bang BANG.

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bang; BANG; boom;

Not all murders have a motive
This one certainly didn't

We've reached the end of the road
Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for the ride

jeudi, septembre 25, 2008

Hell no, I don't want to get sued but you knowww I can't resist the temptation of commenting something .

I'm just really sad that we've gained a reputation of "trying to protect the reputation" of our leaders.

I don't think I'd care much if somebody at the other end of the world (who by the way, would know shit about me anyway) published shit about me.

Of course, I'd feel insulted for about 2.5 seconds, but as they say, bad publicity is STILL publicity.

Anyway, check this out.

For nation or for self?

Singapore's leaders defamed by Hong Kong magazine: court
AFP - Wednesday, September 24

SINGAPORE, Sept 24, 2008 (AFP) - A banned Hong Kong-based magazine and its editor defamed Singapore's founding father Lee Kuan Yew and his son, the city-state's High Court has ruled, in the latest legal ruling against government critics.

Justice Woo Bih Li, in a decision obtained Wednesday by AFP, ruled that the Far Eastern Economic Review (FEER) defamed the elder Lee and his son, Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong.

The Lees sued the magazine's editor Hugo Restall and Hong Kong-based Review Publishing, its owners, alleging defamation in a 2006 article based on an interview with Chee Soon Juan, an opposition party leader.

The article entitled "Singapore's 'Martyr,' Chee Soon Juan," described the Singapore Democratic Party secretary general's battle against the ruling People's Action Party and its leaders.

In the article, Restall also touched on Singapore officials' success in libel suits against critics.
Dismissing objections by the defendants' lawyers, Woo issued his decision by summary judgment, meaning no trial was held.

The magazine's lawyer, Peter Low, refused comment when contacted by AFP.
Damages will be assessed later.

Singaporean leaders have won hundreds of thousands of dollars in damages in defamation cases against critics and foreign publications, which they say are necessary to protect their reputations from unfounded attacks.

The city-state banned distribution of FEER in September 2006, saying it had failed to comply with media regulations.

>1:40 AM

mardi, septembre 23, 2008

I apologize beforehand for what I'm about to do.

I am about to shatter that cozy little ignorant bubble you've been living in, just like I have accidentally, and unintentionally shattered my own.

I came across this while doing research for my DPI assignment.

Once again, I'm sorry for doing this.

I'm reserving my comments, so judge it for yourself.

enjoy.

Photography (tasweer) means the taking of pictures of living, animate moving beings, like people, animals, birds, etc. The ruling is that it is forbidden on the basis of a number of reports, such as the following:

Abdullaah ibn Mas'ood (may Allaah be pleased with him) reported that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: "Those who will be most severely punished by Allaah on the Day of Resurrection will be the image-makers." (Reported by al-Bukhaari, see al-Fath, 10/382).

Ibn 'Abbaas (may Allaah be pleased with him and his father) reported that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: "Every image-maker will be in the Fire, and for every image that he made a soul will be created for him, which will be punished in the Fire." Ibn 'Abbaas said: "If you must do that, make pictures of trees and other inanimate objects." (Reported by Muslim, 3/1871)

These ahaadeeth indicate that pictures of animate beings are haraam, whether they are humans or other creatures, whether they are three-dimensional or two-dimensional, whether they are printed, drawn, etched, engraved, carved, cast in moulds, etc. These ahaadeeth include all of these types of pictures.

The Muslim should submit to the teachings of Islam and not argue with them by saying, "But I am not worshipping them or prostrating to them!" If we think about just one aspect of the evil caused by the prevalence of photographs and pictures in our times, we will understand something of the wisdom behind this prohibition: that aspect is the great corruption caused by the provoking of physical desires and subsequent spread of immorality caused by these pictures.

The Muslim should not keep any pictures of animate beings in his house, because they will prevent the angels from entering. The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: "The angels do not enter a house in which there is a dog or pictures." (Reported by al-Bukhaari, see al-Fath, 10/380)

There are many bad things involved in the making of pictures. Besides the element of imitating the creation of Allaah - which is an accusation denied by many of those who make pictures - reality bears witness to the great extent of immorality and provocation of desires caused by the prevalence of pictures and picture-making nowadays. We must remove or blot out every picture, except when it is too difficult to do so, like the pictures which are overwhelmingly prevalent in food packaging, or pictures used in encyclopaedias and reference books. We should remove what we can, and be careful about any provocative pictures that may be found.

