Another day

Another Day: Another Day

2011-09-04T22:40:00.000-07:00

When men started talking,
They talked about the trees.
How they swayed like men,
How they whispered in the wind.

When men started talking,
They talked about the wind.
How it glides through rough lands,
How it brings coolness to men.

When men started talking,
They talked about the seas.
How they send men away,
And see not their return.

When men started talking,
They talked about the stars.
How brightly they lit,
How they brought men back to earth.

When we started talking,
We talked about our destiny.
How far it can bring us,
How testing to our limits it can be.

When we started talking,
We talked about our future.
How it can shape our careers,
How profitable it can be of having a bright one.

When we started talking,
We talked about our mid life.
How crisis would take over,
How steadily can we conquer it.

When we started talking,
We talked about death.
How permanently we would be removed from Earth,
How deep shall we be buried under.

But we never talk about parting.
Nor forgetting.
Nor splitting.
Nor singling.

When we started talking,
We knew we would stop.
To start doing,
To start moving.

When we start moving,
We will know we would stop.
To start stopping,
To stop continuing.

But I don't know when to stop this friendship.
But I don't know when to start my own life.
But I don't know when to say goodbye.
But I don't know when will I say "Hey, its been a while!"

English and its bones.

2011-07-28T20:05:00.000-07:00

Recently, I have come to realize the importance of writing and speaking correct English. Its just like every other thing, this has its reasons, too.

Well for the past year or so, I have been constantly corrected by my friend, Jacky, on matters of grammar and spelling. I tend to let him read my essays after I have penned it and he'll point out the errors I have made. Of course, I might feel a little depressed of how I err for those mistakes which I made are but simple ones. I want to converse in English, perfectly. That's one of my biggest goals in the field of English.

Why am I so obsessed with the language? Partly its because its the first language I learned, and also its because I will be studying all about it later on in the university. TESL (Teaching English as a Second Language ) will be the course I take and that's why I want to perfect my skills and bring them to a higher level.

Each time Jacky reminds me of the course that I'm taking, (and the fact that I will be a Teslian later on ) makes me want to upgrade my level of English more. I know I was better before this, but the lack of reading for these past months has really deteriorated my skills. I'm not as eloquent as I used to be, too.

I guess there's always a way to improve our language, and however uninterested I am in the political subterfuge in Malaysia, it seems that the best reading materials come from these news. The ups and downs of political parties, cheating leaders and such, these are very uninteresting pieces of news, but I will have to say, they provide the most useful information for our daily lives, social skills, and most importantly, our language.

I'm not writing any further, for my vocab and patience have their limits. With that, I wish all Malaysians a healthy reading lifestyle.

if there's nothing you can do about it, try doing nothing and let it come; for natural is the way of living

Dolliwoop!!

2011-05-18T21:52:00.001-07:00

IT is of custom that we start lame ramblings of life after a long time since we meet, but here's an exception.

Ok shit, I'm lazy.

Good Morning, Blog.

2010-10-16T04:14:00.000-07:00

Dear Blog,

Its been quite sometime since I told you stories and had you filled with food. Sorry for the starvation I have caused. Well, I'm here to apologize =) And to fill you up to the brim as well.

Its too long since I stroke you with a conversation, therefore my larynx is kinda weak now and I'm talking with a very slow voice. You know very well I'm talking about my fingers, aye? Blog, I have never been doing bad things behind your back like having a mistress or something. I don't use other Blogs! So you know darn well that I'm very very sincere to you. Yeah, thanks for the compliment. =D Wait, what? Uh huh? Oh! About me penning on the Facebook Blog? Oh, erm, well, ermmm... Thats not really a Blog you know, its a "Note". Well, erm, duhh, I'm sorry alright. I shouldn't have used that mistress out there as you serve me the same function as she does. Sorry my dear little pretty Bloggy. I promise to write on you too if I ever post anything up there ok?

Time has passed so darned fast and I really don't seem to have enough time for everything. Well there's my STPM coming up REAL soon, and I still can't figure out why I'm sitting here typing and talking to you even after my gym session. I guess I'm just a little too bored huh. Now I have been following a new tuition teacher's class for the General Paper, and Blog, I have to tell you, he's real good. Darn, I don't know how he gets those facts right! And he's like he's ever knowing!

LOL!!

SO in the beginning of my Blogging lifestyle, which was about 2 years ago, I had this examplary practice of typing everything in full on you, just in case you didn't understand what I wrote. But now, I have decided to use a little of those short forms and cute little words like LOL LMAO and FML. Well, some of them are really vulgar, and I will not state them here unless forced. The truth is, not only I read you, Blog, my friends do too! So in order for them to understand all my gibberish, I have to use this.

And oh, the Jabberwock!

Yeah Blog, you have missed out a LOT on my life. There I was, for the past few months and weeks, chatting about a dragon named Jabberwock with its nemesis, Alice. Now this is a story from Alice In Wonderland, and I'm pretty sure you've much read about it. So this version had some seriously comedy stuff with a queen with a LARGE head named Iracebeth the Red Queen and a queen with a pimple of a head, Mirina, the White Queen. Oh its a long story and mind you, yuo really have to see the movie for yourself to understand what the heck I'm talking about.

Now its about time I had my body wet with water and slipped with soap and fragrances for I'm going to have my stomach fulled with substances which can make my physical shell go alive with breath and air and with gasoline chemicals. So, its time we said goodbye. Till then!

Love,
Galliarno

Let It All Hang Out

2010-03-11T22:37:00.000-08:00

RULES:
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Tag 25 friends.
5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.
6. Have Fun!

IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?
Live High ( Jason Mraz) yeah? my personality--positivity!!!

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Bengawan Solo (Roger Wang) yea, serene guy huh..

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
If My Heart Was A House ( Owl City ) and "house" refers to...? hehehee...

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Infatuation ( Maroon 5 ) sure... by this post..

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Neon ( Hujan ) omg! i'm a born technician!!

WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?
I Believe ( Andrea Bocelli ) yeah! i do!

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Beerbottle ( Stereophonics ) woah.. kinda true here..

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
The Downeaster "Alexa" ( Billy Joel ) why not upeaster?

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
My Life ( Billy Joel ) damn i'm not that selfish ==

WHAT IS 2 + 2?
Polonaise No.13 Ab Op post ( Chopin ) which means i just dont know the answer..

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Live "N" Love ( Stereophonics ) yeah... f**kin playboy he is.. hehehehe

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Its You ( Estrella ) yea.. its you baby, its you.. hahahhaa

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Victim Of Love ( Eagles ) nooooo!!!!!

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Bad News ( Kanye West ) ahhh!!!!! hahahah!!!! she's bad news to my momma..

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
This One ( Utada Hikaru ) yea lah.. this one lahh.. which? this one lah....! hahaha

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Speed Demon ( Michael Jackson ) woo yea!! correcto!~

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Gravity ( John Mayer ) oo? i'm studyin economics, not physics! o0o

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR
Go ( Boys Like Girls ) yea.. going to hell..

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Make It Work ( Ne-Yo ) thats why "it" works so well...

WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town ( Jacksons 5 ) mommamiyeah!!! i love christmas!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
All Out Of Love ( Air Supply ) are u suuuuuure????

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Let It All Hang Out ( Raditude ) Thats why i'm hanging it out now!! =)

Someone Like You- Boys Like Girls

2010-02-27T07:04:00.000-08:00

I'm wearin' thin,
I couldn't tell you,
The city I'm in,
The streets and the buildings,
The places I've been,
Or where the star's goin',
It's daylight again,
Or where the time went.

Oh. who can save me now?

My life in the rear view,
I'm running from Jesus,
Don't know where I'm goin' to.
Got nothin' to lose, I'm fightin' my demons,
Been lookin' for someone like you,
I've been lookin for someone like you.

So, sing me a song,
I know all the words to,
And I'll sing along,
Could you be my savior?

Been out here too long,
And I've just been lookin' for somewhere to belong
They'll be holdin on

So, can you save me now?

My life in the rear view,
I'm running from Jesus,
Don't know where I'm goin' to.
Got nothin' to lose, I'm fightin' my demons,
Been lookin' for someone like you,
I've been lookin for someone like you.

When the stars explode,
And I'm all alone,
When they start to see the smoke,
When I'm finally burnin' out,
I'll need someone to carry me home safe and sound.

My life in the rear view,
I'm running from Jesus,
Don't know where I'm goin' to.
But I got nothin' to lose, I'm fightin' my demons,
Been lookin' for someone like you,

My life in the rear view,
I'm running from Jesus,
Don't know where I'm goin' to.
Got nothin' to lose, I'm fightin' my demons,
Been lookin' for someone like you,
I've been lookin for someone like you,
I've been lookin for someone like you.

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Beautiful song by Boys Like Girls. I seriously think that this is a Gospel song, and not a romance song. A very beautiful song indeed. No questioning about that.

Hotel Room Service: 淫!! :)

2010-02-04T00:19:00.000-08:00

I want everybody to stop what they're doing. Now if you know you're with somebody you're gonna take the hotel room tonight, make some noise...
Meet me at the hotel room [x4]

[Chorus]
Forget about your boyfriend and meet me at the hotel room, you can bring your girlfriends and meet me at the hotel room. [x2]
We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn. [x4]

She like that freaky stuff, 2 and the O, 1 in the eye, that kinky stuff, you nasty, but I like your type and like T.I.'s, whatever you like. Bring your girls, whatever the night, your man just left, i'm the plump of the night, let me check your pipes, oh, you're the healthy type. Well, here goes some egg whites. Now gimme that sweet, that nasty gushy stuff, let me tell you what we gon' do. 2 + 2, i'm gonna undress you. Then we're gonna go 3 and 3 you gon' undress me. Then we're gon' go 4 and 4, we gon' freak some more, but first!

[Chorus]

after party in the hotel lobby,
then we off to the room like vroom,with the grills in yo mouth trippin up yo blouse,and pull that g-sting down south uuu OK shawty, 1's company, 2's a crowd, and 3's a party. A girl ain't with it, I got somebody, in my nature she's naughty. Now gimme that sweet, that nasty gushy stuff. Ima tell you what we gon' do, 2 + 2, i'm gon' undress you. Then we gon' go 3 and 3, you gon' undress me. Then we gonna go 4 and 4, we gon' freak some more! But firstly...

[Chorus]

Wrong: A controversy of viewpoints

2009-11-13T03:40:00.000-08:00

Wrong, a term usually told by teachers to students, parents to sons and daughters, to point out mistakes done. Usually, incorporated with the initiative of correcting and rectifying.

As defined by Wikipedia, wrongness usually refers to a state of incorrectness, inaccuracy, error or miscalculation in any number of contexts. More specifically, being "wrong" refers to a situation wherein an individual has made an error or misjudgment.

As usual, once in my context, it is expected to be something of arguable value and controversy. Maybe its because I'm a very undecisive person? No. Haha. I'll reveal more about myself in the literacy arena later on.

Wrong, is only a different view or perspective by different people from different backgrounds and different states of mind in different ethnics and different places. When an Asian defines liberacy as something wrong, Westerners do think that conservatism is wrong too. The fact that Asians are more pessismistic prove this to be true. Westerners are open minded, but Asians do not wholly receive that, thus dubbing Westerners wrong and "leading a culture of sin". Paul Herbig, stating on the Japanese's similar pattern with the Chinese which is a lop-sided focus on theories against scientifically based observations, "holistic right brain thinking as opposed to rational left brain analysis". Source: The Occidental Quarterly, THE IMPACT OF ORTHOGRAPHY ON WESTERN AND EASTERN PATTERNS OF THOUGHT by William C. Hannas.

But that's only a view or some opinions from the Occident. We can't judge something through only one side of anything. Therefore I come up with a personal proposal of mine. Wrong is a criticsm. It is a negative and demotivating word which can devastate even the professionals of his own. In American Idol, Simon Cowell can simply put even the super good Chris Daughtry to fame in shame. With only a critique, Chris may lose most self-confidence and motivation and eventually lost out in the competition. It had took him a while before regaining his status of pride and thus releasing his debut album, "Daughtry". Therefore as noted here, 'wrong' is only but a criticism which is bad and demotivating. A negative approach, a killing reality of substance for pessists.

"Wrong", is bad.

The search for righteousness never ends, thus revealing wrongness on the path

Futile Exercise

2009-11-11T05:22:00.000-08:00

I REFER to the letter “Low Morale in Lower Six” published in StarEducation last week, and totally agree with every point the writer had raised.

Of utmost concern, is the time when a school dismisses Lower Six students. According to the writer, his school dismisses students at 3.30pm but those in our school are only allowed to leave at 4.05pm!

This, of course, is the government’s new ruling for those in Form Six. The plan is to memperkasa or “strengthen” sixth formers but as a Lower Six student, I simply cannot see any benefits from such a move.

Firstly, what does the government mean when it talks about the need to upgrade Form Six students?

What I understand from this statement is that the government wants its STPM school leavers to be of substance and quality. Prolonging school hours isn’t the most rational thing to do and I simply believe that it only causes added stress, tiredness, and to some extent anger and disappointment.

In my school, we aren’t allowed to go out of the school compounds to buy lunch, even if it is only across the school junction. Therefore, we have to buy food from the canteen, and eat it there within a certain time frame. This means that students have their meals and snack at the canteen!

And since the canteen usually serves oily and non-nutrituous food, the students are not benefiting at all as it make us feel lethargic.

Secondly, the activities organised by the school to keep students until 4.05pm is not a good idea.

While co-curricular activities make up 10% of our total STPM grades, I strongly believe there must be other alternatives. Some of the activities lined up for us include planning extra-curricular activities for the lower forms.

I do not have much to complain about the planning activities because it acts as a training ground for us to become leaders in the future. However I disagree with activities involving research and development and keeping sports scrapbooks as these activities are a waste of time!

If the education authorities and schools want us trained in writing theses and reports and to present them before an audience, this should NOT be the way! Presentations should either be typed out or written on transparency sheets to be presented on the overhead projector (OHP).

Presentations usually turn out to be “reading classes” because of the lack of guidance from teachers and mentors.

Even students from the country’s leading universities are reading from powerpoint slides, when in fact, they should be presentations. Furthermore, the topics which are “researched and developed” are of no concern to the students’ syllabus.

To me, it is just a waste of our time. Our teachers are also against this system. Thirdly, the time spent in school is way too long! My schedule on schooldays is as follows:

7am - leave for school

4.05pm - to town for lunch

5pm - tuition

7pm - bathe and dinner

8pm - assignments and more assignments

11pm onwards - FATIGUE

This is the life most of us students lead these days. Isn’t it pathetic that as teenagers, we don’t even have the time for socialising and entertainment.

While some some may say that we have the weekends to recover, I must point out that this is not so.

We have to work on our MUET “speaking” test and on group projects. So, with all these time taken, where do we even find time for our own privacy and entertainment?

There will be social breakdowns and relationship troubles!

With the lack of communication between us and our parents and friends, how are we to maintain healthy relationships?

Lastly, what about our academic achievements?

Our main priority is still our studies! Without time to revise, how are we supposed to live our dreams of attaining a 4.0 score?

No, there is no such thing as a miracle, and I believe that hardwork breeds success. However with the time constraints, there is certainly no time for us to study at home!

Even if we do have the time, we would suffer from fatigue.

I don’t think a person who doesn’t have any “A’s” but who has good co-curricular achievements will be selected to enter a local university over a student who has four distinctions, but without any co-curricular achievements.

These days, there are hardly any students without co-curricular achievements since many of them are members of at least one society or club in the school.

They are awarded marks for their involvement, though they may not be much.

I will certainly not put in much effort in completing assignments for research and development projects at the expense of neglecting my school work and assignments.

My hope is that the government will do away with the new dismissal time and let us leave school at 1.25pm.

*to all my beloved respected authorities, i think you can stop the search on who wrote this article here.*

