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Double Pain

2011-01-09T01:11:00.000+08:00

No pain no gain?

I rather not gain.

A visit to the family dentist gave two blows.

D: Are you Dr.Shu's son?
I: Yea, hi uncle, it's been some time
D: I were this (puts is hand in the air wait level to indicate my height) short the last time I saw you.
I: Haha, and back with a toothache.
D: So what are you doing now?
I: I'm studying journalism.
D: Oh, still studying?
I: Yea,... *repeats my grandfather story* ... in UTAR, Kampar.
D: So you're studying here...
I: .... hmm, yea.

2nd blow, the ache is still here, hopefully the medicine will work and the infection will go away.

Sometimes, it's not about loving money, material driven, nor not being content.

When we're living in a materialistic world, we are driven like that. We work, get money, pay off bills and save for future. This is life.

Some who lives in comfortable houses, living off a fixed prudent salary, driving a reasonably good car, tells us to be content. How convincing.

I agree, I'm not that smart, not that hardworking. Smarter people scorn me, saying that public universities are ultimately better -- undoubtedly -- and saves thousands of dollar.

Richer people, look at me and say, "Impossible you can't go abroad for studies, your dad's a doctor", and eventually graduate with an MBBS or whatever high end degree you can find on the list.

Smart people whom are rich, yes, it's a blessing, I'll STFU.

Easier said that done, to stand up, buckle up and walk away from the past.

When people ask me where I am now-- expecting a company's name -- I feel very embarrassed, ashamed for my parents.

Who wants to stay in the dark forever? But, I just can't walk away. I just can't.

总有一天

2010-12-15T19:31:00.003+08:00

总有一天，我能像身边的朋友一样。

一样开心。

一样成功。

一样工作。

一样买些想要的东西。

一样的想读什么master's degree。

一样让别人看的起。

一样的带给家人骄傲。

但，现在，我只能。。。

梦见，我能像身边的朋友一样

梦见，我能一样开心。

梦见，我能一样成功。

梦见，我能一样工作。

梦见，我能一样买些想要的东西。

梦见，我能一样的想读什么master's degree。

梦见，我能一样让别人看的起。

梦见，我能一样的带给家人骄傲。

A Clown from BTG

2010-12-14T22:46:00.000+08:00

There was a friend who once told me, "It's a good training when I was a clown, I had to put down my ego and make people happy".

In Banting, it's not an easy life where every weekend is family day.

There's no going to the Zoo or family shopping day, or maybe just for me.

Maybe, lacking of a strong present father figure allows someone to look for other role models.

I don't know where I found it, but it sure wasn't a blessing.

Well, at least I had some confidence that brought me thus far. =D

But time to abandon myself, in search of a new me.

Reminding myself that sometimes, it's good to "put down my ego and make people happy".

What if I throw my current self and could never find a new me?

Probably a question that only limits for BTG people, identity crisis, at the age of 23.

Mid-life crisis striking early? or adolescent came late? Tatau...

Banting Tales III

2010-12-09T17:49:00.000+08:00

This is the continuation of my life back in hometown.

http://tyshushi.blogspot.com/2009/12/banting-tales-ii.html
http://tyshushi.blogspot.com/2009/12/banting-tales.html

"A story that depicts the defunct life of rural areas" - Washing Ton Post

"Unbelievably... real" - Old York Times

"Things that you don't believe. Here it is" - Shuzer Yeeh

Banting Tales III

"Raindrops keep falling on my head", sings a friend of mine while running in the ran towards the shaded porch of the university. It was a misty morning where clouds float pass the mountains of Kampar seen in the distance.

It was a beautiful song for the urban girl, dressed in MNG tops and Levi's Jeans matched with a designer duffel. Raindrops on her head seems fun.

Not for me.

Every time when it rains, I think about the windows of my home back in Banting could be soaked and wonders whether it could hold the rain water form flowing into the room.

Rain in Banting is no ordinary rain. Acidic rain might sound typical, but in Banting it rains phosphoric acid (H3PO4) rather than sulphuric acid (H2SO4). It has carved it's impression on the windows of my parents room, bit by bit, and the window could no longer withstand the wrath of mother nature.

On a bright Thursday morning, I woke up and heard some loud banging noises on the walls. I quickly walked out of my room and saw that the windows were being removed. I stood still by the doors. Looking at the rotten window panes, giving them honour of the good fight they had fought, without giving up on us.

It quickly struck my mind that it is not normal, windows were not meant to be removed. "Are we selling the windows to put food on the table?"
"Are the potatoes and vegetables not growing?"
I was in a shock.

With a gloomy feeling, started walking out of the house for some air, filled with the scent of crocodile dung, and stumbled upon a new set of windows, aluminium frame with tinted glass.

Seems like we have saved up enough for the new set of windows. Phosphoric rain is no longer a threat, for my parents' room.

What would you do when you wake up and find that your windows are missing? None thought about that question. In Banting, it is not a rare phenomenon. People sell their windows to feed themselves, for a day of two and prays that the rain doesn't come.

Banting tales - to be continued.

Philosophy ala Shu

2010-11-20T10:41:00.001+08:00

Sometimes, life requires you to be still, sit down and think what's next.

Hmm, what's next?

Location:Jalan Batu Karang,Kampar,Malaysia

One Blinded Eye

2010-11-04T00:57:00.001+08:00

It doesn't make sense when we sing patriotic songs louder and more enthusiastically when we were younger, and yet, the spirit just dies off along time.

Yes, there are problems to the country. Every country has their own problems.

What is stopping us from looking at the goods and blessings which we had received from Malaysia?

Why are we complaining all the time of the problems, and stopped us from looking back, what we've achieved?

Many argue that we could be better. YES, no one is trying to refute such statement.

When the sense of belonging disappears, people migrate. I have friends who have no whatsoever reasons to stay back in Malaysia, other than the lack of funds to migrate.

I say, bravo. Abandon ship when the ship is sinking. Perfect choice, smart and ingenious.

People from the other countries that you will migrate you hates you for how you dislike the foreign workers who comes to Malaysia. They see you as robbers like how you judge the foreign workers who are here. You are cheap labour there for you are willing to work, for a citizenship outside of your own home country. People laugh at you yet you blind an eye. People scorn you and you scream in favour of meritocracy. People spit at you and ask you to go back to your own country, and you say that they are drunk.

Wake up! This is YOUR country!

I'm making a mockery of myself for being so patriotic, but the bottom line is, this is it, my home none other than Malaysia.

Call me stupid, but I'm here to stay.

My favourite patriotic song, Sejahtera Malaysia reflects my current feelings.

Puji dan syukur kepada Ilahi,
AnugerahNya tiada terhingga
Kedamaian, kemakmuran,
Malaysiaku bahagia

Dengan tekad untuk berjaya,
berbakti pada nusa dan bangsa,
kami junjung cita-cita luhur
perpaduan seluruh negeri,

seia, sekata sehati sejiwa
menghadapi cabaran,
kami setiap, kami setia
berkorban untuk negara

bersemarak, Malaysia tercinta,
kibarkan panji kebesarannya,
kami rela, menjaga namamu,
sejahtera Malaysia.

Politics for Varsities?

2010-08-20T17:48:00.002+08:00

The cabinet has again disagreed, what's next for those who has the same idea of relaxing the regulation on varsity students to join politics?

Khairy Jamaluddin who voiced out this issue that the government should allow the students in universities be allowed to join politics, is now back to square one, disallowed by the government through a cabinet ruling on 11 August.

Higher Education Minister, Datuk Seri Mohd Khaled Nordin said, "Section 15 of the Universities and University Colleges Act (UUCA) 1971 is already adequate as students are allowed to be involved in political parties if they obtain permission from their vice-chancellors," giving a negative towards the suggesting of liberalising the UUCA.

On the same day of the cabinet ruling, Khairy lambasted at the decision of the cabinet as "gutless and indicates outdated thinking," via Twitter.

Students are supposed to focus on their academics rather than to divert themselves into politics, was probably the conservative thought. Many democratic countries are seen to be liberal on the stand that students of the major age are allowed to affiliate themselves with political parties.

Some suggested that it is a mockery of their own rules, allowing majors of age 21 and above to vote, but regulating them not to participate in political parties. Are the rights be returned to the students?

One major concern of the government, as suggested by Nizar Jamaluddin via Twitter, that the move of not relaxing the regulations, reflects the fear of support of students to the Pakatan Rakyat.

“It is sure that they will support PR because BN had violently robbed their rights to be active in politics,” he said

If Nizar is right, maybe students would have adverse reactions towards the regulations. Students in the varsities now is no longer passive, instead, voices could be heard, indirectly through the new media such as Facebook, blogs and YouTube services.

“Here’s a hint for the Cabinet: You want the youth vote, start by trusting them," said Khairy.

Voices of tomorrow, is what people call the youth of today. Government of today, is what stopping the students to be voices of tomorrow. Who shall defend the rights of the students, to be the voices of tomorrow, is the wait for today.

Independence Month

2010-08-19T12:33:00.000+08:00

Merdeka, Merdeka, Merdeka, seems so far away as compared to the days when we were in primary schools.

Are the eyes seeing things that we didn't understand when we were younger? Inevitably removing the partial judgment we had in our country. Faith like a child, is the ideal mindset for a Malaysian.

Just tell yourselves:

Our country is beautiful, clean and prosperous. Our GDP is growing and we have Cyberjaya and Putrajaya in a 15x50km Multimedia Super Corridor that improves our e-knowledge and empowering FDIs.

Our country upholds judicial impartiality and judges hold the government to account on the things they had done.

We are treated equally and no particular person is superior over the other.

All of us are Malaysians that we share the same joy and pride for our forefathers jointly fought for our independence.

We are separated by colours but 1Malaysia programme can link us all together.

There are no corruption in the government and politics.

Our country is a nett exporter of petroleum but we don't make much money because we are nice and we sell it at a lower price.

.....

The more I type, the more I feel ridiculous.

Malaysians, stop complaining and do something. Politics don't make you dirty if you stand on your decision to stay clean.

If I am the Prime Minister of Malaysia, I will scrap vernacular schools and impose a bottleneck rule, that intra-ethnic marriages are ILLEGAL. That's a draconian law, but believe me bitches and hoes, Malaysia will be soon "assimilated" in literal sense, in 20 years time.

Self Judge

2010-08-10T01:02:00.000+08:00

Nemo iudex in causa sua.

Who can ever say "I could forgo my interest, hence you should too"?

You hold interest in the issue, hence your decisions and opinions are deliberated.

Primus inter pares, stands equal on the par.

Am I equal to my peers? Are you equal to your peers?

Have I misused my powers? Have you misused your powers, creating an autonomy that you wished. Ultra vires!

Nemo iudex in causa sua.

Shu's Principle of Athletic Aerodynamic: Discourse of the century

2010-08-03T19:00:00.001+08:00

INTRODUCTION

Recently, I've been spending some time in running and it came to me that there must be some science of running other than the shoes itself. Shoes only provide less traction and more stability when you run, so that you don't run out of course and end up in the Kampar lake (Shu, 2010).

A moving object does not only succumb to the momentum and the gravitational force (Shu, 2020). This suggests that fat people go faster due to the momentum push and the mass of the fat person cause higher gravitational pull.

Weight = Mass x Gravity

Gravity is not so much of the factor of slowing a person down because we are used to the gravity. Humans have not experienced other gravitational force, hence, it is irrelevant.

The question to ponder is the aerodynamics of the athlete itself. Looking into the fact that Nike, Adidas and other sports clothing producers, often make vests or shorts that will bind to the athlete to reduce air resistance and to cut through wind.

Hence, the discourse in this research is to determine the aerodynamics of the tummy, which will provide higher aerodynamics for the runner in order to achieve a higher speed due to the aerodynamics of the tummy, contrasted from a flat abdomen.

LITERATURE REVIEW

This is the only research of it's kind done and no other related literature, because I am the genius of this generation.

METHODOLOGY

Common sense and basic science, do not need methodology. A 10 year old child can explain about the aerodynamics of a paper plane, and hence methodology part is not necessary.

DISCUSSION

Here, we only need 2 diagrams to explain the whole theory and it is not deniable that this theory makes sense. Normal human beings often reject this theory because they think having abdominal muscles look cool. This is a variable, the constant is the aerodynamics of the athlete, and not the ego.

The diagram explains a thousand words.

Diagram 1.1 Flat surface decreases the aerodynamics creating a wall of air resistance.

Diagram 1.2 Curved surface increases the aerodynamics creating a smooth airflow.

By looking at the new conceptual design of cars i.e. Honda City and the older version, the new Honda city often offers a better fuel consumption and it is explained by the aerodynamics of the car supported by technology of the engines.

CONCLUSION

Hence, this research concludes that fat people can achieve higher aerodynamics that will help to reduce the air resistance while running.

However, it is indeed an idealistic theory because training removed the tummy, and removed the aerodynamics of the human body which God created. The only way is for scientists to discover the way to retain the tummy even by high levels of training, to sustain the perfect aerodynamics of the human body.

This is just a joke, based on scientific facts. But if this could fetch a noble prize, I don't mind.

A weekend

2010-08-03T11:34:00.000+08:00

End of a week, is called a weekend.

Some working class people often tell the students that we will never know how awesome a weekend is.

I tell you, we appreciate it as much as you people do.

A weekend, of spending time walking round the shopping mall and listening to tansuiyen processing a critique on fashion was indeed a bonus after a long week.

That's excluding of the tale of getting myself a pair of new shoes after mine kopak (crocodile). But well, as per my fashion advisor, Ms.Tan, suggested that my new pair of shoes "looked like some Power shoes, from Bata." Well, I do agree that New Balance shoe design sucks to the very max, but yea, decided not to go for the fame of wearing Nike, Reebok, Adidas or Puma and go for something that is made for my feet curve support.

Grandma celebrated her birthday on Sunday, everyone was back. That reminds me that she's ageing, i'm gonna make more effort to go home as frequent as I can. Parents are ageing too, reminds me that I need to strive for my studies and graduate soon.

As usual, when Shyuan and my dad is around, laughter will break out. Both of them are like the epitome of phailures, one kacau another. Often at times, Shyuan will kena kacau more (look at that kepoci tryin to blow popo's birthday candle). =p Well, my dad has found a new target, tansuiyen. hahahaha!

Brain Juice

2010-07-22T09:29:00.000+08:00

It feels pretty good to get up at 6am, and have a 'little' jog to campus for the morning prayer meeting.

And hence I conclude that long distance runners gain strength from their brain juice.

I quote PS, "after the 5th km, you will run with your brains."

Oh yea, too bad my brains are depleted.

Explains why I'm here, now =.=

Anyway, here's UTAR, back in colours.

Do you still remember?

2010-07-17T10:18:00.000+08:00

Do you still remember your teenage years?

Everyone paces on, and in no time, we're adults, working, and commitments all over our shoulders.

Do you still remember, when we used to run around the school canteen, playing hide and seek?

Do you still remember the days when we threw 'guli' on the lawn?

Do you still remember the days when we were so carefree?

Do you still remember the days where we fight in school?

Do you still remember the days when an eraser was called 'rubber'?

Do you still remember when we played with Gameboy when the teacher is teaching rubbish in the class?

Do you even still remember the existence of Gameboy, rather than PSP?

Do you still remember the days when we stayed overnight in school to prepare for 'installations'?

Do you still remember the days when digital cameras with 1.3 megapixels cost a whopping thousand bucks?

Do you still remember the days when we were crazy for sports: tennis?

Do you still remember the days when we our friends left school earlier than us?

The last day of school before SPM?

The day when we took our results?

The more I type, the more emotional I am, reminding how old I've been.

on 31 July, PS will be graduating. (Will definitely be there, sui yen too)

When we were young, we attend birthday parties. After high school, we attend more graduation days. When we're young adults, we attend more weddings, and finally as a closing, when we are old, we attend funerals.

Like it or not, that's lyfe, bytches~

PS and his 'chuan chuan' face.

The 4 siao kias...

I'm old, I'm an Uncle (舅舅)

2010-07-13T13:29:00.003+08:00

It's been a very long time since I posted something.

No pictures recently, had been neglecting my 'wife', left it in the dry box.

She's getting a little dry. =p

Anyway, for those who don't know, I'm an uncle now. Yes laugh, theng shu ern, I'm old. So are you.

Well, here's a short snip of Ian, my nephew visiting Malaysia.

1st thing he did when he reached BTG, was to look up, checking out the fan which goes spinning round.

You don't have such cute stuff in the States yo. And yea, no carpets on the floor and the tiles at home freaked him out, cuz there are lotsa black stones. He might have thought that Malaysian people are dirty, don't sweep the floor. LOL.

Anyway, Happy walking Ian. Will visit everyone of you in Oregon when I can afford someday. =)

From the West to the East

2010-06-22T19:25:00.003+08:00

A boy was brought up in an Asian country. He was taught to he humble. Learn how to respect the elders, and of course, peers around.

There's another boy who was brought up in the western country. He was seen as a bad boy, showing disrespect to teachers, parents and also the friends around.

Soon, both the boys grew up and the boy who grew up with Asian values earned respect from the elderly, the friends around treated him like a good friend because he withheld many disappointments and unpleasant thoughts about them. He was a secret keeper, he kept all his anger and told them nicely, "hey, I think you no do good".

The boy with the 'disrespectful', 'immoral' categorised grew up, fought for the rights of the people, spoke out in the public, made the government angry, made friends realise the unpleasant truth, and soon given a warning, that he was too vocal.

Defender of our rights? Bulwark of our liberties? If we use a 'peacemaker' way to deal with things?

Jesus told the Pharisees off, maybe people who dislike unpleasant truths should take a time machine and tell Jesus that he wasn't a 'peacemaker'.

