Justice is lost.
It's wandering in the vast space of the city.
It's eyes are blinded by the dazzling neon lights.
It's judgment is misted by the beautifully crafted masks of the politicians.
It's voice is drowned by the bogus lies of damned liars.
It's hopes are crushed under the feet of those with hearts of stone.
It's prayers are destroyed in the hands of those with mouthful of bullshit.
Extend a hand.
Show justice the way back home.
For every heart of blood and flesh will know where the truth lies.
For every heart of faith and genuineness will know who are to be blamed.
For you know that you're anything but cowards.
For you know that you're anything but liars.
For you know that you're anything but idiots.
Extend a hand.
Show justice the way back home.
This is what we await.
For another death.
For another lie.
For another drama.
This is what our country is turning into.
A laughing stock for the world to jeer at.
A laughing stock for us to jeer at.
This is what we await.
Unless.
Extend a hand.
Show justice the way back home.
Give us an explanation.
Give us the truth.
Give us the story behind the lies.
Give us, give his family, give him the justice he deserves.
Shut up, fucking politicians, just shut the hell up.
We don't want any more lies.
We're frustrated of lies, we're sick of lies.
And soon, we'll be sick of you, too. All of you.
So extend a hand.
Show justice the way back home.
Saturday, 18 July 2009
Saturday, 2 May 2009
Annoucing myself a Seoulmate !
SPOILER ALERT!
Don't even try to continue reading if you're any of the below:
1. Hates Boy Over Flowers, the drama.
2. Watching Boy Over Flowers, and wants to know the ending yourself.
3. Dislikes Soh Yi Jeong and Chu Ga Eul's pairing.
But go ahead and drool if you're any of the below:
1. Loves Boy Over Flowers, the drama.
2. Worships Kim Bum!
3. Is a crazed Soeulmate!
Don't even try to continue reading if you're any of the below:
1. Hates Boy Over Flowers, the drama.
2. Watching Boy Over Flowers, and wants to know the ending yourself.
3. Dislikes Soh Yi Jeong and Chu Ga Eul's pairing.
But go ahead and drool if you're any of the below:
1. Loves Boy Over Flowers, the drama.
2. Worships Kim Bum!
3. Is a crazed Soeulmate!
Him. Kim Bum. Starring as Soh Yi Jeong in the drama Boys Over Flowers, Korean Version. The newest prince charming of my life. The newest fancy flavour brightening my bland days. The newest sunshine enlighting my smile. I announce myself a Seoulmate, a fan of Soh Yi Joung and Chu Ga Eul's pairing. Pictures included to introduce the couple to everyone! Feel free to take 'em if you like, just tell me if you're doing so. Who knows... I might include more images in my next post. Stay tuned! Storyline of the lovebirds included. :333
The first meeting.
Yi Jeong sweeps into the porridge restaurant where Jan Di and Ga Eul work at.
And pulls Ga Eul off, with that brilliant smile of his.
Bless him, he really does know how to charm a lady, our Yi Jeong.
Yi Jeong sweeps into the porridge restaurant where Jan Di and Ga Eul work at.
And pulls Ga Eul off, with that brilliant smile of his.
Bless him, he really does know how to charm a lady, our Yi Jeong.
In a fashion boutique.Yi Jeong insists that Ga Eul puts on a rose-pink dress he chose for her.
The effect produced is an extremely sexy Chu Ga Eul.
And a very impressed Soh Yi Jeong displaying his trademark cute smile.
Yi Jeong playing the saxophone in a club.His intention?
To avenge Ga Eul's boyfriend - by claiming that Ga Eul stole his heart.
While in actual, he stole every single female's heart in the club.
xDD Don't you just want to smooch him?
Outside the club, after avenging Ga Eul's boyfriend.
Seeing Ga Eul shivering, Yi Jeong takes off his silk scarf and...
puts it around Ga Eul's neck.
Later on, he offers her his arm, like a gentleman.
"Even if we are just acting, we could make a happy ending to this night," he says.
All right, so it's a fake date, but sweet enough.
