Mercy, please...

The competition was over at April 27, 2011. I am talking about the Career Sketch Competition organized by the National Council of Counseling Teachers in conjunction with Career Counseling Carnival. Our team was the 1st runner-up at zone level. I had been busy with the sketch in the last two months. You know, with frequent staying in school yet missing important classes, not being able to rush back to my sweet home straight after school for at least twice a week. We needed practice. Even though I was only the seemingly unimportant crew, I was not excused from getting rid of home. We performed our sketch on the topic of seismology, which can be defined as the scientific study of earthquakes and the propagation of elastic waves through the Earth or through other planet-like bodies.

So, it was Monday again. I was busy fixing the chemistry facts in my mind as all the Form 5 students were going to sit for the chemistry and biology paper very soon after the assembly. I dragged my feet in line with my classmates towards the hall but with my head buried in the reference book contained in torn wrapper. My name was called and I walked up to the stage to receive the certificate of appreciation for my participation in the competition from the one of the school trustees, Madam Chang. Vanity sated but the brutal war was still going on. Not with pernicious weapons but books, papers and pens. It's examination war. Mercy, please...

Moving On

The night is still young. I hear the rhythm of the rain, like a melody it falls. Mother Nature is tidying up and dusting the world again. The branches of the trees are swaying joyously despite the showering dove-grey clouds. The rainwater taps on my roof in a steady beat like a reminder, warning me that not much time is left to complete my unfinished tasks of the sedentary day. Triggered by a sudden feeling of intense determination, I pull my lazy body off the comfortable queen sized bed, contained in a checkered ruddy and white bed sheet. I stand still on the icy ceramic tiles for a second or two, picturing the next thing I should do. There I go, turning on the electro-pop music and moving on to the end of the day.

Damn! The HUGE BROWN cockroach is flying here and there as I am typing! Scary, eerie creature. T_T

It's the man again.

My liking for Michael Jackson has never achromatized, despite it has been approximately two years he is gone. His music, either poetic or depriving of purpose, can always relight my spiritless moment and hold me spellbound with its divinity.

Kemalasan

Kemalasan hanya akan mengusung manusia ke tebing kegagalan. Izharnya, ini merupakan satu kenyataan yang tidak dapat dinafikan oleh sesiapa pun. Namun, berapakan insan di dunia ini yang rela membebaskan diri daripada jangkitan kemalasan? Dalam mengharungi arus globalisasi ini, masih terdapat ramai individu yang membenarkan kemalasan, yakni virus perosak mudarat kepada peribadi untuk meruntuhkan kewibawaan diri dan menjatuhkan kemuliaan mereka. Adakan anda terbelenggu dalam kemalasan yang mampu menggugah kebejatan sosial seperti mereka? Kalau ya, adakah anda telah bersedia mengubati penyakit yang telah sekian lama memendamkan niat anda untuk menjauhi kelalaian dan kelembaman? Tepuk dada tanyalah selera.

-Nil-

YES! Believe it or not, today's paper was quite easy to me. But, easy is not synonymous to able to score well. Hopefully I will achieve an A+ for this subject, Malay Language. It is now all by God's grace, I had paid my last-minute effort. Getting A+ for Malay Language paper was once impossible. I used to get like... B? It seemed that reading Malay essays from the magazine, Fokus SPM really helped me much. I was quite excited and satisfied after I had finished the paper. But, butterflies came. I'm still worried. I created some proverbs of my own in answer to some questions.

Nerves and butterflies are fine - they're a physical sign that you're mentally ready and eager.  You have to get the butterflies to fly in formation, that's the trick. -Steve Bull-

Erm, what's this?

The sun was not blazing after school. With a black and grey backpack carried on my back and secured with two straps over my shoulder, I left the green school gate and began ambling to Selayang Mall, heading to the post office located in the highest floor. I was about to send my evidence of educational expenses to Sunrise Education Foundation, by courier service, so that they can disburse the next payment of scholarship worth RM1250 to me. *evil*

Sadly, I had to wait for 1 hour and 15 minutes until my turn came. What a whole long tedious period of waiting! This showed how "efficient" they were, don't you think? Initially, I decided to read Reader's Digest to kill time but I eventually fell asleep, ignoring the possibility of being watched which was supposed to feel weird but meh, didn't give any shyt. I hadn't been getting enough sleep lately. And so had I a 15-minute long nap, hugging my bag, seated on a red, comfy but backless sofa, in that small air-conditioned post office.

