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    June 26

    The day the world celebrates and mourns the extraordinary life and death of MJ, king of pop.

    The 26th of June 2009. A day which will never be forgotten. The day a true legend, dubbed the king of pop, who has enchanted us for 5 decades with his wonderful, extraordinary music and talent albeit unusual, secluded lifestyle passed on. 
     
    I have grown up with MJ's songs playing on the radio almost everyday, images of him everywhere, from fan t-shirts to mugs to drink and food advertisements - he was the most popular entertainter of his generation, and arguably the greatest who has ever lived. He started off as a child prodigy with the Jackson 5, still one of the greatest bands of all time, and matured into the one and only king of pop. He was the best at what he did, a great entertainer with a huge stage presence and charisma. 
    He was the pioneer of music videos with his record breaking Thriller music video, one of the best music videos i have ever seen. He created the famous moonwalk, the spin, and the very controversial tuck of his genitals. 
    His numerous number 1 hits like Billie Jean, Black or White, Thriller, You Are Not Alone, Change the World, was, is and always will be part of the the music culture of all generations. If you asked anyone on the street, they would most probably know at least one Michael Jackson hit which have played a certain part in a certain period of their lives.
     
    Though living a controverial lifestyle, and having faced accusation of child molestation in 2003, the magnificent talent and entertainter that he is clearly outshines the negative aspects of his life. 
     
    Michael Jackson is a legend. And probably, alongside Elvis Presley, is the greatest individual music talent the world has ever seen. 
     
    No one could have done it better than you, MJ. Even though I was not a fan and did not know you personally, you have had an impact in my life and i'm sure an even greater impact in the life of billions of others who were your fans. 
    Thanks for the great memories. Your legend will live on forever. 
     
    R.I.P.      
     
    April 05

    a new leader, a new start.

    Finally, the moment that all Malaysians have been anticipating for months and months has materialised.
    Pak Lah has just passed the baton on to Najib. This makes Najib the 6th PM of Malaysia, taking over the country in the most vulnerable, volatile political, social and economic situation Gen-Y Malaysians have ever endured.

    Even though I could see this coming, I was actually relieved when it happened. To be honest, most Malaysians, including myself included have very low faith and confidence in our ex PM, Pak Lah. Yes he was a man of integrity, and his modest, humble and clean image made him known as "Mr Good Guy" or "Mr Clean" but there just seemed to be something that he lacked. That leadership spark, the ability to movitate, lift and influence his fellow cabinet members and the people was just not there. Maybe MM himself chose Pak Lah as his successor because he thought that Pak Lah would carry on and implement the mega projects and visions that he had for Malaysia during his tenure as the 4th PM. He thought that Pak Lah was a straight person, simple minded, nice and accomodating so much so that he would not try to have his own say in how the country is run but would just continue with what MM had left behind.

    But no, Pak Lah abandoned the so called mega projects, gave the press much more leash that it has ever had (it was never 100% free), 'sweeped clean' the corrupted and then led the Barisan Nasional to its worst ever general election in 2008 after such a promising start in 2004.
    The reason being; 4 years into his time as PM, people could see that Pak Lah just didn't have that leadership quality in him. He was always wavering in his decision making, never precise and always came up with reasons when things did not go according to plan. As far as I can remember, he never put the blame on himself. It was always because of something else, either too much corruption, or bad press (ironic, as he himself gave the press the freedom), or peoples' biasness towards MM.

    Although, it would also be fair to say that Pak Lah was just the wrong person to lead Malaysia at the wrong time. Oil prices went up, inflation soared, the world economy came crashing down, many jobs lost and markets were so bearish that people start blaming the government and ultimately, the PM.
    In tough times, it takes one hell of a tough person to get things in order, to get thing under control. And Pak Lah was just not cut out for this situation. He was not firm in what he said, and what he did, and who could blame him? While he was handpicked by MM himself to be the successor, he was not MM.
    MM was in the same situation in 1999, and he came out with guns blazing. He stuck by his decision to shun the help from the IMF and thus isolate Malaysia from the global economy, and it proved to be a success. And because of that, MM is a legend, up till today. He single-handedly turned Malaysia's economy around. He took the risk (which was calculated), and he won.
    The ability to take calculated risks is one thing that Pak Lah lacks. Pak Lah is a person who plays it safe, who takes easy way out. And most of the time, too easy means mediocrity.