兰亭序

2009-10-19T09:03:00.000-07:00

　　兰亭序，又名《兰亭宴集序》、《兰亭集序》、《临河序》、《禊序》、《禊贴》。为三大行书书法帖之一，系中华十大传世名帖之一。东晋穆帝永和九年（公元353年）三月三日，王羲之与谢安、孙绰等四十一人，在山阴（今浙江绍兴）兰亭“修禊”，会上各人做诗，王羲之为他们的诗写的序文手稿。序中记叙兰亭周围山水之美和聚会的欢乐之情，抒发作者好景不长，生死无常的感慨。法帖相传之本，共二十八行，三百二十四字，章法、结构、笔法都很完美，是他五十岁时的得意之作。后人评道“右军字体，古法一变。其雄秀之气，出于天然，故古今以为师法”。因此，历代书家都推《兰亭》为“天下第一行书”。存世唐摹墨迹以“神龙本”为最著，唐太宗时冯承素号金印，故称为《兰亭神龙本》，此本摹写精细，笔法、墨气、行款、神韵，都得以体现，公认为是最好的摹本；石刻首推“定武本”。经郭沫若考证，以为相传的《兰亭序》后半文字，兴感无端，与王羲之思想无相同之处，书体亦和近年出土的东晋王氏墓志不类，疑为隋唐人所伪托。但也有不同意其说者。《兰亭序》表现了王羲之书法艺术的最高境界。作者的气度、凤神、襟怀、情愫，在这件作品中得到了充分表现。古人称王羲之的行草如“清风出袖，明月入怀”，堪称绝妙的比喻。
　　作者简介
　　王羲之（303—361年），汉族，字逸少，号澹（dan）斋，身长七尺有余约为（1.83米），原籍琅琊临沂（今属山东），后迁居山阴（今浙江绍兴），官至右军将军，会稽内史，是东晋伟大的书法家，被后人尊为“书圣”。他的儿子王献之书法也很好,人们称他们两为"二王",另一个儿子王凝之官至左将军，因曾任右军将军，世称“王右军”、“王会稽”。代表作品有：楷书《乐毅论》、《黄庭经》、草书《十七帖》、行书《姨母帖》、《快雪时晴帖》、《丧乱帖》、行楷《兰亭集序》等。精研体势，心摹手追，广采众长，冶于一炉，创造出“天质自然，丰神盖代”的行书，被后人誉为“书圣”。其中，王羲之书写的《兰亭集序》为书家所敬仰，被称作“天下第一行书”。王羲之对真书、草、行主体书法造诣都很深。今人刘铎对王羲之的书法曾称赞道：“好字唯之（之，即王羲之）”。
　　中国书法第一帖
　　《兰亭序》是东晋右军将军王羲之51岁时的得意之笔，记述了他与当朝众多达官显贵、文人墨客雅集兰亭、修稧事也的壮观景象，抒发了他对人之生死、修短随化的感叹。崇山峻岭之下，茂林修竹之边，乘带酒意，挥毫泼墨，为众人诗赋草成序文，文章清新优美，书法遒健飘逸。被历代书界奉为极品。宋代书法大家米芾称其为“中国行书第一帖”。王羲之因此也被后世尊为“书圣”。后人在研究其书法艺术时赞誉颇多：“点画秀美，行气流畅”，“清风出袖，明月入怀”，“飘若游云，娇若惊龙”，“遒媚劲健，绝代所无”，“贵越群品，古今莫二”。确实如此，传说王羲之以后也曾再书《兰亭序》，但均逊色于原作，所以《兰亭序》原稿一直为王羲之视为传家之宝，为王氏后代收藏，传至王羲之第七代时被唐太宗李世民“骗”入朝廷，唐太宗得《兰亭序》后，曾诏名手赵模、冯承素、虞世南、褚遂良等人钩摹数个乱真副本，分赐亲贵近臣，之后民间也广为临摹，但无一胜过王的原作，所以《兰亭序》真迹被唐太宗视为稀世珍品而最终殉葬，这更让后世对《兰亭序》原作崇敬不已，冠以中国书法第一帖的美名实在无可争议。
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兰亭简介
　　兰亭位于浙江绍兴兰渚山下，据《嘉泰会稽志》载：“兰亭在县西南二十七里”，《越绝书》记载：“句践种兰渚田”。关于兰亭的称谓，清·于敏《浙程备览》认为：“或云兰亭，非右军始，旧亭堠之亭，如邮铺相似，因右军禊会，名遂著于天下。”
　　兰亭地址，确切在什么地方，说法不一。王羲之《兰亭集序》仅曰：“会于会稽山阴之兰亭”，究竟在会稽山山脉何处？并不确指。郦道元（？－ 527 年）《水经注·浙江水注》说：“浙江东与兰溪合，湖南有天柱山，湖口有亭，号曰兰亭，亦曰兰上里。太守王羲之、谢安兄弟，数往造焉。吴郡太守谢勋封兰亭候，盖取此亭以为封号也。太守王羲之移亭在水中。晋司空何无忌之临也，起亭于山椒，极高尽眺矣，亭宇虽坏，基陛尚存。”这里讲的湖当指鉴湖，兰溪，即指兰亭溪。当时鉴湖的范围很大，曾流域兰渚山。从这则记载可知：兰亭在晋宋章已数次迁移。文献中有关兰亭的记载有：
　　《寰宇记》卷九十六，越州条目中引顾野王《舆地志》曰：“山阴郭西有兰渚，渚有兰亭，王羲之谓曲水之胜境，制序于此。”可见兰亭在湖中。
　　宋·叶廷珪《海录碎事·地理下·陂泽门》卷三曰：“山阴县西南有三十里有兰渚，渚有亭曰兰亭羲之旧迹。”可见宋时，兰亭也在湖中。
　　《嘉泰会稽志》卷九曰：“兰渚山在县西南二十七里，王右军《从修禊》云“‘此地有崇山峻岭，茂林修竹'。”从《嘉泰会稽志》记载来看，兰亭在兰渚山一带，当时鉴湖在兰渚山一带的流域湮废，兰亭已不在湖中。
　　吕祖谦《东莱吕太师文集》中有《入越记》一篇，曰：“十里含晕桥亭，天章寺路口也，才穿松径至寺，晋王羲之之兰亭。”吕祖谦是以天章寺为兰亭故址的。另据《嘉庆山阴县志》卷七记载：“明嘉靖戊申（ 1548 年）郡守沈启移兰亭曲水开天章寺前”，又记载：“康熙十二年（ 1673 年），知府许宏勋重建，三十四年（ 1659 年），奉敕重建，有御书《兰亭诗》，勒石于天章寺侧，上覆以亭；三十七年（ 1689 年）复御书‘兰亭'两大字悬之。其前疏为曲水，后为右军祠，密室四廊，清流碧沼，入门“建，虽几经兴废，但基本保持明清格局。
　　一千六百多年来，兰亭地址几经变迁，现在兰亭是明朝嘉靖二十七年（ 1548 年），由郡守沈启主持，从宋兰亭遗址－－天章寺迁移到此，期间几经兴废。清康熙三十二年（ 1693 年），康熙御笔《兰亭集序》勒石，上覆以亭。清康熙三十四年（ 1695 年），知府宋骏业主持重修。到了清嘉庆三年（ 1718 年），知县伍士备，偕绅士吴寿昌、茹棻等筹资重修兰亭、曲水流觞处、右军祠等。并查明旧兰亭址在东北隅土名石壁下，已垦为农田，于是将垦为农田的旧址重新纳入兰亭。
　　1914 年，在右军祠内建墨华亭； 1916 年，兰亭增建了文昌阁、驿马亭等建筑。
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关于“兰亭集序”的传说
　　据历史记载，公元353年，即东晋永和九年三月三日，王羲之与友人谢安、孙绰等句流及亲朋共42人聚会于兰亭，行修禊之礼、饮酒赋诗。后来王羲之汇集各人的诗文编成集子，并写了一篇序，这就是著名的《兰亭集序》。传说当时王羲之是乘着酒兴方酣之际，用蚕茧纸、鼠须笔疾书此序，通篇28行，324字，有复重者，皆变化不一，精美绝伦。只可惜这样一件书法珍品，到了唐太宗手里，他爱不忍释，临死时竟命人用它来殉葬。从此后世人便看不到《兰亭集序》的真迹了。在兰亭里，有一座三角形的碑亭，亭内碑石上刻有“鹅池"两个草书大字。相传这两个字是王羲之手书，并传说王羲之很喜欢鹅，在家里养了一群鹅。现在兰亭的鹅池里也养了几只白净的鹅。有趣的曲水流觞兰亭里还有曲水流觞亭、右军祠、墨池等建筑。流觞亭面阔三间，四面有围廊。亭前有一弯弯曲曲的水沟，水在曲沟里缓缓地流过，这就是有名的曲水。当年王羲之等人就是列坐在曲水岸边，有人在曲水的上游，放上一只盛酒的杯子，酒杯由荷叶托着顺水流漂行，到谁处停下，谁就得赋诗一首，作不出者罚酒一杯。当今很多游人来到这里，兴致勃勃地用塑料杯子，盛上饮料，放在曲水里“流觞”，体味当年曲水邀欢的情趣。右军祠是纪念王羲之的祠堂。王羲之当时任右将军、会稽内史，因此人们常称他为王右军。祠内有许多碑刻，正中悬挂王羲之画像，两边的楹联是“毕生寄迹在山水，列坐放言无古今。”祠内有一水池，称为“墨池”，据说当年王羲之用这池子的水蘸笔习书，把整池水都染黑了。
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逸事趣闻
　　关于《兰亭序》，世间流传着形形色色的逸事趣闻。据说当时王羲之写完之后，对自己这件作品非常满意，曾重写几篇，都达不到这种境界，他曾感叹说:"此神助耳，何吾能力致。"因此，他自己也十分珍惜，把它作为传家之宝，一直传到他的第7代孙智永。智永少年出家，酷爱书法，死前他将《兰亭集序》传给弟子辨才和尚。辨才和尚对书法也很有研究，他知道《兰亭集序》的价值，将它视为珍宝，藏在他卧室梁上特意凿好的一个洞内。
　　唐太宗李世民喜爱书法，尤爱王羲之的字。他听说王羲之的书法珍品《兰亭集序》在辨才和尚那里，便多次派人去索取，可辨才和尚始终推说不知真迹下落。李世民看硬要不成，便改为智取。他派监察御史萧翼装扮成书生模样，去与辨才接近，寻机取得《兰亭集序》。萧翼对书法也很有研究，和辨才和尚谈得很投机。待两人关系密切之后，萧翼故意拿出几件王羲之的书法作品给辨才和尚欣赏。辨才看后，不以为然地说:"真倒是真的，但不是好的，我有一本真迹倒不差。"萧翼追问是什么帖子，辨才神秘地告诉他是《兰亭集序》真迹。萧翼故作不信，说此帖已失踪。辨才从屋梁上取下真迹给萧翼观看，萧翼一看，果真是《兰亭集序》真迹，随即将其纳入袖中，同时向辨才出示了唐太宗的有关 "诏书"。辨才此时方知上当。
　　辨才失去真迹，非常难过，不久便积郁成疾，不到一年就去世了。
　　此后又有唐太宗派“萧翼计赚兰亭”的传说……唐太宗对王羲之书法推崇备至，敕令侍臣赵模、冯承素等人精心复制一些摹本。他喜欢将这些摹本或石刻摹拓本赐给一些皇族和宠臣，因此当时这种“下真迹一等”的摹本亦“洛阳纸贵”。此外，还有欧阳询、褚遂良、虞世南等名手的临本传世，而原迹，据说在唐太宗死时作为殉葬品永绝于世。史书记载,《兰亭序》在李世民遗诏里说是要枕在他脑袋下边。那就是说,这件宝贝应该在昭陵(唐太宗的陵墓）。可是,五代耀州刺史温韬把昭陵盗了,但在他写的出土宝物清单上,却并没有《兰亭序》,那么十有八九《兰亭序》就藏在乾陵（武则天的陵墓）里面。乾陵一带的民间传闻中,早就有《兰亭序》陪葬武则天一说。
　　唐兰亭序五大摹本
　　最能体现兰亭意韵的摹本
　　《虞本》为唐代大书法家虞世南所临，因卷中有元天历内府藏印，亦称“天历本”。虞世南得智永真传，直接魏晋风韵，与王羲之书法意韵极为接近，用笔浑厚，点画沉遂。
　　最能体现兰亭魂魄的摹本
　　《褚本》为唐代大书法家褚遂良所临，因卷后有米芾题诗，故亦称“米芾诗题本”。此册临本笔力轻健，点画温润，血脉流畅，风身洒落，深得兰亭神韵。
　　最能体现兰亭原貌的摹本
　　《冯本》为唐代内府栩书官冯承素摹写，因其卷引首处钤有“神龙”二字的左半小印，后世又称其为“神龙本”，因使用“双钩”摹法，为唐人摹本中最接近兰亭真迹者。
　　最能体现兰亭风骨的摹本
　　《定武本》是唐代大书法家欧阳询的临本，于北宋宣和年间勾勒上石，因于北宋庆历年间发现于河北定武而得名。定武原石久佚仅有拓本传世，此本为原石拓本，是定武兰亭刻本中最珍贵的版本。
　　“唐人五大摹本”从不同层面表现了“天下第一行书”的神韵，是后世兰亭两大体系的鼻祖：一是以虞本、褚本、冯本、黄绢本为宗的贴学体系;一是以定武本为宗的碑学体系。这两大体系并行于世，孕育了后世无数大家。唐人五大摹本，曾被收入清乾隆内府，后流散四方：虞本、褚本、冯本现藏于北京故宫博物院，黄绢本、定武本现藏台北故宫博物院，隔海相望不得团圆。此次将此五种珍本汇于一帙，海峡两岸法书极品齐聚一堂，全面展现中华瑰宝之流光异彩。
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其他
　　今天所谓的《兰亭序》，除了几种唐摹本外，石刻拓本也极为珍贵。最富有传奇色彩的要数《宋拓定武兰亭序》。不管是摹本，还是拓本，都对研究王羲之有相当的说服力，同时又是研究历代书法的极其珍贵的资料。在中国书法典籍中有关《兰亭序》的资料比比皆是，不胜枚举。
　　《兰亭序》是否为王羲之所书，历来也有很多争议，清末和六十年代都曾引发过相当激烈的大公论。
　　也有人认为兰亭之会是讨论军事的秘密会议,是以书法之名掩人口目。无论如何，其书法地位是不可动摇的。
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原文
　　兰亭序
　　永和九年，岁在癸丑，暮春之初，会于会稽山阴之兰亭，修禊事也，群贤毕至，少长咸集。此地有崇山峻岭，茂林修竹；又有清流激湍，映带左右，引以为流觞曲水，列坐其次。虽无丝竹管弦之盛，一觞一咏，亦足以畅叙幽情。
　　是日也，天朗气清，惠风和畅。仰观宇宙之大，俯察品类之盛。所以游目骋怀，足以极视听之娱，信可乐也。
　　夫人之相与，俯仰一世，或取诸怀抱，悟（通“晤”）言一室之内；或因寄所托，放浪形骸之外。虽趣舍万殊，静躁不同，当其欣于所遇，暂得于己，快然自足，曾不知老之将至；及其所之既倦，情随事迁，感慨系之矣。向之所欣，俯仰之间，已为陈迹，犹不能不以之兴怀。况修短随化，终期于尽。古人云：“死生亦大矣。”岂不痛哉！
　　每览昔人兴感之由，若合一契，未尝不临文嗟悼，不能喻之于怀。固知一死生为虚诞，齐彭殇为妄作。后之视今，亦犹今之视昔。悲夫！故列叙时人，录其所述，虽世殊事异，所以兴怀，其致一也。后之览者，亦将有感于斯文。
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翻译
　　永和九年，即癸丑年，三月之初，（名士们）在会稽郡山阴县的兰亭聚会，到水边进行消灾求福的活动。许多有声望有才气的人都来了，有年轻的，也有年长的。这里有高大的山和险峻的岭，有茂密的树林和高高的竹子，又有清水急流，（在亭的）左右辉映环绕。把水引到（亭中）的环形水渠里来，让酒杯飘流水上（供人们取饮）。人们在曲水旁边排列而坐，虽然没有管弦齐奏的盛况，（可是）一边饮酒一边赋诗，也足以痛快地表达各自幽雅的情怀。这一天，天气晴朗，和风轻轻吹来。向上看，天空广大无边，向下看，地上事物如此繁多，这样来纵展眼力，开阔胸怀，穷尽视和听的享受，实在快乐啊！
　　人们彼此相处，一生很快就度过。有的人喜欢讲自己的志趣抱负，在室内（跟朋友）面对面地交谈；有的人就着自己所爱好的事物寄托情怀，不受任何约束，放纵地生活。尽管人们的爱好千差万别，或好静，或好动，也不相同，（可是又都有这样的体验：）当他们对所接触的事物感到高兴时，一时间很自得，快乐而自足，竟不觉得衰老即将到来；待到对于自己所喜爱的事物感到厌倦，心情随着当前的境况而变化，感慨油然而生，以前感到欢快的事顷刻之间变为陈迹了，仍然不能不因此感慨不已，何况人寿的长短随着造化而定，最后一切都化为乌有。古人说：“死和生也是件大事啊！”怎能不悲痛呢？
　　每当我看到前人发生感慨的原由，（跟我所感慨的）如同符契那样相合，总是面对着（他们的）文章而嗟叹感伤，心里又不明白为什么会这样。（我）这才知道，把生和死同等看待是荒诞的，把长寿和短命同等看待是妄造的。后人看待今天，也像今人看待从前一样，真是可悲啊！因此我—一记下参加这次聚会的人，抄录了他们的诗作。尽管时代不同情况不同，但人们的情致却是一样的。后代的读者读这本诗集也将有感于生死这件大事吧。
　　其大致思想如下：
　　一、写兰亭集会的盛况以突出生之“乐” 。
　　�文章的第一段较具体地写了兰亭集会的盛况。本段共六句。第一句交代了集会的时间、地点及目的，第二句交代了与会的人物，第三句写了兰亭之优雅的环境，第四句写盛会上人们的活动情况，第五句写晴和的天气，第六句抒发感慨。显然，六句中，有些是惯常的必要的交代，有些是写自然造化之美，有些却是写集会的“盛况”。名士们在晴朗的天空下，感受着和煦的春风，可远眺可近观可仰视可俯察，流觞曲水，饮酒赋诗，畅叙幽情，何其痛哉!快哉!乐哉!而“仰观宇宙之大，俯察品类之盛”，其作用在于“游目骋怀”“极视听之娱”。这里在抒发了生之快乐的同时，又表现出一种旷达的心境。
　　�本段以写盛会始，以抒感慨终；以做“修禊”为名，以行快乐为实。
　　二、写静者躁者的异同以突出死之“痛” 。
　　�文章的第二段写了两种人，一个是喜欢“静”的人，一个是喜欢“躁”的人。前者“取诸怀抱，晤言一室之内”，后者“因寄所托，放浪形骸之外”，性格乃至行为上有很大的不同。但是，两者又有惊人的相似之处：“当其欣于所遇，暂得于己，快然自足，曾不知老之将至；及其所之既倦，情随事迁，感慨系之矣。”快乐的时候，得意忘形，感觉不到自己在悄悄地衰老，等对高兴的事物感到了厌倦，感慨就自然而然地产生了。什么感慨?有两个：一个是“向之所欣，俯仰之间，已为陈述”；另一个是“修短随化，终期于尽”。它告诉我们三点：其一，事物有生就有灭，有乐就有悲；其二，事物由生到灭，由乐到悲，其时间很短暂，倏忽之间，正如白驹之过隙；其三，生命之长短之存灭，不是主观所能左右的，它取决于自然的造化。由此说来，生命是何其宝贵!正因如此，所以作者才引用古训“死生亦大矣”；正因如此，所以作者慨叹：“岂不痛哉!”
　　�三、文章为批评名士之虚无的思想观念而作。
　　�东晋是名士风流的时代。他们崇尚老庄，大谈玄理，不务实际，思想虚无，寄情山水，笑傲山野。他们思想消极，行动无为，就像浮萍之于海水，随波荡漾，飘到哪里就是哪里。当然，死了就死了，无所谓，因为死就是生，生就是死，“一死生”“齐彭殇”。对此，作者作了委婉的批评。
　　�生和死是两码事，不能等同起来。生有各种各样的生，有的人活得窝窝囊囊，有的人活得志得意足；死也有各种各样的死，有的人死得默默无闻，有的人死得轰轰烈烈。司马迁说：“人固有一死，或重于泰山，或轻于鸿毛。”臧克家说：“有的人死了，他还活着；有的人活着，他已经死了。”毛泽东说：“生的伟大，死的光荣。”。。。。。。生与死怎么可以等同呢?正如作者所说的：“固知一死生为虚诞，齐彭殇为妄作。”作者这样写，表明了他对生死问题的看重，他是想以此来启发那些思想糊涂的所谓名士，不要让生命轻易地从自己的身边悄悄逝去。
　　�四、文章以“死生亦大矣”的观点来警醒“后之览者” 。
　　综上所述，文章记叙了兰亭集会的盛况，阐述了“死生亦大矣”的观点，批评了士大夫之虚无的思想观念，显然是有感而作，缘情而发。但是，作为一篇文集的“序”，除了批评士大夫之虚无的思想观念之外，还要对结集的目的说一说。参加兰亭集会的是当时社会上的名流，如谢安、孙绰等人。正如上文所说，他们引觞曲水，饮酒赋诗，畅叙幽情，何其痛哉!快哉!乐哉!然而，“向其所欣，俯仰之间，已为陈迹”。对此，作者认为“岂不痛哉”!所以，把他们赋的诗收录下来，不至于使其泯灭，而让其流芳百世，使“后之览者，亦将有感于斯文”，如作者一般，生发出“死生亦大矣”的感慨。为什么会这样呢?因为“虽世殊事异，所以兴怀，其致一也”，因为“后之视今，亦由今之视昔”。这不能不令人慨叹作者有一副多么好的心肠!