I'm not defending myself. I know I should just shut up. Probably being vocal is not a gift from God. Believe me, it's a curse. When people around thinks that you're not doing the right thing, they're probably right. Being vocal's not accepted here. I'll just shut up and go. People dislike unpleasant truths. Sugar coat the unpleasant truth, send an anthrax in disguise of a jellybean, we love it.

Best Nasi Lemak in Kampar

2010-05-14T18:39:00.006+08:00

Nasi Lemak Auntie Theresa, is what we call. Anchovies with onion bits simmered under the slow fire of the stove with a tonne of chillies added, voila, the Theresa Super Sambal. You think you've eaten spicy food? Try this.

It's no ordinary Nasi Lemak, this nasi lemak had since been labeled as The Best Nasi Lemak in Kampar, when a Malaysian Food Specialist and Critique, The Honourable Sir Baron Datuk Tan Sri Tan Guang Pin tried and cried, "Horry smoke, it reminds me of the sambal which my grandmother made for me when I was 7 years old".

It can be found in a place, which was never cared to be named by the Kampar authority, which I call it, "The Gap", which falls in between the Kampar Old Town and The New Town, just like the Palestinian Refugee Camps in Gaza Strip. Being a journalism student, it feels as if I'm doing my job as a war zone correspondent when I'm sitting there, tasting the awesome nasi lemak while imagining the sounds of mortar shells dropped on schools and hospitals miles away.

If you're coming from the New Town, turn right at the traffic light junction after Petronas, then go straight. You will drive pass a small playground on the left, then you'll go through a small bridge. The turn left after the bridge, you cannot go straight (no entry), and turn right immediately, and then turn left again. It's very complicated at first, but when you hone the skills of a F1 driver like me, it's actually very easy. After the last turn, watch out for a 24/7 closed temple (pic on top) on your right, you will see Auntie Theresa's stall (pic below) opposite the temple.

You will need about Rm53,700, yes, Fifty Three Thousand and Seven Hundred Ringgit Malaysia, remember to add ONLY if you're gonna write a cheque. It's not very expensive, it's cheaper than a Myvi.

Enjoy your Nasi Lemak!

Gemuk

2010-04-21T14:30:00.003+08:00

Gemuk. A very sensitive word indeed.

Well, yes, I gained 1.4kgs over a weekend. Awesome.

Thanks to my cousin sistah and her colleagues.

Gosh, lemme name some food that will send ur air liur meleleh!

Penang Char Kuey Teow, Air Itam Laksa, Fried Oyster with egg (Or Jien), Most Famous Chendol in Penang, Chee Cheong Fun with peanut butter .... alamak, gemuk!

Anyway, thanks Min, Teik Yang and Bee Jin :)

Oops...

2010-04-12T02:48:00.002+08:00

I did it again.

To inflict nonsensical agony to others.

Well, it came to my sense...

that probably playing possum is the best.

From now on, you say 1 is 1 ... U say 1, I no say 2.

You say Coke is good for health, then so be it.

a.k.a. Program Mencabut Gigi.

for a brighter future.

heal the world, make it a bettuh place...

MYOB

2010-04-05T22:18:00.002+08:00

MYOB.

My dad taught me this lesson when I was 10.

He bought a software and he pointed to it and said, "boy, this is not easy but you need to learn".

When I was 12, I thought that he was talking about the software.

When I was 15, I understood what he's trying to say.

When I'm 23 now, I would wanna be an advocate of the idea.

Assignments

2010-03-25T17:53:00.003+08:00

English for Mass Communication is a seriously taxing subject.

Maybe because that I'm a last minute worker, hence I'm filled with a load of crap now.

It's due tomorrow and we're not even halfway there.

After a week of average sleep of 3 hours,

I'll treasure this weekend, back with family, complete, once for the next 'God knows how long'.

Visiting my grandpa's condo in Nilai Memorial Park is also quite a cool thing :)

BTG! He're ___ come.

Declassified

2010-03-23T13:14:00.002+08:00

For soldiers, they are sent to war, sent for missions which may be highly confidential. e.g. some political assassination done by the elites of the country's government.

The assassin will be made a scapegoat by the 2nd commander in chief. Countries will hunt him down. Pictures posted on Interpol website. International manhunt being issued. Airport security cameras are watching for you. Eavesdropping bugs are everywhere to pick up your voice. He's a fugitive, on the run, with nowhere to hide.

All he wants is that the mission is declassified. Declassified so that freedom will return to him. The freedom of running barefooted on the lush green grass, the freedom of having meals in public, the freedom of being a normal person with the rights to form a family.

But a declassification will be impossible. It's at the expense of a high ranking official, the 2nd commander in chief, that will pick up the commander in chief's post if there are any mishaps. This is a man of his country, for he serves his country with all his heart, all his mind and all his soul, on the cover. For the assassin knows, deep down under his pure white cloak, there are grimes, so black, so dirty, with the stench of a dead cat.

The assassin will remain as a fugitive for a 'God knows how long' time. The assassin will soon run weak, for he has nothing. The 2nd commander in chief still holds the glory and power of the world, dictating laws and overriding commands with a pure white cloak over him. The assassin runs weak. He looked up to the Heavens, stretched out his arms and shouted, "God, if you are a God of justice, why am I a victim of injustice?!"

Everyone was hunting for the assassin. The assassin had nowhere else to go. He hides himself in a small room, and asks the God he believes in, that he will be heard. For those who seeks equity shall come with clean hands. Clean hands.

Congratulations, Yen Hong

2010-03-14T12:44:00.002+08:00

Attended Yen Hong's convocation yesterday afternoon.

It was beautiful, the weather was on our side.

The clouds were diffusing the light, gave a soft light.

Fired the flash for fill in effects and voila, fresh n colourful pics.

I made a silly mistake though, I didn't bring my 24-70 and 15-30 back.

Shot with 35-70 f/3.3-4.5, very old nikkor lens and luckily Kevin came back purposely in the morning to return me the 50mm 1.4. Thanks dude.

It struck me again, when is it gonna be my turn? =)

Maybe I'm just made not to graduate. But I'm made to share the joy of other graduates around me by giving them some nice pictures.

I don't know, but I know that I found the passion in life... photography.

How do I know that it's a passion? I live to shoot and not shoot to live.

Hallelujah =)

ROAR~!

2010-03-12T06:57:00.002+08:00

I was in the LEO club, we were all the cub of the Lions.

Well recently, I went astray, I had decided to join the opposition.

Lions of my own type disowned me.

I was discarded, left rejected from the pack.

I went against my type.

I went against my forefathers.

I am now ... a dangerous tiger.

Stand in front of me and I will eat you up.

Look at me and I will break your bones.

I will consume every single part and flesh of your body,
and to make sure that there are nothing left.

Awesome. Simply awesome.

Equations

2010-03-08T02:35:00.001+08:00

Sometimes mathematical equations comes in handy when you try to solve biological complications.

The best that I could come up with is my theory of number 2.

To get the number 2, it's not always 1 + 1 = 2

Hence, it may sometimes be 0.5 + 1.5 = 2

or

1.3 + 0.7 = 2

It matters not the decimals or a round number, as long as the outcome is 2.

Say, if you're a 1.5, you need to find a 0.5 in order to get 2.

If you're a 1.5 and you get another 1, then it'll be 2.5, which will be too much.

I wanna write a thesis on this.

Some deep stuffs

2010-03-06T08:52:00.003+08:00

Referring to Caparo v Dickman, it is deemed not liable for the rule laid out in the case does not apply in the situation. There was no duty of care owed to the claimant, and though the proximity between the claimant and the defendant was alleged to be sufficient, and the damage was reasonably forseeable, it was impractical for the imposition of duty of care upon the defendant for the standard of the objective man; man on the Clapham omnibus, does not apply in the current case.

Hence, the bench has arrived on a unanimous decision, there was no negligence on the half of the defendant. It is clear that the defendant does not owe a duty of care to the claimant and it is ordered that the court fees and fines are subject to payment by the claimant, as a punishment by deterrence for wasting the court's time. Court adjourned.

Parti Malaysia

2010-03-06T03:40:00.003+08:00

Just a thought when I see that the Malaysian politics are so messed up.

Will there be anyone starting a party that fights for the rights being a Malaysian instead of a chinese?

I'm too bored being a chinese already, I just wanna be a Malaysian that speaks mandarin + english and practicing the chinese culture.

And also a real act of parliament that entrenches all our human rights into it, i.e. freedom of religion and freedom of expression and media will not kena cabut gigi.
Just like the Bill of Rights, 1789 ... we're just ... 221 years behind, not too far, Malaysia Boleh.

I shall paraphrase Mr.Ananth's words... If I am the prime minister, I will pass a law, stating that every person from an ethnicity MUST marry with a person outside their own ethnicity, e.g. A Chinese MUST marry an Indian or Malay and they will have absolute freedom of religion. Within a century, there will be an original Malaysian, all well mixed and balanced. No more MCA, MIC or UMNO, but ONE true government system that cares for their people.

No regrets

2010-03-04T11:08:00.003+08:00

Decisions were made, I skipped class.

I drove down to PJ in the morning after a tutorial class at 8am. Met up with Karyn and Leslie, and headed to the late Mr.Ananth's home.

I walked into the house, saw many young people, draped in black clothes and black pants, with tears running down their cheeks. I told myself that it's going to be alright.

There he was, lying peacefully, still and quiet. Mr.Ananth, the teacher that taught with jokes on sex and violence, drugs and booze, and a laughter that will shake the foundations of the building. It wasn't easy accepting the fact.

Came to my realisation, I've had always looked up to him, as a great teacher. What if I were to quit KDU that time and joined him for his tuition classes? Probably I would've made it through my UoL. Maybe, I will be with my classmates, crying through CLP now. All the IFs ...

Students stood majority on his funeral day. We grieved, to lose a great teacher, a good friend. He is gone but the memories will stay. He has left footsteps, footsteps as a great teacher, the great storyteller. We're his legacies, he is the legend.

Thank you for the guidance sir, we will remember you.

In Memories

2010-03-01T22:57:00.002+08:00

In memories of Mr.Ananth.

Day 1 of KDU, A levels, holding my map of KDU looking for my class.
It was a small, renovated squash court made into a classroom. The door was made of glass.
Double checking the room number, and the people in the room, I saw an Indian man, sitting on the tables, talking to the students. Wearing a cheesecloth shirt, and a khaki coloured pants, with thick glasses, and a well groomed grey beard. It was Mr.Ananth.

Without him teaching me law, I don't think I'll be able to remember and apply my contract law and tort law during my A Level years. He was a great teacher, a great tutor and a great friend. All the things he said were, epic, hence remembered even until today. After quitting law, still his influence stay in within.

Going into my degree years, he stayed as the English Legal System lecturer for a semester. He always knows what he was teaching. The laws were on his fingertips. He snap his fingers and the arguments comes out. He dictates essays in A Levels and creates a foundation to the degree level.

He is my Law lecturer, Mr.Ananth.

I lost the only picture I had with him when my hard disk corrupted few years back.
I wish I could only get another picture with him.

Rest in peace sir, you will always stay in our hearts.

Solo

2010-03-01T12:04:00.003+08:00

The weekend had been very fruitful.

OPS Gegar was great.
Had a good reflection in a short period of time.
FES had always been straight, blatant, that some just can't take it.
It was good.

Went out with 2 .... loud secondary bros, and talked shit.
It struck me, I woke up, and it's a brand new day.
A perfect time, eve of Chap Goh Mei. =)

The next day, lepaked with a bunch of kakaks.
Talked crap as usual, over the coffee table.
One kakak quoted this, "don't disturb the guy, he's happily single".
It started a chain of philosophical arguments in my head while I was driving back to Kampar later on. Here they are, the outcome of my arguments.

I rephrase Paul in my own words : If anyone finds it cool to be single and the person can serve God perfectly, let it be. If the person is horny, find a partner, get married. I'm not joking. (1 Corinthians 7:9)

If I refer back to Genesis 2:22, it suggests that man should marry to be complete.
Why?
CUZ I WANT MY RIB BONE BACK !!!!

Quit

2010-02-23T00:25:00.002+08:00

I have this urge, to quit from the world of photography.

Having a digital SLR is a common sight now.

It's no longer something special.

It's a common thing.

I wanna be special, hence, I felt like quitting.

Maybe I should. Just be a commoner, but... special.

KKK

2010-02-21T11:22:00.002+08:00

Kamera, Kereta dan Kewangan.

or CCC

Camera, Car and Cash...

Thought through my morning, and realised that my blog had been revolving over these few issues.
and i doubt that it'll end.

Rich will get richer, the poor will get poorer, I think i've blogged about this before.

Spent bout 500 for repair yesterday, and a brand new problem popped up while driving in PJ in the evening yesterday.

My car is Chinese, confirm.
Car pun celebrate new year, everything new... NEW PROBLEM!

This time, I think the bill will be scary, something to do with the gearbox.

Happily planning before CNY that I will fix an a/c in Kampar to deal with the hot weather.
Looks like I need to scrap the plan now.

Happy CNY, my damned car.

p/s: no photos for this post, no mood. =.=

Tiang Lampu

2010-02-20T00:35:00.002+08:00

I can't believe that I became the brightest lamppost today.

Seriously, I don't know why would I say that I'll join them for the movie.

Sorry lar Kyle & ShuErn.

Gosh, it's not fun watching Valentine's Day and realise that you're the only odd number in the cinema.

Damn.

Changes

2010-02-19T01:49:00.006+08:00

Everything changes. There's only one thing remain unchanged;

....which is 'change' itself.

Ahh, I need to climb outta the ravine. A deep and dark ravine.

I need my rock climbing skills to climb back out, but there's no one certified to belay me.

If I miss step, then hancur.

Met up with an old time friend, who left to Singapore for his pilot training. Came back for CNY and it's been like ... 1 1/2 years since. Went back to the same place to makan this evening. Same old friend, same old familiar place, but it's all so different now.

Decision making

2010-02-18T10:20:00.002+08:00

There are certain decisions that will have a short run effect. This is when you feel that you regret for making such decision in say, a matter of minutes or days.

Some decisions will give the long run effect. This is when reality hits you probably 5 years down the line and you say, "ahh, dammit, I should not have decided so".

Come what may, I do no tolerate a wild mind, that games with me. I will return double for what I receive, I'm a generous guy. Conquer the minds, for it has been decided. Maintain what has been decided and not alter what has been familiar; doctrine of stare decisis.

Anyway, Lian Chui's baby was darn cute. It has more hair than other babies. I hope he doesn't end up like Kyle...

Baby Jay Ren will be a month on Friday, remember him, Lian Chui and husband, bro David in our daily prayers.

ShuErn has been complaining that my blog is a little too morbid recently. The next post shall be something ... gleeful and euphoric.

Workaholism

2010-02-16T17:58:00.002+08:00

How do you know that you're a workaholic?

You cannot stand long holidays because you think that you're being lazy.

You must find something to do when you're free.

Resting = Laziness

You will try carrying ur laptop everywhere, even a vacation with your loved one.

You will finish your work before you go to sleep.

Has the tendency to kill when the chain of thoughts are broken by a particular human being.

hence...

I will not let myself to be lazy by sitting around for a week.

I am reading my books now, cuz i'm too darn free.

I'm not resting.

I will carry my laptop everywhere, especially if i go out shopping with my partner.

I will kill those who disturb me while i'm working or thinking.

Other than that, CNY is just like any other CNY.

I like the time spent with family after a long time since we've sat together for a meal.

I like the fact that everyone comes back and visit grandma, she's getting old day by day.

It's a little depressing that v-day falls on the same day as the 1st day of CNY.
Seems to me like an ultimate test for those imbecilic girlfriends, whether the BF chooses her or the family.

Happy belated CNY to everyone. =)

Dun Bite Me

2010-02-10T20:54:00.003+08:00

Once upon a time, there was this Lion, living in the forests of Kampar.

The lion feeds on little animals like, cat, dogs and fish.

One fine day, he decided to go out to UTAR to hunt for some food.

He sees a buffalo on the way, walk past it and the buffalo yelled, "aah, dun bite me".

The Lion looked at it and smiled, then left.

Then he walked past Block A of UTAR, and met a lecturer.

The lecturer yelled, "dun bite me!", the lion left without eating her.

The Lion went on, walked to the canteen and everyone yelled in a sync, "DUN BITE ME".

It was pretty fun, the Lion thought, that people seems to be quite scared and respected him.

So he went back to the forest.

Another fine day, 2 students decided to stop the Lion scare, so took a machine gun and a spear, went into the forests to hunt the Lion down.

They saw the Lion, they Lion saw them.

*ten ten ten ten* At this time, the Lion roared at them.

Both of them saw the Lion roaring and said, "WA, GOT TEETH ONE AHHH~~!" and ran away before the Lion with Teeth decides to eat them up.

The Tongue

2010-02-04T00:29:00.002+08:00

The tongue is a powerful weapon. It can stop a woman from nagging. How? French her!

Ok, it was a joke.

It was a long time since I left the legal world. Watching trials on how lawyers speak, how they arrange their flow of speech, and of course, how they trick people into answering the answer that they want.

Somehow, it left a very negative effect. I quote a friend, "at times, it is best that you don't speak at all". Well, yea, taming the tongue is not an easy thing. There's a chinese phrase that goes, "It takes 3 years to learn the good ways, but it takes only 3 days to take the devil's steps".

I tend to ask myself, is it me who is weird or they are being weird for not able to be critical. Had been convincing myself that it was their fault for not being critical. Who doesn't want to live in a world full of rainbows and butterfly, rite? Early education builds someone up. I was built this way.

Looks like I'm the odd one out, like a malignant tumour that spreads and the pain gets worse each day. No point being sophisticated and critical all day long. Maybe some things are just simple, and there's no need to question much.

Gotta learn how to shut up.

When the dogs bark ...

