I HAVE NOW GOT WINDOWS 7.....
YAYYYYYYY
AND I HAVE A BRAND NEW LAPTOP....
YAYYYYYYYY
Is Clenbuterol Legal in the United States?
6 years ago
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
back from training!
WOW....
now THIS is why i have so much faith in the youth trainings... everytime i go, i can be sure that i will emerge a totally different person. everytime i go, i shed a little of the world from me, and take a little more life in me. Lord, help me to grow in life! I want Your life within me to mature and blossom!
celine, rachel and jane (jelly) were my spiritual companions throughout the training. eunice was too, but she left early for a squash tourney =(
i must say, the Lord really knows how to discpline us and teach us to take the way of the cross... celine, rach and jane were all staying on the first floor, but i was on the third floor. it was a burden! not only did that mean that i was amongst a lot of "unknowns" but also i was so far away from my dear companions! i was also the oldest youth in my room (i'm considered form 6) and during the training, sister Yee Fong left which made ME the "serving one" for our room!
however, all this serving one position-filling stuff just perfected my shepherding. i learnt to be more strict with my time management since now i had to be the pattern for the younger sisters to follow. if they saw me staying up late, so would they! so i had to make sure they shared and prayed adequately before going to bed and getting some proper rest.
it wasn't all fun and games in my room... it was difficult for me to blend with them since they were mostly lower youth and the only other upper youth was very quiet.... but i still prayed for them, and as the days went by, i noticed they started warming up to each other. even jayne (the quiet upper youth) became more open and exercised. Praise the Lord!
all in all, i really experienced the Lord's provision, wisdom and sovereignty in every environment that he placed me in. Lord, I love you.
now THIS is why i have so much faith in the youth trainings... everytime i go, i can be sure that i will emerge a totally different person. everytime i go, i shed a little of the world from me, and take a little more life in me. Lord, help me to grow in life! I want Your life within me to mature and blossom!
celine, rachel and jane (jelly) were my spiritual companions throughout the training. eunice was too, but she left early for a squash tourney =(
i must say, the Lord really knows how to discpline us and teach us to take the way of the cross... celine, rach and jane were all staying on the first floor, but i was on the third floor. it was a burden! not only did that mean that i was amongst a lot of "unknowns" but also i was so far away from my dear companions! i was also the oldest youth in my room (i'm considered form 6) and during the training, sister Yee Fong left which made ME the "serving one" for our room!
however, all this serving one position-filling stuff just perfected my shepherding. i learnt to be more strict with my time management since now i had to be the pattern for the younger sisters to follow. if they saw me staying up late, so would they! so i had to make sure they shared and prayed adequately before going to bed and getting some proper rest.
it wasn't all fun and games in my room... it was difficult for me to blend with them since they were mostly lower youth and the only other upper youth was very quiet.... but i still prayed for them, and as the days went by, i noticed they started warming up to each other. even jayne (the quiet upper youth) became more open and exercised. Praise the Lord!
all in all, i really experienced the Lord's provision, wisdom and sovereignty in every environment that he placed me in. Lord, I love you.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
karma much
i've never really appreciated what my mum does for me. i mean, "appreciate" is so ambiguous. how do we actually "appreciate" something?
do we merely say things like "thank you" and "that's wonderful" and "i really needed that" and other niceties when people do things for us? wouldn't that just be forced ceremonial utterance?
how do we "appreciate"? what do people mean when they say "you should appreciate ______ more rather than take it/her/him/me/them for granted"? what i'm really trying to say is, when is it that we don't appreciate? if we don't express our gratitude every hour or even every day, does that make us spoilt brats?
okay, that may be taking it a LEEDLE bit too far. i must admit that at times, it's easy to forget Who made you and Who you should really be thanking. I think we show gratitude towards all the wrong people, and none towards those who really deserve it. Take God for instance. If we can experientally realize what He had to go through to save us from eternal perdition, we would genuinely fall to the ground and declare ourselves unworthy of His love. But the thing is, He showed it to us anyway. And that's what has captured so many lovers of Christ.
Anyway, back to the mum thang. i bought some asam laksa for her this afternoon because i thought it would be very grown-up of me to do so. i especially enjoyed callin gher on my mobile and asking her (with a lot of noise in the background, thus showing how busy i was) if she'd fancy some laksa for lunch. so i bought it, as well as some tasty lekur.
Later on, as she was preparing it, she said, "Aiya. Have to go soon (for sisters' meeting). Shouldn't have asked you to buy the laksa. It doesn't even look that good, anyway."
OHHHH i was offended. i was like, erm excuse me? i trudged around in that damansara place in the hot hot sun to buy that laksa for you and now you're telling me it doesn't look good???"
OH HOW DAAAARE YOU!!!
then i realized, how many times have i not appreciated the food my mum buys or makes for me? it made me think about all those portions of salmon oat porridge i made faces at.... those 101 "healthy" vegetables my mum cooked out the Encyclopedia of Veggies....
do we merely say things like "thank you" and "that's wonderful" and "i really needed that" and other niceties when people do things for us? wouldn't that just be forced ceremonial utterance?
how do we "appreciate"? what do people mean when they say "you should appreciate ______ more rather than take it/her/him/me/them for granted"? what i'm really trying to say is, when is it that we don't appreciate? if we don't express our gratitude every hour or even every day, does that make us spoilt brats?
okay, that may be taking it a LEEDLE bit too far. i must admit that at times, it's easy to forget Who made you and Who you should really be thanking. I think we show gratitude towards all the wrong people, and none towards those who really deserve it. Take God for instance. If we can experientally realize what He had to go through to save us from eternal perdition, we would genuinely fall to the ground and declare ourselves unworthy of His love. But the thing is, He showed it to us anyway. And that's what has captured so many lovers of Christ.
