Nothing to do to save his life
call his wife in
Nothing say but what a day
how's your boy been
Nothing to do, it's up to you
I've got noting to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning, good morning
Going to work don't want to go
feeling low down
Heading for home you start to roam
then you're in town
Everybody knows there's nothing doing
Everything is closed, it's like a ruin
Everyone you see is half asleep
And you're on your own, you're in the street
superheroes
WE ARE OUR OWN SUPERHERO!
infamously known to save the world from stereotypes. damnation?troublemakers?
THEY NEED US,and they know it well.
our kryptonite is a secret only to us.
fly high,high in the sky,
fellow SUPERHEROES!
Sunday, April 4, 2010, Sunday, April 04, 2010
lo and behold!!!!
peace be upon you brothers and sister!~*
i suggest lets get together again soon,
i really miss those times,
2009 was a super fun roller coster ride,
lets ride it again
together :)
and i miss teacher fizaa and faizal lots2.
Sunday, January 17, 2010, Sunday, January 17, 2010
100110
A jump to remember.❤
Friday, December 4, 2009, Friday, December 04, 2009
ehem
wei abg2 kakak2.. rndu sey ngan sume..amcm holidays? enjoy la puas2 lpas kite da keje keras 4 months.. tp jgn lupe kwn2 lak..turon kay bbq ni.. ramai2 kroyok rapper kite..biar de rap dlm kesakitan..hahahaha
slamat ah..hav fun k tp jgn lupe safety tau syg2 i.. love u sume..mmuah~ tak tahan.
Monday, November 23, 2009, Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009, Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Speaking as a good person who has a heart of plantinum to donate, just because he likes to.
Dear glamorous Singaporeans, as you all know, Singapore is one of the richest countries in Asia, really. Even though, we are small and adorable, most of our citizens own a hand phone, or a television set. You won't see children roaming around the streets like in Indonesia or whatever. You won't see children high on drugs or glue or whatever makes people high now. Singapore as most foreigner people say it is a "lovely, clean country". Whatever that really means! Anyway...
When I was a small glamorous boy, during those icky confused times, I would always be given a thick envelope with a title, "Madrasah Al-Junied" in the front of the packet. My dearest grandmother, would always donate a small amount, a lot of times great amount, to my then pathetic, poor-stricken school. I would always put it glamorously in the donation box without even knowing what, or how much was inside the adorable packet. One time, she gave me a really thick packet and it was somewhat very thick so I opened it up and was shocked to find about $500, and so being a super confused child, I gave the old person at the counter and she gave me this sort of "thank you" receipt. After going back home, I unknowingly gave my grandmother the receipt, only then to be scolded. Why? Because, she did not want any thanks given to her. Until now the spoken Malay words still stuck in my pink brain, "Allah loves people who gives sincerely" . That was when I felt, mind you feeling is way more effective than thinking, how noble it was to donate and yet still be anonymous. Then, I was about Primary 1.
When I was in Primary 3 or 4, there was this show on Suria, where there was an haggard, old lady who would go around the same spot to sell tissues. People would ignore her, and sometimes donate. So one day, fiction imitates real life. I saw this old Malay grandmother who was selling tissues at the bus stop where I would be get off everyday. Please be reminded that the old times, where the bus stops were solid stone, these things would happen. I would use my pocket money to buy the tissues. I was a child who had sneezing and mucus problems. The only weird thing is that I will buy the tissues after school. So everyday, I would wash my school uniform and the pocket tissue would be destroyed in the process. I kept on doing that until, I couldn't remember when, I stopped. Later, somewhere along the way, when I was older; still in the primary age, I met this nenek at my grandfather's friend's kenduri. She was talking to me all interested and whatever, yet I was confused, who the hell was she? She told me how tall I've become and handsome and whatever, and she wants me to become an Ustaz. Then, I remebered her to be that nenek, which was totally amazing. Total Oprah moment! On the way home, in my grandfather's car, that old geezer asked me how come I knew that nenek. And I replied, that was the nenek that I would always meet at the bus stop long time ago. However, I did not say that I brought a lot of tissues from her, because that geezer would just scold at me. That old man, so inspiringly told me that her youngest son is going to overseas University to study. Beautiful story right? Totally should be published. I smiled secretly. Let me be Singlish, when a full-circle moment happens to you, you will remember it forever.