【故事】天下第一行书《兰亭集序》原来在此
　　云门记略
　　云门书法胜地，历来为文人所重，风景名胜甲于越中。唐人有“越山千万云门绝”之吟叹。云门寺原为中书王子敬居所。传晋义熙三年（407年），有五色祥云见，安帝诏建寺，赐号云门寺。寺前青嶂，矗如列屏。秋如万重，灿若褥绣。若耶溪绕门而过；秦望山据背在上。
　　得知云门是缘于《兰亭序》，王羲之在山阴兰亭写就《兰亭序》为世人知晓，却少有人知道会稽云门乃《兰亭序》失却之所。唐代演义故事中有《云门失兰亭序记》一章。故事所云：智永和尚为王羲之七世孙，（王羲之五子）王徽之后裔。少年与兄孝宾（慧欣）一道在秦望山嘉祥寺舍俗入道。精通般若法华诸经，好禅寂，罕接俗物，以善书名。智永居永欣寺（隋炀帝重智永、智欣，赐名永欣寺，即云门寺。）阁上临书先袒遣贴三十余年，所退笔头，置之大竹簏，簏有一石之大，而五簏皆满，取而之，号“退笔冢”。人来求书及请题者如市，所居门限，为之穿穴，乃用铁叶裹之，谓之“铁门限”。弟子中著名书法者有智果、释述、释特、辨才、虞世南等。智永在中国书法艺术史上的重大贡献有二个方面：一为发“永字八法”之旨趣，逐成隋唐学者宗匠；二为临集《千字文》，开后代书法家书写《千字文》之风。智永写真草《千字文》八百本，施浙东诸寺各一本，让人临写，后遂成我国儿童的启蒙读物。宋书法家米芾谓智永所临《千字文》“秀润圆劲，八面俱备”。智永取名，寓“得永字而益增智慧”之意，确为我国一位杰出的僧侣大书法家。又自制铭制，遂不复作书。寿一百另二岁。智永死后将《兰亭序》传于辨才。唐太宗晚年酷爱书法，尤其重二王。他收藏了不少王羲之的书贴，唯《兰亭序》只闻其名而未睹其迹，便到了梦寐以求的程度。后得知《兰亭序》在辨才手中，乃下勒令，命辨才到京入道内场侍奉，恩赐甚丰，欲诱骗辨才献出墨宝。辨才早有思想准备，他在《赴太宗召》一诗中写道：
　　云霄咫尺别松关，禅室空流碧障间。
　　纵使朝廷卿相贵，争如心与白云间。
　　到京后辩才一口咬定，《兰亭序》已在丧乱中亡失，不知所在。唐太宗无奈，只得将其放归越中。太宗不甘罢休，再次命辨才进京，重问《兰亭序》下落，如是者竟有三次。即为《志书》所载，唐太宗三召辨才，诘其《兰亭帖》下落事。
　　尚书右仆射房玄龄见唐太宗求宝心切，便推荐监察史萧翼赴越探明墨宝下落。萧翼本名世翼，梁元帝萧绎曾孙，富有才气，亦多权谋，接受唐太宗旨意后，随带二王杂帖三数通来到越州，假扮山东书生，径往云门。日暮入寺，巡廊以观壁画，过辩才院，辩才遥见翼，寒温既毕，语议便合，因延入房内，谈说文史，意甚相得，当日便留夜宿。谈及翰墨，萧自称：弟子先门皆传二王楷书法，弟子又幼来耽习，今亦有数帖自随。辨才欣然之曰：明日来可把比看。翼依期而往，出其书以示辨才。辨才熟详之曰：是即是矣，然未佳善，贫道有一真迹，颇亦殊常。翼问何帖？辩才曰：兰亭。翼佯笑曰：数经乱离，真迹岂在，必是响榻伪作耳？于是辩才说出真情，并告：可明日来看。及翼到，辨才自于屋梁上槛内出之。翼见讫，故驳瑕指类曰：果是响榻书也。辨才自将“兰亭”示翼之后，更不复安于梁槛上，并萧翼二王诸帖并借留置于几案之间。辨才时年八十余，每日于窗下临学数遍。自是与翼往还既数，童弟等无复猜疑。一日，辨才出赴灵汜桥南严迁家斋，翼遂来房前，与案上私取《兰亭序》及御府二王诸帖赴永安驿，告驿长身份，并叫其报汝都督齐善行。善行（即窦建德之妹婿）闻之，弛来拜。萧翼宣示旨，具告所由。善行使人召辨才，辨才及见，乃房中萧生也。萧翼报云：奉遣来取兰亭，兰亭今得矣，故唤师来取别。辨才闻语，身便绝倒，良久始苏。
　　唐太宗见《兰亭序》大悦，以房玄龄举得其人，赏锦彩千段，擢拜翼为员外郎，加入五品，赐银瓶一，金镂瓶一，玛瑙碗一，并实以珠，内厩良马两匹兼宝装鞍，庄宅各一区。太宗初怒老僧之秘，俄以年耄，不忍加刑，数日后，仍赐物三千段，谷三千石，越州支给。辨才不敢将入已用，回造三层宝塔，塔甚精丽，而老僧因惊悸患重，岁余乃卒。后人便将它取名为辩才塔。
　　而云门令我心生向往则在于《全唐诗》。云门初为王献之故宅，有王子敬山亭。相传王羲之墓便在附近，昔日智永，慧欣和尚迁居云门也为扫墓就近。至晋以后多有诗人扣访。六朝宋时，谢康乐与从弟谢惠连人称大小谢，曾泛舟耶溪，对诗于王子敬山亭。“谢灵云与惠连联句，刻于（孤潭）树侧”（《嘉泰会稽志》卷十）。南朝诗人王籍虽只两首诗作留世，然亦有泛舟耶溪“蝉燥林愈静，鸟鸣山更幽”之千古绝句。梁代时，何胤曾 “居若耶山云门寺” （《嘉泰会稽志》卷十四）。僧洪偃曾驻足于此，写下一首有名的《云门寺》诗。六朝风流可见一般。初唐诗人宋之问更开越中唐诗风流之先河。永淳元年（692年）初唐四杰之一的王勃率浙东诗人修锲于云门王子敬山亭，有《修锲云门献之山亭序》。王勃也许意犹未尽，于同年秋再次修锲于此，作有《越州秋日宴山亭序》。此后又有大历浙东唱和（57诗人）。李太白一生好入名山游，曾四到浙江，三上天台，在绍兴一带留有大量诗作，写及云门的就有“禹穴寻溪入，云门隔岭深”。杜甫念念不忘少年越中之游，在给友人画中题诗时竟发出“貌得山僧似童子，若耶溪，云门寺，吾独胡为在泥滓，青鞋布袜从此始”的浩叹。孟浩然、刘长卿、王维、元微之、白天乐、杜牧等唐代大诗人都来此欣赏美景，并留下诗篇。据初略统计《全唐诗》直接咏及云门的诗作达五十余首，而唐代到过云门的诗人更不计其数。云门乃越中必游之地，按走过浙东唐诗之路的唐代诗人有名可籍的就有四百余人，而到云门者必夜宿于此，如此想来云门乃天下第一名人客栈了。
　　其中犹以辨才香阁最为文人喜爱。辨才为云门寺律师，王羲之七世孙智永之得意弟子，其生前所住香阁，当然亦为后人重视。香阁之得名，看来源于云门特有之天香。宋之问《宿云门寺》曰：“天香众壑满。”孙邈《酬万八贺九云门下归溪中作》曰：“天香满袖归。”孟浩然《游云门寺诗》曰：“香界登阁憩。” 孙邈《宿云门寺阁》曰：“香阁东山下，烟花象外幽” 孙邈不住岩东院而住香阁院应从心理上考虑。（按宣宗大中年间，浙东观察史李褒到云门，也住香阁院，并留下《宿云门香阁院》诗）当年《兰亭序》就是藏在这香阁之梁槛之上，诗人宿此当为凭吊。另一处“客栈”当为东客院，即岩东院，云门寺接待院。当年萧翼受唐太宗之托来云门骗取《兰亭序》时便住于此。萧翼有《宿云门东客院》诗。诗人初至云门就是以此诗结交辨才，博得辨才好感。
　　到了北宋云门依然为文人所重，王安石、苏东坡、苏瞬钦、范仲淹等接踵来访。南宋时更为一代诗宗陆游的少年读书处。陆游在多处诗中提及云门，撰有云门《寿圣院记》。辛弃疾曾任浙东刺史，从云门后登秦望山。写下《》。
　　至宋，云门析为广孝、显圣、雍熙、普济、明觉、云门六寺。其寺之规模，陆游在云门《寿圣院记》中有描述：“云门寺自晋唐以来名天下。父老言，昔盛时缭山并溪，楼塌重复，依岩跨壑，金碧飞踊。居之者忘老，寓之者忘归，游观者累日乃遍，往往迷不得出，虽寺中人，或旬月不相也，”以后时有修葺，遗址今尚存。
　　明代刘伯温曾在云门居住多日，留有大量诗作。《游云门记》《自云峰深居过普济清远楼记》、《发普济过明觉寺至深居记》、《深居精舍记》、《活水源记》便作于此。明代状元张元忭缉有《云门志略》五卷。现存《募修云门寺疏碑》系明末绍兴爱国文学家王思任撰文，苏州范允临行书。碑下又有董其昌、陈继儒和董象蒙三人题跋，与上面碑文浑然一体。明亡后，陈洪授、祁豸佳等十人出家云门寺，结成十子社。

兰亭序
　兰亭临帖行书如行云流水
　　月下门推心细如你脚步碎
　　忙不迭千年碑易拓却难拓你的美
　　真迹绝真心能给谁
　　牧笛横吹黄酒小菜又几碟
　　夕阳余晖如你的羞怯似醉
　　摹本易写而墨香不退与你共留余味
　　一行朱砂到底圈了谁
　　无关风月我题序等你回
　　悬笔一绝那岸边浪千叠
　　情字何解怎落笔都不对
　　而我独缺你一生的了解
　　无关风月我题序等你回
　　悬笔一绝那岸边浪千叠
　　情字何解怎落笔都不对
　　而我独缺你一生的了解
　　无关风月我题序等你回
　　悬笔一绝那岸边浪千叠
　　情字何解怎落笔都不对
　　独缺你一生了解
　　弹指岁月倾城顷刻间烟灭
　　青石板街回眸一笑你婉约
　　恨了没你摇头轻叹谁让你蹙着眉
　　而深闺徒留胭脂味
　　人雁南飞转身一瞥你噙泪
　　掬一把月手揽回忆怎么睡
　　又怎么会心事密缝绣花鞋针针怨怼
　　若花怨蝶你会怨着谁
　　无关风月我题序等你回
　　悬笔一绝那岸边浪千叠
　　情字何解怎落笔都不对
　　而我独缺你一生的了解
　　无关风月我题序等你回
　　手书无愧无惧人间是非
　　雨打蕉叶又潇潇了几夜
　　我等春雷来提醒你爱谁
　　（低哑二胡..一种凄凉的音色就这样沧桑地诉说着.. ）
　　《兰亭序》已在月色头上..余音绕梁;三日不绝..
　　真正品音乐的人.绝不会说什么《兰亭序》比不上《青花瓷》.《东风破》才是最绝..不同于菊花台的悲怆..青花瓷的凄美..东风破的离愁..而兰亭序更多的是沧桑与无奈..
　　《兰亭序》要阅懂歌词背景内涵..听入身在其中的意境...再与中国古文化书法相连..
　　「兰亭临帖　行书如行云流水月下门推　心细如你脚步碎」
　　「千年碑易拓却难拓你的美人雁南飞转身一瞥你噙泪」
　　方先生遣词用句唯美令人拍案叫绝!以书法的行书行云流水.描写心细的古代女子在月下推门出来脚步轻移的姿态..再描写女子的绝世美貌无人能模仿比拟..最后暗喻王羲之的年代东晋.正是王室南迁落魄之际.徒留佳人在北方..
　　「无关风月我题序等你回悬笔一绝那岸边浪千叠」
　　虽说无关风月..我题序等你回一首诗..但是当手中悬笔欲落款之际..心中激荡的思绪却也不免如岸边千叠的浪~ 而爱情何解..怎麼落笔都不对..若不是真的谈过一回恋爱..恐一生也无法临摹出如兰亭序般千变万化的情!
　　「掬一把月　手揽回忆怎么睡」
　　方先生继青花瓷后再次打捞月色..手揽回忆..何等思念..
　　长天净..绛河清浅..皓月婵娟..思绵绵..夜永对景..那堪屈指暗想从前..
　　「夕阳余晖如你的羞怯似醉青石板街回眸一笑你婉约」
　　「心事密缝绣花鞋针针怨怼若花怨蝶你会怨着谁? 」
　　兰亭序实属句句是诗..条条押韵..意境高雅深情..曲韵婉约有神..
　　「雨打蕉叶又潇潇了几夜我等春雷来提醒你爱谁.....」
　　红了樱桃..绿了芭蕉....风又飘飘..雨又潇潇
　　最后二胡把这种绝美凄伤..婉转牵肠的意境诠释的完美!
　　与上一张专辑不同的是，周杰伦这一次从古典瓷器到古典书法的转变。其古韵不退，却用流行的方式阐述了古典的书法。与王羲之大有不同。兰亭序是天下第一行书，本来表达的是“人之相与，俯仰一世”。
　　方文山这一次别出心裁。把古典的内涵用现代的流行来解释。兰亭风花，悬笔表情：
　　"兰亭临帖行书如行云流水月下门推心细如你脚步碎" 那一段爱情好像如兰亭的行书，纤细，婉约，不羁，似行云流水，却又不乏细腻，有一些青花瓷的味道。但是，你早已经离我而去，那份爱就像碑上残缺的题序，揣摩不定，我的真心要送给谁呀？
　　“山月不知心里事”，风月又怎么能了解我的失意？爱情不在，因为我不了解你，无法捕捉到你的内心，我该怎么办？只有在碑上题序了。看着那岸边千叠的浪，这却是我的行书！承载着我的爱，只是，写完行书我才发现有空空荡荡的感觉？为什么？情字何解？怎落笔都不对呀，我抓不住你的内心！！！
　　“又怎么会心事密缝绣花鞋针针怨怼？”我心中有愤恨万千，只因为没有你。但方文山继承青花瓷的风格，并没有直接点出我心中的悲伤，我是静静的，柔婉的，在碑前题序。只等春雷，惊醒你——也很有“天青色等烟雨，而我在等你”的味道。但青花瓷是一种等待，毕竟彼此相爱，这份爱会继续，只是相见无期。而兰亭序中的爱，是我已经失去的，再等下去，也只是等待一种无奈。因为彼此不了解，所以等待变成了单相思。唉！就把希望寄托在春雷上好了，听到那春雷，你会爱我吗？

The Road Taken

2009-10-08T22:08:00.000-07:00

We often hear and discuss about the road not taken. How deterring it may seem to men and how men should take it and not succumb to failure in order to succeed in life. But I'd like to discuss about the road taken, which has already been quite a negligence to modern literature.

We walk the roads daily. We wak them, we jump on them, we run on them, we drive over them, we ride over them, we chit chat on them, we fall on them. Typically, we live on them, the roads.

A simple device made up of trillions of trillions of small stones or pebbles made it possible for men to climb up the hill, walk without slipping, and a place to hang out. The question here is, how much do we value our roads?

Simply, we'll refer just to the roads in front of our house. We don't think much of it let alone appreciate it, do we? We just think that it is a neccesity, and since it is a common, we don't put our thoughts on it. Just imagine, the roads, which have held so many vehicles and pedestrians, have not cracked easily. The greatest weight lifter on the Earth, I would like to think of it as. It has only fallen to one, which is a natural disastr, the Earthquake. Besides that, I can't think of anything else which can possible destroy it physically.

But, human beings have tarnished its image. We complain about the unevenness of the surface, how rough it is and toddlers forbidden to trod on them. We are born to the roads, literally. The very moment we learn how to walk, we walk on them.

We live on the roads, and they teache us the most.

From my photograph, I tried to capture a somewhat silent moment for people to deepl understand the greatness of the road. How rough you can see the pebbles are, but how long it takes us to the end, eventually leading us to the light.

The light of Eden, taketh me home!

21 Guns

2009-10-06T17:44:00.000-07:00

21 Guns- Greenday

Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?

Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul

Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?

When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

Local Music

2009-09-22T08:40:00.000-07:00

Malaysia is a diverse country in cultures, religions, and music.
What captures the heart of all may be Malaysian food, but for me, Malaysian music is just the cutting edge of our identity. The pronounciation, "flavours", and oaky mood of the songs are predominant in the country and hip-hop scene actually.

Singers such as Zee Avi and Yuna are to me the leading artists in the scene. I'm not saying that the others are not good or as good but due to the local scene's under-popularity, Malaysian music has been in the dark most of the time. Names we often hear such as Siti Nurhaliza and Mawi have already been household terms but we just can't seem to get enough of it.

By the fact that Malaysians have penetrated gigantic music industries such as Taiwan and America, we should acknowledge our own abilities and be confident in ourselves. We're not just architects and engineers but we are artists by heart. All of us. All Malaysians paint a pasrt in the society and by using the language which is ultra-distinctive from others, the country is but a vibrant one.

Malaysians who have made it to other major music industries are Michael Wong, Gar Chaw, Nicholas Teo, and also the religionists Raihan. We can't help but notice the difference in Chinese over Malays making it into the industry. But please, we can't think of it that way. I'm not intimidating anybody by saying so but we are Malaysians. And mind you, I'm not stating anything to do with 1Malaysia because that is a term by the Government, and is totally different from the country, Malaysia. All i want to prove here is, we are Malaysians, and we should identify us as Malaysians, and not Chinese, Indians, or Malays. I know it will sound stupid identifying yourself as a Malaysian while filling in a form for your insurance slip or JPJ when you look very much at home, but we could easily try making "I'm a Malaysian" when we introduce ourselves orally.

Oops, I think I have kinda strayed away from my main topic. Well, back to the main point, we have prove that we can penetrate big industries because we have big hearts and passionate souls. So, budding guitarists, pianists, violinists, singers, make yourself noticed. We Malaysians will support you and God bless you, you shall shine.

And PLEASE Hitz.fm RedFM LightnEasy MixFM Flyfm.......
START AIRING AT LEAST 10 LOCALS EACH DAY OK??!!! You keep saying support the local industry but I simple listen to bare overseas mainstream and where do I hear local voices and spices???

The Azan?

Friend

2009-09-17T09:15:00.000-07:00

I have friends.
I love my friends.
I love all of my friends.
I do not betray my friends.
Each time they need help, I never say no.
I do my best to help them.
I care for all of my friends.
I think of their needs.
I care about their well-being.
I wish them on their birthdays.
I wish them on the strike of midnight.
I think of them all the time.
I pray for them.
I wish for their excellency in everything.
I do not mind them being better than me.

I need my friends.
I need care from my friends.
I want them to care for me.
I want to be thought of.
I do not want to be hurt.
I do not want to be betrayed.
I do not want to be despised.
I do not want to be separated.
I need help from my friends.
I want to be treated nicely.

I was despised.
I was hurt.
I was hurt by a friend of mine.
He was important to me.
As a friend, I took him as my brother.
But he despised me.
He thought me annoying.
I deemed to be disturbing.
All I wanted was some help from him.
I did offer repays.
He did not want to accept it.
He wanted to despise me.
He wanted to put me at fault.
I know friends help without conditions.
I help friends without conditions.
I help friends without asking repayment.
I thought others would think the same too.

I was wrong.

Pretty Girl

2009-09-10T21:40:00.000-07:00

I saw a pretty girl
She stood across a distance
And then she walked by me
I didn't say a thing

She is a very pretty girl
She mesmerized my imagination
And all the other girls around her
Were only but a bunch of extra plantation

You are her friend
Can I ask about her and her hand
I know she doesn't know who the duck I am
But I just want her to know she's pretty to be my ma'am

*She's a pretty, pretty pretty girl
I like her, the way she talks the ways she walks
She's a pretty, pretty pretty girl
I want her to be by my side and I will, make her, my bride

**This pretty pretty girl
ooh... this lovely pretty girl
This pretty pretty girl
ooh... this lovely lovely girl

"This is my first English composure, hope you'll like it^^ )

Current Updates

2009-08-23T09:13:00.000-07:00

I've been quite busy these days, either with studies, or sports. Yeah, I'm quite involved in it now. As for my music, well, its on hold for now. But still, i had a bit of inspiration this afternoon. There was a tune in my head, and I figured out the lyrics. Its the previous post, named "I'm not a Superman", in chinese. So, comments are much welcomed andI do hope to make a good song out of it. The basic tune is there, but somehow I need the flow of the stream to get it going. I will be ready to make it my first hit and single, and not my previous song. Why? Well, I just feel that its not quite up to standards and I expect a higher self. So, maybe this will be a good remedy of my ideas and soul? Just keep my fingers crossed.

