Oh the ache! The pain! The suffering!
The NIE Campaign 4 Rewards this year was definitely a fatigue hell!
Ohhh... The pain! the unbearable and excruciating pain!!!!!
Ok cut it out.
It wasn't that bad,
but on second thought, yup it was that bad!
BAAAAADDDDDDDDD!!!!!!~~~~
Our group got flamed when we showed mis Nurul our posters! Apparently, cleavages aren't supposed to appear in posters!
Fine, we overlooked that matter. How sad that we printed it already and then boom the cleavage! Atika was rather unimpressed with the boob show.
Don't get me wrong! the poster wasn't obscene, but it seems that the outfit worn by the lady wasn't decent. It was a victorian era boatneck dress. But what's wrong with that?
Well, we forgot the fact that many Malaysians are not really open minded.
In fact narrow minded.
In greater fact, Pin-hole minded!
And so I ended up doing another 3 posters in an hour. How aggravating! And it wasn't my job in the first place! The reason i asked Chen Hoe to join the group was because he claims that he can learn up how to use photoshop.
Although I actually Know how to operate it a bit, i was lazy to do that as I was assigned to the summary already.
However, as the story unfolds, the fact that he is incapable of even selecting and cutting pictures using the program was revealed.
And poor LCR had to do the job that was assigned to someone else. Alas, I managed it, but i swear, I shall devour that peperroni pizza of Yeong Chen Hoe!
Anyway, we finished in time and Siew's aunt printed it for us in her shop. The results were breath taking.
As the printer and ink was of undeniable quality, the posters appeared like winning ones that demand eyes to lay on it for hours.
Of course, it was not JUST because of the ink, it turned out perfect because of our hard work. Although we kicked off half-heartedly, in the middle of the way, we managed to gain momentum and Wallah! our posters managed to impress!
We definitely feel proud looking at our posters, thinking, Wow, we made it!
Not only did we made it, we aced it! haha
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Song 31 : The end of NIE
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Song 30 : Pollution in friendster
Every day Friendster is being polluted. how? Nowadays, more and MORE people are adopting the silly habit of camwhoring. Well, honestly I woulndn't mind if they were to camwhore once in a while, but look at these freakos! The whole album is full of their faces, same place, same time, just different angles. Just because they cock their heads a bit to the right, then they bob their head a bit to the left, stick their tongue out like a mongoloid, suck their finger like a baby, and wallah~! They get four DIFFERENT pictures! God save these pea brains!
Besides that they go around sending testimonials like "HEHE haihai, Please comment on my picture ok? Muax XOXO ^^" Like hell who would? Such a lame thing to do. Have they no shame? Oh, I forgot, people like this have skin thicker than the Great Wall of China.
And the online pollution aggravates when people start adding people that they never even knew exist! then they say "HAIHAI thanx for the add ya^^, Mind intro ah?^^" Thanks for the add my foot! How come, all of a sudden they pretend as if they are the ones that approved the request rather than sending it? Oh, they are too ashamed to let people know that they added total strangers. Thank the skies and the earth that these brainless creatures know of the word 'shame' after all!
And what's with the Mind intro ah? Yes! We mind! Thank you! Who would want to expound your private information to foolish people that you don't even know of? Oh, and weren't they supposed to know who the person they are about to add is before adding? What happened to the "please continue adding if you are truly friends with XXX"? Oh I get it, people like this get blind temporarily and then, they would suddenly regain their visions when they start sending Thanks for the add!
Ohhhhh,
what a miracle! Praise the heavens!
the worst thing is that they go around having their silly oh-I-have-got-more-friends-and-testimonials-than-you Olympics!
People like this are really annoying. They go around hopping and throwing petals, chanting "I am popular 1000000000000x"
As if you are! You go around adding people you dont know and sending testimonials like "hihi intro la" and you dare say you are popular?
I, no, WE call that cheap and shameless!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Song 29 : My lengluis (haha)
haha
got bored during exam so i drew it. I didnt really give much attention to the girl behind so she looked pretty funny. But the one in front is kinda kawaii!
