LuqmanLSG

So... I'm Boring?

2010-04-08T16:35:00.002+08:00

Dear Reader,

I heard many times from many people that I'm boring, because my posts are too long, I use 'big' words, I rarely posts pictures up, and I think also because the blog's layout itself makes it impossible to enjoy a long read. So, is this true? Am I typing too much?

Sure, a weblog is for the person who types it, and not for the readers. But it's an open diary. You tell stuff you wanna say like life experiences or point of views, and you let others read it, and it probably lets them understand you better.

Still.

I'd like other people to read it as well, regardless of whether they comment or not.

But I guess it's just my trademark to have a lot to say, huh?

I Can't Go Around Other Blogs And Copy Their Writing Styles. That's Like Piracy.

And neither can I suddenly formulate some other technique.

Maybe I shdnt hv 2 cum up wit another 1 at all???

You know what?
I won't.

But you guys are spared this time, 'cause this one's short! Haha. =D

Kay dats it.
45th post.
Oh yeah...

XD Hahaha

OK, seriously,

Peace. Love. Joy.

A Word of Advice

2010-02-21T00:22:00.004+08:00

Dear Reader,

Don't. Overuse. Words.

Just, don't.

Making a word become overrated is one of the worst abuses one could do when speaking a language, next to swearing. I mean, nowadays, people can say "Words fail me."

Why?
Because the most suitable words that one could use to describe his or her situation, such as emotion, experience, or thoughts, are rendered useless. Not because of the speaker, who intends the words by their fullest extent, but by the listener, who has heard these words repeatedly, so many times that they have become cliche. And this happens because of the masses who misuse these words in a careless manner, and so therefore those words do not bear any meaning, or at least, not enough to fully express oneself.

We're then forced to look into the language, be it in storybooks, dicitonaries, maybe even by Googling to find other less commonly used words, and therefore stronger words in bearing its meaning, to successfully pass an idea accross. Now, don't get me wrong, expanding your vocabulary is a noble act, in fact, I highly reccomend finding a new word in an Oxford Dictionary once a day, though I don't actually do it.

I only find it very irritating that a person of regular vocabulary, such as you and I, (unless you're some bookworm) would fail to state something without it sounding cliche.
It's words like 'Epic', 'Awesome', and 'Sucks' and sometimes phrases such as 'That's so sweet' and 'Love it!', words that we have grown accustomed to hearing again and again and again, that have been worn out.

Because of this, people don't understand what we actually mean, or at least, by what extent. Thus, a confusion will exist.
An inspirational story of a man who had to fight cancer and a video of a victory in a videogame would both be called 'Epic'.
The Large Hadron Collider, a massive structure that would greatly contribute to the world of knowledge and a short handphone-recorded video of somebody lighting someone's butt on fire would both be called 'Awesome'.
You see what I mean?

What's even worse is that when some people want to show that they really mean something, they resort to swearing:
"That's f*cking awesome".
"Eff yeah!"

And when they're angry at people:
"F*ck you, b*tch!"
"D*mn you motherf*cker!"

And when sighing:
"Sh*t!"

By the way, I hope you take note that I am writng this post, assuming that my audience is a small group of mature individuals who are intelligent and responsible enough to avoid using these words. Therefore, parents, if your child is morally degraded in anyway due to the reading of this post, you can't sue me!

In conclusion, I hope that you have benefitted from reading this article. Let's all bring back the true meaning of words, instead of irresponsibly littering them all over our daily conversations. Let's set a certain quota, so to speak, as to how many times we could use a certain word. We don't have to keep track of how many times we've already said it, just remember to only use them when we really mean it.
Otherwise, you would just be contributing to the problem.

And that is why, ladies and gentlemen,
That I, Luqman AlHakim,
Intending the entire meaning,
Authorise calling myself:

Awesome.

=D

Peace. Love. Joy.

Assurance

2010-02-21T00:12:00.003+08:00

Dear Reader,

My, my, it's been quite awhile, has it not?
It's not that I haven't been having time to write, but it's just 'cause...
Well,
I was lazy.

Haha.

No, but seriously though, coming up with a post to write, you'd need material, an open mind, creativity and skill in putting it all together, and of course, time.

Which is why I think many have abandoned blogging.
But I say "Nay!", for my thoughts and experiences aren't merely going to be 'Status Updates' which you could 'Like' or 'Comment', and neither is it going to be represented by an occasional mundane 'Tweet' now and then!

I say, bring back blogging! >:D

Wooh!
Okay, now,
Time to get some material.

He he.

;)

Peace. Love. Joy.

Pii eM aR.

2009-12-24T12:47:00.004+08:00

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.

Movie Review - 2012 SPOILERS

2009-11-19T21:35:00.006+08:00

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 Problems of a DoucheBag

2009-11-13T00:43:00.003+08:00

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.

Ramadhan (Raw-Ma-Dhawn), Raya and Relief from Exams!

2009-10-13T10:27:00.003+08:00

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.

Random Awkwardness, Awkward Randomness III

2009-09-03T18:52:00.003+08:00

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.

1 Set of Trials Done, 1 More to Go, And then The Real Shabang!

2009-08-18T14:51:00.006+08:00

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:

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.

The Greatest Gift A Guy Could Get

2009-07-28T13:09:00.001+08:00

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.

From QWERTY to CVBNM

2009-07-16T17:21:00.005+08:00

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.

A & B - Knock-Knock Jokes

2009-06-21T16:12:00.006+08:00

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.

Young Love

2009-06-01T15:07:00.004+08:00

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.

For Mother's Day

2009-05-10T13:56:00.005+08:00

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 :

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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.

A & B - Debating

2009-05-08T23:04:00.004+08:00

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.

To All Twilight Fans

2009-04-30T22:35:00.004+08:00

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...

I give you :
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SQUIDWARD CULLEN!

Sparkles in the sunlight!

HAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAHHAHAAAHAHAH
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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.

Aw... CRAP.

2009-04-30T15:18:00.002+08:00

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 :

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 ~~Isaac~~ 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.

I have PROOF!

2009-04-17T14:48:00.002+08:00

Dear Reader,

I have proof that JK = 3.5

His DotA username is wjk619.

W = 23rd letter
J = 10th letter
K= 11th letter
6
1
9

[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.

NickNames

2009-04-03T14:46:00.008+08:00

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. =)

Equals Thirteen

2009-03-31T22:06:00.003+08:00

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.

Eight Plus Five

2009-03-25T14:08:00.002+08:00

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.

Teen-Life Crisis. Lol.

2009-03-18T17:39:00.002+08:00

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...

Eleven Cats Are Pink. Thanks Ashman.

2009-03-09T17:30:00.004+08:00

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.

Long Time No See, Short Time No See...

2009-03-04T23:16:00.004+08:00

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. :)

Humans Are Very Fast at Passing Judgement. And Gas.

2009-01-23T16:55:00.002+08:00

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.

2008 Overview

2009-01-05T23:49:00.002+08:00

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.

The Wise Man Looks Under the Same Rock Twice, While an OCD Fellow Keeps Looking Under The Same Rock...