Well, it has not been an easy life for us Form 6 students these days, and for me, I am actually undergoing the roughs of life. Starting a month ar two ago, I had the frustration of getting demotivating and destructive comments on my abilities in leading. If I did bad, I'll certainly accept any criticism under the sky, but the problem here is, I did not do anything wrong, and I was just carrying out my duties, who am I to be blamed? Therefore, I made a small conclusion that they are immatured, and They should be left alone to be taught by their parents. And to those who are concerned, I really wish that you get selected for the Malaysian National Service. It is good. It really is.

Secondly, I had an accident in a small village. The roads are very narrow, and I bumped the rear of my car into a wall. That crashed the light and the bumper. So, my dad had to fork out RM281.50 for that repairment. Sure enough, I got some trashing, and some bad words. I didn't take it easy. I digested it, fiiltered it, and absorbed those needed. I'm a learner, and I have to learn through my mistakes.

Thirdly, studies have not been a smooth sailing. Subjects are hard, and I really had to crack myself up to give my best to the white sheet of paper. I finished using up 4 ballpoint pens in a month, and thats quite a lot, I suppose. Being able to write is better than giving in a blank piece of paper right? Yea, its just that I dont really understood what I wrote :-P

Thats for my negative updates for now. My positive ones? Hmm....

A mind of negative strays breed motivated views

我不是Superman

2009-08-23T08:19:00.000-07:00

对面看过来的是你
我望过去
见到了仙女下凡的情景
我差点目不转移
回想着过去
还好我没忘记

我只有简单回忆
你都没有关系
你真的真得很了不起
小心的体会着你
美丽的神奇
可是却留不住你

*我不是你的Superman
不是你想靠的肩
太高欲望的你看不上我的脸
命中注定的权

我不是电影片里面的王子
没有什么特点
我只是一个
你不想抽的签

The greatest reward I've ever "Received"

2009-08-15T07:22:00.000-07:00

See this? If you understand chinese, you totally understand what its said. And the person highlited in red, is ME.
People, if you see this, I recommend you, please, forward this image to everyone you know. I want everyone to know that I, am hated.
Because of what?
Well, mainly because I CARRIED OUT MY DUTIES THE WAY IT SHOULD BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

C'mon folks! I was just carrying out my duty!! That is the way to teach marching! If I do it the soft way, will anyone learn??? If you are concerned in this case, will you learn??!!! Its only by hard force and powerful mental inflictions that can only bring about a successful marching team! If those people in the team are angry, I understand that, and I NEED that anger in them. Why? Because anger will boost one's discipline towards an action----reverse reaction. But carrying out duties responsibly, tiring even myself, I really cannot take this.

I will only do whatever is ordered, and I will do my very best in all that I do. Being a "ketua Platun", I am only dedicated to my duty. I won't do more, and I won't do less, I will only strive to make the best out of anything. And if you said I tired you guys out, WAKE UP! YOU ARE NOT AT HOME! THIS IS A TRAINING GROUND FOR YOUR FUTURE! All the bunch of immature people really brings about complications. But still, nothing will shake my foundations of my principles-- to do things with my best.

I, make a vow, that I will create the best marching team in Ketari history.
I, will not comply to objections.
Nothing.

Local Aqua-Eatery, Splendid FOOD! ^^

2009-08-01T00:02:00.000-07:00

Its at Temerloh, Pahang.
Its pari fish.
Its cockles.
Its prawns.
Its sotong.
Its crab.
Its LOVELY.
And its bakared!

Lovely food!

Last night my friends and I went to Temerloh for dinner. So, we took the choice of ikan bakar at a famous hawker stall. As usual, the floors and the surrounding of a hawker stall is not as "demure" as classy restaurants. The chairs and tables were very old, made of cheap plastic. So we opted for an open air space and ordered our food. We had a big rayfish, squid, crab, prawns, and cockles. Besides that, we also ordered some bak kut teh and Hokkien noodles from the other stall, but that's not the main point. So we sat down, and chatted while waiting for the food. I reminisced the old times I had with my parents when we had this ikan bakar once in a blue moon, a priviledged dinner. It is still. Well, and the food came very fast! The first to reach was the cockles, and three home made sauces.

WOW!!!

The food was awesome! The cockles were so fresh, and the sauce was oh-so-tasty! Sour and spicy sauce, it went absolutely perfect with the cockles! We didn;t care about hygiene, we didn't care about looking good, but we just used our hands and figers to dig it open and ate Barbarian-style. We didn't notice the time when we were eating and the second dish came. It was the prawns!!

WOW!!!

The prawns were AWESOME!! That was my favourite dish among all! The prawns were BIG!! Measuring about 10-15 centimeters longitudinal each! I had around 7-8 of them and they were so so so so so so so GOOD!!! It as covered in dry sauce, with spices sprinkled all over it, and the flesh was, oh............sweet and fresh! It was crispy at the legs and the head was full of those orange like substances, NICE! Then, the rayfish came.

WOW!

The rayfish was perfectly cooked! Just cooked! Nothing overdone, and it was very fresh! It tasted so good even without the sauce! It was quite a big fish, but still, the 6 of us managed to finish it off! We tried dipping it into the sour sauce, and oh-my-God was what came out of our mouths! Exceptionally perfect! Then, the sotongs came.

WOW!!!

It was sour sotong with tastes of spicy here and there! It was juicy, and not overcooked! It was just perfect. If I'm not mistaken, I think I finished half the plate ( sorry, friends ^^ ). And the last to come was the crabs.

WOW!!!

They were HUGE!!! The crab meat was so soft and tender, so fresh and so sweet! It was baked to perfection, and none of the meat was hard. None! Oh my God, it was heavenly!

I didn't try the Hokkien noodles, bak kut teh, and the loh shee fun, but the feedback from my friends was, ITS SUPERBLY NICE!!! TRY SOME LAR! Well, the reason I didn't want to try it is, I want to whack more of those seafood!!! HAHA!!

Really, it was a meal that made it worth blogging. The food, the good and homely people, the slow life in Temerloh... Its not only about the meal, its about the experience.

Say we go again next year....?

Good food is what quenches the pangs, but overeating is what drenches the strength.

The Hare And The Tortoise, Part 2

2009-07-30T21:48:00.000-07:00

Aesop's famous fable, The Hare And The Tortoise, and I'm quite sure that you completely know what I'm talking about. Well, here's one for you: The Hare And The Tortoise, Part 2. Now I guess many don't know about it right? Allow me to spin the sequel to the award winning fable.

One day, the hare was talking to himself.
"I wondered how did my grandfather lose to the tortoisae last time... Maybe, he was old and sick? But no, he was very young and active that time! So, it is IMPOSSIBLE my grandfather lost! The tortoise was very slow, and the hare's speed is incomparable to that of the stupid tortoise's! No no no no... He couldn't have lost! ......"

As he spoke, he became more and more infuriated, and he babbled on.

"It is impossible, no way my grandpa could have lost to him! Alright, to make things right, I'm going to settle this once and for all! "

And so, he went to look for the tortoise's grandson, Slow-tort. This hare, Speed-air, went to his house and banged on his door.

"Hey, Slow-tort! Come out! "
Slowly and soft-spoken, Slow-tort came out.
"Yes, Speed-air? What do you want? "
"Yea, remember the race between our grandpas? "
"Yes, my grandad Slower-tort won it. Why? "
"Thats now HISTORY! I'm challenging you to another race! Its you and me this time, and I'm gonna beat you flat! "
Steadily and sleepily, he answered.
"Oh, ok then. "
"We'll do it the simplest way! A race up this hill, straight up, no windings and turns! The first to reach, wins! "
"Oh, ok. "

It is a very high hill. The highest in the jungle, and its gradient increases as it goes. But a hare can easily outrun a tortoise with that location. Practically, there isn't even a glimpse of hope for the tortoise's victory. So, the hare gathered some other animals to be witnessess, and a straight route was marked all the way up the hill. So when the day came, the both were ready at the starting point.

In his heart, the hare told himself: This is the time. This is the chance to redeem the name of my family. I'm not going to repeat the mistake my grandfather did, I'm going to stay awake! I will beat him fair and square!

So, the judge gave the count.

"3...2...1...GO! "

VROOM!! The hare sped off with lightning speed. His limbs kicking to the nack as fast and energetic as he could. His eyes were focused on the apex of the hill, doing the best he could. All his muscles were working hard, and mind you, he was fast.

Halfway up the hill, the hare started to grow tired, hungry, and SLEEPY. So the hare said to himself: " I cannot fall asleep! Don't fall asleep! Go on! I'm almost there! "

No matter how tired he was, he continued with all his might. He ran and ran, shooting up to the finishing line. Just before the finishing line, he stopped down, and looked front. No, the tortoise wasn't there. He looked sideways, no, no sight of Slow-tort. He turned and look behind, but, he didn't see Slow-tort too.

So, where is Slow-tort.

Speed-air looked front again, and in front of him, stood Slow-tort!

Slow-tort won again!

"......!! Wha...! You..you.....won?????! You beat me?! Impossible!! How could it be!!! You didn't overtake me, I was ahead, you were no where to be seen! How did you win?!! "

"Well, of course I couldn't have overtook you. So, once the match started, I clung to your tail. Man, you ran fast! I was swung to the sides and was bumping up and down! I was so afraid that I would lose grip and fall! But upon reaching the finishing line, you stopped. There I caught a sigh of relief. But the best part was, the moment you turned around to see where I was, your tail flung me to the finishing line! So, thank you for making me a victor! "

"... ..."

Professionals

2009-07-24T08:35:00.000-07:00

In narrow usage, not all expertise is considered a profession. Although sometimes referred to as professions, such occupations as skilled construction work are more generally thought of as trades or crafts. The completion of an apprenticeship is generally associated with skilled labor or trades such as carpenter, electrician, plumber, bricklayer and other similar occupations. A related (though not always valid) distinction would be that a professional does mainly mental or administrative work, as opposed to engaging in physical work. Many companies include the word professional in their company name to signify the quality of their workmanship or service.
( As quoted by Wikipedia )

Proffesionals are often defined as white collar people, people of high proficiency in jobs which serve well to the society. Usually, professionals are referred to people working in offices, such as lawyers and doctors, and they have a more lucrative income, compared to the lower level earning group.

So in that case, who are the non-proffesionals? Logically, people who do not have a specific skill or advantage are considered in the class, as referred to the above. So, who exactly make up the above class? Basically, they are the construction workers, the labourers. But as my attitude prefers me to be, I'm always objecting and questioning FACTS. Facts are nothing but acknowledged statements, so I'm here to question them. Professionals, are not to be divided into groups like that.

I agree to the fact that professionals are people who have a specific skill and they are people who work under a limited job scope, narrowing down the possibility of inconfirmation, unsureness, and error. Therefore, we go to specialists, such as the opticians, psychiatrists, and dentists. These are the people whom we put trust on, and pay them a lot more money. But, we tend to forget the existence of labourers, the existence of builders, the existence of maids. These are the people who happen to be the most important people in our lives, who play a "men's needs" role, and yet, are the lowest earning group in the society. Why is this happening?

Can we survive without the existence of lawyers, politicians?
Can we survive without the existence of waste sanitizers, construction labourers?

You have the answer in your heart, and I know the answer too. Definitely, in this fast paced, ever growing industry savvy world of money and lavish lifestyles, we have generated an uncountable amount of unwanted materials, called garbage, in layman's terms. I prefer to call them, wastes. Wastes have accumulated over the years, and has reached a very fearful state. Not to quote the amount of wastes, there are 261 landfills in Malaysia now. Landfills increase with the amount of waste collected, and the size of each landfill are as big as 5 football fields. So, imagine the damage done to the environment. Wihout waste sanitizers, where do we find people to handle all these wastes? Are you going to do that? They are the waste professionals who do that! I'm not cynical here, but I'm making a point that those people from Alam Flora are not useless people, but they are proffesionals who handle the garbage well, and keeping the environment clean! I do hope that the Asian mentality which goes "study hard, or you'll end up like the useless creatures such as the dump collectors" will be abolished. I suggest that the waste sanitizers be given free uniforms that look pleasant and smart, and the vehicles used be modified and improved, lowering the foul smell that is produced. This will not only improve the image of the waste sanitizers, but also raise their confidence level and boost their pride.

What about construction workers? Those people who mix the cement compunds and those who arrange the bricks and cuts them to appropriate sizes? Is the doctor going to do it for his own clinic? Is the lawyer doing it for his court? Construction workers are needed because they are the ones who have the centralized skills in order to make these happen. Only they know the trade, and they know it well. Thus, they are professionals, too. We keep on declaring that our country is a reigning city of famed development, of sparkling lifestyles, of distinct planning. Not to insult, but just a comment, I feel that these are only plans and dreams if construction workers and builders are not considered as professionals. People only work to their maximum, reaching an optimum level of productivity, only when the person is motivated. As implied from McGregor's Theory X, people are only willing to do work when motivated or pushed, because people are lazy. So, isn't it only wise and rational if the government provides incentives and boosts labourers' pride and status by providing them safety instruments at construction sites, thus ensuring the worker's safety and well-being. Mobile or temporary well-conditioned rest rooms should be placed near constructions sites to ensure the workers get enough rest to maximise the productivity.

In a nutshell, all working people are proffesionals in their own field, and people should recognize everyone by their strengths, and not their cons. We should learn good traits from each other, and leave or ignore the bad traits.

Live and let live.

I'm a professional writer, but I did not state it in my blog just to attract your attention

Freedom Of Speech

2009-07-18T00:18:00.000-07:00

Perkara 10. Kebebasan bercakap, berhimpun dan berpersatuan.

(1) Tertakluk kepada Fasal (2), (3) dan (4)—
(a) tiap-tiap warganegara berhak kepada kebebasan bercakap dan bersuara;
(b) semua warganegara berhak untuk berhimpun secara aman dan tanpa senjata;
(c) semua warganegara berhak untuk membentuk persatuan.

This is part of the Malaysian Constitution on the topic of "Freedom Of Speech". Its stated that every Malaysian citizen has the rights to speak up for themselves, group peaefully, and form organizations. Could you please set your mind to apply this into school rules? This is to help you to have a better understanding of the matter below.

Recently, the Form 6 teachers from our schools namely Academicians, received nameless letters from the lower six students. The teachers were pissed off by this act and went to all lower six classes just to find out the culprit. And they came into our class. Below will be a translated version of what the teachers have said based on what I can recall.

"As you know, we have received two unnamed letters by the lower six students. Have you seen the letters? If not, let me read out some of the points to you. We, form 6 students, do not oblige to the change of teachers for our subjects. Reasons is that we will get very confused by the difference in teaching and may not be able to do well in our examinations. So, failing to note the class you're in, the teachers concerned, and the subjects, how are we teachers possibly going to solve the matter? We will take into consideration all of your suggestions, provided you notify us correctly, the legal way. I want to know who is the one who wrote these two letters. I'm not going to scold you, we just want to know who he or she is. Thats all. Please coorperate with us, if not, you will be called to gather at the meeting room after school today until the culprit admits his doing. "

Truthfully, upon hearing that, I was on my heat. I really had the mind to search the culprit and give him or her a trashing of my own, and then hand the culprit over to the teachers. I was very angry. But somehow or rather, I kept steady, and told myself to think rationally and straight. But being a very responding person, I was unable to keep steady at that moment. And I really have to thank a teacher for this, for she gave us a suggestion to write a letter to the teachers, clarifying our unguilt. On the spot, my mind cleared up, and I was the mastermind for a letter to the teachers. With the help and support from my fellow friends, we managed to come out with a beautiful letter, complete with pointed out facts, class, and personal signatures from all the members of our class. It was definitely, legal.

I'm not blaming the teachers for this. They have been acting extraordinarily, but it was for the better of us students. If they did not want to help us, they could easily ignore the letter and carry on with the change of schedule to their own liking. I respect my teachers based on this point-- Understanding.

Freedom Of Speech, yes it should be practiced.
Freedom of Speech, no, it shouldn't be practiced, illegally.

Perennially Ephemeral

2009-07-10T03:09:00.000-07:00

Mind you, this is another of my long-winded thesis on life, so, be prepared for this intresting ride.
No. Life is not eternal, and that's an already known fact. Although it is just plain common sense that mortality if for only a limited period of time, it remains standing as a registered fact to be said.
A perennial life, thats immortality, and that is only owned by the One above--God.
An ephemeral life, thats mortality and thats us.
Hence, the creation of the title perennially ephemeral for men's life.
The pioneered DNA cloning with a hope that species can live forever has been proven unsuccesfull. In most cases, organisms even die in a much faster pace. Thus, men can never claim a perennial life. Once you are born into this world, you are born to be dead. Truly, after deep thoughts and controversy between me and my own mind, I come to a hypothesis that people, animals, and vegetations are born to die. That's the humane purpose in life without the account of God and the social world. The hypothesis is tested through the blind observation of mankind, which jumps to a conclusion that all men die. All animals die. And all vegetations die, even if they live for a very long span. Well, around two weeks ago, the death of King Of Pop Michael Jackson was announced and that really shooked and shock the world. It shocked me too. I was stunned and my staring in disbelief at the news was comparable to a goldfish's eyes looking blankly at you. The Greatest Entertainer In The World, as his first music producer put him. With written condolences from Nelson Mandela, Diana Ross, celebrity tributes by diva Mariah Carey, talented Stevie Wonder, his valediction was certainly of a top class stunner, not to mention even greater mourned than the death of a ruling king. And then we try to ask ourselves, why is his death so greatly mourned? Wasn't he just another living being? A walking creature with 4 limbs and two which unify the ground and get weary after twenty metres of walk? Wasn't he like you, and me? We were the same, but why the attention? My great-grandmother, living very well past 51, did not have such "grandeur" of the likes of the King. So, did he actually deserve the overly loud and echoistic funeral and memorial?
Logically, no.
Simbolically, yes.
Humanely, yes.
Rasionall, no.
Economy wise, no.
Memorably, yes.
Meritoriously, yes.
A short lasting life similar to that of King Of Rock 'n' Roll Elvis Presley's. Michael Joseph Jackson, who wed Lisa Marie Presley, and later divorced and wed Devvie Rowe in a short time said that if he died early.. It seemed that he predicted his life, but how well did he predict it? He did not leave anything behind, there was no statement seen. He just collapsed from cardiac arrest *read: heartattack* and just died like that. So, how well and precise can you predict your DEATH? Men can no longer live forever. Not like the lives of Noah, Moses, and those of their generation who lived up to 700 years old.
When do you die?
Before you turn 90?
After your marriage?
After your last son is born?
After you graduate from Harvard?
Next year?
Next month?
Next week?
Tomorrow?
Tonight?
An hour later?
5 minutes after this?
The next moment?
Now?
Don't tell me you know. No one on Earth can possibly say that. Doctors say that you have 3 months to live are lieing to you. Who knows? Maybe an earthquake occurs in the middle of nowhere and it just trembles across the miles, comes to your room, and just breaks the ceiling in your room, causing the million dollar chandeliar come crushing down on you, defecting your bones, muscles, and your body? Lastly your spirit?
How can someone make a promise when he doesn't even know that the day mentioned in the promise will ever arrive? I promise, I swear, take my word... These are nonsense. So, don't promise anymore. Just do what you ought to do, and do not owe debts. Clear them, for you do not know whether you'll be seeing angels or demons the next thing you DIE.
I'd want to see Jesus.
I despise Lucifer.
But I know for sure that my life will be perennial when I get called upon.
What about you?
What are you waiting for?

"the last thing i'll want to see in my immortality, is fire."