Anyway, back to the mum thang. i bought some asam laksa for her this afternoon because i thought it would be very grown-up of me to do so. i especially enjoyed callin gher on my mobile and asking her (with a lot of noise in the background, thus showing how busy i was) if she'd fancy some laksa for lunch. so i bought it, as well as some tasty lekur.
Later on, as she was preparing it, she said, "Aiya. Have to go soon (for sisters' meeting). Shouldn't have asked you to buy the laksa. It doesn't even look that good, anyway."
OHHHH i was offended. i was like, erm excuse me? i trudged around in that damansara place in the hot hot sun to buy that laksa for you and now you're telling me it doesn't look good???"
OH HOW DAAAARE YOU!!!
then i realized, how many times have i not appreciated the food my mum buys or makes for me? it made me think about all those portions of salmon oat porridge i made faces at.... those 101 "healthy" vegetables my mum cooked out the Encyclopedia of Veggies....
Sunday, September 27, 2009
unbe-LIEVE-able
i cannot one year has passed since the last english-speaking conference in east malaysia. boy, time does fly when you're having fun.
weeellllll, i wouldn't describe the entire year with the extremely generalized term "fun", but it certainly had its pros.
firstly, i was blessed by being able to fool around in bio and maths/addmaths and yet still get the grades i wanted! :) i am not a clever girl. i am not a lucky girl. i'm a blessed girl :) i still have to quell the urge to go "HAH I TOLD YOU SO!" to ms abuselah the next time i see her, which i hope won't be for quite a while.
i was also blessed enough to try passion fruit, a fruit which most of us only see growing on trees in Farmville or mixed with various chemicals in our Body Shop lipbalm. i actually tried it. i scooped out the soft seeds from their comfortable jelly-like crib and ground them with my molars :) BIO BIO BIO TRIBUTE TO BIO
i overcame many things. fewer than i'd hoped, but many things still. and there are more to come. i overcame youthful lust (for a while, anyway), i overcame the temper-losing demon, i overcame the burden of outward beauty, i overcame the desire to paint my nails in various neon colours, i overcame the devil's smile, i overcame my quiet meeting disposition, i overcame spiritual death.
OH LORD JESUS! it really is a joy to call on His name. a few months back, i'd probably not have given it much thought. but today, i can testify, that His name is above all names. "That in the name of Jesus, every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess, that Jesus Christ is Lord to the glory of God the Father." (Philippians 2:10-11)
Praise the Lord for His overcoming name!
weeellllll, i wouldn't describe the entire year with the extremely generalized term "fun", but it certainly had its pros.
firstly, i was blessed by being able to fool around in bio and maths/addmaths and yet still get the grades i wanted! :) i am not a clever girl. i am not a lucky girl. i'm a blessed girl :) i still have to quell the urge to go "HAH I TOLD YOU SO!" to ms abuselah the next time i see her, which i hope won't be for quite a while.
i was also blessed enough to try passion fruit, a fruit which most of us only see growing on trees in Farmville or mixed with various chemicals in our Body Shop lipbalm. i actually tried it. i scooped out the soft seeds from their comfortable jelly-like crib and ground them with my molars :) BIO BIO BIO TRIBUTE TO BIO
i overcame many things. fewer than i'd hoped, but many things still. and there are more to come. i overcame youthful lust (for a while, anyway), i overcame the temper-losing demon, i overcame the burden of outward beauty, i overcame the desire to paint my nails in various neon colours, i overcame the devil's smile, i overcame my quiet meeting disposition, i overcame spiritual death.
OH LORD JESUS! it really is a joy to call on His name. a few months back, i'd probably not have given it much thought. but today, i can testify, that His name is above all names. "That in the name of Jesus, every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess, that Jesus Christ is Lord to the glory of God the Father." (Philippians 2:10-11)
Praise the Lord for His overcoming name!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
do you know how Jesus died?
i cannot believe what i've decided to do. i have decided to make some drastic changes in my life.
the church conference i attended during the Hari Raya weekend has shown me much light. and as cheesy and trilogy-movie-ish as this sounds, i have found my life's purpose. i am going to serve the Lord.
how? i have no idea. but i guess it's all about my consecration before the Lord, isn't it? and it's all in steps for me. for example, i took the first step by crying my eyes out because i realized that in contrast to all that God has done for me, i've done absolutely nothing for him.
i learned how he died.
and it's not just the same old broken record; this time, i found out the details.
Brother David Vinson laid out every detail of Jesus' crucifixion bare and frank for us to hear. yes, we were amazed, some maybe even appalled, at his boldness. but it's the truth, and that is something no one can argue with.
so how exactly did Jesus die?
He was scourged. a whip of ninetails with sharp pieces of rock/metal hanging on the ends was smashed against His back 39 times. the Romans said that if they whipped you 40 times, you would die. so in order to keep their consciences clean, they gave you some mercy and whipped you only 39 times. each time the whip struck Jesus' back, flesh was torn out of His body, blood leaked out of His wounds; they struck Him to the point where the muscle was exposed. this is scourging.