2010-02-02T14:23:00.005+08:00

Bullgy, my long time bro, sent me a file that gave me a nervous shock.

It doesn't sound like him, at all in the song.

He's now a vocalist of an underground band that performs in the rooms of his university and the bathrooms of the university dormitory in Minnesota.

What's cooler? His guitarist is a PhD student.

Rock on Bullgy!

End of a Busy Week

2010-01-27T23:06:00.002+08:00

I can finally rest.

Here's the product of the wedding.

Teck Ong and Shirley's sista, Dorcas.

Teck Ong & Dorcas from shu tze yuh on Vimeo.

UTAR

2010-01-20T01:34:00.002+08:00

UTAR can be beautiful too.

But first, I need to forget why am I here in the first place.

Ignorance sometimes is a bliss.

=)

Eyes

2010-01-15T23:28:00.004+08:00

For the eyes of flesh could see, but you people doubt, just for the sake of certain hierarchy.

For the eyes of flesh could see, but you people chose to forsake, for the sake of prejudice.

Look into the concrete affair, look with the eyes of flesh.

For the ones that remains silent held accountable but the ones that promulgate remains unblemished.

You boorish bastards. Judging for your own convenience.

You people call yourself as redeemed, but living in aristocracy, for haut monde ala Christian.

You people call yourself as living testimonies but judge me shy as one.

*spits on the ground and walks away*

*not to forget the middle finger"

Berdikari

2010-01-14T20:25:00.003+08:00

Masa untuk menggunakan Bahasa Malaysia saya yang telah kian berkarat.

Berdikari, dikatakan etimologi datangnya dari pepatah kata "berdiri diatas kaki sendiri". Dalam English, Independent. Adakah seorang yang berdikari merupakan sesuatu yang positif?

Apakah definisi berdikari? Dinilai dari aspek yang mana? Dapat menyiapkan kerja yang diberi dengan sendiri? Boleh menjaga dirinya dengan baik tanpa merisaukan keluarga?

Tahun Satu di SRK Methodist Telok Datok, menjejakkan langkah pertama ke zaman persekolahan. Umur 7. Rakan-rakan menangis, dihantar oleh ibubapa yang enggan meninggalkan sekolar setelah siap pendaftaran. Memikul beg galas yang lebih besar daripada badan saya, dan menghalau ibu untuk pulang ke rumah pada masa yang sama. Berdikari?

Tingkatan 1, SMK Methodist Telok Datok, sekolah menengah. Rakan-rakan masih dihantar oleh ibubapa yang tidak ingin meninggalkan mereka, seolah anaknya akan menangis dan memeluk mereka untuk susu ataupun disuap nasi. Turun dari kereta, masuk ke kelas, mengenali rakan baru dari sekolah yang lain. Berdikari?

Khidmat Negara, 3 bulan jauh dari rumah, dihantar ke Kem Latihan Khidmat Negara Bakau, Kerteh, Terengganu, 400km dari rumah di Banting. Mengemas beg galas dan keperluan dan menunggu hari keesokan, saudara menghantar saya ke Stadium Klang yang merupakan 'pick up point', dan ke Kerteh untuk 3 bulan. Berdikari?

A-levels, KDU College, PJ. Mendaftarkan diri saya pada hari terbuka, jam 5.30 petang. Kawan-kawan ikut bersama dalam kereta saya untuk mendapatkan informasi yang lebih terperinci. Kaunselor di KDU bertanya, "where are your parents? would you want to settle the payments now?". Jawapan saya, "nop, I came alone, I'll settle the payments by cheque later on." Berdikari?

Universiti Tunku Abdul Rahman, Kampar, mengejarkan ijazah sarjana muda dalam Journalism setelah gagal mendapatkan ijazah perundangan dari University of London. Mencari rumah sendiri, dan mencari pertolongan dan tunjuk arah dari kawan yang telahpun berakar di Kampar. Menyewa rumah untuk sendiri, dan hidup seorang diri di Apartmen Suria. Berdikari?

Kadangkala, melihat pelajar baru yang baru berdaftar ke UTAR dengan sekeluarga memedihkan hati. Bukan secara negatif, dan bukan dikatakan tidak baik ataupun mereka tidak berdikari. Boleh dikatakan ... secubit garam yang memedihkan diataas luka, perasaan yang jarang yang dapat dirasai oleh sendiri. Kecemburuan untuk sesuatu yang jarang dirasakan.

Rakan-rakan di varsiti sering bertanya, "tidak bosankah hidup seorang diri di apartment awak?". Dengan tulus, memang kadang-kadang terasakan kebosanan yang teramat. Tetapi, inilah jalan yang telah saya pilih, dan telah pun biasa dengan hidup yang begini.

Alangkah baiknya kalau seseorang dapat berdikari dan juga mendapat curahan perhatian dari orang yang tersayang pada masa yang sama? =)

The Clown

2010-01-12T00:09:00.006+08:00

Kids sitting and watching, mouth half open, in awe of the elephant standing on their hind legs. Monkeys doing trapeze and audiences applause shakes the arena.

Children are waiting only for one thing. Balloons shaped into a dog or sword. The clown.

Clowns make people smile, they make people laugh, acting silly and make themselves look stupid. Yet, we laugh at their silly acts, and be merry. There's always a smile on their face, a permanent smile, even when they're frowning, tearing in the eyes and sniffing through the nose.

Cosmetics, make ups that draws a smile on the face. A smile could be faked, for it can make others smile too. By the end of the day, when the paint is removed, the clown looks into the mirror and sees himself. The bare self, unequivocally composing the mourning in within.

Says to himself, "tomorrow will be a better day, making more people laugh and smile."

Movie Review

2010-01-11T12:27:00.002+08:00

Watched a fair share of movies for the past week. It was a pretty normal thing to do back in PJ and not a cheap way to burn time either.

When one watches a movie, one is expected to watch the credits. To find out who shot the movie, where was it shot, what technology they used and etc. Not only that, one must also use the best tool, Google, to find out more about the movie.

I give an example, when I watch Lord of The Rings , Fellowship of the Ring, which is the first of the trilogy, I don't comment on the movie that it's hanging there, unsolved and left unrevealed or the other word, "closed door".

I came to a conclusion that some movie reviews are just writings that tries to show the impeccability of their English Language, sophistication of themselves but reviews on the wrong facts and on the wrong notion. Minus out the fact that the person failed to try obtaining extra information before criticising.

In the medical field, they have specialists, gynaecologist, or pediatric etc. They are trained in their own field, so that they know where to source for info and make sure they don't apply the wrong diagnosis and come out with the wrong prognosis. Same applies to the other professions.

Stick to your own specialty and hone them. I appreciate the attempt.

Avatar v3

2010-01-05T00:36:00.003+08:00

I watched Avatar for the third time today.

Amazingly, it's still good =)

Had some catch up time with Cheryl, my cikgu constitutional law. She has graduated from LL.B, and she's doing a 2nd degree in Help now. Accountings and Finance.

She said that I look more like a photographer rather than a lawyer, even in those days. Ya, i can use "those days" cuz, believe it or not, it has already been 3 years since I sat in the same class with her.

3 years ain't short. That's the number of years I'm left behind =)

Hug my camera and going to sleep now, I'm enjoying escapism recently. Hehe.

Some pictures for today.

Language and Religion

2010-01-02T20:47:00.002+08:00

In Malaysia, everything is mixed up.

For the idiots sitting on the higher echelons, and the extremists that 'fights' for their religion sake doesn't even know how to differentiate between :

i) Race and religion

I'm a Chinese, doesn't mean that I'm born a buddhist or taoist.

ii) Nationality and race

It is actually the same thing. Only in Malaysia, we call ourselves as Chinese, Indian and Malay DAN LAIN LAIN LAGI. We have Chinese vernacular schools, Tamil vernacular schools, and on the other hand, we are heading towards 1Malaysia. 1Malaysia, with all due respect Mr.Najib Razak, is going to be a failed project if the vernacular schools are not abolished

We have MCA, MIC and UMNO, fighting for 'unity'.

We're Malaysians for heaven's sake, living in Malaysia.

iii) Language and religion

Just as expected, I cannot stand not commenting on this. I don't understand why there are some people making a fuss about it! I'm sorry to say this, but the term "Allah" is God in Arabic language. It is language. How can you ban a certain language being used by another person? And plus, the term "Allah" is not only used in Arabic. In Aramaic, it is also pronounced the exact same thing in terms of phoenetics.

Article 11 in the Federal Constitution gave us the right to practice and propagate the religion that we're practicing. But as we know, it is confined only to those who does not profess the religion of Islam. The fuss about Christians using Allah started by some Muslims that claims that it is misleading and a form of propaganda to the Muslims, breaching 11(4). It is just an excuse by the extremists and politicians. MUSLIMS ARE NOT STUPID YOU IDIOTS! They know their faith, they know their God. They do not need you politicians and extremists to menyibuk.

To a certain extent, isn't it unfair to say that Muslims can be misled by the word Allah but not Christians being misled by the Muslims using Allah. I don't see Muslims going into churches and Christians going to the mosque. Politicians should just shut up, sit down and mind your own business of making Malaysia a better country, not to stir commotions, internationally. Yes, if you do read views from citizens, this post is directed to you, our primus inter pares.

Dengan dukacita.

Peace.

A Dose of Melo-MVs

2010-01-02T12:39:00.003+08:00

Watch this Korean Melo-MV.

That's why I go digital.

--- Spoiler Alert ---

To avoid being dubbed as 'not a good man' for not donating my retina to my loved ones.

A photographer losing his sight, ain't that a bitch?

New Year Greetings!

2010-01-01T01:27:00.003+08:00

Ms.Joethi, my lecturer for Journalism paper used to ask us, "what's so good about this morning" when we greet her good morning. The morning might be good to you but not for everyone. Same does it apply for new years.

2010 reminds me that I have another 2 1/2 more years to graduate.

Linda has graduated and working in HP.

Sheau Wen is working as a purchaser in a construction company.

Chian Nii is an accountant to be.

PS is gonna graduate with a degree in electronic engineering in June.

Yi Cheng the same, graduating with degree in mechanical engineering in June.

last but not least, that babi Ah Jing is graduating with a masters degree in accountings in June (i think).

And me =D 2.5 years.

How can you wish me HAPPY New Year?

I'll be graduating in 2012.

If the 2012 prediction is true, I will never graduate.

I pity my dad, one who excelled in his studies, went into the most prestigious local university in his time, and gave birth to a son who failed his law studies and still crawling through his university studies at the age of 23, and might graduate at the age of 25 if he doesn't fail.

I had always believe that God has got a plan for me.

I have a bold request.

Please Let Me See It.

Banting Tales II

2009-12-30T00:13:00.002+08:00

It's time to tell the world.

My grandpa once told me that I should only keep it to myself. It's the only evidence that shows the history of Banting. But as I used to be, I'm not selfish kinda person, so I think it's time that the world should know about the History de Grande of BTG.

This map means a lot to me.

And also, some pictures of BTG that I promised in the last post.

Banting Tales

2009-12-28T13:07:00.025+08:00

It has been three days since I came back to ma hood, BTG.

Banting has changed a lot. It now is da house to many things that we once couldn't get.

If you do not know where is Banting, do google it. Like what my homie put it, "...because the road from Banting to USJ is filled with pot holes, wild creatures and darkness."

It is not easy to live in a place like Banting, where there was once no McDonalds. Our only food was the sweet potatoes, tapioca and potatoes that we plant in our yards. Those were the days. Since 1998, due to the development of KLIA and Commonwealth Games, the government built roads into Banting, allowing access to a long forsaken township that was set up by the Air Force in the 1940s.

Al-Ikhsan, a well known sports retailer opened a chain in Banting. The younger generations now can buy Adidas, Nike or Reebok. What they needed to do is just to cycle out to town. Before Al-Ikhsan, Banting people had to wear rubber tapper shoes, that is sold at RM5 per pair. If we want Nike or Adidas, we need to go through the challenges, of wild creatures, pot holes and darkness, to civilisation.

Actually, there's another route, which we call the Route of Impossibility. But you wouldn't want to know the details. You will never step into Banting anymore. But in short, you need to cross the River of Banting 7 times and swim 27km and fight off the crocodiles of Sg.Buaya at the same time. You will then find a route leading through the village of headhunters. I shall stop here. Only a true man can go through this.

In year 2009, going on 2010, my car is now 9 years old. It has survived the wild creature attacks but the pot holes had made it sick. Went into the workshop and spent about RM800 bucks repairing it, from the bearings to the tyres and to the air cond system. I respect Mahathir because he built roads into Banting, but his biggest failure was to set up Proton, that was not worthy to drive through the road from Banting to civilisation.

I hope BTG will stop developing, to preserve my childhood memories, of crocodile hunting and tapioca feasts.

Pictures of the new BTG will be uploaded in the next post. Soon.

Sophistication

2009-12-18T11:19:00.004+08:00

Signs of growing up and maturity, from the kiddy days to the days of sophistication.

Dedicated to my dear EL bros and sistas, the sign of Language Use.

Example 1 : When asking someone to stop a misleading statement.

10 years old - "Don't you Bull Poo me"
13 years old - "Stop the Bull Crap"
18 years old - "Bull Shit"
25 years old - "Your words are of no substance, Bull Faeces"

Explanatory : Poo is accepted as the less offensive word for the faeces excreted. Even cartoons are named after it, e.g. Winnie the Poo. The Crap word comes in after watching South Park at the approximate age of 13. Shit is the widely and globally accepted and understood word for faeces and will often use it at the age of majority. At 25 years old, sophistication kicks in, the use of scientific words, to offer a high description yet less offensive expression.

Example 2 : Requesting someone to 'go forth and multiply'

10 years old - "Mummy say I cannot use this word"
13 years old - "Eff you"
18 years old - "Fuck you dude" *plus the middle finger*
25 years old - *looks into the eyes of the other party, no words used*

Explanatory : When you're younger, you don't use vulgar, it's taken as a form of politeness when you don't curse. At 13, usually vulgar comes in the form of an abbreviation e.g. F U, or CCB and KNB in the Malaysian context. As a major, they tend to boost the usage of the word with sign languages involved. At the age of sophistication, words are not needed. This substantiates the theory of Super Silent Communication as laid out in the thesis of Prof. Shu Tze Yuh from University of Callangh. You can read his Thesis HERE.

Example 3 : To explain how hopeless a person is.

10 years old - You are useless.
12 years old - Your brains are filled with cow dung.
18 years old - You're a pile of Shit
25 years old - Defecated!

Explanatory : These are pretty straight forward. It's just usage of vocabularies, where it advances with the age as well.

Well, this post is just for fun. Believe it or not, it appeared in my dreams yesterday night. It's pretty retarded, so decided to post it here to make myself look like a retard. =D

Pace?

2009-12-16T21:33:00.006+08:00

Sometimes, when you're a little slower than the others, it will take a lifetime to get back to the same pace as your peers. When? The day we all die.

Act cool, cuz i'm not cool, and speak rubbish cuz that what I'm filled with it, my specialty. I've yet to find my confidence ever since the day I failed my damned Part I of UoL. Never found it. Vanished. *poof*

22 this year, Year 1 Trimester 2. Will be 25 when I graduate, start working and when people buy their own car at that age after 3 years of working. When others could afford to buy their house, I'll be planning for a car. When people are ready to settle down and get married at at the age of 30, I'll be struggling to buy a house by then.

Although there's not specific Standard Operating Procedure for it, but that's the typical husband that girls want to find. A prudent man, with bright future =) I'll trade my whole life just to be one. Someone who is normal, that speaks with wisdom and not crap and don't fail in exams like I do.

I just want to be normal. I don't want to dream of being a warzone correspondent or a Nat Geo photojournalist. Why can't I just be a normal person that gets average results, gets through a normal university life without failing and delayed for 3 years, graduate and work as an 'executive' in a human resource company or whatever company.

I ... just want to be normal.

Christmas

2009-12-07T11:45:00.003+08:00

It's 7th December today, my Japanese paper is on Saturday, the first and the last paper for this semester. Spent my time lepaking around this semester rather than really studying. Pretty cool.

November was happening and December is gonna be more happening. Birthdays after birthdays made me put on weight. Of course, I'm like ... Cakophobic (the fear of cakes) now. Carlie's Birthday is today, but we had an early celebration for her cuz the master of the puppy had to go back to her hometown. Happy Birthday Carlie!

The Christmas tree is up in my living room. Made the whole house cosy and warm, without the fireplace and a Golden Retriever lazing on my carpet. Christmas had always been, busy with preparations back in my home church. Preparations for evangelistic meetings, running about doing decorations in the church, practicing singing and choir, and Christmas was always busy. This year, I'm gonna just lay back and enjoy a serene, quiet and peaceful Christmas in Kampar.

It might be a little ... boring and homesick, bringing back the memories of Christmas in Vietnam in 2007. Carols running around town wishing everyone a Merry Christmas, church lighting floods the skyline of Ho Chi Minh, and we're in Candles Cafe for Christmas dinner, preparing for an 18 hour train ride to Danang.

After much considerations, I think it's gonna be alright. Some friends will be staying back for Christmas in Kampar too. So far, there's only Eric, Belle and Gale. Kylie and Shu Ern is still unsure. Gale offered to be the Chief Chef for the Christmas feast in my place, and I'm rest assured that the food's gonna be good! =)

Belle is the Creative Director for this Christmas, she enjoyed decorating the Christmas tree with Renjie when the tree was fresh outta the box. Went hyper with the ornaments and did some funny stuff with the ornaments, subconsciously reminded me about something ... funny. *Not able to be disclosed* Boxes are wrapped with plain coloured papers, and a finishing touch with her collection of beautiful ribbons. Guess that this is how Christmas should be, joyful and fun with friends or family.