Song 28 : Snails and fishes
Haha, kinda bored today, so I took a few pictures of nature and surroundings.
Nice boh?
This is a rose given to my mum on teacher's day. Dunno la who give it to her, but im happy as long as can take nice pictures! haha
Oh, my aunt from england just came back. And The first thing she commented on was my dad's aquarium. She asked my dad "Eh, you feeding snails or fish?" which was kinda funny because in one way its true. there are a whole damn lot of snails in my dads pond. More than fishes. Scary
Song 26: Cook!!!!
Cook won. I was waiting to watch the result show repeat in 8tv this Friday as we don't ahve any more exams after that. But ern wei go potong ppl's steam. Sigh. Cook won, he shouted in bio tuition. Gone was the anticipation that has lasted 6 months
Song 25 : Wesak Eve
Wesak Eve in SBS rocks! As usual the night started of with the offering of lights like every other year. After that the devotees are able to choose to go for either guided meditation or to watch a movie called Little Buddha.
However, I didnt really find the movie pretty interesting. Little Buddha is a movie about Buddha's life from his previous life as a goat until the day he got enlightened. 
Well it is kinda nice but which Buddhist doesn't know of Buddha's story? Lats year they had a documentary on Buddhism which was much more interesting, as they went deeper into Buddhism. However the little Buddha wasn't too bad too.
Anyway, surprisingly, there were a lot of lalas coming here. And all of them were dressed wrongly for such an ocassion. I find it pretty annoying that they come all the way to the top of SBS and think that it's a fashion show featuring them. Lalamuis were going like "Yay, my hair is slithery silkier that yours and my layered dress is pom-pomier than yours!" wheras lalazhais were comparing the amount of decorations hanging down from their rainbow-inspired christmas tree pants. I wouldn't really blame them if they were to treat somewhere else as their imaginary runway, but here? In a monk monastery? No No NO!
Oh anyway, we transferred merits to the Nargis victims and the earthquake victims in China. May they be well and happy.
By the way, I guess the thing I enjoyed most that night was the fireworks. The opalescent display of light and sounds was so captivating that many couldn't help but to sigh and gasp in adoration! Who wouldn't? It was ad if the sky was adorned with millions of pieces of gems.
Oh i nearly forgot, the food "Monaed" there was great! from Yam cakes to curry puffs. Yum.
But i didn't really like the noodles. Kinda bland. But who's complaining? It was prepared for us with a sincere heart, and that's all that matters (according to Lay Hoon la). So sadhu to those that spent their energy and time preparing them!And then. it was time to go home.
Hmm, this picture is kinda scary. But I like it! haha
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Song 23 : Refugees (Question 5)
The inferno of rage blazing in your chest, ravaging every sense of humanity left. Do you know how it feels like? The pain and anguish searing across every nerve in your system, lightened only by the desire to seek revenge. Do you know how it feels like? When life is drained of all its life with nothing left but the sole purpose to torment the ones who tormented you. Do you know how it feels like?
I know.
The whistling of the wind grew louder, as the gales scooped up a cloud of dirt towards my face. I was left coughing unbearably like an old hag as my hands flailed instinctively before my astonished face.
Once again, I was snapped out of my daydream. I rubbed the sides of my eyes gently, as the vision of a dense forest appeared before me.
At this point, you may be asking, “Why would a kid like me, be taking an afternoon nap in the middle of a tropical rainforest?”
The answer is simple. I have no home. The same goes to the rest of my family and friends.
Well, we once did in the land called Nusantara – the country where everyone always had a blissful smile carved on their faces. The country that was always bathed in the tender golden rays of the sun and vibrant flowers bloomed gracefully below, forming a breath-taking carpet on the earthian floor beneath. The country that bore the most delicious fruit in the world, that gushes down your throat with a sweet and warm sensation, as you sink your teeth in it. The country that was the closest place in the world to the mythical
But that was once upon a time ago. Then, Nusantara was disdainfully robbed of its beauty when the avaricious leaders of Sangsara arrived with their metal birds and fearsome tanks, devouring it ravenously, for their own selfish sake and announced it their own. In just days, the country that was diligently built by its people was reduced to a wasteland of mere ashes.