What am I doing now? This year, every freaking day, except for raining, there will be this totally talented man in front of the bubble tea shop at West Mall, who would play this totally retro Chinese guitar instrument that surprisingly makes the most wonderful musical notes. The man behind that thing was totally talented and you, I, can be fully hypnotised just by standing there. Total freak show. Strangely enough this is not to boast, one day, he played this totally great note and I stood there listening until the end. He finished and I clapped. The only one. Glamorous Freak show. Then I felt that his talent should be recorded or something. I took out my wallet and find I had only $20 and a few coins. Without hesitation I dropped the $10 in the box and he thanked me. I said, "You are really good!" and waved him good-bye. After a few seconds, I passed the Soy Bean Drink store, I regretted it. However, as bad as I felt loosing my $10 that day, I felt true happiness that "normal happy" just can't seem to compare. It is like the feeling that you see the light in a total new shade-kind of thing.
The thing that I really appreciate living in Singapore is that God totally exist and he appears things, rewards and punishment, immediately. Like when I unconsciously be mean at someone, a pimple would appear or more! When I lie to a teacher, or talk bad about someone I end up failing his test or whatever... The thing is God is so glamorous!
What I mean is, to those who can't seem to understand the sentences and words of The Legendary Mustafa. Be good to people and you will be rewarded with things you probably don't notice, but behind it is really a magical, special Christmas present that The Glamorous One above actually gave to you. The only thing is that, you don't realize it. Its like wearing this super cheap hair product that says, "Grows Longer, Healthier Hair In 3 Week", but you complain saying that the product does not work, yet only to realize that people had been complimenting your hair only after you forgot that you used it. Who knows, maybe my incredible beauty and talents are presents from The Glamorous One Above to my parents. Believe those two people, are really, really kind-hearted.
My inspiration for this not official article, yet so inspiring words from a Glamour-puss is that when I read the articles in internet, mind you people; I do read articles in the web, I saw that there had been a rise in Singaporeans needing food coupons, and some don't even have money to buy food. The thing that shocked me was, it was the SINGAPOREANS that have no money for food and whatever. I mean, Singaporeans... do you get what I'm trying to tell you? Singaporeans. Not the immigrants, whether legal or not. But true blue, Singaporeans. Honey, I get it. Having 4 kids and living on a single pay check is tough, especially in the economic meltdown. However, if you see the science, Singaporeans make much, much more money than most people in any country. A cleaner could earn $1000, how many countries could provide that? Japan? South-Korea? Venezuela?
If you cut back a lot, and I mean, no television, no hand phones, no need to eat at stupid KFC's or wherever, that is actually a lot of money. I mean even needy kids now have Hand phones, fuck, excuse me, I didn't get a phone until I was 16! Television, puh-lease... Kids will be much smarter without them. For me living a totally simple life is so damn perfect. Actually I find living like a monk on top of somewhere far in the alp of a mountain in Tibet or South Korea to be so damn appealing, but that is just me. I'm weird I get it. My point is, Our needy is not needy. It is just damn selfish and denial. The needy still wants to have that standard of owning a television set. Long time ago, my television broke and we only had one set that time, for freaking months I did not watch a single show, except at other people's homes. I totally enjoyed my time without that necessity. Not too long ago, my computer program damn straight broke into half and I couldn't play for months. Playing on a lap-top and playing on a desk top has its difference. I did not play, yet I had lots of time, reading books, learning languages, do my hair and nails, play with(eww) children. Life is so much better without gadgets from the 21st century anyway.
Despite, the long and winding story above, there is much to be learn from it. Maybe, people just aren't thankful enough, or maybe they are just doing something wrong with their life. Really. Oprah once said, "as human beings, you are entitled to live your life fully and happily without being in need to others". Oprah said it, so you should just paste it in the Bible and seal it altogether.
Its hard to relate this to the main point of donating right? Well, this is actually a scream to the stupid, give-someone-a-flower-or-crap they did. Its so damn adorable, yet strangely hypocritical for people who give those flowers. I mean, the old cleaner lady who works at that canteen for years, only now they gave appreciation for her. What about all those years, they ate at the same stall and yet the did not notice her cleaning up their hideous pork-meat mess. What about the next year, I bet the people won't even remember they did that "thing" to 'that" person.
My point is, donating should not reflect of your pity of sympathy or thankfulness to a person. Its good and its almost the same thing. But try to do it because it is what good, natural human beings do. As a very famous quote states, "A heart of gold never rusts". But honey, whether you're dead or not, "A heart of platinum is so much better!"