    And now, Najib moves into the spotlight. It has been a good start so far, with MM and family rejoining UMNO and freedom for those detained under the ISA. Only a couple of days in his new office, Najib has indeed gained many friends. But it's still too early to say whether he will be as great a Prime Minister as his father, the late Tun Abdul Razak. Coming from a political blue-blood family line has its advantages, but ultimately he will be judge based on the present and the future instead of his history. 

    But, in my opinion, the timing is just right for Najib. World leaders at the G20 summit announced over a trillion dollars would be spent on reviving the world economy and surely, after months and months of economical mayhem, it can't possibly get worse.  With the economy improving, and the opposition in fits of internal problems,  he hasn't got much risk to take, and not many problems ahead. He just has to play his cards right.

    Because the only way from here is up, and it will only get better. The tide is in Najib's favour, and all he needs to do is sail with it.






    April 02

    LOL!

    omg this is drop dead funny. seriously.

    somehow they look like indonesians hahaha.

    advise: watch the original cadbury eyebrow dance commerce first before you watch this one. it's in the previous post. enjoyy =)


      

    wackiest ads ever.

    Speaking of randomness, the australian entertainment/television industry has some of the most random and enjoyable ads ever.
    Back home in Malaysia, the ads on tv are usually so straight forward that we would already know what is it about (even if we're viewing it for the first time) before it ends.
    In the land down-under however, we (referring to the group of international asian students) need like a minimum of 2.1078 seconds after the ad to figure what is it about. Ads on aussie tv are more complex, more random and much much more entertaining than those in asian countries. And usually random ads leave a significant inprint in our memory. Viewers don't remember ads that are as straight forward as ABC. They tend to remember the random ones, which usually forces them to think and process before being able to interpret what the ads are about.

    The reason of difference between the quality of asian ads and western ads might be down to the humour, which is significantly different between asians and caucasians, or it could be due to the difference in culture, or the vast gap in technology and resources required to produce an ad. Whatever it might be, based on the countless hours watching ads on australian tv, (without any sense of biasness whatsoever; hey i love malaysia!) it's without a shadow of a doubt that the creativity of the ad industry in the western world far outweighs the one of its asian counterparts.

    Two of the best ads that i've watched on tv so far have entertained and thrilled me so much so that i don't get sick watching them again and again and again. It's tantamount to a classic movie that never bores you and gets you every single time. loveit,loveit,loveit,loveit,loveit.

    iPod Touch Ad from USA. Great music and a great start to the ad.
       



    Cadbury Chocolate Ad from Great Britain. Just awesome and super random. 


       



    Latest Cadbury Ad. Totally wacky and as good as the gorilla ad.

       


    March 15

    spm results, a complete mockery of the malaysian education system

    Fact: over 1000 students with straight A1s for SPM 2008.

    Straight A1s, not straight As. Either the students are getting smarter, or the cut off point to get an A1 in a subject is being lowered drastically. You make your call.

    The days when getting straight A1s puts you among the cream of the crop are over. Now everyone seems to be getting straight A1s, not to mention the number of students getting straight As.
    How then can we differenciate between the best and the mediocre?

    I've seen many straight A1 students going into universities and failing big time. SPM should never be an indicator of how good a student is.

    Form 5 students are spoon-fed by teachers in schools, tuitions, extra classes, workshops etc. The students are trained to answer questions which are similar to those in the exam papers. Most of them just budge their way through, memorising answers and important points. Only a select few try to understand the concept, but then again never try to apply it.

    TBC




    March 08

    and it will still be a Monday tomorrow.

    20 years of life.
    I've been through success, i've been through failures
    I've experienced love, i've experienced sorrow
    I broke hearts, and i've been heartbroken
    I once lost God, and then found Him again
    I've made plenty of friends, and i've lost plenty of them

    The ups and downs of life makes it a bittersweet experience. It is never bland, never boring.

    As i close another chapter of my life, i welcome a new one with my arms wide open.
    Time doesn't stop ticking and no matter what happens, it will still be a Monday tomorrow.

    And though i will miss Sunday and the days, months and years before, i know that time will heal, emotions will fade and people will forget. Or so they say.

    will there be an indian summer in the middle of this winter?

    May God grant us all the serenity to accept the things we cannot change, courage to change the things we can, and wisdom to know the difference.



