Fun.

Nicholas says:

Fun?

What is....'fun'...?

I know not of what you speak....

'tis a word wholly unkown to me!

cheryl. says:

FUN.

IT IS BUT A WORD.

OF THREE LETTERS LONG

A MERE THREE LETTERS

THAT SAYS SO MUCH

YET IN..SO FEW LETTERS

FUN.

HOW DOES ONE SPEAK OF FUN

IF NOT IN A 'FUN' WAY

IT WOULD THEN BE PERCEIVED OTHERWISE

AND GOD FORBID.

THE EXPLANATION

WILL SOUND

BORING.

DUMDUMDUM

Nicholas says:

/save conversation

lolololol

Ahh, Cheryl. If anyone knows what 'fun' is, it's you.

Well hello there. I don't know who I'm addressing; neither do I care.

I imagine if my blog could speak it would say something like this:

It's been a long time...How have you been?
I've been busy being dead.
You know....
After you murdered me!

~GLaDOS

Murder seems to be the only appropriate word too. After all, this blog has been by all indications and for all intents and purposes, dead. Jason's blog dates the last update as 6 months ago. That's half a year.

This post has been hard in the writing because needless to say, a lot has happened since then. On the whole? I am displeased with most of what has transpired in the intervening months, although I am somewhat satisfied with the resolution. 2010 featured some of the sweetest (Slash concert!) and bitterest experiences I have had thus far. Some of them so sweet at first, now so bitter in retrospect (not the concert though, that's one untainted memory). I learned more about myself that year than at any other stage in my life- had a good look in the metaphorical mirror, if you like. And I liked not what I saw.

It felt like cresting a peak only to look down and see the plunging depths of the valley below and the mountains beyond that I must climb. It's painful now to look back not so long ago and see how I used to laugh about certain things in life that I was sure would never happen to me. Maybe someday it'll seem funny, and I'll be able to laugh about it and this post, but I can't now. Time was when I'd laugh about people going on and on about their woes on their blogs too, but that time is past, like so many other things.

Poor Weng Yee, who only wanted something interesting to read, but instead prompted a completely emo-fied introspective essay.

This is perhaps the most honest post that's been written on this blog so far, and I thought that it might be fitting too, as an indication (hopefully) of things to come ere 2011 is gone too. On a related and somewhat less depressing note: the resolution. 2010 ended better than I could have expected. The reason for that, as some of you may well know, is Youth Quake 2010. I have said it before: that I could say YQ 2010 was awesome, but instead decided that:

GOD IS AWESOME

Indeed, my God is an awesome God and deserving of far more praise than bold green font can express. For all the failures, inadequacies and weaknesses I've seen in me, it gives me hope to know that not even one as far gone as I am beyond his power to save, redeem and make anew. For 'tis said that His power is made perfect in our weakness. And what weakness too. It leaves me beyond a shadow of a doubt that it is not something within my capability to resolve on my own.

Drink from the river that flows before His throne...

So as much as I cherish some of the better memories of the past year (concert again) I never took anything from it beyond simple remembrance. But I did take a part of what went on in camp back home, and it's not a part I intend to lose.

All in all, I've had to make many decisions twixt this post and the last. Some of them I regret, some I am glad for; others I'm still not sure about. One thing I will never regret though, and will ever be glad of, is God in my life. I am many things, student, a lover of literature, etc... but proudest of all is to say I am a Christian. To my shame (you have no idea) not a very good one at times- worse even, I mean, than I have a right to be as a fallen human. I am, and suspect many times hence will be, ashamed of myself, but never of Christ.

To all whom I have failed, wronged and done evil by, forgive me. I say this of course, not just to everyone, but most of all to Him by whom I have failed the most, wronged the most and done evil by the most. I do want you to know something however. He knows of course, but for your benefit I'll type it out, and as I hope to gain your pardon and be a more worthy friend, brother, son, student, and disciple, be assured:

I'm working on it.....

Clause of concession

Alright. So after watching these two films:


My verdict is that not all anime sucks.