Jesus had no strength in Him to carry His own cross. so the Romans hired a man of Cyrene to carry it for Him.
when they reached Calvary, nails were hammered through His wrists (not His hands, apparently, as the weight of His body would simply cause the nails to tear through the palms of His hands and He would fall) and His feet. then they erected the cross and mocked Him, pulled His beard, hit Him, charged Him to "save Himself if He was the Son of God".
what did Jesus do? did He call God to slay these evil men? did He ask His Father above to save him from his agony?
No. He told His Father: "Forgive them, for they know not what they are doing".
apparently, when one is crucified, they do not die of blood loss or injury, but rather, of suffocation. each time Jesus needed to take a breath of air, He had to pull Himself up; He had to lift up His torso each time and scrape His raw back against the rough cross, just to get a breath of air. criminals who are sentenced to crucifixion often die when they have no more strength left to lift themselves up to take a breath, and finally suffocate. therefore, to hasten their death, Roman soldiers often broke the legs of the criminals so that they would be unable to lift themselves up.
but that was unnecessary in Jesus' case. after an unimaginably agonizing period of time being hung up on the cross, Jesus lifted up His spirit, and He died.
He died so that today, i would be spared of such a fate. He died so that all human beings would be spared of such a fate.
don't you think that's worth my life's consecration?
the church conference i attended during the Hari Raya weekend has shown me much light. and as cheesy and trilogy-movie-ish as this sounds, i have found my life's purpose. i am going to serve the Lord.
how? i have no idea. but i guess it's all about my consecration before the Lord, isn't it? and it's all in steps for me. for example, i took the first step by crying my eyes out because i realized that in contrast to all that God has done for me, i've done absolutely nothing for him.
i learned how he died.
and it's not just the same old broken record; this time, i found out the details.
Brother David Vinson laid out every detail of Jesus' crucifixion bare and frank for us to hear. yes, we were amazed, some maybe even appalled, at his boldness. but it's the truth, and that is something no one can argue with.
so how exactly did Jesus die?
He was scourged. a whip of ninetails with sharp pieces of rock/metal hanging on the ends was smashed against His back 39 times. the Romans said that if they whipped you 40 times, you would die. so in order to keep their consciences clean, they gave you some mercy and whipped you only 39 times. each time the whip struck Jesus' back, flesh was torn out of His body, blood leaked out of His wounds; they struck Him to the point where the muscle was exposed. this is scourging.
Jesus had no strength in Him to carry His own cross. so the Romans hired a man of Cyrene to carry it for Him.
when they reached Calvary, nails were hammered through His wrists (not His hands, apparently, as the weight of His body would simply cause the nails to tear through the palms of His hands and He would fall) and His feet. then they erected the cross and mocked Him, pulled His beard, hit Him, charged Him to "save Himself if He was the Son of God".
what did Jesus do? did He call God to slay these evil men? did He ask His Father above to save him from his agony?
No. He told His Father: "Forgive them, for they know not what they are doing".
apparently, when one is crucified, they do not die of blood loss or injury, but rather, of suffocation. each time Jesus needed to take a breath of air, He had to pull Himself up; He had to lift up His torso each time and scrape His raw back against the rough cross, just to get a breath of air. criminals who are sentenced to crucifixion often die when they have no more strength left to lift themselves up to take a breath, and finally suffocate. therefore, to hasten their death, Roman soldiers often broke the legs of the criminals so that they would be unable to lift themselves up.
but that was unnecessary in Jesus' case. after an unimaginably agonizing period of time being hung up on the cross, Jesus lifted up His spirit, and He died.
He died so that today, i would be spared of such a fate. He died so that all human beings would be spared of such a fate.
don't you think that's worth my life's consecration?
Sunday, September 13, 2009
WOOT FOR ME
I, Hui Linn Lee, quitted Restaurant City and Farmville on Facebook on the 12th of September 2009 due to a drastic lack in free time, as the mentioned applications required maintenance on a daily basis and, well, i figured that i just couldn't be bothered to continue anymore.
AAAAAND, what use are worldly things to me, anyway? haha yes i am eating my own words even as i write this but come on, we all have to start somewhere, right?
AAAAAND, what use are worldly things to me, anyway? haha yes i am eating my own words even as i write this but come on, we all have to start somewhere, right?
how do people know what to write about in their blog?
:LKHS:IJE:WLIJ:WELRIFJ:DKLSKULKEWFHLAUHFLEHDKSFLEWK
btw i'm a mini champ of Typing Maniac on facebook :)
btw i'm a mini champ of Typing Maniac on facebook :)
Sunday, August 30, 2009
when all is said and done
well i've got my results and they're more than pleasing, so i'm.... well... pleased.
also, i've finally finished my piano. i can't believe i'll never have to play a single scale or arpeggio ever again... unless i want to, of course.
just got back from penang. celebrated ah ma's eightieth birthday. twas fun, yes. nick and sara came down from the UK to celebrate it with us. FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN
now, i'm one day away from starting at HELP, and a few months away from aussie. HERE I COMEEEEE :)
also, i've finally finished my piano. i can't believe i'll never have to play a single scale or arpeggio ever again... unless i want to, of course.
just got back from penang. celebrated ah ma's eightieth birthday. twas fun, yes. nick and sara came down from the UK to celebrate it with us. FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN
now, i'm one day away from starting at HELP, and a few months away from aussie. HERE I COMEEEEE :)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
out-of-body experience
two sundays ago (or was it three?), i sold second-hand books with ade, flory, bianca and her bf, joo and adrienne plus male friend. it was all very fun and games, really. i PR-ed with bianca alot, prancing from table to table in starbucks announcing our wonderful news: BOOK SALE! CHEAP READS FOR NEXT TO NOTHING! HURRY! EVERYTHING MUST GO! and other exclamations alike.
