Damn

.....random....

2008-08-29T21:36:00.000-07:00

it's been awhile since i wrote anything, other than the blog i mean.

i was stuck in a rut and uninspired...staring at the blank pages, trying to fill them but unable to...

then, inspiration struck me in the most unlike place....

another blog....

this particular blog belongs to a friend of mine called Joon Yang....he had a playlist on his blog and it played a song called "Piano in the Forest"...its a very nice song by someone called Fernando Pereira....

odd as it sounds...the song inspired me to write...a little something...i combined with elements of another song...a Malay song by Zainal Abidin called "Hijau"....the rest was up to me....

here's a rough draft....i've drafted God knows how many possible stories but i've only finished a handful....and those are fan fiction....=.=

maybe i'll finish one of my originals one day....until then....here's the first draft...i may work on it again later on.....maybe....

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Music in the Forest

The ground was damp, the air misty. Water from an earlier downpour dripped from leaf to leaf, journeying down its green veins before falling to merge with the earth. Somewhere in the mist, a bird chirped as it flew blindly.

A girl walked through the silent forest. Her hair was gold, her skin fair, her eyes a cerulean blue. With only a thin white dress clinging to her slim torso, she walked through the silent forest, aware of its eyes.

She was in another world, one that was far away from the dark, cruel world of Man. Man who sought to destroy everything in its greed. Man who oppress each other to prove its superiority. Man who would consume the world with its destructive path of materialism.

In this world, everything remained as it was. The trees are old, ancient and mighty. Their great roots penetrated to earth, but never harmed it. The branches stretched to the skies but never choking it. They merged together with the earth as one. As the Almighty intended.

The animals scurried, prowled, crawled and flew through this green, alien world. They preyed on each other, but never threatened to destroy each other. They fought each other, but never oppressed each other. They lived together, different yet the same. Forever locked in a balance of life and death that ensured their continued existence. As the Great Creator intended.

But Man, Man was different. Man threatened to destroy all, blind to everything but their own selfish needs. What are the countless eons and wisdom of the ancient trees to Man? What are the lives of the animals that lived in the ancient forests to Man? What are the skies that were once clear to Man? No, Man cannot look beyond their own selfish needs.

She walked through the silent forest, the mist ever swirling around her. Her bare feet trod on dead leaves and dirt, staining them. Farther and farther she walked, leaving behind the dark world of Man.

Her feet suddenly found themselves in a cool, shallow river. The river ran swift and clear, cleaning away the dirt on her feet. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sudden breeze that caressed her face.

Suddenly, she heard an unusual sound in the forest. It echoed throughout the green kingdom and the animals all pricked up their ears at the alien sound.

It was melodious and though it disturbed the silence of the forest, it did not ruin its tranquillity. It was what Man called Music.
Her feet began to take her in the direction of the music.

The birds began to sing with it, adding their own melody to the music. She began to run towards it, her golden hair flowing behind her.

The music called to her, and she ran to it.

Soon, she arrived at a small cabin by the river. It old walls were mossy and white smoke emerged from its chimney. The music came from within the cabin.

Curious, she made her away around the cabin and found that the door had been left open.

She looked inside and saw the source of the music.

A man was playing an ancient piano. His hair was gray, his clothes tattered and faded. His fingers danced along the keys of the piano, making that wonderful music.

Mesmerised, the girl entered the cabin and stood behind the man, the music flowing through her very soul. She closed her eyes and listened to it.

The birds sang with the music, the wind danced with it, the trees swayed with it.

The forest was in harmony with it.

Music made by a piano.

By a piano in the forest.

In harmony.

Once it ended, the forest returned to its silent watchfulness. The man’s hands dropped from the keyboard. He sighed and turned.

He saw the golden haired beauty standing in his home and wondered if the Heavens had sent him an angel. The young girl just stood there, her eyes shut.

The man stood and approached the girl. She opened blue eyes and they locked on to the man’s own gray eyes.

They looked at each other, Man and Woman, surrounded by Nature.

The man extended his hand, his bearded, craggy face anxious. The girl took his rough hands into her own. Her lips curled upwards into a shy smile as she gazed into the man’s eyes.

He smiled back at her.

Outside, the mist had begun to clear.

Thus the two lived hidden away from the dark world of Man. They lived together surrounded by the green kingdom, never taking more than their barest need.

Man and Nature together.

As God intended.

do tell me what you think....criticise all you like....i want to know where i can improve....

PS:....i have to stop putting (.....) between every sentence.....and i just did it again. =.=

AND1

2008-08-17T07:00:00.001-07:00

it was f*cking awesome......

until the friggin' ref cut us short....asshole....

these are just a few....i'll update later on....