Not Myself Today

2009-07-02T23:27:00.000-07:00

I'm not myself today! I couldn't keep my cool, couldn't stay calm, and let my tenseion out loud! I still have the burning anger inside me! I really hope this blog will put my fire in ashes.
Its like this:
We had an agreement to pay RM5 each time we play badminton, which is once a week--fridays. So, there are 7 members, and there must be RM35 every week. If there are people who want to come and play once a while, he must pay RM5 as well. So, this guy--A, did not have enough cash that day and I helped him with RM2. Previously he owed me RM3, so he now owes me a total of RM5. Its already three weeks, and I still haven't received the money yet. And then, last week, he asked me to give him the tube of shuttles we bought together to play on a Saturday, which means an additional day for some of them. Well, how could I say no to him? So I just allowed, telling him to collect the funds which were not collected last week. So he said ok, and went off. Today, I wanted to collect it from him, but he said that he forgot to collect it! And he, hasn't paid as well! So this is why I am angry! He owes me, and owes the club money! He hasn't paid it, and his reply to me was :" We're friends, how can we be so calculative? Dont tell me you haven't forgot things before. IF not, you are not human!" He's mixing everything up, and blames me as well! WTF! To be calculative is a must, its money, hard earned money! And there's member B, who is owing the club RM15, and always says he's forgotten. C'mon, its just RM5 a week, and they can't pay up! And A says that he wants to bring more people to play today, and requests to rent a two court place, what nonsense! How am I going to trust him anymore in this sense! Him bringing more people will only lead to more debts! I am not able to subsidize them all for it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My heart is on fire.
Its still on.

Singalong Song

2009-07-02T21:44:00.000-07:00

I wrote this song it's not too long
cos' I've been thinking 'bout you
I wrote this song maybe I'm wrong
To be caught up about you

Well I dont know what you think 'bout me
Maybe you think nothing at all
But maybe you could just lie to me
And we could be in love you see

Oh it's a singalong song that's not too long
It's when I think about you that I hear songs
And you can singalong maybe if you want to
Cos' baby I wrote this I wrote this for you

I wrote this song it's not too long
Cos' I'm the one who loves you
I wrote this song this can't be wrong
I don't wanna smile without you

Well I just want to make you happy
but maybe you want nothing at all
and how I wish that you're meant to be
forever and a day with me

Oh it's a singalong song that's not too long
It's when I think about you that I hear songs
And you can singalong maybe if you want to
Cos' baby I wrote this I wrote this for you

In everyway you mean more to me
than you'll ever know
girl I'll do my best to show these words are true
and if you'd like to make a song
and be a perfect harmony with me
I'd find the greatest words sing
so we could write our own romance

Oh it's a singalong song that's not too long
It's when I think about you that I hear songs
And you can singalong maybe if you want to
Cos' baby I wrote this I wrote this for you

Oh it's a singalong song that's not too long
It's when I think about you that I hear songs
And you can singalong maybe if you want to
Cos' baby I wrote this I wrote this for you

Cos' baby I wrote this I wrote this for you

2.26pm 25th June 2009

2009-06-25T22:29:00.000-07:00

"On the morning of June 25, 2009, Jackson reportedly collapsed at a rented home in

Holmby Hills in Los Angeles. After he collapsed, Jackson's personal physician, who

was with him at the time, attempted to resuscitate him. Los Angeles Fire Department

paramedics responded to a 911 call at 12:21 pm local (Pacific) time and arrived at

12:30 pm. Jackson was reportedly not breathing and CPR was quickly performed.

Resuscitation efforts continued both en route to the UCLA medical centre, and after

arrival at approximately 1:14 p.m, for a further hour. He fell into a coma and died

shortly after being rushed to UCLA Medical Center. The cause of death is reported to

be cardiac arrest. Jackson was pronounced dead at about 2:26 pm local time. Los

Angeles Police Department homicide and robbery division detectives attended the

scene as a matter of routine in high profile death cases. The case was transferred

to the Los Angeles coroner for investigation as there was no doctor in attendance to

sign the death certificate. Jackson's body was transported by helicopter from UCLA

to the LA Coroners offices. The autopsy is said to be scheduled for Friday, June 26,

2009."

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson

Michael Joseph Jackson
August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009

Crypt

2009-06-18T23:29:00.000-07:00

Cloves of joy I have gained
A triumphant feeling i thus perceive
Trails of strength I've left behind
Success? I say, I am divine.

Unscramble the bold fonts and perhaps you will get a glimpse of what I mean. Its nothing Da Vinci, its just a simple crypt. Grip it, and detach the word from its locked up cell, free it. In case you really are that dumb, allow me to characterize it with my life for this past week.

Role model? Top achiever? Tough guy? Camaraderian? My goals and objectives they are. These, which I wish to be turned into a statement someday, reading: Role Model. Top Achiever. Tough Guy. Camaraderian. Its my vow to realize it, to make it happen. My personal pledge to obtain "Life's Credentials". Yes, you did not read wrongly, "Life's Credentials", and no, its not a name of an affiliation. There's a question from me: Do you have what it takes to live a full life? I've got you here. You should be grunting, moaning, cursing in disgust on how a stupid question this can be. Well, think again. Allow me to break up the sentence for you, hoping that it will ease you in answering them. Do YOU have what it takes? After rephrasing: Do youi have the virrtues? or Do you have the qualities? or simply, Can you? "To live a full life", rephrasing, To live a meaningful life. So, in other words, can you live a meaningful life? You would simply shout yes, and I will say, no, you don't. No one in this world is perfect. Thus, no one in this world lives a perfect life. Mathematically, "perfect" = 100%. "Full" = 100% too. The thermal theory a.k.a equation states that when a=b=c, a=c. Therefore, "Perfect" = "Full". Leading to this theorem is " Thus, no one in this world lives a FULL life.". And when "Full" also refers to "Meaningful" philosophically, you do not live a "Full" life. When undescribed, "Life" itself brings the meaning of "Full Life". Proof? For example: In the basket are two apples. Customer asks for apple. Seller states price: 1 dollar for apple A, and 1 dollar 50 cents for apple B. Customer questions the difference. Seller explains that apple A is bad, leaving apple B unexplained because apple B is perfect in condition. Another example to quote- A broken kettle is a broken kettle; but a perfect kettle is simple called-KETTLE. See? There is no need to explain something which is perfct by nature, but informing somebody something which is already in an imperfect condition. Therefore, rephrasing the first question will end up being... " Do you live a life? ". So, no. We all don't live lives. We live bad lives, that's the reason we pursue "Life". In order to do that, we must qualify for the "Full Life" and hence, introducing "Life's Credentials". And where do we start?

Unscramble the crypt, and find it out:-)

復刻回憶

2009-06-09T23:55:00.000-07:00

你還好嗎　好久不見　又來這裡　這個老店
後來的你　喜歡了誰　我們　聊聊天

現在的你　一樣美麗　至於愛情　是個回憶
她不愛我　他離開妳　愛會來　就會去

在不同的城市努力　偶爾也會想想你
這樣的我　那樣的你　要很久才相聚

我們都沒說那遙遠的曾經　我們也沒提故事的原因
青春的復刻回憶像一片雲　沒法子抓在手裡?
我們的眼淚在複習著過去　我們的微笑是彼此的氧氣
復刻的回憶是封掛號信　多遠都可以找到你

窗外的樹　愛哭的風　煩惱的我　聰明的你
愛是什麼　什麼人懂　所以　別難過

心還痛嗎　請忘了吧　所謂幸福　是個童話
後來的我　一切隨意　所以　沒關係

午後的悶熱的窗外的一場大雨
讓我們看見了以前的自己
把時光倒轉回那一季　那年的夢　他鄉的你

Luahan Hati hok Suci

2009-06-08T01:13:00.000-07:00

Its been a while since I threw everything out from my heart's deepest core. Trash has accumulated alongside jewellery and fine dinings. Its about time I spit them all out and start refreshed, renewed.
These two weeks are holidays for me, so I kinda felt lazy and useless. So, I put myself to use. How? Mind you, I really picked up a book, okay? But my eyes just cannot go thru 3pages of stuff! I really hate that feeling. I was so darn active and I really had the desire to get my hands and eyes to feast on REVISION BOOKS when I was in camp. But now, I seemed to be utterly tired of those. How could those motivating desires be retrenched that easily? I can't understand myself. Alright, then, there is this......female. Argh, I don't wanna talk about it actually, but since this is what I want to get out of my mind, I will just vomit it out. There's this girl, younger by 2 years. What I know is that she has an affection for me, and I do have *read: a bit* feelings for her. So my friend told me : JUST GO GET IT LARH, WAIT FOR WHAT?? Well, I just feel that I'm not prepared to get involved in any relationships yet, so I won't do anything about it. So, isn't this the best way to do it? He suggested: THEN IF U WAIT TOO LATE SHE RUNNNNN AWAY LIAO, HOW LEH?? Haha, well dude........I DONT GIVE A DAMN!!!!C'mon, I'm not a freakin emo' anymore k.. I'm a guy and G-U-Y spells me when I walk on the streets. I don't look for pennies anymore when I take strolls. I don't keep long hair anymore. I don't act soft anymore. I walk straight up. I look front. My breasts are open wide, who am I to be afraid of?! C'mon dudes, face it, girls love guys who have a high level of virility, and not those sissy ones. You may be a pretty boy, and some girls may like you, but hey, chicks search for Hulks ok? Face it. Good boys are losers, face it too! But that doesn't mean that the bolds get green lights to have one night stands, no. We ALL still play by one natural rule, that is with the mathematical function one-to-one. Not one-to-many. And then... About my driving. Awful. I haven't been driving for a while, and my skills have seemed to just fly away. I can't control myself anymore and I tend to instill fear among drivers. XD but well, nevermind, I have my "P" on, so I'm defintely forgiven, thanks.... And..... I just hope I can continue but I can't. My eyes are near the keyboard, and I know that I have to hit the pillow. So, arrivederci!

3 Malaysia?

2009-06-01T00:43:00.000-07:00

"。。。一加二，加块二。。。四块儿，seven-twenty!"

The above speech bubble happened right in front of my eyes at a well known cafe somewhere in the midst of KL. There was this traveller having some food and a drink at the cafe and was asking for the bill. The boss came out and counted all the westerner had consumed in fluent Cantonese and unawkwardly followed by a string of immoral pricing. He had just raised the price for his monetary benefits without caring about the values as an honest business person! Of course, the foreign traveller didn't know that he was cheated, so he casually left the cafe as any other person would, too. But as I watched him leaving, I felt sympathetic, embarassment, a sense of humour, and deserving. Alright, these emotions can't all come together to depict my expression. Sympathetic because he was cheated, embarassed because I am a Malaysian myself, humour in the sense that his stride after paying the cheated bill so ignorantly, and deserving, because of what they did to us decades ago. Yes, I couldn't help giggling to my friend the moment we saw the incident, and a bit of a chuckle watching him walk away. But after that few minute seconds of tiny entertainment, I felt that the businessman was unscrupulous. And after a dip in my thoughts, I felt that this was a way to boost the country's income. And after a little bit more thinking, I felt that the white deserved the cheated bill so much. So much. He deserved a bit too little. Decades ago, the British empire came and conquered us Malayans and put us to fear. They exploited our economy, monopolized the industry, and had us as the hard labour, wtf! Why was all these shit happening in those days?! But the question should be constructed such as: HOW these happened? Wasn't there any sense of togetherness in the community? The British had us divided into three "departments". Chinese, Malays, and Indians were instructed to work and live in different areas. The Chinese were in tin mines and towns, Malays were by the seaside and villages, and Indians were in the estates tapping rubber. The reason Malaya was comquered is the lack of partnership between races. This lack of "click" was even destructive on the 13th of May 1969. Until now, there simply is a wall between us three races and no matter how we dig under it, the connection will not be done. Some say that it is the government's principles' fault, but I don't think so. Without the British, we could just be... 1 Malaysia.

你

2009-05-21T21:53:00.000-07:00

相信你也很清楚我对你的感觉吧。相信你也知道我对你的感觉只有爱罢了吧。我也很清楚我没有资格问“为什么”。可是我好像来不及了吧？可能你已在另一个人的怀抱？可能现在可能现在的你很幸福？我也想你幸福，可是自私的我总是要你而已。你说过时间可以冲淡一切，但累计在我心的伤痛可以这样被冲走吗？我是真的爱你。

Waalaikummusalaam

2009-05-10T00:51:00.000-07:00

The sequel to yesterday's post, join me on a more detailed look-back-journey of my stay in the Cahaya Gemilang, Cherating camp.
And so it came to pass, on the day 20th March 2009, I woke up early and got myself readily prepared. I bathed myself thoroughly and had my hair done perfectly, it was flawless. I packed last minute things into my humongous blue bag, and stepped into the car-- I was on my way to the pick-up point in Bentong, my hometown. On the way there, I looked and admired all that I passed, trying my best to keep them in my memory, saying my goodbyes to all that I see, buildings, roads, and traffic lights. The minute I reached the pick-up point, I registered my name at the registrar and I was told of the bus I was going to go on. So i was headed to the bus. As I walked, I saw many of my friends who were on their way to their respective camps, just like me. And so I waited at the side of the bus after lugging my luggage up on to the bottom compartment. I stood there and chatted with my friend. My parents were waiting, looking at me on the other side. I looked at my mum once a while, afraid that she will tear :P I don't know why, my heart is made of stone but it melts when it sees soeone else cry. Luckily, there was no rain. Hallelujah :) So, it was time we went up the bus and we said our last goodbyes to our parents. I did not look back much for I did not want to leave sayonara memories in my heart of stone. On the bus, I chatted with my friend for some moments and he told me that he wanted to sleep, so, I just played with my phone. Smsing friends, receiving some goodbye calls from friends, checking read inboxes, and checking phone functions that I have already known a year ago. This went on for quite a while, around 3 hours until we reached our destination, Kem Cahaya Gemilang Cherating. When the bus first moved into the camp's grounds, I was excited and I felt a bit weird all at the same time. We got down the bus and went to the dewan makan where we were supposed to gather for lunch. Once we reached there I heard loud roars screaming at us to urge us to enter the dewan makan. He was a land soldier and he was LOUD. As newbies, we were somewhat terrified. We sat down and listened to him carefully. He shouted at us and told us that we were supposed to eat and then gather again. So my friends and I went for food there and ate. There was no fork and spoon for us so we had to eat by hand. After that we gathered again and it was time for registration. I noticed an indian man with the word "PENGURUSAN PLKN" walking about. And damn, was he huge! He was wearing a different shirt from the others. Others were having "JURULATIH PLKN" on the back of their shirts. On the spot, I knew that the indian was some big shot here. Later on, I knew, that he is the TKP ( Timbalan Komanden Pengurusan ) of the camp. Wow, the Number 2 Man! So where was the Number 1? No where to be seen. After registration, I was given my No. Pelatih, Blok, and No. Katil.

No. Pelatih: 4120
Blok : L4
No. Katil : 9

So, I carried my humongous luggage to my block. So... But wait, did I know the way? No, I didn't. So I had to search for my block before proceeding. And mind you, I got lost. I asked around, and they said " Tak Tau". Well, can't blame them for they are same like me, still new. I asked a Jurulatih, and he pointed to me where the block is. I looked at the direction, and nodded my head, said my heartfelt thank you, and moved towards that direction. So, even though given directions, I still had to lookout for the writings L4 on the block, right? The problem is, I couldn't see the writings! I was totally lost. I think the searched lasted for 10 minutes or more. In the end, I found the block, Hallelujah! Upon entering the block I saw some Malays already chatting in the room. So I found my bed and popped the things there. The amazing things about Malays is their ability to adapt quickly. I salute them for that. Why? They were already bathing from the moment I was searching for my block! *salutes* So after that, I was summoned by some Malay boys. They asked me about my SPM results and I told them that I got an A2 for BM and their response was like "WHOA!". After that short interview, I went out for my friends. And then a Jurulatih saw us and told us to have our haircut at the BRL. So we went and had our heads shaved bald. The first time I got my head shaved, I was terribly unsightly. I couldn't believe myself that I went bald. After that, we went to the logistics unit to have our things and we went for our bath and had our dinner. At night, we weren't called out for any meeting so all was easy for us. And at around 9pm, the TKP came in. "Semua duduk di katil sendiri". With his deep and loud voice, that's enough reason to scare us. He pointed out to some basic rules and regulations in the dorm, and then he checked to see if everyone was seated on their own bed. Those who weren't had a scolding from him. And then, he gestured to a chinese guy who came from Bentong, my friend, to sleep over here, next to my bed! In the whole camp, there was only the two of us who enjoyed the luxury of sleeping together of the same race! ( except for malays ). So we were happy :) and then later on, past midnight, I heard motorbike sounds and people shouting about. I thought it was the Jurulatihs screaming at the malays to go back to their own dorms and sleep. Then, a sharp light shone directly into my eyes. I tried to look away, but the voice shouted at me to get out of the dorm, there was a fire! So my friend and I rushed out quickly. My spectacles was put inside the locker and I didn't have enough time to search for my keys and open my locker, so I followed my friend closely from behind. It was pitch black, and even if I had my spectacles on, I doubt that I could even see. We searched for the sound of Chinese people and gathered there. After a while, after the fire was put off, we went back to our respective dorms and slept soundly.

That was day 1.

*to be continued*

Assalamualaikum!

2009-05-09T02:07:00.000-07:00

Assalamualaikum!!

?

Malay?

hmm......

I've turned Malay now, i guess... haha!!

nah, its just that I'm back from camp, FOR GOOD!
Buat bende aku dapat pelepasan awal sebegini? Awal lebeh sbulang!
I hate to say this, but.....
I kinda liked the camp, but disliked some memories...
I got the green lights to come back earlier than the others because I have to report to my school for Form 6 this coming Monday, so, kite kene reda lerrr...

so...

even though I couldnt play

TALI TINGGI ( balancing rope )

even though I couldnt play

FLYING MUSANG

even though I couldnt play

M (15+1)

even though I couldnt take part in the

KAYAKING COMPETITION

even though I couldnt take part in the

KEMBARA HALANGAN COMPETITION

even though I couldnt take part in the

DUDUK DALAM HUTAN 3H2M

i'm quite satisfied with my short presence in camp........

dammit...

I missed out so damn much! but luckily for me, i went for the mountain climb at bukit pelindung and jungle trekked 2 KM down to Telok Chempedakk! It was all tiring but so fun cos we got to jungle trek with the ...

WIRAWATIS........... hehehehehehehe

and we also got to go to Natural Batik Village and draw batik, so it was all a very interesting experience:)

and........................

I'm kinda under"upaya"d to write all of my memories now.......

c ya around yea~

Sayonara! ^^ ( and a request )

2009-04-05T17:39:00.000-07:00

Everyone! Bye bye!! I'm going back to camp now, so see you all next week ( hopefully) !!!!!!! Pray for all christians, including me, in Kem Cahaya Gemilang, Cherating that they will be able to go back home for Good Friday and Easter Sunday and also pray that the people in charge will be considerate in being able to differenciate between culture and religion! Qing Ming is cultural and Good Friday / Easter Sunday is religious! Therefore if there are chinese christians, why don't they have the absolute right to go home on both occasions????!!!!!!!!! Please remember to keep us in prayer! Thanks all! ^^

Long Time No See!

2009-04-02T23:57:00.000-07:00

Ahem.....

Its been a while..

Indeed.

2 weeks at the National Service, that's the only reason for my absence.

The Malaysian National Service.

So, allow me relate my life to you about the National Service. So, here goes...