Besides, nowadays, donating or being good is like a publicity race.Who can donate the most. Totally unnecessary. It makes people believe that if they donate, they are Good People. My ass!
lots of love. Btw I love it when the Japanese came to our school.
Saturday, October 24, 2009, Saturday, October 24, 2009
Sahabat Sejati
Sahabat Sejati
Ku biar kalam berbicara Menghurai maksudnya di jiwa Agar mudah ku mengerti Segala yang terjadi Sudah suratan Ilahi
Ku biarkan pena menulis Meluahkan hasrat di hati Moga terubat segala Keresahan di jiwa Tak pernah ku ingini
Aku telah pun sedaya Tak melukai hatimu Mungkin sudah suratan hidupku Kasih yang lama terjalin Berderai bagaikan kaca Oh teman, maafkanlah diriku
Oh Tuhan Tunjukkan ku jalan Untuk menempuhi dugaan ini Teman, maafkan jika ku melukaimu Moga ikatan ukhwah yang dibina Ke akhirnya
Aku tidak kan berdaya Menahan hibanya rasa Kau pergi meninggalkan diriku Redhalah apa terjadi Usahlah kau kesali Mungkin ada rahmat yang tersembunyi
Monday, October 12, 2009, Monday, October 12, 2009
these are some pictures from the raye.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009, Tuesday, September 15, 2009
kisah cinte azhar '2'
pade suatu hari..di majlis maulid Nabi yg diadekn di suatu tmpat dan dihadiri oleh orang2 yg brkenaan dgn tmpt tersebot.. Watak 1: Jejaka tampan bernama AZHAR.. Watak 2: Kemuning ayu bernama fulanah.
dipendekkn crite..time org sume nga bace selawat badriyah - tktau selawat badriyah tu ape??, jgn takot, ia adelah yg berikut:-
"Shalatullah salamullah, ‘ala Thaha Rasulillah
Shalatullah salamullah, ‘ala Yasin Habibillah
Tawasalna bibismillah, wa bilhadi Rasulillah,
wa kulli mujahidin lillah, bi ahli badri, ya Allah"
(ni chorus selawat je)
kk, da tawu kan? kte teruskanlah ceghita ya..
ble org sume nga khusyuk bace slawat, AZHAR - woooo~ - didatangi oleh seorang wanita bername fulanah..dgn hajat ingin menge'sound' beliau..
lalu berbicaralah AZHAR..seakan dapat mengecapi naluri pompan itu..
"Daripada kita pacaran
Lebih baik kita shalawatan
Daripada kita berduaan
Nanti bakal di hasut setan"
pompan tu pon, dgn nada manje lagy mengade2 merengek kat AZHAR..baru saje de hendak
menarik tangan jejaka tampan tersebut, calon ahli syorge itu pn berkate..
"oops,,Awas jangan dekat-dekatan
Kita kan belum ada ikatan
Daripada dekat-dekatan
Mending* kita shalawatan"
-ulang selawat diatas...-
fulamak, begitu khusyuk azhar berselawat..bagoz betol..alhamdulillahi rabbil alamin.. AAAAAAAHHHH TAK TAHAN~
disambung crite..
pmpan ni pn mulelah buat muke kesian..start berdrama plak di majlis mulie ni..ape pnye orang.. de kate,, "aJa..(gelaran manje utk azhar) u da tk ske i ke? tk jambu ke i?? da la u, terserah la.."
hmm..agak2 pe eh 'AJA' chakap?? de pn berkate.. "BUkan aku tak suka padamu Bukan aku tak mau denganmu Tapi aku mau liat dulu Setebal apa imanmu"
abg2 btol jawapan beliau.. belum smpat kaum hawe tu jawab, azhar menyambung kate2 de..
"Sudahlah engkau lupakan Anggap saja kita ta’arufan Sudahlah jangan kau pikirkan Mending* kita shalawatan"
-ulang selawat di atas..-
sekian la secebis intipati dary kisah cinta makhlok tampan bergelar......Azhar. ambil lah iktibar.. ambil patinye buangkan hampasnye.. Sekian dari Sang Perumrum Hati, Si Penglipur Lara.. bukan manjalara tau *LAME* huekhuek..
AWAS: Ceghite ini ade kene mengene dgn yg idop dan tkde kene mengene dgn yg mati.. dipetik dary kisah Azhar Al-Stamfordy.. diadaptasi dari lagu Mari Shalawat..