it was, i must admit, "fun". it was certainly rewarding to see the horrified looks on the faces of the heckled, as they mumble with much difficulty that they'll, "drop by later". HA. as if!
then it occurred to me that this is the exact same thing i do to those heckling. except i usually include a glittering smile that tricks 95% of hecklers that i'm actually going back to look at their knick-knacks. SUCKERS!
anyhow, back to the story. some people DID stop at our stall to run their eyes over our overflowing table: books, mags, stuffed toys, decors, shoes, you name it! i had originally thought flory organized a BOOK sale; i guess what's the harm in selling other junk if people will buy, eh? should've thought of it myself! haha.
one particular family came by that reminded me very very much of when i go shopping with my mum and brother. they stopped by our table. the brother sighed heavily as his sister proceeded to reach for titles such as "Becky Bananas", "Angels Unlimited: Budding star" and "Shopaholic Abroad". The first two were extremely suitable for girls her age; she must've been about twelve or so. but shopaholic? her mum wasn't fooled. the girl pleaded silently with her eyes and i could see her mum wasn't one to be crossed or whined at. you could literally see the prayer materializing in the girl's mind: "pleeeeease let me buy it. plllleeeeeeeeeease". all i could do as the shopkeeper-outsider was to stand by and smile at the girl in an "i understand" manner.
i was doing my fair share of crossing fingers. please don't look at the back!
her mummy turned the book around and furrowed her eyebrows as she read the synopsis. i could see the doors of her mind closing with a bang. slowly, she shook her head with her lips pursed, an expression that would cause any restless child to wilt immediately, and put the book back on its stand.
"No i don't think so. we'll just take these two lah."
the girl hung her head in defeat. i felt like patting her hand and saying, Ah, don't worry, soon you'll reach the age where you can read whatever you like! and Shopaholic will certainly be there when you're of age. okay? so don't fret. anyhow, i kind of agree with your mum. there are certain elements of Shopaholic that aren't suitable for young eyes...
i remember my own personal battles with my own mummy when it came to buying fiction. i wanted a funny chicklit read. she wanted "good" books that "taught me things" and that "had substance".
all i can say now at my wise old age of sixteen is that: MUMMY KNOWS BEST!
it was, i must admit, "fun". it was certainly rewarding to see the horrified looks on the faces of the heckled, as they mumble with much difficulty that they'll, "drop by later". HA. as if!
then it occurred to me that this is the exact same thing i do to those heckling. except i usually include a glittering smile that tricks 95% of hecklers that i'm actually going back to look at their knick-knacks. SUCKERS!
anyhow, back to the story. some people DID stop at our stall to run their eyes over our overflowing table: books, mags, stuffed toys, decors, shoes, you name it! i had originally thought flory organized a BOOK sale; i guess what's the harm in selling other junk if people will buy, eh? should've thought of it myself! haha.
one particular family came by that reminded me very very much of when i go shopping with my mum and brother. they stopped by our table. the brother sighed heavily as his sister proceeded to reach for titles such as "Becky Bananas", "Angels Unlimited: Budding star" and "Shopaholic Abroad". The first two were extremely suitable for girls her age; she must've been about twelve or so. but shopaholic? her mum wasn't fooled. the girl pleaded silently with her eyes and i could see her mum wasn't one to be crossed or whined at. you could literally see the prayer materializing in the girl's mind: "pleeeeease let me buy it. plllleeeeeeeeeease". all i could do as the shopkeeper-outsider was to stand by and smile at the girl in an "i understand" manner.
i was doing my fair share of crossing fingers. please don't look at the back!
her mummy turned the book around and furrowed her eyebrows as she read the synopsis. i could see the doors of her mind closing with a bang. slowly, she shook her head with her lips pursed, an expression that would cause any restless child to wilt immediately, and put the book back on its stand.
"No i don't think so. we'll just take these two lah."
the girl hung her head in defeat. i felt like patting her hand and saying, Ah, don't worry, soon you'll reach the age where you can read whatever you like! and Shopaholic will certainly be there when you're of age. okay? so don't fret. anyhow, i kind of agree with your mum. there are certain elements of Shopaholic that aren't suitable for young eyes...
i remember my own personal battles with my own mummy when it came to buying fiction. i wanted a funny chicklit read. she wanted "good" books that "taught me things" and that "had substance".
all i can say now at my wise old age of sixteen is that: MUMMY KNOWS BEST!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
BE A MAN! DO THE RIGHT THING!
These experiences are beyond Russell Peters.
"Doing the right thing" has evolved into a whole new cliche. In fact, it's so new, it's not even a cliche anymore. "Doing the right thing", to me, has become epic and extremely indispensable.
"Doing the right thing" no longer depends on my impression of good and bad, right and wrong; now, it's all determined by my very sensitive and, may i add, STUBBORN, conscience.
Walking away from something you want very much is the simplest and yet most painful task one could do. It's called "fleeing", as one would do from something that emanates violence or horror in any way. If we could only see these BAAAD things for what they really are, i think we would all pick up our skirts and flounce for our lives...
Unfortunately, the Strong Man has done a great job in advertising his World System in such a way that it's almost bearable.... OKAY FINE, IT'S A FANTASTIC FACADE!!! But what is a weakling like me to do? What could be easier than merely conforming to where the world is already heading? DOOOOM.
but you see, EVERY LEEDLE CHOICE makes a difference. The annoying part is that you don't get to reap your rewards until AFTER you make the choice. This may sound stupidly obvious, but we forget this all the time.
