tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893723786337693082024-03-05T18:10:08.660+08:00:: Wink at Life ::"Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering".Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-67990732038135461122012-11-04T06:02:00.001+08:002012-11-04T06:02:11.362+08:00Crush and what's notIt has been a while (really a while) since my last entry in this blog of mine. Life has been stupendously busy and merciless to a point that I broke up stressed, dismayed and on the edge of being depressed. But thank God, I was able to pick up the bits and pieces of myself and move on.<br />
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But nothing beats being in a crush - that strong, inner feeling which lingers in your mind and in your heart and toys around with your logic and emotions. And it has been a while since I last loved someone and I am still getting over the breakup and here I am fancying crazily on the wrong person, so wrong that it could actually mess up my life. I was too embarassed to spill the beans to anyone (even my closest buds and my parents too) so I decided to comb the Net in search for the 'cure'. Believe me, I value my crush highly and I don't want my infatuations and lust degrades my inner perception towards that person. So I came onto another fellow blogger's blog and here is what she recommends ( I have been digesting this for a while)<br />
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Having a crush on celebrities is different from having a crush on someone you know in real life. It is so strange and funny whom all we can have our crush on. On our teacher, doctor, hotel guest, supervisor, driver, friend, coach etc. We all have our own weird stories of having a crush. It is fun talking about them once we are over it. But it is no fun going through that nervousness, inner turmoil and being occupied with thoughts of the person we have a crush on. It is not as funny as it sounds to our friends, when we share with them.<br />
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Sometimes our delicate feelings for someone can take very ugly shape that we don’t want to even recall its memories. We may put ourselves through embarrassment, shame and humiliation. We don’t want to put our selves through a destructive experience for mere crush – who doesn’t even know we exist. It is better we handle it well.<br />
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When having a crush on someone we tend to make fool of our selves and often act very dumb. Here are few things that you should avoid doing.<br />
• Don’t talk about your feelings to people who know the person you have crush on. Their teasing, winking, whispering will only encourage your feelings to go wild and it’s not good for you.<br />
• Learn about the person from other people. Learn what others think about the person rather than being stubborn about how nice you think the person is.<br />
• Don’t confess your feeling to him or her outright. First, try to find what he or she thinks about you or about a relationship through other friends or by throwing indirect questions.<br />
• Don’t send gifts, flowers, letters or cards as if he or she was your boyfriend or girlfriend, especially when you don’t know the person that well. Nothing is more embarrassing than this.<br />
• Don’t work too hard to impress the person. Be yourself. If he or she really wants you, he or she will make a move.<br />
• If your crush becomes unbearable, face it head on. Speak to the person honestly; tell him or her how it has been a struggle for you and you want to be freed from such unrealistic imaginations. Put an end to it, if there is nothing happening on the other side.<br />
• If you have a crush on someone who is already in a relationship, don’t take your feelings seriously. Accept the fact and try overcoming your feelings.<br />
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Having a crush is natural. We are drawn to some people for qualities they posses and we don’t care whether they are drawn to us in the same way. We just know we are. We begin to imagine and before we even realize, we are occupied with the thoughts about them. What we need to realize is that our feelings are temporary. It’s a phase and it will come to pass. Don’t grow anxious or do anything foolish in haste.<br />
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When you have a crush, don’t dry to ignore your feelings but accept that you do fancy someone strongly. And submit your feelings to God. Ask God to take control of your feelings and protect you from committing a blunder or being overtly controlled by your feelings. God says “Nevertheless I am continually with You; You do hold my right hand.” Psalm 73:23. Ask God to give you self control and wisdom to handle a crush well.<br />
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I have been reading it through and thoroughly and Jesus my Lord I jus hope I can overcome this feelings. I don't want to repeat my mistakes.Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-4862128447367464612011-12-27T13:51:00.001+08:002011-12-27T13:51:42.563+08:00Christmas ~ What’s In For Me ^^<p><font color="#ffffff">Today, 27th December 2011, 3rd Day Of Christmas …</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">It has been raining since yesterday. It looks like the Accuweather.com app on my Blackberry had been playing foul on me  (it was sunny day all the entire week through, according to that crappy app). Not that I am complaining, but rainy season could hamper (and dampens) the moods and walkabouts of many, especially Christmas is still hanging around the air. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I wonder if you guys are still having that Christmassy feeling, now that it is working day ( the overall feeling is all-too-formal ), plus with the school  reopening next week. There’s a lot of backlogged work to tussle with, not to mention getting the kids all prepped up for school.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Which in many ways, made me proud to be Single….and Carefree ~ </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">AND I am pretty sure most of you guys are still counting presents ya? ^^ The feeling is mutual. I got presents upon presents, but the killer would be Buberry’s The Beat. My God, it was as if my sister read my mind, since I’ve been wanting this baby so much ^^</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC4PqnoIV6A3a9W9PJSOFg5UCK9YHcrHx9ivchIgKhDq9uORAmaFCFuszdoLphSrwWE2rmlJXoQTGs6YCYDYjbr8LIeYG8-T5iFsQuOHHTkh3zv6-YXwm76jABZaQ1RbxPdyEiadPQqtSK/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-D7MCwaqvYYE/Tvlcw5ii7-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/FX8evVAAI6w/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /></a></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ffffff">Love this XOXOXOXO ♥♥♥♥♥</font></p> <p align="left"><font color="#ffffff">Leaping in joy I was, upon seeing this present of mine (believe me, I am exaggerating this), and Yes, and though I ‘suck’ on almost ‘everything,’ I am especially a ‘sucker’ for perfumes. Burberry is especially exceptional.  Well, need I say more? I am a Teacher, I must be well dressed, and smell great ^^ A good looking teacher would look appealing to everyone, including his students, kan, kan, kan..</font></p> <p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Bq7hXJkX4UkTPkXC1hqKsQkxhRsUm3Df5Fe7R1Y20Wg-Aq-fdQ1h1OP3QhcepGYucIsFsadztN8XyCSyq51pt78HZCvzPh9B2PQNp225k3SQ9qLbML-Z-Bx9ibS9YLPLY0DGJBDX0_uA/s1600-h/image%25255B6%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-MQSrB6O6xWY/Tvlc5udSM4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/BICZzKF76xM/image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="400" height="289" /></a></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ffffff">But of course, being good looking tu tidaklah sampai begini ^^ I ain’t handsome ( I’m kinda cute, but not that handsome, gorgeous,hunky type hahaha) </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff"><img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout" alt="Smile with tongue out" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijbGIBjT_hc5rMAJOabiLCtYz3a_ZLKbeaeLWGT7jWvZrutH4llKm_dvilmiWd3tGORR0acl65V7OZl78nUbUnVu_3LHe6f7pfF72mX_XYHk-aZwSpy9J6C76yvVy635JqshoeLwbLNUrG/?imgmax=800" /> Eiks…cukup la imagining things tu Merv, hehehehe.  Happy 3rd day of Christmas guys and please do take care when you’re out gallivanting ya. </font></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-76941171441947948332011-12-25T01:43:00.001+08:002011-12-25T01:43:33.857+08:00Christmas 2012 ~ What’s In and About…<p><font color="#ffffff">First of all, I want to wish a wonderful Christmas to all celebrating this festive season. Christmas is like Christmas before this; An early start at the kitchen, foraging for foods, drinking soda, in the middle of the night. If Mr.Friedrich, my dietitian saw me gorging those oh-so-delicious-once-in-a-year punya food, I’m pretty sure, he’ll roll his eyes and strangle me on the spot. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Speaking of which, I was browsing my Facebook wall just now, and everyone is bracing themselves for next morning. Ramai juga yang sedang busy with their family and kin, tak kurang juga for some, the night-capping has already started. Drinking binge is not part of  the festive season as a whole, mind you (Westerners don’t spend their Christmases getting drunk until they’re totally wasted the next day), it just happened to be that Christmas is celebrated in this part of the world where unity (and sometimes total discord) can virtually be achieved through mutual drinking of <em>Tapai, Montoku, Bahar </em>and all sorts of Beers and Liquors. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Okey, skip that, now, to the serious matters which prompted me to delve into deep-thoughts ~ </font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCGi-EXBplgrq2oHYbsGZLtKwujXfIWypgo4HH4q3Ntzqi36FTrErZIn8Afgqm2rUvsmmX0qC1O_UW5lSm9c3THqh1GzntHHgfbm8yZBUuEVIhdImHdLrWg554b7jkp_bVwntRt5MqjMTd/s1600-h/411194_312182608814424_177413585624661_1015618_1161422446_o%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="411194_312182608814424_177413585624661_1015618_1161422446_o" border="0" alt="411194_312182608814424_177413585624661_1015618_1161422446_o" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSexo19qVdI6mlbsPcYunnSCJ9jfYiF5HZR08yX2ygIzNyhCDr-H4cK8vDSrmCEQIg1UKYCUKUR-y7MdINO3IzV-rQYdYAwLDXormKQIyp_jm37ROYLV0RkgTuk_7s-B4kYPMH4bcTlfVI/?imgmax=800" width="414" height="319" /></a></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">DISCLAIMER</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">First of all, before someone shoots at me saying I’m being insensitive and poking on the wrong subject-matter, I want to make it clear to you. THIS IS MY HUMBLEST OPINION. Whether you would agree to it or not, it is up to you. This is my opinion alone, I am not being influenced by any party or anyone in that matter, nor I am forcing my opinion to other people. But by far, what I am about to say in response to the above statement is this ~</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">BULLSHIT!!