Flabbergasted
Zoe Tay was not nominated in the Best Actress. Why? How could they miss her out this year when every year they had included her in?
Is her popularity dipping? Or is her acting skills diminishing? I doubt so. She is still the queen of caldecott and everyone still likes her. Correction, everyone still LOVES her.
THIS year's Star Awards aren't going to be Zoe Tay's year.
First, she was left out of the running for Best Actress. Now, she won't be going home with the coveted popularity award either.
This is the first time in the 10-year history of Star Awards that the 36-year-old wasn't nominated for an acting award.
In 2002, Zoe Tay was left out of the Best Actress nominations too, but made up for it with a nomination in the Best Comedy Performer category.
Many speculated that Zoe could have been snubbed because of her pregnancy, or because her rival Fann Wong was also nominated in the same category.
In my heart, Zoe remains a very good actress.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Monday, November 29, 2004
Hari Raya Outing
We decided to go for Hari Raya outing on the 29th of November but at the very last minute, we had to re-scheduled it to 26th November because we could not wait any longer.
Not too many photos were taken as nobody brought along any cameras! So we had to settle with my handphone camera. But not too worry, the quality of the pictures are equally good.
Yes, its me in a red Baju Kurung! Last year I wore blue.
That's me and my best buddy, Salimie. He loves to shut his eyes when he is taking picture because he thinks that it's very kinky...
That's Erlina. She looks like a princess lost in a HDB flat.
Salimie tried to get the best of both worlds.
Salimie: *Evil Laughter* Muahahaha!
Group Picture
Erlina and Salimie.
Salimie And Sumanti
Erna And Salimie
Salimie: I love you alot Erlina and I want to be part of your life.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
We decided to go for Hari Raya outing on the 29th of November but at the very last minute, we had to re-scheduled it to 26th November because we could not wait any longer.
Not too many photos were taken as nobody brought along any cameras! So we had to settle with my handphone camera. But not too worry, the quality of the pictures are equally good.
Yes, its me in a red Baju Kurung! Last year I wore blue.
That's me and my best buddy, Salimie. He loves to shut his eyes when he is taking picture because he thinks that it's very kinky...
That's Erlina. She looks like a princess lost in a HDB flat.
Salimie tried to get the best of both worlds.
Salimie: *Evil Laughter* Muahahaha!
Group Picture
Erlina and Salimie.
Salimie And Sumanti
Erna And Salimie
Salimie: I love you alot Erlina and I want to be part of your life.
Me, Salimie and Taufik
Taufik and Salimie
Me and Salimie
And so I shall end this entry.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Singapore Idol: Final Two
Whoever's going to win the Singapore Idol, let it be Taufik Batisah or Slyvester, I wish them both success.
Each of them possess a certain quality that make us attract to them. So may the best man wins!
But I still prefer Maia Lee and Jeassea Thyidor.
Nevertheless, Good luck!
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Whoever's going to win the Singapore Idol, let it be Taufik Batisah or Slyvester, I wish them both success.
Each of them possess a certain quality that make us attract to them. So may the best man wins!
But I still prefer Maia Lee and Jeassea Thyidor.
Nevertheless, Good luck!
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Saturday, November 27, 2004
22nd November - The Significant Day
I love you. I love you. I love you...
With YOU .... I have found the someone that makes me feel good! I have joy and happiness in my heart!
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
I love you. I love you. I love you...
With YOU .... I have found the someone that makes me feel good! I have joy and happiness in my heart!
With YOU ... I feel safe and at home! Yet I feel like I have the freedom to grow and still be me!
With YOU ... I have found the meaning of LOVE! The desire to be whole and the ability to give of myself to others!Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Friday, November 26, 2004
The Love That Was Missed
As I sat there in english class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I dont know why.
11th grade, The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.
She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I dont know why.
Senior year, The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, has not gonna go" well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together-just as 'best friends'. So we did.
Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it.
Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine- but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as i hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and don't know why.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say 'i do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came!'. She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:
"...I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!...
'I wish I did too...' I thought to myself, and I cried.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
As I sat there in english class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I dont know why.
11th grade, The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.
She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I dont know why.
Senior year, The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, has not gonna go" well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together-just as 'best friends'. So we did.
Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it.
Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine- but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as i hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and don't know why.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say 'i do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came!'. She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:
"...I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!...
'I wish I did too...' I thought to myself, and I cried.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Thursday, November 25, 2004
The Escape
Weird. But soon after, the bus-stop was crowded.
I was waiting for my bus patiently when suddenly a middle age man cut my queue and stood right in front of me. And he pretended nothing happened.
"Hello..." I said in a weak voice.
"Hello, this is Jessica. Jessica Martin. I had been kidnapped and I don't know where I am now." Jessica. "It looks like some kind of a deserted place and I saw five guys wearing a black mask with ropes and lubricants."
Me: Oh great! You again?! Look! Nice talking to you Jessica Martin. I wish to help you but I can't I am going to FAINT soon. You do not have to worry. They will release you once they had their fun.
Jessica: FUN? What fun?! I'm not a girl you know?! I am a guy! I just undergo a breast implant. I still have a dick! I can't satisfy them.
Me: Great. They will let you go when they know you are a guy. So, you will be fine. AND stop bothering me ever again. I'm using singtel line leh! No free incoming call. You want to pay for my bill is it?
Jessica: But... But...
I hang up the phone.
Jessica: Not again! I had enough of you! Now I have to click wires again. You think I like doing this!
And then I fainted.
To be continued...
I struggled but I managed to break free from the policeman's grip. I kicked him in the crotch and pushed him to the wall.
He shrieked and lamented, "Oh my poor penis, my poor small penis."
The policewoman tried to reach for her gun but I immediately grasped her two breasts which then she reacted with a slight moan. I let go and slapped her face. But it seemed that she wanted more of the slapping.
She enjoyed it very much. She was very much into bondage.
Enough of her!
I ran out of the station and to the buzzling streets. I wanted to run away as far as I could. But my first priority was to find my Evil Twin back before chaos breaks loose.
I decided to take a bus instead of running. I reached the bus-stop and looked around and realized I was all by myself at the bus-stop.Weird. But soon after, the bus-stop was crowded.
I was waiting for my bus patiently when suddenly a middle age man cut my queue and stood right in front of me. And he pretended nothing happened.
I was pissed off. I tapped on his shoulder and said, "Excuse me, you should queue up."
But he ignored me. He pretended that I did not even exist. He did not want to listen to what I'd said. He was still standing at that spot, refusing to move away.
Others at the back of the queue started to make noises. They were, just like me, irritated with the middle age man. I knew they wanted to confront him but nobody was brave enough to do so.
I repeated, "Excuse me SIR, you cut my queue. You should queue up."
He looked at me and rolled his eyes. And then there was a lady behind me, dressed classily, tapped his shoulder and reprimanded him, "Mr., I think you should be at the back of the queue. Can't you see that?"
"So?" he replied arrogantly.
And then the rest began to voice out.
But he still would not budge!
I had enough. I have to get rid of him.
The bus finally arrived but I just would not want him to be the first to board the bus. I was there first and I should be the one boarding the bus FIRST.