It'll be fun if my family celebrates Christmas. Realised that the leftover bunch in Kampar for Christmas are those who are from the families that doesn't celebrate this season of joy. It's good to celebrate with family, any festive seasons the same. I fancy Christmas cuz of my belief, but again, just trying to promote the institution of a family.

I learnt a new skill of taking artistic pictures yesterday. Some OOF pictures with lights glimmering in shape of a heart, or whatever u want it to be. You can even make it to look like some obscene shapes that you want it to be. Here's the site that I've got it from, colormekatie.blogspot.com introduced by Popess Melissa Joy Benedict. I'm trying hard to ignore the fact that the girl is a freelance photographer with very colourful taste, that she's hot, she's cute and twenty-two this year. Hahahaha!

Verbatim

2009-12-02T17:42:00.003+08:00

Our CF members says the darnest things.

Due to my exposure to English Language students, I came to know the word 'semantics' and, this is how we apply them.

"Would you turn yourself on for me?"
Felicia Grace, question to Gale Seng on whether he could be ticklish for a moment.

"Shu, don't you have protection?"
Tan Renjie, referring to a memory card reader and a Compact Flash card without a bag to keep it safe.

"Where can I get felt here in Kampar?"
Isabelle Chan, in search of a kind of cloth, felt, in a dead town of Kampar.

"...climax ... last night?"
Tan Renjie, repeating a few keywords written on a whiteboard during committee meeting which refers to how should the next semester end on the last CF meeting at night.

"I will hold you down on the floor and poke you"
Tan Guang Pin, a statement that shows his intention to tickle someone by jabbing his finger to the waistline.

CF season finale was last night. It's a short sem, too short for more fun. It shall be continued.

Places of Interest

2009-11-28T15:12:00.003+08:00

Come to the dead town of Kampar and I will bring you to some awesome places here.

Kampar is getting better, with my bunch of mad friends that goes makan out and DoTA together!

Kelvin brought me to a small stall in the middle of a chinese new village, Wah Long, for it's ... curry noodles and Yong Tau Fu. It was good, and I went there 2 days consecutively. Pics were taken on the first day where Kelvin and me pimped Belle out while Sui Yen went steamboat with her friends. It was a nice chat with Belle though. Conversations cannot be forced, it needs time, it needs trust and it certainly needs to have the right group of people or partner to talk with. It's not a few magic words and walla, a meaningful conversation.

For desert, we went for DoTA and, yea, we made Isabelle play DoTA and she has now got the hang of it. Kelvin had successfully made Sui Yen play DoTA and amazingly, she liked it. Looks like Kelvin wun have any problems coming out for DoTA next time.

In Kampar, we don't have cinemas to hang out in. We don't get Starbucks or Coffee Bean, where you can get Chocolate Banana =.= We don't have McDonalds, but it doesn't mean that we cannot have fun. We have cyber cafe, we have wah loong, we have GHANY, and also, something new, WE HAVE CAPTAIN BALL !!!

The Mask

2009-11-24T12:16:00.001+08:00

Humans live in a world with hatred and lies. We have a face, burrowed in a mask.

Life is a masquerade ball, you go around, dancing with people you don't know without revealing identities.

With the mask on, strangers can be deceived by the outside, but in the inside, unknown and tainted.

Walk out of the ball without the mask on, we have eyes, eyes that speculate and eyes that see.

People that you know will recognise you. Even with the mask on, we will call your 'bluff'.

Two Zero One Two

2009-11-23T00:06:00.003+08:00

Well, finally, I've got to watch 2012 after a week of waiting. Wanted to watch it last Friday but it wasn't possible. Then, luckily Shu Ern ajaked all of us to celebrate Florence punya birthday, and yea, I am proud to say that I've watched it.

The GFX were not ... up to the expectations. They were a little ... cartoonish. But I enjoyed the movie as a whole for the dialogues, that emphasises on human relations. It revolves around communication between loved ones and also the trust they have for each other. I will just forget the fact that some parts just doesn't make sense, or that it defies logic.

I like the satire within the sparse of dialogues, how they cucuked the different people and lots of hidden messages that you will need to read between the lines to get it. Lots of them were not noticed, cuz I hear only minority are laughing.

It came to my mind that, I will not be noticed when the end of age comes according to my belief. Hence, for me, it is right to say that everyday is a goodbye. For I live through each day, I will give thanks that I can still see them. Talk to them and to feel them through our receptors. Every single minute is a goodbye, and every single time you meet is like a blessing. How awesome would it be if I could teach myself this lesson?

Types

2009-11-21T17:57:00.002+08:00

Girls like to ask funny questions and request for funny things.

"Why do you love me?"

Guys don't really like like a certain part of a girl unless you're talking about body parts. So, if we answer, "your boobs", and they will that that we like them just because of the flesh and give your 'the face'.

Well, when girls consider whether to hook up with a guy, they will question and request for different things.

One type will ask, "Show me your money". This is the materialistic type. They demand for your money, they want diamond rings, they want Tag Heuer, they want Parisian wedding dress, they want a car to match every dress they have in the 3 acres wide wardrobe. It's great. This is what I call, to own.

Another will be, "Show me your heart". This one ... a little tricky. She is not asking for your heart, as in jantung in BM. She is trying to show her literacy as well as her romantic side, by using a metaphor of 'heart'. Alrite, they want guys to show how much they will die for them, how much life can the guy waste to get her. Yes, romantic type. It's good, this is what I call... words into action.

Some will ask, "show me your brains". This is the feared type, but if being analysed and studied upon, it's not as freaky as the other type. Of course, it is intimidating, they often appear as the ones who are high achievers in your school, or university or maybe your lady boss. They demand for intellectuality, thinking and also IQ + EQ. It's not too freaky because if you have the elements, there will not be any sort of problem at all. If you don't, do not attempt. I repeat, DO NOT ATTEMPT.

The final type. "Show me your rooster". No explanayshons needed. Pure sluts.

If you ask me what kind would I expect? The ideal one will be, "show me your Man U t-shirt." =)

Rain

2009-11-15T01:31:00.003+08:00

It rains almost everyday in Kampar, looks like the rainy season is back.

Vapour, rain and water, comes in a cycle. Without rain, water will be stagnant.

Without vapour, there will not be rain.

It's a cycle, that goes on.

Raining is a process, a process that is inevitable. The deserts rain too, just less frequent.

Without rain, the soil is dry. Less nourishing, less refreshing.

A thunderstorm strikes, the land is shaken by the loud thunder, the water pours down, wets the soil, and plants rejoice. Rainbow appears after the storm.

A drizzle, that carries the dust of the air to the grounds, cleans the air, allowing a breath of air.

A rain that keeps on going. A rain that is feared.

You wait, and wait for the rain to stop, but it stays.

You see that the soil has been soaked, the drain is filled, the ground is soon to be flooded, with the rain that never stops.

It's a sign, a sign to move. To a higher ground.

Process of moving might be tough, almost made impossible through the rain.

But, the flood is rising, you have no other options, but to move on.

Rain.

To My Family

2009-11-07T21:29:00.003+08:00

Dear Daddy, Mummy, Boy, Ying and Elma, also Pinky,

It's not easy being old and to leave everyone earlier, but I can't help it. God made my life span to be shorter than any other humans. Thanks for all the care and love that has been given to me. I really hated Pedigree or Alpo, and mum's cooking was always the best.

I'm going soon daddy, I was never angry at you when you took me back home and didn't really spend time with me. I know that you're busy. You go out in the morning and come back late at night. I will always remember that you will be sleeping while watching the TV in the midnights. I'll go sleep by your feet and you will disturb me with your legs, telling me to go away, just for the fun of it, cuz you did not kick me away. You used to bathe me and comb my long hair when you had the time, you dry me with the hairdryer, and you'll sneeze after that.

Mummy, you used to chase me with the cane when I go bang on the doors at night. I actually knew that you don't like it, just that I wanted more attention from you. I know you don't hate me. You still feed me and pat on my head with your legs when i'm sleeping on the floor. Boy once said that you hated dogs, but you didn't give me to Auntie Cha when I first came.

The one that used to play fetch and 'attack' with me, boy. I'm leaving soon. I know it's a hard decision to call for the euthanasia. It's actually better for me. I can no longer walk, my muscles are weak, I can no longer see, my motor functions are breaking down and walking in circles every time I move. I know you will cry, but don't grieve, I'm happy that I'll leave in a deep sleep. I still remember how I will bark at those who scolds you, like I barked at mummy when she scolds you. You did all you can, but I have to go, it's the life cycle. Though your belief tells you that dogs don't go to heaven, but I know that I'll go to a beautiful place.

Ying, you always complained that I drool around the house and wet your feet with my drool. You never hit me and always ask mummy not to scold me whenever I wee on the living room floor. You always bought snacks for me, my favourite milky chicken sticks, whenever you come back from Ikano. You say that I'm fat and never wanted to feed me more than 3 at each time. I really appreciate it. Really.

Elma, no words can describe your love being poured out. You came when I was quite old but you still treat me like a princess. You hug me while watching TV. You feed me with your hands and pampered me. I was too pampered that I no longer want to eat by myself. I still remember how i used to follow you around when you're new to the family, and you feel awkward why that I kept on trailing you around. I was lonely cuz boy went to college that time and in no time, you found out and started to play with me. You were the one that took care of me until now, and I know you will sit here until I go to sleep. Thanks Elma.

Pinky, I'm scared of you. Ya, when you just came. I seriously think that you're a male rather than a female dog, looking at your strength and energy. You big fat brown dog that comes and disturb me when I'm out doing my business. I know you mean no harm, I missed playing with you. You used to sit out there n look at me in the house. You once sneaked into the house to look for me when the door's opened, but you're dumb enough to forget that your legs are dirty cuz you run outside. Trust me, you cannot survive in the house, no place for your fat ass.

I'm going to sleep now, take care everyone. I will miss all of you. I hope that I will dream that I come back to this place I call home, and I hope that I will never wake up from that dream. Good night, my beloved family. =)

ia ia ias

2009-11-06T05:53:00.004+08:00

Insomnia

Recently had trouble sleeping. I have a million things going through my mind the moment i hit the hay. Then the story goes on while I keep switching sleeping postures.

It's said that people like me that thinks or reflects the day right before sleeping are people with anxiety or suffering from midlife crisis. Am I?

To be frank, I think I had always been in the situation of insomnia, just that now ... it's worse.

Paranoia

Being afraid of shits that will happen to me is some funny weird reaction that came recently. Tend to think of some shitty consequence when I do something funny, like ... will think of the worst consequence of dying on the road.

My brain's messed up.

Seriously.

Somalia

OK. Kidding.

Coming to this point of life, I find that my life had been like a bullet train. No slow-mo shits, no time to waste, rush to a point and back again. Things you see? Lots. But all in a glance. A glance that will only be captured by a photographic memory. Too bad most of the guys in this world are pornographic memory rather than photographic. Call urself holy moly as a cow but you will have to admit this. Hence, I see nothing. Learned nothing, and been through nothing.

Time to pace down Shu. Pace down.

Came up with a song while driving through the jam in SS2 this evening.

It is called : Come on and Celibate. =)

Communications

2009-11-04T23:25:00.003+08:00

Each has their different ways of communicating to each other.

Some people communicate effectively using SMS, some prefer telephone conversation and above all, everyone prefers face to face communications.

F2F communications may also vary in many different ways. Like, silence may also be considered as communication, and of course, it may depend on the knowledge of each other, and the use of body gestures (language).

Me and my dad has very minimal dialogues. We communicate with sparse of minimal dialogues.

eg :

D : fees out yet?

I : Ya, 1450

D : Ok

We will often end up in silence after his reply.

eg :

I : Ya, I failed my Yr2.

D : It's ok

I : really?

D : Ya, u're good in driving, can always be a bus driver.

I : .............

And above all, the most irritating sort of conversation. This happened just a few hours ago.

eg :

D : You can take the Canon G7 and use it as a 2nd camera.

I : Er, then what about you?

D : I've got myself a new LX3 with Summicron lens. *evil grin*

I : .............

That's also how i got my E71 when he bought a htc.

Well, I believe everyone has their own and personal way of communication. I don't really speak to my dad, we don't really communicate, but, ya, we communicate when we both sit down facing our own computers, busy doing our stuff. The highest form of communication, I call it, Super-Silent Communication.

Defy it.

Deux Auteurs

2009-10-31T17:51:00.002+08:00

Dear all who reads my blog, with a sound and cognitive mindset.

The story is now compiled at http://2authors.wordpress.com

It is a collaboration between Renjie and me, attempting on chapter based stories. Do check it out and read from Chapter 1.

"Write me a letter from..." is now at Chapter 10.

Constructive criticisms are welcomed. =)

Cyber Sex

2009-10-29T04:33:00.002+08:00

Cyber sex, made for the servicemen in the warzones.

Looking at the needs of the future generations where nations will rise up against nations, I have came up with the perfect idea to manage the reducing number of newborns. Cyber Sex.

It is not just a pure pleasure seeking device, nor it is something that degrades the morality of human being. It is neither an act that will distort the human code of ethics.

Humans now can read DNA, spread it out and alter the details of the DNA strings. Which means, they can digitise human DNA. If they can digitise it, which means it can be stored in digital format, which also mean that they can send the DNA through the internet. I believe that there's a technology that they can produce DNAless sperms, which will be used to implant the DNA which is sent through the internet to the 'generic' sperm, and make it as a special "carrier" sperm.

exp :
Man A with Sperm A and DNA A > Ejaculation > Digitise DNA from sperm > implanted into a generic sperm > Generic Sperm = Sperm A

Now, the next step is to create a 2 way device. A chamber for a man to insert his penis, and on the other end, a mechanised penis shaped device (dildo). On the chamber, is connected to a "reader" that will read the DNA from the ejaculated sperm, digitise it, and sends it over the internet to another end. The dildo will be fixed with a "writer" that will write the DNAs into the sperms, and be sent into the vagina or later, the uterus to fertilise the ovum.

I don't know whether I'll end up in hell writing this post, but, yea, I think that this is a good idea, and if it can be made, it'll be useful for the servicemen in Baghdad of Beirut to make sure that they don't die without heirs.

Write me a letter from ...

2009-10-28T04:18:00.006+08:00

Chapter 5 - Realisation

"Let me repeat your order sir, a set dinner for two and the remaining Pinot Noir that you've kept with us"

"Yes, that will be it"

Sitting under the dimmed lighting of incandescent light filtered by japanese recycled paper that brings out the zen of the dining hall. Calmness and romantic ambiance surrounds them. Relaxing on the chair which was spread with expensive velvety textile which provides gentle touch upon the silky black halter night gown with a drop to the waistline of Shun Yee.

Melvin and Shun Yee, celebrating their 4th anniversary being together in their favourite dining spot in town, La Boucherie. Melvin was in his usual Zegna suit, which fills his wardrobe at home. Melvin was offered a job as a consultant engineer 2 years ago in GradoSteel and living a comfortable life. He drives Shun Yee around in his new BMW Z6, which marks his achievements at a younger age, he gathers attentions from many girls around him.

Shun Yee felt a little uneasy. She felt guilty. She blurted out words which sent both of them into a heated argument.

"Dear, I seriously think that we should spend less on our meals next time, there are

people who are starved to death in places like Africa or the wartorn countries"

".... you're reading too much of the tampered news of the newspapers recently"

"Those are true stories, not fictitious"

"So, what Jack says are true and I'm trying to con you, right?"

"I don't mean it that way, but..."

"but what?"

"I think I need time to reconsider our relationship. I don't want expensive dresses and sports cars, neither do I want steaks every meal. I want a simple life."

"What is better of Jack compared to me? All he has is a goddamned camera and a life hanging over a string. He can't give you security, he can't promise that he will take care of you for life. He will die anytime."

"It is not about him, it's us, you get it?"

The argument went out of hand and the diners around them turned around and glared at them, dumbfounded, not knowing what happened to the couple which was well dressed but speaking out loud. Shun Yee was embarrassed, took her tote bag and left her seat towards the exit. Storming out of the fine dine restaurant in tears, thinking whether it was a wrong emotional decision made at the spur of the moment when Jack appeared in her mind.

She waved for the taxi and headed home. Melvin watched her leave in the cab at the door, unable to say a word, stoned, in silent tears, turned around and headed back to his seat.

The taxi stopped in front of a terrace house with a small garden that Shun Yee had worked out during her weekends. Shun Yee staggered into the house, melted mascara flowed down her cheeks and she sat on the couch, thinking and tries to gather herself. At that point of time, she decided to keep a distance from Melvin for a short period of reconsideration. She flipped open the laptop, logged into the internet, booked a flight to Bali which will depart the next day at noon.

"Fuck the classes, who cares if I don't go anyway."

Right after that, she logged into her email, sent an email to her professor, informing him that she will be away for a week. Closed her laptop, packed her luggage, and went to bed.

---

Jack landed in KLIA after a year in the warzones. Stood there in the arrival hall, looking at people from the same flight of Emirates greeted by their family members. He was alone. Walking towards the nearest phone booth, he called Eng Tat, his close friend, telling him that he will take a taxi to his house. He stepped out of the arrival hall of KLIA, pulled out his box of duty free Marlboro ciggarettes, lights it, inhaled it and lets it out with a puff of smoke and a sorrow filled silent sigh from within. Taxi arrived, he hopped onto the taxi and headed to Eng Tat's place.

Shun Yee was in the departure hall, looking at the flight schedules. "AK3315 from Hanoi" "EK0345 from Dubai" and Jack came to her mind again, thinking when will he be back.

"Boarding call for the passengers of Malaysian Airlines MH1033 to Bali, please proceed to gate L7 of international departures, thank you"

Jack in Malaysia headed to Eng Tat's house. Shun Yee leaving to Bali, and the letter sits still in the postbox of Shun Yee's house, untouched, yet to be read.

