Author Unknown
I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight.
I have responsibilities to fulfil today.
I am important.
My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or...I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or...I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.
Today I can grumble about my health or...I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up or...I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns or...I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friends or...I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.
Today I can whine because I have to go to work or...I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.
Today I can complain because I have to go to school or...I can eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or...I can feel honoured because the Lord has provided shelter for my mind, body, and soul.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.
What today will be like is up to me.
I get to choose what kind of day I will have!
Have a great day...unless you have other plans.
[Note: One of my favourite articles which I'd always loved to share. Forgive me for being unable to produce an original piece of work this time, and for probably taking a break from the monthly blogging for the next two months in preparation for the upcoming exams. All the best to everyone and take care always!]
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Who Chopped Down the Cherry Tree?
Legend has it that George Washington, in his youth, chopped down a cherry tree with his axe and later famously admitted the truth to his father.
Now rumour has it that there used to be a cherry tree within the compounds of CHS until someone, hitherto unidentified, chopped it down with an axe...
LKT: Classroom notice boards are to be decorated with decapitated cherry trees in conjunction with the event.
Prefects: Awas! Pokok ceri akan tumbang. Para pelajar diminta lari mengikut arahan pengawas!
LM: What? You want us to carry the cherry tree to the hall?
QM: We take care of the grass on the field. Cherry trees are not within our responsibility.
LAS: AAAAAH@#*$&%~^$@**%!!
(Pencegahan) Jenayah: Whodunnit?
6th Form: The canteen aunty did it. Kuih talam tastes like cherries nowadays.
Polis: If anyone of you did it, the whole team will do pumping 200 times.
Bomba: We tried to rescue a kitten from the treetop, and the branches broke from our weight.
English: We wanted to bring literature to reality, so we had to test our Sound Machine.
Badminton: The shuttlecock was stuck between the branches, so...
Scouts: We were running short of wood for our campfire.
Guides: OUR campfire.
PBC: We needed the cherry blossoms for the Chinese New Year celebration.
Japanese: No, those are plum blossoms. Cherry blossoms are for ikebana.
Interact: Really? Then we'll represent Japan on IU day.
Wushu: We only have knives, sticks, nunchaku, and lion heads. No axe.
Taekwondo: Who said it was an axe? Bare hands would do.
Science & Math: But the angle of blow and the force applied exceed a normal individual.
PBSM: Paint-the-cut-with-iodine.
LPS: Include that in the school archive.
PRS: Counsel friends and family of the cherry tree.
Calyx: Cheer them up.
Sejarah: Such a pity. It has been there since independence...
Prostar: Such a pity. It might have been the ultimate cure for AIDS...
SLAD: For all that we care, it might have been an undiscovered drug.
YE: Maybe we can make some profit from selling cherries.
Koperasi: Too late. We're selling them.
UKH: Now we have enough stock for five years' worth of kerja kayu.
Creative: And a life-size model for still-life painting.
PBM: Let's propose Konserto Terakhir to be changed to Pokok Ceri Terakhir.
PMO: Erhu sounds sorrowful enough for the closing ceremony of the tree.
Choir: O cherry tree o cherry tree, you stand in verdant beauty.
Band: *drumroll* *funeral march*
Kadet: *salute*
Islam: May _____ bless the soul of the departed Cherry Tree.
CF: Amen.
Buddhist: Amitabha.
Ed Board: Who's going to interview the cherry tree?
Aquatic: What cherry tree?
[Note: Arranged in no particular order of preference. No offense intended. Apologies to all unmentioned.
Inspired by Vijay Kumar, whose cherry trees are by far the best.]
Now rumour has it that there used to be a cherry tree within the compounds of CHS until someone, hitherto unidentified, chopped it down with an axe...
LKT: Classroom notice boards are to be decorated with decapitated cherry trees in conjunction with the event.
Prefects: Awas! Pokok ceri akan tumbang. Para pelajar diminta lari mengikut arahan pengawas!
LM: What? You want us to carry the cherry tree to the hall?
QM: We take care of the grass on the field. Cherry trees are not within our responsibility.
LAS: AAAAAH@#*$&%~^$@**%!!
(Pencegahan) Jenayah: Whodunnit?
6th Form: The canteen aunty did it. Kuih talam tastes like cherries nowadays.
