Marble Of Life...

this awesomeness is by [rin] , Monday, November 30, 2009 9:55 PM

Poem by Markie.
Looks like someone's a closet poet, eh?
Designed by moi.
Web colours are making it look cacat-ed.

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it's all about the M.U.S.I.C...

this awesomeness is by [rin] , Sunday, November 29, 2009 8:45 PM

I haven't noticed until lately that music is actually a huge part of my life.
I mean, literally, there's music in every aspect of my daily routines.
  • I wake up in the morning to my alarm (Kangta & Vanness - Scandal).
  • Come downstairs to be greeted by some tinny cartoon music on TV (Possibly Danny Phantom or the likes - Blame it on me brothers!).
  • Listening to some Michael Jackson song or another throughout the day (Thanks to my brother who just got his new phone).
  • Sudden, compulsive urges to hum/sing.
  • SDO-X/Steps background music and in-game songs.
  • And (This is most annoying!) Caller Tunes whenever I ring some people up (Someone who can afford to pay RM3 every month so that people calling them will be able to enjoy 5 seconds of some cheap-o music before they pick up the call... =.=).
Lately, music has also become my way of 'escape' from the world.
Whenever I'm stressed or freaked out or need to get something off my mind, I'd find myself picking up my MP3.
Music is able to cure just about anything, for me.
Insomnia, depression, loneliness, anger...
You name it and I've probably used music to 'cure' (Read: Suppress) it before.

I really ❤ my music a lot.
From occasionally playing some instruments to religiously listening to songs everyday, it's all become part and parcel of my life.

Can't believe it took me such a long while to realise that.

Come on, people.
Hands up in the air those of you who ❤❤❤ your musics and let's dance the nights away!
You know you wanna.


shuwen makes innit top10... again!

this awesomeness is by [rin] , Saturday, November 28, 2009 11:34 PM



Ok lah, maybe it's no big deal, but it's a start, right?

Imma teeny bit jealous.

back from hiatus...

this awesomeness is by [rin] , Friday, November 27, 2009 7:05 PM

The mother of two juniors of mine passed away some time ago from cancer.
Her funeral was today.
I went with some people to represent BB - we had to carry the flower arrangements in the funeral procession.
Albeit being a hot and stifling day, we still had the walk round town with the mourning family members/relatives and the many well-wishers.
Ended up at the cemetery, where the final rituals were to be performed before the body was buried.

Today's funeral was an eye-opener for me.
Although the ceremony was conducted in the Christian style with old Chinese hymns, there were many very Chinese-y traditions practiced too.
For example, the giving of angpows (Red packets) containing some money to all the well-wishers who came and the funeral march round town were not exactly Christian practices.
But, hey, assimilation of cultures and all that 1Malaysia fluff, right?

But what really tugged at my heartstrings today were the sight of my two juniors.
They looked so forlorn and small amidst the hubbub of the ceremonies going on.
When I caught sight of their tear-stained faces, my heart just broke.
They're just Primary school kids.
I simply can't imagine how hard it is to lose one's mother at such young ages.

I lost an uncle when I was young.
I remember crying really hard at the hospital in the ICU ward as I watched him battle for his life.
But right now, if I say that I still have sad feelings whenever I think of him, I'd be lying.
It's not that I'm heartless - It's just that he wasn't a great part of my life then.
But to lose a mother...

Well, my prayers and best wishes are with these girls...

this awesomeness is by [rin] , Thursday, November 26, 2009 5:28 PM


river rangers...

this awesomeness is by [rin] , Saturday, November 14, 2009 9:16 PM

This picture reminded me of the I Am Cow song...

I am cow, hear me moo
I weigh twice as much as you
And I look good on a barbecue

Yogurt, curd, cream cheese, and butter's
Made from liquid from my udders
I am cow, I am cow, hear me moo!

I am cow, eating grass
Methane gas comes out my ass
And out my muzzle when I belch

Oh, the ozone layer is thinner
From the outcome of my dinner
I am cow, I am cow, I've got gas.

I am cow, here I stand
Far and wide upon this land
And I am living everywhere

From B.C. to Newfoundland
You can squeeze my teats by hand
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow.
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow!

The rubber glove filled with water looks like a friggin' udder okay?!