    February 27

    the irony

    the past will always come back to haunt. you never realise how much you love till you have lost
    November 06

    america has spoken

    and the 44th President of the United States of America is :
     
    Barack Hussein Obama
     
    at 47 years old, Senator Obama becomes the 5th youngest president in American history, and most significantly the first African American to lead the most powerful country in the world.  
    November 03

    perspectives.

    while australian students - regardless of age, race, and education level are sitting their exams, america decides 2008.
    such perspectives.
     
    while australian students put in enormous effort and time preparing for the papers, americans study which candidate to vote for, to rewrite their future.
    such perspectives.
     
    when we put things into perspective, contrasting the importance of things in our lives, we realize that there are other bigger, history-making things out there changing our already rapidly evolving society.
     
    we should learn not to live in our own shell, but face the world head on, as it is. put things into perspective. only then will we appreciate the significance of life; with its ever oh so contrasting details which makes living worth every minute.
     
    THE day has cometh. and america decides 2008.
     
    I Have a Dream
    I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.
     
    I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.
     
    I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
     
    This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
     
    Martin Luther King Jr. August 28, 1963.
     
     
    And as the dawn breaks on the most important Tuesday in American history, will the dream become reality?
     
    October 29

    the hardest part

    Coldplay dedicated this song during a recent concert to Jennifer Hudson, who lost her mother, sister and nephew in a series of cold-blooded shootings.
    What disgusted me was that the killings were influenced by a trivial, domestic affair issue.
     
    And the hardest apart
    Was letting go not taking part
    Was the hardest part
    And the strangest thing
    Was waiting for that bell to ring
    It was the strangest start

    I could feel it go down
    Bittersweet I could taste in my mouth
    Silver lining in the clouds
    oh And I
    I wish that I could work it out

    And the hardest part
    Was letting go not taking part
    You really broke my heart
    And I tried to sing
    But I couldn't think of anything
    And that was the hardest part

    I could feel it go down
    You left the sweetest taste in my mouth
    You're a silver lining the clouds
    Oh, and I
    Oh, and I
    I wonder what its all about

    Everything I know is wrong
    Everything I do it just comes undone
    And everything is torn apart
    Oh and thats the hardest part
    Thats the hardest part
    Yeah, thats the hardest part
    Thats the hardest part
     
    This serves as a reminder that if this tragedy can happen to an upcoming star who has the world at her feet, then it can happen to anyone.
     
    The hardest part is indeed letting go.
     
    May serenity be upon the souls of the Hudsons. Rest in peace.
    June 18

    Hand of Hope

    read this entry on ying's blog. give it a look =)
    note: take a peek at the pic below before reading the article. enjoy.
     
     
    This picture appeared in the November 19th edition of "The National Enquirer".
    It should be picture of the year. Or rather picture of the decade.

    This is a picture of a 21 week old unborn baby; Samuel Alexander Armas.Who was being operated by a surgeon named Joseph Burner.

    The baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from the mothers womb.

    Little Samuels mom, Julie Armas, an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta, knew of Dr. Burner's remarkable surgical procedure.

    He performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb.In the procedure - a c-section removes the uterus and Burner makes a small incision to operate on the baby.

    During the surgery on baby Samuel,
    the little guy reached his tiny but fully developed hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeons finger.This photograph captures that moment amazingly.

    The editors titled the picture "The Hand of Hope."

    The text explaining the picture began, "The tiny hand of 21-week old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother's uterus to grasp the finger of Dr. Joseph Burner as if thanking the doctor for the gift of life."


    Now i'm not going to ask you to forward this to 71.5 people, or threaten you with your life if you don't.

    All i'm asking is that you give it a little thought.

    This picture is a graphic reminder that growing in the womb of his or her mother is a baby.

    It is not a 'glob of tissue',
    or a 'product of conception'.

    That pre-born baby is a real human being, with all the emotions, will and personality of any of us.

    This picture says what a thousand words cannot begin to.
    Baby Samuel's mom "wept for days" after seeing this picture.
    She said " The photo reminds us my pregnancy isn't about disability or illness, it's about a little person".

    That's what it's always been about.

    April 03

    By playing sport we inevitably corrupt it. Like the rest of life - by Waleed Aly.

    Just found this article on The Age website pretty interesting. Have a look and have a think. Enjoy.
     