Bless them ! :33
In the snow-skiing park.
Ga Eul almost gets hit by a crazy skiier.
Yi Jeong jumps into action just in time to rescue her.
Like the prince rescues his Cinderella.
*melts*
And he looks incredibly shocked and fearful when Ga Eul didn't open her eyes.
If only they're already in love. <333
In Jeju Island of Korea, at the cliff by the sea.
The one and only dazzling smile... which appears only when Chu Ga Eul is around.
But when their conversation topic gets grim, dark looks start appearing.
Never mind. Kim Bum still looks hot when he doesn't smile.
<333 *swoons*
In Yi Jeong's pottery workshop.
Having his hand half-broken, Yi Jeong is devastated.
Dark memories from the past haunts him, and he is so depressed that he wants to give up pottery.
A determined, but broken Ga Eul lectures him, and leaves in misery and grief.
Ga Eul: "You said you fear to harm her, but you were afraid that you yourself will be hurt.
You pretend that you are a playboy, but you're not.
You're nothing but a coward."
Yi Jeong: "Chu Ga Eul!"
Ga Eul: "But the Soh Yi Jeong-senbei I know, is someone who's afraid to lose his love."
Before Yi Jeong leaves for Sweden.
He tells Ga Eul this.
"I have bad news, and good news.
I'm leaving, probably won't be back till four or five years later.
The good news... Ga Eul, you will be the first one I'll see when I return.
That is, if you haven't found your soulmate yet."
Behind the scenes!
Kim Bum flashing his saintly smile in the presence of his friends.
Kim Jun, in walnut brown hair, behind him.
Kim Hyun Jung, the bronze haired hottie, beside him.
Now now, where is Lee Min Ho? x)
Kim Bum flashing his saintly smile in the presence of his friends.
Kim Jun, in walnut brown hair, behind him.
Kim Hyun Jung, the bronze haired hottie, beside him.
Now now, where is Lee Min Ho? x)
Sunday, 19 April 2009
A Vivid Imagination
Perhaps.
Perhaps I don't know you.
Perhaps I never know you from the start.
Perhaps I just thought I knew, but it is just my vivid imagination.
And I listened to Never Dream Alone. I know.
That I had dreamed alone.
That I am dreaming alone.
That I will dream alone.
Perhaps I don't know you.
Perhaps I never know you from the start.
Perhaps I just thought I knew, but it is just my vivid imagination.
And I listened to Never Dream Alone. I know.
That I had dreamed alone.
That I am dreaming alone.
That I will dream alone.
Saturday, 18 April 2009
Bland
I think of everything.
The guy I like.
The friends I have.
The me, I always know, and yet always don't know.
I like him for longer than anyone could have imagined. I probably liked him from the very start. But I fear, I fear we are too young. Maybe we are too young to speak of love. Or perhaps I am as naive as that to fail in differentiating crush and love. I have never doubted my feelings. I have never waver from my affections for him. But people come and go. I find myself wondering. I find myself disconcerting. I find myself shattering. And I find myself realizing, that I was a fool, that I am a fool from the very start, but is too blind to notice.
Who are my friends? Who are my enemies? Who are my chums? Who are my foes? I do not know. I no longer know. I am lost amidst gossip and a bogus clique. I want nothing else. I want friendship. Friendship of loyalty. If that is too much to ask for, I admit my greed. I admit it, out clean. But I still desire it. I strove for it, I prayed for it. But every effort is belittled, every hope is trampled. I am deluded by betrayers, such an idiot like me exists. Till in the end, I found I face a hopeless social ring. Worse comes to the worst, I am desolated. Lost amidst the crowds. Lone.
I don't know what am I becoming. I don't know what I am turning into. I don't know what I am after. I don't know what I desire. I don't know what am I doing. I don't know a crap, who am I.
What am I becoming? What am I turning into? What am I after? What do I desire? What am I doing?
Who am I?
Who is there to lead me?
Who is there to hold my hand?
Who is there to bring me back on my way?
Who is there by my side?
Who, really, is there?
The guy I like.
The friends I have.
