that Science Paper 2 was the hardest paper ever! So much on Pollination!
But now...
Wooh!!!
Finally, end of PMR! I can soar! I can fly! I can...
Wait.
PMR is over? Wow. That was fast. Feels as if not too long ago I had my UPSR. And that was three years ago.
Hmph. Time sure flies by fast doesn't it? One moment you're having fun on the swings with your friends as a child in pre-school, next thing you know, you're stuck in a dead-end job with three kids and married to a spouse who only yells at you.
Ok, too much.
But seriously though, PMR is over? Dang.
Practically flashed before my eyes.
Now, as I have said on my FaceBook status on the 13th of October 2009 at 10:23 AM, :
"PMR is finally over, and I'm finally back online after weeks! I know it's not the end of the line, but I sure could use some R&R! Wooh!".
So as you can tell, I already know that I've gotta get ready for Form Four, and choose an SPM stream. But maybe not yet. I wanna rest first.
Oh well, 'til the next time!
Peace. Love. Joy.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Random Awkwardness, Awkward Randomness III
Dear Reader,
When I was younger, I wanted to invent a musical instrument and name it 'Fool'. That way, you could say that you were 'playing the fool' with dignity.
I think I've been using the computer too much. One time, my sister's whiteboard fell forward and hit my maid in the head. Really hard. In my head I was like "Oh crud! Ctrl+Z!". And then nothing happened. Then I realised, life isn't a computer program. (Ctrl+Z = Undo)
You know in CSI, there's always that one guy that finds the dead body somewhere? I have this weird paranoia that one day, I will be that person.
Sometimes I slap myself when I go crazy to get me back to sanity. I'm sure you've seen that before.
Peace. Love. Joy.
When I was younger, I wanted to invent a musical instrument and name it 'Fool'. That way, you could say that you were 'playing the fool' with dignity.
I think I've been using the computer too much. One time, my sister's whiteboard fell forward and hit my maid in the head. Really hard. In my head I was like "Oh crud! Ctrl+Z!". And then nothing happened. Then I realised, life isn't a computer program. (Ctrl+Z = Undo)
You know in CSI, there's always that one guy that finds the dead body somewhere? I have this weird paranoia that one day, I will be that person.
Sometimes I slap myself when I go crazy to get me back to sanity. I'm sure you've seen that before.
Peace. Love. Joy.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
1 Set of Trials Done, 1 More to Go, And then The Real Shabang!
Dear Reader,
*sighs of relief*
I'm just so glad I'm done with the first set of PMR trials. Phew!
Time for a little break...
As you could have already guessed, I've been busy with them, so that's why no new post had been born in awhile.
Well then, this one's already out, crying and covered in blood, so let's cut the umbilical cord!
"Mind : Dude, seriously?
Other Part of Mind : Yes. Seriously."
OK, so what's been shaking lately? Well, for one, I've been composing a story. Yes, that's right. A story. It's about this boy named Jackie that makes friends with a snail named Charlie. After a series of events, the two find themselves in the middle 0f a battle between the Mushroom Man and the evil Panda, Pandora.
If you've heard me tell you the first or second version of the story, well then yeah, the original story has been drastically changed. It might even go through another process of modifications as I brainstorm or get inspiration.
Oh, I've also been playing around with Adobe After Effects. Here, check this out:
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I'm burning up Chakra. In my kain pelekat. Haha lol.
My sister's 23rd Birthday passed by recently. I didn't get her a proper card or a present since I was busy with my trials. Instead, I got her a piece of stapled scrap-paper as a card, saying 'Happy Birthday". Lol. Man, was she 'surprised' and obviously disappointed...
Sorry Kak Lubna. Maybe this weekend?
Well, 'til the next time.
Peace. Love. Joy.
*sighs of relief*
I'm just so glad I'm done with the first set of PMR trials. Phew!
Time for a little break...
As you could have already guessed, I've been busy with them, so that's why no new post had been born in awhile.
Well then, this one's already out, crying and covered in blood, so let's cut the umbilical cord!
"Mind : Dude, seriously?
Other Part of Mind : Yes. Seriously."
OK, so what's been shaking lately? Well, for one, I've been composing a story. Yes, that's right. A story. It's about this boy named Jackie that makes friends with a snail named Charlie. After a series of events, the two find themselves in the middle 0f a battle between the Mushroom Man and the evil Panda, Pandora.
If you've heard me tell you the first or second version of the story, well then yeah, the original story has been drastically changed. It might even go through another process of modifications as I brainstorm or get inspiration.
Oh, I've also been playing around with Adobe After Effects. Here, check this out:
.gif)
I'm burning up Chakra. In my kain pelekat. Haha lol.
My sister's 23rd Birthday passed by recently. I didn't get her a proper card or a present since I was busy with my trials. Instead, I got her a piece of stapled scrap-paper as a card, saying 'Happy Birthday". Lol. Man, was she 'surprised' and obviously disappointed...
Sorry Kak Lubna. Maybe this weekend?
Well, 'til the next time.
Peace. Love. Joy.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
The Greatest Gift A Guy Could Get
Dear Reader,
"Happy Birthday Luqman!"
Yeah. I've been hearing that a lot. In case you didn't know, my birthday passed by recently, on the 18th of July.
Got a lot of wishes. And a lot of gifts. ;)
Woo! Finally 15 baby! In your face!
Unlike last year, I didn't have a birthday party. Now I'm not complaining or anything, I'm just saying. Since it was on a Saturday, many wished me the day before. Even Tuck Chee got me a scale model ship on Friday.
Neat huh?
Hmm... I never watched Pirates of the Carribean 3...
Anyway, the next day, I went to tuition in the morning like normal until 2:30 PM. On the way home, I knew there was no party waiting at home for me. My sister was sick at her campus while having her exams. It was impossible! I kept telling that to myself, but some part of me was so hoping I was wrong.
I entered my home, and as anticipated, an empty living room had greeted me. The old sofas surrounding the coffee table were vacant, and nobody threw balloons at me.
*sigh*
Look, I'm not complaining OK? It's just that it's hard to go back to eating potato chips when you've been served a sizzling steak.
Which, oddly enough, was what I had for dinner.
My father brought the us to Victoria Station, this restaurant with a cowboy-Texas-he-who-tames-the-iron-horse kinda theme. We've went there before, but the last time we did, it was many years ago.
After dinner, my father presented his gift to me. Dang, it was awesome. Let's just say I was excited over it.
On the 24th, I celebrated my birthday (and other guys' birthdays) at Melanie's place. That celebration was a hoot.
You know, apart from all the gifts, celebrations and wishes, there is a grander present that I'm most thankful for. In fact, I have too much to be thankful for, that I really think I don't deserve.
You know what the gift is?
This life.
I am not retarded. I'm not blind, deaf or mute. I have all 5 senses.
I am not psycho, though I tend to act like one.
I am healthy. No diabetes, high blood pressure, swine flu, etc.
I have a good family. No divorces or elopes.
I have a comfortable home. I even have a room to myself when my brother is away.
I am middle-class. Not too rich to blind me, but not too poor to suffer.
I have decent grades in school.
I am surrounded by family and friends. I can easily get their help and support.
My country is peaceful and not at war.
I can get food easily.
I can get water easily.
I can get education easily.
I have shelter.
I am not handsome, but not ugly.
I am not a good person, but I am not bad. (shamone! Lol.)
I have no major problems.
I am not sad.
I am happy.
And I am content.
And greatly thankful.
Alhamdulillah! All Praise be to God! I have so much to be thankful for. And yet, I suck at using my advantages. If I were to switch places with another boy, my age, who lives in poverty and has a broken family, he would work hard like heck and be nicer to others. He would be more disciplined and obedient. He would be more caring, and maybe, just maybe, be more awesome (though highly unlikely. Lol.)
I have a very good life. And to me, that is the greatest gift a guy could get. For all of my shortcomings, I deeply and sincerely apologise.
I do not intend to show off. I am just saying that I have a lot to be thankful for.
What about you?
Peace. Love. Joy.
P/S : To all Muslims, please don't think of me as being a worldly person. I said that this life is a gift, meaning I got it without doing anything. Whereas success in the afterlife is a Reward, something you have to earn. Peace be upon you.
"Happy Birthday Luqman!"
Yeah. I've been hearing that a lot. In case you didn't know, my birthday passed by recently, on the 18th of July.
Got a lot of wishes. And a lot of gifts. ;)
Woo! Finally 15 baby! In your face!
Unlike last year, I didn't have a birthday party. Now I'm not complaining or anything, I'm just saying. Since it was on a Saturday, many wished me the day before. Even Tuck Chee got me a scale model ship on Friday.
Neat huh?
Hmm... I never watched Pirates of the Carribean 3...
Anyway, the next day, I went to tuition in the morning like normal until 2:30 PM. On the way home, I knew there was no party waiting at home for me. My sister was sick at her campus while having her exams. It was impossible! I kept telling that to myself, but some part of me was so hoping I was wrong.
I entered my home, and as anticipated, an empty living room had greeted me. The old sofas surrounding the coffee table were vacant, and nobody threw balloons at me.
*sigh*
Look, I'm not complaining OK? It's just that it's hard to go back to eating potato chips when you've been served a sizzling steak.
Which, oddly enough, was what I had for dinner.