Only last week I'd have been shocked to hear myself say so, but there it is. Funny how that works. 'Spirited Away' won an academy award and is listed along with 'Princess Mononoke' as being among the best animated films ever. Critical reception notwithstanding, my personal opinion is that I'd place these two right up there with the Disney classics like 'The Lion King', 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame', etc...I found the music to be very moving, something which rarely happens in the kind of animated films we get these days, 'How to Train Your Dragon' being a notable exception. The protagonists are, in my opinion, every bit as charming with 'full as much heart' as their english counterparts, as I'm sure most people would see if but they could get over their bias against anything other than what they are normally accustomed to. To be sure, it is rather different in style as well as language, but that shouldn't blind one to the merits of any film, as I've come to realize. You roll your eyes, and maybe I'm stating the obvious here, but it's one thing to vaguely comprehend the concept of impartiality and another to come to your own understanding of it, or 'too see with eyes unclouded' as it were.

Notice how 'to see' is synonymous with 'to understand'. This is what we call a dead metaphor- one that has become so commonplace that it has been incorporated into everyday language to the extent of ceasing to be viewed as a metaphor. In any case, it perfectly illustrates what I'm trying to say here. So to anyone who discriminates baldly against anime, go and 'see' Hayao Miyazaki's films and hopefully, understand.

Don't need reason, don't need rhyme

Late I sat down last night,
by request a poem to compose.
Aught but a lamp for light
to spin a tale, and shun repose.

Long and hard was the fight
for words of wisdom- words to move
while away ticked the night,
and with each tick- a sharp reproof.

And with growing ire,
for all my efforts were in vain
I knelt down in prayer
To alleviate the strain.

Lord, said I in earnest-
bless thy servant with clarity
to write- which is dearest-
of precious sacred maternity.

Softly and tenderly,
that still small voice at last did speak.
Only look within, said he
and you will find what you seek.

I did as I was told
and plumbed the depths of memory
-and found worth more than gold
the toil of a mother's charity.

Patience to her ascribe,
fourth of the fruit of the spirit.
boundless her love is described-
love, I hardly merit

Love to purchase pardon
for my every indemnity-
and thus freely given,
her love derives it's sanctity.

Here is a hand, upon which
one might, without fear, surely rely.
A hand that stayed the switch,
-a father's waxing wrath defy.

As I sit here, lonely-
accompanied by solitude,
it occurs to me, how I'd
oft repaid love with ingratitude.

So I, with a full heart,
and mindful of our Lord's statutes,
remember with what art
He bid us act, as men of good repute.

And as in time to come,
When she grows old and her voice falters,
I'll repay her some,
of the love that on me she now showers.

Love will shoulder the debt,
I shall defy conformity.
Mine to give, hers to accept,
out of love, with cheerful gravity.

And even if I should fail,
fail,even at my filial duty,
She goes to one above,
who rewards her for all eternity.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFhSogGnu4I

Extraordinarily bad. I lack even the vocabulary to belabour it soundly enough. Where do you get this shit, Chen Yi?!?

Hey Joe

SPM results are out. No surprise then, that I am disposed to be rather more communicative today than I have been as of late, especially considering the way in which this event concerns myself. My results are as follows:

BM: B+ (surprisingly)
Bible Knowledge: B+ (to my eternal shame)
Moral: B (much wasted effort here)
Sejarah: C (again, a surprise as I'd expected an E at most)

Bio:A-
Chem:A-
Physics:A
English: A+ (I'd probably have self-harmed if I'd gotten any less)
Mod Math: A

aaaand.....

Addmaths: A-

I know. Those of you who've gotten an A or higher for addmaths will be wondering what all the fuss is about, but us lesser mortals are disposed to be quite content -happy even- with an A-. Especially in view of the fact that I failed addmaths in my trials.

So screw you Additional Mathematics. I WIN.

Also....a post I found on a friend's blog.

To all who read, apply this to your own situation

"To any student who thinks its the end of the world coz of a low TER, you missed the point of CAE. You have 2 choices:

1) Pity yourself

OR

2) WAKE UP

I didn't train any of you to become the typical man with their "Die la, die la" nonsense. RISE above your challenges. Look for ALTERNATIVES. Champions are MOULDED by HARD... KNOCKS. There are no problems in life, just solutions waiting to be applied."

~A Wise Lecturer