2009-01-03T14:05:00.000+08:00

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..."
--Viva la Vida by ColdPlay
##########################################
Dang crusader song.

Oh yeah, and by the way :

(Ahem ahem)
(cough cough)
(knock knock)

Me Games!
Metal Gear Solid 4, Little Big Planet and Assassin's Creed.

Wireless DualShock(r)3 SixAxis Controller!

SpongeBob seems to like it...

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.

What the HECK has happened to TV?

2008-12-19T01:15:00.004+08:00

Dear Reader,

What the heck has happened to TV?
Seriously, what the HECK has happened to TV?

When did all the good shows stop?
Where have they gone?

I'm talking about shows like Angry Beavers, So Weird, Dinosaurs, Rugrats (old episodes), Dexter's Laboratory, PepperAnn, PowerPuff Girls, Boy Meets World, Figure It Out, Johnny Quest, Kenan and Kel, All That, Hey Arnold, Art Attack, SpongeBob SquarePants (the old episodes), Doug, Johnny Bravo, Even Stevens, Recess, Cousin Skeeter, The Three Brothers Garcia and many, many more.

Now I clearly know that I had only started watching TV in the latter half of the 1990's, and it's not really my place to rant about it because I've only been exposed to the gist of it. But my question still stands :

What the HECK has happened to TV?

And let's see what we have now to replace those awesome shows :
iCarly
Squirrel Boy
Life With Derek
The Naked Brothers Band
The Replacements
The Mighty B!
Unfabulous
El Tigre
PowerPuff Girls Z (What the heck?!)
Out of Jimmy's Head
Hannah Montana
Thumb Wrestling Federation
My Gym Partner's A Monkey
George Of the Jungle (animated series)
RobotBoy
Wizards of Waverly Place

I remember a time not too long ago when the fun channels (shows for kids) actually had quality TV. From around 1998 to around 2003. Those were the years I remember watching these good programmes. The only reason (and I'm quite sure I share this reason with many other people out there) that I watch these current crappy shows is basically because I have no choice.

But sure, there are those shows nowadays which are OK. Like Drake and Josh, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, Avatar : The Last Airbender, Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide, That's So Raven, Naruto, Codename : Kids Next Door, Star Wars : Clone Wars and some of The Fairly OddParents episodes (Remember I'm only talking about the Fun channels).
Eventhough there are still some good existing shows, they are quite mediocre compared to the good ol' 90's shows, and only make me laugh a third as much.

Think about it.

That's all for now. Salams.

StoryTime!

2008-11-26T14:50:00.006+08:00

Dear Reader,

I realize that there have been many times when a story of any kind sort of starts to develop in my head, or is also developed by other people. They're sometimes funny, thrilling, sad, or just random. So, instead of keeping all those adventures to myself or to selected people, I guess I should share those short stories or 'anecdotes' with the public.

Here's the first of'em! :

NOTE : The following story was created by both me and Sharrif Belwael. It was created from a series of Short Message Service messages, and will be presented as such. Some minor alterations have been made to make it easier to understand, without changing the story. Also note that this story was created out of spontaneity, and one person didn't know what the other person would add to the story, so there may be plotholes.

ATTACK OF THE POTATOES

Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Potatoes are evil. Evil I tells'ya! They'll attack subtly, oh, of course. They know if they attack openly, they're doomed. Firstly, they'll sneak into restaurants' freezers and be cooked as french fries. Then, when eaten, they'll attack our brain and nervous system turning us into mindless zombies bent on world domination or destruction! Aaaaaaaah!!! It's too horrible to relive! I'm a survivor of the potatoes' attack on Mars. Save your people! Save your planet! Oh....." *dies*

Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"Don't die on us! Dang it! We just lost our best lieutenant! Get ready men! He just told us that the potatoes are on the move to take over! Battle stations!!!

Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"With all due respect sir, our battlecraft has been shot down, we've crashed in the middle of the jungle and have been living here for 3 weeks. That's probably why our lieutenant died. There's no food in this wretched place!"

Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"It's amazing you're still alive, private. Try to stay that way. Supplies are coming your way. Let's hope the aliens in that area don't pick us off one by one."

Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Sir, it's just you and me now. And besides, we've been trying to contact home base for the 3 weeks we've been here but failed every time. What makes you think supplies are coming? And what're we gonna do if potatoes or aliens come?"

Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"We've still got weapons, private. I KNOW supplies are coming. Can't you see the supply ship there? In the sky, there. Ooh, the aliens just shot it down. Dang it!"

Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Forget the supply ship! The aliens are chasing us! Ah!! I can hold them off for a while sir, I'm a master of mobile missile fire! You go on!"

Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"No private! Leave no man behind! You die, so do I! We live and die together! Now gimme the sonic shotgun. I'm gonna teach these aliens the meaning of PAIN!"

Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"We finished the ammo for that yesterday! You got too trigger happy with it! I'll give you the destructo-ray, I hear you're a 7th grade shot."

Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
"Dang, I forgot. Well gimme the ray. I dunno where you got your intel from, but I'm a first gradeshot. They'll regret messing with us!"

Luqman (30 May 2008) :
"Oh shoot! I see the aliens and potatoes have collaborated. They're shooting potatoes!"

Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
Okay, I'm watching a movie. Chat with you later.

Luqman (30 May 2008) :
Oh, sorry.

Sharrif (30 May 2008) :
The movie was over 50 minutes ago, BTW. Just wanted you to know that.

Luqman (31 May 2008) :
After fending off a squadron of the newly formed APAF (Alien and Potato Alliance Force), we find ourselves in the deep parts of the jungle where only the strange creatures live. In seek of shelter, we stumble upon an ancient village who lead the primitive lives their forefathers did. After speaking to the village leader, he has agreed to give food and shelter, but for only 3 days, should it be more, it would be unlucky.

On the way to your hut, you bumped into the village's leader's daughter. You both glance at each other and smile. You both apologize and then go to your own beds... Feeling hopeful.

Sharrif (31 May 2008) :
"Excuse me, private, she was looking at YOU. I remember nudging you. I was actually apologizing to YOU, since I was closer to her when she was interested in YOU."

Luqman (31 May 2008) :
"Oh c'mon, don't be so modest. She was looking at you. I have it recorded on tape. Sadly, the recording exploded as it was under the protection of YOUR heartbeat. Since you saw the girl, your heartbeat went crazy, and so did the recording. Tisk tisk...".

Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"People keep saying 'When pigs fly' when they're talking about something impossible. Pigs are smart. They don't deny this, because when we're not looking, they fly to the Bermuda Triangle, and take people hostage. That's what happened to Amelia Earhart, I tell ye! They're gonna kill us all!".

Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Oh no. Don't try starting something new. We're still fighting APAF and you and the village's leader's daughter are still sweethearts.

Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
I'm only starting something new because I don't want to be someone's sweetheart.

Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Alright fine.

Due to recent strange reports that claim homosapien transportation via hog levitation to the triangle of bermuda, we, the Elite Squad of Extraterrestrial Confrontation or ESEC were called to investigate. We have just listened to one of the hundreds of audio reports supporting this strange phenomenon. Me, special weapons and gear expert, and you, tactical specialist and decorated patriot were specifically chosen. We start our journey with HALO (High Altitude Low Oxygen, IINM) jumps to a remote island within the infamous three sided shape...

Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
That jump went quite well. Now, do we enter the border via plane or boat? Or do we swim? I say boat, but we need to discuss this.

Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Boat.

Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
We get on the boat, and start our way. As soon as we cross the border, the island behind us is gone. Our boat is rocking wildly! Dang, we might capsize soon!

Luqman (1 June 2008) :
We do. Thankfully, we find a large yacht which uses a katamaran concept, thus is more stable. We climb aboard and find it completely empty, but the fuel tank still has half of its content. We sail against the great storm. It ends, and we rest for the night, too tired to continue.

Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"Do you hear that? Get your weapons ready. I think we're finally going to know what causes these disappearances... Let's just hope it's just pigs, and nothing else..."

Luqman (1 June 2008) :
*KA-BOOM!*
L : Uh, sir?
S : What is it man?
L : It's not the just the pigs, and it's not only a few.
S : What?!
L : We've stumbled upon a warzone! The sound was a torpedo hitting a ship!
S : Where are the ships? The radar's busted!
L : I can't see'em, it's too dark, but I think the pigs are outnumbered.
S : Who are they fighting?
L : I don't know!
*KA-BOOM!*
L : Oh no! That one hit us!

Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"Fire them back! We'll team up with whatever DIDN'T shoot us! Go go go!".

Luqman (1 June 2008) :
L : Sir, this is a yacht, not a battleship!
S : Shut up and shoot!
L : These missiles only have a 500 yard limit! Not likely we'll hit something! And we're taking on water!
S : Shut up and shoot!!! I'll take care of the leak.
L : Alright!

I shoot into the darkness trying to get something. The first 4 shots were futile. 5th shot hit something.

*KA-BOOM!*

It sank. Suddenly, the loud sound of fire ceased. There was a long silence. Before we knew, the force attacking the pigs retreated.

Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
"Now, let's go and meet the pigs' leader. See if he, or it, knows anything. Hold that gun out properly. We don't know whether these pigs are hostile or not."

Luqman (1 June 2008) :
Uh, continue later, k?

Luqman (1 June 2008) :
We find ourselves surrounded by pig ships. They force us to meet their leader. After speaking, we have agreed to ally. You then accidentally bump into the leader's daughter. Boy is she ugly. You barf on her dress out of disgust. She runs away crying. The pig leader seems delighted. This confuses us, but is forgotten about.

Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
We have to continue this later. I'm a bit busy. Um, do we HAVE to have the leader's daughter in our roleplay thing?

Luqman (1 June 2008) :
It's fun.

Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
Fine. But next time, YOU be the leader's daughter's sweetheart.

Luqman (1 June 2008) :
You're not the sweetheart. You barfed on her.

Sharrif (1 June 2008) :
I know. But NEXT time, YOU be the sweetheart, because I was the sweetheart LAST time. It's only fair.

Luqman (1 June 2008) :
If so, then we'll end the story there, which I don't want to do. It's only fair.

Luqman (2 June 2008) :
Sorry if I woke you, but I just have to continue, I can't sleep. OK, the pig leader explains that he has been taking human hostages because he thought it were humans who were threatening his race. But after he saw us firing at the attacking force, he knew it weren't humans. He has apologised but will still keep the hostages until we help him defeat whatever we're fighting. To find out what it is, I take a look at the surviving damaged ships and inspect the torpedo holes. I'm shocked and quickly report to you my findings, and you too are shocked. The holes had signs of ecto-potato, meaning we're fighting APAF!

Sharrif (2 June 2008) :
Quote of the day : The opposite of love is not hate. It's indifference. If someone hates you, they still have feelings for you. If they really didn't care about you, they'd just forget about you. They wouldn't even waste time hating you.

Luqman (2 June 2008) :
Which is exactly how you feel about the pig's daughter. Lol.

[As of yet, the story titled "The Attack of the Potatoes" written by Sharrif Belwael and Luqman Belwael is still unfinished. Any further additions to this story will be updated.]

So, what do you think? So far, I mean? Rate-lah, out of 5, and make any critical comments if you will, like the no-good, two-bit, crackerbox, drunken-driven, hocus pocused critics you are! LOL.

That's all for now. Salams.

Deconstruction, Depression and DotA

2008-11-07T23:42:00.005+08:00

Dear Reader,

This article will be given in three segments.

DECONSTRUCTION

Change is inevitable. But sometimes that change is not for the better.

If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

OK. There are too many problems with this blog that it is a mystery to how I'm not doing anything to fix it. Those problems are :

1) Many people are taking that whole black look.
2) The blog title is inaccurate. Simplicity might not be supreme, because it is intricacy that is highly revered, works for everybody (intricate systems, compared to blunt straight forward systems) and also amazes people how everything is interdependent.
3) I feel that the blog title is a bit... well... uncool. Ha ha.
4) The "Oost" inferno in me is now but a dying ember.

So, there will be deconstruction of the SIS 2.0 trainwreck.
I think it was a trainwreck because I am very unsure of what I want somethimes. Though, there are some things of which I'm certain I want.

(cough cough)
(wink wink)
(knock knock)

The blog title will be changed, and so will the blogspot address. The whole site itself will be deconstructed, reassembled, modified, upgraded, improved and perfected (to my liking).

Yet again, please adapt to the changes I will be making.
Out with the in, old with the new! I mean out with the old, in with the new!

>~~Supremacy in Simplicity~~
>~~Supremacy in Simplicity 2.0 : The Oost Revolution~~
>LuqmanLSG

The blogspot address will be www.luqmanlsg.blogspot.com effective 15 November 2008.

DEPRESSION

Depression. The one word that can describe me now in this moment in time.

Mind: Uh-oh! EMO Content!

Shut up, mind!

Right. My devastation is fueled by the very bitter fact that the old collaboration, "The Three Stoodges" (mispelling intended) will soon really be broken. One of us is moving.

My best bud.

Now this raises two things:
a) I thought you weren't friends anymore.
b) It's only moving. It's nothing out of the ordinary.

Number one, yes, we are friends. Number two, the guy's moving to Canada.

Ok, fine. Not Canada, but still. We won't be able to see each other on a regular basis. I already know his reply to me should I say this to him. I don't care, it's still depressing.

He's moving by the end of November. Sure we've had our share of fights, but what are friends for then right? Friends stick with you through thick and thin. They should, at least.

You know, I could just keep on complaining and feel depressed about this, OR, I could savour every last second left that I have with him before he goes. I think I'll do the latter.

DotA (Defence of the Ancients)

Woo! This game rocks!

Eventhough for my first few tries I TOTALLY got OWNED, PAWNED, and totally became a feeder, it's still awesome!

YES. I AM A NOOB.

See? I'm brave enough to admit it. Hah!

Ok. This is the sitch for my second try:

Team 1 : A few normal players
Team 2 : 2 psycho pro players, and me. LOL

Normal settings.

A few events:

1) Feeling rather valiant, I storm off toward The Scourge, alone. Not long later, all players hear "FIRST BLOOD!". Guess who died? *sigh*

2) I buy three +5 hp regeneration per second rings, but still manage to die enough times to earn a 45-second respawn time period.