My father brought the us to Victoria Station, this restaurant with a cowboy-Texas-he-who-tames-the-iron-horse kinda theme. We've went there before, but the last time we did, it was many years ago.
After dinner, my father presented his gift to me. Dang, it was awesome. Let's just say I was excited over it.
On the 24th, I celebrated my birthday (and other guys' birthdays) at Melanie's place. That celebration was a hoot.
You know, apart from all the gifts, celebrations and wishes, there is a grander present that I'm most thankful for. In fact, I have too much to be thankful for, that I really think I don't deserve.
You know what the gift is?
This life.
I am not retarded. I'm not blind, deaf or mute. I have all 5 senses.
I am not psycho, though I tend to act like one.
I am healthy. No diabetes, high blood pressure, swine flu, etc.
I have a good family. No divorces or elopes.
I have a comfortable home. I even have a room to myself when my brother is away.
I am middle-class. Not too rich to blind me, but not too poor to suffer.
I have decent grades in school.
I am surrounded by family and friends. I can easily get their help and support.
My country is peaceful and not at war.
I can get food easily.
I can get water easily.
I can get education easily.
I have shelter.
I am not handsome, but not ugly.
I am not a good person, but I am not bad. (shamone! Lol.)
I have no major problems.
I am not sad.
I am happy.
And I am content.
And greatly thankful.
Alhamdulillah! All Praise be to God! I have so much to be thankful for. And yet, I suck at using my advantages. If I were to switch places with another boy, my age, who lives in poverty and has a broken family, he would work hard like heck and be nicer to others. He would be more disciplined and obedient. He would be more caring, and maybe, just maybe, be more awesome (though highly unlikely. Lol.)
I have a very good life. And to me, that is the greatest gift a guy could get. For all of my shortcomings, I deeply and sincerely apologise.
I do not intend to show off. I am just saying that I have a lot to be thankful for.
What about you?
Peace. Love. Joy.
P/S : To all Muslims, please don't think of me as being a worldly person. I said that this life is a gift, meaning I got it without doing anything. Whereas success in the afterlife is a Reward, something you have to earn. Peace be upon you.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
From QWERTY to CVBNM
Dear Reader,
Boy, do I have a lot to say. I don't even know where to start.
Firstly, I'd like to apologise to all for not composing an article in a really long time. Secondly, I was kinda shocked to see my brainwashed minions grow from 2 to 6, which, for a small-time blogger like me, is quite a big leap. Moving on...
Let's start with something recent, but not too recent.
Michael Jackson. Anybody know he's dead? If you didn't, I'll slap you in the face for living under a rock. It's been all over the news. They keep playing his songs on the radio. And to top it off, roughly 30 million viewers were watching his memorial.
Some people even complained that the media was paying too much attention to the King of Pop's sudden death. What's my opinion?
I don't know. On one hand, you have a superstar pop-icon who revolutionised the pop genre with his singing and dancing, not to mention composing an album that ultimately sold 100 million copies worldwide.
On the other hand, you have a man who passed away.
Online, if you watch YouTube videos of him, you'll most likely see comments like:
"RIP Michael Jackson" or
"We love you king of pop" or
"Michael Jackson was awesome!".
Now some people would say that these people are hypocrites, in the sense that they would make references to his child molestation cases, call him a paedophile, or call him a plastic man, all when he was alive. But after his death, they say stuff like the comments above.
I don't agree with that. You know why? Because these people might be like me.
I was a fan of Michael Jackson's songs ever since I was small. Ever since I saw the video tape Moonwalker, "Smooth Criminal" has been my all-time favourite. My father was the one who introduced my siblings and I to his music through that very tape. But sadly, over the years, I've been in "fan hibernation", if you will. I occasionally listened to his music (usually thorugh my sister who is a big fan of his, and was devastated when he passed away), and didn't even know about his planned "This Is It" comeback concert in London.
But when he died...
I was shocked. Seriously.
So those people who give comments like the one above, might have been in fan hibernation.
Anyway, let me just say that my music taste spans a whole lot. I can listen to Westlife and Sum 41, a piece by Mozart and Michael Jackson, Taylor Swift and Guns N' Roses, Miley Cyrus and Gorrilaz, Michael Buble and Linkin Park (Shut up Tuck Chee). So if you're listening to a song right now, chances are, I won't ask you to change it.
PMR. Yup, it's coming alright. Day-by-day, the anxiety grows stronger. Like a venom that has just been inserted into your body by a poisonous serpent. It slowly devours you, body, spirit, mind and soul. You try to fight, but the more you move, the more it hurts. You're experiencing nausea, you're seeing double, you're getting tired. On your knees, you throw up on the ground, and fall backwards on the other side. You see your life flashing before your eyes, trying to prepare for your inevitable doom, when suddenly...
"Luqman! Bangun! Sembahyang Subuh and get ready for school!"
Wait, what?
Look, I never had that dream OK? I'm just nervous. Because PMR decides your SPM, because you can only take a stream you're good at. And SPM usually decides the rest of your life. Yes, I know that you can succeed greatly in life without being school-smart. In fact, many people do. But I've accustomed myself to the classroom. I'm incapable of going beyond my comfort zone, which, is a characteristic I really dislike.
Speaking about education, can you believe the Government now wants to convert Science and Mathematics back in BM? What the heck man?!
I mean sure, you want many of those living in the 'kawasan pedalaman' to pass in SPM, but what about the rest of Malaysia? What about the rest of Malaysia's next generation that will go on to college and try to get jobs which require people to know Maths and Science in English? Don't tell me they'll have to learn it in English over there. College is tough enough, but learning your subjects in a language you haven't mastered yet? That's lethal! I should know, since my mother once studied Medicine in Deutsch.
Why don't you train them with Mathematics and Science in English during their school years so they know what they're talking about?!
And sure, you might say that they've already learned English as a separate subject, and that English has already become a compulsory pass for SPM, but they need training in English for the two subjects. There are loads of Mathematical and Scientific stuff on television taught in English which they can broaden their scope of both subjects. From shows like Backyard Science, The New Inventors, Maths Mansion to shows like The Universe and friggin Mythbusters! You'd need to understand and tame English and integrate it into Mathematics and Science subconsciously, so that it's not a problem later.
Aiyo, Malaysian Government ni...
Anyway, whether you agree with me or not, I'd like to hear from you, the humble reader, for your opinion.
Thank you.
Peace. Love. Joy.
Boy, do I have a lot to say. I don't even know where to start.
Firstly, I'd like to apologise to all for not composing an article in a really long time. Secondly, I was kinda shocked to see my brainwashed minions grow from 2 to 6, which, for a small-time blogger like me, is quite a big leap. Moving on...
Let's start with something recent, but not too recent.
Michael Jackson. Anybody know he's dead? If you didn't, I'll slap you in the face for living under a rock. It's been all over the news. They keep playing his songs on the radio. And to top it off, roughly 30 million viewers were watching his memorial.
Some people even complained that the media was paying too much attention to the King of Pop's sudden death. What's my opinion?
I don't know. On one hand, you have a superstar pop-icon who revolutionised the pop genre with his singing and dancing, not to mention composing an album that ultimately sold 100 million copies worldwide.
On the other hand, you have a man who passed away.
Online, if you watch YouTube videos of him, you'll most likely see comments like:
"RIP Michael Jackson" or
"We love you king of pop" or
"Michael Jackson was awesome!".
Now some people would say that these people are hypocrites, in the sense that they would make references to his child molestation cases, call him a paedophile, or call him a plastic man, all when he was alive. But after his death, they say stuff like the comments above.
I don't agree with that. You know why? Because these people might be like me.
I was a fan of Michael Jackson's songs ever since I was small. Ever since I saw the video tape Moonwalker, "Smooth Criminal" has been my all-time favourite. My father was the one who introduced my siblings and I to his music through that very tape. But sadly, over the years, I've been in "fan hibernation", if you will. I occasionally listened to his music (usually thorugh my sister who is a big fan of his, and was devastated when he passed away), and didn't even know about his planned "This Is It" comeback concert in London.
But when he died...
I was shocked. Seriously.
So those people who give comments like the one above, might have been in fan hibernation.
Anyway, let me just say that my music taste spans a whole lot. I can listen to Westlife and Sum 41, a piece by Mozart and Michael Jackson, Taylor Swift and Guns N' Roses, Miley Cyrus and Gorrilaz, Michael Buble and Linkin Park (Shut up Tuck Chee). So if you're listening to a song right now, chances are, I won't ask you to change it.
PMR. Yup, it's coming alright. Day-by-day, the anxiety grows stronger. Like a venom that has just been inserted into your body by a poisonous serpent. It slowly devours you, body, spirit, mind and soul. You try to fight, but the more you move, the more it hurts. You're experiencing nausea, you're seeing double, you're getting tired. On your knees, you throw up on the ground, and fall backwards on the other side. You see your life flashing before your eyes, trying to prepare for your inevitable doom, when suddenly...
"Luqman! Bangun! Sembahyang Subuh and get ready for school!"
Wait, what?
Look, I never had that dream OK? I'm just nervous. Because PMR decides your SPM, because you can only take a stream you're good at. And SPM usually decides the rest of your life. Yes, I know that you can succeed greatly in life without being school-smart. In fact, many people do. But I've accustomed myself to the classroom. I'm incapable of going beyond my comfort zone, which, is a characteristic I really dislike.
