Just A Few Words

J.J. Redick: The Magic Man

2010-11-21T11:46:00.002+08:00

Not many people have heard of JJ Redick. That's mostly because he hasn't been playing a lot of minutes for the Orlando Magic. Only recently has he been given the opportunity to showcase his talents. He was an All-American in high school and scored 43 points in the Finals of the Virginia State Championship. He was then recruited by the Duke Blue Devils. At the college level, he was known for his outstanding shooting ability and perfect shooting form. As soon as he released the ball, you knew it was going in. The only way to stop him from scoring is to prevent him from getting the ball. Now in the NBA, he was initially a bench-warmer due to his lack of defense and natural athleticism. But now Jeff van Gundy has realized his potential and has awarded him more playing time which has resulted in an exponential increase in his points tally. Watching him shoot is like magic. I guess it is only fitting that the Orlando Magic drafted him back in 2006, for the namesake of the magic he portrays in his shot. He is truly a phenomenon, not only in terms of basketball, but also his determination and work ethic. In college, he was often taunted by opposition fans. They threatened him, made hate calls, made anti-Redick T-shirts, etc. But he shut them up through his play on the court. That's what really counts. What you do on the court. He is a true baller.

Malaccan

2010-11-20T10:42:00.000+08:00

It's been exactly two months since I registered in Malacca. Time flies by, mind you. Rase macam baru last week register..

Orang dulu-dulu cakap: "Pejam celik pejam celik dah banyak masa berlalu.."

Orang putih pulak cakap: "Like Chipsmore... Now you see it, now you don't.."

Haha.. That's besides the point.

Posting kat Melaka ni boleh la tahan busy.. Kalau nak compare dengan posting kat Manipal dulu memang jauh beza la. haha.. Manipal tu standard heaven la (in terms of posting sahaja ok? Dun get the wrong idea pulak.. I am so glad to be back in Malaysia!!)

Ni belum posting Muar lagi nih, entah2 nanti tak sempat bangun awal buat naye je..

Aku rase Melaka ni tempat die best jugak.. Tak sibuk sangat, tapi takla sunyi macam ghost town pulak.. Kadang2 weekend tu kalau setakat nak release tension tu mmg byk la tempat nak pegi.. Zoo ke, Taman Rama2 ke, A. Famosa ke.. haha.. Senang cite just nice la untuk family punye environment. Layan jugak kalau aku migrate to Melaka in the future nanti hehe..

Study? Well, aku x payah la nak pura-pura rajin kan. haha. Memang aku suke study last minute and procrastinate and sume sifat2 negatif yg sewaktu dengannya.. Harap2 dapat berubah la in the near future sebab dgn rate study aku skarang, confirm kene S.O.B nanti dekat2 nak exam.. Haha.
(*Perhatian: S.O.B = shortness of breath.. bukan son of a b***h)

Apsal aku tulis post ni? Entahla.. Dah bosan kot. Biasenye aku tulis poem je kat sini haha.. Ni la jadinye bile weekend x balik Bangi terchenta~~~

Di sini aku jugak nak mendoakan kejayaan adik aku yg nak amek SPM beberapa hari je lagi.. Walaupun die mmg confirm xkan bace blog ni haha.. Owh, doa ditujukan jugak utk adik2 korang yg tgh bace ni kalaw ade la.. Org Jawa kate, "It's the thought that counts, right?"

Aku rase aku merapu je banyak ni.. Sebab lapar kot haha.. Baru kul 10.30 am.. Brunch la jawabnye.. Jom jalan2 cari makan~~~

Wassalam..

Cry of the Abandoned

2010-07-22T22:45:00.000+08:00

What grief have I brought,
To deserve such injustice?

What rule did I break,
To be so shunned and unwanted?

What sin have I committed,
To feel so lonely and abandoned?

What pain have I caused,
To deserve such heartless treatment?

You left me out in the cold,
To hide your lustful error.

You murdered me before my first breath,
To relieve your future burden.

You took away my life,
To protect your name and pride.

You left me with the dogs and garbage,
To cry and rot and die.

Do babies get a free pass to heaven?
I hope I do.

I don't know where or who you are,
I don't know your motive for leaving me.

But one thing I do know.

I might be disfigured,
I might be unwanted,
But your blood flows through my veins,
and that makes me a human being.

If perhaps a miracle were to happen,
Rescuing me from this horrid nightmare,
and I grow up to lead a decent life,
There is only one thing I would wish for:
That I am nothing like you.