3) I became a total feeder.

4) Every time I try dueling with another player, I always die. (hence, became a total feeder)

5) I held out, quite OK, and destroyed a tower (at least la something right?).

6) After the first game, we started a second one. I got a few "you were ok's" from the others, but I'm not sure if they were being sarcastic.

Whatever. At least I know I'm still a noob. And anyway, we shouldn't pick on newbies. I mean sure, pros are much more experienced and better players than noobs, but we all start somewhere right? Everyone WAS a noob.

What I'm basically trying to say is "Stop it with the name-calling jacks!".
ROFLOL XD

Anyway,

That's all for now. Salams.

Launch Of Version 1.5! (Beta v 2.0)

2008-10-24T23:00:00.003+08:00

Dear Reader,

After a few minutes (LOL) of simple editing, touch-ups, and a little tweek here and there, I have come to a result to my satisfaction. Although this is not the official v 2.0 (as all things are, like when companies give only the beta out, keeping the consumers waiting for the final version, thinking that since it's still beta there's bound to be something new, when that beta is really the final version) this is the basic preview of it.

I will still be making some minor modifications here and there. Like I said, nothing massive.

Oh yeah, by the way, yes, the word "oost." is now my tagline/trademark/signature. It was made up by myself, and was not at all based on the supermodel An Oost or the Order Of the STick, as you may find should you google this word.

Please respect it. And also please adapt to the changes that I have made.

All co-operation is highly valued, sorta. c:

Sincerely,
The Ooster Egg.

Under Construction

2008-10-24T22:12:00.000+08:00

Dear Reader,

The Supremacy in Simplicity (SIS) blog will be under massive (maybe not that massive) 'renovation'. Details are as shown :

Period : when I wanna start - when I finish.
Notification of completion : Find out yourself
Changes : You'll know.

There will be a number of changes to the site, so soak up all you can from version 1.0 (no pictures please. Then again, take as many as you like) :b

As time goes on, things inevitably change and we just have to adapt.
All inconveniences caused are greatly regretted, kinda.

That's all for now. Salams.

Relation Tension

2008-10-12T22:48:00.000+08:00

Dear Reader,

'Tis true.

A most distasteful feud is taking place and I am unsure of its demise. Silly little starter, disappointing lengthen-er, and a predictable end (should there be one).

And so, the tale begins...

'Twas a beautiful morning. The birds flying gracefully, singing their hearts out to one another. Puddles from the night before have yet to dry up. Cool fresh air filled the town and welcomed us to another day.

OK. Enough blabbering.

Tuesday morning. After PE, it was time for Agama, so we went to the neighbouring class. The teacher didn't come so we had the two periods to ourselves. As normal, we were just talking. And then, it began. The horrible chain of events leading to disaster.
A certain friend took out his wallet and looked through its contents. She came across certain items of very high value to him. He urged her to return it to him, and so she did.

I'll spare you the details. Yes, I know, it doesn't seem like much could happen from what I'm telling you, but the following happenings of that little event turned to be ... disappointing.

Yep. That's one word to sum up everything. Disappointing.

I considered his actions to be out of pure arrogance, that is, until I pondered, and seeked advice. And then I realized, from his point of view, this is just another episode. He is behaving the way he should be according to what he thinks is best as a solution, because it's just the same thing to him. You know what I think?

Nay!

This is no ordinary occurrence!

And yet... I have nothing to support that claim. In comparison, it really does seem like another episode. But, it just feels different.
Probably because we haven't said a word to each other for like 5 days, and it usually happens for only a day or two.

It's lengthened tension. That's it.

And you know what really sucks? After a lot of thinking, turns out I'm the culprit. There was this little voice in my head that started speaking to me after school on like Thursday, telling me I'm the one who wronged. And now, it's a loud voice. But I don't think I'm entirely it.

Sh*t. This really sucks. This really really sucks.

Not so much of what has happened, but what is going to happen, or going to have to happen. I'm the one who's gonna have to crawl back to him in tattered clothes, smelling like a dumpster, tears in my face, weak and thin, arms and knees trembling, screaming for his forgiveness. And he'll be able to reject it nad turn his other cheek. It's at his mercy. Argh... Sh*t!

I might not be perfect, but I know enough to 'jaga perasaan orang lain'. Or at least I try.
HIM... on the other hand... is... I guess not as sensitive as I am. Both a strength and a weakness. He is more patient than I, but more blunt. I am less patient, but more... understanding?

Wait.

I have gotten lots of comments about not being understanding from my siblings.
So what is this?
Am I just the whole core to everything that has happened?
Is the whole fault on me?
Am I the cause of the problem?

Am I the problem?

I--don't--know. Hmm. It--makes sense. It does make sense. I am wrong. I'm wrong for letting my weakness of impatience get the better of me.

I'm wrong.

That's all for now. Salams.

Facebook Fever Fight Foolishly Failing, Fret Not! For Fasting Fairly Facilitates! Oh no, A Friend Is Now Forming Frustrations!

2008-09-16T23:58:00.001+08:00

Dear Reader,
Assalamualaikum.

Eid Mubarak to all those who are celebrating Hari Raya this year. Hopefully you'll get lots and lots and LOTS of AngPow. Ha ha LOL.

This year's Ramadhan has been pretty much the same as others before it, except for the fact that in this current one, I'm usually praying Tarawih at home. Saying that this great and holy month is similar to its, um, predecessors, DOES NOT at all imply that I do not value it. I value Ramadhan greatly, and I think that it came in the nick of time.

I'll let you ponder that statement.

Ramadhan has also been a time for me, to reflect, in a stronger way compared to when I reflect some other time. I have realized, many things, and started analyzing, processing, evaluating and just plain thinking. I have strengthened my faith, but I still suffer from the common unsure feeling, thrusted in my heart by Syaitan, aka was-was. It's reducing. It is. Thank God for that!

And thank God for letting me discover the beauty of my ~~religion~~ way of life. Because I was, and this is from my point of view, born into this faith, and not converted, my faith is not as strong as a convert. I know this is not a fully correct statement, but try and observe the people around you, not your family, just regular people in the street. Think about it.

Anyway, as time went on, it had slowly and subtly eroded in me, bit by bit. Not fully of course, but enough for me to have non-stop questions buzzing around my mind. Seriously, Alhamdulillah! All praise be to Allah! Who has rescued me from my ways.

There's also another thing I've realized. Help can come from anyone. Anyone. And it's usually the people you least expect who help you. And, regrettably, sometimes the people you expect help from, don't help you. And I'm saying this in great reference to a certain someone that I have mentioned here many times. You would know if you are a regular reader.

I don't think my "best bud" IS my best bud.

Hold on, wait! Before you start reacting, at least know my justifiable clarification.

To me, and remember, this is to me, a friend is one who always has your back. You help the friend, and the friend helps you. An eye for an eye. Friends are dependable, there when you need them, and actually give a @#*! about you.

Now, a BEST friend is one who, yet again this is from my perspective, one who performs 4 acts : Act of Loyalty, Act of Trust, Act of Awesomeness and Act of Friendship.