Speaking about education, can you believe the Government now wants to convert Science and Mathematics back in BM? What the heck man?!
I mean sure, you want many of those living in the 'kawasan pedalaman' to pass in SPM, but what about the rest of Malaysia? What about the rest of Malaysia's next generation that will go on to college and try to get jobs which require people to know Maths and Science in English? Don't tell me they'll have to learn it in English over there. College is tough enough, but learning your subjects in a language you haven't mastered yet? That's lethal! I should know, since my mother once studied Medicine in Deutsch.
Why don't you train them with Mathematics and Science in English during their school years so they know what they're talking about?!
And sure, you might say that they've already learned English as a separate subject, and that English has already become a compulsory pass for SPM, but they need training in English for the two subjects. There are loads of Mathematical and Scientific stuff on television taught in English which they can broaden their scope of both subjects. From shows like Backyard Science, The New Inventors, Maths Mansion to shows like The Universe and friggin Mythbusters! You'd need to understand and tame English and integrate it into Mathematics and Science subconsciously, so that it's not a problem later.
Aiyo, Malaysian Government ni...
Anyway, whether you agree with me or not, I'd like to hear from you, the humble reader, for your opinion.
Thank you.
Peace. Love. Joy.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
A & B - Knock-Knock Jokes
Dear Reader,
A and B on :
Knock-Knock Jokes
A : Knock-knock jokes? C'mon, don't we have anything interesting to talk about? Knock-knock jokes are lame!
B : Knock-knock jokes aren't lame.
A : What are you talking about? They're not funny. They're actually annoying and stupid. A complete and utter disgrace to the term 'humour'. It shouldn't even be categorised under 'humour'. It should be under 'hobbies', because of all the people who's hobby is to annoy people with a knock-knock joke. In fact, it's not a joke! It's a curse to all mankind!
(silence)
B : Are you done?
(short silence)
A : Yes... Yes I am.
B : Ok. First of all, knock-knock jokes aren't lame. They're just misunderstood.
A : Oh... Right... 'Misunderstood'... So now what? They're a troubled cult of freaks destined to take revenge on all the other jokes that ever picked on them?
B : Will you be quiet? I'm trying to talk here.
A : It's not like you gave much effort last time.
B : Hey! That wasn't my fault! It was the end of the blog post! Now just shut up.
A : Fine.
B : Anyway, like I was saying. They're misunderstood. Contrary to popular belief, these jokes are actually better than the other types.
A : What?!
B : Yes! Knock-knock jokes are never offensive. They don't speak openly of religion, sex, politics and races like the others do. Have you ever heard a knock-knock joke that was like that?
A : ...
B : For instance, Yo Mama jokes. They openly humiliate mothers'. Sex jokes. These are usually obscene and destroys people's integrity. Political jokes. They keep bringing up mistakes that politicians make or the prejudice that all politicians are corrupt. Blonde jokes. They mock people with blonde hair, trying to make them synonym with stupidity and keep the stereotype alive. Religious jokes. Very offensive to the followers of that religion. Lawyer jokes. The prejudice that all lawyers are blood-sucking parasites and will go to hell is stuffed down our throats. Racial and national jokes. Yet again, they fuel discrimination between different peoples.
A : Uh...
B : You might not have noticed all this, but jokes are actually subconsciously controlling your way of thought, just like the media. Actually, they're produced by people who have been infected by the media, and when they decide to make a joke about it, it spreads the pandemic. Some of them keep on pressing on stereotypes and prejudices, some make rated R jokes and infect innocent young minds, and some make jokes that are just down-right hurtful.
A : But...
B : Except, for one type. One measly type. One little, small type of joke that has been condescended and spitted at, mocked and discriminated, pushed around and looked down upon, and are near extinction. The knock-knock joke.
A : But knock-knock jokes aren't funny!
(long silence)
B : I never said knock-knock jokes were funny. I just said they weren't lame, because they are actually the best kind of joke you can tell anybody. Completely safe.
A : But if it's not funny, it's not a joke.
B : But if it hurts other people's feelings, it's not funny. And besides, knock-knock jokes are occasionally amusing.
A : Hmm...
B : Yeah, just think about it.
Peace. Love. Joy.
A and B on :
Knock-Knock Jokes
A : Knock-knock jokes? C'mon, don't we have anything interesting to talk about? Knock-knock jokes are lame!
B : Knock-knock jokes aren't lame.
A : What are you talking about? They're not funny. They're actually annoying and stupid. A complete and utter disgrace to the term 'humour'. It shouldn't even be categorised under 'humour'. It should be under 'hobbies', because of all the people who's hobby is to annoy people with a knock-knock joke. In fact, it's not a joke! It's a curse to all mankind!
(silence)
B : Are you done?
(short silence)
A : Yes... Yes I am.
B : Ok. First of all, knock-knock jokes aren't lame. They're just misunderstood.
A : Oh... Right... 'Misunderstood'... So now what? They're a troubled cult of freaks destined to take revenge on all the other jokes that ever picked on them?
B : Will you be quiet? I'm trying to talk here.
A : It's not like you gave much effort last time.
B : Hey! That wasn't my fault! It was the end of the blog post! Now just shut up.
A : Fine.
B : Anyway, like I was saying. They're misunderstood. Contrary to popular belief, these jokes are actually better than the other types.
A : What?!
B : Yes! Knock-knock jokes are never offensive. They don't speak openly of religion, sex, politics and races like the others do. Have you ever heard a knock-knock joke that was like that?
A : ...
B : For instance, Yo Mama jokes. They openly humiliate mothers'. Sex jokes. These are usually obscene and destroys people's integrity. Political jokes. They keep bringing up mistakes that politicians make or the prejudice that all politicians are corrupt. Blonde jokes. They mock people with blonde hair, trying to make them synonym with stupidity and keep the stereotype alive. Religious jokes. Very offensive to the followers of that religion. Lawyer jokes. The prejudice that all lawyers are blood-sucking parasites and will go to hell is stuffed down our throats. Racial and national jokes. Yet again, they fuel discrimination between different peoples.
A : Uh...
B : You might not have noticed all this, but jokes are actually subconsciously controlling your way of thought, just like the media. Actually, they're produced by people who have been infected by the media, and when they decide to make a joke about it, it spreads the pandemic. Some of them keep on pressing on stereotypes and prejudices, some make rated R jokes and infect innocent young minds, and some make jokes that are just down-right hurtful.
A : But...
B : Except, for one type. One measly type. One little, small type of joke that has been condescended and spitted at, mocked and discriminated, pushed around and looked down upon, and are near extinction. The knock-knock joke.
A : But knock-knock jokes aren't funny!
(long silence)
B : I never said knock-knock jokes were funny. I just said they weren't lame, because they are actually the best kind of joke you can tell anybody. Completely safe.
A : But if it's not funny, it's not a joke.
B : But if it hurts other people's feelings, it's not funny. And besides, knock-knock jokes are occasionally amusing.
A : Hmm...
B : Yeah, just think about it.
Peace. Love. Joy.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Young Love
Dear Reader,
Isn't it wonderful to love your special one when you're young and youthful?
There are so many types of young love.
Some love is mathematical...
(3 boxes of 13w cost more than RM3.50)
Some love is scientific...
Some love is advertised...
And some love doesn't need to be advertised, because they're quite obvious...
Whatever your type of love may be, be sure to enjoy it.
P/S :
This next photo doesn't have anything to do about love, but I'd like to dedicate it to someone.
Ha ha ha ha ha... Paham-paham la.
LOL XD
Peace. Love. Joy.
Isn't it wonderful to love your special one when you're young and youthful?
There are so many types of young love.
Some love is mathematical...
(3 boxes of 13w cost more than RM3.50)
Some love is scientific...
Some love is advertised...
And some love doesn't need to be advertised, because they're quite obvious...
Whatever your type of love may be, be sure to enjoy it.
P/S :
This next photo doesn't have anything to do about love, but I'd like to dedicate it to someone.
Ha ha ha ha ha... Paham-paham la.
LOL XD
Peace. Love. Joy.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
For Mother's Day
Dear Reader,
To my mother who had suffered nine months of pregnancy,
To my mother who had suffered nearly 48 hours of labour,
To my mother who had to wake up in the middle of the night to feed me or burp me or change my dyper,
To my mother who had clothed me, bathed me, fed me and cared for me,
To my mother who always has to clean up after me,
To my mother who comforts me when I'm down,
To my mother who always supported me,
To my mother...
On Mother's Day :
I
================================
L
U
V
================================
U
I-LUV-U !!!
For all the things you have done,
Thank you, Ummi.
And HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! May you enjoy this special day just for you.
=)
Peace. Love. Joy.
To my mother who had suffered nine months of pregnancy,
To my mother who had suffered nearly 48 hours of labour,
To my mother who had to wake up in the middle of the night to feed me or burp me or change my dyper,
To my mother who had clothed me, bathed me, fed me and cared for me,
To my mother who always has to clean up after me,
To my mother who comforts me when I'm down,
To my mother who always supported me,
To my mother...
On Mother's Day :
I
================================
L
U
V
================================
U
I-LUV-U !!!
For all the things you have done,
Thank you, Ummi.
And HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! May you enjoy this special day just for you.
=)
Peace. Love. Joy.