The me, I always know, and yet always don't know.
I like him for longer than anyone could have imagined. I probably liked him from the very start. But I fear, I fear we are too young. Maybe we are too young to speak of love. Or perhaps I am as naive as that to fail in differentiating crush and love. I have never doubted my feelings. I have never waver from my affections for him. But people come and go. I find myself wondering. I find myself disconcerting. I find myself shattering. And I find myself realizing, that I was a fool, that I am a fool from the very start, but is too blind to notice.
Who are my friends? Who are my enemies? Who are my chums? Who are my foes? I do not know. I no longer know. I am lost amidst gossip and a bogus clique. I want nothing else. I want friendship. Friendship of loyalty. If that is too much to ask for, I admit my greed. I admit it, out clean. But I still desire it. I strove for it, I prayed for it. But every effort is belittled, every hope is trampled. I am deluded by betrayers, such an idiot like me exists. Till in the end, I found I face a hopeless social ring. Worse comes to the worst, I am desolated. Lost amidst the crowds. Lone.
I don't know what am I becoming. I don't know what I am turning into. I don't know what I am after. I don't know what I desire. I don't know what am I doing. I don't know a crap, who am I.
What am I becoming? What am I turning into? What am I after? What do I desire? What am I doing?
Who am I?
Who is there to lead me?
Who is there to hold my hand?
Who is there to bring me back on my way?
Who is there by my side?
Who, really, is there?
Friday, 17 April 2009
How Doomed is Doomed?
Being doomed is horrible. You think you're doomed? Well, have a second thought, dearies. Because I have this little question for you: How doomed is doomed?
Of course. Cheers for the end of horrible examinations. But there is really nothing to be happy about when you fucking left fucking three pages of fucking Maths paper II fucking blank. Oh, that is just brilliant, isn't it? Of complete brilliance only Memphis' marvelous brain can think of? Indeed. And this total brilliance is leading me to the brink, the dangerous cliff, of failing my Maths exam. Just wonderful. I'm dancing on pointe on the cliff with a canyon beneath.
Believe me, I am getting so pathetic that my current favourite book is a fucking dictionary. Oxford dictionary, in fact. How wonderful is that?
I have plans for a trip to KL. Or at least, you can say, indeed it is so, I had plans for a trip to KL. I mean, gosh! Men in Tutus don't just come from New York to perform in KLPAC everyday! It is a golden opportunity! My friends and I are waiting for such luck for millions of years. Damn the parents, damn the location of KLPAC itself for causing the chance to just slip through our fingers. Now we have to continue getting stuck in a fucking place called Kota Bharu for the sake of a lovable PMR exam.
And god damn it. Who starts studying the day after the exams are done? Thanks to a persistent nincompoop of a mother, I am fucking forced to study on a fucking Friday in fucking preparations for a fucking PMR. Again. God almighty have mercy upon my whimful soul.
Enough of the rambling. Apologizes for the long-abandoned, not updated blog - which I am steered to abandon due to exams. I'm back. Memphis is back. A very livid Memphis is back. C'mon folks, cheer me up.
Tell me now, how doomed, is doomed?
Of course. Cheers for the end of horrible examinations. But there is really nothing to be happy about when you fucking left fucking three pages of fucking Maths paper II fucking blank. Oh, that is just brilliant, isn't it? Of complete brilliance only Memphis' marvelous brain can think of? Indeed. And this total brilliance is leading me to the brink, the dangerous cliff, of failing my Maths exam. Just wonderful. I'm dancing on pointe on the cliff with a canyon beneath.
Believe me, I am getting so pathetic that my current favourite book is a fucking dictionary. Oxford dictionary, in fact. How wonderful is that?
I have plans for a trip to KL. Or at least, you can say, indeed it is so, I had plans for a trip to KL. I mean, gosh! Men in Tutus don't just come from New York to perform in KLPAC everyday! It is a golden opportunity! My friends and I are waiting for such luck for millions of years. Damn the parents, damn the location of KLPAC itself for causing the chance to just slip through our fingers. Now we have to continue getting stuck in a fucking place called Kota Bharu for the sake of a lovable PMR exam.