We need to learn to walk away. We need to say "no" when the situation calls for it. We need to flee when appropriate.
GAWSH it's hard living like this, and i know some stupid mistakes (made by me) are coming my way sometime... but for now, i'll just hang tight and pray for salvation from these everyday monsters.
"Doing the right thing" has evolved into a whole new cliche. In fact, it's so new, it's not even a cliche anymore. "Doing the right thing", to me, has become epic and extremely indispensable.
"Doing the right thing" no longer depends on my impression of good and bad, right and wrong; now, it's all determined by my very sensitive and, may i add, STUBBORN, conscience.
Walking away from something you want very much is the simplest and yet most painful task one could do. It's called "fleeing", as one would do from something that emanates violence or horror in any way. If we could only see these BAAAD things for what they really are, i think we would all pick up our skirts and flounce for our lives...
Unfortunately, the Strong Man has done a great job in advertising his World System in such a way that it's almost bearable.... OKAY FINE, IT'S A FANTASTIC FACADE!!! But what is a weakling like me to do? What could be easier than merely conforming to where the world is already heading? DOOOOM.
but you see, EVERY LEEDLE CHOICE makes a difference. The annoying part is that you don't get to reap your rewards until AFTER you make the choice. This may sound stupidly obvious, but we forget this all the time.
We need to learn to walk away. We need to say "no" when the situation calls for it. We need to flee when appropriate.
GAWSH it's hard living like this, and i know some stupid mistakes (made by me) are coming my way sometime... but for now, i'll just hang tight and pray for salvation from these everyday monsters.
long time no blog
hello to anyone who reads my blog. as i recently found out, people actually do. HURRAH! thanks to Celine's PR-ing on her own blog, which looks much much cooler than mine :(
anyway, I AM UNDER CONSTANT CREATIVE PRESSURE. art deal not going too well at the mo, trying to find more artist influences that i haven't ALREADY used.... maybe i should go back to my beloved Cherry Hood.
i want to make that money WORTH IT, you know? i want to have earned it, and then lie back and pat my tummy and close my eyes and exhale deeply and say, "Good on you, HL!"
so ya. Ms Alford, my all time mentor, has advised me to pay Valentine Willie's Art Gallery in Bangsar Baru, because apparently it's got loads of influence i could benefit from. The name of the gallery itself puzzles me... sounds like Marcus (the short one, haha) may pop out at any moment and go "THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!!"
anyway, I AM UNDER CONSTANT CREATIVE PRESSURE. art deal not going too well at the mo, trying to find more artist influences that i haven't ALREADY used.... maybe i should go back to my beloved Cherry Hood.
i want to make that money WORTH IT, you know? i want to have earned it, and then lie back and pat my tummy and close my eyes and exhale deeply and say, "Good on you, HL!"
so ya. Ms Alford, my all time mentor, has advised me to pay Valentine Willie's Art Gallery in Bangsar Baru, because apparently it's got loads of influence i could benefit from. The name of the gallery itself puzzles me... sounds like Marcus (the short one, haha) may pop out at any moment and go "THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!!"
Friday, June 19, 2009
Cleaning out my closet (literally)
GOOD BYE, ADD MATHS!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA
and i'll never have to memorize geography case studies ever again.... ARGHHH.
i'll miss tectonics.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Who's Gonna Build YOUR Wall?
Angu and Vaj, Plaza Mont Kiara
After playing in the fountains despite stares.
Accomplished Nerds
Sources: FACEBOOK, WHERE ELSE.
Closing Time
The Mad Geography Gang
Smiti, Gabs, Ali, HL
We're all kids deep down inside.
Asees' 16th.
Multiple Shirt Signing
Last Art Lesson
"Hey guys, let's act like lalas and pretend we won all this stuff"
(I thought we were being gangstas)
Good Times, Good Times
Angu (Anita) and Vaj (Hui Linn)
Angu and Vaj being "nerds"
Art Buds. (my lovely painting in the background)
11-Wonderful and Raving Mad
The "Wedding" Photo, according to Creep.
The only ISAKL athletics meet i ever attended. WOOT
Thursday, June 11, 2009
EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
i have just realized that my computer is lacking AVG.
HELP! HELP!
Surfing the net without AVG is like having unprotected sex.
Once you get AIDS, it's all over.
Same thing with computer viruses.
Note to self: DOWNLOAD AVG
HELP! HELP!
Surfing the net without AVG is like having unprotected sex.
Once you get AIDS, it's all over.
Same thing with computer viruses.
Note to self: DOWNLOAD AVG
Of laptops
I want this:
... But knowing my parents, they're probably gonna get me this instead:
... But knowing my parents, they're probably gonna get me this instead:
Typical. Hopefully i can at least get the Toshiba Portege in pink, cause it's PRETTY.
If all else fails, i will just have to get the same model as Celine's. Crappy, i know, but beggars can't be choosers :P
I love you, Celine.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Regarding Darcy Attempt #1
i feel like i should remove it.
it's staring me in the face and reminding me of my diminishing artistic prowess. especially in nailing the first sketch.
urgh.
but i'd be kind of dishonest. not really, but kind of.
it's like giving someone poison and not saying that they have to drink it, but not telling them that it's poison.
harsh example? sorry.
it's staring me in the face and reminding me of my diminishing artistic prowess. especially in nailing the first sketch.
urgh.
but i'd be kind of dishonest. not really, but kind of.
it's like giving someone poison and not saying that they have to drink it, but not telling them that it's poison.
harsh example? sorry.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Darcy.