"So keep your duty to Allaah and fear Him as much as you can…" [al-Taghaabun 64:16 - interpretation of the meaning]

Photographs which are essential are permitted - such as those required for identity documents, or for identifying or pursuing criminals [e.g. "wanted" posters and the like - translator's note], or for educational purposes which cannot be achieved otherwise. The principle in sharee'ah is that we should not exaggerate about what is necessary

For a more detailed report, hop on this link.

http://www.islam-qa.com/en/ref/365/photography

>5:28 PM

samedi, septembre 13, 2008

Ramadan, thus far, has been spiritually disappointing.

Okay, it's not the month. It's me, and all of my busy life.

G told me that God should be the first priority in my life, followed by my own well-being and that of my parents. Somehow, she could see the lack of spiritual contentment in me and that I'm not at peace with myself because of that.

It's sounding a lot like new-age hippy, I think. But, no denying that it's true.

To a very very large extent.

I've been a BMG. In fact, a very very very BMG, if I maybe honest with myself. No, I haven't done anything condemned by the religion, I haven't done anything that's morally questionable, but that's just it: I have done nothing.

The mother suggests that I quit my teaching job at Ooby, but sometimes I find, it's the one place where I can truly be myself, rather, I'm forced to be myself and not some pretentious made-up person. As sad as it may sound, it has become so much a part of me that the thought of quitting never really crossed my mind. Besides, I think, most of the time, I'd rather suffer stupidly in silence than swallow my pride to admit failure and quit, mule-headedness is the word for it. Hahah!

But I can just imagine. If I do leave Ooby, I'd have so much time for other things. I'd probably have more time to do my homework. I'd probably be able to take up french again. I'd have 3 full days a week of free time instead of just one. But on the other hand, then I'd probably have to devote more time to my other job at Burr-Dock. I can't wait for Pee Ass Elly to be over...

Life must go on. It's only 2.5 more months to 2009! :D YAY!

>10:21 PM

mercredi, septembre 10, 2008

I'm sorry, I can't seem to get my mind to think systematically right now and there are tons I want to talk about yet I cannot find proper sentences to link them.

Anyway, a few mornings ago, while waiting for the bus, a guy boarding a bus caught my attention.

No, not because he was handsome.. come to think of it, he might even have been, but that's not the point.

With one foot up, he accidentally dropped his phone and (as is typical with all nokias) the battery, back cover and the phone itself separated as soon as it it the ground.

Yes, it hit the ground, bounced a bit and landed squarely, UNDER the bus.

Most people would have just thought of reaching under to grab it... but honestly, he would have had to crawl under since it was about a meter from the edge!

Another auntie and I happened to be witnessing the whole tragedy unfolding. The guy gave up trying to reach for his phone, stepped back, and the three of us, strangers albeit united in times of tragedy (HAhah!) proceeded to pray. Hard.

Alas, despite the good holy month, our prayers, they remained unanswered.

As the bus rolled along, we watched how the front tyre missed the main compartment of the phone completely and stupidly, began to have hope that it would emerge from the situation unscathed.

Of course, as Murphy knows, fate is never so kind when you're hoping for it to be.

We all gaped in horror at the sickening "CRACK" that sounded when the back tyre flattened the phone.... much like dough with the rolling pin.

On another note, I am seriously worried that my cycle with 9 is going to be up reaaaaalllly soon. I thought a month was too short a time for a cycle... but maybe things are different this time. I am trying very very hard not to let it take control, but it's almost impossible!

Someone who doesn't know me personally just told me that I have an inferiority complex related to something. She couldn't tell me what but she said if I don't deal with my insecurity, I will not be able to do very well for school. She went on to say that I tend to retreat into my cocoon whenever I feel threatened.