The camp I'm designated to is Kem Cahaya Gemilang, Cherating, in Pahang. 6 years of PLKN history says that this camp is the best camp in sense of discipline. In other words, its the.... yes, strictest. Is it good? For me, A-men. Its good. Its positive. Its good aura. On the other hand, you don't get much leg room. You'll feel crushed in a can, bound by a thick and strong rope, walked-the-dog by hot headed "Gods", and will be operated like a machine. That's how bad it goes. Besides that, all's fine. What I don't like is the "chiong zui" people. I don't wanna say the word out as its kinda banned informally. The cantonese call them "chiong zui" ( long mouth ). That's what I hate about. Not all the "chiong zui" are bad, but you see, they just can't be trusted as well as the people of the same skin colour! The daily schedule for us is like this:
5am : wake up, bathe, kemaskan diri
6.30am: B-T ( morning exercise )
7.30am: Breakfast
8.30am: Gather at the Dewan Makan
9am: Class
10.30am: Morning Recess
11am: Class continues
12.30pm: Lunch
2.30pm: Gathering for activity ( In the Sun )
4.30pm: Tea Break
5pm: Riadah ( Sports ) *Its FUN ^^*
6.30pm: Dinner
ahh~~ and we have some rest time here
9pm: Gathering at the Dewan Makan for bullshit talks
10:30: Supper
11pm: LIghts off at dormitories
11pm-1am / 1am-3am / 1am-6am : Night Duties ( with timetable )

So that's the kind of life I have lived for the past 2 weeks and will be living for the next 2 months. Overall, I can only say that I have enjoyed the life as it involves a lot of self commitment to your life, other people's life, EVERYONE'S time, and the activities..

I feel kinda tired right now because I have JUST ARRIVED. So, i bid sayonara for the meantime. Ciao~~

爱你

2009-03-16T19:55:00.000-07:00

幸福的原理
是落在个人的手中
很多时候当我们觉得自己不幸福
当我们觉得自己没人爱
当我们觉得自己没人疼
当我们觉得自己没人理
没人顾
没人想
没人要
往往我们都会失落
可是我们也需要知道
不管再差的情况之下
都会有人在关心我们...

( start )
存在你的悬崖
我能走偏这天下
当你心里储有我的爱
我无法再变坏

在你的心目中
我总是在伴奏
直到我们之间
出现了爱
我们彼此失控

当这一种感觉
慢慢浮现
出现我心里面
我对你的情
就永不改变

**我知道爱情不简单
知道爱是个负担
但我爱着你
我保护你
就不觉得孤单

我知道爱情最盲
我愿意瞎我的眼
星星在闪
闪得太光
但我
无法看不见你

The Pause

2009-03-14T06:29:00.000-07:00

Its been a long time since I've updated my novel. And that's for a reason: I was busy. With what? With completing a PS3 game played on a computer. What game will that be?

Devil May Cry 4

My goodness, this is the BEST GAME I've ever played! With Nero as the main character this time instead of Dante, the gameplay has somewhat slowed down a little in performance. But with Nero's Devil Hand, I could easily kill a few! And with the presence of the Red Queen, its a bonus for some S ranks! And there was the Blue Rose..

Well, it kinda sucked! haha Xd The speed of the Blue Rose is definitely incomparable to that of the Coyote A-B! And Dante's Calibur.. Oh My GAWD!! Its fantastic! Thats why if not for the Devil Hand, I'd prefer Dante over Nero at anytime! But seriously, Nero can pull a trick far better than Dante! The reason is that even though Nero may be a little weaker than Dante, his speed certainly matches the canines!

At the beginning, I was supposed to drill Dante with a couple of tutorials, and its the boss fight, against Dante. For a first timer, he was certainly hard to beat! But afte a few tries, I managed to pull it off and the game starts... and I started battling a constant beave of notorious monsters, the Scarecrows. They are easy to beat actually, but they are just annoying! They're everywhere! A couple of slashes with the Red Queen will just knock them off, and a Buster will definitely kill it. One is alalneeds. Then fast forward some time, I meet Berial, the Conqueror of Fire Hell. At first it was kinda hard to beat it, but after looking at some youtube videos of it, hah! it was easy! A few slashes will make THAT devil cry! so he cried.
haha! Then i went on and on, and came to a spot where a big part of the game revolves on: Fortuna Castle. This was the place where had me pissed off! There were a few mazes here and there, and its frustrating! Actually all I had to do was to perfect my timing for the Devil Bringer to get pass a mission =.= but it was yet so hard. There were a couple of Frosts to kill and they were a sight to see! Use Buster on them, u'll love the look! But there's a place for you to get some S rankings! If you are better than me ( that means you're kinda good ) , you'll be able to get an SSS ranking at the torture chamber. It is a bit impossible to do so, because the best I did was an S rank there. No matter how hard I tried, its just an S. ( Mind you, this is done in the Human mode, so dont try to cheat by using the Legendary Dark Knight ) . After that, you'll meet some Knights. They're a mess. I hate them so much! But they are easy to fight though.. Just Buster them and you'll be fine. However, if you want to get style points for your Proud Souls, you'll have to manage them with your Red Queen and jump about for they are strong. And I met Bael. The big frog. This boss fight, is the easiest among all boss fights. You'll deal with the Rusalkas in the beginning, those are Bael's minions, then you'll deal with Bael. The frog can literally eat you up! Dodging wisely can proof to be a great advantage and use many Streaks and Splits on it. You'll chop it off. And then, after some mazes, you'll see Angelo Agnus, of of the knights from the Order. When Sanctus is alive, you'll fight AGnus. He's a bitch. But its just the early part. Its kinda easy though, and you'll have to throw the flying swords back to him and you'll be fine. An I met Echinda! Damn! The Den of the She Viper! She was easy in the first battle, I beat her in 32 seconds. But later you'll find out that she's a BITCH! And then, well, you'lll meet some troublesome Mephistos. They float about, and you'll have to snatch it to rumble it! Its the one I hated the most! And then you'll fight Kyrie's brother, Angelo Credo! According to Gamespot, he's a tough guy. But in actual fact, he's as weak! He's fast, but dumb! And then you'll meet Agnus again in his insect form this time, and you'll have a troubling time! Good luck on t-t-t-that! If you've met him then you'll know what I'm saying. And then I proceeded and used Dante in the later part ( we have to ) and killed some bosses, and in the end, fight Sanctus! He's easy in the first battle, and then, you'll meet the Savior. He sucks. He's so HUGE! The savior is a trouble. Really is. After that demoralising battle, I faced of with Sanctus and got a couple of SSS ranks and bingo! I did it! One last part, to fight the False Savior. It was easy, just timing, thats all! And

I COMPLETED DEVIL MAY CRY 4!!!!!

After that, I started the Legendary Dark Knight mode, and its hard. Wait till I beat the game in that mode, and I'll share it out! ^^

The Knight ( Chapter 7 )

2009-03-01T08:12:00.000-08:00

Metals of silver I yearn for
To prance in daylight is my all
Smokes of shadows is my lore
For them I may give in to my deepest core

The air stood silent. The cicadas and bugs stopped screeching. The grass stopped waving, the earth stood cold and dead.

Everything was motionless.

And then, the moon started to tremble. It shaked, progressing in its state of shiver to a massive quake. The purple clouds in the night air seemed so still and motionless as the moon continued its rage. It was angry. The Goddess Csilex, God of the Moon planet, was angry. Its spirit spat waves of energy around it, causing it to dart about the moon at a tremendous pace. Dashing to the surface of the moon, its powers was too overwhelming and it affected the tide on Earth. Flood was everywhere to be seen and it was a disatrous scene on Earth.

"Klmbhk jky ght jtqr!"

On the moon, there was no language for human beings to comprehend. But even there was something to be understood, it was just for one line. All Csilex had to say was "Klmbhk jky ght jtqr", and the ghost troops will gather and form brain waves to perform troop acts.

The shadows on the Earth was a bug to the living moon. With an Earth as dead, Csilex could not carry out his duties to the planets well. She had to communicate with other planets such as Mars, to keep the revolution of planets in order. It was only for her, that there was no collision between planets.

She knew that Lucifer, was in power.

She had to stop him.

Ben Harten looked up into the moon, figuring what had happened to it. The chaos and all, he was not prepared for any scientific explanation. He wondered by the window, sitting on his bed with a cup of coffee. He looked down at his bed for a moment, eyes to sore from the long straing and the low lit condition. He blinked for a while, and looked up again. This time, the moon changed a slight hue. It could be his own defect in vision. He rubbed his eyes, and looked again, straining more and more each time. He noticed that the whitish moon had turned a tad purple. With utmost concentration, he observed the moon. The more he starred at it, the more purplish it turned. Cselix was in a hurricane on the moon and was out of control. She knew that something was happening. Something devastating.

Ben starred, unblinked.
And when he continued starring, a metal apear from a knight's armour came flying through his window, crashing it and straiked directly at his right eye.
He cried out loud, giving a high shrill, screaming away. He was uncontrallable. He was frightened, and was in agony. Terrible pain. He screamed and screamed but his voice did not seem to come out from his throat. He could not feel himself. Moments later, because of a great deal of blood loss and for him too much a pain to endure, Ben died.

Ben died.

And resurrected.

Instantly.

This time, he was filled with powers. He looked at the moon with confidence.

He was diabolic.

The Knight ( Chapter 6 )

2009-02-25T06:08:00.000-08:00

Outside the orphanage, where they could be easily seen, Mark's two active children were chasing each other, playing games happily as any other usual kid would.
About 300 meters away, the asylum lies standing eerily. Any sight of the asylum sends chills down everyone's spine. On the 20th floor of the asylum, where Mark's room is, Mark is looking down at the orphanage, looking at his children playing. He felt guilty at times for not being able to stop his wife from committing the terrible suicide. He would stare at the children and tears would roll from his eyes. Those were real tears, tears which are so real that no anyone on the earth could have wept it out. He was guilty conscious and extremely sad, for he knew that his children, will have to stand up on their own feet and carry themselves. He knew that his children will have no answer when asked where their parents are. He knew that his children will never understand the true love of parents, the true bonding between the children and parents. Because of this overwhelming sadness which has had a deep cut in his deepest of heart, he had been mentally disturbed and has not been talking ever since. He would just stare at someone without knowing it, and with silence. He never cried. He never wept. He never wiped his tears. The tears just roll down from his crystal eyes and he seems unconscious of it.

He was not in control of his own body, he was unaware of his surrounding. All he knew was that his children are in safe, but cold hands. Sometimes in his brainwaves, some images appear and his eyes dilate a little and whisper something to himself. There was once when the guard was near him and he whispered something. The guard approached and all he heard was "the end is near". He would never repeat it, but he said it to himself, not to anybody else. He was a weird guy to everyone, and definitely capable of staying silent at all times.

Away in the city, the apartment was still there. No demolitions were carried out for the authorities respect the dead. The floor was emptied, and the floors beneath and above it were emptied as well. In a short 2 weeks time, there was not a live person in the whole block. In the apartment, lies the lifeless body of Heather Drew.

Her body was still there.

Not even a bit decayed. She was as she was when she died.

The curious thing was, no one was to mention the name of Heather Drew.

It was reported that when a helicopter passed by the apartment from the outside, there was an opening which sees a mirror reflecting Heather Drew's face directly. And when the pilot was shining at the mirror, he said "Heather Drew she is? How cruel was the suicide", and there was a blink in Heather Drew's eyes.

A blink, which caused the pilot's death.

Heather Drew, blinked.

The Knight ( Chapter 5 )

2009-02-23T01:27:00.000-08:00

"You're fired! "
"Huh? "
Ben looked up from his desk, starring at his boss with his mouth wide open.
"I said, you're fired! "
Ben was still in a daze.
From the day Ben entered the firm, he had never received a trashing from his boss. Not even once. But now, his boss is firing him.
"But... what did I do wrong? "
"Ben, I've taken you into this firm for more than 15 years. 15 years! And I could have easily promoted you to be at least a Chief Editor. But now, I have finalized my decision to sack you! Ben I'm sacking you! For what? For no reason! You have been dreaming on your desk for the past 2 weeks! You haven't done anything wrong, because you really have not been doing ANYTHING these days! "
"But, Scott..."
"Mr. Scott! "
"I'm sorry. Mr. Scott, I have had my troubles over my head for these past weeks! I really will change, Mr. Scott. I really will. "
"So you're pleading me not to sack you, are you? "
"Mr. Scott, please... I need the job. "
"Give me ten good reasons to keep you! "
"I... I... I'm sorry Mr. Scott.. I'm.."
"Ben, you have been working under me for the past 15 years. Its been over a decade and you still don't know why I'm sacking you. You see, there has been so much news to cover, and you don't even seem to know a thing about it! About the gunshot murder case, I have ordered you to do a cover on it, and yes, you did it, but what did you give me? I saw on my desk only the title of it! What? Are you asking me to do the job for you? And the title was wrong, for your information, Ben Harten! No more excuses, you're fired! "
"Mr. Scott, I beg you! Please, keep me here! I need my job badly! I have my wife and kids to look after, I need the job! I need the cash! Please, Mr. Scott, I promise that it'll never happen again! Mr. Scott, please! "
Mr. Scott looked away, walking slowly with his black walking stick across to the window which looks out to old London. He let out a deep sigh. With hair neatly combed to the side, a black pressed coat with white shirt and nice black shoes and slacks, he certainly gives a rich first impression. And he is.
"Very well. I'll give you ONE last chance, Ben. "
"Thanks, Mr. Scott! Thanks! "
"But if you screw it up again! I'll not even pay you your last wage!
As Ben walked back to his seat, he saw an article. A raw piece of information.
He looked around, and Alice winked to him.
He smiled back and turned back to his desk.
He read the information intently.
His eyes getting wider each moment.

He could see the headlines for tomorrow's paper.

"Death Chariot Chops Human"

The Knight ( Chapter 4 )

2009-02-21T06:24:00.002-08:00

The heavens showed a apeactacular arrangement of stars and planets. They were in a shape of a spear. A long, straight apear, without any curvatures anywhere nor defects neither at the top or the bottom of it. The two ends had stars which shone very very brightly.

Even brighter than the Star Of David, some say.

And then, a shooting star flew from East to West, and a meteor from North to South.
There was a massive explosion in the skies. Positive and negative energies collided.
A scatter of dust appeared randomly. Not only at the spot of explosion, but even the places out of the explosion.

Very far out from the explosion.

Gold and silver dust appeared, both dropping down to the Earth at different speeds. With those major differences, the dawn of those fine dust formed extraordinary pictures no human on Earth could have seen before.

Images depicting a sword battling hundred layers of shield.

Images depicting a single bull's horn raging a horse.

Images depicting 2 full bull horns raging a swan.

These three images captured the eyes of philosophers and historians, democrats and politicians, astrologists and scientists, from all over the world. Images were shared among them and discussions were held.

It was the greatest breaking news which had ever happened in human history.

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Somewhere far in the Britain woods, the knight lied lifeless as a toy on the stone road. His spirit rising from the body, as smothering ashes from a slow fire. His spirit rising, venging anger of its past. It growled angrily, voicelessly, for he was all but a strike of flame. Not very far away, the minions of Lucifer The Undead, was grinning at it, and came out to strike the strike of thin flame. They missed, for he was too little to catch but in a way, by doing a chant with special mantra delivered up from hell, the flame died, and it became breeze. This breeze was captured by the mantra, and the knight had officialy become, a spirit. Completely dead, he became a spirit, unable to go back to his original form no matter what.

Lucifer was Lucifer without any name or standards by himself before for he had not accomplished any targets, without missions. Now, he had succesfully taken the life of The Knight of the Kingdom, he has taken all the knight's power and physical strength, making him Lucifer The Undead. The devil, Lucifer, has only one mission to live, which is to demolish The Knight of the Kingdom completely.

He has only succeeded the first step, which is to finish off The Knight of the Kingdom physically.

The Knight, is still alive, spiritually.

The Knight ( Chapter 3 )

2009-02-19T18:44:00.000-08:00

"Stop it, Heather! I beg you, stop it! "

"No! I won't! You tried to stab us with your butcher knife! You are harming us! Get lost! "

"No, Heather, I wasn't. You are just hallucinating! Now, stop it Heath."

"Never! With this axe, I'll send them to heaven! They won't have to suffer anymore! "

"Please, Heather... I beg you... Stop it..."

Mark was down on his knees, tearfully begging his psychiatric wife from killing their 2 beloved childern. She had not been taking her pills lately and nothing seemed to soothe her nerves. Heather dashed an "X" on her body with the axe she was carrying. Red blood came running out and seeping through her white night gown. Her hair was messed with berserkness and she practically tore herself apart. She chopped down all her fingers on her left hand without hesitation. She banged on them on the chopping board as if they were chicken fingers. She let out a wild scream. A very wild scream indeed, and plunged the axe's eye into her stomach. She left herself to die in the corner of the room.

Mark and his children were motionless. His beloved wife and their beloved mother had just committed cruel and painful suicide which no sane person on Earth could bear. Tears rolled down Mark's eyes, and he did not even have the strength to cry. He weeped, and kneeled down, with the utmost sadness filling his heart. Petrified he was, and will he be for the rest of his life. Bearing the pain of losing the one he loved most, it was like the end of the world to him. His children, all still very young in age, did not move, but instead, kept wondering to themselves what their mother just did.

The neighbour's, upon hearing the rage, came to the small apartment to see. All the reaction from the women were crying of fear. They did not even dare to see it for a longer time. The men plucked up their courage to show their wives that they dare to see whatever situation there was, but this, is simply too horrible for even a nightmare.

Nobody dared to enter the apartment.

Nobody.

Not even the rescuers.

Not even the doctors.

Not even the Superintendent himself.

No post morterm was done. All of what happened was based plainly on Mark's word of mouth. His children were brought to the orphanage for their father, Mark, has gone completely insane himself. Mark was brought to the central asylum with a low level of insanity. He was in a dumb state, and that's about it. But even so, doctors say that he has the symptom of an instant rage and wildness, which will come on anytime.

The apartment, left alone, empty.

Empty.

Empty, with a body, of Heather.

Heather Drew.

The Knight ( Chapter 2 )

2009-02-18T20:21:00.000-08:00

The devilish face of Lucifer shone into his eyes.

A moment ago, he was a beautiful girl, and now, he was as Lucifer himself. Upon seeing the horrible sight, the knight swung his sword through Lucifer's head. The devil did not even try to dodge, and the sword didn't seem to even scrape his skin. Somehow or rather, the devil's skin was akin to diamond. It cannot be cut thru. With the most evilish grin the knight has ever seen, his life was taken by the devil instantly. Lucifer opened his both arms out, widely, and clamped them into the knight's neck, squeezing ounzes of blood out through his veins. Subsequently, the devil covered the knight's head fully and dug them into his own torso, leaving nothing, but a headless mannequin lying on the stone floor.

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The hardworking male clerk, Ben Harten, was reading the daily bugle on the morning train to his workplace. With a cup of expresso by his side, he turned the papers carefully, in fear of staining the papers. All sorts of news were on that day and no article seemed to interest him. "Murder in toilet". Ah, he saw one interesting, but short article, measuring only 5 inches in length. And that was for him the topic of the day.

Topping a brown beretta, large oversized black specs, beige overcoat with a green neck scarf to go with, and a cigarette in his mouth with unshaved hair on his face, he looked like a typical English subway dude. With him his work bag, we walked into his office.

"Good morning, Ben."

"Hi, Alice. Its been a cold morning, huh.."

"Yea, the weather forecast doesn't seem to give good news."

"Ah, I haven't been following the channel for a while. I'd been busy, ya' know"

"Really, so I think I'll be of help reporting it to you daily then?"

"Well, if its not much of a problem to ya', ya' know. Thanks."

"Nah, it's alright, Ben. Don't mind it. "

"Oh well, I've gotta get to my job now, or else Mr. Scott may just bark on my ass anytime soon."