First attempt at drawing Darcy.
Second attempt... Getting better!
Both in pencil. If i "had my druthers" i'd use charcoal... but i don't have a single stick of it in my house atm. i know. it's an absolute hanging offence.
My Fresh Adventure
i am finally able to create again!
thank you, 12th of June, for coming at last. thanks to your arrival, i can go back to my charcoal sticks and sketchbook. oh how i've missed my acrylic colours, my plasticky canvases and my artist research. Taking photographs (or stealing them from my friends :P) seemed so far away.
but NOT ANYMORE!
cZipLee's V.S. ArtFriend.
I'm sorry ZipLee, i really like your stuff but ArtFriend has won my heart with its student discount of 10% on every item!
my next trip to ArtFriend shall be EPIC! no stick of charcoal is safe from my eagle eyes; i shall claim it ALL!
and then i shall draw.
Draw what?
Draw Helena and Alice's beautiful sister, Darcy, thanks to Helena's wonderful photos which she has given me and which i have NOT stolen. Also, i'm going to try my hand (haha! comedy drumbeat) at drawing drapery. Clothes hanging on pegs, random curtains with folds, that sort of thing. WISH ME LUCK!
thank you, 12th of June, for coming at last. thanks to your arrival, i can go back to my charcoal sticks and sketchbook. oh how i've missed my acrylic colours, my plasticky canvases and my artist research. Taking photographs (or stealing them from my friends :P) seemed so far away.
but NOT ANYMORE!
cZipLee's V.S. ArtFriend.
I'm sorry ZipLee, i really like your stuff but ArtFriend has won my heart with its student discount of 10% on every item!
my next trip to ArtFriend shall be EPIC! no stick of charcoal is safe from my eagle eyes; i shall claim it ALL!
and then i shall draw.
Draw what?
Draw Helena and Alice's beautiful sister, Darcy, thanks to Helena's wonderful photos which she has given me and which i have NOT stolen. Also, i'm going to try my hand (haha! comedy drumbeat) at drawing drapery. Clothes hanging on pegs, random curtains with folds, that sort of thing. WISH ME LUCK!
The Rowan Series #4
"Rich World, Poor World"
Piece 1: Luke's Hands 24" x 24"
Piece 2: Portrait of Luke 24" x 30"
Piece 3: Unfinished Portrait of Luke (after 5 hours)
Acrylic on store-bought primed canvases.
Textured surface created with surgical gauze and white emulsion paint.
Black streaks created with black acrylic paint applied with a house-painter's brush.
Pieces of painted wire gauze added on top for "poverty" effect.
NOTE: the colours of Piece 2 (finished portrait of Luke) are inaccurately displayed. The actual colours are richer, warmer and fuller. It's just the cacat quality of my camera-phone that's making them hazy and blunt. I'll try to get Mr Delmotte to taking a nicer one for me with his cool SLR. At the moment, the original painting is hanging outside Mr Mann's office. HA!
The Rowan Series #3
This is a photo to show the proportion of my Year 10 final piece compared to my sofa. I think my final piece is about 2 and 1/2 metres long X 1 and 1/2 metres wide.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Literature Schmiterature
The very volatile love affair between me and Literature is in great jeopardy, thanks to the evil plot of Cambridge International Examinations.
Thanks, CIE. Thanks a bunch.
First of all, the Mockingbird questions. Now, why on earth would we want to dissect such a mundane passage (in my opinion, of course)? Why couldn't you have given us the court trial scene? Or how about the fire? Rabid dog?
Okay, i will admit that it was tons better than that idiotic Ms Maudie passage from the past papers, but SERIOUSLY. All i could do was comment on the pathetic nature of Bob Ewell in contrast to Atticus' "Gao Da Wei Meng" type personality. Okay not exactly Gao Da Wei Meng, but somewhere along there. He OWNED.
Bob Ewell... Ah, the poor man. His efforts to show off his spitting prowess certainly backfired. And as for Atticus, "he could be right dry sometimes".
NARRATIVE PERSPECTIVE. Thanks to Mr Beattie's constant "hammering", i actually bothered to include some "elements of narrative perspective". i talked about how initially Scout was just scared and worried for Atticus' safety, but in hindsight learns to appreciate the way he "forgave" Mr Ewell. Harper Lee almost manipulates the reader into feeling sorry for Bob Ewell having his "last shred of credibility" destroyed by the triumphant Atticus, despite how much the reader may loathe Mr Ewell.
Furthermore, i included some points about how the build-up of character in previous events and chapters had led up to this climatic display of attitude; Bob Ewell shows how DOH-BRAIN he is, and Atticus shows how diplomatic and composed he is. Examiners, i hope you like little chinese girls who write essays like these.
And i didn't even TRY to write the Scout essay. Erm... V-A-G-U-E!!!!!!!! TO DA MAX.
And..... we have As You Like It. Drama is always an interesting text to study because it's different. The passage question was just calling me to write it, while the essay question was simply a female dog. "Optimistic" and "happy"????? Well if it's not, that what is it??? I didn't even want to delve into the whole curmudgeonly nature of Jaques and the bawdy humour of Touchstone.... let alone the conflicts of the Forest of Arden.... EURGH. Passage question, thank you. Thank you for being tolerable.