Polis: If anyone of you did it, the whole team will do pumping 200 times.
Bomba: We tried to rescue a kitten from the treetop, and the branches broke from our weight.
English: We wanted to bring literature to reality, so we had to test our Sound Machine.
Badminton: The shuttlecock was stuck between the branches, so...
Scouts: We were running short of wood for our campfire.
Guides: OUR campfire.
PBC: We needed the cherry blossoms for the Chinese New Year celebration.
Japanese: No, those are plum blossoms. Cherry blossoms are for ikebana.
Interact: Really? Then we'll represent Japan on IU day.
Wushu: We only have knives, sticks, nunchaku, and lion heads. No axe.
Taekwondo: Who said it was an axe? Bare hands would do.
Science & Math: But the angle of blow and the force applied exceed a normal individual.
PBSM: Paint-the-cut-with-iodine.
LPS: Include that in the school archive.
PRS: Counsel friends and family of the cherry tree.
Calyx: Cheer them up.
Sejarah: Such a pity. It has been there since independence...
Prostar: Such a pity. It might have been the ultimate cure for AIDS...
SLAD: For all that we care, it might have been an undiscovered drug.
YE: Maybe we can make some profit from selling cherries.
Koperasi: Too late. We're selling them.
UKH: Now we have enough stock for five years' worth of kerja kayu.
Creative: And a life-size model for still-life painting.
PBM: Let's propose Konserto Terakhir to be changed to Pokok Ceri Terakhir.
PMO: Erhu sounds sorrowful enough for the closing ceremony of the tree.
Choir: O cherry tree o cherry tree, you stand in verdant beauty.
Band: *drumroll* *funeral march*
Kadet: *salute*
Islam: May _____ bless the soul of the departed Cherry Tree.
CF: Amen.
Buddhist: Amitabha.
Ed Board: Who's going to interview the cherry tree?
Aquatic: What cherry tree?
[Note: Arranged in no particular order of preference. No offense intended. Apologies to all unmentioned.
Inspired by Vijay Kumar, whose cherry trees are by far the best.]
Saturday, February 28, 2009
For Them
Don't gasp in horror.
Don't look so sad.
Don't sigh.
Don't feel bad for them.
Don't stare forlornly through the webcam,
Type mails with too many TT_TT's,
Or transmit suppressed sobs over the phone line.
Don't ask them whether they cry into their pillows
In the loneliness of the night.
Don't ask them whether they miss you.
Don't ask them whether they feel bad
For missing future gatherings
And all the potential fun you'll have without them.
Don't ask them how they cope with homesickness.
Don't ask them how much things cost,
University fees,
Living expenses,
Or telephone bills for the first month.
Don't ask them to come back.
Don't ask them when they're coming back.
Don't ask them whether they're coming back.
Don't ask them if they think there's no place like home.
Don't ask them if they realise that
The grass isn't greener on the other side after all.
Don't ask them whether they regret their decision.
Ask them how they are doing.
Ask them if they picked up a slang.
Ask them their initial difficulty in understanding the foreign accent.
Ask them about the gradual change in the colour of the leaves,
From green to yellow to a crimson red.
Ask them what course they are reading.
Ask them to spread the fish, the mangan,
The Malaysianised wait-ah,
And the tradition of singing birthday songs.
Ask them for a description of their current Math teacher, if any.
Ask them what time in the evening do streets become desolate,
When we have only known a world where the night is forever still young.
Ask them to upload on Facebook
Photos of their new home,
Photos of shop names without the need for a "Kedai Butik" at the top left corner,
Photos of their first attempt at what was meant to be scrambled eggs.
Ask them to buy frozen instant roti canai from the cold storage.
Ask them whether they're used to reading in the papers
About Parliament sessions without politicians cursing one another,
About judges and lawyers taking separate trips to New Zealand,
About traffic police who have yet to learn the meaning of "duit kopi".
Ask them their pleasant surprise
When for once,
A car slows down to a halt before them at a zebra crossing.
Laugh with them.
Cry with them.
Drop messages.
Prove to them that distance is not a barrier,
And neither is the passage of time.
Tell them that they make you proud.
Tell them that you're happy for them.
Tell them that
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Support them in spirit,
Remember them in good faith,
And wish them all the best from the bottom of your heart.