Sequence

2009-10-23T12:10:00.003+08:00

A random thought just came to my mind.

If according to the teaching of Christianity, things happened in sequence, God don't create fishes first then only create the earth. If He does, it'll seriously be out of place, because, it doesn't happen in a sequence.

Things we do everyday is according to sequential process, like, you make coffee by scooping Nescafe from the glass jar, and then put them into the cup, then fill it with boiling hot water. Imagine if you put milk first, which is cold, then coffee and finally hot water. Everything out of sequence is retarded.

Now, think about this. I've heard about a story, a proposal when a couple had prepared for their wedding, like fixed dates to check out the bridal gowns n stuffs. But proposed after the planning when they went overseas for a trip. And the best and the hilarious part is, the girl actually burst into tears, and her friends too. It sounds retarded to me, but, for some of the people in the world, it's called "romance". Besides that, he must have A LOT of confidence I will say.

Romance? overrated. Doing something just for the heck of it is not romance. Girls dig guys who does all the 'romantic' stuffs for them, like ;

1. Fold a thousand birdies and hang them on the ceiling for the girls.

2. Give her one rose a day until the thousandth to and then propose to her.

3. Write her short notes and hide them in their working bags.

4. etc.

I mean, ya, not playa hating, but, romance is just way overrated. It affects the market price and the appreciation of guys like me, who are down to earth.

Conclusion : God created man to toil the earth, not to please the wife with folding paper birdies and listening to her. Speaking about listening to gfs or wives... do you still remember what happened to Adam when he listened to Eve?

Peace.

Write me a letter from ...

2009-10-19T18:34:00.010+08:00

For Chapter 2, read Renjie's Blog from the link on the right.

CHAPTER 3 - ASSAULT RECON

"God speed, Marines"

"OohRah!"

"Sergeant Todds, cover the six of Jack, he's riding with us"

"Yes sir, his ass is safe with us"

Jack stood there with Lieutenant Carter Smith with his backpack filled with gadgets - A Macbook Pro with the latest update of Aperture 2, an ACeS Satellite Phone for internet access, his D700 with 85mm f/1.4, 14mm f/2.8 and his 400mm f/2.8 'bazooka' to stay far away from the bullets. He took out his pen and scribbled a few words on his notepad - Operation Hide and Seek , the name of the operation which he will be tagging along this time. No time to waste, he hopped into the APC, riding on their way to retrieve two privates, who was captured and made a POW.

1348 hours, the APC stopped. Gunfire could be heard from a distance, Jack sat still, praying by himself, kissing the cross which he carries all the time, and whispers to himself, "Shun Yee, If by the Grace of God I survive this time around, I will write to you." 1st Battalion 3rd Marines, codename Lava Dogs hurried down the APC with their M4 Carbine in their arms, providing surveillance and covers for the rest of the brothers. Jack followed the track and with Sergeant Todds at his six. He realised that he was in a neighbourhood of houses, with burning cars and babies cry could be heard.

"Man down! Man Down! We have company!"

Jack tightened his Kevlar vest and helmet, prepared for the worst - to get a bullet from the Avtomat Kalashnikov-47 of the Shiites. Crouching behind the APC, he saw the blown up bits of brains from the dead soldier, who died for the glory of his country.

"This is Sergeant Todd, 1st Battallion assault recon at coordinate 1-6-9-6-6-3, calling for an airstrike at 1-7-6-6-5-6, I repeat 1-7-6-6-5-6."

"Communications received, please confirm coordinates 1-7-6-6-5-6"

"Roger to 1-7-6-6-5-6"

"Affirmative to coordinate 1-7-6-6-5-6, the birds are on the way"

Gunfire escalated and they remained position for 10 minutes. The Lockheed AC-130 gunship was heard from the north-west and Sergeant Todd commanded for a run to a shelter about 200 meters in sight, during the air raid. When the AC-130 fired the first 30mm round, they ran towards the destination. With adrenaline pumping, they ran at the speed, which might be faster than Usain Bolt.

"Marines, that house is the target, do not fire on friendly," pointing at a house at the end of the row.

"Willies don't cry, let the pussies do that and we're gonna get the motherfuckers who took our brothers!"

"OohRah!"

"Corporal Davies, Alpha, surveillance and report"

"We will cover your ass"

Jack followed the team, and without firing a round from the rifles, they made it to the house. Jack had the opportunity to pull his camera out at point of time, and fixed his 14mm wide angle lens and ready for the action. Sergeant Todd signaled them to secure the perimeter of the house and they were leaning at the walls beside the front door and the window openings. Some marines covered the surroundings and the rooftops of adjacent houses.

Voices of shouting in harsh tones could be heard from the inside, incomprehensible by Jack, but he knows that something bad is going to happen, either to the Shiites who held captive of the soldiers, or them, standing outside the house. Sergeant Todd signaled that Jack stayed outside the house until they call for a clear. To the worst case scenario, the Shiites will not shoot Jack to death, they will only capture him as another POW, in case if they fail to compromise the foes.

Corporal Davies threw a Flashbang through the glass window, and within split seconds, they entered from the front door and gunfire was heard immediately after the entry. Corporal Davies and his team entered from the rooftop to provide assistance to Sergeant Todd and his team. Jack took the opportunity to take a few snapshots of the marines providing cover fire from the windows, from the outside.

"Area secure!" shouted Sergeant Todd from the inside of the house, and Jack went in. He stepped into the house and captures a few shots of the blood stained walls with pools of blood on the floor. At that time, the Marines found their brothers in a basement, naked and tied up in a feotal position.

"Assault and reconnaissance completed, subject acquired."

"Evacuation plan A, standby and cover at positions."

"Affirmative."

The APCs came to their location and picked Jack and the Marines. In the APC, they started singing their songs and celebrating the reunion of the two fellow Marines that was captured 3 months ago. Jack took a picture of the joyous faces in the APC, and made it the picture for his article which he gave the headline "Reunion of the Brothers."

Back in the Marines base in the outskirts of Baghdad, he sat at his desk, opening up his Macbook Pro, getting a link from the satellite phone to his editor in Bernama KL, he pulled out his pen and a piece of blank paper. He started writing.

"Dear Shun Yee, ..."

My Ten Thousand Words Essay

2009-10-18T17:21:00.005+08:00

Some pictures came to my mind when I was about the hit the hay.

Here they are, polaroided.

Enjoy.

You Do?

2009-10-16T11:21:00.004+08:00

Mr.Kuek's wedding was great. Apart from the greatness of marriage, it was the most tiring wedding that I've ever shot, but somehow managed to find the joy within the hard work.

For all these years, my life had been revolving around cameras. My first point and shoot film camera was a brandless piece of crap, which helped me through the process of learning the compositions. Dad used to tell me, "just snap whatever you think is a beautiful painting." Looking back into the amount which he spent to develop all the crappy photos, I believe I've learned it the hard way.

Olympus mju-I, 35mm 3.5mm was the 2nd one that I've got. It was still a p&s camera, hence, the same, shooting around and receiving inputs from dad. Later upgraded to Pentax Espio 105G, then the best p&s i've ever used, Nikon TW Zoom 105 Quartz Date. All these p&s didn't help me with the lessons about exposures, for it was all automated. Well, it helped a lot on the composition tho. And finally, Olympus OM-1. The first SLR, fully manual, with a gone case metering, forced myself to get the right focus and the right exposure, by feel and touch. Yea, no metering, gotta search my feelings to get it right. That's the toughest lesson of all I guess.

The last one before the Canon 350D was Nikon F-601 with 35-70mm f/3.3-4.5. I quote my dad, "You are like a sniper with only one chance with one bullet to hit the target, read the exposures and compose your picture within fractions of a second, if you are slower than the target, you're compromised." Hence, here I am, sacrificing my previous studies to pursue a dream, which I believe is a gift, and very much limiting myself from cropping photos which are already in the memory.

Talking about dreams. It sends myself into a conflict, which I still runaway from it. I had always wanted to be a warzone photojournalist. Being able to see the unseen agony and I find that it is my burden to write about the untold plight. Of course, it might only sound good here, but, I just want to be. How many girlfriends or wives can bear the fact that their partner is a warzone photojournalist? A dream is not realistic? I don't know either. But I just know that I want to be there to take photos and write about them. If I can survive the warzones, it's my dream to join National Geographic, and of course, if I don't get a 50 caliber bullet through my head, or don't get eaten by an African Hippo, then I'll come back to open a bridal boutique.

Now, I am disturbed. My sister once told me, "boy, people like you with a very bad temper and wild ambitions should never be attached, you will only make them suffer." And recently, out of nowhere a friend said this while we had a chat on wild ambitions, "Ya Shu, I think you have the gift of celibacy." I've driven many people's life into misery, maybe I should just learn how to let go at times.

UNITY

2009-10-05T01:43:00.002+08:00

When my CF bunch sees the title, they will be expecting that i'm posting a blog on the CF Camp. Well, I am not. The message somehow strikes me on the other side.

I'm getting on my nerves, when i see my friends, joining an event in their universities overseas, called "Malaysian Nite". Why aren't they running things like Chinese Nite or Indian Nite? I think probably they just want Malaysians to be there, and not Chinese from China nor the Indians from India - forget about feathers for a little while.

I still hear people being proud to be part of the Chinese Society or the other racial based societies, which goes directly against the idea of unity within a country. It's a segregation based ideology where the Brits used to govern our country before the independence. We still succumb to it, but yet, we say that we do not abide to 'colonial laws'. Dammit, when are you shit piled politicians gonna stop playing racial sentiments?

Now, I'm starting to know why that it's important to be studyin overseas. It's to learn about UNITY. When you are far away from home, and no one calls you a brother other than a person with a different skin colour that comes from the same motherland. Going to a new place, and realise that a person speaks the same native tongue as you, Bahasa Malaysia, you will feel at home. You go to any part of the world, you don't feel much if someone comes and talk to you in Mandarin, cuz, it's not your native language.

Speaking and being able to converse fluently in Bahasa Malaysia is not being brown washed, neither it is when u're playing Congkak, or Kuda Kepang or Gasing. It is our culture. To the Chinese of Malaysia, you don't grow up playing "扯铃" (Throwing retarded dumbbells from a string) or "围棋" （'Go' board game). Recognise your culture, not to agree blindly or just to listen without analysing, words of the damned politicians. Politicians that talks shit should just eat shit, and if you listen to the words of shit eaters.... you're nothing but a pile of..... hippo shit.

If my path is set to be a politician for a change, I will not hesitate to, for the land which I'm born into, which I call it as my country and the place which I shall return to the earth.

2 more to go

2009-09-21T18:11:00.005+08:00

Studying at home during public holidays is the worst piece of crap that can happen.

Today is the 2nd day of Hari Raya and I shall wish all my Malay mates a Merry Raya and may it be a meaningful one to them.

Anyway, I have 2 more papers to go, Intro to Political Science and Intro to Mass Communications. Both are reading subjects, or should I say, memorising subjects. Intro to Interpersonal Communications and Intro to Advertising both ended up in the toilet bowl. I'm traumatised by both of the subjects adi, i have no more motivation to study on. *my procrastinating side is back*

I am now looking forward for 3 things.
1) CF Camp
2) My CF Advisor's Wedding in Mlcc
3) Kuching trip in October

By the way, here are some unpublished pictures of the trip to Lata Kinjang for my Advertising assignment, to shoot the TVC as posted previously. and also some 'behind the scenes' of Kyle n ShuErn in Murni.

Yes, Renjie, this is Murni, that u will be tasting it in no time. Look at ShuErn's face and u know how satisfying it it. XD

p/s : all pics in this post are taken by Canon G7. Time to get a Ricoh GR3 =.=

Morning dirosakkan

2009-09-12T10:06:00.006+08:00

Woke up this morning at 9am, studying for Journalism paper at 2pm later. While taking a breakfast break halfway thru the notes, decided to go on MalaysiaKini to read some news. Saw this 15Malaysia video pinup and, decided to click on it.

Yes, the short film ruined my whole effin day!!!! It's directed by James Lee, figured it out from the first scene itself by his style of cinematography. Very artsy indeed. It's interested at times, but, yeah, maybe it's just not my cuppa tea.

Malaysian arts industry should get a style of their own, develop some new shooting skills and hone it instead of ripping it out of someone famous and use it in a small country like Malaysia and get the fame out of it. I wouldn't blame them actually, cuz, the government ain't helping much to boost the arts and entertainment industry. The government of the day ignores this industry, and PAS is against MLTR concerts. Malaysia is going no where!

Dammit, now my mood is ruined, thanks to that Gerhana.

p/s: I'm not hatin' James Lee or 15Malaysia, just that they could do better. Gadoh is a good film, but not Gerhana. Die you Cai Min Liang's rip off! Oh ya, Daphne Iking definitely has got a beautiful clavicle (collarbone) matching the halter neckline she's wearing. Good job for that part.

Journaling Sports : Tyrone Chen

2009-08-25T02:08:00.006+08:00

JOURNALING SPORTS : TYRONE CHEN

Voices of people cheering for the winning team, sobbing sounds of the losing opponent with claps that shivers the whole stadium and to stay alert and concentrate on the ongoing match of the sports event; is what sports journalist like Tyrone Chen have to do.

University of British Columbia in Canada is a well known University for studies in the field of social science, without even mentioning Journalism itself. Tyrone Chen was one of the graduates from UBC, a high achiever academically and also equipped with the skills to cover a sports event, all by himself.

Tyrone Chen is a Malaysian boy, born and brought up in a small town of Klang and went to a normal government primary and secondary school. Pursued his tertiary education in Vancouver and spent his time as an intern in Boston Herald, which is a local newspaper firm for Boston, Massachusetts. It is one of the city with highest density in the United States and Boston Herald is the longest serving newspaper there. When he was an intern, he said that being in that field is not that easy in the beginning for you need to have a number of skills instead of just writing. Writing part was also a challenge when it comes to sports journalism. He was there for 2 semesters practicing and honing the skills and Boston Herald eventually offered him a place as a full fledge journalist after he graduated with a degree in Journalism.

When asked what is the secret to be a good sports journalism, Tyrone said, "I don't really do it according to the conventional reporting, like the 5W 1H and I don't really adhere to that, I'm a rebel, that's why I stand out." Referring to him, he don't really think about the how to write it and the conventional reporting style "is kind of boring.

Tyrone covers many mainstream sports event in US, like basketball, ice hockey and some tennis. He covers mainly on basketball, which is a popular game there. As a sports journalist, he met many of the high profile athletes, and gets to interview them, but was reserved while commenting on the attitude of the athletes during an interview, which is one of the ethics in reporting as a journalist.

We threw a question about the challenges being a sports journalist, and Tyrone said that "you must be prepared before going to the game." He said that being as a sports journalist, he must know the rules and the regulations of the game. Not only the rules, also, he must know about the players, names and whatever that happens in the match must be on the fingertips. He also said that alertness is crucial being a sports journalist because "things happen, if you miss the moment, you've missed it." Being able to capture a moment and to write about it is very important. To do that, one must be able to multitask, as in being able to take pictures of the match, and to concentrate on the game at the same time.

Tyrone concluded with a few advises to those who might want to join the bandwagon of the sports journalist, and he highlighted that the word 'Sports Journalism' explains it all. One must like sports, and also journalism, in order for him to excel in this field. It's also not a well paid job, but if one is passionate in writing about sports, it will bring a lot of satisfaction. "Brush up on the knowledge on sports and writing skill, and try to improve your photography skills as well because it will come in handy.

马来西亚人？

2009-08-20T19:21:00.006+08:00

是时候了，是时候用华语了。

别人叫我香蕉人，没关系
别人叫我Banana，也没关系，
当我看这镜子，看见的，是个黄皮肤！！！
突然感觉到一阵羞耻，就因我不会看，和写，世界上最难学的语言。

虽然，我从来没看自己为华人，
但，学习多一个语言也不错吧？

如果人都是色盲的，不是ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ了吗？

华人就须要会华语吗？
只会说和听不够吗？
我们是否忘记了，我们祖先来到马来西亚，
来寻吃的时候，他们学了马来语。
今天，多少个华人不能用准确的马来语沟通？

我们是马来西亚人，不是华人。
马来西亚是我们的国家，不是中国。
你到中国去，他们当你是外人。

是时候了，睁开你的眼睛
看看四周围的朋友，
肤色真的那么重要吗?
我们都还是流这红色的血。
难道，我们的马来同胞流这蓝色的血？

他妈的，看太多卫斯理的小说了吧?

想想吧！

TVC production

2009-08-18T02:54:00.002+08:00

Completed another hectic assignment today, handed in and felt a surge of bounciness where a heavy burden was lifted. Last week, I was down with a terrible flu, which all the symptoms of H1N1 appeared, from coughs that sounded like bronchitis to very high fever (39.4 C) and the nausea feeling. Somehow I made myself back to Kampar from Banting, driving 3 hours with the fever and cough is not a fun thing to do, seriously. Well, yeah, just to finish up the advertising assignment. Everything went fine, shot our TVC, though it's way below commercial standard, but, we shot the damned commercial.

The TVC idea was actually an innovated idea from a children story, which was twisted in a way to fit the practicality and the limited resources we have. The idea was given to me by a groupmate, and I kao kao twisted it, to save the hassle to use After Effects and add in shitty palaces or anything. If you could remember, there's a story about a King without sons, searching for a someone to take his throne. This King then distributes dead flower seeds, unknown to the young boys, asking them to plant it. Then all of them came back to the King with beautiful flowers, claimed that it was from the seed, but then they were all rejected. A young chap came n told the king that nothing was planted, and the king saw that he was honest, hence chose him as the new king. So, yeah, in our story, a wise man or sakai hutan distributes soy beans, and only one came back with the soy bean drink. It's really twisted where I still laugh at the idea and the final product of it.

Well, here it is, final product, Yeo's Soy Bean Drink TVC.