Act of Loyalty, basically, is an act whereby loyalty is shown, such as loyally being there when they need you. Always helping each other out, going through thick and thin. This includes consoling, sacrifice and assistance.

Act of Trust, is very important in a relationship. No, it is not only shown through sharing secrets, though that is one way. Another way is to trust one another, not to backstab each other or most importantly, lie to each other. Trust is very fragile, and, should it break once, it is nearly impossible to rebuild.

An Act of Awesomeness, is, well, being awesome. It's being awesome with you, basically meaning having fun and getting on your good side, that's really the icing on the best friends' cake. It's enjoyable, relieves stress, and everyone benefits.

Now, Act of Friendship, is the hardest part. Act of Friendship means, to continuously perform the other three acts, at the right place and time. THIS, is what really shows friendship. But remember, both have to do it. It's definitely not a one-clapping hand.

THAT'S the part that's gone. Him and I, I'm pretty sure all three have been done. Just the last act. That's slacking. I guess I just don't see that with me and him anymore. He never really does any, and I never really do any. I'm not saying he should start first, but I thought that after knowing me for 6 and a half years, he would know that I'm not one to make the first move. I'm not blaming him either, I just guess it wasn't meant to be.

And take note OK, me thinking about this was WAY before Ramadhan. I just needed proof out of observations.

I think the only reason we were 'best' friends, was because of one other friend who came into the picture. And the evidence proves it! I've known friend #1 since Standard 2, but we were just "people that you know" to each other that time. But when friend #2 came, in Standard 4, we suddenly collaborated, and that collaboration was called "The Three Stoodges". (mispelling intended)

*Sigh*... but now, he's in boarding school, friend #2 I mean. We still keep in touch though, with the occasional SMS.

*Longer sigh* I guess you can't change the way things are meant to be.

Oh yeah, that reminds me. In reference to the title, yes, Facebooking for me has dropped, quite significantly too. I'm proud to say that it was the work of God during this holy month.

I'm not sure that should've been part of the post title, since I'm not gonna elaborate on that. Meh, as my sister once said "There are no rules to blogging". Yeah, sure there aren't. But there'll be comments for you should you break any of those unofficial, unsaid, understood rules. Ha ha, whatever.

OK.

That's all for now. Salams.

P/S : If you have ANYTHING that you would like to say, please do so in the comment box. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, tell me or have any references to the contents of this article in person. Thank you.

Unparalleled Unified Update

2008-08-27T00:09:00.000+08:00

Dear Reader,

I have to admit, I tried to have a powerful effect of three U's for the title, but it didnt work.

It's 12:11 AM, I haven't finished my folios and it's the perfect time to blog!

Ok seriously, I just needed to update. It's been so long that it feels like I haven't fed a pet for awhile. Then again, I did have a pet fish which died out of starvation and living in dirty water. Say whatever, I'm extremely sorry for it.

"I'm sorry, Glooey."

Ah, it's nice to be back. Feels like a real long time since I've been here.

So, instead of making one long blog entry, trying to recap what the heck I've been doing over the last few weeks, I made a unified update. (hence, the title name. Duh!) What this means is that instead of me telling you what's happened, I'll let my past clones do that for me. How is this possible you might ask? Simple.

Over the weeks, I've been meaning to update but I just didn't finish the posts. They're still saved as drafts. So, I just copy, paste and voila! You have yourself a sloppy superb sassy sensational sandwich (post) waiting to be eaten, read and commented on.

[the following is the opinions and thoughts of the past Luqmans. The current Luqman now might not have similar opinions now. Should you be offended or concerned, sue them]

So let's start with the earliest one :

Date : 20 July 2008

Title : EMO

Dear Reader,

Oh... crap.

Help.

Help me.

I'm slowly being forcibly swallowed into this dEMOnic cult fueled by teenage angst.
I'm being dragged into a world of darkness
I'm fighting as hard as I can, clawing the ground, trying to hold on
This demon in a cloak is pulling my leg toward the darkness...
My attempts of freedom are in vain, and then...
My feet have touched the darkness!
It's growing on me
Growing, growing
It won't stop
It's taking over
It's taking over
IT"S TAKING OVER!

*clears throat*
Right. Back to reality.

All jokes aside, I really am feeling a change.
You're thinking,"What?! No way. Not you. Impossible."

But seriously? The thoughts are there. The EMOtional vulnerability is there.

WARNING : This part of my entry was shabbily put together, and might not make any sense to you. You'd just have to be me to really understand. Unless, you do, and me saying this is another sign showing that I'm growing up.

I realise I was more fun and random when I was younger, but now, I feel so different. I feel like I'm so, conventional, if you will. I can put everything into words. I don't use to think like that. I perceived before that there are some things, some things you could never explain. But now, I feel like I can. That--change--for me, has really, well, changed me.

I was looking at some stuff I typed out before, on some stuff I just wanted to talk about. I was more creative when I was younger.

And it's worse considering the fact that I have been trying so hard to sound like an intellectual, that I try to shut out a huge part of me. The whole "using bombastic words and giving well-thought opinions" was not true, and only in vain, for I did not grow any smarter. I not only am a fraud, but I am also losing a part of me that I treasure so much--my childishness. I'm losing both ways.

I didn't want to lose it. I knew I would, but I wanted it to last. I had foolishly aided in a cause which I didn't want to support.

Probably, I might have tried to evolve, because it is expected of me to do so.
Peer pressure? Because many friends have evolved, but I haven't?
Hunger for attention? To be thought of as an intellectual?
Maybe, maybe.

There. You've seen it. The awful truth.

Next :

Date : 7 August 2008

Title : The Ends

Currently listening to - Sadness and Sorrow by Toshiro Masuda (OST Naruto)

Dear Reader,

This song always gets to me.

You can feel the sorrow.

I remember watching Naruto episodes, when the dying character is badly wounded, bleeding, sufferring, but not crying for help. They've accepted their fate.

And, at some level, I guess I can understand them.
Why waste your last moments trying to live, when you could just go with as much as forgiveness and respect as you can?

I think I'm easily touched by this song, because it shows the end. In this case, it was life.

I hate endings, in general. Mainly because you don't have the privilege or luxury to enjoy something anymore. Be it life, childhood, friendship, marriage, occupation, having a home, having a family, or even the end of a movie. Anything that started out good, but is coming to an end, or has already come to an end, for me, really bums me out.

Heck, even yesterday, Thursday, I felt depressed. Reason? The last day of koko. Can you believe it? I guess it was because of not having anymore official scout meetings. Yeah, I used to not take it seriously, but after a real reshaping camp, I feel like it's a part of me already. Thanks to a scout named Sir Collin, and a few other Sirs, and one Miss.

To all scouts out there reading, I don't care. Do it now. Tepuk Pengakap!

Endings teach. Mostly, don't wait only until you're on your death bed to repent. Do it now. I assure you, you won't regret it. Just take the time to tell your mother, father, siblings, relatives, friends, neighbours, or just someone you care about that you love them, or apologize for the things that you think would need it.

Now this one is what I want to say now :

Date : 27 August 2008

Title : Facebook Fever Fear

Dear Reader,

Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about.