Stripped of our rights to live, we were compelled to leave our homes and were banished to the forests.
Now, nothing is left for us. No home, no food, and no hope. Nothing. The word ‘Nusantarans’ gradually faded, only to be replaced with the term ‘refugees’, whereas the fallen land vanished completely from the world map.
Destiny. Quaint yet curious destiny, like spindles of fate, weaved by an unknown force to produce eye-catching tapestries, depicting tales of victory of great heroes and empires. Yet again, what happens to deformed artworks of losers like us?
Abandoned and forgotten. Nobody cares about our mere existence. Why should they? They are too engrossed and preoccupied with their materialistic thoughts. Why should they notice redundant minor characters like us, lamenting and begging for mercy behind the stage, when they are so busy performing major scenes?
A drop of tear rolled down my cheeks, lubricating my epidermis with a warm feeling.
War and violence. Life is nothing but a sick joke. Jokes meant to ridicule folly and frail creatures like us, to entertain the great and mighty beasts.
Maybe, just maybe, all of that will change. Who knows? Maybe one day, the Fates will finally have pity on us. Maybe one day, the people of Sangsara will finally realise their flaw. Maybe one day, a kind and magnanimous Deva will descend from the heavens above and grab us out of this torture chamber.
How naïve. Why dream of such absurd nonsense when you obviously know it will never come true? Why waste your time? Or is it just the human thing to do? To dream no matter how impossible it seems?
The massive sun began to dissolve behind the lofty peak of the mountains. Even the sun is deserting us. Are we really that loathsome and repugnant? If so, why us?
I bit my lips, outraged and dissatisfied. A feeling as bitter as bile flooded me. My left arm attempted a vain endeavor to hurl the earth that I had held so tightly till now, at the gargantuan ruby orb, while the index finger of my other hand stabbed at it.
“This is your entire fault!” I gave a harpy’s screech at the inanimate object, “Why can’t you shine upon us? Why let us live in shadows of misery?”
Maybe it seems rather stupid, blaming the innocent sun but, when you are down and dejected, it just feels so good to put the blame on someone or something. Never do we realise that when we start pointing a finger at others, we are actually pointing three at ourselves.
“If you despise us so much, why don’t you just disappear?” I yelled at the top of my voice as those words escaped my larynx like a jet.
“Is it really the sun’s fault? It does provide us with light and warmth, you know,” whispered a timid voice behind me.
I turned my face to glare, just to discover a girl of a few years younger than me, standing weakly and wearing a solemn mask. It was Li Hwa.
“You stupid fool! What do you know? If its not, then whose? Who made our life such a pain?” Tears rolled down my face before I even know it.
She raised her gaze and squeaked, “We are always given choices in life. The choice to do what’s right or what’s not. The choice to either look forward to the future or to sulk over the past. The choice to look at things optimistically or pessimistically.”
“Choices my foot!” I retorted offensively, “We were born to suffer! And what’s with optimism? Can it give us food? Can it give us respect? Can it make death relinquish Mum and Dad from its grip?”
She trudged a few steps backward and fell silent.
We never spoke again since then.
Somehow, it feels so good to snap at someone when we are upset, but do we consider their feelings? Wouldn’t they be upset as well? Wouldn’t they snap at others too? Wouldn’t it return to us one day? Wouldn’t it be a vicious cycle?
Days passed like the beat of my heart. Yet, no amendments were made to our relationship.
People say we should apologise when we are wrong. Sorry. Such a simple word. Still, there is always an unbreakable barrier between us, blocking our apology from getting out of our throat. Why? Egoism? Or rather, stupid pride?
The blast shook the atmosphere accompanied by a series of ear-splitting screams. All hell has broken loose.