    ZIDANE: A 21st Century Portrait is a film for purists, either of cinematography or of soccer. Such people will be intoxicated. Anyone else risks being bored witless. This is an arthouse rendering of a Spanish league match between Real Madrid and Villareal. In real time. Seventeen high-definition cameras are fixed exclusively on the brilliant Frenchman, Zinedine Zidane, perhaps the most effortlessly graceful footballer of all time. The shots are stunning. The sound deserves an Oscar. The plot is absent.

    But the themes are not, at least to the extent one is prepared to find them. Zidane's focused stoicism, particularly as presented here, provides a window onto the sporting soul.

    And what a contaminated soul it presently appears. Pakistan cricket coach Bob Woolmer has just been murdered after his team's diabolical World Cup loss to Ireland. Precisely why is uncertain, but most suspect a connection with sports gambling, just as they did when Colombian soccer player Andres Escobar was shot repeatedly after having conceded a decisive own goal in the 1994 World Cup. Meanwhile, several AFL footballers have been shamed for gambling transgressions of their own, and it has emerged that a quarter of the West Coast Eagles list has used illicit drugs. Ben Cousins, one of the league's most glamorous and talented stars needs Hollywood-style rehabilitation. And now, even the axiomatically spotless Ian Thorpe stands suspected of using performance-enhancing drugs. These are dark days indeed. No longer is the sporting conversation dominated by form slumps and hamstrings but drug use and murder.

    To watch Zidane is to see a man singularly in his element. It is to be struck by his uncompromised focus. He barely speaks. He is not demonstrative towards his teammates. His movements are efficiently minimalist. His facial expression does not change, even when a flash of his own peerless genius creates an equalising goal.

    It becomes possible to understand entirely how so many sports stars — Gary Ablett, Shane Warne, now Ben Cousins — can exhibit complete control on the field, yet be such wrecks off it. The game exists in a parallel universe for such people. They retreat to a mental zone beyond which a troubled world recedes into irrelevance. Zidane reveals that it is only when the game is going badly that he hears the insults of the crowd. Otherwise, for both player and spectator, when Zidane plays, there is nothing outside the stadium.

    But there is, of course. And the film reminds us of this in a quietly brutal way. At half-time is interposed a montage of the news of that day: in Germany, hundreds of cane toads inexplicably swell to triple their size before exploding; in Serbia and Montenegro, thousands of homes are destroyed by the worst floods in a century. And a car bomb explodes in Najaf, Iraq, killing nine. The accompanying images convey the murderous devastation. On the left of screen is a man with his back to camera fleeing the scene. He is wearing a Real Madrid shirt bearing "Zidane" on the back.

    The juxtaposition of life and sport is powerful and arresting. It alerts us to our tendency to consider them existing in separate compartments. On the eve of the 2004 season, when two St Kilda players were investigated for rape, a friend told me the news confronted him because he needed to believe in football's innocence. Many probably view sport in similar terms: an escape to simplicity and purity, apart from a world often depraved, awash with tragedy.

    If ever that artificial segregation has been destroyed it has been in the past month, when sport and life have intersected, perhaps more unhappily than ever before. But, surely, sport has never been innocent, and it is quixotic to believe otherwise. However innocent it might be in theory, it must be played by humans. We possess an inexhaustible capacity to bring our vices to any activity we attempt. No endeavour is a haven. Politics, commerce, science, the arts, even religion — all have, at some point, hosted our more criminal impulses. Why should sport be any different?

    No. Sport can be pure only for as long as we do not play it. Inevitably, we must corrupt it, just as we ennoble it. The best we can say about sport is not that it is innocent, but that it is human. That it tells our stories. It is no more crooked or virtuous than those who play it. Or, for that matter, those who watch it, bet on it, profit from it.

    Few figures embody this as wholly as Zidane. The film ends when, without warning, he explodes angrily and charges an opponent, inviting a red card. A year later, again without warning, Zidane would infamously headbutt Italy's Marco Materazzi in the World Cup final. Thus he signed off on his career. He had seduced us with his brilliance, then exposed to us his flaws. That's sport. That's life. One is not necessarily darker than the other.

    Waleed Aly is a Melbourne writer.