Oh ya, credits to Kevin 'Hard' Koh (creator of SunnyBTG) for the scoring. Thanks bro!

Write me a letter from ...

2009-08-15T22:47:00.006+08:00

When you have nothing else better to do in the dead town of Kampar, you tend to spend more time thinking, or hallucinating, and this is a story that I drafted in my brains few weeks ago. Decided to put it into writing, hopefully that I can finish it up as a short story. Bear with it if it doesn't sound good, i'll just take it as a personal achievement to finish up a short story. Here's chapter 1 while chapter 2 is underway :D cheers

Chapter 1

Cheers could be heard by the proud parents, steps of the graduates storming out of the main auditorium, Dewan Budaya of University Sains Malaysia while smiles linger on the faces of everyone. The atmosphere was cheerful and bright, where birds see mortar boards covering the area surrounding the auditorium. Clinging to their certificates received during the convocation ceremony, photography session was endless at that very moment. It marks an end of the world or education for many, preparing them for the corporate world in the future. Graduates stormed out of the hall, running towards their parents and relatives, hugging them and shedding tears of joy. Jack Tan was one of the graduates, with first class honours in the Degree of Communications majoring in Journalism, winning many awards of creative writing along his 3 years studies in USM. He headed to the crowd with his friends, Eng Tat, his buddy for the past 3 years, and Jolene which was Eng Tat's girlfriend. Eng Tat's parents was waiting under a tree outside the hall accompanied with Jolene's parents and they walked over to join them. Auntie Chai was Eng Tat's mum and she walked towards Jack and gave him a big hug, whispering into his ears, "your parents must be very proud of you up there, they really do". Eng Tat couldn't resist giving Jack a hug too, and they all broke into tears, tears of sorrow where it haunts Jack all the time.

Within a short distance, stands a girl, with layered black hair highlighted with shades of gold and brown, thick eyebrows complimented with long eyelashes made perfect with mascara, bubbly eyes and cherry red lips covered with lip gloss, holding her tears while looking at Jack and his friends breaking down into tears. It was Shun Yee from the Business Faculty, a girl where Jack knew in his first semester through the Photography Club. Shun Yee's mind was not present with her family and immediately Melvin, Shun Yee's boyfriend, stared at her, knowing what was going through her mind at that very point of time. "If you had chosen me, don't look at him. I understand his pain as a friend, but I hope you don't make me and everyone here which is to celebrate out graduation, with sadness". uttered to Shun Yee in a stern tone. Melvin is also a graduate from USM, as a Bachelor of Engineering, 2 batches before Shun Yee and Jack. They were all active members in the Photography club, a fight club for two friends when objectives and goals crossed path.

Within minutes, Jack realised that he should not spoil the big day. He pulled himself together, wiped his tears dry and started smiling again, showing signs that he accepted the fact where his parents cannot be there to witness his graduation. He knew that he had made them proud. He took a glance of his surrounding, hoping to see the face of the person which appears in his mind all the time, and she appeared. She was the person which he described in a 1000 words for a creative writing competition which won him the award of the Young Writer 2008 organised by The Star newspaper. Jack immediately removed his sight from Shun Yee, knowing that Melvin will be unhappy if he sees him that way. Jack was a rather quiet, and a pessimist where he buries his feelings deep down, and never lets it out. Jack spent his graduation day with the family of Eng Tat and Jolene, immortalising memories of his big day in photographs. "It would be great if Shun Yee could be in the pictures", came to the thoughts of Jack, but he knew that it was just not possible. The day ended, Eng Tat went back to his hometown in PJ with his family, and Jack was alone again, started driving back in his little silver Kancil which was a birthday present by his parents when he was 18, to the student house where he had been staying for the past 3 years in Penang.

Two months before the final of the final exams, he sent his resume to Bernama which is a wire service in Malaysia that provides local in international news to the local newspapers, requesting them to send him to Baghdad. Since Jack's parents died in a car crash during his second year of the university, he had decided to be a photojournalist in war torn countries, to write stories for the unheard voices, for he had nothing else to lose. He received a reply from Bernama through a call before stepping into his lecture theater one day, "Hi Jack, this is Rosanita from Bernama Human Resource Department. I would like to inform you that your application has been received and we will want you to step into the office to sign an employment agreement. If everything goes on smoothly, you will be flying off to Baghdad few days after your graduation in August".

TO BE CONTINUED ...

Struktur Pembelajaran Uni

2009-07-31T13:32:00.004+08:00

Abstrak : Penggunaan Bahasa Malaysia patut digunakan pasa setiap masa untuk mengelakkan orang-orang yang tidak bertamadun, memanggil saya sebagai pendatang asing dari negeri China.

Kebingungan sentiasa berlaku apabila rakan-rakan sekelas, ataupun rakan se-gereja saya mengatakan bahawa dalam hidup universiti, "belajarlah dari nota sahaja, you tak perlukan buku." Sememangnya kelakar bila kamu fikirkan, budak-budak sekolah rendah pun tahu, belajar dari buku adalah penting kerana kesemua informasi penting terdapat dalam buku. Mungkinkah mereka telah terlupa kesemua yang mereka belajar dalam zaman persekolahan rendah dan menengah?

Seperti yang dikatakan dalam pantun saya yang ditulis semalam, sememangnya untuk menulis penggambaran, secara sinis, cara belajar mahasiswa dan mahasiswi UTAR yang dikatakan oleh Datuk Seri Ong Tee Keat, yang berseri-seri, sebagai "bersedia untuk menghadapi dunia korporat". KEPALAHOTAK YOU!! Jikalau pelajar pelajar di University masih ingin menghadapi penilaian pertengahan semester, atau penilaian akhir semester dengan nota sahaja, baik kamu balik ke Pra-Sekolah. Nota adalah untuk menolong pelajar universiti memahami subjek yang diajar, bukan untuk dihafalkan, dan ditulis seperti "copy and paste" dalam peperiksaan.

Ada sesetengah pensyarah yang suka menggalakkan pelajar untuk membaca dari buku-buku teks yang disyorkan, dan tidak tahu manalah datangnya tradisi buruk penghafalan dan pembacaan nota datang dan mencemarkan minda pelajar pelajar sekalian. Biar sepandai manalah seseorang pelajar, berapa tinggi pencapaian CGPA anda, tidak lama anda akan berdiri di puncak jika anda bergantung seratus peratas kepada nota.

Masa sudah tiba untuk kamu mengembangkan minda dari dunia budak kecil, dan cubalah menjadi seorang dewasa yang cerdik, dari segi mengetahui situasi yang dapat dikawal. Juga, janganlah mengabaikan kata-kata orang lain yang cuba menolong. Orang lain menolong bukan untuk kebaikan diri dia sendiri, adalah untuk kebaikan semua. Kalau nak mampus, mampuslah sendiri dan jangan menyusahkan orang lain. Bah kata "sepandai-pandai tupai melompat, ahkirnya jatuh ke lantai juga." Celiklah mata, lihat dunia dan mengubah persepsi terpesong anda kepada pelajaran tinggi, untuk kebaikan kamu sendiri.

Jika anda terasa dengan penulisan ini, maka andalah merupakan sasaran pembaca yang saya inginkan. Memandangkan Hari Raya Eid-ul-Fitr "hanya berada berdekatan pepenjuru" (just around the corner), saya ucapkan maaf zahir dan batin, kepada kesemua yang saya ingin menyinggung dengan sengaja.

Pantun Membakar Minyak Tengah Malam

2009-07-30T07:10:00.002+08:00

Setelah menggunakan masa tidur untuk belajar Komunikasi Khalayak (Mass Communication), adalah didapati bahawa kesan tidak tidur merupakan suatu kesan yang memburukkan kesihatan dan merosakkan minda. Didapati mengandungi unsur-unsur tidak sihat dan amat sesuai untuk mereka yang ingin menamatkan hidup mereka dalam masa yang singkat.

Ini dia pantun ciptaan agung Shu Tze Yuh, menyuarakan isi hati mahasiswa dan mahasiswi sekalian yang suka membakar minyak tengah malam (burning midnight oil).

Anak sekolah belajar buku,
Mahasiswa belajar nota;
Hutang duit kosong saku,
Hutang tidur mampus laju.

Semoga panjang umur. Amen!

Kesan pembubaran PPSMI

2009-07-22T01:15:00.003+08:00

PPSMI akan dibubarkan pada tahun 2012 setelah lebih kurang 5 tahun dilaksanakan. Oleh sebab itu, hari ini, blog saya akan ditulis dalam Bahasa Malaysia sebagai satu cara untuk menunjukkan semangat patriotisme kepada negara tercinta saya, Malaysia. Bukan kepada Raja dan Negara sahaja, juga untuk ahli ahli kabinet yang telah mengusahakan titik peluh mereka mempertahankan kedaulatan undang undang di Malaysia.

Baiklah, memang tidak baik kalau setiap hal di dalam hidup dipolitikkan, seperti kematian seorang setiausaha politik di tingkat 5 pejabat MACC. Marilah kita bersembang tentang hidup saya.

Hidup yang tidak berkehaluan sememangnya tidak salah untuk membayangkan hidup saya selama 22 tahun yang lepas. Mengimbas kembali ke dunia prasekolah saya, sebagai seorang kanak-kanak yang sentiasa aktif, bermain dan bergembira tanpa banyak persoalan tentang hidup. Saya rasa setiap orang pun ingat betapa gembiranya kami di dalam dunia kanak-kanak. Selesainya prasekolah, masuklah kami ke pembelajaran sekolah rendah, dan P&P dalam Bahasa Malaysia. Saya masih ingat keriangan yang dialami pada masa sekolah rendah, bermain di padang berkejar-kejaran, membaling batu sesama kawan dan menangis apabila dimarahi cikgu. Tidak pernah saya mengenali perkataan 'sedih'. 6 tahun berlalu setelah UPSR tamat, dan berhadapanlah kami dengan zaman akil baligh. FSTB dan GSTK menjadi ingatan yang paling mendalam sekali dalam memori saya kepada dunia sekolah menengah. Kemudian, memori berpacaran buat pertama sekali juga masih segar didalam memori saya, seperti hanya telah berlaku dalam beberapa tahun ini, tanpa diketahui dan dirasai, 10 tahun telahpun berlalu.

10 tahun bukanlah masa yang singkat. Banyak perubahan berlaku dalam hidup saya. Perkara yang dialami sememangnya tidak sama. Kesedihan dan kesusahan dalam hidup sedikit demi sedikit menyusuk ke dalam hati nurani, dan menukar pandangan dan persepsi saya kepada hidup. Siapalah dalam dunia ini tidak mengharapkan mereka kekal sebagai kanak-kanak, yang tidak mengerti kesusahan hidup?

Pada masa ini, saya masih lagi membenci diri saya kerana tidak bersungguh-sungguh menghabiskan ijazah perundangan 3 tahun yang lalu. Sentiasa mencari alasan untuk memberitahu sendiri bahawa yang lepas adalah yang lepas, tetapi, nampaknya alasan alasan itu tidak berkesan. Menipu diri sendiri merupakan kebodohan yang teramat, dan dibuktikan tidak berkesan. Tetapi, saya tidak mahu berdepan dengan realiti, kerana realiti bukan suatu cerita dongeng yang mempunyai kesudahan yang cantik dan sempurna.

Tiap malam sebelum tidur, dengan mata yang terbeliak besar, memandang lelangit dalam bilik saya, berfikiran bagaimana saya akan berdepan dengan realiti yang pedih ini. Sampai bilakah air mata yang mengalir akan berhenti? Bilakah akan saya mencari tidur yang lena semula? Bilalah sampai masa saya, mengambil sijil ijazah saya dengan bangga sekali, seperti yang dikatakan dalam esei-esei sekolah rendah "mencapai menara gading" akan disempurnakan? Bilalah?

p/s : memang bukan perkara senang untuk menulis dan meluahkan hati perasaan dalam Bahasa Malaysia setelah kian lama tidak menggunakanna. Gambar-gambar adalah tidak berkenaan, hanya gambar-gambar berikut tidak pernah diterbitkan dalam blog atau album foto saya dan ia merupakan kenangan beberapa bab di dalam hidup saya. Semoga anda memahami isi kandungan dalam penulisan ini.

Kampariana Rantings

2009-06-23T17:51:00.004+08:00

I've brought my camera to Kampar, was eager to transfer the pics from Phuket, and found out that I had left my USB Cable at home. Card reader is also in my drawer back at home, BTG.
Epic Fail!

Anyway, craps aside, life in Kampar is slowly gaining pace. Non-Facebook friends like how Brother Micheal named them are slowly getting along. I find that it's kinda weird when classmates are only exchanging phone numbers in week 4, today, especially when the whole intake for Journalism, has only 25 monkeys.

Lecturers are cool, and personally preferred Journalism and Intro to Pol. Science. Most probably because of the lecturer and besides that, i find that it's easy to grab and to understand, compared to Land Law.

It's indeed a great journey through the law studies, and it had created a foundation, or a capstone for the political interest and analysis. I remember how I used to HATE Constitutional and Administrative Law, until a sister, Cheryl helped me through, 2 weeks before my final exams. Time flies, this was 3 years ago. I could still remember that it was the end of the academic year for UoL, and I couldn't understand the relation between the Executive, Legislature and the Judiciary, 3 pillars of the government. After reading n burying myself into it, I find myself to like it, and now, understanding and information is right on my fingertips. Thanks to the effort of Cheryl, and UoL for forcing us to quote people like John Locke, A.V. Dicey, and lotsa prominent assholes that created such complicated yet enlightening quotes. And not to be forgotten, Hillare Barnett.

I could still remember the words of Mr. Ananth, the first person to bring me into the exposition of the legal studies in A-Levels, and told us to ignore the handwriting and to boost quantity in writing. Also, for all the things he taught us, he said, "I'm teaching you the 'Art of Bullshitting'". Bullshitting is the best art that I've learned so far in the 22 years of my life. I was sitting in class, when Mr. Afi, my Intro to Political Science lecturer asked us to write a short essay on the issue whether having 'power' is a good or a bad thing. I struggled a little cuz that it's been a year or more since I've held the pen and wrote an essay. But i quickly picked up speed, and babbled out a page and a half of writings.

A trauma for me in the past is now an advantage for me in the present. Things don't just happen, it happens for a purpose. =)

Life aside, I'm getting kinda rusty in my photography. It's been a long time since I shot something, and the relationship between the camera and I seems to be really far away. Cameras are like GFs or Wives, you'll need to sayang them, clean them, feed them and communicate with them, then only it will present the best when you most needed them. Now, it's time to reconnect with my camera again.

Here are some pictures taken about a month ago in Mardi Gras, held by Plush Entertainment. Keep yourselves updated with the parties by Plush Entertainment at http://www.plush-entertainment.com/

Disclaimer : I am a photographer at the event and my duty was to bring out the idea of the whole fun of the party. These pictures are not, by any circumstances, a form of advertisement, nor promoting for the cigarettes, alcohol and sex.

Professsionalism is at utmost importance.

U.L.A.R.edu.my

2009-05-26T00:33:00.002+08:00

University of Lala Refinement is the name for my new uni.

ULAR is infested with lotsa blonds and carrot heads. During my 5 minutes of registration time, I could hardly see a black haired human. At a juncture of time which I suspected that I was somewhere in the UK or States which is a fucking dream come true.

For I shall be deemed to associate myself with the Lala Refinement University for 3 years and the new Brotherhood of Lalas (BOL) in Kampar. For the day we rise is the day we conquer mindsets of the infidels (non-lalas). For God be with us for the days we may suffer and toil the earth until the day Lalas are recognised by the Federal Constitution. Till death do us part.

FUCK YOU Lalas!!

p/s : God, please gimme a friend which is normal in my class, satu cukup, really.

Misconceptions

2009-05-05T11:38:00.004+08:00

Malaysian Chinese idiots had been living in darkness ever since the technological boom. We still go to Tabib Cina BTG when we have fever, and ask for Dang Gui, Pow Shum and Ci Bai. Why don't I suggest that you all go back to Animisme, kiss the ground and burn your son to the 'lightning god' when the storm strikes?

Misconceptions are common, not only in Malaysia, but of course when I'm triggered to write this blog, I'm certainly not happy and exceptionally been provoked. What make things worse is that they don't even take that it is a misconception. They still think that it's a taboo.

Exp 1.
Eating fried food makes you sick.
- FALSE. there's no such thing as 'heaty' in science. The 'heatiness' that chiense usually refer to, is the amount of glucose vs. the amount of water (h2o) in the body. Even if you don't eat fried shits, you will still get sick if there are not enough water taken in.

Exp 2.
No ice cream when you're sick.
-DUMB. ice cream is not gonna cause the sickness to go worse! Sore throat patients should take ice cream even more cuz it soothes the throat and provides nutrients when you loose appetite. Ice cream will not cause fever to worsen either.

Exp 3.
Drinking cold water is not healthy and will cause coughs.
-PIECE OF SHIT. Fuck off! Prove to the world that drinking cold water causes coughs. I've been drinkin cold water only at home, and had never coughed for fun, or due to the intake of cold water.

Exp 4.
Eating supper will make you fat.
-FALSE. It's proven that eating at day or at night will cause the same amount of weight gain. Chinese Fucktards are confused by correlation and the causation. Correlation does not imply causation!

Exp 5.
It is easier to balance an egg on the first day of spring (Li Chun)
-FALSE. The difficulty does not fluctuate. It is the same damn thing 365.333333 days every fucking year.

I'm just too lazy to write more, cuz they are rather too scientific and most moron chinese wouldn't understand it.

Anyway, recently we've worked out this short film for Kevin's portfolio, and everyone should check it out. It's an interesting depiction of Malaysian art films on how boring and pretentious it is. Well, to sum up the Malaysian art films, "it's a piece of fucking shit." Enjoy.