As the door opened, I dashed past the man, hitting him against the shoulder, and climbed up the stairs proudly. I won! I'm first again! Muahaha!
I turned and looked at him. He was frustrated. His face showed it all. But it was not over. Two kids ran past him and went up the bus followed by the lady who was queuing behind me.
Then I realized that I was spotted by the police officers.
I dashed out of the bus and ran towards a deserted path which led me to a forest.
"Stop right there!" shouted one of the police officers. "Stop right now or I will shove this baton into your ass!"
I stopped and teased them by slapping both my butt and then ran again. Muahaha~!
Without realizing, I fell over a cliff...
And into the water...
...
....
.....
I swam my way to the shore but was later greeted by someone familiar.
"Hello there good twin!" greeted my Evil Twin.
My Evil Twin grinned as he looked down at me. He punched me in the chest several times before kicking me in the knee. He grabbed my arm and slammed me into the ground. I leaped into the air but my Evil Twin used his Dark Dive move and caught me in the air.
My Evil Twin launched me to the center of the stage. I landed on his back and wasn't moving much. He picked me up and tossed me into the air. He jumped and did a bicycle kick and sent me back to the ground.
My Evil Twin stepped on my chest. Blood shot out of my mouth. He picked me up by the neck and slapped me in the face a couple of times. My Evil Twin ran circles around me so he could taunt me. I tried to punch my Evil Twin, but all my attempts were blocked.
Me: Before you hit me again, please do not hit my testicles alright? I still want babies. I want to have a good sex life. Hit me anywhere but there.
I leaped back and used my kick move. My Evil Twin jumped over the attack and used his evil punch move on me. He pushed me off the stage and I landed on the ground with a loud thud.
The Evil Twin: Muahaha!
He stared me for a moment and said goodbye. He looked away from me and started running toward the jungle till he was no longer in my sight. I lost him again!
I sighed. I was useless. I lost to my Evil Twin. I am supposedly to be stronger.
Then my cellular rang again."Hello..." I said in a weak voice.
"Hello, this is Jessica. Jessica Martin. I had been kidnapped and I don't know where I am now." Jessica. "It looks like some kind of a deserted place and I saw five guys wearing a black mask with ropes and lubricants."
Me: Oh great! You again?! Look! Nice talking to you Jessica Martin. I wish to help you but I can't I am going to FAINT soon. You do not have to worry. They will release you once they had their fun.
Jessica: FUN? What fun?! I'm not a girl you know?! I am a guy! I just undergo a breast implant. I still have a dick! I can't satisfy them.
Me: Great. They will let you go when they know you are a guy. So, you will be fine. AND stop bothering me ever again. I'm using singtel line leh! No free incoming call. You want to pay for my bill is it?
Jessica: But... But...
I hang up the phone.
Jessica: Not again! I had enough of you! Now I have to click wires again. You think I like doing this!
And then I fainted.
To be continued...
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
My Evil Twin On The Loose...
Me: I have to find my Evil Twin before the cops do. Damn him! Why must he always get into trouble!
But before I took another step forward, I realized I was too tired to move anymore. So I decided to sleep and start searching for my Evil Twin the next morning.
Tick! Tick! Tick!
It read,
"Dear police officers,
I believe you are reading this letter and by now I am already at some place where you all can't find me. SUCKERS! HAHAHAHA.
But if you do want to leave any message, find Isaac! He knows... everything!
Goodbye."
Me: Curse my Evil Twin!
Me: Wipe off that horny expression of yours from your face now, policewoman!
Policewoman: Oh fine! Let's piece the descriptions together.
..
...
....
Policewoman: Here we are!
Everyone stared at the screen, at the face.
Both of the police officers stared at me.
Policeman: Arrest HIM!
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! It's not me. The picture you are seeing now is my Evil Twin...!
To be continued...
Me: I have to find my Evil Twin before the cops do. Damn him! Why must he always get into trouble!
But before I took another step forward, I realized I was too tired to move anymore. So I decided to sleep and start searching for my Evil Twin the next morning.
Tick! Tick! Tick!
The seconds merged into minutes and minutes into hours.
The sun rose in a pool of crimson gold, spilling lights all over the land and white clouds. The sun shone more kindly, and the trees, which framed the scene, were golden and lovely. The flowers that rioted in the garden were beautiful.
Soft morning light crept through the curtains; slowly making its way around the room. The virgin rays bounced off the fresh linens creating an unearthly glow around the poster bed. Amidst the satin sheets laid I. Wide-awake, I took a breath as his arms are outstretched.
An angel appeared out of nowhere and spoke,
"Yeah yeah yeah! cut the story short on get on with it... So long winded!"
Me: ...
Angel: I have to leave now. Bless you.
Me: *Shocked* What was that all about?!
Then, I dressed up and was about to leave my house to search for my Evil Twin when my front house door burst opened.
"Freeze!"
I stood still and realized that police officers had surrounded me.
"Put your hands over your head!" shouted one of the police officer. "Move one bit and I will shoot this laughing gas!"
"We saw a note placed next to Marilyn Monroe's phone." exclaimed a policewomen.
It read,
"Dear police officers,
I believe you are reading this letter and by now I am already at some place where you all can't find me. SUCKERS! HAHAHAHA.
But if you do want to leave any message, find Isaac! He knows... everything!
Goodbye."
Me: Curse my Evil Twin!
Policeman: We have to bring you to the station for further questioning. Please cooperate with us.
Me: Why must you bloody hell burst the door open and ask me to put my hands over my head when I have done nothing wrong!
Policewoman: It's really kinky. I love seeing men squirm. They make me high ... *rub her chest and then...*
Policeman: *Slaps the policewoman* Snap out of it. You're making me horny too!
Me: Did you all come to my house for an orgy session or what?!
Minutes had passed...
I was in a dim-lighted confine room, with two other officers, a man and a woman. They were fierce-looking.
Policewoman: Now tell me what was the letter all about? And why did he kill Marilyn Monroe.
Me: He hated me to the core! He wanted revenge. That letter means nothing.
Policeman: Do you know him?
Me: Yes.
Policewoman: Who is he?
Me: He is my Evil Twin!
Policeman: *Slammed his hands to the table* Don't try to joke around with us kid!
Policewoman: If you say so kid, then describe how he looks like to us.
The policewoman switched on her computer and sketched out the description on one of the very famous program that police used to identify criminals; face-identification program.
Me: He has thick eyebrows and a small pair of dark brown eyes ...
Policewoman: A`huh.
Me: His nose is... BIG.
Policewoman: *Stared hard at her PC* Indeed! I can even stuff two pencils in only one of his nostrils!
Me: ...
Policewoman: Okay fine! I won't laugh!
Me: He has short messy hair...
Policewoman: Aiyoh! He never comb hair one ah? Why his hair so dry?!
Me: Can you shut up!
Policeman: Hey! That's not the kind of tone you're going to use on us!
Policewoman: Continue...
Me: He has small kissable lips.
Policewoman: *Licks her computer screen* I need you. I want to kiss you. *And she licks again* Ahh! Ahh yeah Ahh!
Policeman: *Slaps her* Snap out of it!Me: Wipe off that horny expression of yours from your face now, policewoman!
Policewoman: Oh fine! Let's piece the descriptions together.