Friday, May 8, 2009
A & B - Debating
Dear Reader,
A and B on :
Debating
A : Debating. How do people debate? Or how does debating work?
B : You should start with "what is debating" and explain the definition of 'debating'.
A : Shut up you, this my segment. You'll get yours later.
B : Just 'cause it's your segment doesn't mean I can't constructively criticize.
A : Yes it does! You can do that afterwards. This is my time to shine. Now just stay quiet.
B : *touchy*.
A : Silence! Ok, where was I? Oh right. How do you debate? Well, let me give you an analogy. There's an invention competition. There's a theme in what you and your opponent should invent. You both make two decent inventions. Your opponent flaunts his newly completed machine with such arrogance and overconfidence. Now this your job. First, blindfold your opponent.
B : What?!
A : Shut up! I know what I'm talking about. Then, deconstruct his invention.
B : Wouldn't that be against the rules?
A : I said be quiet!
B : Alright fine. I'm just curious to see where this is going.
A : You'll see. Next, completely obliterate the main central core of the machine with your invention. After that, mockingly 'attempt' to put the pieces back together, which would be useless since it has no core. And finally, take the blindfold off your opponent, and let him 'admire' his newly 'modified' invention, or hunk of junk. Oh, and savour his face when he sees it. Ooh... Just feel the satisfaction! And that, everybody, is how you debate!
B : What?! What the heck?! Since when does vandalising your opponent's invention in an invention competition, which should clearly be against the rules, have anything to do with debating?!
A : The competition is the debate.
B : Huh?
A : The competition is the debate. The theme of the competition is the the topic of the debate. The inventions are the points. What one does to win a debate is deconstruct his or her opponents point, destroy its entire base with his or her own point, and let the opponent, in a way, fall into the vicious black hole of shame which used to be his point.
(silence)
B : Oh... I see. Wait, what's the deal with the blindfold?
A : Two reasons for the blindfold. Firstly, you must strike the opponent precisely when he doesn't see it coming. You must discreetly veil his eyes from sensing the coming disaster. Make him feel safe, and he'll present his point confidently. Secondly, you must do it in such a way that at the time, he does not have a rebuttal, or in the form of the analogy, he does not know how you deconstructed his invention, and so, cannot fix it at the time. He might know how to do so later, but it would have already been too late. What's the point of knowing later when you should know it now? The essence of the blindfold is too disorientate the person so he might panic and not be able to counter-attack.
B : Oh... Hm. What about savouring the face?
A : That's just being a little evil. You should practice being devious once in a while.
B : Haha, right... Very interesting method of laying out your presentation.
A : And you thought I didn't know what I was talking about. In your face! Beat that.
B : I would, but I can't.
A : What do you mean you can't?
B : I mean "I can't" because I really am not capable.
A : Why in blazes would you not be capable of presenting your opinion on the topic?!
B : You want to know why?
A : Yes! I want to know why! Why else would I ask?
B : You really want to know why?
A : Yes! Oblige me with your so-called reason!
B : Are you sure?
A : Nope! Totally not! I'm just yelling here like a madman for fun! La la la la la! Don't mind me, I'm just a madman!
B : Alright, fine, I'll tell you. Just stop being sarcastic.
A : What is it then?
B : It's the end of the blog post.
;)
Peace. Love. Joy.
A and B on :
Debating
A : Debating. How do people debate? Or how does debating work?
B : You should start with "what is debating" and explain the definition of 'debating'.
A : Shut up you, this my segment. You'll get yours later.
B : Just 'cause it's your segment doesn't mean I can't constructively criticize.
A : Yes it does! You can do that afterwards. This is my time to shine. Now just stay quiet.
B : *touchy*.
A : Silence! Ok, where was I? Oh right. How do you debate? Well, let me give you an analogy. There's an invention competition. There's a theme in what you and your opponent should invent. You both make two decent inventions. Your opponent flaunts his newly completed machine with such arrogance and overconfidence. Now this your job. First, blindfold your opponent.
B : What?!
A : Shut up! I know what I'm talking about. Then, deconstruct his invention.
B : Wouldn't that be against the rules?
A : I said be quiet!
B : Alright fine. I'm just curious to see where this is going.
A : You'll see. Next, completely obliterate the main central core of the machine with your invention. After that, mockingly 'attempt' to put the pieces back together, which would be useless since it has no core. And finally, take the blindfold off your opponent, and let him 'admire' his newly 'modified' invention, or hunk of junk. Oh, and savour his face when he sees it. Ooh... Just feel the satisfaction! And that, everybody, is how you debate!
B : What?! What the heck?! Since when does vandalising your opponent's invention in an invention competition, which should clearly be against the rules, have anything to do with debating?!
A : The competition is the debate.
B : Huh?
A : The competition is the debate. The theme of the competition is the the topic of the debate. The inventions are the points. What one does to win a debate is deconstruct his or her opponents point, destroy its entire base with his or her own point, and let the opponent, in a way, fall into the vicious black hole of shame which used to be his point.
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B : Oh... I see. Wait, what's the deal with the blindfold?
A : Two reasons for the blindfold. Firstly, you must strike the opponent precisely when he doesn't see it coming. You must discreetly veil his eyes from sensing the coming disaster. Make him feel safe, and he'll present his point confidently. Secondly, you must do it in such a way that at the time, he does not have a rebuttal, or in the form of the analogy, he does not know how you deconstructed his invention, and so, cannot fix it at the time. He might know how to do so later, but it would have already been too late. What's the point of knowing later when you should know it now? The essence of the blindfold is too disorientate the person so he might panic and not be able to counter-attack.
B : Oh... Hm. What about savouring the face?
A : That's just being a little evil. You should practice being devious once in a while.
B : Haha, right... Very interesting method of laying out your presentation.
A : And you thought I didn't know what I was talking about. In your face! Beat that.
B : I would, but I can't.
A : What do you mean you can't?
B : I mean "I can't" because I really am not capable.
A : Why in blazes would you not be capable of presenting your opinion on the topic?!
B : You want to know why?
A : Yes! I want to know why! Why else would I ask?
B : You really want to know why?
A : Yes! Oblige me with your so-called reason!
B : Are you sure?
A : Nope! Totally not! I'm just yelling here like a madman for fun! La la la la la! Don't mind me, I'm just a madman!
B : Alright, fine, I'll tell you. Just stop being sarcastic.
A : What is it then?
B : It's the end of the blog post.
;)
Peace. Love. Joy.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
To All Twilight Fans
Dear Reader,
To all the die hards of the Twilight series...
To all those head over heels for Edward...
To all those who believe the Twilight series is the best there is...
To all those who love or are in love with the characters...
To the people out there who want to have a romantic relationship...
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Sparkles in the sunlight!
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LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL XD XD XD !!!
hahahhahahahahhahaha...
Sorry, sorry... tee hee hee hee...
This is what you call 'orang takde kerja'.
LOL.
Peace. Love. Joy.
To all the die hards of the Twilight series...
To all those head over heels for Edward...
To all those who believe the Twilight series is the best there is...
To all those who love or are in love with the characters...
To the people out there who want to have a romantic relationship...
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Sorry, sorry... tee hee hee hee...
This is what you call 'orang takde kerja'.
LOL.
Peace. Love. Joy.
Aw... CRAP.
Dear Reader,
First of all, I'd like to apologize to all of my loyal readers out there for delaying the composition of a new article. Lately, I haven't really been 'feeding' my blog to keep it alive. Probably because I'm too busy feeding in DotA. Anyway, I hope you can forgive me.
I feel so screwed right now. Let's see :
You might think the stuff I have to do is only little, and I don't blame you, since you can see only two things. But those are summarised.
Behind the two major tasks is a whole sea of minor tasks that they represent.
These treacherous waters are fabled with hundreds of horrible tales, from huge sea monsters to the legendary army of Crab-Stallions, half-crab half-horse. You could attempt to sail from one end of the ocean to the next, but you would either meet your doom being attacked by TheIsaac Kraken, or have a slow, painful death succumbing to hunger and madness after getting lost not even halfway across.
Ok. Ok. Back to reality.
But seriously though,
ARGH!
There's so much to do! So many things to complete! It's quite a culture shock to experience after already honeymooning for two years.
To tell you the truth, I actually can't believe it. It's well, May already. Eventhough it's actually the very last day of April, let's say it's May.
That's five months.
Five months.
FIVE months only until PMR!
Argh...! Am I unreasonably freaking out or am I just slow to realise the situation? I think I"m the latter. So, like I said, crap...
Anyway, I have to go now. I hope anyone out there reading this can give me any tips or pointers to help me get out if this difficult situation.
Seriously, please.
Peace. Love. Joy.
P/S : To anybody and everybody out there who steals my closing catch phrase or produces any derivition of it, I shall make sure you pay. DO NOT use it. I repeat, DO NOT. Make another one if you want. I don't care whether it's better than mine, as long as it's not MINE! Got it?! Thanks.
First of all, I'd like to apologize to all of my loyal readers out there for delaying the composition of a new article. Lately, I haven't really been 'feeding' my blog to keep it alive. Probably because I'm too busy feeding in DotA. Anyway, I hope you can forgive me.
I feel so screwed right now. Let's see :
- I haven't done anything for Sejarah Kerja Kursus which is due on the 28th of May except get the sources.
- Exams are in 3 weeks and I haven't started studying at all.