"Well, sure... Oh Ben, d'ya have a minute to spare? "

"Well, sure. What's it? "

"I read somehwere in the bugle that there was some werewolf attack in the woods. Did'ya read about that? "

"Oh, really? My gosh, I must have missed it in my paper this morning. Tell me about it. "

"I glanced through and I remember it saying about something killing something else in the face of a devil, supposedly a wolf looking one. "

"This is really... I 'unno about it, cos' I've been missing it... But this is really good cover for the papers! "

"D'ya think that they made it up? I mean, there couldn't be these werewolves now right? "

"I 'unno, maybe there still is. But still, take it trivialy, Alice. "

"Alright, gotta start work then. C ya.."

"Rite. "

And Ben went to his desk. He did not even start his typewriter. He just sat there, looking at his pencil, for a long, long time...

The Knight ( Chapter 1 )

2009-02-17T20:54:00.000-08:00

Moonless, carrying slow decibals of thunder, the black piece of blanket above sends challenge to the chariot leader.

Frightened he may be, but calm, as shown on the outside of himself. His thick skin on his face, covering the terror in the deep, sunken yellow eyes. With a crooked nose to pair with, he was nothing else but a witch. His sharp ears, sensing danger all around him, and a rouge hat, bent sideways. Wind, cold wind, was surrounding him, causing the chariot of evil to sway. In the carriage, a young lady was sleeping. White and fair skin she had, with a skirt and blouse as her only outfit. Doll eyes, she had, and hair as black as a crow's. Of demure characteristics she was, and with a look of the richest in town. With hands and legs sleek with elegance and of a sharp waist, she was indeed, beautiful. What beautiful could be described, she had it with her.

As the evil witch took the chariot with him for a few hundred miles more, he was becoming tired himself. His vision, specked. Stars he saw when it was a gloomy night for all. Even in the dark night, the clouds seemed noticable. Lightning striked tree after tree, causing a nature holocaust. Where frogs stop croaking and cicadas stop creaking, the night grew silent. Silent, except for the thunderous sound of nature, and the blinding sight of lightning. Only a man of incomparable prowess could stand the exceptional phenomena. The witch, of course, was not a man himself. A spirit from the underworld, which changes indentity from time to time, and has no originality of himself. Deemed to be man because of his dry and soulless look, thin to the bone.

Not very far away, sensed, was a horse. When the witch picked up his instincts more carefully, it was a horse, with a rider on horseback. With deepest concentration, the witch started to fear, for all the rider was bringing with him, was a sword. The sword of Paladin. The shining, golden sword, which only the most outstanding knight in the kingdom could possibly have. The bravest of all, the most handsome, and the meanest of all to evil. The horse was trained by the knight himself and obliges only to its master.

Drawing near to the chariot, the knight sees the front with his fiery blue eyes. With anger and might, he ordered his horse to gallop up hastely. With the chariot in sight, he drew his sword half out. As he approached, he prepared to bring out his whole gem of steel.

He has reached the chariot.

With full focus, he drew his whole sword out and drove it into the witch's neck from the side. The witch dodged, and failed to miss the drive. Victory was the knight's to claim, and the goblin, finished off easily.

The chariot was still moving in high speed. With one stab, this knight killed the chariot's horse, and saved the girl onto his horseback. When he thought it was all over and a happy ending was clear to him, he noticed, that it was all a delude.

The girl he saved, was a demon.

*to be continued...*

Insights of me

2009-02-16T15:39:00.001-08:00

I've been wondering to myself all this time: " What am I doing now " and " Whatever I see around me, is its existence real, or virtual? "

Throughout my 17 years and 2 months of life, I've been wondering already. These 2 questions have been bugging me and if you have seen my older posts, you will probably know what I'm talking about. I mean, what you see in front of you now, is a computer. But to me, that's only what the brain interprets. This is only what the mind of ours, interpret. A computer. But is it really there? Are we living in a dream? We do not know of its true material. What we see and what we claim as true and evident is only what we universally see as a similar thing. And most of you may know that universal agreement doesn't have to prove to be the correct phenomena. For example, you may see red. The colour red. So, this is what you interpret as red and what others interpret as red too. So you may claim that You are right. Even I don't dare to claim it blue if what you and I saw agree on is red. But, maybe there is no such thing as red? Maybe it doesn't even exist? Maybe the colour red is not even red at all? After all its just a name...? So who are we to confirm that the colour you see is red? Well, 99% of the people will certainly confirm that it is red that you see, but as I said earlier on, universal agreement doesn't have to prove itself to be the actual situation.

And what I've been thinking all this while is that Am I Living? I could still be in my mother's womb? Or somewhere else where I don't know of? Perhaps, I'm still a spirit? And if I'm a spirit, then everyone else is, too? How sure can I be? I don't dare to even think of it. I can't be sure that I'm existent on this planet. I can't be sure that whatever is walking past me and talking and screaming and wailing and yelling, is existent. Perhaps we are living in a world of an extra dimension? Perhaps all this is happening in a dream? We could have been dead a long time ago, and now reliving the past, over and over again? This is what I've been thinking. I cannot be sure that man is existent or not. True what you say if you can feel people you can communicate with them you can have whatever interaction you want with another human being but hey, don't forget, are they human beings you are talking to? Can't they be just memories which just can't be wiped? Can't you, be a part of memory of some one else? I may be in a state of craziness, but what I'm saying here is that we are not sure of what we are and are not sure of what is happening. Nothing on this world is 100% sure. Nothing. I stress it here, Nothing. There is no decision on this so called Earth that is 100% correct or 100% wrong. If you have been reading my older posts, maybe you will catch what I'm saying. If there is such thing as 100% correct, then there would be no accidents happening at all. Or maybe if there was such thing as 100% wrong, then accidents will happen to everyone all the time. So since nothing in the world is a-hundred-percent confirmed, can you be SURE that you are living now? Can you be SURE that you are breathing, alive in a dimension where an infinite number of people share? The decision is up to you to make. You can agree with me or also disagree with me for I have said myself, nothing is a-hundred-percent confirmed. I cannot be sure myself that I'm alive this moment. I cannot be sure that I'm breathing air this moment. I may have died? I may have gone to the skies? I may have not been born yet. Who am I to decide?

Another question I ponder is this: Am I Seeing What I'm Seeing? This is a question which I find it hard to explain in words. Its even harder to explain by tying it out. So, I'll just try my best. Ever since I was a child, I was amazed by the fact that I can see. I can see with my eyes. I was truly amazed by that basic fact. I found it interesting to see things with my eyes. And when I looked at something for a long time, I began thinking to myself: How is it that I can see? I know, the answers given should be something like the light reflected by objects go through the pupils and hit the rectina or something like that. Well, I'm not talking about the science facts. I mean, God, is really great. He can make us see things, and then interpret what it is. That is why I'm truly amazed by the fact that I can actually see. You can try it out yourself by looking at an object, and then start wondering the amazing thing about being able to see things. I was truly take aback. I still am.

Spell R-U-B-B-I-S-H

2009-02-16T08:22:00.000-08:00

I've been lacking some topics to discuss on or to debate on these few days... Each time I get a topic, I try to remember to blog it out, but somehow, there's some sh*t sticking in my OUTPUT section of my brain which makes me hard to err.........* i don't really wanna say it.. can i? promise me not to flag my bog, ok..?* ok?

well, u didnt say ok or not.. at least i didnt hear it..

let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, wisper words of boredom, let it beeeeeeee....

and so it came to pass, this darling boy which hails from the planet beside mars, out of the range of venus, nothing to do with the yin or yang, male or female, from the country of rsuaah [ i didnt spell it yaaaaaaa], from a black and white state using the elephant's tusks as its lougou, from the zone of bbbbbbbeeeeeeennnnnntttoooooonnggggggggggggg, and in a taman called stg stg indah ( dun wanna tell u, later u come and sue me ), and in some house called a house but not really needed to be called a house but in actual fact is a house and at the same time as a house as a house should look like a house and has nothing to do with greg house from the axn channel which has house but has everything to do with a house. and i stay in a room which is supposed to be addresed as a room and it can be any room but not a room as it is a dog house but not a house and a room but not a ...... wait... I'm going crazy here... better stop talking about this.. really.. I'l be banging ma' head on the com screen which has eventually showed me the words PLEASE BANG HERE at the center of the monitor. =.=

my computer is black and my face is white.

White is my favourite colour and thats when black is, too

my phone is black and my pillow is white,

that's why my sh*t and othr stools are of the same colour, too..

( this is the greatest poem of the 30th century. You have to read it to rhyme. If what u read doesnt rhyme, hey, its not the poems fault, its your fault!! )

haiyo..... this blog is not me actually... its who I am you ahould see now is me. understand? now, read it phrase by phrase. understand now? hey!! bufallo!! try it again!! ok... u've given up.. ah...u're looking at me with some kind of eye demeanor aye???? hey.......stop it.. now. listen and do, what i tell u. look at ur knees now. Look. ok? then... turn back to the screen for further instructions....ok.. now.. look at your mouse if you have one. If you dont have one, look at your scrolling pad in built on your laptop. now.. look back here... turn around, look back and count to 3...ok...now.. see? I told ya, nothing was gonna happen!! why are u so nervous??? haiyo.......

if u wanna die,

just grab a knife, and, wait! dont stab yourself yet!! go to the police station, stab a police. and u'll die. This way, at least you will earn a Honours and go on to the front page of the newspapers be it The Star or Straits Times.... You'll be on wikipedia too!! Thats the greatest honours you will get!

* Thank you!! Thank you all!! Thanks to my readers!! Thanks!! I love you all!! Thanks especially to my cousin who has inspired me to blog some good rubbish because of him himself * erhmm, public view concerned* !! Thanks for the Granny!! I mean, graMMy...!! Love ya'll guys........and bitches.. c ya! *

Contradictions: Black or White?

2009-02-15T20:29:00.000-08:00

Heaven and Earth, Man and Woman, Sky and Land...

And the list goes on and on and on.... infinite list of contradictions...

What?

What is that which differentiates between yes and NO?

Between Black and White, lies Grey. Most people don't see that. Between Yes and No, what's that lying? Ah right, MAYBE. Between Heads and Tails of a coin, what lies in the middle is WHEN THE COIN IS STUCK TO A CRACK.

There is always something between two decisions.

So, when you actually think of killing yourself, think of the two decisions. Life and Death. So, what lies in the middle? [nyawa nyawa ikan] XD no......in between Life and Death is.....?

who knows, tell me...

I don't know the answer.

For those who want to suicide and have thought of this question, ponder upon it, because this will actually buy the rescuers or police some time to come to your aid.

The point is, there is always something neutral for you to follow each time you face some hard times! When you are aiming for Victory when you are Losing, you don't go to the end point just like that. There is just so much more in between Losing and Victory. Aim for whatever lies in the middle. Then, proceed to what lies ahead of you. And slowly, I am sure you will achieve Victory. Some people just strive for Victory when he is at the bottom of the bottle. Then. he will fail! Surely, he will fail. Do you know what the ladder is for? It is to help somebody to climb up to a higher spot from the ground, isn't it? YES! So here you see, even when doing something that simple, just to climb up to the ceiling, you, too, need a ladder! You do not possibly jump up to the ceiling without some work done. You have to search ( work for it ) for the ladder ( the aid ), and then, climb ( make use of it ) the ladder without slipping ( by doing it seriously ). To climb the ladder without slipping, one's foot must step on the whole rung of it ( taking optimum advantage of the aid ) and doing it a step at a time ( going at your own pace ) and at the top, you will sit on the rung ( it is where you have a little rest at the point ). Then you lift your head and your hands up to do the job you're supposed to do ( striving for Victory ). This is the utmost important part. You must be cautious, and look down ( reminisce ) and make sure that no one is there to pull the ladder away ( be careful ). And then, do your job with maximum focus ( focus on Victory ). In the end, you will succeed! You will then climb down the ladder ( harvest the Victory ). Now, there is a difference between climbing down and falling down. Climbing down means that you have completed your job well and are going to harvest your success whereas falling down means you are dropping down to Losing. And remember, after climbing down ( to tell the success story ), you have made a name for yourself. This is just the first step to success. You will teach others your way to Victory, and when you have made names for the people, you, have become, the teacher. The holder, of the greatest title.

This, is the Victory you have aimed for.

Angels

2009-02-15T20:10:00.001-08:00

The holiest place there could ever be
All you can do is bow
Before the one who made heaven and earth
Before the Almighty God
For Him alone

Sing with the angels
Sing with the angels
Singing the name of the lord
Singing the name of the lord

For every soul
He gave it all
Given for all of mankind
Eternal life is His alone
Given to all who believe
In Him alone

Jesus...
Jesus...
Jesus...
Jesus...

Sparkling Dime

2009-02-12T17:55:00.000-08:00

I forgot what morning looked like.

For the past 3 months, the morning i call is ranging from 11am to 1pm. That's the time I wake up every day. To a bright and fearful sun. I was so damn used to it that I really forgot how the dark morning looked!

Today, I woke up early.

7.45am.

Well, it's kinda early for me after these few months. Reasons I woke up this early was NOT to experience the beautiful diamond sky or dew or what nots... I had an assignment to complete which earns me a nice RM50, and to watch a movie i borrowed from my friend. [ The legend of 1900]. So since I had *chores* to do, I planned to wake up early and I did it!

There are also other plans for today, cos, you see, last night I had the usual badminton game at a hall with some of my friends. I had a muscle ache. I don't know what went wrong. It's an old injury and I think I stressed on it and I just losed my arm last night. Basically, it's game withOUT warm up. So that's what mainly killed my arm. So, as expected, I played like sh*t last night. Couldn't get my hands on victory, damn it.. Really was under form. Couldn't even *kill* a shuttle properly. =.= so, we'll be having another mini tournament tonight, at the same hall. And I guess I have to work out today before going to the hall! ^^ to avoid from that injury. I really hate it. The feeling is, you know, pain in the bone from the shoulder to the hand. The whole friggin' arm. P-A-I-N is spelled on it. =.=

So I think I"m gonna make a move and start my workout!! Ciao! ^^

风声

2009-02-02T19:07:00.000-08:00

站在楼梯的下级上

被清冷的风扫着我的身体上

是否这是清凉还是恶冷

早已毫无解释

上天赐了我双耳朵

让我聆听自然的每一点滴

雨水的铃声风的梦想声

完全放走了我

*风

慢慢飘过我的风

慢慢吸取我的灵魂

慢慢带走我进入另个梦里面

风

是你吹过的风

逃走了你的发香

带走了你的话语

让我现在也无知的寻找你的花香

**到最后终于把我也带走

到你的家里

终于也把我的梦想完全打破

就在那一刻

我世界毁化的那一刻

我听见了风

把你的声音带来了我的耳朵旁边你也在那边而哭着的说

Carpe Diem

2009-01-22T00:43:00.000-08:00

Carpe diem.

Carped diem? What on Earth was carpe diem?

Based on certified dictionaries, it brings the meaning of "eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die". It links to memento mori which is a reminder to us that we are all mortals and we have to die and we must die and we will die. Sounds kinda negative huh?

Well, in my opinion, it's not negative. Not at all. It's a boost for us human beings to strive for the sky, to reach the stars, to go beyond the sun!

The point of me making this post is a follow up to my previous post, HOPE. HOPE is the initials for "Helping Opressed People Everywhere". Well, I do hope, I really do hope that I can help a least 1 opressed person. For I know, only people who come across this blog will be opressed by my lenghty blogs... XD But they make up my blocks of life though...

Those who only know me through my blogs will probably think that I'm a very boring person. But those who actually know me in real life may not think of me like this. I can be funny ( those who see that I'm always funny, don't know me much ) . I can be moody ( emo-ish ) . I can be angry like a fireball, bursting out every second. and u have to know me by person to know me more..

anyway, that was just trivial.. haha! I really don't know why I'm writing this blog. It's supposed to be a follow up to the HOPE blog. But then, I really do not know what to write!

but then again, we are supposed to look forward in our life. Not to think that its always the last day of our life in order to go all out to strive for what we want!

instead.... we should....

think that today is the second last day of our lives!!!

because, in this way...........

We will be able to enjoy and reap our harvest!! HAHAHAA!!

kidding...

so,

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!

It sings...

2009-01-19T01:28:00.000-08:00

Upon gazing the trees, the Earth trembled beneath my feet. Shudders were sent down through my single cold spine, shattering each and every bone into lose pieces within myself. The movement of milli-decibals within my ligaments were present and chatter in my mouth was heard. I closed my eyes and prayed for calmness and for peacefulness. My legs were still shaking. My head was as if it was on a gigantic chainsaw. The view looked edgy and ice was going down my bones. When I opened my eyes......

I saw three white Perodua Kancils in front of me, parked.

I looked at my badge.

3 (D)

i was the third in line to take the motorcar (D) drivers test.

After the second finished his turn, I was ready to start my engine. Moom! woah.. the tiny sound of a kancil startled me for a little. I started the test. slowly, I entered the parking lot. then i proceeded to the 3 point turn. The 3 point turn was my weakest part. Slowly I entered my car inside, and did all the procedures, and i got out. and i proceeded to the HILL. That was easy though.. And my interior test was over, I got down from the KANCIL, and went over to a JPJ person to take my results....

deng

deng!!!!!

yay!!! I passed all of them!!!!

then...

I had to wait.....

in the meantime.......

A few others were having their test too.. and i had the laugh of my life XD

a person "die fire" [死火] at the HILL over 10 times!!! walau-eh!!!

then.... it was the town running test

i was ready

the JPJ lansi examinor was ready..

i was so damn unlucky i got the most lansi lanyong examinor...

i was greeting him... the dialogue as below..

ME: Encik, selamat pagi..

JPJ: ... ...

ME: Saya periksa dulu ya~~ Saya periksa lampu tepi...

JPJ: CEPAT JALAN!

(wow... i was stunned for a while)

ME: ... ...

JPJ: ... ...

ME: Saya jalan sekarang ya..

JPJ: ... ... ( lansi yong )

ME: Saya buka air cond ya ( still smiling )

JPJ: ... ...

ME: Saya jalan ya...

JPJ: CEPAT!! TEKAN MINYAK!!!

ME: o...

JPJ: JALAN!!! MINYAK MANA?! CEPAT SIKIT!!

=.=

ME: ... ...

( At the junction, we gotta stop. There was a motor )

JPJ: JALAN TERUS!!!

ME: Encik, ada motor...

JPJ: JAUH LAGI!! JANGAN PEDULI!!

ME: ... ... ( damn it )

( Fast forward a few minutes )

( He was on the phone, suddenly talk to me without me knowing)

JPJ: U kerja apa??

ME: ... ... ( concentrating on driving )

JPJ: HOI! SAYA TANYA KAMU! U KERJA APA??!!!

ME: ( walau-eh.. kena electric shock ah..) oh, tarak.. saya lepasan spm..

JPJ: ... ...

ME: ( try to make things nice ) skrang cari kerja susah ya...

JPJ: MANA SUSAH??!!! JANJI RAJIN, BOLEH LA!!

ME: ( 他妈的。。。）... ...

JPJ: TEKAN MINYAK!! CEPAT!! CEPAT!! GRR!!!

ME: ( I was at 60km/h. And that was the speed limit for the area )

JPJ: CEPAT SKIT LAR!!

ME: ( I didnt bother him )

JPJ: CEPAT LAR!! BOLEH LAJU SIKIT KAH??????!!!!!

ME: ( Ignorance is perfect )

( And so it went on to the destined place, RAY PANDU )

I got down from the car and i got the result from him. Thank god I passed it!! So i thanked him but he still lansi lanyong... stupid shit.... lcly!!!

but i also thank him lar, cos he let me go under stress.. which i may use in the future.... so....

anywayz....

Do u hear my engine singing now?

Well, i hear it roaring!! >.^

In Honor Of Stupid People

2009-01-16T19:49:00.001-08:00

In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed to stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods:

On a Sears hairdryer -- Do not use while sleeping.
(Shoot, and that's the only time I have to work on my hair.)