..
...
....
Policewoman: Here we are!
Everyone stared at the screen, at the face.
Both of the police officers stared at me.
Policeman: Arrest HIM!
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! It's not me. The picture you are seeing now is my Evil Twin...!
To be continued...
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Happy Birthday To Abang Amal And Zuraidah
Happy birthday to my beloved Abang Amal and my good friend, Zuraidah.
Both of them are special in their own way.
Zuraidah is one bubbly kind-hearted girl. And did I ever mention that she has a very uncanny resemblance to one of channel 5 actress, Norleena Salim.
She is very dedicated to her work and would never break her promises unneccessarily. She is also a very good dictator. Sometimes, she possessed the quality of a diva.
With all these wonderful qualities, I believe she can make it big when she grow up.
Though we are not that close in school, we often chat on MSN and that build a strong rapport between the two of us. I have never regret being her friend and will never will!
Amal is my dearest brother whom I know for almost a year and a half already. He is someone special to me and I would never want to lose him again.
He is a guy who knows all his dance moves well and even won several dance competitions. I admire him alot for his positive and crazy attitude.
He has never failed to make me happy. He is soft spoken and kind by nature. Everyone seems to love him!
And he's one gorgeous looking guy who everyone loves to fall in love with and bring home to meet their parents.
I wish my abang Amal success in everything he do.
And now let me sing a birthday song to them.
Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to Abang Amal and Zuraidah. Happy birthday to you!
I wish both of you the best of health and that all of your wishes will come true.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Gone Berserk: My Evil Twin
If you noticed, previously Rebecca Tan, a model, was featured as Lee Hwa Jewelry ambassador and the advertisement would be shown on television every thirty minutes or so.
Four months later, they stopped airing it. Now, Lee Hwa Jewelry came back with a new girl and advertisement which will be aired on channel 5 and channel 8 every fifteen minutes or so.
Grr...!
Evil Twin: Why? Are you jealous that you're not on TV?
Me: ...
Evil Twin: Admit it!
Me: Oh for once, just shut up!
Evil Twin: ...
I had sat for the Networking Fundamental examination and I find it quite alright. We were given 1 and 1/2 hours to complete the 30 questions on the paper.
Amazingly, I had completed the multiple choice sections less than twenty minutes and I still had ample of time.
There was not a need for me to rush, I thought. So I did slowly.
An hour had passed but I was still doing the number 27th question. I thought I was the one who had done so fast but I realize that most of them had completed the paper when the invigilator abruptly announced that they could immediately leave the examination room upon completion.
Instantly, I was so mad to myself for doing the papers so slowly. One by one of them got out from their seats and left the examination room till there were only two left. Another guy, Fazdzlie and I.
I began to panic.
I read the last three questions and just scribbled the answers down because I do not want to be left alone in that room!
But not to worry, I think I did well.
Evil Twin: *Rolls eyes* Oh no you won't! I would not let that happen.
If you noticed, previously Rebecca Tan, a model, was featured as Lee Hwa Jewelry ambassador and the advertisement would be shown on television every thirty minutes or so.
Four months later, they stopped airing it. Now, Lee Hwa Jewelry came back with a new girl and advertisement which will be aired on channel 5 and channel 8 every fifteen minutes or so.
Grr...!
Evil Twin: Why? Are you jealous that you're not on TV?
Me: ...
Evil Twin: Admit it!
Me: Oh for once, just shut up!
Evil Twin: ...
I had sat for the Networking Fundamental examination and I find it quite alright. We were given 1 and 1/2 hours to complete the 30 questions on the paper.
Amazingly, I had completed the multiple choice sections less than twenty minutes and I still had ample of time.
There was not a need for me to rush, I thought. So I did slowly.
An hour had passed but I was still doing the number 27th question. I thought I was the one who had done so fast but I realize that most of them had completed the paper when the invigilator abruptly announced that they could immediately leave the examination room upon completion.
Instantly, I was so mad to myself for doing the papers so slowly. One by one of them got out from their seats and left the examination room till there were only two left. Another guy, Fazdzlie and I.
I began to panic.
I read the last three questions and just scribbled the answers down because I do not want to be left alone in that room!
But not to worry, I think I did well.
Evil Twin: *Rolls eyes* Oh no you won't! I would not let that happen.
Me: What are you going to do about it?!
Evil Twinn: I... I... I am going to kill Marilyn Monroe! And you can't stop me from doing so. *Laughs like a witch*
My Evil Twin zoomed past me just like Dash in The Incrediles.
Me: Damn! I better call Marilyn Monroe on my cellular.
Ring! Ring!
Me: Hello... Marilyn Monroe?
The person on the other line: Hello..Me: Are you Marilyn Monroe?
The person on the other line: No .. I am not Marilyn Monroe. I am...
Me: Then who are you?! SPEAK UP!
The person on the other line: Can... you ... shut up and let me finish my sentence.
Me: Hurry up. Precious time is wasted here.
The person on the other line: I am Jessica. Jessica Martin and I had been kidnapped. I ...
Me: Yeah yeah yeah! Call someone else...
Jessica Martin: Please... please don't hang up. If you do I will die.
I hang up the phone.
Jessica Martin: Hello... Hello... Damn him! I told him not to hang up right?! Now I have to start clicking wires again. Maybe I will just have phonesex with whoever I got through next.
I dialed the numbers again.
*Ring**Ring*
Me: Hello, Is this Marilyn Monroe?
Marilyn Monroe: Hehehehehehehe! I am she.
Me: You are going to die!
Marilyn Monroe: Hehehehehehe!
Me: Shut up and listen to me.
Marilyn Monroe: HEHEHEHE!
The door slammed opened and there appear my Evil Twin.
Me: *Heard the noises from the background* Get out of there, Marilyn Monroe!
Marilyn Monroe: HEHEHE!
Then, my Evil Twin advanced to her and tickled her vigorously.
Marilyn Monroe: HEHEHHEHEHE! Stop it! I can't take it anymore. I think I am going to die!
My evil twin ignored her pleas and continued.
Minutes later, she died with her mouth opened.
Me: No!!!!!!!!!!
To be continued...
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Major Exams
I will be seating for my final year examinations on the 22nd and 25th of November. I shall not risk of failing or scoring badly. I will never will.
I still have 290 pages to revise, 23 structured questions to answer and 16 hours more to the next paper. But for now, I shall blog.
I want to emphasise again that I always visit all my blog links every day but have the tendency of not tagging or writing comments on their blogs. Even so, that does not mean I did not read your blog.
Below is a genuine email send out to staff at an unnamed company.
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To: All Staff
Subject: Copier
Please, please please please please - I am begging - keep any and all paper clips away from the copier!
We have had two service calls in the last few days removing paper clips, staples and a binder clip from the innards of the copier.
PLEASE be really really really really careful around the copier. Especially the document handler, which seems to suck clits like a vacuum cleaner.
Thanks for your help.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
I will be seating for my final year examinations on the 22nd and 25th of November. I shall not risk of failing or scoring badly. I will never will.
I still have 290 pages to revise, 23 structured questions to answer and 16 hours more to the next paper. But for now, I shall blog.