</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">First of all, let us look at this matter from the root of the Islamic Faith. Let us make it simple and digestible. Any good Muslim knows that his/her faith is based on the Holy Koran and Hadith. Straight to the point. There are NO SINGLE LINE WHATSOEVER stated in the Koran or the Hadith that bans a Muslim to wish his/her Christian neighbors a ‘Merry Christmas’. Here’s another quote from </font><a title="http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2008/12/24/can-muslims-say-039merry-christmas039.html" href="http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2008/12/24/can-muslims-say-039merry-christmas039.html">http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2008/12/24/can-muslims-say-039merry-christmas039.html</a></p> <p><font color="#ffffff" size="3">“ Concerning using the Christmas greeting,<u> <strong>there is no obvious Koranic verse or hadith</strong></u> <strong><u>regarding this matter.</u></strong> The Prophet Mohammad only had contact with a few Christians before he became a prophet and there was no further contact after he became one. Due to this fact, the reasoning of Muslims who ban wishing "Merry Christmas" is obviously <font size="5"><strong>questionable</strong></font>”.</font> </p> <p><font color="#ffffff">It may sound like I am a social jerk, but it cant be helped. It really pissed me off to see such picture(s) as shown above, popped out like mushrooms on your Facebook wall on Christmas Day. I mean, duh! where’s that mutual respect and understanding we’ve been calling upon all this while? </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Here’s another one that I would like to quote and share with you</font></p> <p><a title="http://www.thestudentroom.co.uk/showthread.php?t=1851935" href="http://www.thestudentroom.co.uk/showthread.php?t=1851935">http://www.thestudentroom.co.uk/showthread.php?t=1851935</a></p> <p><font color="#ffffff" size="3">The arguments I've heard so far against being allowed to wish non-Muslims Merry Christmas are quite stupid, in my opinion. <br />They usually go something along the lines of "By wishing Merry Christmas, you're acknowledging that there is a religious need to celebrate Jesus' birthday, when there is not", or "You are agreeing that Jesus was born on 25th December, when there is no evidence for this". <br /></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff" size="3">I think the people who make these sorts of arguments usually come from cultures where Christmas is so rarely celebrated (and even then, only by those who are actually Christian) that they don't quite understand that for many people nowadays, Christmas has absolutely nothing to do with Religion. The people who celebrate it don't necessarily believe there is a religious need to celebrate Jesus' birthday, nor does anyone think that Jesus was born on 25th December. In that sense, it's no more religious than celebrating bonfire night, or new year's eve etc. <br /></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff" size="3">I know that I don't believe in the religious aspects of Christmas. The person whom I am wishing "Merry Christmas" will not assume that I do either. And presumably God has access to my every thought, and therefore knows that I'm not making or acknowledging any religious statement. So I don't really see what the problem is. <strong><u>In particular, I don't see any Qur'anic verse or Hadith that prohibits me from doing this either.</u></strong></font><strong><u> </u></strong></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Nuff Said ~ To All My Christian Brothers and Sisters and to all my Muslim Brethren, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2012.</font></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-43699079101167547422011-09-02T17:40:00.001+08:002011-09-02T17:40:52.149+08:00When life gives a hard slapping back at you (Part 1)<p><font color="#ffffff">10 August 2011</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I was briskly walking away around my school, after a short puff with my friends at our favorite spot. Looking at my watch, it shows another five minutes to eleven. I can hear my class was already engulfed in chaos. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">11.00 ~ 11.30 am</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I was teaching as usual in my class. But something was amiss. I don’t feel like my usual self. My chest was heavy, I was virtually panting for air, my forehead was covered with cold sweat..</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">A few moments later, I was feeling upside down. My heart feels like bursting out of my rib cages, as I was engulfed in a series of uncontrollable palpitations and chest discomfort. Yet, I stood in front of my children, teaching them about Weather, the topic of my lesson.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">11.30am ~ 12.10 pm</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I cut my class ten minutes short. Something was not right. My heart kept missing a beat or two. I went to the staffroom. My HM was sitting down chatting with the other teachers. My bud Jamidi was typing something on his laptop while my friends continued their chat, easing the afternoon away.</font></p> <p>“<font color="#ffffff">What is this? Darn, I can’t put my fingers on how I feel now” I said to myself. I am a bit worried now. I am going through something that I have never felt before. I took a sip of water, and went to the loo. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">And that is when I felt life slapped me the hardest for the first time…</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I feel like fainting, everything turns kinda blurry, and my breathing was shallow. It was as if I have lost sense of my body. Something is really BAD happening right here, right now. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I went to the staffroom, fetched my keys and asked Jamidi to send me to the Clinic..</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">My HM was puzzled, the other teachers seems so concerned, and I was virtually <em>fighting to stay alive.</em></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Jamidi saw me swirling down into confusion, so he pulled me as fast as he could into the car and rushed me to the Clinic.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">It took only 6 minutes but it felt like the longest journey in my life…</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">:: Klinik Kesihatan Apin-Apin ::</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I only managed to talk briefly to the medical officer attending me. I was confused, drenched with intolerable anxiety and was obviously looking ‘like hell’. He took my Blood Pressure.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">It read 230/190</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">… the outlook is not good… since I have quite an in depth knowledge in medical science, that BP reading was not good at all…</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">… and way beyond normal for someone my age….</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Then, the MO asked me to remove my belt, my watch, everything metallic from my clothing.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I was hooked onto an ECG machine.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">The MO’s face changed after the third ECG reading. Jamidi was in silence, comforting me to ‘be patient and relax’…</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I couldn’t. I simply can’t. I felt the urge to ask the MO was happening, but my mouth was shut tight.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I knew something bad had happened.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">“ What happened, what does the ECG says?” I asked the MO.</font></p> <p>'”<font color="#ffffff"> To be honest with you <em>Cikgu,</em> the ECG looked bad. We’re dispatching an ambulance to send you to the hospital, as soon as possible.”</font></p> <p>‘<font color="#ffffff"> After a long pause. I fervently asked again. ’How bad?’ </font></p> <p>‘<font color="#ffffff"> Bad, I can’t say anything as of yet, but it doesn’t look good…..’ he replied. ‘And to top things off, your body seems not responding to the <em>Nifedipine </em>I gave you. As a result, your BP is still at a dangerous level”.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">That was enough to silence me. I was asked to rest. But could I? There I was lying in the clinic, with the uncertainty of living through this life and that hell I was undergoing, and the possibility of ending up dead, at the brisk age of 31, from a disease known only to manifest much older people. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I called mom…</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">She did not pick up her phone.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I called my brother and sister….</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Alas, No one at the end of the line.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I called dad.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">He answered my call. I nearly broke into tears upon hearing his voice. But I kept my cool, and told him of my situation. I sensed him worrying, so I told him I’ll be fine. I asked him to call my sister and mom, to inform them of my situation, and I told him I’ll be ferried out to the hospital by ambulance. Before hanging up the line, he told me</font></p> <p>“<font color="#ffffff">..Not to worry Byn, my prayers are with you…’</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I turned my face away from Jamidi, and silently wept, as I hung up the phone…</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff"></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">To be continued.</font></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-20832930445685131812011-06-19T20:40:00.001+08:002011-06-19T20:40:32.917+08:00maintenance<p><font color="#ffffff">This is a maintenance post made using Windows Live Writer 2011. Please disregard any posts made during this maintenance.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">We’re updating your blog settings by downloading all the necessary files into your Windows Live Writer 2011 configuration assembly. This will enrich your blogging experience using Windows Live Writer 2011.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Regards</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Windows Live Writer Team</font></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-49260164126138603902011-06-12T02:24:00.000+08:002011-06-12T02:24:43.232+08:00This is it!
