Monday, November 29, 2010

Roger Reigns Supreme



6 - 3 , 3 - 6 , 6 - 3 (1 hour 37 minits)


Defeating top seed and close friend Rafael Nadal, His excellency Roger Federer celebrates his victory in the ATP World Tour season finale Barclays 2010.

Roger is now one of only 3 players to have won the Barclays Championship 5 times. This is also Roger's 66th ATP World Tour Title.

Where only the top 8 players qualify to play, Roger once again proves that he IS indeed, worthy of being noted as the greatest player of ALL time.

Beating Rafa in three sets, 6 - 3 , 3 - 6 , 6 - 3 (1 hour 37 minits), Roger won an incredible 92% of the points played on his first serve in the final, and lost only 13 points on serve in the entire match (San Francisco Chronicle, 2010).

Roger's elegant style of playing exhibited in all its glory is a sight to behold :) Where artistry and sportsmanship blends into a masterpiece of peRFection.


CONGRATULATIONS ROGER!



P.S: Take that naysayers out there! HAH. I shall shamelessly gloat.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Scenes

Got bored for the first time since college ended, thus here I am. Went through some of the stuff I wrote in high school. Them 'short stories' I've long stopped writing because I discovered that my attempts at poetry are much less time consuming.

I think...I ought to give writing another stab. I miss it. You know, just cooking up plots, characters, dialouges and scenes. I particularly liked thinking up that something special that I'd usually start with before I build up the characters and story around it. It's usually a scene. Never a message though. I've never been able to write something to convey a message. It's always been about, a 'something'.

For example,


THIS, put a scene in my head. Of a guy playing this song like in the video, under a hazelnut tree by a brook, so close he was to the water, he could dip his bare feet in it. Surrounding him, is a field of dandelions that swayed in the breeze, as if dancing to the song played on the guitar. There's also a girl, in a yellow summer dress that matches the sun and the dandelions. Spinning like a mad gypsy, her long dark hair and dress billowing. Sun kissed, the grass is gilded in gold.

So, I wrote a chapter with such a scene in it. Oh, since I was particularly fascinated by fire then, dude's a pyromaniac. For some reason, the girl's blind.

MEH. There, click if you may and laugh at my amateurish attempt.

At any rate, I suck at it hahah.



P.S: I'm not even gonna get into my long stagnant attempts at writing 'novels'. Those chapters are probably decaying. If electronic documents can rot, they probably would have. *shrug*

All my lies

Let me swim in the channels of passion
So that my actions may be driven by love.
Stoked by the fumes of desire, I will step
Out of these smog of loss and confusion
This mist of anger and dissatisfaction
That clouds my eyes and blinds my heart
So that heavy sighs lace all my lies
All my smiles.

Can I not be what I yearn yet still be
What embodies the wishes of ones I care for
Bear the responsibilities they ask of
And fulfill the expectations they have bore.
Show me that the world is gentle and kind
Tender feelings of tolerance and resilience
Bare to me their generosity
If it be a must, let it be even pity.

I cling to such grand notions of liberty
That I know many have fallen prey to.
Mere indulgences of foolish romantics
Where thrive only things of beauty
And odes to our depraved humanity.
With my dreams in the palms of my hands
I offer myself brittle promises
In the face of denial, all my lies made fatal.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Deathly Hallows Part 1

My precious Harry


Just got back. Love it, can't wait for the second part. Potter fans out there, hurry along to the nearest theaters and welcome our dearest boy-who-lived into thy arms.

The journey to the end starts here :') After the books, you have movies. After the movies?

Legends they be those stories that beats eternally within the hearts of the readers


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P.S:
And this. After you've seen the movie you know that the scene where this song is played is not in the book. All the same, it's all good. I like it. Have always been a Harry-Hermione fan, though of course that can't ever be because of darling Ron.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

My apologies

Candle-lit faces, Candle-lit gazes


Last night was AUSMAT 21's grand dinner. I went and that is to be considered an achievement (yeah, boo-hoo I'm a loser). I mean, I paid RM80 and all. I believe, it's the first time I ever went to any social gathering (of such scale) quite so willingly. I really wanted to see everybody all dressed up and happy and stuff.

It was nice. I don't know. I wimped out when everybody started singing at the end of the dinner. I left. It was dark so people didn't really notice.

It was dark because the committee planned a surprise gift thingy for the lecturers. They gave twenty of us one of those small perfumed candles and had another twenty carrying roses and a small gift follow us in the dark to where the lecturers sat. The candle bearers stood in a circle around the lecturers' table, the gift bearers handed their gifts, then the lecturers blew each of the candles out. Pagan much? Hahah. Naww, it was nice. Some of the lecturers actually cried and that probably worthed much more than RM80 I'd say.

It was after the candle-gift event that the singing started. It was still dark while I made my getaway. Pretty darn rude of me to sneak off like that and not tell my classmates. They looked nice in the diffused light and I want to remember them like that. I only bid farewell to Alia (fellow victim of Otago's mass interview slaughter session. Egh, I'm just sore. Ignore me). She insisted that I at least say goodbye to the others but I just gave her hand another squeeze, an apologetic smile and left.

I bet she cried when the singing ended. She's such a nice person and she always cries when things gets a bit, uh, 'feely' and I don't want to see her cry. Saw her cry plenty of times already. After the interview, after the interview results came out, at the class party... so none of that for me.

Blame my conspicuous avoidant nature but really I just don't want to say goodbye and that's that. Hopefully, I won't ever have to say goodbye to any of them at any point in the near or not-so-near future. Let everything stay as if we'll all just meet up in class tomorrow (though thank god NOT! Haha).

Thus the end of the College phase. What's next remains to be seen.


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P.S:

I've finished reading 3 of my Big Bad Wolf purchases. One was crappy (Exurbia by Molly McGrann), the other two were absolutely brilliant (The Reminder by Rune Michaels & Beat The Reaper by Josh Bazell). Also, Beat The Reaper has this 'medical/mobster' game at its website. If you have nothing to do, then do click.

Exurbia was an unplanned purchase anyway. *sigh* Never judge 'Young Adult' books by their covers. Never. Not that Exurbia's cover is particularly attractive anyway though.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Like A Painting

The grass made greener
The skies made bluer
All is touched by the Sun's gold
And all is untouched by Time's 'Old'

In a painting, all is frozen
The subject or scenery from a single moment
The artists' brief yet passionate limerence
A single point in our space-time continuum

What you see is but a mirage
Underneath the concrete idea of the painting
The dashes of paint and the strokes of brushes
All you really see is the artist's visage

Their countenance made bold
By the language of colours and texture
Their personalities made bare
By the painting's essence and nature

If I can reveal to you my true feelings
And have you understand my feeble thoughts
On a canvas that spans skies and seas
My mind to you I'll paint transparent