On a bag of Fritos -- You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.
(the shoplifter special)?

On a bar of Dial soap -- "Directions: Use like regular soap,"
(and that would be how???....)

On some Swanson frozen dinners -- "Serving suggestion: Defrost."
(but, it's "just" a suggestion).

On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom) -- "Do not turn upside down."
(well...duh, a bit late, huh)!

On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding -- "Product will be hot after heating."
(...and you thought????...)

On packaging for a Rowena iron -- "Do not iron clothes on body."
(but wouldn't this save me more time)?

On Boot's Children Cough Medicine -- "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication."
(We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head-colds off those forklifts.)

On Nytol Sleep Aid -- "Warning: May cause drowsiness."
(and...I'm taking this because???....)

On most brands of Christmas lights -- "For indoor or outdoor use only."
(as opposed to...what)?

On a Japanese food processor -- "Not to be used for the other use."
(now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious)

On Sainsbury's peanuts -- "Warning: contains nuts."
(talk about a news flash)

On an American Airlines packet of nuts -- "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts."
(Step 3: maybe, ooh...fly Delta?)

On a child's Superman costume -- "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."
(I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)

On a Swedish chainsaw -- "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals."
(Oh my ..was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)

Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to spread the stupidity.

THANK YOU ALL!! ^^

2009-01-15T19:39:00.000-08:00

Thanks for all the comments for my song. Thanks to hisano, spiral riynn, ct_cassiopea, jacky kit, and my family members for giving me valuable comments and suggestions on perfecting the hit! I hereby bow down low and say a heartfelt thank you all! ^^ I really appreciate it! In return, I will certainly do my best in producing each song and give my best, dedicated to you all!

Thank you!

朋友，快乐到永远

2009-01-14T20:19:00.000-08:00

慢慢飘浪的云朵像在藏着眼泪

灰色黑色的沉默却在寻找着谁

你的深爱身挨溢出滴得满地都是

怎扫也扫不清

比雪更白

比海更深

比天更高

比远更远

比爱情还耐久的亲情我们欢庆撑得久

比风更大

下大过雨

我们相亲相爱

越爱越久的心

我们连成一片

我们心成一条直线

只要我们快乐到永远

朋友祝你快乐到永远。。。

this song is written by me. I already have the tune in mind, but it's not confirmed yet. So, here, I open it to anyone who stumbles upon this piece to compose its music and claim it his / hers upon my approval. Happy composing.

LOL!!! XD

2009-01-12T08:14:00.001-08:00

15 THINGS TO MAKE YOUR PARENTS THINK YOU'RE INSANE!!
1. Follow them around the house everywhere.
2. Moo when they say your name.
3. Run into walls.
4. Say that wearing clothes is against your religion.
5. Stand over them at four in the morning with a huge grin on your face and say, good morning sunshine
6. Pluck someone's hair out and yell, "DNA"
7. Wear a sticker that says, "I’m a retard"
8. Have 20 imaginary friends that you talk to all the time.
9. In public yell, "No Mom/Dad, I will not make out with you!!"
10. Do what they actually tell you.
11. Jump off the roof, trying to fly.
12. Hold their hand and whisper to them, I see dead people.
13. At everything they say yell, Liar.
14. Try to swim in the floor.
15. Tap on their door all night.

What's The Point?

2009-01-10T05:47:00.000-08:00

What’s the point of us doing something out of our way?

I’m quite sure that each and everyone of us have a goal, an objective to achieve. Most of us have even dreamt of succeeding in the goal. The ideal dream! Don’t each of us want to live our dream if possible? Don’t we want to get what we want? Don’t we want to get what we desire?

Almost everyone in this world has to go through a long process well known as “schooling” to get what we want. In my own opinion, a person should only choose whether he or she needs to attend school, depending on the target decided. Let’s say if the person wants to become a fashion designer, does he need to attend school? Does he need to attend physics or mathematics classes? I don’t think so. There are fashion apprentices out there. Join them! Follow a mentor’s footsteps and this person will not regret his decision. Sometimes schooling does not mean anything. To me, it is just a place to gain EXTRA knowledge and to meet friends and future business partners of lifetime mates. My meaning of EXTRA knowledge is that we do not have to use that knowledge but only as a “sword” for ur to use when we meet some occasions. Of course, school teaches moral values and our nation’s history, and that is very vital. But these days, kids have to learn everything provided by the school! A person who wants to become en artist someday must attend science classes!! Why? Just becasue the education ministry needs us to do that, so we follow orders. If it was actually possible, students should be able to choose their field of target and only study whatever he needs to know. This saves a lot of time and is a very good solution to the econtry’s economy which is devastating these days. We do not want to create multi-knowing people in our society. We need experts! I am sure in every different person breeds a differnt brute. Strive for what you want and go for it!

But then again, how can I change the system by just posting a mini blog? It’s just that I hope that the authority reads this and ponders over what I have said and to anyone who stumbled upon this, feel free to comment on what I just said. Thank you.

URGENT PROBLEM!!

2009-01-08T20:00:00.000-08:00

Hi everybody, can u pls tell me what kind of problem I'm facing right now? As seen in the PrintScreen picture, my new MSN LIVE MESSENGER is facing a problem now. The error screen pops out around 5 seconds after I log on to it. What is the problem and how should I fix it? If anyone knows please give me an answer in the comment box ASAP becaue I really need to use the messenger, especially at the weekends. Thanks all!! ^^

sighs...

2009-01-08T08:30:00.000-08:00

"10th grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried."

This is a post i copied from somewhere else... How true of it, how true.. so guys, don't be a coward... speak up!! This..... relates a bit to me.... the difference is she is still alive...

*sigh*

*SIGH*

Hope

2009-01-06T08:04:00.002-08:00

Hope is everywhere!!

This post is to help oppressed people. So, it will be a little bit more livelier than the other posts.

As Josh Groban sings " Don't give up, it's just the weight of the world..."

We should not give up, at all!! Because each new day is hope!! Every new day you see when you awake in the morning, hope has surrounded you. 不经逆风不见彩虹，没有人可以随随便便成功！[ If you do not overcome the oncoming wind, you do not see the rainbow. No one can suceed without labour! ] and 爱拼才会赢！[ you have to strive to succeed !] yes, every new day is hope. every new breath you take, is hope! True! But if you open up your mouth to the sky every morning, what do you get? You don't expect free lunch to fall from the sky! Every morning you see is hope, and that hope must be transformed to labour, and hard work breeds only success!!

Hope is everywhere my dear friends!!

Was blind but now I see

2009-01-05T21:33:00.000-08:00

These few days, I've been dead. DEAD. So what am I now? The returned? Haha! I'm talking in metaphors!

I was so bored these few days, that I felt dead. Drop down dead. Even feeling tired was a better feeling than this. It was depressing!! But then, I listened to music. At first, I listen to some classical, and then jazz.. Then I felt, these songs cannot lift my spirits up. They're too sentimental. So I listened to some pop tunes. Hmm... Most were not bad, as today's generations like to put in a lot of bass into pop. But it still wasn't enough. An then, I turned to Chris Daughtry's. Then I continued with "Lifehouse"'s. And then Check Yes, Juliet. And it started....

My moods came back up!!! I was back in high spirits!! My legs keep on dancing to the beats of music!!! My head tilted upwards!! I felt...HAPPPY!!!!

Thank you God for giving me these music!! Thanks for helping me understand your language!!! ^^

Independence?

2009-01-04T07:09:00.000-08:00

What I find about myself is that I like to talk about music and personal opinions, a lot.. I don't know why these interest me so much. I just love talking about these two things. It's like I'm searching answers to 2 questions from these two topics, one question each. But how can I possibly write out everything, all my questions on these two topics? Oh, my ideas don't dry up like the deepest well... No, they don't. But they'll just bore you to death.

I'm going to say something rather meaningless, yet brings ideas and perceptions. Its something to do with music ( of course ). The damper pedal. Yes, the damper pedal on the piano. The damper pedal is a tool attached to the piano which when stepped and played a note at the same time, prolongs the note for a long time until you release the pedal. Sounds meaningless? Or the other way around. Whatever it may be, que sera sera, I'm going on. Ready? here goes.

There is a damper pedal in each and every one of us. You know who stepped on this pedal? Our mother. Our mum. They stepped on our damper pedal from the day we were in their stomach. She never lets go of it. She keeps stepping on it, even though it hurts a lot, and strains a lot. When we were born, she did not let go. Not even an inch. Suffering from pain she was, but stepping on the pedal, she was, too. Until the day we turned into kids, She lets go a little, and lets us have a feel on stepping the damper on ourselves. She releases half of it, and BRINGS our feet to the pedal. No, those who think that you did the initiative of being independent, you're wrong. Its she, mother, who brought our feet to the damper. Then we have the feeling, the air of it. There were times when we were a bit scared at the steely felling of the damper. Then, we felt very nice sustaining the pedal. We asked our mum to let go! Of course, she woudn't. But with tears in her eyes, she lets go.

From the first day of the year 2009 until now ( 4th Jan 09 ), 24 people have died in road accidents. Because they have completely let go of their mother and have stepped on the damper pedal without a guide, they slipped. The feet became a little wet, and slipped off the pedal. A mistake can change the life. And, it did. They released the damper pedal, and the heartbeat transposed itself into a staccato half beat. Slowly, it became softened, and...

We need our guide! Jesus Christ, is the eternal guide. With Him as the stopper on the pedal, we shall live eternally in His presence! None, should be, inde-pen-dent.

The Inpiration: A pane to new lives, and perceptions

2009-01-04T07:08:00.001-08:00

What artists, composers, lyricists, musicians, illusionists, and fashionistas need are inspirations. Things that inspire them, move them to touch something: hearts of humans. Inspirations seem a big word. It seems as if it is a kind of spiritual element, full of rejuvenating energy. Well, inspirations are only phenomena which takes place around the beholder. What the person experiences, is an inspiration. So, pratically, inspirations are what makes an artist alive. No one can draw without an idea, can he? Or, no one can draw and illuminate a beautiful artwork without inspirations, can he? Or maybe, Da Vinci, had no inpirations at all? Impossible. When a person opens up a new point of view to the world, he, is drawing a new hue and shade as the inner surface on the world, through his eyes. There are 2 classes of people in this world: Optimists and Pessimists. In an pessimists, the world is in a black hue of greyish linings, not a scent of white or brightness in it. It’s just so dull, so dead! On the other hand, an optimists colour. What will it be? Red? Yellow? Neon? White? No. The answer is, its transparent. They will just accept whatever that happens, and make the best out of it. It applies to the essential human life as well. When people open their eyes in the morning, they would like to forget the blemished past of last night’s incident, and relive yesterday’s dream. Its very normal to want a perfect life, isn’t it? I would actually like to link human, to artists. All humans are artists. Wrong? We all paint our own picture. Dull or coulourful, it’s up to us. But now, what happens is that, everything influences. Stock prices coming up and down, petrol prices dropping well above the previous limit causes the pressure on most citizens. These are all inspirations to the drawing of people, negative inspirations at least. Its really sad looking at these political undergrowth happening around us. Sickening to say. A person has to live life the way he wants to live it, and not the way others want him to live it the way they want him to. In short, live is to be lived the way the beholder wants to. We see many engineers, phyisicsts, chemists, doctors, biologists, lawyers. Why not we ponder, where did these people get their degree from? Now, where did they get their diploma from? Trace back further, where did they graduate? In high school? Vocationals? And, where and when did they start? Simple. Each educated person starts his journey when he reaches Form 4, based on Malaysian rankings. On this Form 4 rung of ladder, a person will have to decide which route he has to take.” Should I take up arts? I want to be an artist. But, others are taking science. They are in the science astream. I think I should follow him. He is right. ” The above bubble thought may have occured in a Malaysian student. Understand this, the mentality of Malaysian citizens is that arts play a substitutional role in the industry. Science and business, on the other hand, play the vital role in keeping the country alive. Therefore, there is the pressure of parents or the society on the kid to pursue the science stream. That, is the way that other people have wanted this person to take. This comes to place where the above idealogy is mentioned. A person should only take the route he wants, and not the route other people want him to take. I mean, is it necessary to follow others’ path? You may say that there are very very rich and successful people in the world like Donald Trump. Alright, that may be too far. Let’s just compare some peer who has achieved some good results in a very popular field: engineering. Does it mean that one has to take up engineering to succeed in life? This person may be very talented in architecture design. But he sees that many people are pursuing the science field, racing in terms of scientific technologies. As the icing of the cake, there is a successor in that field. A very good one instead. Therefore, he puts his dreams on hold, and starts moving along the popular line. However, this person fails to understand that ony few have succeeded. Yes, many people are pursuing the line, moving along it very faithfully, but how many have succeeded? There is a very big probability that these people might just be the same as him, moving along the line inspired negatively by others. And he in the end, becomes a part of those statistics, and fails as a person. I mentioned that he might have put his dreams on hold. Yes. How long can you hold then? How long? Are you sure that you can live a lifetime? In fact, how long is a lifetime? 50 years? 10 years? 5 years? A month? A week? What about, tomorrow? How do we know our life span? Accidents happen and involve lives. Can you be a hundred percent sure that you will be a complement of those statistics? People die in car accidents. Do you think they have ever thought of being a death data, let alone being involved in an accident? Dear reader, no. Everyone is different in nature but same in thoughts. We want to keep alive. Even a dying person of natural death will still try his best to gasp for more air to live, to prolong his temporary immortality. But the truth is, no one on this planet can predict his or others’ lifetime and lifespan. So, if he puts his acrchitect designing programme on hold, when will he continue it? Will he be able to continue it? Will he still feel the same about architecture design later on? This is why people face the problem with jobs. Lack of jobs. Why? We want experts. Thats a fact. We all want experts to do our job. This is why job interviews are carried out to search for the perfect man for the job. If one is not interested in the field he studies in, how can he possibly fare well in the interview? The society is a very cruel part in our lives. They are the inspirations of our lives, of our picture. This is the only reason I wrote this blog: to inspire you to pursue your own dreams by opening a pane of window in your life. A pane only, not the whole window. Then you will be able to find out how well you can acually see when you are walking the path you are taking which may not be the most popular choice. You may try opening the main door and walk a broad way. But, are you sure that you are going to find true happiness in that way? You may be walking the most popular way in the world, but will you be happy? Walk the way you want, even if it may be only a part of a window pane. You will find sunshine and joy by doing what you dream, and to have sweeter dreams of the success you reap of your dreams.

The joy of the world lies in your hands and by moving along the dreams of your choice, there will be another dream, which, might just be the sweetest dream tomorrow.

Arrivederci, ciao!

We're still friends.

2009-01-02T20:18:00.000-08:00

I've some to say my adieus to my love.. We're still friends now right? I hope we'll remain the best of friends, as the song just suggests,,,

U should know that I'll love u forever.. And I'll love u till the day that I die, and I know it, yes, i know it..

I love you.

But we'll be the best of friends.. Best friends.

I love you. I really do. I'd trade everything for you. But why are u doing so? Can't u see my love for you? It will have overspilled if it was for another person but for u, any love is just not enough.

I just hope that u'll see this and just know how i feel. U know it. I love you. Can they explain my love for u?

No.

Those three words...

Never do.

They can't. Because for u, nothing, is enough. Not even the three words.

White Christmas aye?

2008-12-23T21:57:00.001-08:00

I'm dreaming of a white, christmas...Just like the ones I used to know...

Oh, how true those lyrics are! And that may just continue being a dream for this year after all!! Black Christmas!! Is this what I am facing now???

Oh, yes, I TRULY AM!!

How can I live in such darkness?? Just trying to persuade someone whom i care, someone closest to me to go to church, it hurts that badly?? I'm not talking about my lover, but someone who is the closest to me!! You all should know what I mean!! I'm just trying my very best to invite her to church, for worship, is that any WRONG????

I said: Don't just o and see my show, if you are to come, come for the whole duration, and also for worship services after that !!

And then, this black christmas began. I started to have some characteristics which I never knew I had: Unpleasant, bad, evil...

Well, ok. DAMN!!!

Now I finally knew that being a christian isn't that easy. Yes, it isn't THAT EASY!!

Black, Christmas!!

BLACK!!

BLACK!!!!

Controversy: Definitions To The World Called Earth

2008-12-13T06:05:00.000-08:00

What explains the world? What gives definitions to every phenomena which takes place in this world we live in? What gives these happenings the explanation?

Now, today, physics and chemistry, do. Everything is explained by these two major fields of science. What happens when lighting strikes? A few giga counts of watt is flashed down, causing this to happen, that to happen. Yes, physics explains it. What happens when dirt on clothing is submerged in water? Particles are suspended and they come off. And so it seems, according to chemistry laws. But wait. There's a catch here.

"according to chemistry/ physics laws..."

Who sets those laws? Sir Isaac Newton? Who was he? Why was he that important? Was it because he dicovered the gravitational pull of the Earth? If so, it is until after he had done something, then people started giving him a certain deal of respect! But remember: isn't he a human as well? Wasn't he alive, the same with us? He wasn't a god for sure! Just imagine if there was a genius amongst us and hasn't shown off his great masterly skills yet, would someone or rather anyone respect him for being a nobody? And it is because of these insanity, these beliefs, people tend to explain every damn phenomena on this Earth by quoting physics and chemistry laws! These laws weren't set by god, were they? They can easily say that these laws are naturally occurent, and were here for a long time already. Since the age of the dinosaurs, they might say. Well, how well do they know? According to historians? Archaeologists? Do you know what I would just have done upon hearing these so-called evidences? I'd scoff. Every sane person living on this Earth will know that every person, does commit error. No matter how great or how small the error is, it is still an error. Could it be that because of a pioneer archaeologist that all the others followed que and said that those rock animal shaped things were dinosaurs? What say they miscalculated the time range? What say he wanted popularity and he orally added some mystery into it? I do not believe in science. I do not believe in physics, nor chemistry. How well can they explain the happenings of the world? As far as I know, all the happenings are only defined by laws made by men and rules set by man. All rules and regulations are set by men and since when men had no mistakes at all? They have them by them all the time? People just do not give them space for errors! Nature is not equivalent to men's judgements, therefore men cannot explain nature's happenings.

To me, whatever explains the happenings of the world, is music. Sound, some may call it, but I'd refer it to music more. Music explains everything happening on the surface of the Earth. When we look at something happening, we hear a sound. It is definite that we hear a sound, because generally audible sounds are present every moment. Even the deaf, can hear it. His own sound, his intrigues looming up deep from his heart. Those send him sounds that only he can hear. Whatever we hear, affects our perception towards the happening of a mystery. I call it music. When someone sings rather badly, or plays an instrument rather poorly, he calls it music. Bad, unshaped music. But passer-bys. What do they call it? Sound. Noise pollution! So what explains these kind of reaction towards bad music? Reactions from the surroundings. People cover their ears with their hand and give a very disrespectful comment. These are all very minor reactions that many may not see. So, he, upon hearing these disrespectful comments, is inspired to give an explanation himself: he is a bad singer/ player. Music explains it all. When chinese drums are heard, collaborated with a certain rhythm and trumpets, one will know that it is a funeral. And his mind will inteprate it upon hearing the music played. Nature, is defined. Scientist find it so hard to explain some rare phenomena because the ideas that come to their mind opposes another's authorized theory. But his theory may not be right. Even after all the tests, there must just be a test to prove it completely wrong. A proven test must be a 100% correct theory, no failures. But some of these theories accpeted today are only 99% right. Even so, they are still followed. Why? When nature seems hard to define, the natural instinct of the human mind will define it accurately, without mistake. After all, the human mind is designed by God, isn't it? God, designed nature, didn't he?

Nature, is in God's hand, isn't it?