I want to emphasise again that I always visit all my blog links every day but have the tendency of not tagging or writing comments on their blogs. Even so, that does not mean I did not read your blog.
Afterward, I checked my GMAIL.
Then I had receive an e-mail which was mistakenly sent to me.Below is a genuine email send out to staff at an unnamed company.
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To: All Staff
Subject: Copier
Please, please please please please - I am begging - keep any and all paper clips away from the copier!
We have had two service calls in the last few days removing paper clips, staples and a binder clip from the innards of the copier.
PLEASE be really really really really careful around the copier. Especially the document handler, which seems to suck clits like a vacuum cleaner.
Thanks for your help.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Curses
I had enough of R.L Stine books. They just give me the creeps. Every time I took the books out from my shelves to read, something weird and bad WILL happen.
Damn those books!
I boarded bus 63 and decided to settle at my favorite seat on the bus which was three rows at the right. Admist the journey, the bus became crowded. However, there was still one vacant seat in front of me.
But nobody could get to that seat as there was an old man seated next to it who was pretending to sleep and trying his best to prevent the passengers from having that seat.
He wanted it all to himself, I thought. He's selfish.
A young businessman carrying a suitcase on his left and tons of papers on his right desperately needed a place to seat.
And the last available seat he found was the one next to the old man. the young man tapped the old man's shoulder but still he pretended to be asleep.
I swore I saw him slightly opened his right eyes to see if the young man was still insisting on seating next to him.
Then he shut his eye back.
And this kept on going for the next fifteen minutes or so.
I was rather pissed with his behaviour even though he was an elder to me. But then something unusual happened.
An old man walked right up to him and tapped his shoulders, like everyone else did, wanting to get that seat.
The old man opened his eyes and gave way to the other old man.
Suprise! Suprise! That's one choosy Singaporean.
Enough about him.
In the toilet, I had accidentally cut my upper lips while getting rid of my about-to-grow-moustache. I experienced an unbearably painful burning sensation on my upper lips and it bled.
@$($@!
And when I was on my way to meet my friend, my left sandal's sole fell off; broken. I had to walk as though I was limping.
Not too mentioned, crazy old men just kept on hitting me on the shoulder while I was walking.
I had enough. Something had to be done.
I took the R.L Stine books and threw them into the rubbish chute.
And then, all was normal again.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
I had enough of R.L Stine books. They just give me the creeps. Every time I took the books out from my shelves to read, something weird and bad WILL happen.
Damn those books!
I boarded bus 63 and decided to settle at my favorite seat on the bus which was three rows at the right. Admist the journey, the bus became crowded. However, there was still one vacant seat in front of me.
But nobody could get to that seat as there was an old man seated next to it who was pretending to sleep and trying his best to prevent the passengers from having that seat.
He wanted it all to himself, I thought. He's selfish.
A young businessman carrying a suitcase on his left and tons of papers on his right desperately needed a place to seat.
And the last available seat he found was the one next to the old man. the young man tapped the old man's shoulder but still he pretended to be asleep.
I swore I saw him slightly opened his right eyes to see if the young man was still insisting on seating next to him.
Then he shut his eye back.
And this kept on going for the next fifteen minutes or so.
I was rather pissed with his behaviour even though he was an elder to me. But then something unusual happened.
An old man walked right up to him and tapped his shoulders, like everyone else did, wanting to get that seat.
The old man opened his eyes and gave way to the other old man.
Suprise! Suprise! That's one choosy Singaporean.
Enough about him.
In the toilet, I had accidentally cut my upper lips while getting rid of my about-to-grow-moustache. I experienced an unbearably painful burning sensation on my upper lips and it bled.
@$($@!
And when I was on my way to meet my friend, my left sandal's sole fell off; broken. I had to walk as though I was limping.
Not too mentioned, crazy old men just kept on hitting me on the shoulder while I was walking.
I had enough. Something had to be done.
I took the R.L Stine books and threw them into the rubbish chute.
And then, all was normal again.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Friday, November 19, 2004
The Little Boy
"Mummy, do you want to eat my prawn?" asked the 5 years old boy.
His mum smiled and reached out for the prawn but the little boy pinned his prawn down to his plate and demanded money from his mum, "Pay me 15 dollars for the prawn or the deal will be off!"
His mum smiled again but refused his offer.
The little boy pretentiously said that the prawn will not cost a single cent and his mum believed. Yet again, she reached out for the prawn but the little boy refused to give it to her mum unless she paid 10 dollars to him for that small piece of prawn.
And his mum replied, "You bloody kid! Just give me the damn prawn or I will beat you up!"
He cried.
"Muahaha! Now I have the bloody prawn and you don't, son!" she gloated.
"Daddy, mummy bullied me!" shouted the 5 years old boy.
"For once, can you just shut up and eat your food without talking too much!" replied his daddy.
And the little boy took the sharp knife and stabbed his dad several times and slashed his mum's neck and they bled to death.
No! I was kidding after the sentence, And his mum replied, "You bloody kid! Just give me the damn prawn or I will beat you up!"
I believed when the kid is older, he would be rather money-minded. If at such a age, he is already talking about money, he would be one haughty money-grubber guy when he grows up.
"Mummy, do you want to eat my prawn?" asked the 5 years old boy.
His mum smiled and reached out for the prawn but the little boy pinned his prawn down to his plate and demanded money from his mum, "Pay me 15 dollars for the prawn or the deal will be off!"
His mum smiled again but refused his offer.
The little boy pretentiously said that the prawn will not cost a single cent and his mum believed. Yet again, she reached out for the prawn but the little boy refused to give it to her mum unless she paid 10 dollars to him for that small piece of prawn.
And his mum replied, "You bloody kid! Just give me the damn prawn or I will beat you up!"
He cried.
"Muahaha! Now I have the bloody prawn and you don't, son!" she gloated.
"Daddy, mummy bullied me!" shouted the 5 years old boy.
"For once, can you just shut up and eat your food without talking too much!" replied his daddy.
And the little boy took the sharp knife and stabbed his dad several times and slashed his mum's neck and they bled to death.
No! I was kidding after the sentence, And his mum replied, "You bloody kid! Just give me the damn prawn or I will beat you up!"
I believed when the kid is older, he would be rather money-minded. If at such a age, he is already talking about money, he would be one haughty money-grubber guy when he grows up.
Evil Twin: Bleah~!
Me: Why you...!
I charged at my Evil Twin and punched him hard in the face.
"Be still", my Evil Twin said as he tried to hit me but I was too fast for him and uppercutted him in the chin, sending him hurling into the air, I then materialized infront of his mouth.
Clasping my hands together, I bashed him in the gut, smirking as I saw him descend faster than a speeding bullet.
I charged towards my Evil Twin and banged him into the the brick walls! After that, I grabbed ahold of a loose piece of pipe and WHACK him in his face!
"Muahaha," I laughed as I saw my Evil Twin collapsed to the ground.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Learnt
I have always wanted to be the best, and to achieve great results academically and in sports. But however, being good in everything will lead to your downfall.
I've learned that it's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts. And that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do.
I've also begin to understand that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up. And that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
It isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you are to learn to forgive yourself. And that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I've begin to accept that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
I have always wanted to be the best, and to achieve great results academically and in sports. But however, being good in everything will lead to your downfall.