Friday, September 4, 2009, Friday, September 04, 2009
KengKawan Sekalian~!!!! Harap maklum.. bsok pegi la AAM yg lab tu ehh.. jgn nk bubble nyer bsar... kcian oit dorg.. hmm nnt da bsar kte same2 jad scientist kape. hah! cam phm se. k, anything, Date: 5 th September 2009 Time: 8 am (jgn lmbt!!!) Place: Aljunied Islamic School Okok, see u!!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009, Tuesday, August 25, 2009
RE. Friend.
MY FRIEND.
Friends are the people who sticks with you,
be it in the thick or thin.
Friends are those who accepts you,
not for who you are,
but who you REALLY are,
who are you really?
a TRUE friend should how to decipher this.
a friend could abonden you ANYTIME,
a true friend INSYALLAH WONT.
a friend may be the cause for you the end up in the helllllfire,
a true friend INSYALLAH WONT.
are you a true friend?
or just A friend?
you decide who you wanna be,
for now,
love ♥,
Syakky
Saturday, August 22, 2009, Saturday, August 22, 2009
Harap Maklom
tuan2 dan PUAN2 harap maklom ye..bahwasanya blog ini hanya utk tatapan makhlok2 dari preu1.1 sahaja dan yg ade kene mengene dgn kte..yg tk ade talian langsung tu, harap jgn kunjungi kami lagy demi menjaga hati dan perasaan sesama insan.. jadi utk kamu2 yg bukan sebahagian dari kami, hentikanlah kunjungan kerane korang tk phm pon kte pnye joke.. kerane kite cume bualkan psl org2 di STAMFORD saje, yg mane korang sume tak kenal pon.. jadi jgnlah buang mase bace blog ni..okey? klw nk bace pon, mulot tutop ah, jgn buat dose dgn menggosip sesame sndiri atau sesame kenalan alsagoff?? oops..sala cakap..
ini kisah bo dan asiah..sile bace dan hayati perasaan bobo,,isk3 bo ckp.. "asya coba kau jujur padaku asya foto siapa di dompetmu asYa kok kamu diam membisu Sayang jawab atau aku pergi sayang.
Aku tak mau bicara Sebelum kau cerita semua Apa maumu, siapa dirinya Tak betah bila ada yang lain
Jangan hubungi ku lagi Ini bisa jadi yang terakhir Aku ngerti kamu, kau tak ngerti aku Sekarang atau tak selamanya"
de ckp lagy...
"asYa jangan kira ku tak tahu asYa tak mudah kau bodohiku asYa tolong dengarkanlah aku Tapi sayang masih pantaskah kau ku panggil sayang"
asya menjawab...
"Saat kamu mau bicara Dan ku akan cerita semua Apa mauku, siapa dirinya Karna memang tak ada yang lain
Terus hubungiku lagi Jangan bilang ini yang terakhir Aku ngerti kamu, kamu ngerti aku Aku sayang kamu selamanya"
bo dengan penuh marah..tak mempedulikan kate2 asya... de berbicara dgn penuh amarah..
"Aku tak mau bicara Sebelum kau cerita semua Apa maumu, siapa dirinya Tak betah bila ada yang lain Jangan hubungi ku lagi Ini bisa jadi yang terakhir Aku ngerti kamu, kau tak ngerti aku diam suda!!"
mus..kau kate lpas april da tkde lancau2, su' zonn, hasad dengki sume
skrg maken mnjadi2 adelah..e.g: fah lncau org rabak2, dpan2, tapi org tktau
sile explen, klw kau bace blog kte la..yg mane aku tk rase kau bkak..psl "kau post bnde mepek"..hahah
oops..sori mulancau2(ism maf'ul kpade lancawa yulanciwu..) sekalian
teman2ku
blaja la rajen2 k, jgn hampekn mak bapak
klw nk gi poly nxt yr,,ehem ehem,, dis yer blaja btol2
jadi klw results bagoz, mk bpk kasi greenlight
"Aku bagai biola yang tak berdawai
Bila tidak engkau lengkapi
Aku mohon agar engkau tinggal di sini Hamparan pasir putih menunggu Karang di lautan menangis Bila aku tidak bisa melumpuhkanmu
tapi klw stay kn lagy baek, kte dpt teruskan ke'j'an kite bersame
apape pon, blaja dulu, nk bercintan cintun nanty bole k
chiow pembace2..(ade org lagy ke yg bace selaen aku??)