I wonder how you sleep at night,
Knowing that you killed me?

Yours Truly,
The Abandoned One

A Perspective Often Missed

2010-07-22T20:20:00.000+08:00

Disclaimer: This is not my own work. All credit goes to the original creator.

If Only

2010-07-14T02:45:00.000+08:00

If only I could tell you this,
My life would truly be a bliss.

The words I really wish to say,
Far inside, all locked away.

I wrote this little poem tonight,
I hope it gives you much delight.

Even when I'm not in sight,
My love will still be shining bright.

The thought is always on my mind,
That you are my eternal sunshine.

You give me strength, you give me will,
With you, my entire world stands still.

You lift me up,
and wipe away my tears.
You give me security,
and conquer all my fears.

To you my dear,
I pledge my heart and loyalty.
I love you so,
Without knowing any boundary.

Life's Deception

2010-07-13T15:13:00.000+08:00

As I close my eyes,
There is only emptiness ahead of me.

The world is spinning along an awkward axis.

My soul longs to be free,
But only restlessness keeps me company.

All this while,
Something is desperately missing.
My heart throbs violently for it.

The burning pain,
Slowly eating away at my soul.

I long to be free.

Faces have become mere shapes,
Names have become mere words,
Feelings have become insignificant,
Time and place know no boundary.

And yet,
My soul longs to be free.

What kind of trap have we gotten into?
Meticulously disguised wiith promises of love,
Of success and power we were blinded,
The illumination too bright for our eyes,
The strength we boast is of no more.

Would we want to dream, if it wasn't true?
Would we want to breathe, if it was our last breath?
Would we want to speak, if it were our last words?
Would we fall I wonder, even if it hurt?
Would we love, if it never lasted?
Would we sacrifice, if it counted for nothing?
What would we do, if doing was not enough?

Goodbyes only worsen the heartache,
A false hope in the midst of opportunities.

A picture might be worth a thousand words,
But a word is no penny's worth.

And that, my friend,
is life's biggest deception.

If not lived like how it's meant to be lived,
If not grasped like a tree rooted to the ground.

Suddenly...

You will grow old,
You will be all alone,
And you will have nothing.

A Really Short Love Poem

2010-07-13T01:30:00.000+08:00

The sky can be blue,
If we really want it to.

The ocean can be yellow,
If we really desire so.

Our hearts can combine,
If that's what we have in mind.

Our love can succeed,
If that's what we really need.

I can be yours,
If you will be mine.
This life can be ours,
And we will do fine.

The pain will give way,
to endless joy and pleasure,
If we stay on our feet,
and hang on to each other.

A Beautiful Death

2010-07-12T23:58:00.000+08:00

Life is what we make of it.
The people we choose to connect with,
The choices we make,
The obstacles we maneuver around,
The plans that we lay out.

If there's anything that anyone knows about life, it is this:
life is the best of both extremes.
We laugh, we cry, we bleed, we heal,
we love, we lose, we go mad.
But we keep cheering for more.
It is a drug that feeds our very existence.

The people that have it, don't want it,
Those who are about to run out, yearn for more.

No scientist can predict it's longevity,
None that can prevent its end either.

Life is glorious,
It is wonderful,
It keeps the world spinning,
It is laden with emotions.

People often talk about what they want in their lives,
Or how blissfully happy they are.
But few ever talk about death.

Is it because we fear it?
Are we afraid our loved ones will succumb to it?
What if it takes us before we are ready?
What then?

What lies beyond, we do not know.
There is no certainty about death.
It is autonomous.
It is difficult to predict,
and impossible to plan for.

The life that we so cherish,
despite all it's glory and glamour,
Does have a sad ending after all.

It's called death and it is terribly unkind.
It rips apart your hopes,
It murders your dreams,
It brings sorrow.

And yet,
They call it "a beautiful death".
It makes you wonder doesn't it?
How something so awful can also be so serene, peaceful.
Perhaps it is because we know that they are off to a better place.

Why wait I say.
Why not use this life to prepare for the next?
If our birth was already beautiful,
then our death should be even more.
Death doesn't have to be our saviour or our escape.
It can simply be a medium.
To a place far greater than any man's wish.

Make this life a memorable one,
One that you can be proud of,
One that will serve you well for the next.

See with your heart,
not just your eye.
Talk less, speak more.
Hear less, listen more.
Judge less, trust more.
Curse less, pray more.
Frown less, smile more.
And all good things shall be yours.

This is your life.
You only get one chance.
Live it well.
Earn your beautiful death.