I've learned that it's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts. And that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do.
I've also begin to understand that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up. And that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
It isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you are to learn to forgive yourself. And that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I've begin to accept that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Long Distance Love
I am sorry I can't introduce myself right now, because I am running.
The sun has not set yet but it is dark. There are dark clouds all over the sky and they are filling the air with water. It seems as if today they are going to cry all of their tears away.
I am trying to run as fast as I can but the rain is faster than me. So far it hasn't let me win. The wind and rain are trying to stop me but I am not going to let them do that.
The wind is firing the rain drops like bullets on my face but nothing is going to stop me today because today I have to reach for a place, I have to reach for my life, I have to reach for the bench; yes... the bench.
I go pass the lamppost that is only illuminating the rain. I cross the road, jump over the wooden fence and land into the world of my yesterdays.
It was raining, but that day it was not raining to stop me, rather it took me to places. Places that I had always seen but I had never been there before. It was a very soft rain that fell like breeze on my face.
That's why I was not running, I was just walking. I had never met this park in the rain before. I used to stay at home in the rain. It was the first time that I had gone there in the rain.
I don't remember since how long had I been coming in this park, sitting on the bench under the willow and watching the sunset. It must have been a long time. It seemed as if the bench belonged to me, as now there was no one who would sit on that bench but me.
It was a wooden bench of a medium length. On one side there was a meadow and on the other face, just behind the willow there was a big pond. Everyday the sun would play hide and seek with me from behind the leaves of the willow and then would drown in the pond.
But that day, there was no sun; instead rain was sinking in the pond. I had hardly reached my place when I saw a girl approaching the bench hurriedly. I stopped. I wished her to pass by and not to sit on my bench.
Or may be I wished her to sit on my bench. I didn't know till then. But she did sit there and I was surprised. May be she sat there because the willow was the nearest shelter from the rain.
It was after a long time that someone else besides me had sat there and it felt good. I turned to my left and stood under another tree, with no bench of course, from where I could see her.
She was sitting there with both of her hands in her lap and her eyes wandering here and there but looking nowhere. She was interested in nothing I guess. She was only waiting for the rain to stop.
After a while the rain turned into a drizzle. She stood up and walked away.
I stood there for a while, staring at the bench and then walked on.
Next evening, after a long and tough working day, I went to the park. White clouds were playing in the sky like naughty little kids. It was about twenty minutes to sunset. I reached my place and ...there was someone sitting on my bench. Do I need to tell you who?
She was there again and I couldn't believe it. She deprived me of sitting on my bench for the second time and today the sunset as well. It was the most beautiful injustice ever done to me.
Now there was no other way for me but just to stand another tree and that's what I did. When the sun was setting, a strange thing happened; I saw two sunsets, one in the pond and the other in her eyes.
After that day I never went there to see the sun sinking in the pond but to see the sun setting in her eyes. I had given that bench to her without telling her. And she, without knowing it, took it from me.
The days kept on creeping and it seemed to me it'll carry on forever. After every hard working day, I would see her and all my tiresomeness would take wings and fly away. She was like that. She was not special but different.
And what was that, that made her different; I could never have known until a child solved my problem. He made her smile and yes, that was smile. I had never seen her smiling before but that was smile all over her, on her lips, in her eyes, in the movement of her hands, in the wavering of her hair, in the walking of her feet. SHE was smile.
So far everything seemed like a movie but it wasn't a movie. I wish it were so that I wouldn't let the bad part come and keep it happening forever. Till then it did seem as if it will go like this forever but then the bad part came. It may sound despicable to you, did to me.
Even that I feel cheap to say that it was people. They would sit on my bench. Cheap isn't it? I let them sit on my bench, I didn't object. But the cheapest part is that they took away all the smiles. I only allowed them to sit on my bench, not to take away all the smiles.
But, well, I could say nothing to them as they were not bad but they just couldn't wait. They were kind of people who just do it. While I knew how to wait. I can wait forever. All my life I had been waiting for nobody, now I could wait for her. I could wait for her smile to come into my eyes, for her words to come into my ears.
I kept on waiting and things kept on changing. She changed too. She had become special, not for me but for others. For me she was still different. She was still coming to the park but now I could only see one sunset, that in the pond.
I lost my bench too. Now there were a lot of people on and around my bench and I was waiting for them to leave. I wanted my bench to be left alone, just with her. But how to make them leave, I didn't know. The only thing I could do was to wait, that's what I did and that's what I am good at.
And today is the day. I had been waiting for this day. It is raining as hard as it can and I am running as fast as I can. First time when it rained I found her. Now it's raining again and I'll find her again. I am sure of it.
After jumping over the wooden fence, I land into the park. It is twenty minutes to sunset. I step into a little ditch full of water and lose my balance but I have no time to fall so I don't fall and keep on running. I know they are not coming today. The rain will stop them.
They are afraid of the rain. But what about her? She had changed quite some time ago. She wouldn't want to come when no one else is coming. But I am coming, she will have to come. She is a brave girl, she won't be afraid of rain.
Today I'll forget everything that happened before. Today it will like the first time. Today everything will start all over again. The bad part is over and this time I wont let anyone near my bench but just her and I.
While passing by an iron bench, I lose my balance again and my knee hits the corner of the bench. These iron benches do hurt you know but my wooden bench never hurts. I don't have time to feel this pain so I keep on running towards my place.
And finally I am there. Yes, I have reached the bench. I can see the place now. The raindrops are trying to hide it but I can see the place.
All the days of the past are scampering in front of my eyes. I am feeling tired now and I am feeling pain in my knee.
There is no one on the bench.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
I am sorry I can't introduce myself right now, because I am running.
The sun has not set yet but it is dark. There are dark clouds all over the sky and they are filling the air with water. It seems as if today they are going to cry all of their tears away.
I am trying to run as fast as I can but the rain is faster than me. So far it hasn't let me win. The wind and rain are trying to stop me but I am not going to let them do that.
The wind is firing the rain drops like bullets on my face but nothing is going to stop me today because today I have to reach for a place, I have to reach for my life, I have to reach for the bench; yes... the bench.
I go pass the lamppost that is only illuminating the rain. I cross the road, jump over the wooden fence and land into the world of my yesterdays.
It was raining, but that day it was not raining to stop me, rather it took me to places. Places that I had always seen but I had never been there before. It was a very soft rain that fell like breeze on my face.
That's why I was not running, I was just walking. I had never met this park in the rain before. I used to stay at home in the rain. It was the first time that I had gone there in the rain.
I don't remember since how long had I been coming in this park, sitting on the bench under the willow and watching the sunset. It must have been a long time. It seemed as if the bench belonged to me, as now there was no one who would sit on that bench but me.
It was a wooden bench of a medium length. On one side there was a meadow and on the other face, just behind the willow there was a big pond. Everyday the sun would play hide and seek with me from behind the leaves of the willow and then would drown in the pond.
But that day, there was no sun; instead rain was sinking in the pond. I had hardly reached my place when I saw a girl approaching the bench hurriedly. I stopped. I wished her to pass by and not to sit on my bench.