PEOPLE!!!! TGK LINKS FOR THE LINKS FOR THE SCIENCES SITE. THAK YOU
PRINT AND FINISH IT PLEASE!
MARI SAME2 BERJUANG UTK O LEVEL✌
Thursday, July 16, 2009, Thursday, July 16, 2009
determination of the true PENDIKIR..
saksikanlah bakat semulejadi anak jati Mars yg mengalir di dalam badannya darah keturunan diraja, NANENG...
Friday, July 3, 2009, Friday, July 03, 2009
Inspiration For Everyone
Be Inspired!
Fikir Secara Intellek!
, Friday, July 03, 2009
The Science of Boys Over Flowers
On the fabulously exciting year of early 3rd semester of the year 2008, K-Bites officially stated in their blog that there will be a Korean Version of the widely, gargantuan drama, Hana YoriDango. It was exciting news to drama-people, of course. There was a widely idolised Meteor Garden, which was played by the then super hot F4, followed by the Hana YoriDango, played by the uber adorable bucktoothed Jun Matsumoto of Arashi and other unknown characters. Out of these two series, I greatly preferred the Japanese Version, why? simple really, because originally, the Hana YoriDangomanga is Nippon's, the characters are exactly like in the manga, including the looks and characteristics. The Taiwan version, personally was good, however it was not Full House good, understand? No, try imagining watching a movie and forgetting the beginning and only remembering the ending.
, Friday, July 03, 2009
The Science Of The Miss Universe Pageant by Papa
You can only dream of heaven, where women are stunningly tall, their beauty blinding everyone in a small 1.5 billion telecast, perfect posture, the perfect smile, the absolutely well presentation that only teenagers and adults could dream of, their very pressence is enough to make you fall back and die. Well not to all people, but thats just me, a proud pageant person. I've been watching and obsessing on the Miss Universe Pageant since I was in my early life, which was early 2004 when Amelia Vega won the title, I thought she was perfect. After that, I've began to be very skillful in judging these girls like I'm one of those ugly judges who have no regards or any education of the art and science of the Miss Universe Pageant. I mean, they once had Dave Navaro; Carmen Electra's recent ex-huband, as one of the judges, come on! He's an ugly rocker with tatoos and black nail polish. Do we really need our title holder's judges to be someone who is ill-knowledgable in the art of pure form beauty? Or at least fake form. They are many feminist or as I call them "ugly women" who believe that the Miss Universe is wrong, it promotes fakery: such as their perfectly proportioned face, nose, breasts, Other problems include the sad fact that the pageant promotes beauty as opposed to brains, because dare I say it Miss Universe Pageantees are dump. Harsh? Sue me. Miss Korea when asked if she could have any superpower, she replied having a wallet that does not run out of money. My mind went numb. Let me make this straight, if you want to find the perfect looking girls, perfect in every single milimetre, without any single bad angle, go to Miss universe. If you're looking for girls that are less Miss Universe looking and much smarter, please go to that whatsthatpageantname, the ill-televised, who cares Miss World. They have scholars, engineers... Back to the science, beauty is science, there are tons of research on finding the perfect face, like the Golden Proportinal Rule, which if you could fit your face on those hard angles you are probably really, really good looking. The science of cosmetic surgery, where people are trying hard and paying hard to look presentable. The science of cosmetic pharmerusical products, like the very expensive LA MER CREM'E, they even have tons of proverbs based on beauty in every single culture, like, "its useless to be an ill-smelling rose". The very faces of these girls are absolutely perfect to every culture. The classic Japanese face, tweaked to look like a much better version of the Japanese face, not westernizing the Japanese face, but just improving the very proud and soft version of the Japanese face. The Indian version, dare I say has a problem, every single year except for 2004, the very look of Indian is missing, it is all the mixed impure bred, the mixed rice, not the original Indian face. It is sad and quite dissapointing actually. These girls are made to represent their country and culture. Like Indians are not British-like, they are well Indians. Another example, is Vanezuala, the country known for its beautiful and friendly people and it reflects well in the premilinary rounds. Most ill-minded "ugly people", think that The Miss Universe Pageant is just another beauty pageant. Well Bitches, you are damn wrong! So wrong! It is mean of uniting people from all over the world. It is much better than the Olympics. Based on the crap that I wrote above about The Olympics vs The Miss Universe Pageant. If you compare both of them, their main objective is to unite the world right? Well sort of. Comparing The Olympics where countries waste more than $5 billion dollars of the already destroyed economy just to play sports? Well, the tourists are a plus. But still $5 billion dollars could feed lots of their poor people. And at the end the country with the most golds are victorious and no one will be talking about the winner in a long time. In a sort of way these two competition are very much alike, they promote body deformities, for example the impossible way of achieving those wierd and beutifully cut bodies seen on the atheletes, their very shoulder's cuts could take me a lifetime to work out. The pageantees bodies are so stunning and perfect that women and women athelets could only dream about, its Impossible to get these two bodies unless you're well an atheletes or at least a pageant person. Moreover, pageantees are skilled in perfecting the art of perfection. So for them to not have a perfect everything, is like the sky without the clouds, still beautiful but not complete.