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2008-08-14T06:47:00.000-07:00

today we discussed the main project for this sem. it's gonna be something along the lines of: "you're beautiful, no matter what"....something like that anyway.

oh ya....i was appointed (by force), to be the Event Manager....T.T

.......damn.....

all i wanted was to work quietly in Logistics again where no one would bother me....it practically didn't matter back then if i was at the meetings or not, because my main job was the grunt work...but now...i have to be at meetings and so on....T.T

Lili immediately told me that she wanted to be emcee...sorry Lili, i'm holding the auditions, so you have to make the cut if you want it....

by the way....

I Suck at Pool

......don't want to play it anymore.....

oh...tomorrow is KDU annual cross country run and the Merdeka Carnival.....i'm thinking about going, but i have to settle the MMH project tomorrow....probably won't have time....T.T

I'm missing KDU like hell........

on a minor note....Go RED HOUSE!!!!!

this Sunday is the AND1 3 on 3....Raffi and Kar Chun want to come over tomorrow for one last practice session....

this marks my return to competitive basketball....i can't wait....

how far will i be able to go with someone who's been training with the college team and another who hasn't played competitive bball for nearly half a year....

we'll see...

i don't plan on losing....how well will i be able to do???...well enough to win the whole damn thing i hope....

Ma and i are still not talking.......

i refuse to let myself get attached again....if this is the only thing that ever happens....

i'm sick of apologising....then to have her start screaming at me again for something....then i'll snap....and we won't be talking....

this time....i ain't crackin'

about the Olympics....i'm supporting Spain and China....i wanna see Howard and the US FALL!!!!!

that'll do....

college....

2008-08-05T06:04:00.000-07:00

it just occured to me that i never wrote anything about college, so here goes.

i'm going to Taylors now, doing foundation in communication.....surprise surprise...(the barbarian can communicate??)

anyway...the first sem was good, i met a bunch of cool people: Raffi, Azima, Zhi Ming, Roy, Fyqa, Michelle, Harith and a whole bunch of others....

anyways...a few pics of first sem...

zhao wern and zanne during our project's fundraiser

ching and azima......

Eevon and Kar Chun

Michelle and Harith

everyone hard at work for our project....

that's all i'm gonna post...cuz i'm too lazy to post the other pics...

anyway....there's this little nasty thing called plagiarism....so, all this pics were taken from Raffi's blog, can go see the rest there....http://rafffy.fotopages.com/

second sem just started and i feel its going to be more interesting....especially MMH, IT and Islamic studies....

so thats it about college....just some final words from me....

"I live in the present, but my thoughts are always to the future, and my heart in the past"

.......sounds wierd doesn't it???...

back to KDU....the myth of pressure fouls....

2008-08-04T05:42:00.000-07:00

lol, i was quietly reading a book in my room that day....i can't remember what day it was.

anyway, i was reading quietly when Ilham called me to go KDU ASAP.

I was like..."wtf??"

then he elaborated that there was an all-star match between the f4 and f5.

too much for me to resist.

so i went down on a familiar road, walked up a set of familiar steps and finally, onto a familiar court.

damn, i forgot how hot it could be there...=D

the match was.....disappointing at the very least.

maybe i was expecting too much, but hey, the f5 were off-form and the referee wasn't calling fouls on plays that should be fouls, but i definitely saw improvements in the f4.

i'll single out the two players....

CS- in terms of athletic ability alone, this guy has already surpassed me...being tall helps too plus he can leap like friggin' deer...but there weren't any real centers too much up against him in that particular match...anyway, he definitely improved since i last saw him, he doesn't wander around on defence anymore and he's better into positions for the rebounds...but like i said, there were no real centers to really test him....maybe i could try???...XD

Teo-......nothing to say, just keep getting better....

anyway, there was one call in the match that i didn't agree on....wui yang got the ball and went up for a shot and he got blocked by CS from behind...referees called a foul.....=.=

what i saw was damn good block...it should've just been out of bounds...

all these so-called PRESSURE FOULS gotta stop....

PRESSURE FOULS DON'T EXIST!!!!!

from what i understand, pressure fouls is the act of hitting the ball before the shooters release it....if thats the case....then....

wouldn't that be pressure foul??....=.=

wouldn't this be pressure foul??

think of it logically....if there is pressure fouls.....then it would be impossible to block a dunk....

stop discriminating shot-blockers...as long as its all ball....its a block....if it touches your hand....call the foul....

again....pressure fouls don't exist....

basketball.....=)

2008-07-19T07:09:00.000-07:00

.....where do i start???.....

this is the game that changed my life....gave me a sense of purpose....i love it....

a few years ago....i was an overweight, lazy and unmotivated person, bitter a everything and very anti-social...(well, i'm just awkward now....)

what got me started???...Slamdunk...

.....for the past two years i have been cursing myself for being stupid enough to give basketball up at one point....if only i hadn't....

.....i love this game so damn much....i love everything about it, the sound of the ball swishing through the net, the feel of it in my hands, a group of people working together to score a point...its beautiful....

...how did this sport change my life???....

...first of all....it helped me lose weight...
.....it made me work hard...because there are so many talented players out there...and i want to be able to beat them....
....it motivated me...i wanted to be the best....and i still do.....
....it opened me up and enabled to meet a lot of wonderful people....a few of whom i'll name here....