Let me clarify for those who don't. You're on the computer to play a song while doing your work. Then you remember that you left an offline message to someone on GoogleTalk so you sign in to check if there's a reply. When you sign in, oh look!, there's a notification, you just got a new e-mail! You click on the link and read your e-mail. Oh wait, you remember you sent friend requests on FaceBook to a few people. You check if they've accepted.

Now it gets worse. Turns out they did, and out of curiosity (and pure stupidity) you click on their profile to read. Oh look! He beat your score on this application. Time to beat him. Oh crap.

Before you know it, it's 11 o'clock, your homework's still a mountain, your mother's telling you to sleep, and you still haven't beaten his score. OH GOD.

This is why I hate Facebook. Well, I don't hate it, but it's just, annoying when it wastes my time. I know it's my fault for even going on, but I can't help it if somebody has got a bigger brain than I do (Space Ace, but I bet you're a cyborg or alien) or have a bigger vocabulary than I do (salesman, 6000 over, in your face! book!).

The saying shouldn't be "procrastination is the thief of time". It should be "Facebook and procrastination work together to stop human activity and make people get bigger brains!" Argh! You must know how frustrating it is. Unless you're a non-addict, like Sharrif (Josh Carter).

Lucky.

Heck, Facebook was pretty much the reason why I haven't been blogging. And I guess I want to quit it. Well not completely of course, I have to defend my salesman title. But still, there will be a huge reduction of Facebooking for me.

You know why I'm doing this? I'm immitating President Kennedy.

What you're thinking: What the heck does President Kennedy have to do with a 14 year old quitting Facebook?

I'll tell you what.

In the years of the space race, President JFK made it crystal clear to the world that he wanted the US to be the first ones on the moon. He said it to the world. What he did was add social pressure into the mix, next to wanting to beat the Soviets. If America failed, then who would be blamed for it? He would. He would have the blame and the shame over the failed claim. That pretty much motivates a person.

I don't care about the whole controversy whether man did land on the moon in 1969 or not. What I'm saying is, I want to quit Facebook, I'm making it clear to you, and should I not succeed, let me have the blame and the shame over the failed claim.

Well, it's 1:05 AM now, it's late, and I should get going now. So just remember what I said.

That's all for now. Salams.

FaceBook Account Revived!

2008-07-30T22:49:00.000+08:00

Dear Reader,

Yes, it's true. I've started using facebook again.

After I let my myspace account fall apart, I made an account on facebook, but I kinda let it die, and then I made this Blogger account.

But now... (as the evil genius creator of frankenstein would say) IT'S ALIVE!
Yeah... Just check it out if you like.

That's all for now. Salams.

NOTE : Don't count on my MySpace account to EVER be revived. It's dead. And it'll stay that way.

The Best Birthday Bash A Boy Could Beg For! II

2008-07-20T15:16:00.000+08:00

Dear Reader,

A second part to my already awesome birthday present?! Woo! Woo!!! WOOH!!! Yeah! Awesome! WooOOoooOO!!

*clears throat* Let me explain myself.

"(LuqCrusher)! Bangun (wake up)! Ummi's (mother) going any minute!". Against my will, I got up while looking at the clock. 11:30 AM. Nice...

I quickly bathed, got dressed, and followed my mother to the town Clubhouse. She said she was going to pick up a friend to attend the secret party planned for her by my sisters and I. I thought, "Oh, she already knows about her party? Ok, I guess," but I didn't ask her anything. She said we'll wait there for ten minutes, and if her friend's still not here, then we''ll leave. After ten minutes, she got a phone call. Then, we headed home.

We were near the driveway, then she told me she'll park the car, so I'll go in the house first. My sister answered the door. She only opened enough for her head to stick out. She asked where Ummi was. I told her she was parking the car. She said a small 'ok', smiled, and then opened the door. Suddenly Ashman, Fabian, Billy, Tuck Chee, Ryan, Divia, Audrey, Louise, Isaac, Melanie, Jowyna, Diyana, and Joon Keet all jumped out of nowhere and shouted "SURPRISE!!!".

O.O

My jaw was wide open. If you check my sister's handphone recording of when I entered the house, you could see how shocked I was. I couldn't speak. I couldn't say anything. The only thing i could say was "ha....?" or "what...?". Oh right, and also "oh my god". I needed to sit down.
I was so shocked to see so many friends from school in my house. Then somebody got the idea of wishing me "Happy Birthday" outside. "Good, good, I need some fresh air," I thought. They wished me, and then shot like 10 of those type of small, cannon-type, confetti-shooting, thing-a-mabobs at me. Of course, the masterminds behind all this were my family members and my best bud.

There was one heck of a party.

Food; - spaghetti and fried rice prepared by my very own mother

Games; - like Pictionary, Hangman, PS2 Games, Chess

and PRESENTS! Lots and lots of PRESENTS!

In the midst of it all, my cousin, Sharrif, came pretty late, and I welcomed him nicely. Unlike when I come late to his parties, he would(ahem, ahem, cough, cough). Haha just kidding. Even my bro in New Zealand went video conferencing with my sister on her laptop, so he could wish me "Happy Birthday".

Oh yeah, then there was the cake. Not much of a cake really, as it was actually many many cupcakes with one letter on each of them spelling out "Happy 14th Birthday (LuqCrusher)". Of course, it didn't say LuqCrusher, but I prefer to keep my pseudonym.

Anyway, I opened my presents at the end of the party and got some pretty interesting stuff:-

~2 boxes of chocolates
~2 wordsearch books
~2 Photo Albums
~2 decoration ornaments
~2 sketch books, 4 pencils, an eraser-pencil and a pen with erasable ink (all from the same friend)
~a wallet
~RM50 to put in the wallet
~a clock (given by a good friend who didn't attend the party)
~a deodorant stick (can you believe it?)
~a necklace (pretty cool)
~a rubber bracelet

Thanks you guys. I really appreciate your special gifts and your hard work of collaborating to plot against me. LOL, that sounds weird. Yeah, the whole surprise party for Ummi was actually for me, my friend had invited everybody except Sharrif, my sister invited ~~her~~ him, and I was celebrated, not to mention showered with presents ;).

Thank you, to all who helped to make it happen, for making my 14th birthday a really memorable one. (:

That's all for now. Salams.

The Best Birthday Bash A Boy Could Beg For!

2008-07-18T22:15:00.000+08:00

Dear Reader,

Today was AWESOME! Woot! Woot!! WOOT!!!
There I was, walking to class, minding my own business (like people don't always hear that) and then suddenly, a;

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"

comes from my best bud. I didn't even enter the class yet. Then came a few more from other friends. And then;

"Everybody! It's (LuqCrusher)'s birthday! Singlah!"

Everybody starts to sing. Shyly (yes, I tend to get shy when all eyes are on me) I just smile, wave, and thank everyone.

Wow, firstly, a card from my siblings, and now this. What next?

Awesomely, right after my Friday prayers, after school, my best bud invites me for a movie treat. He says it's my birthday present.
We watched Hancock. A cool movie, 7/10. But a movie that has me wanting to talk to the director nonetheless. Not the script-writers, or the writers. Just the director. It just... had... an imbalance of comedy, conflict and coolness. Yah. If put together correctly, and was balanced to perfection, it would blow people's minds, cause it has, sorry, HAD so much potential.