, Friday, July 03, 2009
Singaporean Culture from Papa
Firstly darling, it is very hard for me- a true blue Singaporean- to write about my homeland's culture despite living my entire existence in the pathetic unglossy streets every single day! Singapore is definitely a multicultural nation, with more foreigners than the locals itself, and the number of expatriates is increasing. Everywhere is flooding with Caucasians, Indians, Chinese, Myanmarise (is that even a word), what-ever-nationals. Not once, have I step out of my flat (Singaporean slang for apartment) without seeing someone unSingaporean. Its freaking me out! I was walking with my peeps in the ultimate cultural convention, Orchard Road and I commented on how unSingaporean everyone looks and we were probably the only pure-bred Singaporean on that street. Yes people, how you're bred is important. I was thinking, if we were the only Singaporean in like lets say, a ratio of 3-8, than a majority of Singapore are not Singaporeans, but unpurebred-Singaporean people. Then why the hell are we still calling this unfabulously humid country Singapore? Shouldn’t we call it like MyaChiDian? It all started with the incredible government agreement that foreigners are good for Singapore, they get pay less, complain less, bring more "tourism" to Singapore blah... Well, I'm not ridiculing the foreign workers, I'm actually complimenting them (my style), without them who would want to sweep the flats? Clean the sewers? Make us order around? hmm. PAP Forever! But, there is always too much of a good thing in Singapore, like there are so many malls and everything looks the same that I pretty much seen everything, from high-street to street, its boring. I was complaining the other day at a bubble tea store with my peeps that this non-English speaking girl with untamed hair didn't take my order perfectly, I ordered Strawberry Milkshake, she gave me Strawberry Milk-Tea. Do you know how freaking offending is that to a Singporean when you don't take their orders perfectly! Worse, I once experienced another unEnglish speaking girl conjuring my Blue Coral bubbletea in terrible ratio, I was horrified! Note to people, never ever mess with me with Bubble Tea, it ain't pretty. Back to the pre-explained point, why are nonEnglish speaking people getting jobs that clearly requires English speaking capabilities. I'm not criticising the people, fairly I think its very cute that they are working hard to learn a foreign language. But come on! My BubbleTea order needs to be perfect. As I'm rereading my entry, I thought how selfish I was judging the people who clearly want to earn a living just because they can't speak English. I imagined, is this what my fellow, South Koreans, Japanese, French, Saudi counterparts must feel when I arrive in their countries and take the jobs from their own citizens, without me even knowing the language- actually I do know the respectable languages, just not that fluently- bitch must feel thrilled!I once chat with my French friend via MSN, and I sort of ask him isn't this awkward were talking to each other, he's European and I'm Asian. My continent used to be his continent's slaves, battlefield... He replied its all about Globalisation. He recorded himself saying Globalisation and sends it to me via MSN. It was funny and totally French, it sounded like, "Glob-ba-li-sion". And yes, I do somehow fitted my French between my everyday school use like, "accelerasion", "tres"... Ah, globalisation, many people love it because colour, difference is fading due to that word, but personally I hate it. People can marry whoever they like, eat whatever they like, meet whoever they like, European think its cool to wear kimonos, Japanese think its cool to be tanned and blonde... I have a love-hate relationship with this Globalisation thing, and that’s why I hate it. I can't choose. I credit Globalisation to meeting my fellow Korean, Japanese wave, French chic to my wardrobe and it literally changed my life. But however, I criticise Globalisation for making my Korean hanboks into mini-hanboks, French coffee into just another bistro in New York City, Japanese tea into another product. I loathe it. Culture and difference is diminishing. Singapore is having the same problem, we are losing our Singapore spirit. Our "wah lau", is being replaced with "Oh My God!", our "kanina!" is being turned into the less elegant "fuck you!". Our satay is fatteningly replaced with good old chicken breasts. My baju kurong is being replaced jubahs! Singapore Spirit is DISSAPEARING!Let me tell you a faboosh story (Perez Hilton lovers know the word), I wanted to buy a classic brown chapal with my fabulously white satin baju kurong in Geylang, but then this Pak Cik- Note that people are calling Uncle more than Cik or Pak Cik nowadays- said that it will look much better with white. And so I was tired and brought the white to