Or may be I wished her to sit on my bench. I didn't know till then. But she did sit there and I was surprised. May be she sat there because the willow was the nearest shelter from the rain.
It was after a long time that someone else besides me had sat there and it felt good. I turned to my left and stood under another tree, with no bench of course, from where I could see her.
She was sitting there with both of her hands in her lap and her eyes wandering here and there but looking nowhere. She was interested in nothing I guess. She was only waiting for the rain to stop.
After a while the rain turned into a drizzle. She stood up and walked away.
I stood there for a while, staring at the bench and then walked on.
Next evening, after a long and tough working day, I went to the park. White clouds were playing in the sky like naughty little kids. It was about twenty minutes to sunset. I reached my place and ...there was someone sitting on my bench. Do I need to tell you who?
She was there again and I couldn't believe it. She deprived me of sitting on my bench for the second time and today the sunset as well. It was the most beautiful injustice ever done to me.
Now there was no other way for me but just to stand another tree and that's what I did. When the sun was setting, a strange thing happened; I saw two sunsets, one in the pond and the other in her eyes.
After that day I never went there to see the sun sinking in the pond but to see the sun setting in her eyes. I had given that bench to her without telling her. And she, without knowing it, took it from me.
The days kept on creeping and it seemed to me it'll carry on forever. After every hard working day, I would see her and all my tiresomeness would take wings and fly away. She was like that. She was not special but different.
And what was that, that made her different; I could never have known until a child solved my problem. He made her smile and yes, that was smile. I had never seen her smiling before but that was smile all over her, on her lips, in her eyes, in the movement of her hands, in the wavering of her hair, in the walking of her feet. SHE was smile.
So far everything seemed like a movie but it wasn't a movie. I wish it were so that I wouldn't let the bad part come and keep it happening forever. Till then it did seem as if it will go like this forever but then the bad part came. It may sound despicable to you, did to me.
Even that I feel cheap to say that it was people. They would sit on my bench. Cheap isn't it? I let them sit on my bench, I didn't object. But the cheapest part is that they took away all the smiles. I only allowed them to sit on my bench, not to take away all the smiles.
But, well, I could say nothing to them as they were not bad but they just couldn't wait. They were kind of people who just do it. While I knew how to wait. I can wait forever. All my life I had been waiting for nobody, now I could wait for her. I could wait for her smile to come into my eyes, for her words to come into my ears.
I kept on waiting and things kept on changing. She changed too. She had become special, not for me but for others. For me she was still different. She was still coming to the park but now I could only see one sunset, that in the pond.
I lost my bench too. Now there were a lot of people on and around my bench and I was waiting for them to leave. I wanted my bench to be left alone, just with her. But how to make them leave, I didn't know. The only thing I could do was to wait, that's what I did and that's what I am good at.
And today is the day. I had been waiting for this day. It is raining as hard as it can and I am running as fast as I can. First time when it rained I found her. Now it's raining again and I'll find her again. I am sure of it.
After jumping over the wooden fence, I land into the park. It is twenty minutes to sunset. I step into a little ditch full of water and lose my balance but I have no time to fall so I don't fall and keep on running. I know they are not coming today. The rain will stop them.
They are afraid of the rain. But what about her? She had changed quite some time ago. She wouldn't want to come when no one else is coming. But I am coming, she will have to come. She is a brave girl, she won't be afraid of rain.
Today I'll forget everything that happened before. Today it will like the first time. Today everything will start all over again. The bad part is over and this time I wont let anyone near my bench but just her and I.
While passing by an iron bench, I lose my balance again and my knee hits the corner of the bench. These iron benches do hurt you know but my wooden bench never hurts. I don't have time to feel this pain so I keep on running towards my place.
And finally I am there. Yes, I have reached the bench. I can see the place now. The raindrops are trying to hide it but I can see the place.
All the days of the past are scampering in front of my eyes. I am feeling tired now and I am feeling pain in my knee.
There is no one on the bench.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Movie Review of The Forgotten
Telly Paretta (Julianne Moore, worked up into a lather) is a mother in mourning, lost in depression over the death of her 9-year-old boy, Sam, in a plane accident.
Unable to focus on reality, Telly's mind is blown when she is informed by her therapist (Gary Sinise) and her husband (Anthony Edwards) that Sam never existed.
Refusing to accept such an explanation, Telly goes off on her own to investigate what happened to her son, meeting another parent (Dominic West, "Chicago") along the way who starts to believe her wild suggestions.
On their trail are the police and suspicious National Security agents who aren't ready to explain to anybody why they need to capture Telly.
"The Forgotten" opens with a knockout premise that holds the promise that director Joseph Ruben is going after the same taught psychological thriller vibe that boosted his 1991 film, "Sleeping with the Enemy."
What would happen if the child you were grieving over, almost pathologically, turned out to be a hoax? Their whole life the end product of an elaborate mind game your brain was playing on you?
"Forgotten" has a foundation built for thrills and twists, but somewhere in development, the material was thrashed by the stick of stupidity.
Written by Gerald Di Pego, "Forgotten" feels like a discarded "Outer Limits" episode that was somehow stretched from 45 minutes to 90. Without giving too much away, the film is tinged with science fiction, which undercuts the psychological aspects of the story fairly quickly.
Let's just say that what begins as a study of the mind ends with material that Mulder and Scully wouldn't be out of place investigating.
What "The Forgotten" eventually becomes isn't such a terrible thing, but Di Pego grips the audience right away with a more Earthbound story, and when the sci-fi elements start to ratchet up in the last half of the picture, the careful balance and mood are thrown to the wind.
Ruben does provide a couple of great scare moments, one of which is an incredible audience-tosses-popcorn-in-the-air car crash scene that is executed perfectly.
And his ability to manipulate the material to a contractual running time is impressive in hindsight. However, as the events in the film get more fantastical, Ruben keeps skipping opportunities for his characters to react to the lunacy.
Some strange stuff happens to Telly, and all she can do is incessantly whine about her son (the amount of times Moore yells "Sam!" could lead to a new drinking game), oblivious to the oddities that keep pursuing her.
This results in one sequence where the roof is literally blown away above Telly, and Ruben simply fades to black. What? There would be enough movie material in the response to this incident alone, but it's left to the audiences' imaginations, when very little else is.
"The Forgotten" is aided by good performances and a creepy tone, but undone by "X-Files" leftovers, and a direct lift from Alex Proyas' "Dark City." Maybe the film's title says it best, and the picture would be better appreciated as a distant memory that never happened.
I rate this movie, 8/10
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Telly Paretta (Julianne Moore, worked up into a lather) is a mother in mourning, lost in depression over the death of her 9-year-old boy, Sam, in a plane accident.
Unable to focus on reality, Telly's mind is blown when she is informed by her therapist (Gary Sinise) and her husband (Anthony Edwards) that Sam never existed.
Refusing to accept such an explanation, Telly goes off on her own to investigate what happened to her son, meeting another parent (Dominic West, "Chicago") along the way who starts to believe her wild suggestions.
On their trail are the police and suspicious National Security agents who aren't ready to explain to anybody why they need to capture Telly.
"The Forgotten" opens with a knockout premise that holds the promise that director Joseph Ruben is going after the same taught psychological thriller vibe that boosted his 1991 film, "Sleeping with the Enemy."