<p>After leaving the comforts of Windows ( actually I've got a copy of Windows XP still running on my PC), and moving relentlessly to the new environment like Linux Ubuntu, I cannot help but recall some of the defining moments I had with Microsoft Windows (although it sucks and chokes your wallet) </p><p>
The one thing I miss most is Windows Live Writer 2011. Simply said, I am at loss without that favorite desktop blogging software. I mean, typing on Linux default Blog Editor makes me feel like I am better off typing on a piece of paper T.T</p><p>
I've tried installing Live Writer in Linux through Wine 1.2.2 but to no avail.</p><p>
I'll be creating a thread on this soon so keep your fingers crossed.</p>Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-61777121853284381412011-05-02T13:45:00.001+08:002011-05-02T13:45:13.168+08:00Nifty Fifty ^^<p><font color="#ffffff">Most of you may wonder what I meant by ‘Nifty Fifty’, right?</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Nope, it’s not the best RM50 I’ve ever made in my entire working life, nor a creaseless RM50 note so sharp it may induce cuts to your skin ~ pretty much a banker’s tale.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">But this nifty fifty costs me RM599 ~ and I am happy to add it to my arsenal of lenses. Yes. My new addition to the collection of lenses I own now. Here’s a bit about the ‘Nifty Fifty’</font></p> <p> </p> <p><font color="#ffffff">In today’s digital world, technology has made everything easier to reach, with many devices working as more than one device, and universal remotes to control them. The simple purpose – convenience. And that is what happened with the advent of zoom lenses. In today’s date, with high zoom compacts flooding the market, and manufacturers making lenses that zoom in far enough to bring a bird sitting 50 feet away seem as if it is sitting in front of your lens, a lot of us are so used to zoom lenses that we simply cannot imagine having a lens without a zoom, however much it may be.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">But, it is for a fact that the best optical quality is delivered by prime lenses (fixed focal length, no zoom lenses). Why? In simple words, because they use a smaller number of glass elements inside the lens, which means lesser loss of quality, and hence better pictures.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Anyways, this post is not to highlight the advantages of primes over zooms, but to highlight one particular prime lens that I feel is a must use for everyone with an SLR, at least for some time. I am talking about the <strong>50mm prime lens</strong> – or the nifty fifty as it is rightly called. At this focal length, these lenses show the same view that you see through your eyes, and so are also referred to as normal lenses.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">The 50mm f/1.8 is the least expensive lens at this focal range. And this, dear readers, is a marvel. I’ll keep it very simple… why the 50mm is a must:</font></p> <ul> <li><font color="#ffffff">At under $100 starting, it is very <b>very cheap</b>, and an easy buy for the hobbyist with a budget. </font></li> <li><font color="#ffffff">Don’t let the price fool you. The <b>optical quality of even the cheapest 50mm is amazing</b> to say the least, owing to its rather simple design. Much better than many expensive zooms even, this lens is loved mostly for its sharpness and bokeh. </font></li> <li><font color="#ffffff">The nifty fifty is <b>light, small and so very convenient</b> to carry around, whether in your bag, or on your camera. </font></li> <li><font color="#ffffff">Primes in general, and the <b>50mm especially, are fast lenses</b> i.e. they have bigger apertures that allow you to shoot at high shutter speeds even in low light – one major aspect where most zooms lack. The fastest telephoto I’ve heard of has a max aperture of f/2.8, and the fastest prime I’ve heard of is a 50mm f/0.95! </font></li> <li><font color="#ffffff">Perhaps the most important attribute of all primes, after their optics, is the <b>learning they offer</b>. With a fixed frame of view, the only zoom you have at your disposal is your feet. With this ‘restriction’ one ends up being very careful, and also very creative, with their compositions, and also more involved in the whole photographic process. With time you’ll find that even with zooms, you’ll end up getting more ‘keepers’ because of this. In essence, primes are great exercise for your composition muscles.</font></li> <p><font color="#ffffff">Last but not the least, we bust the myth that the 50 mil is used only for portraits and street photography. Mentioned below are some points that show just how versatile this little wonder is:</font></p> <ul> <li><font color="#ffffff"><b>Shooting in low light</b>: As mentioned above, the wide aperture lets in more light, allowing you to shoot without flash in low light. This lens is great for shooting indoors where a flash sort of ruins the feel. Of course the wide aperture also means that you’ll have a very shallow depth of field, and hence you need to compose your shot such that you get the subject completely in focus. </font></li> <li><font color="#ffffff">T<b>he Reversed Macro</b>: Not all of us can afford a dedicated macro lens. And the good news is that you can use this 50mm as a macro lens by reversing it. You’ll need a reversal ring for that. You lose autofocus, but that’s not all that bad when you’re getting a macro lens at this price. For more on reversing the 50mm for macro, check out </font><a href="http://digital-photography-school.com/reverse-mounting-your-prime-lenses-for-affordable-macro-photography"><font color="#ffffff">this post on DPS</font></a><font color="#ffffff">. </font></li> <li><font color="#ffffff"><b>The Wide effect</b>: If you don’t have a dedicated wide angle lens, don’t fret. You might not get as wide an angle as with a dedicated lens, but you can still get a wide angle look by moving farther from your subject, and using a smaller aperture (larger f number). This covers a wider area and gives a larger zone of sharpness, just like a wide angle lens. </font></li> <li><font color="#ffffff"><b>The Telephoto effect</b>: Just like above, you can also simulate a telephoto effect by getting close to your subject and opening up the aperture. This gives a nicely blurred background which is a characteristic of telephotos. </font></li> <li><font color="#ffffff"><b>Candid Camera</b>: The fact that this lens offers a field of view just like that of the human eye* i.e. you get what you see, plus the lens’s small size make it a great lens for getting candid shots without getting noticed. In fact, since it sees what you see, you can even shoot without using the viewfinder. Simply point your camera in the direction you’re looking, and click! </font></li> <li><font color="#ffffff"><b>DOF</b>: The large aperture offers extremely shallow depth of field which is another creativity stimulator. One can get some very nice looking photos with imaginative use of the shallow DOF. </font></li> <li><font color="#ffffff"><b>Portraits and Streets</b>: This lens is by far most used for portraiture and street photography and gives some great results in both fields.</font></li> </ul> <img src="http://www.satouchi.com/images/imgBlog/000-703ce.jpg" /> <br /></ul> <p align="center"><font color="#ffffff">Nifty, Right? ^^</font></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-122350757384243942011-04-21T21:45:00.001+08:002011-04-21T21:45:23.807+08:00For REAL?<p><font color="#ffffff">My Facebook buddies would have slashed me for the past 6 weeks since my posts were all laments and ramblings of my rather super-slow connection and Celcom Care-Line Center had clarified at my last call to them that I have been calling them nine times just to address the same question ~ Why the hell is my connection so slow?</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Then, I went to buy myself a new Broadband Starter-Pack. I was so convinced that my connection was so damn slow because I have reached my data caps. Installed the SIM card and <em>voila! </em>the speed I have been wanting so much.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">After one week though, I noticed that my connection tends to get slower by the day. Accustomed to the frustrations of super-stupid-slow-broadband, I went on to the conclusion that other providers may have the service that suits me. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Then, it went up again, I mean my internet speed. Instead of slugging off like it always did, websites that are laden with scripts and add-ons were loaded in a jiffy. Plus, I managed to download my all time favorite game Star Trek: Starfleet Command III in less than 2 hours. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">And I thought ~ was it not Celcom’s ‘Fair Usage Policy’ still intact? If so, I guessed that many customers ditched their broadband in favor for other providers. Otherwise, the speed could not be this fast. So I told myself.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I came across one fellow blogger’s posting regarding the speed and quality of Celcom Broadband and DiGi Broadband. Here’s his verdict.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff"><em>the similarities of both prepaid broadband are in terms of speed (384 kbps), and also the fact that they both do not provide the wireless modem device/dongle. This isn’t a big issue because you could just make a trip to your nearest PC shop and purchase the modem around RM169 or less. I got my Hutchison 3G modem for RM169, with a 2 year warranty. Both starter sim packs start at RM25, with RM20 pre-loaded inside.</em></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff"><em>THE DIFFERENCE?