[Note: Inspired by A Teacher's Poem by Lisa Lauritzen.
Dedicated to those who have left us in pursuit of their aspirations.
May joy and success follow your footsteps wherever you may go.]
Don't look so sad.
Don't sigh.
Don't feel bad for them.
Don't stare forlornly through the webcam,
Type mails with too many TT_TT's,
Or transmit suppressed sobs over the phone line.
Don't ask them whether they cry into their pillows
In the loneliness of the night.
Don't ask them whether they miss you.
Don't ask them whether they feel bad
For missing future gatherings
And all the potential fun you'll have without them.
Don't ask them how they cope with homesickness.
Don't ask them how much things cost,
University fees,
Living expenses,
Or telephone bills for the first month.
Don't ask them to come back.
Don't ask them when they're coming back.
Don't ask them whether they're coming back.
Don't ask them if they think there's no place like home.
Don't ask them if they realise that
The grass isn't greener on the other side after all.
Don't ask them whether they regret their decision.
Ask them how they are doing.
Ask them if they picked up a slang.
Ask them their initial difficulty in understanding the foreign accent.
Ask them about the gradual change in the colour of the leaves,
From green to yellow to a crimson red.
Ask them what course they are reading.
Ask them to spread the fish, the mangan,
The Malaysianised wait-ah,
And the tradition of singing birthday songs.
Ask them for a description of their current Math teacher, if any.
Ask them what time in the evening do streets become desolate,
When we have only known a world where the night is forever still young.
Ask them to upload on Facebook
Photos of their new home,
Photos of shop names without the need for a "Kedai Butik" at the top left corner,
Photos of their first attempt at what was meant to be scrambled eggs.
Ask them to buy frozen instant roti canai from the cold storage.
Ask them whether they're used to reading in the papers
About Parliament sessions without politicians cursing one another,
About judges and lawyers taking separate trips to New Zealand,
About traffic police who have yet to learn the meaning of "duit kopi".
Ask them their pleasant surprise
When for once,
A car slows down to a halt before them at a zebra crossing.
Laugh with them.
Cry with them.
Drop messages.
Prove to them that distance is not a barrier,
And neither is the passage of time.
Tell them that they make you proud.
Tell them that you're happy for them.
Tell them that
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Support them in spirit,
Remember them in good faith,
And wish them all the best from the bottom of your heart.
[Note: Inspired by A Teacher's Poem by Lisa Lauritzen.
Dedicated to those who have left us in pursuit of their aspirations.
May joy and success follow your footsteps wherever you may go.]
Friday, January 30, 2009
Janez's Blog
Janez's blog has been removed by someone whom I call a hacker
She lost her blog as well as her gmail account
I really don't know how to help you girl..
I can only post this to let everyone know
If anyone is capable of reviving her account
Find her
NOW!!!
She lost her blog as well as her gmail account
I really don't know how to help you girl..
I can only post this to let everyone know
If anyone is capable of reviving her account
Find her
NOW!!!
Friday, January 23, 2009
Reunion
Yo all,
This is my first attempt at a video with a storyline, created as an introductory video for the Chinese New Year celebration in my college. (If you're wondering, CCC = Chinese Cultural Club.) I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed being director/producer/scriptwriter/narrator/sound effects technician. ^^
Have an auspicious year ahead.
Miss you guys every day.
This is my first attempt at a video with a storyline, created as an introductory video for the Chinese New Year celebration in my college. (If you're wondering, CCC = Chinese Cultural Club.) I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed being director/producer/scriptwriter/narrator/sound effects technician. ^^
Have an auspicious year ahead.
Miss you guys every day.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
terence's 19th burfday party..
Inviting all 5s5 ex-classmates to Terence's birthday party at his house.
Details are as follow:
Date : 16th january 2009,
FridayTime : 7pm till late
Address : 15, Jalan 1/7, 46000 Petaling Jaya
Pls come if you can make it! :)
pls contact terence n let him noe asap.. 017-2566991
Inviting all 5s5 ex-classmates to Terence's birthday party at his house.
Details are as follow:
Date : 16th january 2009,
FridayTime : 7pm till late
Address : 15, Jalan 1/7, 46000 Petaling Jaya
Pls come if you can make it! :)
pls contact terence n let him noe asap.. 017-2566991
Monday, January 5, 2009
Becareful, my friends.. this is what i can do for you all.