Refugees were shooting off in various directions, running for their lives, as the Imperial Army of Sangsara gave chase with their weapons of mass destruction.
Apparently, they were given orders to wipe out the remaining Nusantarans. They have taken everything – our home, our country, our family and friends. What more can they steal from us? Don’t they have feelings too? Don’t they know how we feel? Or are they just thoughtless golems and senseless myrmidons?
People were everywhere in view, some lying motionlessly and some gasping for their last breath. My eyes scanned the area for my sister as my legs sped at increasing speed.
Then I saw her. Li Hwa’s left eye, studded on her crumpled features, was badly ruptured. She was crawling feebly on the sandy floor due to her broken legs and she was soaked in crimson droplets. Yet, she managed a weak smile as her eyes met mine, despite her condition.
Then, another blast was heard. She completely vanished amidst the maelstrom of dust surrounding her. Every part of her that I had hurt with my words was blown to smithereens by the grenade, tossed by the Sangsarans as I was only capable of watching helplessly in agony.
When you are in the wrong, you should say you’re sorry at once. Sometimes, you never know whether you will see the person you have offended again. Maybe your apologies will never be heard.
A mixed feeling of rage, disgust and sorrow welled up in me. My eyes swelled with fury as I could feel my heart imploding into a million pieces.
A bereaved and incensed wail escaped my lips, as I lunged forward with all my strength, ready to strike one of those heartless Sangsarans. Suddenly, my steps came to a halt as a loud bang hit my eardrums.
Many reckon that optimism gives you a false illusion to conceal the dreadful truth. But, no matter how true or false it is, it is enough to provide us with a light of hope, to strengthen our will to face the ever-changing course of destiny.
I feel myself falling backwards, as a sharp pain pierced my chest and the pandemonium went on without me.
Why do we dream when we know that they won’t come true? Or how sure are we that they wouldn’t come true? How about the dream to soar above the wide open azure sky? If it wasn’t for that dream, how would the aeroplane come about? Dreams are bridges to the future. We should never underestimate the strength of dreams because no matter how impossible it may seem, there is no doubt that it is still possible.
There I was, lying on my back and facing the vast sapphire sky. I could hear muffled cries and tremors of the stampede crawling up my spine. I could feel a warm liquid oozing profusely out from my wound. Am I dying? Somehow, it felt like everything didn’t matter anymore.
Injustice and grief. Life may seem like a sick joke that we guffaw to the world when the joke is on others and mourn to ourselves when it is on us. But, if we learn to laugh when the joke is targeted on us and cry when it is aimed at others, then we will be the ones laughing at life till the very end.
My vision started to smear as an endless tunnel of light flashed across me, so bright that it was almost blinding me. I could feel myself floating so lightly and moving towards the shimmering lights ahead.
Hatred, prejudice and wrath. Why are we treating our fellow brothers and sisters like that? Aren’t we all the same?
We’re all refugees. Each and everyone of use. We were all born to a land of innocence and freedom. However, as time matured, we were driven away from it by feelings of envy, gluttony, lust and abhorrence that began to stir a war in our souls.
Still, a small part of us yearns to return to the land we once belonged to. Some found it. Some, still searching.
I could see the light getting brighter and brighter as I was drawn closer and closer to the end of the tunnel. Voices that I recognised and never knew I would listen to again, greeted me with sheer delight. Right now, I know that my journey has ended. I have found the land of eternal happiness and paradise – Nirvana.
What am I? A refugee. Who am I? A Refugee who has finally found refuge.
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This is my 2008 commonwealth essay entitled Refugees. If you are also a participant, would you mind posting yours too? thanks!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Song 22 : To crown which David?
Both the Davids will be competing against each other in the finale next week! Wonder who is gonna win? Both of them are loaded with tonnes of fans. Anyway, anyhow, get ready for some rock and R&B in the finale! BTW Syesha is a good singer too. Just that the davids are really fan magnets.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Song 21: One day
One day I shall spread my wings and soar above the white fleece in the azure sky,
I shall escape this cage of shattered dreams to a world beyond the eyes of the world,
So far that the dark shadows of inferiority shall smudge my lofty vision no more.