</em></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff"><em><strong>For starters, DiGi Internet Broadband is cheaper priced, running at RM2 /day while Celcom offers 3x the price at RM6/24-hours. Connectivity is also a difference since Celcom does boast the widest 3G network, which basically means you can enjoy the maximum of 384kbps in most areas, as compared to DiGi’s limited 3G network. DiGi’s limited 3G network means that you will be running on EDGE most of the time, and that’s about 128kbps if you are lucky. Another difference comes in the cap of data usage. Data Cap means the maximum data you can download, and DiGi is putting a 1GB data cap for their prepaid broadband, while Celcom has yet to come with any cap so that means u can download as you want.</strong></em></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff"><em>Duration of use also is a major difference with DiGi offering a simple RM2 per day activation, which basically means RM5o will last you 25 days, and RM10 will last you 5 days. The concept is sort of like your prepaid mobile account which will be calculated based on days regardless of whether you use it or not. Celcom on the other hand divides their prepaid data activation period into two with hourly use as RM6 is for 24 hours, and RM20 is for a weeks usage. This basically means that if you decide to get the hourly usage package, you’d be charged RM6 for 24 hour usage (which you can on and off because your usage is calculated based on hours and not a day), while the RM20 per 7 days is calculated based on days, regardless of whether you use it or not. Validity of your reload is similar to Xpax reloads, with RM10 lasting for 7 days, and RM100 lasting 100 days.</em></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff"><em>THE VERDICT?</em></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff"><em>Although I am a great fan of DiGi promotions and products due to their cheaper rate and fantastic rewards, I have to admit they have a far way to go to compete with the front runners in broadband services. They may be offering a hell lot more for a lower price, but being the new kid on the block, they hugely lack proper broadband coverage. While using the DiGi prepaid broadband is cheap, running at RM2 per day, you’d tend to loose your data usage cap due to the long wait for sites to load. I know so because I tried my using my DiGi Prepaid Broadband in an EDGE area, and I used up about 1MB for 5 minutes worth of surfing time with speeds running way below 200kbps, and some sites loading ultimately slow. Apart from that, RM6 per 24 hours by Celcom Prepaid Broadband isn’t bad considering it is unlimited, has wider coverage, and is calculated based on your hourly use. This means that you’d be spending RM0.25 per hour, which is actually very cheap.</em></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I like it the way it is told ~ <strong>while Celcom has yet to come with any cap so that means u can download as you want ~ </strong>which means all this while, my assumption that my slow connection was because I have reached my data cap is actually baseless. Nice. Keep it that way. One thing you people at Celcom ought to know is how to keep your customers happy. Nuff Said. </font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TbA05tryx0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Qh-jLacl_jE/s1600-h/speedtest%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="speedtest" border="0" alt="speedtest" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCECxWeRREAl4uVbXadGN6xEHfZ-lOwQayXbv34_mxlqRjcrWJKvyoyAjSjMd56TDdQ3x2DHSOp2OlenVNREMOWr51Pwk5gwFsW1893oq9cVhMCzvJjhyphenhyphenaZbnlou3qEbtbB8ajIqmE9n5/?imgmax=800" width="351" height="300" /></a></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ffffff">So Okay, I don’t download movies and videos, I don’t go for Porns, but Yes, I download music all the time and with the maximum speed of 871Kbps, I could die happy. I ask for nothing more ~ just decent connection speed.  </font></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-91754074604207699512011-03-19T23:25:00.001+08:002011-03-19T23:25:42.533+08:00Whoaahh…AweSoMe!!<p><font color="#ffffff">Long time ago, this was the pride of PDRM</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TYTKzlIy38I/AAAAAAAAAVM/pPH5RZn4CR0/s1600-h/800pxprotonwaja28royalmpf8%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="800pxprotonwaja28royalmpf8" border="0" alt="800pxprotonwaja28royalmpf8" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TYTK0kmA1_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/I7-cfKpdzBc/800pxprotonwaja28royalmpf8_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="421" height="281" /></a> </p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Then, suddenly, the government decided that, well, it looked too old, outdated and perhaps not so police-friendly, so they did a little makeover to PDRM’s <em>Kereta Peronda ( or perhaps a major haul on their cruisers)</em></font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBktoxxBamlAyZBjofcpZunV1KQdu63hFpYndtmTjPBUic90W8C6B7q9kJKEjsJ9dzATJJW5rkeK7OrxNn9jBwaJs0sYineuKU0ro3tKV9N0E6PopyKKNBF3KYR9WwOA4oW5KQt00fdzP/s1600-h/64375_157033337650519_137435382943648_361376_3967628_n%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="64375_157033337650519_137435382943648_361376_3967628_n" border="0" alt="64375_157033337650519_137435382943648_361376_3967628_n" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfGcTONxJBtSOiQ_ISDx9dLF1bTVOgGL6GMUvNUTBD0dOyau5kAmZZEsbiFqzRuen3kUbDsQd-hj4BN88b7-zYeOQwZ7ViHgzEy7pIkaueZgUKhsJd-muIbmEW57ztDmXJTL6y7IWo2cy/?imgmax=800" width="418" height="319" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiInit_LegmQdT_uVbHfuq2sPz10X5uCII2JT1e-uZB-l7LlT8yTldsQP4oX29ybL0dPQB9FvC6znz6sK_yNHYdkbcaNlnF73r6sqLAR5T5Meya23Wu0F6PnXPn5xJvwbkEZLc1GUIaPFKp/s1600-h/69728477847777794588182%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="69728477847777794588182" border="0" alt="69728477847777794588182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_Wuub63crfTUW8xdtx2kVsaAyLpVKeOC9zlip69qNNo3e9JjjqoUYLnTVfS-ugitrTXd-d2PDDcB1qoiCqzec0HlKuK2kKZsey4Tg8mVR4VCLlCy_yTWLvzQFTRxLP7rJqLVmUs6UPfJ/?imgmax=800" width="421" height="295" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TYTK6QCQamI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ANUu_RfljiA/s1600-h/pdrm-kia%20%282%29%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="pdrm-kia (2)" border="0" alt="pdrm-kia (2)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TYTK7VUDCVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/EQhmNgA1218/pdrm-kia%20%282%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="434" height="333" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-I59gcnJIfnwKEG3qy1t1hhsv7qtkYHU9faBG0WByzlP7pL3aMaVmeIP8C-70YjrVlq71mUZQUIHd9an74VgGn1RdkRbgo44CztWgTYG1wkkPh_nlkIfaZ_PyoLIFYYkRD8vaoTsKRACq/s1600-h/pdrm-kia%20(3)%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="pdrm-kia (3)" border="0" alt="pdrm-kia (3)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVx6m09SGBDM2KEf9_FljXllZHoVxJuIux7xfo-xBF5vHPBKPIFs8_0czi_-1DRx3Li9quvev0j97pJDu6pHtoAy2XiKR_Wqt8Z0fQXiMtgAqyb8lqNh19iEEQETF_IC04tcRjxvZyZOo5/?imgmax=800" width="446" height="310" /></a> </p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Absofuckingly Awesome !!</font></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-9143012577561393112011-03-18T13:27:00.001+08:002011-03-18T13:27:38.823+08:00Who says winning isn’t everything?<p><font color="#ffffff">When it comes to competitive situations, we bound to hear people saying this adage</font></p> <p>“<font color="#ffffff"> Tidak apa, yang penting, kita sudah mencuba..”</font></p> <p>“<font color="#ffffff"> Kalau kalah, kita cuba lagi lain kali”</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">This school holidays got me all cracked up over my ‘loss’ on the InterZone Track and Field Competition held early this year. What more, my HM was not impressed with the performance of my athletes. She started to doubt my coaching ability, and though we did manage to move one rank up, she still considers it as ‘ rookie’s luck’.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I was shattered into pieces. She did not need to say it verbally, her expressions tells me everything. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">She despise it. She detest it. It was incredulously unacceptable. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">While everyone was busy holidaying, I was busy picking up my pride, and I swear, this time, there’s no more ‘rookie’s luck’. Cuz, this time, Winning Is Everything!</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I ran through books upon books of Track and Field training programs I kept stashed away after the sports. I was looking through videos upon videos of new training regimes that I could adapt and use it onto my kids. I was burning with vengeance, especially remembering how my head coach (I posted about him somewhere inside this blog) looked down at me, yet again, when he himself were unable to produce any athlete during this year’s fielding. And the second class treatment my athletes received during centralized training is unfair and unacceptable. Coupling all that, I am most determined to bring down those 3 schools that dominates the Track and Field Competition. Yes, they are going down! I will get the respect I deserve as a coach at school, at the Interzone Level and at any levels my athletes may pass through. Most importantly, my HM would turn her head and look at me at the eyes while I blare it out to her ‘ My winnings will not be any ‘rookie’s luck’ this time ma’am" Cuz, For me WINNING IS EVERYTHING!!</font></p> <p><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://mysteelseries.cn/images/80/1444-1745.jpg" /></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ffffff"> Winning is Everything.Second Place just means you’re the FIRST LOSER!!</font></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-276309087248969582011-03-06T14:16:00.001+08:002011-03-06T14:16:27.500+08:00Life’s expectations<p><font color="#ffffff">I am blogging this because I felt like I have never been so messed up before. Life has been slapping me with so much things, I felt like I am all lost in between. Juggling for a balanced life is no easy task ~ for a student, you may still smile and swap your daylights with crazy things and still study for that big exam coming soon.