But honestly, it didn't really matter. It was a movie treat and I enjoyed it. Thanks man.

Then, some stuff happened at home. Nothing bad, something good, enjoyable, but personal and private so I'll just leave you at that.

Ah.... what a nice day. It was very, delightful, to have experienced it. I wish it would continue, but it's come to an end, as everything has to, for it is the will of God. And it is only God that shall be forever, and what He wills to be forever. Bitter-sweet ending, as everything is at the end.
That's all for now. Salams.

P/S : 18th of JULY. (:

Random Awkwardness, Awkward Randomness II

2008-07-17T16:27:00.000+08:00

Dear Reader,

Currently listening to Jay Chou - Fearless

My thoughts:

Shouldn't Prime Minister translate to Menteri Perdana?

Massaging or mass aging?

Mass Acre Massacre

Man eating tiger;
man-eating tiger;
man eating man-eating tiger;
man-eating man eating tiger
man-eating man eating man-eating tiger

What do Malay inmates wear? Baju kurung.

Edible shampoo

Ceramic CDs

Water-proof tissue

I haven't tripped and fell flat on my face in awhile so I have this weird paranoia that God's just waiting for the perfect time to suddenly trip me.

I really want to make cool videos but don't even have the equipment.

I really want Omnimon and Phoenixmon.

I've been wanting to make an ornithopter for awhile.

Don't snakes look like thin legless crocodiles?

The magic of 2 and 5 :

~ Symmetrical digitally.

~ 2.5 x 2 = 5

~ 52 x 2 = 104 ; 1+0+4 = 5

~ 5^2 = 25

~ 2^5 = 32 ; 3+2 =5

~ 5^5 = 3125 ; 3+1+2+5 = 11 ; 1+1 =2

I have a History test tomorrow.

Mustard custard.

Our eyes are part of our brain.

o^
/I--
/

HAYYAH!

That's all for now. Salams.

Random Awkwardness, Awkward Randomness

2008-07-11T21:13:00.000+08:00

Dear Reader,

Oh my god... It's sure has been awhile hasn't it? I have so much to say, I can't say it all.
Let me start with a few thoughts:
"If everyone had spider powers, there would be a lot of web-shooting at rock concerts"
"Jack Black is white, Barry White is black"
"Shallow is dumb, but deep is gothical"

Oh, right. There was the scouts camp. An awesome 3-day 2-night stay in ONE tent for SIX people, not to mention overloading LUGGAGE, within the school compound. Ah... It wasn't that bad. It wasn't bad at all. Actually, it was pretty fun. Yeah... I guess it was. Had a cool time with friends, got an awesome experience, learned a few things (like respect, discipline, not to mention a few songs and claps), went through an extremely fun obstacle course, tried basic cooking, sorta, and etc etc. Now that I think about it, one more day wouldn't have been too bad.

I passed 3 tests by the way, for the tenderfoot badge, that is. (yes, i still haven't gotten it yet). Some people got it at the end of camp.

I think the best part of the camp was MK (malam kebudayaan). Oh yeah, this is what most people would look forward to. Every patrol has to do 2-3 performances which are drama, patrol cheer and dancing.

You had to be there, seriously. There were really cool performances. Right now, you're thinking, c'mon, it's LuqCrusher, he would say anything was really cool. Well, I blame myself for constantly exaggerating but this isn't. Some scouts had recorded some of'em on their handphones so don't be surprised to find any on YouTube.

Of course, ours, wasn't too cool. Er... well, it was actually the worst of all. The audience was just quiet the whole time. We didn't have a good script and our spontaneousness was at an all time low. Pretty much a failure. (am I a jynx to dramas? Cause this sounding awfully similar to "Drama of the Malay Drama") Next to that, our cheer was okay and dance was... abysmal.

Oh my, I can't believe I'm still thinking about it. Not MK, the camp, I mean. It's been like a week, and July tests are in a few days. I guess you can never really forget something as memorable as that. Oh crap, that reminds me. What I am I doing? I shouldn't be typing this, I should be hitting the books! Oh well, as procrastinator-me would say, "I'll do it later".

Well EURO's long over, and guess who won? Oh yeah, Spain won and you know it! In your face! Unless you're a Spain fan; and/or is one of those 10,000 people who swore to shave their heads bald if Spain win (hope you like saving for shampoo and hairspray). Originally, I was a French, then slightly a Turk, but my sis 'converted' me to a Spaniard.
So there was EURO, Olympics' in 28 days, and Malaysia's fighting Chelsea FC in 20 days. They should call this year 'Sports Year'.

Hm... Nothing else random and/or awkward is going through my mind, so I guess I'll end it here.

That's all for now. Salams.

Drama of the Malay Drama

2008-06-23T16:53:00.000+08:00

Dear Reader,

A certain someone had pointed out to me that I might be speaking too much about my thoughts only and nothing else. Obviously enough, it was true. I think too much and never share experiences. I'll remedy that.

Well, it all started a few weeks ago, when we were in class. BM teacher walked in, and the class stood up to show respect and to greet him. As we sat down, we continued the loud zoo parade. Somehow, I can't remember clearly, but he had mentioned that it would be compulsory for us to perform a BM drama in groups, and that it would be included in the 'lisan' points. Some were of course, more enthusiastic than others. We broke up into 5 groups of roughly ten and started discussing.

There I was, brainstorming like a TV show writer coming up with an explanation to when the main character dies. I was trying too hard I suppose, for I had stayed quiet for awhile. And then, it struck! The basic plot was formed and explained. The script-writing work was divided among three people, I think.

A few days later, they were finished. They just needed someone to photocopy the document. Foolishly, I offered myself for the duty, mentioning that my mother had a photocopy machine. Then, I read it.

Oh... boy.

I guess I wasn't to clear on the story. Not only was the basic plot majorly changed, but it would seem that the three people who were assigned the duty of making the script were telling stories of their own. You see, the story is a mystery story with a detective and stuff, full of unexpected occurrences, but when I read their work, it was like they were so desperate on trying to tell the audience who it was. And not only that, one wrote the body was found in the toilet, another in the kitchen! It would need some extreme fixing for a good mystery and also for all the pieces to fall together. Yet again, I offered myself to type out everything and editing it on the computer.

One of the nights after that day, I stayed up until about 2:30 am doing that thing, going over it again and again. I had to make sure that it made sense, was a surprise at the ending and was according to their version. Finally, I was done. A click here and there and I printed one copy.

They didn't like it.
Dammit! Who cares?! I didn't like the changed story! If you want another changed script then do it yourself! Which was what I told them, but not in that way of course. Unfortunately, I caused my own downfall by being too kind. It was like a boy helping his father dig a grave out of kindness, too blind to see that it would later be used against him. You see, I typed the script on my computer, and it would be much easier and faster for me to make the slight changes.

