Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Death.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
I love you August
You started when my first semester of my foundation in Arts ended. After finishing my finals, it was pretty much all laid back and relaxed for me. Thus, this year my dear, you have been an amazing month.
On your 4th day, I celebrated my birthday, I turn 18 on that day. But that day was modest, no fancy parties, no fun outing. I was at home, replying all the friendly sms-es and emails I had received. No expansive presents either, in fact, I only received one gift. From my beloved mother, whom later on admitted herself that the gift was pathetic.
But on that day, by the grace of God, i received a greater gift.
The gift of Randy Pauscch.
His story is a beautiful one. A dying man, about to lose a wonderful life, a beautiful wife and children. A man who decides to make the best of the time he has, and decides to do a simple lecture. One that I have learn a lot from
Here is the video, it is over an hour long. I highly recommend you see it fellow reader, I really do.
Mr. Randy Pausch died on July 25th 2008, at the age of 47 years old.
Rest in peace Mr. Randy, and Thank you :)
Then on your 8th day my dear August, I had my piano exam!
ah, it was terrible my dear. I did not perform well. I don't think I will pass.
But alas, a musical journey it was.
On that day, was also the day the Beijing Olympics 08 started. I have to give the Chinese loads of kudos for this one, the opening ceremony was jaw dropping. I gave a standing ovation for the ceremony, even tho I only watched it on a small tv.
On the same day as well, war broke out in Georgia.
Georgian Military went and crush south ossentian 'rebel' forces. Almost 2000 people died in the initial attack. This conflict would later on include Russia, who would then utterly destroy the Georgian Army, and cripple her economy.
For the ill informed, read the full story here.
On the 12th, I head off to Langkawi.
it was a trip organized by a club in my college.
the trip was absolutely a fun experience. Although the 'amazing race' that was held did not go down well (for me at least) I learnt a few things about myself, and the people around me.
I also saw one of the most beautiful sunsets I've seen in my entire life my dear, I thank God for giving you such good weather. The sky was clear, and the sun was beautiful.
Made Loads of new friends (a very interesting bunch), definitely the types I would like to have a good relationship with. Heck, I just love interesting people. lol. so thank you for them as well August.
Shortly after I returned from Langkawi (west coast), I was then off to Kuantan(east coast).
This time around, you gave me a beautiful sunrise.
I love you August.
Loved Kuantan as well. Had the best Ikan Bakar. Absolutely lovely.
when I returned from the holiday trip with my family, I was off to college!
Applied for the subjects for second semester.
was such a hassle it was.
ah well, college~
More interesting things happened did it not my dear August?
on your 26th day, the notorious Anwar Ibrahim won his by-election in Permatang Pauh, thus returning him into Parliament after a forced exile from politics for 10 years.
I liked it when he said that his swearing in ceremony should have been broad casted Live on National Television. (swearing in ceremonies for MPs are never broad casted live, in fact it was lucky for a MP to have his/her swearing in ceremony broad casted at all) What an egocentric man he is.
Interesting times.
Fast forward to your 30th day.
Went to have dinner with my Mother and Aunt.
started talking about our family, the current problems and the drama of the past.
Very deep.
that day I also saw a car, that I knew will be mine one day.
One beautiful piece of art that one.
looking forward to drive it soon.
on Merdeka eve, me, my mom, and youngest sister went to see some fireworks.
wasn't so great compared to the Beijing Olympics, but hey, always good to see fire works . hahaha.
Happy 51st birthday my beloved country. May you continue to prosper and grow through these hard, uncertain, yet interesting times.
and there you have it August. one interesting month.
I cant wait when I'll see you again next year my dear.
Until then August,
Thank you
and Good bye.
Monday, July 21, 2008
The Jew vs The Muslim
Muslim: I hate you
Jew : I hate u too
Muslim: u are so gonna burn in hell
Jew : I dont really believe in that
Muslim: Why the hell not?
Jew : because i just dont!
Muslim: hahaha, GOD is soo gonna burn you people
Jew : nooo! we are God's Chosen people!
Muslim: No, WE are God's chosen people
Jew : Nonono! GOD says WE are the chosen people
Muslim: wtf? how can u be God's chosen people when WE are from ADAM?
Jew : we are from ADAM too...
Muslim: Eh, aren't u from the devil?
Jew : no, we are from ADAM
Muslim:sooo, we are God's chosen people?
Jew :as in we.. you mean US?
Muslim: I guess so... from ADAM right?
Jew :yeahuh.
Muslim :sooooo,
Jew :soo...
Muslim: owh did u watched Dark Night?
Jew: AWH YEA IT WAS AWESIM!!
Friday, June 13, 2008
My OLD friendster Blog Posts.
One Day In Iraq.
Many of us take for granted everything that is around us. We take for granted the food we eat, the house we live in, heck, even the hot water we use to shower. Many of us take for granted everything that is around us, and for that, we are not thankful. So we complain, We say life is not fair... we say " life is not fair! why does he get a Ps3 and i'm stuck with a Ps2...". Because of this, we forget how lucky we are. Even the most worse among us. And so we become slaves to our desires. Chasing the things that makes us even more unhappy. Many of us neglect or reject the idea that each and everyone of you, and those who know you, and those around you, are in fact, one of the most lucky-est people on earth. But we forget, and we neglect, so we are not thankful.
Imagine being in Iraq for one day. Or any country that is ravaged by war, poverty, sectarian violence, daily bombings, and a divided government. Imagine being in the shoes of a normal iraqi citizen.Imagine all the basic necessity in life are not available. Heck, a stroll out for some fresh air could be fatal, because of the danger and violence, your life is never secure. Imagine knowing that and having that feeling when you are about to sleep. Think of how scared you would be. You are so scared you cant even sleep. And still, even with all of these things, most of iraqis consider themselves lucky. LUCKY!!. Here we have an iraqi who's very life is missarable, but consider herself to be lucky, and everyday thank God for everything that God has given her. And then we have a spoilt brat, who has a perfectly good house, good family, good school, and FOOD TO EAT, says that God is being Unfair, and giving everyone else the good things. Complains...
Just take A DEEP Breath. TAKE IT! Then take a good look at the things around you. And then ask yourself, is life really that bad?
In Iraq, bombings, violence, deaths, happen daily. It happens so much that they are used to it. It happens so much that they are prepared for it. And so, every time any of them go out of their houses, they would say their loves to their family, knowing that this could be the last time, they would see their family alive, or vice versa. Everyday they see children dying, blood, violence, 
Car bombs... And everyday they are thankful, and consider themselves lucky that they are still alive. They would try to make the very best of their days, making sure that they would live through to see another sunrise. To every iraqi, Everyday is a battle to stay alive, Yesterday was a victory, tomorrow... Food is hard to get, the occupation is increasing the violence, everyday there are riots, and guns go about a blazing. Imagine being 
a Father or a Mother with children in Iraq. How would you feel knowing that they can never have a good childhood, education, comfort, a FUTURE. How would you feel that they could never play in the park to have some fun because the fear of death. How would you feel, when your five years old child, asks you why do people die, why all the violence, where are all the friends and family members? Imagine that. Imagine, that child of yours, only a few years old, or even a few months old, dead, and you are holding that child, whom you had hoped for, whom you had plans for, whom that you had loved with all your heart, gone, in an instant. And despite of all this, Many Iraqis consider themselves lucky, many of them are thankful, with what God has given them.
Many of us take for granted off all the things around us. The field we play on, the Mcdonalds in your neighborhood, the school that we go to. Many of us forget that we are truly lucky. And for that, we are not thankful.