     
    February 16

    a truly 'monash' experience

    Went for registration today... lolz.. btw did i tell u guys that i read the wrong date for the registration? HAHA.. and i'm supposed to be back like on yesterday but i came back 3 days earlier due to this stupid mistake (-_-)".. and that cost me a bloody badminton final! damn... will be more careful next time haha..
     
    anyways, registration was none other than ordinary... nothin much.. if u think registration for uni is a whole diff experience, think again.. the normal queueing up.. and filling in surveys.. taking a super blur photo for a super small student card and finally introduced to the usual on-campus student services club.. my campus was at parkville so the student club was called PISA... which stands for Parkville International Student Association.. lolz...
     
    i was so tired (coz i was not used to waking up early in the morning which is not actually early anyways.. round 9am) that i forgot to bring my passport and student authencate number.. however as i handed in my survey and my application form i breathed a sigh of relief as they didnt ask for any of them.. well i guess they knew that this kinda "student being forgetful and not alert" cases were bound to happen somehow.. haha..
    and to make a mock of myself i thought they were organizing this trip to PISA in ITALY... i wasn't paying attention to the PISA standing for this parkville student club thing.. and YES i ASKED them if the trip was for free.. that really shook me up and after that i was, in the words of hong jayvian, "SUPER DUPER" alert haha...
     
    so,registration wasn't all that fun. but yeah at least it was something to get me started with.. looking forward to orientation this comin week.
     
    and i LOVE MY GUITAR. yamaha rocks. college square, here comes your pop idol lolz.
     
     
    and btw, for valentine's, i recieved this very nice touching poem. here's to all of u lovely couples out there and to all of u longing for one. don't give up hope as there's no finish line. just do it. cheers.
     
    One look
    One smile
    One touch
    One embrace
    One kiss
    One love
    Two people
    Two minds
    Two souls
    Two destinies
    One road
    One journey
    One ending
    Together. =)
     
    tell me that was sweet lolz. cheers people.
     
    and i think my wall rocks! this is my fav part of my wall eva =) a special present from some special people. so sweet of u guys and gals =) cherish it for life. friends 4ever.

     
    February 13

    Being "home"

    U will realise that time really flies when you look back and ponder on your wonderful memories with your family and friends.. Like people always say, what has passed has passed and there's nothing we can do to alter history or memories, some of which will be tatooed to our minds forever.. But sometimes it's worthwhile looking back on those memories... memories which have made a real difference in our lives.. changing us to be who we are today..
     
    As i enter the 2nd month of the new year, i am slowly beginning to appreciate the life i had in 2006.. even though i didn't do as well as i expected in my college exams, i'm still thankful that i was offered a place in pharmacy at monash as it's rated the best in aus.. and i'm thankful to God for keeping my family safe and healthy through all these while..
     
    Now let me just quickly sum up the BEST 2 month holiday i ever had in my small hometown, kuala terengganu.. I did kayaking, badminton, bowling(for the first time in kt, there's a bowling centre) ,went driving round aimlessly with friends, going for random outings and drinks and to save the best for last, watched the Malaysian Badminton Grand Prix in kt.. YES... IN KT. With the likes of wong choon han, lee chong wei and hafiz hashim, who could resist going there? and btw, to make things better, it was FOC. lolz..
     
    Well, right now i want to thank my new found friends who made my life in kt for the last month one of the best times i have ever had in my life..
     
    to julia,caleb joshua, my dearest cousins, glad to have rekindled our close relationship during my short stay.. =)
     
    to my awesome  new found friends - debbie,yeeshi,carrie,bonnie,christina,vivien,cheeming, kailoon,timothy,alvin, anson, jun, pingkeat,cherrie, laikean,eevon, michelle, riri and the HUNG HENG group, i really do think u guys and girls are absolutely magnificent and great friends to have..=) thanks for everything... the only thing i regret is not knowing all of u closer earlier..
     
    to miss hong jayvian, my debate opponent turned trusted ally, i can say that there's no one as unique as u and i'm lucky to have u as a friend =) 
     
    to HG members, ss gang.. there's no better people to hang out with in this world.. thanks for a memorable experience which i will never 4get.. 
     
    As i leave my humble abode and return to uni life, it's really hard to accept the fact that time does fly... well, as cliche as it sounds, life does go on, no matter how tough or how sad or how happy or how numb we feel, we have to move on.. life is all about experience and the more we experience, the better prepared we'll be for the future.. 
     
    It isn't easy leaving the place you call home.. it isn't leaving those you call friends... and it's certainly isn't easy leaving the ones you love and care for you.. but i'll keep holding on and i know.. what goes around comes around.. it'll happen again and again and again... but no regrets.. for this is life..
     
    and yeah... happy valentine's.. make love, not war. cheers.