You might think the stuff I have to do is only little, and I don't blame you, since you can see only two things. But those are summarised.
Behind the two major tasks is a whole sea of minor tasks that they represent.
These treacherous waters are fabled with hundreds of horrible tales, from huge sea monsters to the legendary army of Crab-Stallions, half-crab half-horse. You could attempt to sail from one end of the ocean to the next, but you would either meet your doom being attacked by The
Ok. Ok. Back to reality.
But seriously though,
ARGH!
There's so much to do! So many things to complete! It's quite a culture shock to experience after already honeymooning for two years.
To tell you the truth, I actually can't believe it. It's well, May already. Eventhough it's actually the very last day of April, let's say it's May.
That's five months.
Five months.
FIVE months only until PMR!
Argh...! Am I unreasonably freaking out or am I just slow to realise the situation? I think I"m the latter. So, like I said, crap...
Anyway, I have to go now. I hope anyone out there reading this can give me any tips or pointers to help me get out if this difficult situation.
Seriously, please.
Peace. Love. Joy.
P/S : To anybody and everybody out there who steals my closing catch phrase or produces any derivition of it, I shall make sure you pay. DO NOT use it. I repeat, DO NOT. Make another one if you want. I don't care whether it's better than mine, as long as it's not MINE! Got it?! Thanks.
Friday, April 17, 2009
I have PROOF!
Dear Reader,
Peace. Love. Joy.
I have proof that JK = 3.5
His DotA username is wjk619.
W = 23rd letter
J = 10th letter
K= 11th letter
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[W + J + K + 6] / [ 1 + 9 ]
= [ 23 + 10 + 11 + 6 ] / [ 1 + 9 ]
= [ 50 ] / [ 10 ]
= 5
Now, his other name :
Gary.
G = 7th letter
A = 1st letter
R = 18th letter
Y = 25th letter
[ R ] / [ G - A ] || [ Y / 5 (five is from his DotA username) ]
= [ 18 ] / [ 7 - 1 ] || [ 25 / 5 ]
= 18 / 6 || 5
= 3 || 5
= 3.5 !
Yes...
I have nothing else to do but plot the downfall of my friends. = D
LOL.
Peace. Love. Joy.
Friday, April 3, 2009
NickNames
Dear Reader,
My class has so many nicknames for so many people.
Can you tell me who these people are?
LOL.
All of these names have their origins. Really weird origins.
For instance, barney-ursula got his name 'cause he's a librarian, and has to wear purple everyday.
Other than that, 3.5 Gary got the '3.5' because, if I'm not mistaken, a group of people were asking crazy questions to each other, and then finally asked him how long his 'thing' was. He thought they were asking him a maths question and confidently answered '3.5'. Lol.
Dugong got his name because of the 'cerpen' (short story) called Dugong. For some reason, he found it really entertaining to say the word dugong and call other people dugong. In the end, we call him dugong.
But, some nicknames have origins that are just plain random.
Like HentaiMan.
It was Dugong who gave HentaiMan his name. Reason? Unknown. Probably he was just tired of people calling him Dugong, he wanted to call somebody else something else.
And like Lumen.
All of a sudden, Ariel (name not given yet at the time) walks up to him, hugs him, and calls him Lumen.
That's when Lumen came up with Ariel, by minusing one letter from Ariel's real name.
You see?
Anyway, I have a challenge for you. Reply in the comments' box for naming all the people's real name, and you'll get a 'prize'. It's a 'surprise'.
By the way, I have an announcement to make:
Attention 3 Meranti!
Keep making more nicknames!
Thank you.
Peace. Love. Joy.
P/S : Like I said to TC in my last post, don't kill me. =)
My class has so many nicknames for so many people.
Can you tell me who these people are?
LOL.
All of these names have their origins. Really weird origins.
For instance, barney-ursula got his name 'cause he's a librarian, and has to wear purple everyday.
Other than that, 3.5 Gary got the '3.5' because, if I'm not mistaken, a group of people were asking crazy questions to each other, and then finally asked him how long his 'thing' was. He thought they were asking him a maths question and confidently answered '3.5'. Lol.
Dugong got his name because of the 'cerpen' (short story) called Dugong. For some reason, he found it really entertaining to say the word dugong and call other people dugong. In the end, we call him dugong.
But, some nicknames have origins that are just plain random.
Like HentaiMan.
It was Dugong who gave HentaiMan his name. Reason? Unknown. Probably he was just tired of people calling him Dugong, he wanted to call somebody else something else.
And like Lumen.
All of a sudden, Ariel (name not given yet at the time) walks up to him, hugs him, and calls him Lumen.
That's when Lumen came up with Ariel, by minusing one letter from Ariel's real name.
You see?
Anyway, I have a challenge for you. Reply in the comments' box for naming all the people's real name, and you'll get a 'prize'. It's a 'surprise'.
By the way, I have an announcement to make:
Attention 3 Meranti!
Keep making more nicknames!
Thank you.
Peace. Love. Joy.
P/S : Like I said to TC in my last post, don't kill me. =)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Equals Thirteen
Dear Reader,
What did the humble chicken say?
-"Ayam what ayam".
Phew!
If you came on the 30th March 2009, you'd know what I'm talking about.
MO is now no longer ENRAGED.
Woo!
Bye bye, stupid, all-caps, red letters!
ENRAGED
But...!
We, the whole class of 3 Meranti, have promised her that we will 'give ourselves a chance' and push ourselves to our limits (probably even beyond). And next to that, be more disciplined.
Sorry, no time to elaborate, got Sejarah and Geografi Kerja Kursus, not to mention other homework.
Unlike HentaiMan. That crazy guy go finish almost all of his kerja kursus already. Stupid la! Probably so he can have more time to spend with his 'Special One'. LOL =)
Well, anyway...
Peace. Love. Joy.
P/S : Don't kill me TC.
What did the humble chicken say?
-"Ayam what ayam".
Phew!
If you came on the 30th March 2009, you'd know what I'm talking about.
MO is now no longer ENRAGED.
Woo!
Bye bye, stupid, all-caps, red letters!
But...!
We, the whole class of 3 Meranti, have promised her that we will 'give ourselves a chance' and push ourselves to our limits (probably even beyond). And next to that, be more disciplined.
Sorry, no time to elaborate, got Sejarah and Geografi Kerja Kursus, not to mention other homework.
Unlike HentaiMan. That crazy guy go finish almost all of his kerja kursus already. Stupid la! Probably so he can have more time to spend with his 'Special One'. LOL =)
Well, anyway...
Peace. Love. Joy.
P/S : Don't kill me TC.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Eight Plus Five
Dear Reader,
If you came to my class on 25 March 2009, you would know what this is about.
Oh well, if you even if you DID come, I'll tell you about it anyway. But I'll have to use a pseudonym for the person involved, one that only some people will recognize.
MO is angry at us. Again.
And this time, I don't blame her at all. In fact, I don't really blame her when she's really pissed off. Though, there ARE quite a number of times when she gets angry unreasonably and gives an unfair punishment, but that's only when she is angry.
But this is when she is ENRAGED.
She has been a number of times before. In fact, with many classes.
What she does is ...
a) Burst out suddenly for a continuous mistake we do
b) Relate it with other bad stuff we do
c) Tell us that she wont teach us, or teach us well, anymore
d) State that because we do not want to to change our behaviour, which she has told us about before, she will not teach us, or not teach us well.
She does this like an annual-biannual thing. I know, since she has done it to my class a number of times, when I was Form One, Form Two, and now Form Three.
The times when she gets ENRAGED are not like when she gets angry. When she is angry, the problem might be a misunderstanding, or trivial, or sometimes, believe it or not, when she "pilih kasih".
But when she gets ENRAGED, the fault is mostly because of us. Like in Form Two, she blasted off because some of us didn't bring our books (one of those people is yours truly, heh heh), because we were told that she wouldn't come to class that day, but in the end she came. Some people did bring their books just to be safe, but in the end, we're dragged down because of the people who didn't. Sorry guys.
This time, she got ENRAGED because most of us do not try to answer the maths questions that she asks. It's the same bunch of people who always try. She told all of us to stand up, but called out the names of the "always-trying-to-answer-questions bunch" to sit down. Some of those people are Louise, Sai, Joon Keet, Abu Syakireen, Divia, Tengku Hathirah, and yours truly. So HAH! In your face! Now you have to apologize to me! I'm not too sure about Billy and Jowynna, because she told these two to sit in the middle of her lecture. But anyway, she still told us she wouldn't teach us well. She would teach super-fast from now on.
But many of us know how this thing will end. There will be a lot of drama, confusion between classmates about what to do, people pointing to each other, MO will come to class and teach like crap compared to what she usually does, some of us will try to apologize and promise to change, it won't work, and then there'll be one day when she will burst again, tell us quite a long lecture, and then things return to normal.
I mean, she has good intention, but this is usually the series of events that will occur, and that's it. We'll probably heed her advice for a few weeks, but no long-term effect. I myself wish that her advice could be heeded in long-term, but regretfully, it just won't. Probably that's why it keeps happening. If so, then we NEED to change.
I just hope she doesn't read this, or she will murder me. Twice. = O
Peace. Love. Joy.
If you came to my class on 25 March 2009, you would know what this is about.