DRAMATIC QUALITIES. Sorry Mr Beattie... I don't think i was able to include your favourite Drama element... Perhaps i should've looked into the way it was performed more. However, i DID talk about their excited tone which causes the audience to become excited too... so that's kind of dramatic qualitites, isn't it?
Court v.s. Country - I am very proud of myself that i managed to squeeze some of this nonsense into my essay.... actually, it formed quite a large proportion of my whole AYLI essay. Good stuff!
Now, the life ruiner... POETRY. Okay, don't get me wrong, i absolutely LOVE poetry. It's easy to write about, easy to analyze... Now here is where i get really worked up about the exam. Thanks to the A2 Literature gang, who have 15 minutes less than i do to write their essays, i assumed that the count down timer applied to me as well as them.
after finishing my second essay, i looked up at the timer only to find that i had "26 minutes left"!!! (When in actual fact i really had about 40 minutes before end of exam) I freaked out. I rushed my last essay without planning, i wrote it on the spot, my pen scribbled whatever came to my head. every essay skill that i had honed over the past 2 years immediately flew out of the window. just like that.
then when the timer sounded, i stopped writing. for some reason, everyone else around me continued to write. i was puzzled, oh yes, i was.
then the horrible truth came crashing down on me.
YOU STILL HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES LEFT YOU EEJIT!!!!!
oh dear. WAS i mad.
So yeah. That's the big mishap, the big mess-up.
AND HOPEFULLY, THAT WON'T BE WHAT COSTS ME MY A* IN ENGLISH LITERATURE BECAUSE I FRIGGING DESERVE IT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Thanks, CIE. Thanks a bunch.
First of all, the Mockingbird questions. Now, why on earth would we want to dissect such a mundane passage (in my opinion, of course)? Why couldn't you have given us the court trial scene? Or how about the fire? Rabid dog?
Okay, i will admit that it was tons better than that idiotic Ms Maudie passage from the past papers, but SERIOUSLY. All i could do was comment on the pathetic nature of Bob Ewell in contrast to Atticus' "Gao Da Wei Meng" type personality. Okay not exactly Gao Da Wei Meng, but somewhere along there. He OWNED.
Bob Ewell... Ah, the poor man. His efforts to show off his spitting prowess certainly backfired. And as for Atticus, "he could be right dry sometimes".
NARRATIVE PERSPECTIVE. Thanks to Mr Beattie's constant "hammering", i actually bothered to include some "elements of narrative perspective". i talked about how initially Scout was just scared and worried for Atticus' safety, but in hindsight learns to appreciate the way he "forgave" Mr Ewell. Harper Lee almost manipulates the reader into feeling sorry for Bob Ewell having his "last shred of credibility" destroyed by the triumphant Atticus, despite how much the reader may loathe Mr Ewell.
Furthermore, i included some points about how the build-up of character in previous events and chapters had led up to this climatic display of attitude; Bob Ewell shows how DOH-BRAIN he is, and Atticus shows how diplomatic and composed he is. Examiners, i hope you like little chinese girls who write essays like these.
And i didn't even TRY to write the Scout essay. Erm... V-A-G-U-E!!!!!!!! TO DA MAX.
And..... we have As You Like It. Drama is always an interesting text to study because it's different. The passage question was just calling me to write it, while the essay question was simply a female dog. "Optimistic" and "happy"????? Well if it's not, that what is it??? I didn't even want to delve into the whole curmudgeonly nature of Jaques and the bawdy humour of Touchstone.... let alone the conflicts of the Forest of Arden.... EURGH. Passage question, thank you. Thank you for being tolerable.
DRAMATIC QUALITIES. Sorry Mr Beattie... I don't think i was able to include your favourite Drama element... Perhaps i should've looked into the way it was performed more. However, i DID talk about their excited tone which causes the audience to become excited too... so that's kind of dramatic qualitites, isn't it?
Court v.s. Country - I am very proud of myself that i managed to squeeze some of this nonsense into my essay.... actually, it formed quite a large proportion of my whole AYLI essay. Good stuff!
Now, the life ruiner... POETRY. Okay, don't get me wrong, i absolutely LOVE poetry. It's easy to write about, easy to analyze... Now here is where i get really worked up about the exam. Thanks to the A2 Literature gang, who have 15 minutes less than i do to write their essays, i assumed that the count down timer applied to me as well as them.
after finishing my second essay, i looked up at the timer only to find that i had "26 minutes left"!!! (When in actual fact i really had about 40 minutes before end of exam) I freaked out. I rushed my last essay without planning, i wrote it on the spot, my pen scribbled whatever came to my head. every essay skill that i had honed over the past 2 years immediately flew out of the window. just like that.
then when the timer sounded, i stopped writing. for some reason, everyone else around me continued to write. i was puzzled, oh yes, i was.
then the horrible truth came crashing down on me.
YOU STILL HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES LEFT YOU EEJIT!!!!!
oh dear. WAS i mad.
So yeah. That's the big mishap, the big mess-up.
AND HOPEFULLY, THAT WON'T BE WHAT COSTS ME MY A* IN ENGLISH LITERATURE BECAUSE I FRIGGING DESERVE IT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
a lovely discovery
i now know how to calculate matrices.
if:
AB=X
then B=A^(-1)X
but if:
BA=X
then B=XA^(-1)
so the inverse matrix follows the order of the original matrix!!!
AWESOME!
THANKS PETRA!
THANKS LOK YONG!
THANKS HUI LINN!
THANKS MUM!
THANKS WAI LIMN!
if:
AB=X
then B=A^(-1)X
but if:
BA=X
then B=XA^(-1)
so the inverse matrix follows the order of the original matrix!!!