What would happen if the child you were grieving over, almost pathologically, turned out to be a hoax? Their whole life the end product of an elaborate mind game your brain was playing on you?
"Forgotten" has a foundation built for thrills and twists, but somewhere in development, the material was thrashed by the stick of stupidity.
Written by Gerald Di Pego, "Forgotten" feels like a discarded "Outer Limits" episode that was somehow stretched from 45 minutes to 90. Without giving too much away, the film is tinged with science fiction, which undercuts the psychological aspects of the story fairly quickly.
Let's just say that what begins as a study of the mind ends with material that Mulder and Scully wouldn't be out of place investigating.
What "The Forgotten" eventually becomes isn't such a terrible thing, but Di Pego grips the audience right away with a more Earthbound story, and when the sci-fi elements start to ratchet up in the last half of the picture, the careful balance and mood are thrown to the wind.
Ruben does provide a couple of great scare moments, one of which is an incredible audience-tosses-popcorn-in-the-air car crash scene that is executed perfectly.
And his ability to manipulate the material to a contractual running time is impressive in hindsight. However, as the events in the film get more fantastical, Ruben keeps skipping opportunities for his characters to react to the lunacy.
Some strange stuff happens to Telly, and all she can do is incessantly whine about her son (the amount of times Moore yells "Sam!" could lead to a new drinking game), oblivious to the oddities that keep pursuing her.
This results in one sequence where the roof is literally blown away above Telly, and Ruben simply fades to black. What? There would be enough movie material in the response to this incident alone, but it's left to the audiences' imaginations, when very little else is.
"The Forgotten" is aided by good performances and a creepy tone, but undone by "X-Files" leftovers, and a direct lift from Alex Proyas' "Dark City." Maybe the film's title says it best, and the picture would be better appreciated as a distant memory that never happened.
I rate this movie, 8/10
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Monday, November 15, 2004
"Love is like an autumn morn; crisp and cool and the essence of exhilaration."
They held on for a few moments, just like that. Lost in each other, lost in time. A smile crept across both their faces, spreading from ear to ear. Two smiles glowing in the darkness. It was day...but the storm and the clouds hovered above, causing an eerie atmosphere.
Neither Bianca nor Isaac noticed, however. They were focused on each other. Arms around each other, foreheads pressed lightly together, the day seemed bright for them.
"Wow." Isaac whispered. It was all he could say. There was absolutely no words to describe what was going on in his mind, her heart, her body, her soul...THEIR soul. He reached up and tenderly stroked Bianca's cheek, wiping away her tears.
As for Bianca, she could not even muster a meager "wow". Her heart was in her throat, causing her not to be able to speak, for fear it would not be real. What had just happened, what she had felt, she had never felt anything that intense in her life. This was the moment she had waited for for so long. For love. For tenderness. For electricity. And now, she had felt all that, and more. So much more.
"I've waited for this for so long." Isaac whispered. "I wish I could have let myself beleive this was real earlier. I wish I could turn back time, and save you the hurt I caused. I wish..." Isaac couldn't finish, for Bianca put a single finger over his lips, silencing him.
"No, Isaac...don't. This is all I could ask for. No looking back in the past. No regrets for past decisions. It's just you and me...now. Not back then. We're here NOW and that's all that matters." Bianca whispered.
She removed her finger, and replaced it with her lips. A sweet peck. "You.." she whispered. Another soft kiss. "Me..." Another one. "Together..." And again. "Now..." This time Bianca brought her lips to Isaac's for a long, deep kiss. She could stay like this forever. She wanted to. She never wanted to leave...never wanted to let Isaac out of her sight.
Isaac smiled. He'd never dreamed it would be like this. If he had of known, Isaac knew he would have never even tried to build a wall. "Right...we're together now. Always. We'll go slow...we'll take our time. But I love you, Bianca. I love you."
Tears flowed from Bianca's eyes. "I love you. More than I think you will ever know. More than I will ever be able to show you..." Bianca said, quoting Isaac from the night before. It seemed right to say it now.
Isaac's mouth dropped open. He started to say something but changed his mind. He smiled. It was perfect. It was right.
"Well well well, isn't this sweet." A voice said from behind them.
Jumping, they turned around. They gasped. Isaac instinctively put his arm around Bianca.
It was Michael. He looked mad. Insane, even. There was a wild look in his eyes.
And he had a gun.
Isaac could only stare at the gun in Michael's hand, pointing towards the two of them. He wrapped his arms around Bianca, trying in some small way to protect her with his body. The two of them hovered together, the rain pouring down, soaking them and Michael.
"Oh, would you two quit it with the sappy love fest already?" Michael spat out, narrowing his eyes. He motioned the gun to the side. "Get away from her, Isaac. Step over there."
When Isaac didn't move, Michael became even angrier. "I SAID, MOVE IT!" He raised the gun to point at Isaac, who still stood right where he was.
Bianca was scared. She didn't want Isaac to let her go, she didn't want to let go of Isaac. But he had the gun pointed right at him...
"Isaac..." Bianca whispered. "Do what he says."
Isaac didn't want to...God, he didn't want to let go of Bianca.
"Isaac, just do it. I'll be ok. We'll be ok." Bianca assured him. But that was a lie. She wasn't ok. She didn't know if they were going to be ok.
Michael snorted a laugh. "Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that, sweetcheeks. Isaac and I here have a lot of unfinished business, so to speak."
Isaac slowly backed away from Bianca. He felt as if his heart were ripping in two. He didn't have a good feeling about this. Not at all. Think Isaac think...
"What do you mean, Michael? Is this about the other night?" Isaac asked. He had to give himself a mental pat on the back. Michael's face looed really messed up. His nose was black and purple, and it now had a flat quality to it. His lip was swollen to twice it's size, which made his smirk seem all the more evil.
Michael began to slowly walk forward towards the both of them. "No, Isaac, not about the other night. No...we had unfinished business before that." He smiled. How stupid was he? He still hadn't figured it out. "As a matter of fact, I'd say our unfinished business began...oh...about ten years ago."
Now Isaac was really confused. He hadn't even KNOWN Michael ten years ago. What in the hell was he talking about?
"I don't know what you're talking about, Michael." Isaac took in a sharp breath, and let it out slowly. "Look...whatever this 'unfinished business' is, you and I can talk about it. But let Bianca go. You've already hurt her enough. Just let her go."
Michael continued to creep forward, like a snake slithering towards it's prey. "But don't you see, Isaac? By hurting Bianca...I hurt you. It's always been about hurting you."
Bianca just stood there. Michael was crazy...insane. What was he talking about? What did he mean by 'its always been' about hurting Isaac?
"Ah yes, Crystal was first. I had to hurt her...had to make her pay. I had to make her pay for what she did to James." Michael smirked.
Isaac's eyes widened. For what Crystal did to...James... "Oh my God..." he whispered.
"Ah, so now you're catching on. Good boy." Michael was only a couple of feet away from Isaac and Bianca now. "But I still don't think you understand, do you?" There was a wild look in his eyes, a look of insanity.
Isaac shook her head. He didn't understand. How did Michael know him? How was Michael involved? James was his father...how did Michael know him?