四川有一个大学女生去参加星期六晚上的庆祝。她觉得很快乐，喝了很多酒，这时有个年轻帅哥坐在了她的前面。在男孩的百般调情挑逗下，该女生终于答应与这个帅哥去了家附近酒店，并开了个豪华包间。
房间里，该女生喝了些酒，慢慢地她开始觉得不清醒，然后就睡著了。当该女生再醒来时，发现自己全身赤裸地在浴缸中，而且浴缸里满满的都是冰。浴池旁边有张纸条，上面赫然用红字写著'打一二零，否则你会死！'她自己的手机也在纸条旁边。
她拨打了。并说明自己目前的情况。医生建议她检查自己的背部，结果她发现有两条九寸长的割伤口在背部下方！！！医生要她马上躺回满是冰的浴缸，告诉她不要动，马上会有急救队来找她。
原来，她的肾脏被偷了！那两条口，就是取出她的肾脏时留下的！在黑市里，一肾脏值三00000元！法医判断，被害人所喝的酒中，可能不只是单纯的迷幻药，还有强力的麻醉剂，而冰也起到了镇痛效果，所以被害人暂时不会感觉到疼痛。该女生在医院里等待肾脏捐赠无果后死亡。
警察忠告大家：这是一种新的犯罪正在发生，并且以年轻女性和男生，旅游者，学生为目标。犯罪组织很有规模，并且有训练有素的人员。这种犯罪行为正发生在很多主要城市，最近尤其是在山东、广州、深圳、佛山、东莞、厦门、泉州、北京、上海、四川、重庆、全国各地酒吧！！发给你关心的任何一个人，不要吝啬区区的一个Ctrl+c
房间里，该女生喝了些酒，慢慢地她开始觉得不清醒，然后就睡著了。当该女生再醒来时，发现自己全身赤裸地在浴缸中，而且浴缸里满满的都是冰。浴池旁边有张纸条，上面赫然用红字写著'打一二零，否则你会死！'她自己的手机也在纸条旁边。
她拨打了。并说明自己目前的情况。医生建议她检查自己的背部，结果她发现有两条九寸长的割伤口在背部下方！！！医生要她马上躺回满是冰的浴缸，告诉她不要动，马上会有急救队来找她。
原来，她的肾脏被偷了！那两条口，就是取出她的肾脏时留下的！在黑市里，一肾脏值三00000元！法医判断，被害人所喝的酒中，可能不只是单纯的迷幻药，还有强力的麻醉剂，而冰也起到了镇痛效果，所以被害人暂时不会感觉到疼痛。该女生在医院里等待肾脏捐赠无果后死亡。
警察忠告大家：这是一种新的犯罪正在发生，并且以年轻女性和男生，旅游者，学生为目标。犯罪组织很有规模，并且有训练有素的人员。这种犯罪行为正发生在很多主要城市，最近尤其是在山东、广州、深圳、佛山、东莞、厦门、泉州、北京、上海、四川、重庆、全国各地酒吧！！发给你关心的任何一个人，不要吝啬区区的一个Ctrl+c
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Season's Greetings
On the first day of Christmas 5S5 gave to me,
Yet another class party.
(Fast forward. Time, space and attention span are all of essence.)
On the twelveth day of Christmas 5S5 gave to me,
Twelve months a-laughing,
Eleventh hour calling,
Ten minutes silencing,
Nine clouds a-rolling,
Eight times a-gathering,
Seventh heaven descending,
Sixth sense a-working,
FIVE NEW LAME JOKES!
Four-leaved clovers,
Three great years,
Two soul 'brothers'
And yet another class party.
[Note: You've given me much more than I can list down, much longer than I can expect, much deeper than I can put in words. Heartfelt gratitude to all, and have a Merry Christmas.]
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
[Gathering] Final Twist.
[TIME: 6pm to 10.30-11pm]
Due to some complications with Casa Tropicana
we are landing back to
Chor Yeng's House
20th (SAT)
Evening.
Potluck.
To those who really cant come,
enjoy this Christmas!
n stay in touch!!
[Paiseh for all the trouble caused XD
My 'co-ordinating' skills really cacat.]
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