Was taken at Teluk Batik beach today, where a busload of us went for this 'River Rangers' program.
It's something like an environment conservation project which focuses on rivers.
We were like scientists in a chemistry lab, using so many types of tests and pills and chemicals to check the waters' pH levels and whatnot.

Like la anyone can't tell by just looking (Or smelling!) that the river water over there is polluted as h*ll and double as filthy.

Aaaaanyway, here're my pictures of the day:

Cow-udder-balancing taichi anyone?
Credits to my lil' cousin Lemuel.

november 2009...

this awesomeness is by [rin] , Friday, November 13, 2009 6:41 PM

it's been a stressful time.
so many things to do; so many things that require my attention.
i've been so freaked out - so much pressure.
just trying to finish what i've started;
just trying to make amends for what i've done;
just trying to get through this time.

i know i've been a downright ass.
i know i've shouted and scorned.
i know i've hurt all of you;
everyone on my left and right.

i'm sorry i don't have enough self control;
i'm sorry you all have to face me everyday.
although so many of you have been by my side
through thick, thin and in between,
i still lash out at the people closest to me.

i hate myself for it.
just the same as i hate myself for many things.
when i'm depressed, nothing in the world matters
but lil' selfish old me.

someone once quoted:
"if you can't love yourself, how can anyone love you?"
how, indeed?

"sorry" is just not enough.
not enough to make up for all the damage i've done.
not enough to explain the consequences i've caused.
not enough for the people who're closest to my heart;
people who are, perhaps, far closer than those of my own blood.

for these are the people who are always around:
they guide,
they support.
they laugh,
they cry.
they advise,
they scold.
they're a part of my life.

can someone just come around and give me what i deserve?
a cold, hard slap for instance?
make me see what it's like - what it's really like.

and yet, however much i say,
there are so many thoughts that i cannot put into words.
no sentence is sufficient to describe the regret i feel.
while the only thing i can say is sorry;
and please don't think too badly of me.

just wish i'm the type to keep a straight head under pressure.

Never underestimate the pain of a person because the truth is everyone is struggling. It's just some people hide it better than others.

Just because her eyes don't tear doesn't mean her heart doesn't cry. And just because she comes off strong, doesn't mean there's nothing wrong.

Behind this innocent smile of mine, lay words that go unsaid. Words of longing, love, anger, and hate, all repeating inside my head.

Do you ever just get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody. You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy but at the same time you don't know exactly what is wrong either?

Sorry I'm so emo!

a frog dissection...

this awesomeness is by [rin] , Friday, November 6, 2009 8:39 PM

Meet Froggy the frog.
He was our lead character in today's Biology Class at school.
Let's have a look at what the drama was all about, eh?
(WARNING - Disturbing images ahead)

*Cue horror music*

So Biology was right before recess period today.
I chose to dissect a frog instead of a hamster (Coz hamsters are way cuter - and I used to have 'em as pets!).
It was a... Fascinating experience.

Me, Houey and Wei worked on Froggy.
We started by dousing it with chloroform so that Froggy would be knocked out when we started opening 'em up.
Okay, we didn't really douse per say, it was more like spreading chloroform over Froggy's entire body so that its skin would absorb the stuff in.
(Later on I stuffed a cotton ball soaked with chloroform into Froggy's mouth - it just didn't want to keep still on the dissection tray!)
Then we pinned it onto the tray and I held Froggy's outer skin with a pair of forceps while Wei cut through it with dissection scissors.
Except instead of cutting it like how it's supposed to be cut:
We, being amateurs and first-time-dissectionists did this instead:
OMFG indeed.
But, hey, whatever gets the job done, right?

Anyway, we ended up cutting out all of Froggy's organs and laying 'em out on the tray beside it.
Froggy's heart was still pumping even after we cut it out.
Everything was really slimy and bloody, but it was still a lot of fun.
None of the three of us got squeamish, which is a lot to say considering all the disgusted squealing coming from the girls.
There weren't any blood spurts either, thus rendering our teacher's warnings not to cut directly into a major blood vessel without taking cover pointless.

All in all, the most exciting (And interesting!) Biology lesson I've had this whole year.

The actual pictures of our dissection today are with the teacher.
Hopefully she'll pass them to us soon.

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