And god damn it. Who starts studying the day after the exams are done? Thanks to a persistent nincompoop of a mother, I am fucking forced to study on a fucking Friday in fucking preparations for a fucking PMR. Again. God almighty have mercy upon my whimful soul.
Enough of the rambling. Apologizes for the long-abandoned, not updated blog - which I am steered to abandon due to exams. I'm back. Memphis is back. A very livid Memphis is back. C'mon folks, cheer me up.
Tell me now, how doomed, is doomed?
Saturday, 4 April 2009
Cheers and Champagnes
What's a celebration party without champagne? But never mind. It was fun anyways. As I knew it will be!
The party was a blast! It was brilliant. <333
It was held at the KFC opposite Grand Riverview hotel, and all of us were repeatedly reminded to be punctual to arrive there at approximately seven o' clock in the evening. By any chance, the party started a couple of minutes past seven, and we spent a whale a time laughing, cheering, and playing the fool. Both Choral Speaking group and the Mandarin Poem group donated a cake each, Tiramisu ( my fave! <333 ) and White Lady.
What was crazy was, we actually went to the Pelangi Condominium, Zhang Yu Pin teacher's house after that!
Yes, I know what you're going say! We are a pack of mad kids!
We formed a line outside the entrance as we waited for her arrival, and bowed a 90-degree, significant Japanese bow at her when she returned. You would wish you saw her reaction. It was so comical that we all laughed out asses off. At least an hour we stayed in her condominium, a whole group of us forming a circle and playing R.O.C.K among us. Again, I will eventually post the photos, possibly a video or two, onto this little blog. Pity the number of classmates was decreasing as every minute pass.
Till the end, some time around 10.00 pm, only a handful of us are left. Huai Rou, Wei Ji, Kai Hern, Kevin, and me recruited and transferred to Oriental. Hah. It was not till 10.30 pm when the party ended.
I will cherish this piece of precious memory in my mind. I'd never ever forget. It is a day of happiness, a day without the least of sadness. I will remember always.
Three Tanjung, ganbatte kudasai!
<333
The party was a blast! It was brilliant. <333
It was held at the KFC opposite Grand Riverview hotel, and all of us were repeatedly reminded to be punctual to arrive there at approximately seven o' clock in the evening. By any chance, the party started a couple of minutes past seven, and we spent a whale a time laughing, cheering, and playing the fool. Both Choral Speaking group and the Mandarin Poem group donated a cake each, Tiramisu ( my fave! <333 ) and White Lady.
What was crazy was, we actually went to the Pelangi Condominium, Zhang Yu Pin teacher's house after that!
Yes, I know what you're going say! We are a pack of mad kids!
We formed a line outside the entrance as we waited for her arrival, and bowed a 90-degree, significant Japanese bow at her when she returned. You would wish you saw her reaction. It was so comical that we all laughed out asses off. At least an hour we stayed in her condominium, a whole group of us forming a circle and playing R.O.C.K among us. Again, I will eventually post the photos, possibly a video or two, onto this little blog. Pity the number of classmates was decreasing as every minute pass.
Till the end, some time around 10.00 pm, only a handful of us are left. Huai Rou, Wei Ji, Kai Hern, Kevin, and me recruited and transferred to Oriental. Hah. It was not till 10.30 pm when the party ended.
I will cherish this piece of precious memory in my mind. I'd never ever forget. It is a day of happiness, a day without the least of sadness. I will remember always.
Three Tanjung, ganbatte kudasai!
<333
Thursday, 2 April 2009
Sparkling Trophies
3 Tanjung won. First runner-up for Science Poems; First runner-up for Mandarin Poems; and we are the gold medallists for English Choral Speaking! Yay!!! Hip hip hooray! Uncork the champagne! The Celebration Party's tomorrow. I can't wait. It's going to be cool. I know it. Because my class is going to be there. Because even Jessie can tell that I really like my class. Because there's nothing else as awesome as my class.
Because I love 3 Tanjung, and all my classmates.
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