make that whoeverperson happy. I mean, I wanted a classic brown chapal not a modern white dyed chapal. Even more, when we look at Najib Ali's or Cik Sal's outfits on Kepak Bing Bing the classic, elegant baju kurong is DESTROYED...It just looks like some fabulously couturific fabric pasted together, there was no Soul!Now, if you step outside your home for a moment, you will look at the mistake Singapore and its government are doing. Too Much Renovations! Everything is constantly improving to fit in the global standard. Like, you can't have a building with a traditional Singaporean roof; it has to be the HDB-fied roof. Now, if you notice that is what makes Haji Lane so appealing, everything so old school, so classic. Singaporeans feel one with the environment, no cement, HDB-fied feeling. That is also one of the reasons tourists love riding the Singaporean boats along The River and visiting the old Haji Lane. It is something totally Old School Pure Singaporean. As I'm typing while listening to Big Bang's song Wonderful, I thought this is just the tip of the iceberg. Singapore has got to be more than just Haji Lane and the Singapore River. Alright, let’s get back to basics, the description of a pure-bred true Singaporean man. - Born to the native four main subs: Malay, Indian, Chinese, Caucasian - Born IN Singapore- Speak in Singaporean Tongue- Very bossy- Always complain ...This are the very basic foundation of any true blue Singaporean, now we have, locals marrying from other countries, lets strike the first one off. Next, some people decided they were of upper-class, btw there are lots of misconceptions of class which I'm going to sort out in the next paragraph- and decided to give birth in London or Australia, strike the second one. Then, some people believed that SingLish is pathetic and is destroying the English language, bitch, the English themselves are not speaking English well what more can you say about the-non-English, strike No.3! They decided to get themselves into therapy about their attitudes and decided to change, strike No 4 and No5! Now, I believe I own ALL of those qualities. Prior to my mention about classism just engulfs me to anger beyond my normal anger state. Long time ago in France during the age of my queen, HRH Marie Antoinette, classism was based on wealth and ranking. Then, a few centuries later after the death of Napolean, classism was based on refinement. It was made official that class was based on elegance, grace and attitude in the 1940's. If you don't believe me, ask yourself, does Paris Hilton have class? She has the millions and the ranking as a Hilton, but does she have class? You know the answer and believe me I can give you million more other "classy" people like Paris at a drop of a hat. Audrey Hepburn was born not rich, but she's totally class. Now, the misconceptions that Singaporean have is that, your typical Singaporean are not classy. Really!This may be hard to swallow but, hey, sometimes I do feel I wish to be born Korean, Japanese or French, or all three in one blood. We had to believe that those American-slang was better or dressing like a french in all freaking black and heels are better. It is actually! Once when I was in my younger years and my fellow comrades and I were riding our MRT home, there was this nerdish group of dorks who were sitting in front of us, and 2 out of the 3 were American Chinese and they speaked in the casual American Slang, and the Singaporean boy was hanging onto their every word like as if it was a proposition from God. One fat ugly boy, who was busily bragging about the subways in America thought that American subways were much faster and talked on and on about "In America...". How I wish I could meet that nerd again. It is still so clear in my mind. I mean, he is an ugly nerd, and his friends are dorks, how the hell could dorks criticise My MRT? You are an ugly, sweaty, fat chinese-american nerd, for chirst-sake! haha. I'm lost. Alright I found myself again. People who speak good English are praised upon like made up bitches. People who studies overseas are idolised by their cousins, regardless of having no job with that degree. I literally hate when Singaporean decided, "hey, Why do I want to be a normal t-shirt and jeans wearing Singaporean, I can do better!" and then they decided to awesomeness of buying US VOGUE, reading Australian Harper's Bazaar... but she ends up being this Singaporean-trying-to-look-caucassian bitch! Singaporean have this look of constantly looking stressful, awkward in wierd clothes, too much of everthing look, and believe me even in KL where there are so much more malays I can spot in Singaporean a mile away. And its not only me, Sinagporean can spot Singaporeans however they dress ,in different countries, even with plastic surgery. Don't you people know the story of how a Singaporean Tai-Tai decided to migrate to Australia