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">For me (and the rest of us working class peeps) balanced life is something like a holy grail. You know it’s there, but you’ve to go through hell to get it. I am lucky that I’m still happily single, cause I know, family life and professional life is hard to get by. A sick child may just pose that ultimate guilt, when you have to face your boss with that excuse, while he/she may give his/her ‘yes’ there’s always a string attached to it. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Yep, life’s slapping hits hard to our hearts ~</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">So, what do we expect from life?</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Here’s some interesting people with their views of life (and their expectations)</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">“ pain & failure <br />what i expect and what i create are two different things <br />my mind ( the machinery is in charge of expectations) <br />and 'it' mostly expects pain and failure <br />i create from self which has no expectations or is not limited by expectations <br />if you ask another question What Do You Create In Your Life - then i will answer that as well “ ~ RebirthOfYou</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">“ I expect to live long, laugh well, and love mostly all that I think is good and right. I expect to be successful in my career choices and I know the only way to do that is to live one day at a time and take nothing for granted “. ~ Dannuelle</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">“ Its offerings; but more importantly knowing what I want and matching it to life's offerings”. ~ Hello_World</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">“ To NOT let things get too comfortable in life, to constantly expand the imaginary walls of my comfort zone (horrible cliche, I know), to not avoid pain and suffering to the extent of avoiding life, to live in places where I'm a minority, to challenge myself physically, not to watch more than two hours of TV per week, to give all my attention to my friends, children and lovers when I'm with them, to take my writing to unexplored places “ ~  MaDe_FrOm_EmBryOniC StEm CeLLs</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">“ work and heartache, and random joys that make the other worthwhile, at least for a while. </font><font color="#ffffff">And then, finally, I may be allowed to rest “ ~ Ruth C</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">“ I expect some hard times, some laughter, and hope. I expect that I will live a life with some meaning, to someone, somewhere, and that I will be remembered fondly someday when I die. I expect a fulfilling life. If these things do not happen, then I have failed, because everyone should be able to expect all of these”. ~ Angeliss</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Many people with different views of life and what to expect. So I guess even IF I messed up with my life, there’s still ways to improve it, yes?</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff"></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9amyu5fbeQ6mZUfIi_mLzOvkxtsLhHkXVcjYV4K4EqhhLMmjntNBaAFAGSX1b6m1ZUPSKYE9IKggOXTHwAuzqyac9IhG3c5dwMClYp8pUtWTDkLnu1RGHYPjODcIxHU8dRYdn0Zykt4S/s1600-h/your_life__by_memorydrops-d2zm01d%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="your_life__by_memorydrops-d2zm01d" border="0" alt="your_life__by_memorydrops-d2zm01d" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcfC4KtfFW9waD1vME8pYmcZTHXVHyE3cJ51V7Bu1jcOnYfsn3QQWMiPsDdE-IszGn4egfbGdjWm7ecMlUSVrim5u3xYlFxm2LU4Ym-V7ofZDzR6QR6uI2xjEFM8SEZO54dfvLRdutax4/?imgmax=800" width="308" height="230" /></a> </font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ffffff">It's not what I expect out of life-it's what I expect out of myself.</font></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-90717090747202675022011-03-03T23:25:00.001+08:002011-03-03T23:25:08.095+08:00Giving My Best?<p>It has been a while since my last update, sometime last year. </p> <p>Life has been so hectic, I was on the edge of losing my sanity and inner self-consciousness. When everyone is expecting you to be at your best, life slaps you with challenges that only the Gods in Olympus could complete such a feat ~ almost. </p> <p>I am no God, or Demigod, well, I am just who I am. A simple guy with every reasons to shout back at life. </p> <p>And Here I AM, talking about ‘Giving Out My Best’, of which, in this newly aged improved perspective I have, the question is ~ Did I?</p> <p>I hope I did. And hell yeah, I want to do my best ~ all the time. </p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZ-R4jgrLi-eWMuy-eqXzFNWs2l-0qsTGcLp7rFKiglfFoeWA7mwyEp0n6u1AijTv2lFxCxyrnRrbiUBAqQMFUhzkXn6ox3sPveKbU3XtMntdlssm9rZy7pOzvoQh_F5J2tlIB8JFK-u5/s1600-h/tumblr_l13n5rjGPP1qb712eo1_500%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="tumblr_l13n5rjGPP1qb712eo1_500" border="0" alt="tumblr_l13n5rjGPP1qb712eo1_500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXgE0GwGRiB4bti5afZCu0VCS_6bMQzsMZOK6i-WBVxcGvlhbLBDoaqPyLlLB4HRJhPl1zkaDbnFRlwI8UgNXsyMKuFDBR8P8q1V12OyuwBMQpjj3dH6_Aon_yC-9uL_Yn7cEE7uTmOxah/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="177" /></a></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-83757551842432899952011-01-23T22:38:00.001+08:002011-01-23T22:38:58.860+08:00Prelude to Sports Day Part One<p><font color="#ffffff">Sports Day is here again, and I am in dwelling in my utmost natural surrounding ~ the sports stadium.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Yes, scorched skin (only this time, my friends says, ‘ rata sun burn ko vyn..’ hehe), swift dwindling energy level, fatigue and a messed up thoughts, emotions, expectations, rolled into one and repackaged into Mervyn Simon Peter, Sports Mode. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">And I was given only two weeks to set up my athletes for the competition. What gives.. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Plus, since we were the host for this year’s InterZone MSSM Zon Apin-Apin Track and Field Championship, mentioning about the other workloads other than those on the fields is thought cracking. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I’ve been a walking 30 years old man with a life swiftly passing each day ~ only to be filled with exhaustion, both physically, mentally and spiritually.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">My kids ~ I hope they will do okay in their athletics discipline. As far as I remembered, this is the very moment that I’ve put more than 100% of my effort in team building, coaching and technical babblings. I hope, not for me, but for them, that they would do well and excel in the sports competition. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Fingers crossed, I hope everything would be okay tomorrow.. </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Please……</font></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-54340422594815974132010-12-31T22:53:00.001+08:002010-12-31T22:53:47.437+08:00Happy New Year 2011<p><font color="#ffffff">In a few hours new year will set in, and Au Revoir to 2010</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">And here I am thinking about what would the new year yield to me. I AM old, and I am feeling the effects now ~ new pain sensation,  dwindling energy, and weakening memories.</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">I want to make 2011 my year. A fulfilling 1 year 1 hour and 12 minutes (and counting) </font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Resolutions? I’ll save that for the next post ^^</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Anyways, have a wonderful year ahead friends, Cheers to ‘The Journey’</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TR3udL7zNJI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mRTXk567s60/s1600-h/2011-happy-new-year-graphic-2%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="2011-happy-new-year-graphic-2" border="0" alt="2011-happy-new-year-graphic-2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TR3ueb5yK4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/KHvBB0YFiEs/2011-happy-new-year-graphic-2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="182" /></a></p> <p>See you guys in my 2011 post ^^</p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-8483402611501180012010-12-23T22:57:00.002+08:002010-12-23T22:59:47.492+08:00My life in 2010…<span style="color: white;">The title of this post says it all ~ My life in 2010..</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Am I proud of my achievement this year? Hardly…</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">This year has been one most happening year in my life. I’ve been here and there, done this and that, and still, arguably, this is not the pinnacle I’ve always anticipated..</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Why?</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Because the moments in my life breezes in and out of my thoughts and I was left empty. I do recall many sweet and fond memories of the happenings in my life this year ~ but none sticks into my head. It’s like having your memory card flashed out, and at the end, you’re down with only blurry memories of where and when the moment happened. I kept checking on what is wrong. Maybe there’s some medical explanation to this, so I thought, but then, someone told me to really search inside my soul. Left no stones unturned, face your deepest guilt and your weaknesses, she said.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">She’s true.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">I am virtually a guy who had fallen from grace. Here I am prostrating on my blooming career, making three steps instead of crawling in the ladder of success. I smiled and smiled and smiled for all those praises I’ve received. Yes, professionally I am successful.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Spiritually ~ I am a dud.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">I always forgot that there’s a powerful force driving me through all of that. There’s reasons to understand that what have had happened entirely in my life was not spontaneous but has been fated to me. There’s give ~ and take ~ with strings attached. But I failed, most of the time, to show how grateful I am to God for all that have had happened in this puny life of mine. </span><br />