Oh well, if you even if you DID come, I'll tell you about it anyway. But I'll have to use a pseudonym for the person involved, one that only some people will recognize.
MO is angry at us. Again.
And this time, I don't blame her at all. In fact, I don't really blame her when she's really pissed off. Though, there ARE quite a number of times when she gets angry unreasonably and gives an unfair punishment, but that's only when she is angry.
But this is when she is ENRAGED.
She has been a number of times before. In fact, with many classes.
What she does is ...
a) Burst out suddenly for a continuous mistake we do
b) Relate it with other bad stuff we do
c) Tell us that she wont teach us, or teach us well, anymore
d) State that because we do not want to to change our behaviour, which she has told us about before, she will not teach us, or not teach us well.
She does this like an annual-biannual thing. I know, since she has done it to my class a number of times, when I was Form One, Form Two, and now Form Three.
The times when she gets ENRAGED are not like when she gets angry. When she is angry, the problem might be a misunderstanding, or trivial, or sometimes, believe it or not, when she "pilih kasih".
But when she gets ENRAGED, the fault is mostly because of us. Like in Form Two, she blasted off because some of us didn't bring our books (one of those people is yours truly, heh heh), because we were told that she wouldn't come to class that day, but in the end she came. Some people did bring their books just to be safe, but in the end, we're dragged down because of the people who didn't. Sorry guys.
This time, she got ENRAGED because most of us do not try to answer the maths questions that she asks. It's the same bunch of people who always try. She told all of us to stand up, but called out the names of the "always-trying-to-answer-questions bunch" to sit down. Some of those people are Louise, Sai, Joon Keet, Abu Syakireen, Divia, Tengku Hathirah, and yours truly. So HAH! In your face! Now you have to apologize to me! I'm not too sure about Billy and Jowynna, because she told these two to sit in the middle of her lecture. But anyway, she still told us she wouldn't teach us well. She would teach super-fast from now on.
But many of us know how this thing will end. There will be a lot of drama, confusion between classmates about what to do, people pointing to each other, MO will come to class and teach like crap compared to what she usually does, some of us will try to apologize and promise to change, it won't work, and then there'll be one day when she will burst again, tell us quite a long lecture, and then things return to normal.
I mean, she has good intention, but this is usually the series of events that will occur, and that's it. We'll probably heed her advice for a few weeks, but no long-term effect. I myself wish that her advice could be heeded in long-term, but regretfully, it just won't. Probably that's why it keeps happening. If so, then we NEED to change.
I just hope she doesn't read this, or she will murder me. Twice. = O
Peace. Love. Joy.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Teen-Life Crisis. Lol.
Dear Reader,
"Here, watch this. It's a classic." (hands over a video tape of "The Wizard of Oz")
"Hmm... I don't think I've ever watched The Wizard Of Ounce."
Lol.
Sorry, just wanted to kick-start with a random joke. Loosen things up a bit.
Anyway ...
"Guess what today's lesson is going to be class?"
"Is it nap-time?"
"No!"
"Then what IS the lesson today Miss Frame?"
"Well, how would you like to go on a field trip to the Berjaya Times Square 'Cosmo's World' Theme Park to study physics, completely sponsored by the school PTA (PIBG) fund?"
"We'd love it!"
"Wow. Then are you going to be disappointed!"
If you don't understand, nevermind.
Growing up.
Yes, that's right. It's that thing which is inevitable. It's inevitable because it's a side-effect of time. Time, which is pretty much impossible for us to stop.
You could keep telling yourself "growing old is mandatory, growing up is not...", but yet, at the end of the day, you just have to face facts. You have to grow up. If you don't, then, you won't be able to achieve much in life.
Think about it. In life, if you lack in maturity, patience, responsibility, up-to-dateness, common sense (a symptom of yours truly), respect, loyalty, strength, etc., etc. then it's going to be real hard for you to survive. Now don't get me wrong, there are people out there who accomplish these 'conditions', but are still kids at heart. These people are grown-ups in my eyes.
Unfortunately,
There is NO good thing about growing up whatsoever. Nothing. You want to know why? Well, let me explain myself :
When you grow-up ...
- there's more expected of you
- you're given more responsibility
- things get harder in life
- you have to be more patient and persevering
Probably what I mean by 'good' is 'enjoyable'. I mean, it's good to be mature. It's good to be patient. It's good to be hardworking. But it's definitely not enjoyable.
It's just frightening, to know that not long from now, I'll be having my PMR.
Then SPM.
Then possibly STPM or A-Levels.
Then on to University, campus life, assignments, lectures with no clear important points in them, classes on weekends and holidays and public holidays...
Then possibly continue to Bachelors', then Masters', then Phd...
Then get a job, minimal wage...
Then spend years climbing up the ladder of the company...
Then get married, have a family, get kids...
Then die.
Or, die in anyone of those 'stages'.
It's quite depressive if you look at life from a materialist point of view. Just read those 'stages' again. You'd feel like there's no point in life, and we might as well have as much fun in this world before we turn into dust in the wind. Some people would prefer to just kill themselves.
That's why people have faith. It just wouldn't make sense that we all exist for no reason.
I mean, all animals have their function in the animal kingdom.
And so do all the plants and trees.
The Earth's atmosphere, weather, temperature and ecosystem works perfectly to support life.
So, why are we here?
This is what Islam teaches :
"I did not create the Jinn and mankind except to worship Me"
Surah Ad-Dhariyat (The Winds That Scatter), Chapter 51: Verse 56
Whether you'd want to accept the existence of a Divine Creator is entirely up to you.
I do.
I respect your beliefs, so please respect mine.
Peace. Love. Joy.
D-CLIQUE
Stand Tall
I can't see how we,
leave behind someone in need,
won't we heed their final plea,
can't we see their hearts still bleed,
my back won't turn,
justice is the final word,
this won't be a dream differed,
emerge from the darkness,
Ummah rise!
See you and I are one in the same,
we feel a need to change,
don't wanna blame ourselves
for a reckless lifestyle that we're living today,
no peace no treaty no conversations,
no pride no pity no Muslim nation,
don't we got a name to protect,
realize this we got Islam on our back,
representing truth,
how can we survive it ain't instilled in the youth,
steady losing grip of the faith,
remove the mask of ignorance and put on a new face,
embrace a new change for the better,
maybe we can see the day when we all survive together,
stand tall, rise up, stand firm, stand up,
be proud, unite, look in my eyes and I'll shout it out
I don't wanna see no pain no more in the eyes of innocent people,
I don't wanna witness this injustice, hear no, speak no evil,
'Cause i feel my heart is in my throat,
I don't wanna see another fall,
I don't wanna take another glance,
my people just stand tall
stand tall
stand tall
whoa, my people just stand tall...
I can see the faith and hope in you,
the fire in the eyes for the one who cries truth,
I can see the pain,
I can take the blame,
I can see the troubles that we all overcame,
now can you see the faith and hope in me,
can you feel the fire that is soon to freeze,
can you hear the screams,
can you feel me breathe,
can you see me praying 'cause I'm on my knees,
now praying for the day that we all can live,
praying for the day that i teach my kids,
all the right and wrong,
I gotta stay strong,
say it one more time,
my people stand tall
my people just stand tall
whoa, my people just stand tall...
I don't wanna see no pain no more in the eyes of innocent people,
I don't wanna witness this injustice, hear no, speak no evil,
'Cause i feel my heart is in my throat,
I don't wanna see another fall,
I don't wanna take another glance,
my people just stand tall
stand tall
stand tall
whoa, my people just stand tall
stand tall
stand tall
whoa, my people just stand tall...
I can't see how we,
leave behind someone in need,
won't we heed their final plea,
can't we see their hearts still bleed,
my back won't turn,
justice is the final word,
this won't be a dream differed,
emerge from the darkness,
Ummah rise!
I don't wanna see no pain no more in the eyes of innocent people,
I don't wanna witness this injustice, hear no, speak no evil,
'Cause i feel my heart is in my throat,
I don't wanna see another fall,
I don't wanna take another glance,
my people just stand tall
stand tall
stand tall
whoa, my people just stand tall
my people just stand tall...
"Here, watch this. It's a classic." (hands over a video tape of "The Wizard of Oz")
"Hmm... I don't think I've ever watched The Wizard Of Ounce."
Lol.
Sorry, just wanted to kick-start with a random joke. Loosen things up a bit.
Anyway ...
"Guess what today's lesson is going to be class?"
"Is it nap-time?"
"No!"
"Then what IS the lesson today Miss Frame?"
"Well, how would you like to go on a field trip to the Berjaya Times Square 'Cosmo's World' Theme Park to study physics, completely sponsored by the school PTA (PIBG) fund?"
"We'd love it!"
"Wow. Then are you going to be disappointed!"
If you don't understand, nevermind.
Growing up.
Yes, that's right. It's that thing which is inevitable. It's inevitable because it's a side-effect of time. Time, which is pretty much impossible for us to stop.
You could keep telling yourself "growing old is mandatory, growing up is not...", but yet, at the end of the day, you just have to face facts. You have to grow up. If you don't, then, you won't be able to achieve much in life.
Think about it. In life, if you lack in maturity, patience, responsibility, up-to-dateness, common sense (a symptom of yours truly), respect, loyalty, strength, etc., etc. then it's going to be real hard for you to survive. Now don't get me wrong, there are people out there who accomplish these 'conditions', but are still kids at heart. These people are grown-ups in my eyes.