Seh Yung

Sheng Loong

Sam

Alastair (Chester....haha...that one still cracks me up...)

Russell Woo

Bernie

Nicole

Brian

........and a whole lot more....

mom is always telling me to take up a sport which is possible for me to be successful (meaning where i can make money....)....like golf...

....i'm already a stubborn person....but this is where no one can touch me....i turn off if i hear the words 'give up' and 'basketball' in the same sentence....

....the NBA....hell, even the Malaysian team are probably beyond my reach...but i'll never give this sport up...not until every bone in my body is broken....every muscle withered...age will have to beat me down to a senile old man before i quit....

...some of my closest friends call me gay for choosing to play this sport over meeting girls at times....i don't care....you'll never understand what this sport means to me....

its my passion....my life....my love....

my first true love....

.....and i truly love it.....

....that's the damn truth....

....random...i know....but i felt i just had to get this off my chest....

random thoughts....

2008-07-18T22:16:00.000-07:00

i went to Cheer 08...it was awesome...

had a little trouble with transport though....luckily Ilham gave me a lift to the LRT station....thanks dude...

anyways....i just thought about my own cheerleading days....

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....damn...

yes, i was a cheerleader...one of the first guy cheerleaders in KDU...though i doubt anyone remembers....but back then, my role was to just pick up the girls, lift them up, throw them up into the air and catch them....now, they have an all boys team.....haha....makes me feel really old....but the Stunners....both guys and girls....were awesome....you all are number one in my book....

so i hung out with my brothers a week back....hah, many of them are already corrupted by college life....a few pics anyways....

after a few months of not seeing each other...what do we do....play the PS2.....=.=

................damn......i'm not going to explain what happened here.....

so...the homies and i got together....we did our thing....which is nothing.....

the holidays suck.....

my parents always told me to treasure my time in school....'cuz i'm going to miss it when i leave....i didn't believe them.....

......i do now.....

....i'm missing Sri KDU......a lot.....

......i miss bugging mr. yow.......

....i miss playing basketball in the scorching sun with the basketball team......

.....i miss untucking my shirt so that any random teacher would tell me to tuck it in.....

......above all.....i miss my friends.....

....humans fear what they don't know.....i guess that's why we're so scared of death....cuz we don't know what is on the other side.....

....religion tells us what to expect....so that is what we expect.....but on that bridge between life and death.....we realise that its a gamble....a gamble of faith.....

as a muslim....i believe in heaven, hell and the final judgement.....but yet....i can't help but feel a twinge of fear every time i think of death.....

....i'm scared the if there is an afterlife.....i lose my sense of self.....

.....i'm scared to lose my identity.....

....i'm scared to lose my memories.....

......i'm scared to lose my existence.....

what if there's....nothing.....just an empty void.....that is what scares me the most.....

....nothingness...you just.....disappear.....like you never existed.....

.....right now though, what's making me a little sad may be the fact that i might be forgotten....how many of the people that i might throughout the course of my life would be able to recall me??.....

granted....i've forgotten a few myself.....but still....its sad....

especially all the wonderful people i met in KDU......i don't want to forget you guys....ever....

.......damn......

damn...

2008-06-19T17:39:00.000-07:00

I'm blogging...whoo...

anyways...i'm probably not going to bother much with this....

lately...i feel like i've been drifting around...sure...i go to college and all that stuff...but it was only out of the habits that have been ingrained into my systems....ever since i left KDU...I haven't felt truly alive.

the thing is...even when handling the event...i still felt pretty lethargic...

the only few times that i truly awoke was one i was immersed in competition...in Taylors...since i couldn't get in to the basketball team due to my eyesight (that has never bothered me damn it!!!)...and my own limited skills....the only competition i could get was in the dark pool halls...

i admit...at first it thought it would be a boring game...i was wrong...

though it's still a far cry from the intensity and passion found in basketball...in its own way...pool is an intense game...

contemplating every angle...the amount of strength you put into each shot...

Even though i've lost a lot of time...that fire that I thought i only felt when playing basketball...ignites every time i play...

its enough to keep me awake...

....but its still not basketball...

I'm starving...starving for the game...

in KDU...i used to play it almost everyday...and then now...to only be able to play it once a week....is unbearable...

tropicana is no longer enough to sustain my need....the majority of the players here are...not challenging...

in truth...i really miss Sri KDU...every time i pass the place...i feel a gnawing feeling in my heart...when i hear of the activities going on there...i feel a pang that i'm no longer part of it....

i want more than anything to step through those gates again...but...

maybe...i will...if only once more....

for me...its not the place that makes me miss it...rather...its the people i've met there...when the juniors are gone...i'll probably not even think about it anymore...

maybe...i'll see you guys again...

i certainly hope so...

anyway....i've met a bunch of interesting people in Taylors...but that is a story for another time....