<span style="color: white;">So here I am ~ with a smile and with an unhappy heart. </span><br />
<span style="color: white;">I never wanted to be ‘casted out’ from God’s Grace. Never. I never wanted to be alone, in times of trials and tribulations, in moments of happiness and joy. But it’s a mistake I’ve done too many times this year…</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">I’ve forgotten Him one too many times…</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">God, don’t leave me.. I need you…</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEQ6eMUzpfrSd3DhLKwLiQZ4NLOrPO6lS9AQvv-Vy0l8V1GFYUBuui6qeLmGZ1D37k_8fQKSSrzQtEpJkXe0Mtzq65bwGkp1TvxaXprO8s7LCpe9eUrrtStY4nCWO8hidreOI-BOPaFfm/s1600-h/Saved%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="Saved" border="0" height="190" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TRNjY3StKfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/hCLQNzneUsQ/Saved_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Saved" width="240" /></a>Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-6853688821379520672010-12-22T18:22:00.001+08:002010-12-22T18:22:33.943+08:00Bermain dengan hatiku<div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:365125e0-c051-451a-bcbc-4f6fb67b4f45" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="86d1986f-63a4-4637-80af-6938fafb4ba3" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ra8U4tXu8FU" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TRHRaGZa4LI/AAAAAAAAAUY/cuW0vWPXktw/video55bff52165b8%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('86d1986f-63a4-4637-80af-6938fafb4ba3'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/ra8U4tXu8FU&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/ra8U4tXu8FU&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p><font color="#ffffff">Entah berapa lama <br />Aku menunggu <br />Kau buat ku percaya <br />Kau inginkan aku</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Apa maumu bermain dengan hatiku <br />Kau beri harapan untuk kau remukkan <br />Berulang kali</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Pernah aku berpikir <br />Ini tak mungkin <br />Lalu kau datang lagi <br />Membutakan aku <br />courtesy of TopLyrics.Info <br />Apa maumu bermain dengan hatiku <br />Kau beri harapan untuk kau remukkan <br />Berulang kali</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Kau tahu aku terlalu menginginkanmu <br />Hingga ku biarkan hati kau hancurkan <br />Untuk ku satukan lagi dan ku berikan padamu</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Kau tahu aku terlalu menginginkanmu <br />Hingga ku biarkan hati kau hancurkan <br />Untuk ku satukan lagi dan ku berikan padamu</font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">Dan tetap menunggu</font></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-34726731736351731782010-12-22T00:38:00.001+08:002010-12-22T00:38:04.323+08:00Sesame Street On Scrubs<p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:41b088e1-2bca-4fd0-926b-8283e78f3040" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="b81df975-e3c9-444d-a42c-6b3ca0d4aebd" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vx4chPKwcbY&feature=related" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TRDX6kZ95DI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zASFuWRJEtw/videod4d55b5e47de%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('b81df975-e3c9-444d-a42c-6b3ca0d4aebd'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/vx4chPKwcbY&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/vx4chPKwcbY&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> </p> <p>There’s one thing about US Medical TV Shows that intrigues me this much, and that one thing is on how they can actually relates ‘Sesame Street’ in their show. This is a rendition of the ‘Sunny Day’ song by Joshua Radin on Scrubs. Love this ♥♥♥</p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-53990536510851616582010-12-21T23:33:00.001+08:002010-12-21T23:33:03.242+08:00My 2011 Feng Shui Outlook<p><a name="top"><font color="#ffffff">Do you know the 2011 outlook for the Monkey zodiac person in the 2011 rabbit year horoscope? What are the fortunes for the Monkey in the 2011 Chinese astrology Monkey predictions? There are much to be learnt from the wisdom of the east through the 2011 Monkey horoscope predictions as the readings will give us the wealth, health and romance secrets for those who are born in the Year of the Monkey. The personality and characteristic of the Monkey will tell us their strengths and weaknesses and thus we will know the 2011 feng shui outlook for those with the Monkey zodiac sign. Use this complete 2011 astrological guide for the Monkey in the Year of the Rabbit to make the metal rabbit year your best and most prosperous year. Use these Monkey astrology predictions to your best advantage. <br /></font></a></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">The 2011 Year of the Rabbit will bring many happy moments for the Monkey. Since Monkey are known to be intelligent, well read and smart, they will most likely enjoy good career developments in the rabbit year. The Monkey are good and convincing talker and they like to participate in discussions and debate. The rabbit year will be very rewarding for them if they are in the PR business. The Monkey will sometimes achieve their aims quicker that other zodiac animals because they are seen to be more cunning, crafty and occasionally dishonest. They have so much charm that others tend to fall for their tricks. Monkey may have so much confidence in themselves that they rarely listen to others and this may sometimes caused their own downfall. The Monkey in 2011 need to address this negative aspect of the lives. <br /></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">The 2011 Monkey horoscope predicts a good rabbit year for the Monkey because they are seen as the master of self-preservation. Monkey will have good wealth luck as they are known to have many diverse talents that could bring in more income in the metal rabbit year. More diversification means more money and getting rich faster. The Monkey loved their freedom and will become unhappy if they tied down by rules and regulations. They sometimes find it hard to concentrate on a single task when the task becomes boring. They can easily become distracted when a new opportunity arises. Monkey can find true love and romance with those who have the signs of the Dragon, Goat, Pig and Rat. More </font><a href="http://www.aguidetoasia.com/rss/index.php?itemid=1271"><font color="#ffffff">Dragon horoscope in 2011</font></a> <font color="#ffffff">here. hereThe Monkey must avoid the Tiger since the Tiger will have little patience with their tricks. <br /></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">T</font><font color="#ffffff">he Metal Monkey who are born in 20th February 1920 to 7th February 1921 or in 16th February 1980 to 4th February 1981 will have a good chance to achieve some positive results according to the 2011 Chinese horoscope rabbit year predictions because they are very strong-willed people. The Metal Monkey set about everything they do with dogged determination. Their wealth will keep on increasing because they are very astute in financial matters and have the ability to choose the best investments. <br />The 2011 astrological forecasts for the Water Monkey tell us that they are prepared to work towards a specific goal rather than be distracted by new openings. They are more likely to get the rewards because unfinished tasks usually signaled failure. The Water Monkey, born between 6th February 1932 to 25th January 1933 or between 4th February 1992 to 22nd January 1993, can be sensitive to criticism and this may prevent others from telling them the truth about their projects. <br /></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">If your birthdate is between 25th January 1944 to 12th February 1945 or between 22nd January 2004 to 8th February 2005, then your Chinese zodiac animal sign will be the Wood Monkey. The Wood Monkey horoscope in 2011 rabbit year predicts a good period for the Wood Monkey as they are very efficient, methodical and conscientious when carrying out their work. They are not afraid to take risks and are held in great esteem by their friends and colleagues. However, when things do not go their way, the Wood Monkey can get really agitated. <br /></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">The 2011 rabbit outlook for the Fire Monkey is very positive. The Fire</font> <font color="#ffffff">Monkey are born between 12th February 1956 to 30th January 1957 and their competitive nature will allow then to succeed in the Year of the Rabbit. The Fire Monkey are intelligent and will have no problem commanding the respect of the colleagues at the workplace. The only disadvantage seen in the personality of the Fire Monkey is that they can have wide interests and may be easily distracted. <br /></font></p> <p><font color="#ffffff">The Earth Monkey who are born in 30th January 1968 to 16th February 1969 can be very distinguished in their chosen line of work as they tend to have lucky career luck. The Earth Monkey are less outgoing and prefer quieter pursuits. The metal rabbit year will be financially good to them as seen in the 2011 Monkey Chinese astrology predictions because they are successful in handling financial matters and have the chance to become very rich in the future. The Earth Monkey are usually well liked by their families and acquaintances.