Title : 万津的春天 Lost in Banting
Medium : English
Cast : Lik Wei, Anna (MMU)
Director : Kevin Koh KF
Link : http://sunnybtg.wordpress.com/

Video :

Sexist Remarks

2009-04-26T20:25:00.006+08:00

"Girls can't be presidents cuz they are too emotional"

Do you consider that as a sexist remark?

The gender equality movement had been started by women where they seek equal rights as a men. It is defined by UNICEF as "levelling the playing field for girls and women by ensuring that all children have equal opportunity to develop their talents."

WHAT THE FUCK? ! ! ! ?

This is the main problem of all the gender equality shit. Ladies are seeking equal rights as men, simply means, they think that men could do more, and hence, they just wanna be like them.

Do you find that I'm making a sexist remark?

Well, no, it isn't because, Sexism is made by females to make themselves feel equal, where they have a court to sue the Males when they call them "no balls"

Talking about genitalia, let's look at things in a very liberal manner. Now, try to think, could girls be turned into a man? Erm, literally as in, can you do operations to form a Penis, or in layman's term, a Dick, or a Cock.

I know this blog post will definitely make me end up with a brick in my ass by my church seniors or leaders, but you guys will understand why the fuck did I post this entry.

Let's just ignore that God created Man then made Woman by one of his ribs. Males have balls, outside. And females also do, but inside. In the perspective of science in the current day of writing, things that are outside can be stuffed into something, and most things inside, cannot be taken out and hang it on the outside.

That explains pretty much. Let's go further. By common sense, we can know that a mountain can be flattened, and further dug into a hole literally, without much complications. This is not a vice versa case. A hole cannot be filled, and further filled into a mountain, unless you have enough soil to do that.

Now, common sense apart, let's look into some scientific words that you might find it interesting to be Wikied up. Metiodeoplasty and Phalloplasty, both are some sort of surgical methods done to a woman's clitoris, being extended and the labia minora extended to form the end of a urethra. Ok, simply means, it creates a small cute little penis for a shemale. Hormones injected and boobs flatten, and beards grow. By the way, little means little, with no erection possible.

Vaginaplasty, make a cavity (hole) into the pubicle flesh, Penile Inversion to inverse the penis (ouch), and small part of it will be the clitoris or called the Neoclitoris. That's a process a man that could make him into fully functional vagina, where you can feel and experience the exact same shit as a woman during a penetration.

Now, that's one of the reason why MEN rules.

Alright, enough of sexist remarks. Just creating some questions to ponder upon, why sexism in preached everywhere?

The reason I'm posting this entry is because that I find that sexism is being preached in church. I had just heard a sexist remark made by a senior in my church. I'm not very sure others feel it or heard or realised it, but I was seriously offended. Why? cuz it came out of an lady which others highly see her as a matured christian. Should I tell her off? Many will say, "no lar, that's not what she meant". This cannot be tolerated guys, sexism in church.

Look around you, there are many things which are sexist remarks by nature around us, in our everyday life. Simple example, "maybe a family has some problems, like HIS FATHER IS HAVING AN AFFAIR THEREFORE CREATING FIGHTS WITHIN THE FAMILY."

Another thing that I expect you lads to think. Why do ladies wear skirts, or dresses? Try to think by common sense, why not the men wear skirts? Answer : cuz ladies are seen as a sex slave long time ago, where the skirt makes it 'accessible' for a man to perform sexual intercourse simply by just lifting up the skirt.

Second thing, if you ladies had been speculative enough, you will realise that the buttons on the blouse is on the opposite side of the men's shirt. It's not made so to differentiate that it's a blouse for the ladies, the size will do just fine. Try wearing a man's shirt and you will know how easy it is to button and unbutton if you are a right handed person. Now, ask someone to put on a blouse, and unbutton those shirts with your right hand, when you are facing him/her, it works perfectly right?

Buttons on the blouse are made that way, so that unbuttoning is easier for the men.

So, if you are fighting for gender equality, don't wear a skirt, don't wear a blouse. Wear pants and shirts instead you fucking morons.

It's time to take it where there are shits where only men could do it, and things that only women could do. There's no point fighting that women could also do things that men could. This simply PROVES that you're a woman. We are definitely not fighting for the right to give birth, so, dun kiasu lar. Nabeh~~

Peace.

p/s : Pictures posted have nothing to do with the post. It's just my favourite collection of epic poladroids. :)

Chinese and Dialects

2009-04-15T00:39:00.005+08:00

Mood : Effing Furious

There's some kind of stereotype which some psychologist should write a thesis about. They often say that Foo Chow men are chauvinists, which might be quite true when my dad is pretty much portrays such a characteristics. Well, it may be rebutted by evidence to the contrary though, cuz I've seen some really pussy Foo Chow men. What say you?

I had just met a case where there are no rebut that one could ever make, is that Hainanese men or women are serious fruitcakes. Mood swings are present almost every time. I sometimes suspect that they all carry the genes of Bipolar disease. My mum just pulled a Hai Lam on me. Was talking so sarcastically and it's really irritating at times.

Parents sometimes complain that their children just doesn't like to come home and stay for long. Apart from the fillial piety that we're supposed to practice, aren't they supposed to reflect on their own attitude and behaviour? Well, their parents might have left the world, and who izzit supposed to tell them off when they do wrong? So when we kids tell them that they're wrong, they'll say that we're 'rebellious'. Shit man, i'm so gonna revenge on my kids next time and to show that i'm the king and the ultimatum and suggest that "someone's gonna get hurt real bad!"

Well, besides that, it has just been confirmed that I'llbe heading to UTAR for my journalism shit. Paid my fees last week and sent in the declaration of fees. Recently had a flashback on my life, and realised that my life had been high up on the summit, and plunged down, real steep into the valleys. How should I explain how i feel now? One word, fucked!

I still can't get over the fact that I dropped law. Friends still came and ask whether it's for real or not. Damn, don't ask and shut up aite? You're like rubbing salt into the wound. You know how it feels like when u're telling your girlfriend's parents that you're gonna do Journalism as a freshie again? What about the feeling when you go out for tea with your old schoolmates and everyone's talking about working, while you might still be in Year 2 of the degree? In the financial point of view, my girlfriend's gonna graduate next year and start working when I'm in Year 2. So she's gonnabe earning 2k a month, 24k a year, and 48k in 2 years time, until I graduate, before I start working.

I'm in a WTF mode. I seriously don't know how should I feel now. Happy - because I got the offer for journalism? or Sad - that there are so many shits awaiting for me ahead.

Here are some photographs taken recently with my D700 with 2 flashes, and some pics taken with my Olympussy OM-1 + Kodak Life 200 (expired). Hope that these pics could make you say WOW. (act that you would even if you don't to add some colours to my life)

I just wanna get myself drunk with photography and hopefully to set up my freelance network soon. Friends are way ahead of me and I need to catch up, so much. I'll have to make sure to build the network of photography business, even if I'll need to beg or kiss ass to gain it.

How bad could it be for my future when my present is full of shit?

I remember ...

2009-03-25T12:03:00.005+08:00

the days where I used to be enjoying life within the college :)

When friends was there to keep the stress in disguise and to get through things together.

Digging through the pictures stored in the hard disk, deep within a compilation that was untouched for about a year, found pictures of the mock trial where once I was an acting lawyer for a criminal case.

Names flew by, Julia Pepperpot, Tom Peeping, and some funny Transformers punya Optimus Prime name which came out of nowhere during the preparations.

Cheryl who is sitting the witness bench here is gonna graduate soon, we've once stepped into the same class, same year, and reality strikes, I'm gonna be a freshie in May. Sometimes, living in fantasy doesn't seem too bad after all. haha! Hmm, I remember, that she was the one who helped me through my Constitutional Law exams, the only few who was willing to guide me from zero knowledge to a point which I started to love Consti.
Yes, I remember :)

Constitutional Law is basically what is known more to the public as Administrative or Public Law, dealing with theories of the olden days about how a country should run, judicial review, cases where authorities breach the law but immunities allowed them out scott-free. Knowing about Constitutional Law thoroughly is not a good idea in Malaysia, where you will feel that theories are just plain utter crapola bullshit and never could be done.

There was a road, a straight road heading to a destination,

take a look at your left and right, step out on the journey,

rain poured down and soaked me away, I ignored,

scorching sun burnt my skin and, I ignored,

running towards the money, power and status which the world could give,

like a prisoner on the run, road blocks to stop me was avoided,

running through the bushes and struggling not to get caught,

until, a time where path is not seen, sat down and wait,

set up a beacon, and call for help,

led back to the same straight path I had trodded on,

was told, "take a U-turn and go straight",

I knew that it wasn't gonna be easy, to walk back the same way which I came from.

It was then to realise, that there He was on a vantage point,

looking at me, straying from the original path that was made, for me.

A heart which was rock solid filled with human ego,

a mind that was blinded by the powers that the world could provide,

temporary securities that status could give,

made a bumpy ride through the wrong destiny,

It is not easy, but I've walked through,

It is not a short distance, but I will still walk,

It is not a joyful past, but I've seen more, more than what the others could have seen.

I remember.

Weight upon His shoulders

2009-03-03T10:29:00.007+08:00

Life had been good yesterday. There was a burden lifted and i feel bouncy again.

Woke up in the morning, picked up the envelope, addressed to the admissions office of UTAR.

Headed to the school, certified as the actual copy of documents, and I just simply can't wait to post the application.

It was immediate where I drove to the post office, sent via registered mail to a PO.Box in KL, and i had a sigh of relief.

I could feel that burden of the law studies which i had been dragging, or probably dragging me, was removed. The bouncy feeling was back again.
Thank You Lord. Set me back on the path You want me to tread on after a disobedient scenic route.

It was a beautiful day, clouds was beautiful in cirrus formations and some cumulus at the lower altitude, perfect for sunsets. Packed all my camera stuffs, picked up an old buddy who will be flying off to Melbourne in 14 hours, at the time of writing, then headed to Morib.

4 years... 4 years was the time spent apart from this buddy, living in our study life, without having a time to catch up. It was wonderful that a stroll by the sandy beach allowed a short moment just to connect again, just like the years before a bunch of 8 monkeys departed from Secondary school.

I missed secondary school life, where a time where responsibility does not exist in the dictionary. A time where friends are for real. A time when stress was fun. A time which we had joyful days.

Life's about to begin a new chapter soon, awaiting a reply from the application. What would it be? A plain and normal one? or another roller coaster ride?

p/s : photos taken by D700 with Nikkor 50mm f/1.4 and Sigma 24-70 f2.8. People in Malaysia are hardcore supporters of Nikkor and Canon original lenses. Yea, no doubt, it's perfectly good. But well, for the price of 300% of a Sigma, I get a quality about 30% sharper at the corners and aperture wide open. Unless my great white throne could turn poo into gold, SHUT UP!!!! : to all the hardcore Nikkor supporters!

Grace of Love !

2009-02-25T00:33:00.003+08:00

Dear all,

There will be a Musical Drama presentation in my church, Banting Chinese Methodist Church.
A very heart touching, tears spilling and spine chilling drama,
with songs and voices which ensnares your heart.

Come and join the youth team which had been practicing for the past 3 months, and for an encore presentation on the 28th of March. Everyone is welcomed, from young to old, infant to veteran. Do also invite your family, friends, neighbours and relatives for what might be your best gift in your entire life, DO NOT MISS THIS CHANCE.

Don't wait any further, mark this date down in your diaries. Be here with your heart prepared for a life changing drama, awaiting for you.

Event : Grace of Love
Venue : Banting Chinese Methodist Church
Time : 7:30pm - 9:30pm
Date : 28 March 2009

As above, is the e-invitation card. Hope to see you soon.

If you are from around the Banting valley, transport could be provided to our church.
all you need to do is to send me an email at tzeyuh@gmail.com, and let me know how could I contact you in person and to arrange a transportation for you.

Life ala carte

2009-02-23T22:25:00.004+08:00

I wish, that I could choose my talents and specialty, from the shelf, ala carte.

I would choose that I'm a high scorer in school.

A good brain for studies, catered to score in school, college, or university.

It's fine to be a nerd or when others call me one.

What's not good being a high scorer?

When people look at you they feel intimidated.

When they speak with you, you trample them with words of sophistication.

When you get good results, others compliment you.

When scholarship is being awarded, you're highly lifted by the crowd.

I choose not to know how to repair a malfunctioning computer.

I don't want to know bout cameras and be an enthusiast.

College, I rather be quiet and just sit in a corner, as a nerd.

Reading textbook as my daily hobby.

To think of the working world, as a normal person,

be contented working as one of the highly glamorous jobs;

doctors, lawyers, engineers, actuarists, or a microbiologist.

I rather not know many things, in exchange of good academics,

if these could make my parents happy.

Left Behind

2009-02-11T18:12:00.005+08:00

Within a month's time, another 2 of my great pals had left Malaysia.

My friends are scattered all around the world !!!

Ah Jing, is doing his Masters in Melbourne now.
I sometimes wonder where would he be if he was to stay back in Malaysia for his SPM in year 2003.
He's far ahead from me now, and many of us in the group.

Wish them the best of all, and may this experience be a great one, especially for Esther who would be in Tasmania by now.

Left behind, when others had already finished the race.

Left behind, when others had already started a new race,
but you're just about to begin.

Left behind, when some take a big leap forward, but you're stationary.

Left behind, when you're at the same spot, where you were at the beginning.

Left behind, when there are no other steps, but to choose to stay.

Left behind, when silent tears fall while others slumber in the night.

Left behind, when, when would be my chance to leave this feeling,
of being left behind.

Rusty

2009-01-18T22:03:00.006+08:00

I'm back, to my old long forgotten blog. It's always been a dilemma whether to update or not to update. When I feel like updating, it just feels that I'm crapping useless thing. More like rantings. Well, finally decided to do so.

Gone, is my best pal, back to Minnesota for studies. I think it was a random thing that we've decided to send him off in the airport a night before he left. Next morning, we left Banting at 7:30, to catch him at the airport just before he check into the boarding gates. A few cups of coffee and some final jokes + laughter, there he goes, into the international boarding gate, and we shall meet in a year's time.

Time flies, we were in Form 1 in the year 2000, Form 5 in the year 2004, and it's now 2009. Ah Jing had graduated, PS has only 1 1/2 years to go, Bullgy, another 2 years. Looking at him walking into the boarding gate gave me a mixed feeling, that i'm happy that he's heading back for some serious education, and that i'm jealous cuz i couldn't be walking in, just like them.

Imaginations popped up in my mind, friends are all there sending me off for education abroad, saying words of farewell, and me stepping into the boarding gate. How would it feel? Happy or sad? Touched...how? It's unimaginable i guess. How I wish that i could be one of them :)

Anyhow, Bullgy, all the best for ur studies, and we shall meet again end of the year.

So ... what's next?

2008-10-04T00:00:00.005+08:00

Dusty, my blog had been dusty.

I've been down for quite some time, server down. There's always a phrase that reminds me, "what's worse than a man that loses it's career?"
Well, in my case, "what's worse than a young man that has no future?"
maybe not to that extent of no future, but, somewhere there, let's exaggerate at times.

Next week, after Hari Raya will be a crucial moment. Where the psychometric test of MAS will be issued. I'm gonna call the HR dept. and ask for my results. I kept asking myself what would I do if I didn't get through? I've placed almost 100% of my hope into this cadet pilot application. Days and days i've been thinking and dreaming of the feeling, accelerating into the clouds, looking down from the skies, and to wear a full uniform of a pilot.

What happens when you're having a sweet dream and someone comes and slap you awake? hwo would you feel? I definitely don't like it, I wish i could go on dreaming. Please, don't wake me up. I need this terribly. :(

Life still goes on while awaiting for the results of my MISPA (psychometric test). I had the oppotunity to interview Reymee from Innuendo, and Hans Isaac, the Malaysian actor. Thanks to one of my great friend, Sara. When she called me on the night before, I hessitated, whether I should go. I didn't think I could do it, I lost my confidence. Wishy washy me, decided to go and have a try. Well, confidence problem was still there, but, somehow managed to finish the interview, and was able to write it out. It'll be out in the November issue of Talents magazine. I wonder how would it be. Oh ya, and i had the chance to take a pic with Serena C, my favourite announcer from Mix.fm! and, Hannah Tan too. But i look weird in the picture with Hannah, so i've decided only to post the pic with Serena. haha!

Being a photography enthusiast, Sara called me to take photographs for a food review in Starhill in Bukit Bintang. It's a TeoChew restaurant, called Pak Loh. I know it sounds a little weird, which actually means Hundred Happiness in cantonese. Well, it wasn't easy in incandescent lights, orang and dark, romantic as it is. The whole situation suddenly reminds me of a saying, that photography is all about controlling the light, study the light and understand the light is the key to photography. Yeah, a 5 year old could snap good pics in a so so light with a 5D Mark II or a 700D lar. I'm using a 350D with some cheapskate lens. Expect the unexpected? ya rite!

1 + 1 = 2 ?

2008-09-03T23:23:00.003+08:00

is it true that when you work hard for a target and u'll achieve it?

Is it true that everyone works equally hard to achieve the same?

But why izzit that some people could juz spend 180k and grad with a friggin degree, and show others that he's a scholar, and a good child that shows perfect filial piety, while people that strives 5 times as hard could just be seen as a failure?

I'm nothing but a failure, a loser with a BEEG L on the head. What good could u make when u know a little out of everything? Be some sort of a beggar showing stunts in the streets, making people happy out of my 'multi-talented' skills?

I now agree that my brain is not good for anything. Not good enough for law, just enough to bring me through 1 year. Not good enough to be a pilot, not good enough to be a photographer. Everything is hanged, somewhere in the middle, dangling life.

Not even the closest ones around me is proud of me. Haha. It's a clown life. Make people happy, go home, get some rest and tomorrow's a brand new day.

