Pride

Towards the end of the Easter holiday, I went to Auckland with Beng, Pae, Kerel and Ainee. Beng and Pae went for the Red Hot Chilli Peppers concert and Kerel, Ainee and I just wanted to join the Malaysian Carnival hosted by the Malaysian students there. Beng was really to kind to drove us all the way for 9 hours. Thanks Beng!

Anyway, the carnival was a blast! There were 2 big occasions during our trip there; the Grand Charity Dinner with Tan Sri Muhyddin Mohd Yasin on Friday night and the Malaysian Carnival the next day. The dinner was okey. I liked the emcee. He was fun. The food was awesome as well blablabla yadayada all the normal stuffs during formal dinner. Ah, I'd like to talk more about the following day. All Malaysian students throughout New Zealand were invited to perform in the Malaysian Carnival in Auckland. Students representing their UMNO club of each state; Auckland, Wellington and Christchurch performed their series of wonderful dances of various styles and cultures. Pride. This is when the topic of this post comes in. I loved it so much when my friends went up on the stage and performed their best as they represent the Malaysian students from Wellington. I wonder how this feeling affected my judgment seeing that they did the best performance and others did rubbish. Lol. Well, that is rude. Anyway, that was not the point. I'm no expert in dancing anyway so my judgement for this matter is utterly worthless. The thing is, I've grown to love the Malaysian community in Wellington so much that whatever they do brings joy to me. I loved it when they're enjoying themselves on stage. I loved it when people in the crowd showed their admiration for the performance by Malaysian students from Wellington. It was a fun 3 days trip in Auckland. One of the biggest Malaysian gathering in New Zealand. Hope there'll be more of it in the future. Owh, lots of nice beautiful authentic Malaysian ladies as well. Nice. I'm still considering of posting some of those photos into this blog, but, well, human privacy is rather complex. Maybe some other time.

Now I'm back in Wellington. In the midst of preparing the team for Bersatu Games 2007 in Christchurch this coming July. The orange colour keeps coming on to me. 30 athletes plus a million supporters to be trained and get ready to crowd Christchurch with our proud orange colour! Nonetheless, sports practices haven't started yet. Owh well, I love sports competition. Can't wait to go to Christchurch and wear the proud orange colour. See? How many times have I repeatedly use the word 'orange'? Orange. Orange. Orange.



Tribute to all members of WMSO Bersatu Team 2006.

Proud to be Malaysian

There are probably just a few songs that can really touch us in one's life. Your song with your loved ones during your wedding, the song that helps you to get up and fight back no matter what or simply that song your first love dedicated to you when you were 5.



Ella sang this song for the 1998 Commonwealth Games in Kuala Lumpur. I like this song. Hope you do as well. Enjoy!

Today I went to play basketball up at the VUW Recreation Centre. I was actually inspired by the video clip above. I think it's been quite a while since I last shoot some hoops. Cutting down the base line was sweet as ever.

Photography

I used to love photography. Back then when I was 14 in high school, I bought myself my own first film camera. Boy I did took a lot of photos since then. I had my camera with me almost all the time going places here and there. Nonetheless, I had this bad habit (and still having it sadly) of not being able to keep things safely. Well, to cut my stories short, I had 3 film cameras throughout my 5 years of high school life. I lost one I bought another one. Well I usually used all of my duit raya, birthday money (since I was 13 I only get cash for birthday present from my parents) and allowance savings to buy 2 things; a new camera and a new pair of basketball shoes. Photography is awesome. Great memories are captured and meaningful images are kept for us to remind ourselves everyday of how wonderful life can be. Owh, do I adore photographers for Playboy and FHM magazines. Their life must be wonderful don't they?

I watched a lot of South Park TV-series lately. Many thanks to Raja who endlessly keep downloading them for our house viewing pleasure. I just finished watching an episode that I'd say one of the best ones I've seen so far. Season 7 episode 12 entitled "All About the Mormons". Mormon is something like a new cult of some kind. A new belief made by a person named Joseph Smith back around early 19th century. Google it to find more about it or just download the episode from the internet (or get it from my house) to find it in a lot more interesting way. Education is fun when it is in cartoons. It worked when you were 5 and it will always work even when you're 50. People sometimes say things about having a little kid in you, or having a small feminist side in you or some sort. Well, err, .. shit I thought about this part a while ago and I forgot what my point was. *Sigh*. I guess I have a bit of an old nyanyuk person inside me eh?