Unfortunately,
There is NO good thing about growing up whatsoever. Nothing. You want to know why? Well, let me explain myself :
When you grow-up ...
- there's more expected of you
- you're given more responsibility
- things get harder in life
- you have to be more patient and persevering
Probably what I mean by 'good' is 'enjoyable'. I mean, it's good to be mature. It's good to be patient. It's good to be hardworking. But it's definitely not enjoyable.
It's just frightening, to know that not long from now, I'll be having my PMR.
Then SPM.
Then possibly STPM or A-Levels.
Then on to University, campus life, assignments, lectures with no clear important points in them, classes on weekends and holidays and public holidays...
Then possibly continue to Bachelors', then Masters', then Phd...
Then get a job, minimal wage...
Then spend years climbing up the ladder of the company...
Then get married, have a family, get kids...
Then die.
Or, die in anyone of those 'stages'.
It's quite depressive if you look at life from a materialist point of view. Just read those 'stages' again. You'd feel like there's no point in life, and we might as well have as much fun in this world before we turn into dust in the wind. Some people would prefer to just kill themselves.
That's why people have faith. It just wouldn't make sense that we all exist for no reason.
I mean, all animals have their function in the animal kingdom.
And so do all the plants and trees.
The Earth's atmosphere, weather, temperature and ecosystem works perfectly to support life.
So, why are we here?
This is what Islam teaches :
"I did not create the Jinn and mankind except to worship Me"
Surah Ad-Dhariyat (The Winds That Scatter), Chapter 51: Verse 56
Whether you'd want to accept the existence of a Divine Creator is entirely up to you.
I do.
I respect your beliefs, so please respect mine.
Peace. Love. Joy.
D-CLIQUE
Stand Tall
I can't see how we,
leave behind someone in need,
won't we heed their final plea,
can't we see their hearts still bleed,
my back won't turn,
justice is the final word,
this won't be a dream differed,
emerge from the darkness,
Ummah rise!
See you and I are one in the same,
we feel a need to change,
don't wanna blame ourselves
for a reckless lifestyle that we're living today,
no peace no treaty no conversations,
no pride no pity no Muslim nation,
don't we got a name to protect,
realize this we got Islam on our back,
representing truth,
how can we survive it ain't instilled in the youth,
steady losing grip of the faith,
remove the mask of ignorance and put on a new face,
embrace a new change for the better,
maybe we can see the day when we all survive together,
stand tall, rise up, stand firm, stand up,
be proud, unite, look in my eyes and I'll shout it out
I don't wanna see no pain no more in the eyes of innocent people,
I don't wanna witness this injustice, hear no, speak no evil,
'Cause i feel my heart is in my throat,
I don't wanna see another fall,
I don't wanna take another glance,
my people just stand tall
stand tall
stand tall
whoa, my people just stand tall...
I can see the faith and hope in you,
the fire in the eyes for the one who cries truth,
I can see the pain,
I can take the blame,
I can see the troubles that we all overcame,
now can you see the faith and hope in me,
can you feel the fire that is soon to freeze,
can you hear the screams,
can you feel me breathe,
can you see me praying 'cause I'm on my knees,
now praying for the day that we all can live,
praying for the day that i teach my kids,
all the right and wrong,
I gotta stay strong,
say it one more time,
my people stand tall
my people just stand tall
whoa, my people just stand tall...
I don't wanna see no pain no more in the eyes of innocent people,
I don't wanna witness this injustice, hear no, speak no evil,
'Cause i feel my heart is in my throat,
I don't wanna see another fall,
I don't wanna take another glance,
my people just stand tall
stand tall
stand tall
whoa, my people just stand tall
stand tall
stand tall
whoa, my people just stand tall...
I can't see how we,
leave behind someone in need,
won't we heed their final plea,
can't we see their hearts still bleed,
my back won't turn,
justice is the final word,
this won't be a dream differed,
emerge from the darkness,
Ummah rise!
I don't wanna see no pain no more in the eyes of innocent people,
I don't wanna witness this injustice, hear no, speak no evil,
'Cause i feel my heart is in my throat,
I don't wanna see another fall,
I don't wanna take another glance,
my people just stand tall
stand tall
stand tall
whoa, my people just stand tall
my people just stand tall...
Monday, March 9, 2009
Eleven Cats Are Pink. Thanks Ashman.
Dear Reader,
"Bangun majulah,
anak bangsaku,
menuntut ilmu;
Cergas tangkaslah,
Semangat jitu,
Setiap waktu.
Proaktif kita,
Kreatif kita,
Pegangan kita semua;
Cintai ilmu,
Capailah,
Segala citamu.
SKBSD satu,
Kekallah berdaya maju;
Akan ku jaga,
Mutu sekolahnya,
Cemerlang selalu... "
This was what I and my SKBSD 1 pals had to sing each Monday.
Gives you nostalgia, doesn't it?
Peace. Love. Joy.
"Bangun majulah,
anak bangsaku,
menuntut ilmu;
Cergas tangkaslah,
Semangat jitu,
Setiap waktu.
Proaktif kita,
Kreatif kita,
Pegangan kita semua;
Cintai ilmu,
Capailah,
Segala citamu.
SKBSD satu,
Kekallah berdaya maju;
Akan ku jaga,
Mutu sekolahnya,
Cemerlang selalu... "
This was what I and my SKBSD 1 pals had to sing each Monday.
Gives you nostalgia, doesn't it?
Peace. Love. Joy.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Long Time No See, Short Time No See...
Dear Reader,
WARNING : LONG POST.
Wow!
It's been long hasn't it?
My last post was in January, and now is March. I skipped the whole of February! One whole month! I guess there's nothing on the month of love I guess.
Nothing much happened anyway. =P
Other than going for the February tests I suppose. Yeah, we did our tests way before the holidays. Well, not really way back. March holidays start on the 14th, Saturday, and the test was held from 23 - 25 February. So February has 28 days, so that leaves 3 days + the 14 days in March, = 17 days.
OK, like I said. Not way back.
Anyway, I have to tell you guys something.
Now what I'm about to say is, indeed, a fact, so don't say I'm being arrogant or a show-off. I'm sorry if I offend you, but here goes :
I am smart. Book-smart, actually.
Yeah. Or, at least, I was. I don't know why but suddenly I feel like I have the whole smart-ness feeling drained out of me. For example, ask anyone who knows me well, and they'll agree that I get jokes, very fast. Whether their funny, offensive, disgusting or down-right dirty, I'd get it. Fast.
But now, it takes me a relatively long time to get even a simple joke. I don't know why.
Probably, it's because I've reached the second age. The second age of what you ask? Well, I don't know the official or scientific name for the ages, but, I call it, "The Shaping Ages". I once saw this TV show on Discovery or NGC about our brain cells. Basically, twice in our lives, when we're toddlers, and when we're early teens, our body will on a large-scale, kill the brain cells in our body, to kind of shape us.
Like for instance, have you ever realized that babies can be given anything, and they'll master it? This is because they have numerous brain cells in each department, i.e Logic, Calculating, Language, Motor, Art, Memory... So, when they reach a certain age, their body will kill the brain cells which have been used or stimulated the least, to make room for advancement of the other departments, if I'm not mistaken. And the thing is, this event occurs twice in our lives.
Now the weird thing is, I love comedy. And I love jokes. So how is it that my body is now destroying these parts? Or maybe it's destroying the processing cells. I feel slow now. I used to be fast, or as they say, "cepat tangkap".
Or maybe it's a test from God. Usually, I would depend on my genius skills to get me A's all the time. So probably now, God wants me to know that hardwork always beats genius. And I completely agree!
But why during PMR year? Oh, no...
Oh well, I must accept this as a challenge from God.
Speaking about God, I actually had a miracle happen to me today.
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
You wanna know what happened to me today? I'll tell you.
OK. In Islam, there are five pillars of Islam and six pillars of Iman. I understood all of them except for the last one, which was the sixth pillar of Iman : Destiny (Qada' dan Qadr). Now, I had little knowledge about this, and praise be to God, the Form Three syllabus had this included. So I read the chapter, and I learned a lot, like how there are two types of Qadha', which are changeable and unchangeable. Changeable, would be like praying to God and working hard to get A's for PMR. Unchangeable, would be like your death date.
And the thing is, many times when I learn something new to me about Islam, I question it the way I believe a non-believer would, and then answer those questions, so that I would be ready anytime anybody asked. So not only am I able to educate people and kill evil prejudices, but I would have strengthened my faith.
So I remembered a teaching in Islam which I learned verbally from my mother that goes something like "God will not change the fate of a village unless it tries to change it's own fate". But I can't go telling people this is what Islam says just because my mom told me. So then, I go search in the The Meaning of The Holy Qur'an by 'Abdullah Yusuf Ali.
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
As I opened the pages, I flipped through a few and found a surah. I started reading it because the beginning had interested me. Then, not long before, I shout : "Oh my God!" My sister turns around in shock and angrily says something like "Luqman, don't do that again!". Guess why I cried to God?
Right there before my eyes :
(this is a part of the verse only)
"...Verily never will Allah change the condition of a people until they change it themselves (with their own souls)..."