Everything is changing around me, the only thing which is not changing, is 'change' itself. It's always there to haunt u, when u're least expected. Boohoo~

Enough, I had enough telling myself that I could do it, I could strive on and I could make it through the rain. It's all bullshit. Stories told to the kids to make them happy and motivated. I'll call it a bluff.

From now on, the Shu Tze Yuh, the Choleric-Sanguine chap is gone.

Welcome to the Pure Perfect Melancholy world.

Flying~ A dream beyond possibilities

2008-07-30T14:23:00.002+08:00

Impossible or I'm Possible ?

One asked me, "hey, where has ur high level of confidence gone?"

Seriously, I DON'T KNOW. Who doesn't wanna pass this MISPA test? It's always been said that whenever there are high expectations, there tends to be high level of disappointment incurred. Should I aim high for this MISPA? To be frank, I seriously wanna pass this. Who doesn't wanna fly? Everyone wants to. But, it's proven that only elites can get through.

Am I one of them? I truly hope that I am ...

There are many ups and downs of life happening in life recently. Had a thought sharing with a friend of mine recently, and decided to come out with this. This is due to the mixed feelings I had when I'm practicing numbers for my MISPA + literal and verbal practice all the while for the past 2 damned years. Life's more than just a life. Life is a plan, a God's plan. I'm learning how to commit and accept. :)

White - Grey - Black

2008-07-26T13:49:00.007+08:00

Dear friends,

It's been a seriously long time since I posted something up here in my blog. I went for an illegal meeting yesterday, in Stadium Jugra, where the famous Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim came to town. ~You betta watch out, you betta not cry~

I seriously admire his charisma, and how the way he outperforms others when he's speaking on the stage or podium. He mentioned that he wanted a debate with our Prime Minister, Abdullah Badawi, but our PM rejected the offer. Our Najib... let's not talk bout him, total waste of time. So, it ended up being the poor Shabery Cheek that had to 'telan kucing mati'.

In Malaysia, posting stuffs like what I AM doing now will get your own ass thrown into jail anytime. The Human Rights protector in our country was labelled as "Anti-Government". Where are we heading to, Malaysia? The rights for the press to write the real story was taken away looong looong time ago. Gone are the freedom of expressions in our country.

Back in 1999, the UK government passed an act of Parliament, which is the highest law of the land, that entrenched the rights of the citizen. Referring to Article 10 of the Human Rights Act (HRA) 1999, which came into force on October of year 2000, the act promises freedom of expression. The question now is, will Malaysia learn?

Bill of Rights had came into existence in the United States, when James Madison made the amendments on the U.S. Constitution in the year 1789 and came into effect in 1791. The European Convention on Human Rights was adopted in the year 1950. The UK government passed the Human Rights Act in 1999. These are the role models of successful countries that had proven that the rights of citizens had been protected, and they had the freedom to express themselves, either by questioning the government, by expressing their distress calls due to the inefficiency of the government, or even by writing out their dissatisfaction to the current administration in the newspapers.

When will be Malaysia's turn? 2009? 2015? another 49 years during the 100th Jubilee? or never?

Are we Malaysians, forever gonna stand here in a grey area? For we know some things are supposed to be done, but yet it is illegal in the eyes of the law. Was V in V for Vendetta was doing an illegal act, but yet people seen as right?

For today I chose to write this blog, I chose to stand in a grey ground that it is illegal in the eyes of the current administration but right in the eyes of the nations.

Choices are in our hands, my friends.

I don't vote for Barisan National. I don't vote for PKR, neither PAS or neither DAP.

I VOTE FOR A CHANGE.

Oki, a little update on my life recently. Nothing special, just ... being a 'sampah masyarakat'. I had been called to the Psychometric Test for MAS, a.k.a. MISPA Test on 31st of July, the coming Thursday. Heck I'm freaked!! It consists of Verbal, Numerical, Diagrams / Spatial, IQ and Personality Test. I've been hoping and praying that I'll get thru this. Well, again, I'm learning to commit. No matter whatever shit that comes my way, I know it's good shit.

Anyway, I had too much free time to burn and decided to spend some doing funny stuffs, like this CD Album down here. Haha.

Day 7 & 8 : One step closer

2008-07-03T12:41:00.010+08:00

It was the 25th of June, 1st day in Ah Lae village, I received an sms from dad informing me that I was called for the psychomotor test for MAS.

I was pretty excited over the 1st part of the message, but my heart sank when I saw the subsequent part of it. It was on the 2nd of July, the day of my flight back to LCCT from Chiang Mai. What was worse is that the test is at 9am, and I will land at 2.50pm according to the schedule.

As effective as ever, I started asking for the number of the MAS office and I tried calling them, trying to reschedule my test, and it was all in vain, no one picked up my call, wasted a huge sum of money calling. Running out of ideas, I asked dad to call n check, and guess what? I was told that this is the last batch of psychomotor test and I would have to wait for the next recruitment drive in order to get in again.

I kept on questioning God why would He put the interview on that very day? Is that what He wanted me to do? If yes, why would it be on that day?

Hence, the last resort, I tried rescheduling my AA flight and the stupid operators didn't pick up my call, I was on hold for at least 30 mins in total. 30 mins x rm3 = rm90. .....

At this point of time, I brain was in a mess, everything was haywired, and I didn't wanna spend another 400 bucks juz to book another tix back home, even if it's gonna be subsidised by any person. I find that it's juz a waste of money.

I prayed, the team prayed with me, and what I wanted is that His will be done, I wanna learn how to commit things unto God's hands. Amazingly, peace was in my heart when I'm doing His work. When I'm doin His works, I had peace... but when I'm busy, i felt like sh*t. Works of the evil one will always kacau u when u're not looking unto the Lord.

I called Uncle Koh, requested his help to reschedule the flight for me, and he was outstation and could only do it the next day when he's back. It was juz hours bfore the minimum time of rescheduling. All I had now was to have faith in God, believing that He will pave the way for me.

Next day, I received an sms from Uncle Koh, "flight rescheduled to 1st of July, 11:05am, Booking number : UDMFLG, Reschedule : 29th June 2008". The only word appeared on my mind was, Hallelujah, God is always great!

One thing I learnt from this experience, on this test and a lesson of faith. When you do God's work, don't worry bout other stuffs that may seem 'important'. God's work in priority and you will find that your 'important' stuffs will be settled by the Lord our God Himself. Sometimes we're juz like Nemo, asking our Father, in heaven to let go our hands, and we ourselves could do it on our own. We oft forget to cling tight on Him and to rely on His wisdom and strength to go through trials.

The cartoon Lion King said, "look at your relfection, YOU ARE THE SON OF A KING". If God's taking care of the sparrows in the fields, would He not take care of you, His precious child?? :)

Oh ya, by the way, I've passed my 1st stage test, the psychomotor test (aptitude test). still have 2 more tests to go through, the Psychometric and the interview. May God lead the way.

Day 7

After the 12 hour terror ride of the crazy busman, you will reach Hanoi town at, approx. 6:30 am. take a cab to Sinh Cafe to check in for the Halong Bay trip. Halong bay trip is at 8:30pm. At this period of time, Hanoi will be freezing. Carry the sweater around wherever you run.

There's a coffee shop about a block down Sinh Cafe. Get a seat and enjoy a cup of hot coffee in a cold weather. Malaysians would enjoy that. It's a norm for me, some time ago, driving up Genting at night just for a cup of cafe latte alone and then drive down after that.

Ok, the trip to Halong Bay's gonna take about 3-4 hours, i've forgot the exact time after 7 months. It's somewhere there. You will be travelling to the eastern shore of Vietnam. You will be packed in a van like sardines for that period of time.

Arriving at Halong Bay, the tour guide will lead you to the chinese junk which belongs to the Sinh Travel Group. I would say that it's sort of a luxurious junk, with water heater (which doesn't work), and a nice room. I was fed up with my camera's AF in area lit with incandescent light, so there's no pictures of the room.

Anyway, once you're in the junk, you will be distributed the keys to your room which is in the lower level of the junk. The picture above are taken in the dining room. It's a place to hang out without the bone chillin wind. You may order drinks on board and drinks are priced about 3 times higher than on land.

At around 1pm, you will be served lunch. I will rate the food on board as ... 4/10.

After lunch, you will be heading to one of the 7 wonders of the world, Halong bay, a formation of thousands of small islands. It was winter hence the air was filled with mist and fog. I couldn't get a good picture of Halong Bay, thanks to the mists around.

The 1st destination is a cave, filled with stalactites and stalagmites. And there are lots of weird structures of stones and walls of the cave, unknown to us. If a geologist were to step into this cave, probably we'll have a better knowledge about the formations and the names of it. As for an enthusiast of photography and planes, it wasn't that amazing for me. hehe.

After the visit to the limestone cave, the junk will then bring you to a post, where locals keep fishes, clams, and even lobsters in a confined area. You can buy them at a rather low price. You could also go for kayaking around that area. I did not even fancy that. I was pretty kayakphobic after the OBS, eventhough it was seriously a long time ago.

There's this couple, a vietnamese couple, was so in love, and both of them were like, hugging each other 24/7. I wonder how they walk, thought they would trip and fall into the polluted sea of Halong bay. This lady, I dunno how to describe her, either stupid/brainless/idiotic, went for a kayak ride in a dress. So, what's wrong with that? If it was summer, with a summer dress, there would be nothing wrong. HELLO, it's winter and she was in some office dressup. High heels! scarf!
We've given them a codename: Operation Winter Sonata.

Anyway, after the stop, it was almost dark. Night falls around 6:15pm plus, night was longer than daylight during winter in northern Vietnam.

During the night, step out to the open air at the top level of the junk, and dare the cold breeze of the winter. We had some great fellowship with another vietnamse couple from HCMC. As proud as ever with the Malaysian Maggi noodles, we had some feast of intant noodles in the chilly cold winter night. It was an experience. :)

DAY 8

Rise and shine, and early in the morning at 7am plus, don't be shocked to hear knocking on the window of your room. Some women will be rowing a small boat made of weaved leaves selling stuffs from junk to junk. The one I met was selling opals around, with 2 children in the boat. It was quite a sad scene, but somehow i managed to pull my camera out for a few shots. Just to show how intimidated the little boat was compared to the junk we're on.

When everyone is up, the tour guide will then gather everyone for breakfast. During breakfast, the junk will be heading to a rather small 'town' on the water. This is where all the people who are earning from selling fruits and all junk food to the tourists. You can even find a school here, shown in the picture below. This makes me think of the movie, Waterworld.

When you reach this place, you have an option whether to pay a small amount of money to go on a boat ride to look at some formation of the rocks and a lagoon.

This floating school is funded by the Embassy of the United Kingdom. There was no time to go and visit the school and to feel how is it to be studying on a floating school.

After this boat ride, the junk will be heading back to shore. And you will be having lunch near the port in some restaurants. After lunch, you'll be on a journey back to Hanoi, another 3 hours plus.

It would be late evening when you reach Hanoi town, back to Sinh Cafe.

This is the evening that I would never forget. It was Christmas eve, everyone was on the Christmas mood. Youngsters dressed up and getting ready for a Christmas countdown in Hanoi town. We were at Sinh Cafe, decided where should we go for a christmas eve dinner.
It was quite a melancholic moment thinking how christmas would be back in Banting and at home. :)

We then decided for a good christmas dinner in Candles cafe, right opposite Sinh Cafe. It's a good place for a christmas dinner, nice lighting, good atmosphere and the ambience was just perfect for a bunch of travellers away from home. We even got a little christmas gift from Candles cafe when we left. But one thing kept us thinking even up till today was that, whether Candles cafe was a cafe for gays. Cuz the people in there are so gayish. Yucks.

After the christmas dinner, we went strolling around Hanoi town, getting supplies for a small countdown celebration later on in the train to Sapa. We all had some crazy thoughts, bought a bottle of red wine, bought a christmas log, and some christmas roasted pork. hahaha!

The train was at 10:00 pm and we board the train. Made some noise together, and countdown at 11.00pm, according to Malaysian timing, cuz we were too tired. Haha! That's the celebration of the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ of the year 2007. Something worth to remember :)

Day 5 + 6 : Go, Going, Gone

2008-05-21T20:30:00.007+08:00

I feel sorry to update this Day 5 n 6 after such a long time. I think by the time I update DAY 10, it'll be a year past.

So, here we go! :)

DAY 5 : Ho Chi Minh - Da Nang

Train ride for 17 hours will bring u from HCM City to Da Nang. Ironically, when you look into the map, you will realise that there are airports in both the cities. You can choose to take a flight that will eventually save you 15 hours, but it will cost u about 5 times more than the train tickets. Choices!

After checking out my atlas, you will be travelling 800km from HCM to Da Nang, in a straight line. A plane travelling at Mach 0.6, usually at 15k feet for shorter range, will be flying at about 700km/h, in a straight line so to say. Trains are not travelling in a straight line, it goes through tunnels, mountains, slopes, rivers, and stops at some stations to pick up and to drop people.

I slept in a 6 men bunker and with some nymphs (baby cockroaches) under my mattress. Next morning you'll get up early as 8am and they will serve you breakfast. We ordered Pho Bo again and some chicken flavoured Vietnamese maggi mee. It tastes alrite and well, don't expect much when you're on the train! Hah!

As you can see, Mark is sleeping on his Malaysian Airlines pillow, made of good polyester casing and stuffed with goosefeather. This shows that we still have a long way to go. Being awake in the train, for the next 6-7 hours is a torture. The cabin is so small and packed, that I don't even have enough space to move around. Every minute is like an hour in the cabin. Trust me, you wouldn't ever want to travel in a train anymore after this experience.

DA NANG - When you arrive in Da Nang, hire a cab and they will drive you to Hoi An. 6 persons in a huge van will cost you only 30USD. Remember to read up Naomi's Bargaining 101. When you reach Hoi An, find a place to stay.

Recommended by the 6 : Huy Hoang I Hotel, Hoi An, Phan Boi Chau St.
Good service at an affordable price, and relatively cheap for Malaysian backpackers.

Once we checked into the rooms, gear up for some walking around town. Hoi An is famous for the tailor made clothings, from Cheong Sam, Kimono to tailor made suits from Cashmere fabrics.

Try going into the Market, it's hidden so ask around and find for booth No.23, BICH MY. (I know, their name sounds vulgar). They offer good services. We went around 4pm in the evening and we were about to leave at 8am in the morning, and guess what, 2 suits and 2 cheong sams was done in 4 hours ! By that night we were showcasing our plunders in the hotel lobby.

Oh ya, I made my suit for 50USD, cashmeere fabrics, and Ling the same.

For the ladies, you can walk around the small town and find the whole street selling the same damn thing. So bargain to the lowest before you buy. Hoi An is the shopping haven for everyone.

When you're tired, go rent a bicycle and start cycling around. You will be so terrified and petrified! And their honking will make u tremble thinking that you've been a bad road user. It's actually their culture saying, "I'm here, don't come out". *Not recommended*

Continue walking around till nightfall, and if you're lucky, it might be some Full Moon Festival every month, for every 29 1/2 days, the moon will be round and they celebrate it. Well, we call it Lantern Fetivals here back in Malaysia, but the culture is almost the same, passed down from the chinese ancetors.

There will be loads of street food around town at night. Walk around and try the local delicacies. Pho bo is common where you can find in any part of Vietnam. There's a food called Cao Lao. Pork noodle, with vege and tomatoes where it's only found in Hoi An. So give it a try!

After tired walking around and after enough of shopping, go back to the hotel and get some rest. Tomorrow will be an EXCITING day!

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DAY 6 : Travel

Rise and shine buddies!

Today is gonna be a travelling day. Yes, Travelling literally!

Let me explain this, you will be sitting on a bus from Hoi An to Hue, then from Hue to Hanoi. You will be travelling another 800km in straight line. Estimation of the journey is about 920km.

From Hoi An to Hue will take u about 3 hours including the stop at some cave and a beautiful beach. It will take u through the longest tunnel in southeast asia, heading to Hue. That's about 150km.

You will stop in Hue for about 2 hours, and the bus usually leaves from Hue to Hanoi at 5pm in the evening. This will take another 13 hours. So, sit tight and enjoy the journey! At this very time, I was suffering from some chronic food poisoning and there came my nickname of 'Vomitting Boy'.

The next day at 6.30am, you will reach Hanoi. Keep looking at the watch and pray that time passes by fast. And if you ever gonna hav a ride with our bus driver, trust me, you will be praying all the way from Hue to Hanoi for your own safety and the other passengers. Haha.

End of day 5 and 6.

- To be continued-

Unite Malaysia : Play a part

2008-05-21T04:07:00.003+08:00

This is a jumping ship situation.

I've been trying very hard to update my Xanga, and I face lotsa problems.

1st, they freaking changed the whole layout and make it 'Noob Friendly'. And make people like us suffer the consequence.

2nd, the whole server is becoming so very slow that I can't even change my layout and colours.

This is a very good reason for me to jump to blogspot. Hehe =D

To all my dearest friends, please spend some time listening to the embedded YouTube video on the right panel.

Well, my 1st post is on a video, not a photo. Cuz, although i've not been studying, but I still feel bad to run everywhere and take pictures at this time being. I'm gonna post more after I fail this exams alrite? I'll be a part time student and part time photographer next year. Hoping for the best.

Check this video out, it's indeed a very meaningful and a very good approach towards unity.

This is a direct link to the website of all the artistes in support of unity =)

http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/

I grew up in a multi-ethnics environment, I have no grudge against other races. I don't understand why people can hate each other because of the colour of the skin. This song states it well, so to say that we're brothers.

For those who blogs, please embed this video in your blog. Small things blessed by God can make TREMENDOUS change!! I believe that!

YOU CAN MAKE A CHANGE !