</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TRDIpm0hv0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Mmrl6_vvVOw/s1600-h/chinese_zodiac_monkey_400x300%5B2%5D.gif"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="chinese_zodiac_monkey_400x300" border="0" alt="chinese_zodiac_monkey_400x300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCzL0P78W2Q7bWsuMuY9tpOiVOur0WsNzmf1HYbbJVOowlocf8nr_mjA84qHmZ4Vp-PS8zVdAH9XAjs2kMHmms-SaH-yK0WLN1WiJv2-8Z96gx2NMAbrfCH1rUocEaWNRGKJGmyyG1iG7/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>source: <a title="http://www.aguidetoasia.com/rss/index.php?itemid=1295" href="http://www.aguidetoasia.com/rss/index.php?itemid=1295">http://www.aguidetoasia.com/rss/index.php?itemid=1295</a></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-57919391262049702812010-12-19T12:30:00.001+08:002010-12-19T12:30:51.029+08:00Yuletide Spirit<p>It is 5 days, 12 hours, 3 minutes and counting before Christmas day. My friend Shane posted on her wall telling that the town seems to be quiet with less cars and people. Not a very typical Keningau setting, because this little town is always bustling with life all year round.</p> <p>Well, perhaps, not for today.</p> <p>If you’re a chap born and raised or you’ve worked and lived here in Keningau, you’ll catch the drift. But I guess it is pretty much like any other places. Now is the time when everyone will start to work their butts and end their day in beer or any of that sort. Canopies and camps would be erected, house would be sparkling clean, family starts gathering in anticipation of Christmas Day. Homes well decked with fake Christmas trees, plastic mistletoes, colors toned up to red and green, just nice to jumpstart the Christmas mood. It’s the ultimate Christmas concoction.</p> <p>We do not have snow here, but with all the family members gathering, you can actually feel the warmth of unity and the love shared as one family that it makes you feel all cozy inside. </p> <p>Yep, that’s the Yuletide Spirit.</p> <p>As a child Christmas was an exciting event, but now as an adult it feels like a chore. Christmas has changed so much in recent years for me, that I don’t look forward to it anymore. It’s to commercial and people don’t think about the real meaning of Christmas. <br />In the 1980’s when I was a child , I couldn’t wait for Christmas and all that goes along with it. Family was a very important part of the season. We had cousins, aunts, uncles, even people I never met that were related to us came over to our house. I can remember watching the women making all kinds of biscuits, the men prepping and decking the house, and all of us kids messing around. The entire family would eat dinner together, obviously I sat at the kid table. Through out Christmas Eve, their was a lot of music playing ,laughter, and warmth. Once everyone ate and it started to get late, it was time to put the kids to bed. I would try really hard to go to bed, but I was so excited it was difficult. So I would stay up and try to listen to the adult conversations.</p> <p>Then as the next day dawns on us, we would all sports our newest clothes, pampered ourselves and went to the church for the Christmas Mass. The sheer enjoyment, that wonderful, intense aura of joy ~ </p> <p>Christmas. It is about the birth of Jesus Christ, and with that in mind, we gathered together united as a family. As the evening approached, the smell of Christmas dinner excited me. This was the time I had waited for all day. My stomach rumbled with hunger and I could smell the roasted chicken, mashed potatoes and the sight of the colorful foods ; it was wonderful. The supply of food was tremendous, more than I could ever imagine. The table looked like a royal feast. The sparkling crystal, beautiful arrangement of flowers placed so neatly in the middle of the table and the light brown of the glazed turkey made our eyes gleam with anticipation. The family gathered around the spectacular table setting, and my Uncle said grace. When the feasting began, the room turned silent, as everyone savored every breath-taking bite. Christmas dinner is the best meal of the year, because so much time and effort is put into making everything perfect. Every year after Christmas, I think about how the holiday means so much more than Santa, parades, and singing. It truly is about celebrating Jesus Christ, having family unity and eating Christmas dinner as a family. I will never forget the years.</p> <p>Yep, that’s the Yuletide Spirit. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TQ2Kc3EgXqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_gsz5FzxgbU/s1600-h/yuletide%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="yuletide" border="0" alt="yuletide" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Rr-7CtTZDOuFYrva8E2pQBIVYHGrX0nFhFabTeEV6Cs_Ih1a8iBrHYD6o3EAelzI_5t21nZpCSpZIJDDluTJK20V3Kbjr5aJCglOSAvxoy3sjQ0Az-RuDXOQOTW7L24giM74z5G1Nr91/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="185" /></a></p> <p align="center">Merry Christmas Friends ^^</p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-46071168871944417552010-12-19T01:39:00.001+08:002010-12-19T01:39:46.362+08:00A Snap Of Thoughts<p>It is 1 am. I have not yet taken my bath ~ but it’s okay ^^</p> <p>There’s not much to say about this post, it’s just that I need to let out and so I hope everything is okay.</p> <p>My best friend’s mother passed away this week. It came as a shock to me. Though I did not met his mother and get to know her more, her loss seems to have an impact on me. My friend Lu Tze Fui, was a close friend of mine. We spent our college days together. He was, well, a momma’s boy, while I was a wild card, and was able to cope and adjust to my immediate surroundings rather easily. The demise of Lu’s mom have had a greater impact on him, since he was so close to his mom than he is to his dad. I feel your sadness too my friend, and I pray that you will have all the courage in this world to go on with life as usual.</p> <p>“ Kepada mereka yang masih mempunyai ibu dan bapa, hargailah dan sayangilah mereka”</p> <p>Lu posted this in his Facebook wall last week. I could only say ‘how true’. It makes me reflect back the first week of my holidays, where I suffered a nasty burn on my calf. Mom was the one patiently took charge cleaning and dressing my wound, with all the tender and care and love, until it healed. I wished I could do more to show her I appreciated her care, rather than just a mere ‘Thank You’. </p> <p>Funny that someone’s loss makes you feel more close to the one you love so much. But I guess that is how things worked out, as God have had wanted it to be. </p> <p>Sometimes things were not as rosy between me and mom; most of the times, we would disagree on how things are done, and sometimes I would trade barbs with mom over some opinions for all what is worth. </p> <p>But as I grow older, I know mom is always right, no matter how impossible it is to refute them. Obviously since Mom, being brought up in a compassionate, ultra-conservative surrounding held to her principals, while I, being a free, open minded person, stands out as a perfect opposite to her.</p> <p>It won’t be that way, anymore. </p> <p>I love you mommy, and I don’t care if the world shuns me as an overgrown momma’s boy. I will forever be your momma’s boy mom.  </p> <p>I thank God not for the wealth of money and Gold, but the most precious gift of all ~ my mom, whom I find tender, loving care within.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtd9Rk62pQWMIC3eh1eBhAejUBsE6FWz9_EE9ZaZ0XBksAn2Zv5k1p3I14HuWZjDqVHdwJdA4GjM6j1rz69dU7KlG5v8FKdeeJMsqL8T0pBs-1UsiII-oTNXlG-C4oN4vubaU8UbG6Tv4T/s1600-h/Mom%20and%20Dad%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Mom and Dad" border="0" alt="Mom and Dad" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TQzx4HMr_KI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IOOxBH_HD7c/Mom%20and%20Dad_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="197" height="244" /></a></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-2965975377855128392010-12-12T22:12:00.001+08:002010-12-12T22:12:05.162+08:00Christmas is in the air … but…<p>Apart from the occasional torrential rainy season, yes, Christmas is looming in the horizon </p> <p>And maybe, not the best Christmas celebration for me, though : ( ….</p> <p>When everyone is prepping themselves for Christmas, I find myself looming over the thoughts that this coming Yuletide celebration, I won’t be having my beloved sister around to celebrate it with..</p> <p>Since she will be working on the 26th, the decision came that she would celebrate Christmas at her fiancé's home, and with her examinations just around the corner, well, the tidings did not favor us, since she wants to study and all…</p> <p>For a close knit family, I think most of you would understand the feeling of not having your loved ones beside you during this festive season. I may sound childish, and rather selfish, but sometimes, I find myself hard to adjust with these changes.</p> <p>In fact, this would be our first time celebrating Christmas away from each other since we were kids.. that awkward feelings clinging onto you ~ It doesn’t help much, in fact, I felt a bit saddened inside..</p> <p>Well, too bad, she will be happily married next year, so inasmuch, I must learn to cope with this little changes in my family. I knew deep inside me that she’s trying as hard as it is to cope with this changes too, but for the sake of happiness, I think we must let the changes settle in. </p> <p>For my dearest sister, Joyce, just remember that our love for you will lighten your Christmas day, and I promise, we’ll have it like our childhood days again next year ^^</p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-69707202190431915662010-10-26T18:38:00.001+08:002010-10-26T18:38:40.817+08:00Times Of Your Life<p align="center"> </p> <p align="center">Good morning, yesterday <br />You wake up and time has slipped away <br />And suddenly it's hard to find <br />The memories you left behind <br />Remember, do you remember?