"Alright, ok, fine. I'll give it to you after the mid-term holidays."
Ah those two weeks were sweet. I, as most people would do, procrastinated until the last minute to finish the job. I typed, sorry, RE-typed the "mistakes" I made. A click here and there and... what?! No! No!! NO!!! NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME WE'RE OUT OF INK?! Aw... man...

After a lot of pestering, my sister finally brought me to One Utama where I bought the ink. Then I fitted it into the printer, and printed 9 copies. Phew! I'm not gonna do that again.

We practiced a lot. Quite a lot. I remembered my lines, and so did they. We tried acting more emotional. We tried speaking text differently. Basically, we worked hard.

Then, it finally came. The day that separates men from the boys. D-Day aka Drama-Day. We were first. I thought we already had it down by then. Emphasis on the "thought". It started with an okay introduction, but got worse along the way. What was happening? These people are speaking like they're reading from a book! They're acting was so stiff! And they were so quiet. Even the front row couldn't hear what was being said. And their expressions! What happened to all that time we took to practice?! Gone in vain?! Not to be bragging but I really think I was the best one out there, cause my voice was loud and expressive. Seriously. C'mon, man. What happened? The audience lost interest and started discussing their own dramas not even halfway through.

I was crushed. So disappointed. SO disappointed.

You know what the real kicker was? Knowing that your best friend right after you, the main character, had taken the day with his group's performance, but mostly because of him. It was funny. So funny, I admit. They even got a loud applause afterwards. But I couldn't enjoy it. And you know what was the real extreme kicker was? Knowing that your friend and friend's group, who stole the day, did not follow their script! It was mostly spontaneous! ARGH!!! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate him. In fact, I'm happy for him, but I still have a right to be upset. Mostly, with the people who were my members. Yes, for those of you who were in my group for that drama (you know who you are), I'm saying right now, I'm very disappointed with you.

I worked hard on that script! We worked hard on our acting! And you just, just threw it away...

*long sigh*

What's done is done, I suppose.

That's all for now. Salams.

She Caught The Tantrums I Threw and Returned Them To Me As Mango Pudding

2008-06-12T19:44:00.000+08:00

Dear Reader,

Hi. Me, yet again. Yes. Me. Yet again.

I don't know what's wrong.
It would seem that I am more of an avid blogger than I expected. I usually check every other day and hope to god for comments. I guess I don't give the public enough time to do so.

How long has it been since my last entry? Sheesh! Get a life! I guess I'm still new at this. Still fresh. Still, all, *^excited^*.

Hm? Oh. You're asking me about the weird title? Nothing much really. Just some awkward randomness that I understand is quite 'in' nowadays. With the whole,
"you shot me through my kidney, I called out for horses, they were busy reading books that slit the throat of a thousand stars, and the belly flooped the fate of the dying world, melting,
melting till the ashes of the night come staggering into my other kidney."

And just like formaldehyde too. I don't know what it is about this chemical that is so attractive to artists that they have to include it in their songs. It's just a disinfectant\preserving chemical. I guess people want a different 'flavour' rather than your average John and Jane Doe singing the three words over and over again.

Oh yeah, speaking about different flavours, sometimes I think that we all have the same tastes. All of us. We all like the same food, colour, clothes, sports, etc. The thing that I would say makes us all different in our interests is probably how we experience things. Your blue, might be my green. Your classical might be my jazz. Your very hard might be my pushover. Heck, your taste of lasagna might be my taste of mango pudding. (yes, I like mango pudding, very much as a matter of fact.)

So if you like the colour of your green, and I like the colour of my blue, these two colours might actually be the same. Basically, we all like, love and hate all the same things, but experience them differently. Well, it's just a theory, and it can't be tested empirically. Heck, it can't even be tested at all!

Anyway, thanks for reading and please comment. I'm not desperate, but would just like to know that there are people out there who are listening.

Oh yeah. One more thing. Go Spain for EURO!

That's all for now. Salams.

Criticism

2008-06-07T13:17:00.000+08:00

Dear reader,

Welcome again to the presentation of my radical, weird, crazy, disgusting, awesome, freaky, and just plain random thoughts, racing through the bus stop my mind, TO THE WORLD!

Ok, seriously. (see what I mean?)

Lately, I guess I haven't been able to express myself to the fullest extent, considering the fact that I don't like criticism. Mainly I prefer not to say what I want to say fearing the thoughts of readers who live under the same roof as myself. Get what I mean?

Then what's the point of having a blog, right? WRONG! Some people, like myself, have tried to have a diary but it never really accomplished it's mission.
The aim of having an 'online diary' is so you can share your secrets (which aren't really secrets anymore), vent out your feelings and pointing out your views, without being criticized. Or maybe, that's just how I see it.

I mean constructive criticism is cool, but sometimes, and beleive me, sometimes, people really don't know how to say it. And of course, I've had experience, in both of the party's shoes; the critic and the victim, and I know I don't do well in either of them.

I still keep it though, my diary, I mean. I guess it has some sense of sentimentality on me, and gives me a chance to, reminisce. (I don't know if I spelt that right) Now that's another reason for having an online diary. Being able to know your views on your past experiences, good and bad. Trying to remember what it was like, when you (metaphorically speaking) fell down, and only one friend was there to pick you up. When you saw that person you liked and never had the guts to do anything. When your buddy cheered you up when you felt depressed. I guess it teaches you essential life lessons.

I guess it's time to put an end to that fear, since criticism is inevitable. Starting...

NOW!

... it doesn't matter anymore. Well I guess, not completely. A part of me needs to care. It's part of life, and it helps people improve themselves, if put in the right way.

You know, to tell you the truth, this is the first time I've ever expressed myself to the world to the point of content. Well I guess that's not too hard right? I've only had 2 posts, add this, 3.

*sigh* oh well.

That's all for now. Salams.

P/S : For those of you who do live under the same roof as myself, no offense, aight? Oh, and I'll never tell you where it is.

Blogger's Block?

2008-05-27T18:56:00.000+08:00

Dear reader,

Lately, I've been wanting to update, but I just didn't have anything to say.

It was either that, or there was something, but I'm afraid to voice out MY views.

It was as if I had to say what others said, write what others wrote, conforming to society's standards. And then I thought, what the heck am I doing?
Just following other people? That's boring!

Now on the other hand, I don't have anything to say. Seriously. Unless you consider "sleep, eat, toilet, pray, sleep, eat, toilet, pray, sleep..." worth a read.
What I just want to get through to you is that although there's nothing new, there will be, and dammit it'll be good! And dammit it'll be different!

Phew! It was nice to get that off my chest.

That's all for now. Salams.

Intro

2008-05-23T22:49:00.001+08:00

Dear reader,

Hi, and welcome to my blog.

Just an ordinary blog in the pile of millions.

Like a drop of water in the vast ocean blue.

Or a small dying star in the universe.

Or a pancake.
Yes, this blog is like a pancake. You stack'em up, pour the gravy on, stick your fork and knife and indulge, not thankful for the flour, eggs and other ingredients on every layer that gave their lives in order to make your delicious breakfast in the great battle against the frying pan menace. Or something like that, you get the picture.

This is just a first post to officialize it.
I'm not an avid blogger so don't expect any updates soon.

That's all for now. Salams.