AWESOME!
THANKS PETRA!
THANKS LOK YONG!
THANKS HUI LINN!
THANKS MUM!
THANKS WAI LIMN!
Monday, June 1, 2009
the woes of Additional Mathematics
DARN RADIAN AND DEGREES!
DARNIT!
DARN HAVING TO SWITCH IN BETWEEN MODES!!!!!
those little [R] and [D] symbols have begun to wreck my life into a pile of ruin. DARN THOSE RADIANS AND DEGREES!!!!! DARN PI!!!!!!!
DARNIT!
DARN HAVING TO SWITCH IN BETWEEN MODES!!!!!
those little [R] and [D] symbols have begun to wreck my life into a pile of ruin. DARN THOSE RADIANS AND DEGREES!!!!! DARN PI!!!!!!!
essay.
come on, my lovely words.
flow
i beg you.
i know i don't see you
as often as i probably should.
why the coldness?
why the cruel refusal to
fill my mind?
my hands shake
and bright dots
form before my eyes
signs of this new madness.
please.
please appear.
flow
i beg you.
i know i don't see you
as often as i probably should.
why the coldness?
why the cruel refusal to
fill my mind?
my hands shake
and bright dots
form before my eyes
signs of this new madness.
please.
please appear.
returning to my mushroom amidst the stress
Tomorrow, I have Geography Paper 4. A rather useless paper, if you ask me, because obviously everyone is going to do super well on the "joke" Paper 5 and won't even need to look at Paper 4. Anyhow, no matter how much I try to shrug my shoulders and act like I don't care about it, I HAAAVE to at least try to study for it. I just must do a past paper, just to be on the safe side.
Geography is fun. You get to learn cool words like "wetted perimeter" and "rainshadow" and "quadrat" and "transect" and "demographic transition model" and "situ" and "attrition" and "hygrometer" and other various lingo. Sometimes, I want to do Geography just to be able to use these words in my everyday life.
"Oh yes, yes indeed, it's those darn agribusinesses that make our lives so difficult. If only they could just be nomadic farmers and be satisfied with that."
"No, it's not just desertification that's a problem. It's also the overcultivation and soil exhaustion. My, my. Those people don't know how to live sustainably."
"Haha! What a fantastic swash! This long-shore drift sure gets your adrenaline pumping! And the prevailing winds seem to be having a fine time this morning."
So yes. And I should probably be getting back to my work right now. I can't wait to write my literature essays. I'm really going to miss it when I'm in college.
Geography is fun. You get to learn cool words like "wetted perimeter" and "rainshadow" and "quadrat" and "transect" and "demographic transition model" and "situ" and "attrition" and "hygrometer" and other various lingo. Sometimes, I want to do Geography just to be able to use these words in my everyday life.
"Oh yes, yes indeed, it's those darn agribusinesses that make our lives so difficult. If only they could just be nomadic farmers and be satisfied with that."
"No, it's not just desertification that's a problem. It's also the overcultivation and soil exhaustion. My, my. Those people don't know how to live sustainably."
"Haha! What a fantastic swash! This long-shore drift sure gets your adrenaline pumping! And the prevailing winds seem to be having a fine time this morning."
So yes. And I should probably be getting back to my work right now. I can't wait to write my literature essays. I'm really going to miss it when I'm in college.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
such delicacies
The Rowan Series #2
Here are a few Gabrielles.Charcoal, poster paint.
The "Bleeding" Technique.
These are now pasted in my coursework portfolio.
I love saying "portfolio".
Saturday, May 30, 2009
photo editing for dummies (like me)
PICNIK!!!!!
awesome stuff. love the program.
also, this is a really old photo.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
The Rowan Series #1
My mock exam piece #2 - set of 4.
They were all meant to be looking up at the main picture, which was the orange one.
All of them are watered-down acrylic paint on store-bought primed canvas.
EUW EUW still prefer to prime my own.
The Rowan Series
coming soon....
Yasmin Rowan
Gabrielle Rowan
Luke Rowan
... NO i am not obsessed with their family, thank you very much.
Yasmin Rowan
Gabrielle Rowan
Luke Rowan
... NO i am not obsessed with their family, thank you very much.
Much thought and Gabi
And finally I've been able to post up some of my artwork onto here.The orange one was my mock exam Piece #1. String and emulsion for the textured background, acrylic paint for the face.
Notice the "eyeliner".
I felt that this was by far my weakest piece to date contrary to reviews from friends and teachers. The proportions do Gabi no justice and the colour scheme is... well... heaty.
And not to mention, rather glaring.
One of my favourite pieces of all time... CALENDARRR!!!
This was done during my 5 hour Year 10 exam. It's string and emulsion textured background and black and white acrylic paint for the face. Red and blue splodges (can't really see them here) are watered-down poster paints.
I remember coming into the exam not really knowing what was happening and what to actually paint. Ms Alford went absolutely mad. Her aussie accent grew increasingly curly. "Don't know what you're supposed doooo? You shouldn've ahhsked me waaayyy uuurlier!!!"
My initial idea was to paint a screaming Kristen face (some of my peers will remember that I was pursuing this idea for quite some time). However, I changed my mind last minute and painted this sorrowful Gabi face instead.
I don't know, it was the hurt of betrayal in her eyes that really compelled me. Stunning eyes, she's got!
The actual painting now belongs to Gabi. I hope she likes it!
P.S. Please click on the pics to view their full size and majesty :P
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