and did plastic surgery on herself to make herself look more Australian, only ending up to be complimenting "Singapore is a very good country" by the passport checkers in Berlin? Maybe you haven't but I have.I have this impossible dream that one day, a Miss Universe will be crown from one of my family members and glory to all Singaporean. I am an avid fan of Miss Universe pageants and everytime I awaited for the Miss Singapore to come out in our national outfit, she looked like CRAP. Literally CRAP. The costume was so hidious that I could barely hold my mouth of criticising her. I mean, we are made of 4 freaking cultures and yet this freaking representative of Singapore is wearing another dress crap that looked like trash and does not reflect on the Singaporean Country. Maybe trash and crap is our national costume! Props to the people in Tuas and our amazing landfills. If you could remember, Miss Coloumbia or Mexico was critised greatly for having empty bullets on their costumes.I thought that they were proud enough to show to the universe that they are proud of their country despite the bad points. Even Germany and Russia are proud to be wearing their costumes despite having Hitler and the Soviet Union. Singapore will sadl will never even make it to the Top 15 if we keep this up. There was one interview done in a crappy show on Channel 5 long time ago about Singapore, where the host interviewed these old caucassian tourists asking them how'd they like Singapore. They replied, "it feels like Sydney here". To me it is very offending, when you come to come to a foreign country and you feel that, that particular country feels like your country. I mean, bitch, I travelled 5 hours to come to a different country and I expect a different view, not same old Sydney!Why do we feel so unpatriotic. There was a comment posted on Chit Chat With Beautiful Ladies on KBS, when the panels commented that the Koreans are very patriotic. I have to greatly agree with this. They have a long, strong, solid evidence that they totally support their local products, does anyone remember the name Rain Bi or Big Bang? Does anyone remember the movie My Girl? People look at patriotism and they respect that, that is why those big production houses are copying these products. They are proud of their products and they are showing it off to the world that they have an identity despite the good and bad points. The only thing I feel that Singaporean are truely proud of their homebased product, is TigerBeer. Laugh all you want, but TigerBeer really is a huge product and it is sold globally. To sum it all up, Singaporeans are basicly these group of Modern Islanders, easily irritated, impatient, ill-virtuous, boastful, lowsy, siak, kiasu people...which in a sense of the world is only Unique to Singapore and its culture.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009, Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Papa! Where are you? Its so hard to contact you during the holidays! I am resort to typing in the blog, haha :p We had such a great, fun time kat AAM camp, the mentors were so much fun! Wish you were there, it will be funner!
-Kakoi niesama
, Tuesday, June 16, 2009
To all Pre u one students,
PROJECT APPRETIATION
masterminds: lina nasyirah khairiyyah
To appretiate what our mentors had done,we have agreed on a plan to show them our appretiation. We do accept your ideas and feedbacks. There will be a -baking team,baking cupcakes with the mentors' name. -the letter team,consists of writers(writing an appretiation letter) and decorators(decorating the letter) -the singing team,singing the random song or any appropriate fun song. and last but not least, -the models, giving out the cupcakes. Below, leaders of each catagories have been assigned. We really do need each and every one of you to make this work.(: Let's enjoy it !!
ONE:Cupcakes with the mentor's name on it. THE BAKING TEAM.(max 5) -Lina. -Nasyirah -Zubyda -Raihana -Kyria Flavour: Lina will be incharged on it. Date: Time: Place:
TWO: APPRETIATION LETTER TO EACH MENTOR. The Writers. -Walyuddin(head) -Syazwan -Ilyas NO maximum number.
The Decorators. -Syakirah -Maisarah -Nurul Sakina -Mamas NO maximum number.
THREE: THE RANDOM SONG. head: Muhammad and Hafiz. Singers: you decide. NO maximum number.
FOUR: THE MODELS giving out the cupcakes. Guys (max 10) head: Mustafa. models : anyone you wanna.
Girls(max 10) head: Amira Rahmat. models: anyone you wanna.
As you can see, there are no limits to a job given, excluding baking with the maximum number of 5. Therefore, those who want to volunteer in other jobs may do so. We only assigned to each job a leader. We want your ideas. We are really in need of your help and cooporation.
Thank you !
Yours faithfully, Nasyirah,Lina and Khairiyyah. Masterminds of Project Appretiation.
p.s: spread the word. wohoo! (: Avoid talking about this on facebook. thnks.