I never really noticed it before.. but now that she's told me about it, I suddenly see replays in my head about how I handled certain situations in my life. Not a good perspective to hold on life, but when you've been doing it for your entire lifetime, it's hard to think of undoing something you're not even aware of.

It's funny how she's only seen me for a few hours a week and can so accurately point out the very very big main problem in my life.

And it's from this problem that I have cycles.

Unfortunately.

Hi, my name is card. And I have cycles.

>6:52 PM

jeudi, septembre 04, 2008

Life has been rather hard on my sleeping habits. I just don't get enough sleep although I think I'm the only one to blame!

On Monday morning, waking up late after having just 3 hours of sleep, I had to rush to school, carrying my big-ass project with me. (The cab fare cos me 15 bugs again) I was, inevitably, groggy and on top of that, low blood glucose levels dictated that I should have a pounding headache on top of being extremely pissed with the thought that my other group member would have had 8 hours of beauty sleep while I was slogging away through the night. but of course, it was entire my C personality self that put me through that.. He would have been perfectly fine with handing in a slipshod piece. )=

When I came to school, things got slightly better because evil me realised that I was not behind time and that a few groups basically still had nothing done.

When the lesson came, I was prepared, as they did tell us that were going to have to present in front of 3 classes (and that is about 70+ people) . And as Murphy Law would have it, mine was, unfortunately, one of the 2 groups to present for my class. My wall started to kick in and when I stood up there, I could feel all those PW practices, all those English class presentations, even GP presentations do their magic. I didn't shake, I talked as I could, amazingly, I don't know where the supply of butterflies in my stomach had gone, but I was .. calm ?

I expected my partner to talk more, I guess. Since he was always talking too much, always getting in trouble because of what he said without meaning to say. Oh well. I should have known he was a citizen of NATO.

At the end of the day, I wound up having to lug the big-ass project home again.

As I sat on the bus, I could almost feel the chill as the lightning and thunder gathered in the dark clouds looming over my head. I was feeling tied down. I was worried. My partner was, essentially, a dead weight which I am almost not strong enough to carry.

Anyway, I was almost nodding off to sleep, enjoying the blank trance that Jason Mraz's songs somehow always puts me through when I noticed the bus taking a wrong turn.

I saw a sign for PIE (Tuas) and the thought that immediately hit me was, "Oh SHIT! I took the wrong bus? Since when did 33 change their route?"

But apparently . I was wrong. 33 did NOT change their route and I was NOT on the wrong bus, the bus driver, however, paid much in terms of stress and sweat.

The bus was stuck in the filter lane, unable to move forward because, there is no way for a bus to Uturn before a PIE entrance. Plus, U-Turns are for 1500kg vehicles only anyway. The passengers of the bus were getting restless, and the bus was making no progress moving forward and backward but essentially still stuck in the rut. And 2 kind old men offered to direct traffic so the bus could get a move on.

I was fully prepared to nurture my thunderbolts to a full blown storm because of this situation but instead, I found it rather comical. All the aunties and uncles sitting near the back of the bus with me started standing up and giving the driver instructions like "Gostan! Gostan!" when they want him to reverse and a unanimous "EY!OY! TENTEN!" (excuse my hanyupinyin but I do believe they were saying "wait" in Mandarin)

They even gave feedback like, a little to the right, little to the left etc. What I expected was a collective grumble session on the stupidity of the bus driver but I was amazed it didn't happen at all! (or maybe it did, in hokkien, and I was a total idiot in the middle, not understanding a word they said) But anyway, it was the communication and cooperation between the driver and the passengers which eventually helped the bus get out of its uh . situation.

And when the bus finally got a move on after being stuck for close to twenty minutes, the aunties and uncles (who by the way, were complete strangers to each other, even though their hokkien seemed to unite them) gave satisfied chuckles and all I felt that was missing was an uproarious round of applause.

The situation was indeed funny that even I broke out a smile and seemingly forgot all about my troubles for awhile. It is in times like this that I truly see the Singapore spirit shining through. Now I sound like a patriotic mutt but honestly, it is one of those things that gives my heart a warm flutter to see the human spirit of compassion.

Ah, Singapore has hopes of being a gracious society afterall.

>2:18 AM