Then granted with another exercising chance, I got to walk home. And yeah, on my way home, the sun was not kind enough to shroud himself in the clouds. But he must have been kind to people drying their wet clothes. Way to go.

Time to revise for my Malay Language examination tomorrow. Ciao~

看了请洗脑，忘了好~

众人龙争虎斗，撕烂面孔地往上爬时说的话很恐怖。仿佛全世界都该顺从他，让他一脚踩在头上，让他控制一切。当时，他善良的一面只留给不是他对手的人，徘徊在他眼中的只有将要被紧握在手中的胜利和虚荣。

Happy Chinese New Year 2011

The sky had been pouring. I guess many were worried if we are going to have a cold and freezing Chinese New Year. Luckily, just this morning, the sun had begun to shine through the clouds, restoring the warmth we should have on a CNY’s eve. This must be a huge relief to many mothers; their musty clothes that had been hanging on the clothesline in the last few rainy days are finally drying.

Sunny Day!

So tonight is the night, where parted family members will gather in a round table, to enjoy the gourmet food (or just bread and water) and to fill the void created when, the family members were not around by a simple embrace or a small talk. We shall go steps by little steps, walking into a merry reunion.

Let's go!

Happy Chinese New Year!

Jade

Uh oh, I’ve unexploited another day. Anyway, I’ve got something in return. I saw how cute kids are! Awwwww… my mom and I went to visit my niece this evening. She’s just about… Erm, wait. She’s born in the year when the last Olympic Games were organized in Beijing, China in 2008. I believe you’re able to count her age. Jade, the brunette little girl has a little bloated stomach, a pair of relatively big eyes, chubby cheeks, shoulder-length hair and fair complexion. She is just so heart-melting and endearing, especially when she runs all over the house or even when she slurs her words. Well, I guess being small is being cute. But, I didn’t know she’d greet us with the “scent” of her product of defecation when we reached her house.

Little Cute Jade

Mommy   : Did you just pass motion?

Jade        : Yeah.

Mommy   : Why didn’t you go shit at the toilet?

Jade        : Napkin.

She still uses diapers. Ah, it’s time to potty-train Jade.

Michael Jackson

My school homework: A person who has a great influence in my life

It was his iconic dance moves that grabbed my attention. His music video for his song named Beat It was screening on the television. At that moment, I had no idea what the song could probably mean, I didn't even know what he was singing. But there was no doubt that the song was so catchy that I stopped my work and sat in front of the television instead, until my eyes were sated with amazement, watching one of his greatest work of all time. I bet you could tell who the man I was describing is. Yes, I mean Michael Jackson, an American musician and entertainer who spent over forty years in the public eye.

Beat It!

I heard no news of him, not even a single one, until he was dead of a cardiac arrest. Perhaps it was because I didn't really check on the gossips about the artistes. I wondered why his death could cause such deep agony to people around the globe. From the TV screen and newspaper, what could be seen was countless fans of his were crying and wailing in sadness, knowing him, the King of Pop was gone. After watching the music video that contributed to his success in his career, my curiosity lured me to checking him out.

I was taken aback, exploring the story of his life, though not personally. But he, indirectly, has certainly influenced me in so many ways that I could never imagine.

Even though he had known stardom from an early age, he was always humble and down-to-earth. He could have lived a luxurious life without having to worry about the world problems since he had enough money to finance whatever whim he fancied. But he didn't do that. Instead, he voiced out for the victims of police brutality, helped the unprivileged children, combated AIDS, supported numerous charitable organizations and left us with an important message, that is, to heal the world. And this made him nothing short of a noble person.

Michael Jackson, receiving Good Scout Humanitarian Award.

Through his humanitarian effort and his singing that ranged across global issues, he opened my mind. He taught me to keep the faith even though he himself had lost all trust due to his abused childhood. He taught me to cherish the earth and save it for our future generation. He taught me to turn swords into ploughshares. I learned so much from him. His contribution to the world cannot be measured, not only in his effort to make the world a better place, but to the musical industry as well.

He helped the less fortunate throughout his life.

Many people choose to remember him as the surgical-mask-wearing eccentric, the father who dangled his child over a balcony or the man said to have bought the bones of Elephant Man. But I’d rather remember him as a talented, brilliant and honorable man with a child’s heart. He deserved the respect the media didn’t give to him. I have never met him personally but I feel truly blessed to have known him and to have let him influence me to help in accomplishing his mission, or shall I say, our mission, heal the world.