</p> <p align="center"> <br />The laughter and the tears <br />The shadows of misty yesteryears <br />The good times and the bad you've seen <br />And all the others in between <br />Remember, do you remember <br />The times of your life? (do you remember?)</p> <p align="center"> <br />Reach out for the joy and the sorrow <br />Put them away in your mind <br />The mem'ries are time that you borrow <br />To spend when you get to tomorrow</p> <p align="center"> <br />Here comes the saddest part (comes the saddest part) <br />The seasons are passing one by one <br />So gather moments while you may <br />Collect the dreams you dream today <br />Remember, will you remember</p> <p align="center">The times of your life ….</p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-33376818033721114602010-10-21T23:54:00.001+08:002010-10-21T23:54:40.961+08:00Exam, Exam, Exam …<p>Now I know why I hated exams when I was a student myself. </p> <p>I know it was a nerve breaking ordeal, and that one part of student life I would not want to repeat anymore.</p> <p>The ordeal, the suspense …  especially when it comes to report card, which I did consecutively signed myself sometimes, because my folks would just go ballistic upon seeing all the botches I have made on some subject … </p> <p>The same thing applies to me as a teacher, now. I hate exams because of the two reasons aforementioned; the ordeal, the suspense…</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TMBh7jxNVuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_JIuMm7clO0/s1600-h/21102010%28002%29%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="21102010(002)" border="0" alt="21102010(002)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TMBh9Pyx4HI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8i3p_phVN-g/21102010%28002%29_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /></a></p> <p>The ordeal is when you get to check examination papers this thick, and when results are required in a nick of time =.= ( at this time of blogging, there are two more papers on PE for the final leg of the examination .. *sigh )</p> <p><strong>The Suspense?</strong></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TMBiDnOlmuI/AAAAAAAAASA/bzOJuSjwbiE/s1600-h/21102010%28003%29%5B23%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="21102010(003)" border="0" alt="21102010(003)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TMBiGqb6sJI/AAAAAAAAASE/TXY0tyvAmCU/21102010%28003%29_thumb%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>The suspense is when you did not expect your not so average, 11 years old to score 33 out of 40 for his/her English Paper 1…</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TMBiOYii6PI/AAAAAAAAASI/aMLs2FPQcdU/s1600-h/21102010%28005%29%5B14%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="21102010(005)" border="0" alt="21102010(005)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TMBiPpbMVrI/AAAAAAAAASM/ycsbBoUV7HY/21102010%28005%29_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>…. and still, after all the efforts you have given throughout the year, there bound to be a student or two, who would dwindle from an average C to a stupid E … which makes you feel as if you want to just throw them out of the classroom windows…</p> <p>and I know I’ll need some valium or any pain killer on standby … cuz I haven’t gone through their P2s yet, and for sure, I’ll lose a bit of my sanity…</p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-81397967874704944622010-10-20T23:01:00.001+08:002010-10-20T23:01:57.274+08:00New Me ~ Hopefully<p>Seriously guys, for a teacher, there’s nothing more than a heartfelt welcome to the year end’s holiday, after nearly a whole year of toiling sweats, not to mention exasperating parents, and those frequently agitating students. </p> <p>Hopefully I won’t be blogging about how the holidays rots on me though, for this school break, I’ve planned to do things that I’ve wanted to do all this while..</p> <p>Like for example … toning down my Double Extra Large chubby self to a fully fledged Medium Sized Guy. Yes, that is my priority now, since I’ll be having a fresh athletics team next year, I need to be well-shaped so that coaching them will be easier ~ rather than breaking your back in the process. </p> <p>and I’ve managed to keep up to my side of the bargain in this weight loss thingy ~ I’ve been procrastinating myself from all those fast foods especially those oil laden chicken breasts, burgers filled with mayo, and those fries … </p> <p>and I’ve cut down my sugar intake, and have had been gulping over gallons of water ; a lesson well learned after a week of pain and agony ( a calculi (bladder stone) got stuck somewhere in my urethra and It was like a walk to hell every time I want to pee… It went out a week later, and I promised myself NOT to EVER-EVER get into such trouble again..</p> <p>and I need to quit smoking ~ ten years of smoking galore is enough, cause it will take me fifteen years to get my lungs fully purged from the nicotine and other stuff. </p> <p>With that, I hope to see the new me next year ~ but then, holidays are filled with temptations,  hopefully I’ll be able to get over that before anything else ^^</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TL8EWF8xKHI/AAAAAAAAARw/BYMvVFzSKhI/s1600-h/44n%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="44n" border="0" alt="44n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TL8EYSNW9UI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PdNy9jTzbUE/44n_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200" /></a></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289372378633769308.post-66740664594106851192010-10-19T20:24:00.001+08:002010-10-19T20:24:19.963+08:00My Rambling October and my wildest Imagination kenen…<p>Yes, October 2010 has been a rambling month.</p> <p>Forget about the fucking parents, October is like a spot reserved for teachers in hell, cuz there’s a lot of works to be done. And Exams..</p> <p>And I HATE EXAMS..</p> <p>Not only that I have to cover 92 students x 8 Papers, I HATE IT even more to do those other menial tasks ~ Headcounts, Performance Analysis, <em>Final Semester Report..</em> I prefer blabbering for 2 hours in my class, rather than sitting in the Staffroom, fiddling with your calculator, typing your analysis, and having a flat butt after all that long sitting hours.. I was a totally darken out noob when it comes to mathematics, lest it be in statistics, a subject I nearly flopped during my Semester VI internship in Kent College.</p> <p>[ holding my breath ] arrrgh..I hate those statistics… =.=</p> <p>So I decided to fleet away in my dreamiest of dreams and rekindle with the material side of me. Sometimes, it’s therapeutic ^^ most of the times, it would be like committing suicide, especially when your dream comes true, and your wallet (and account) runs kaput. </p> <p>What do I want to reward myself this year..hrmm.. okay, let’s play along with this one..this is one game I liked most, the <em>kunun-kunun </em>game. I learned this from a counsellor I met during one of those National Level English Course.. First, visualise the things you wanted most ( if you have the brochure, the picture of that particular item, the better), look at it and visualise you are using it. Feel the tangible feeling when you imagined those items, and at the end, simply say<em> </em><strong><em>kunun-kunun lah </em>hehe.</strong></p> <p>It’s simple, it goes like this…</p> <p align="left">Me: I want …  ( a very long ‘want’)<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TL2NxRnB_2I/AAAAAAAAARY/JbjQHtsgqkI/s1600-h/blackberry_9000_bold%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="blackberry_9000_bold" border="0" alt="blackberry_9000_bold" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TL2NzUjRQBI/AAAAAAAAARc/CyzU2GG7ix4/blackberry_9000_bold_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong> A Blackberry 9000 Bold</strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><em>Kalau dapat la kunun…hehehehe ^^</em></strong></p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVunqI335uNsIhaZwbvK6GXP2qJrD99nywre5nMpWj09VqFPQsESe9mhiZIFJ67WUb1SGLfiLgBtRwYbKrY7tdczHgg3V4Jb766UvfjiabJvm__H5NX6NlnvjWh4bCNpVa72gWFJ_LAxFO/s1600-h/Sony-Alpha-A55-DSLR-angle%5B34%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Sony-Alpha-A55-DSLR-angle" border="0" alt="Sony-Alpha-A55-DSLR-angle" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TL2N3u4slwI/AAAAAAAAARk/Eh2kPg1adKo/Sony-Alpha-A55-DSLR-angle_thumb%5B32%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="190" /></a></p> <p align="center">A Sony Alpha a55v </p> <p align="center"><em><strong>Itupun kalau la dapat kunun..hehehehe ^^</strong></em></p> <p align="left">ahhh, this is very soothing… then, you can start visualising those thing you would dream of, then, voila, sometimes, your dreams would come true.. after you’ve worked hard on it, unconsciously. I did this, and that’s how I got my dream DSLR, among other things I’ve always wanted ^^ I don’t know what psychologists would coin this, but being materialistic sometimes works many wonders ^^</p> <p align="left">Strange, but it does work…</p> <p align="left">Okey, I’m visualizing this, and I want a …. </p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TL2N5wMUlqI/AAAAAAAAARo/CsBLaYEaq1w/s1600-h/proton-waja-lancer%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="proton-waja-lancer" border="0" alt="proton-waja-lancer" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kFh0uqeE4FA/TL2N8G7b9vI/AAAAAAAAARs/pMfMxeHa2A4/proton-waja-lancer_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="335" height="191" /></a> </p> <p align="center"><strong>Proton Inspira V1 …yaaaaiiiii….mangkali…hahahaha ^^</strong></p> Master Mervynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780768888635248684noreply@blogger.com0