Surah Al-Ra'd (The Thunder), Chapter13 : Verse 11
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
I'm telling you, you do not know the feeling you get from an instant miracle like that until you get one yourself. There's a mixture of joy, thrill, surprise, incomprehensibility, gratitude, and so on. I have my sister who shouted at me as a witness, because right after reading that, I quickly showed it to her to 'explain myself' for shouting first.
Praise be to God!
It was... awesome... to have God, The Creator of the Heavens and the Earth, and everything in between, indirectly directly speak to me, you know what I mean?
Of course you don't, until you experience it for yourself.
Peace. Love. Joy.
P/S : Check out this video of Billy and me. :)
WARNING : LONG POST.
Wow!
It's been long hasn't it?
My last post was in January, and now is March. I skipped the whole of February! One whole month! I guess there's nothing on the month of love I guess.
Nothing much happened anyway. =P
Other than going for the February tests I suppose. Yeah, we did our tests way before the holidays. Well, not really way back. March holidays start on the 14th, Saturday, and the test was held from 23 - 25 February. So February has 28 days, so that leaves 3 days + the 14 days in March, = 17 days.
OK, like I said. Not way back.
Anyway, I have to tell you guys something.
Now what I'm about to say is, indeed, a fact, so don't say I'm being arrogant or a show-off. I'm sorry if I offend you, but here goes :
I am smart. Book-smart, actually.
Yeah. Or, at least, I was. I don't know why but suddenly I feel like I have the whole smart-ness feeling drained out of me. For example, ask anyone who knows me well, and they'll agree that I get jokes, very fast. Whether their funny, offensive, disgusting or down-right dirty, I'd get it. Fast.
But now, it takes me a relatively long time to get even a simple joke. I don't know why.
Probably, it's because I've reached the second age. The second age of what you ask? Well, I don't know the official or scientific name for the ages, but, I call it, "The Shaping Ages". I once saw this TV show on Discovery or NGC about our brain cells. Basically, twice in our lives, when we're toddlers, and when we're early teens, our body will on a large-scale, kill the brain cells in our body, to kind of shape us.
Like for instance, have you ever realized that babies can be given anything, and they'll master it? This is because they have numerous brain cells in each department, i.e Logic, Calculating, Language, Motor, Art, Memory... So, when they reach a certain age, their body will kill the brain cells which have been used or stimulated the least, to make room for advancement of the other departments, if I'm not mistaken. And the thing is, this event occurs twice in our lives.
Now the weird thing is, I love comedy. And I love jokes. So how is it that my body is now destroying these parts? Or maybe it's destroying the processing cells. I feel slow now. I used to be fast, or as they say, "cepat tangkap".
Or maybe it's a test from God. Usually, I would depend on my genius skills to get me A's all the time. So probably now, God wants me to know that hardwork always beats genius. And I completely agree!
But why during PMR year? Oh, no...
Oh well, I must accept this as a challenge from God.
Speaking about God, I actually had a miracle happen to me today.
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
You wanna know what happened to me today? I'll tell you.
OK. In Islam, there are five pillars of Islam and six pillars of Iman. I understood all of them except for the last one, which was the sixth pillar of Iman : Destiny (Qada' dan Qadr). Now, I had little knowledge about this, and praise be to God, the Form Three syllabus had this included. So I read the chapter, and I learned a lot, like how there are two types of Qadha', which are changeable and unchangeable. Changeable, would be like praying to God and working hard to get A's for PMR. Unchangeable, would be like your death date.
And the thing is, many times when I learn something new to me about Islam, I question it the way I believe a non-believer would, and then answer those questions, so that I would be ready anytime anybody asked. So not only am I able to educate people and kill evil prejudices, but I would have strengthened my faith.
So I remembered a teaching in Islam which I learned verbally from my mother that goes something like "God will not change the fate of a village unless it tries to change it's own fate". But I can't go telling people this is what Islam says just because my mom told me. So then, I go search in the The Meaning of The Holy Qur'an by 'Abdullah Yusuf Ali.
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
As I opened the pages, I flipped through a few and found a surah. I started reading it because the beginning had interested me. Then, not long before, I shout : "Oh my God!" My sister turns around in shock and angrily says something like "Luqman, don't do that again!". Guess why I cried to God?
Right there before my eyes :
(this is a part of the verse only)
"...Verily never will Allah change the condition of a people until they change it themselves (with their own souls)..."
Surah Al-Ra'd (The Thunder), Chapter13 : Verse 11
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
Praise be to God!
I'm telling you, you do not know the feeling you get from an instant miracle like that until you get one yourself. There's a mixture of joy, thrill, surprise, incomprehensibility, gratitude, and so on. I have my sister who shouted at me as a witness, because right after reading that, I quickly showed it to her to 'explain myself' for shouting first.
Praise be to God!
It was... awesome... to have God, The Creator of the Heavens and the Earth, and everything in between, indirectly directly speak to me, you know what I mean?
Of course you don't, until you experience it for yourself.
Peace. Love. Joy.
P/S : Check out this video of Billy and me. :)
Friday, January 23, 2009
Humans Are Very Fast at Passing Judgement. And Gas.
Dear Reader,
TO ALL 2 MERANTI 2008 STUDENTS OF SMK BSD 2! Remember this?
Here's the YouTube URL :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gpuTqWY0Tc
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha LOL XD... We sure took care of him, didn't we?
I wonder how that guy's been doing after all this time. He never wrote back on my wall... Hmm...
Hey Ashman!
Type in the comments section, about how you've been would'ya?
Oh well, 'til then.
Oh yeah by the way, I've decided to change my final phrase. Meaning, the whole 'That's all for now. Salams.' Guess what it is now?
Peace. Love. Joy.
TO ALL 2 MERANTI 2008 STUDENTS OF SMK BSD 2! Remember this?
Here's the YouTube URL :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gpuTqWY0Tc
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha LOL XD... We sure took care of him, didn't we?
I wonder how that guy's been doing after all this time. He never wrote back on my wall... Hmm...
Hey Ashman!
Type in the comments section, about how you've been would'ya?
Oh well, 'til then.
Oh yeah by the way, I've decided to change my final phrase. Meaning, the whole 'That's all for now. Salams.' Guess what it is now?
Peace. Love. Joy.
Monday, January 5, 2009
2008 Overview
Dear Reader,
OK, I know this is kind of late, but...
"HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009!"
Let's see what I've done in the past year :
-Had a screwed up drama.
-Made an article about the weird things people put into their songs, AND told you about my secret love of mango pudding.
-Became random.
-Got a surprise party, planned by my very own sister, of course with help from the family and Ashman.
-Revived my dead FaceBook account.
-Started to obsess about FaceBook.
-Got over my obsession.
-Went through some rough times with Ashman.
-Redesigned my blog and launched the beta version.
-Decided it looked bad and planned to re-redesign it.
-Has yet to re-redesign it.
-Started playing DotA and got quite good, though is still a noobish feeder.
-Told you a story about APAF, the Pigs, and ESEC.
-Realized that current television shows suck compared to retro 1990's TV.
-Got a PS3 (though the post was released after New Year)
-Oh yeah, and started a blog.
That pretty sums everything up, except for one thing that happened, but wasn't written about...
-Had to say goodbye to Ashman on the phone in Perak, when he officially moved the last box from his condominium to his car, on the 30th of November 2008 at roughly 4pm.
*sigh*
I'm gonna miss that freak.
That's all for now. Salams.
OK, I know this is kind of late, but...
"HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009!"
Let's see what I've done in the past year :
-Had a screwed up drama.
-Made an article about the weird things people put into their songs, AND told you about my secret love of mango pudding.
-Became random.
-Got a surprise party, planned by my very own sister, of course with help from the family and Ashman.
-Revived my dead FaceBook account.
-Started to obsess about FaceBook.
-Got over my obsession.
-Went through some rough times with Ashman.
-Redesigned my blog and launched the beta version.
-Decided it looked bad and planned to re-redesign it.
-Has yet to re-redesign it.
-Started playing DotA and got quite good, though is still a noobish feeder.
-Told you a story about APAF, the Pigs, and ESEC.
-Realized that current television shows suck compared to retro 1990's TV.
-Got a PS3 (though the post was released after New Year)
-Oh yeah, and started a blog.
That pretty sums everything up, except for one thing that happened, but wasn't written about...
-Had to say goodbye to Ashman on the phone in Perak, when he officially moved the last box from his condominium to his car, on the 30th of November 2008 at roughly 4pm.
*sigh*
I'm gonna miss that freak.
That's all for now. Salams.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
The Wise Man Looks Under the Same Rock Twice, While an OCD Fellow Keeps Looking Under The Same Rock...
Dear Reader,
"I hear JERUSALEM bells are ringing,
ROMAN CAVALRY choirs are singing,
Be my mirror, my SWORD and SHIELD,
My MISSIONARIES in a foreign field..."
Since when did you make it to Level 6?!Yeah...
I finally got it.
I finally got the PlayStation 3 (PS3).
Yes, yes, I know this is my PMR year and I have to beat my siblings' and relatives' results...
And yes, Form 3 is the Folio Project year, and you have to do like 5 folios at one time...
And yes, the results of PMR will determine whether I make it to boarding school or not... yada yada ya da...
I GET IT!
I KNOW THE SITUATION!!
SO STOP PRESSURING ME!!!
(whew!)
Don't worry, I won't get carried away. (I hope)That's all for now. Salams.
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