Owh, about the picture above. It was taken during WMSO Annual Picnic last March. I thought it was interesting- in many possible ways you can think of. Enjoy. My deepest apologizes to those who're in the picture. *Hmphk* :)

Importance of Education

Some people may come up and brag, "I've been doing this job for 15 years,". You can sniff the confidence in his words on how proud he is being good in what he does. The time period emphasized shows how long and experienced he's been doing the particular thing implying the length of amount in practices done for the activity. I've been playing basketball for 8 years now and I do think I am not bad in this sports. It's not about being good, really. Just the self respect in ourselves in being comfortable and confident in what we do. Of course being number 1 in the world in basketball would be awesome, but that's not the issue here.

Studying? For a person of my age, 18, ... *sigh* ok, 22, I've been going to school for about 17 years now since I started kindergarten at 5. 17 years of studying should implies that I'm good in studying. That amount of the same practice done over the years should've made me very experienced on how to study and practice education. I should know how to sit down and focus on reading and studying the Building Codes for Practice in New Zealand. I should know how to pay good attention in lectures and comfortably jot down notes throughout the 2 hours period. I should know that I need to be progressive in doing assignments and finish them in a well constructed manner instead of rushing through the last minute. I should even know the value of actually going to lectures. Shit.

Back then when the holy book of Quran was revealed, the first word of its verse was 'Iqra', which means, read. The importance of education has been emphasized since for so long and by many parts anywhere around the world. Owh how I always wish that I truly value this importance of education.

I need an alarm clock. I need to learn to wake up at a certain amount of time. I wish I can get back my high school fortitude. Waking up everyday at 6:00 a.m. and be productive all day until late midnight. All the routines for the whole 5 years. Vanished. Do you know the character from that TV-series 'Heroes', Peter Petrelli? One of his abilities is that he can recall any ability he has used in the past. I wish I have that particular power. Well, if I have the chance to choose more. I might add up flying, superstrength, blink, stormbolt, windwalk and now I'm talking Dota crap. Lol.

I'm easy, in many ways interpreted. I wish I can be stronger. Thus, all humans are the same. We progress through life, wishing and working on everyday to make things better, for himself, for her friends, for the city or for all the people in the world. Life is not hard. You yourself choose how it is going to be. I just wish all of you have a nice day and enjoy being a better person everyday.

Owh, I do think I need to add photos in my posts. It'd be more interesting you think? Mm, some other day lah.

Commitment

Ahh. Commitment. Such a big word. I never knew the meaning of this word till I was 15. I used the thesaurus to find the other word for dedication. Such a popular word back then. Murid yang dedikasi. Hahah. Anyway, the real thing is, commitment, I never knew the true meaning of this word, like ever.

What's the first thing came into mind when that word pops up? School work? Office work? Love? Social? Family? Sports? Dota? Lol. Ahh, let's put Dota as an example. Maybe it would be fun, don't you think?

Commitment. Dota. Mm, *hmphk*. Lol. Hahahahah. I can't even start. This is too ridiculous. I Dota too much recently. Hahah. Now see I used the word 'Dota' as a verb. *Sigh*. I wonder how many of you readers have no idea what Dota really is. I actually knew about this since I was in late high school. A group of my friends started getting really into this game and I kind of like "Duh? It's just a boring computer game,". Boy if my past self could've seen me today. Owh, a rather ambigous sentence. It may means that I've become a better person- or exactly the opposite. I wonder.

Anyway, yes, commitment. Taken from Farlex's TheFreeDictionary website, commitment is defined as "the trait of sincere and steadfast fixity of purpose,". I find this description of the word as very interesting. Steadfast fixity of purpose. Anything we do, at any time and place, there's a purpose. Although there're times when you find yourself wandering down Cuba Street doing nothing, there's still a small subtle purpose in it of you searching for something in value to you. Even when you're sitting down quietly doing nothing, the purpose is there. Subtle. Unconscious. Whatever you have in mind. Everyone else, in the mean time, are having their purposes in their head. Owh how I admire these people who knows what they want in life. This is when the issue of fixing a purpose in your life comes into head. My head, at least. I couldn't get through even half of the meaning of commitment. How far away am I.

Purpose: Updating this blog.

Now you see why I couldn't get even near of sitting down in front of my pc to start writing?