I shall rise above all with all my might, and grasp the spear of nike with my own hands
let not the strongest man stand in my path, for I shall cross swords with whoever who dares
and with the blessing and promise of Hermes, I shall reach the end of my road, victorious
One day..
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Song 20: The viewfinder, a window to the soul
Today I got bored studying, so i decided to take some pictures with my camera! And ohm i dint edit them with photoshop. so This is pure photography! haha
LIGHT OF HOPE
FLAME OF DEVOTIONThis picture was taken in my grandmother's Buddha alter. The flame is an interesting sight.
GLIDERSThis picture isn't very nice. In fact it is pretty ugly. Was shot in my dad's pond.
REACHING ABOVEI always liked worm eye views. Although this isnt that much of a great shot, I still like it!
FALLEN FLOWERI really like this picture. A lot of perspective in it and there is some slight blurry DSLR effect at the back without using photoshop. This type of image can be produced by using macro mode to the optimum.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Song 19 : In the distant city
Tooi Kono Machi De was a song sung by Kaitani Naomi and it was the OST of the first Cardcaptor Sakura movie. When i first heard the song, a strange nostalgic feeling engulfed me, as if I could feel the past flowing back into me. Since then it has always been my favourite song that accompanied me no matter where I go. Ironically, I didn't know the meaning of the song when I was drawn by it. After searching for the english lyrics, I realise that sometimes we may like a song although it is in a different language and we don't understand it, because we
sub-consciously understand the meaning of songs. Therefore, music definitely is a universal language.
English Lyrics:
I loved that song
on the old tape
Little scratches, a faded title...
A blurry dawn.
And so, the day repeats itself
accompanied by a summer breeze
In a corner of the familiar day-by-day routine
I suddenly meet with loneliness
I'll never forget
how fast I could kick the wind
on my bike,
going however far I wanted.
la la la la I'll sing my song,
with my face toward the sky.
la la la la It's my life
I'll walk on
Using my own strength
to go forward along this endless road.
With so many crossroads,
I'm always lost,
but though sometimes I wander and sometimes I fall off the path
I'm living the present
Clashing with others,
accepting others...
Even when I grow up
I'll never forget.
la la la la I'll sing my song,
with my face toward the sky.
la la la la It's my life
I'll walk on
It's something that's mine alone,
so I guess I can have some confidence in myself
In the town we were born in, we dreamed
Everytime I'm crushed, I remember
that just like that song, there's something I can do right now:
step forward, even if just a little.
la la la la I'll sing my song,
with my face toward the sky.
la la la la It's my life
I'll walk on
la la la la I'll sing my song,
with my face toward the sky.
la la la la It's my life
I'll walk on,
Using my own strength
to go forward along this endless road.
Romanji lyrics:
daisuki datta ano uta
furui TEEPU no naka
chiisana KIZU iro aseta TAITORU
nijinda yoake
soshite mata kyou ga kuru
natsu no kaze o tsurete
narete yuku hibi no katasumi de
futo kodoku ni deau
jitensha de doko made mo
kaze o keru hayasa wasurenai
lalalala utaou sora o miagete
lalalala It's my life aruite yukou
watashi no chikara de susumu hate shinai kono michi o
ikutsumo no kousaten itsumo mayou kedo
nagasare tari oikosare tari shite
ima o ikiteru
butsu karu koto mitomeru koto
otona ni natte mo wasurenai
lalalala utaou sora o miagete
lalalala It's my life aruite yukou
watashi dake no mono dakara jishin matte ii yo ne
umareta machi de yumemite kita
kujikeru tabi ni omoidasu
ano uta no you ni ima dekiru koto wa
sukoshi demo mae ni fumi dasu koto
lalalala utaou sora o miagete
lalalala It's my life aruite yukou
lalalala utaou sora o miagete
lalalala It's my life aruite yukou
watashi no chikara de susumu hate shinai kono michi o