"Ten years ago, James came to my hometown. He was running from something. Running from what, I didn't know." Michael gripped the gun harder. "I was only 16 back then. You could say I was quite the troublemaker. But James...he understood. He knew."
The thunderstorm raged on, with Isaac hoping it would drown out the sound of Michael's voice, and his words.
"He befriended me, cared about me. He took me in." Michael let out a small laugh. "My own father was too absorbed in his company, obessed with money, with fame. And when he wasn't making deals or off in some foreign country, yes, he was at home.
But not for me. No, not for Michael. Alex was his dream son, his pride and joy. I was the disgrace of the family, scorned by everyone. But James, he saw my potential, saw what I could do."
Oh my God... Isaac thought. Her blood froze. He knew my father...
"James had money. But you knew that, didn't you Isaac? After all, he WAS your daddy dearest."
Bianca gasped at Michael's last words. What...what was he talking about?
"I was sick of trying to live up to my father's expectations. I never would be accepted by him. Alex was the one he wanted, the one he loved. But James took me in. James loved me. It's all I needed...all I wanted. Just to be accepted."
Michael paused, and then went on. "My mother fell in love with him, with James. Daddy WeiLi treated her like the scum of the earth, just like he treated me. She filed for divorce, and got half of his assets. My father was a fool---he loved my mother, and married for love.
But James...he was smart. He married my mother for her money, to keep it flowing. And on top of that, he now had me for a son." Michaels eyes darkened. "He paid my way through college... and set me up to be a man that my father would regret messing with. He disiplined me, bred me to become a fighter."
Isaac's eyes narrowed. "Did he beat you too, Michael? Did he break a bottle across your face, and hit you?"
Anger flashed across Michael's eyes. "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" He shoved the gun closer to Isaac, to where it was inches from his temple. A clap of thunder cracked, and the rain poured down. Lightning flashed, causing him to light up with a eeire glow.
"He DISIPLINED, Isaac! Not beat...he DISIPLINED. It was to make me stronger, to make me tougher. To help me face my father, the great and almighty WeiLi. I needed it, Isaac...it was for my own good. He loved me, that's why he did it."
Isaac shrunk back. Michael was really scaring him now. He really believed that what James had done to him was out of love. God, he was sick.
Michael laughed. "Scaring you now, am I? Good...you need to be afraid."
Bianca couldn't beleive what she was hearing. No, this couldn't be happening. This couldn't be right.
Michael laughed again, and brought the gun up to his head and scratched his temple with it. "For years James was more like a father to me than my actual father was. He was the man I looked up to, who I admired.
And then, the bastard became sick. James, the man who I had spent 7 years working to please, to become stronger, tougher for, became sick."
Letting out a yell, Michael kicked the side of the boathouse. "He became weak. He let his gaurd down, he let the sickness take him over. And he told me about you. He told me about you. As he was on his deathbed, fighting the cancer, I learned more about you than I cared to know.
He was sorry, he loved you, he never should have left. Over and over he said it. Like he was trying to embed it in my brain that he loved you, not me." Michael let out a disgusted cough.
"I spent 7 years of my life dedicating myself to him, and in the end, he betrayed me. What I had done for him meant nothing. He didn't care about me. I wasn't his blood, I wasn't his son. But you...he cared for you. You betrayed him. But you were his last thought."
Michael stopped, and breathed hard...long, slow breaths. "The bastard died soon after. And I vowed then and there I would get revenge. I would get revenge you. It was ME he should have loved, ME he should have asked for.
I was there till the end of his life, like a true son. Like a loyal son. But it was because of YOU that I didn't get the love I deserved, the love I had worked so hard to get. I knew I had to make you pay."
"You bastard..." Isaac whispered, fury overtaking him. But he couldn't move. No...he had the gun. He couldn't move.
Bianca's heart stopped. She couldn't breathe. No...
Bianca clenched her jaw and tried to keep the tears from falling. Why was he doing this? Why?
"I lucked out when you came to town. But I couldn't show myself yet. No...not yet. But soon. I observed, and then, the perfect plan came. What better way to get to you than through Bianca?" A clap of thunder sounded, and the rain began to pour down harder.
Isaac took in a sharp breath. No...no, he was lying. He didn't hurt Isaac to get to her. No...
The tears spilled over now, and he reached for Bianca's hand.
Michael lunged forward and slapped Isaac's hand away. "Oh no you don't....don't you move. Not a muscle. You listen." He stood between Bianca and Isaac now, he eyed on both of them.
Michael brought his hand up and caressed Bianca's cheek. Bianca reached up and slapped his hand away.
He laughed at her, a dark, sinister laugh. He looked at Isaac. "Tonight, is the night when you FINALLY confess your love for Bianca here. My plan wasn't to kill you...it was to kill Bianca. I was going to take what was closest to you. But I can't only take her life, now can I? That wouldn't be very smart. Then you would run to the police, wouldn't you? And everyone knows they would believe you over me."
Michael began to back up, slowly, keeping his eyes on both of them. "The two lovers will never get to explore their love. Not tonight. Not ever. Just like I never got to know love, to feel the love of a father." He pointed the gun towards Isaac.
"Goodbye, Isaac..." He whispered. Slowly he began to pull the trigger.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Bianca screamed. She turned to Isaac, and as if in slow motion, pushed Isaac out of the way.
BANG! BANG!
Two shots pierced the air. Thunder cracked, and lightning flashed.
Two bodies fell to the ground.
"Haha!" Michael laughed. "Goodbye!"
Bianca looked at Isaac, "Nooo..."
I'll draw your arms around my waist
Then all doubt I shall erase
I'll paint the rain that softly lands on your wind-blown hair
Isaac held Bianca's hand. Looking softly at her, she smiled and brought his hand to Bianca's cheek. She stroked it softly, and leaned in for a tender kiss.
I'll trace a hand to wipe your tears
A look to calm your fears
A silhouette of dark and light
While we hold each other oh so tight
Isaac, "Live on, Bianca."
I'll paint a sun to warm your heart
Swearing that we'll never part
That's the colour of my love
Isaac leaned in for one more kiss, and closed his eyes. He was so grateful that he had Bianca. Isaac didn't know what he would do without her. Bianca was his other half, his soulmate. She was just as much a part of Isaac as Isaac himself was.
I'll paint the truth
Show how I feel
Try to make you completely real
I'll use a brush so light and fine
To draw you close and make you mine
"I will never leave you Isaac." Bianca whispered, "Never..."
I'll paint a sun to warm your heart
Swearing that we'll never part
That's the colour of my love
"Even in death, we would still be together. For they were one. Each was a part of the other, each completed the other. " she said softly.
And with this ring our lives will start
Swearing that we'll never part
I offer what you cannot buy
Devoted love until we die...
With a smile on her face, she fell into a deep sleep.
A taste of heaven only happens...
Once in a blue moon.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
They held on for a few moments, just like that. Lost in each other, lost in time. A smile crept across both their faces, spreading from ear to ear. Two smiles glowing in the darkness. It was day...but the storm and the clouds hovered above, causing an eerie atmosphere.
Neither Bianca nor Isaac noticed, however. They were focused on each other. Arms around each other, foreheads pressed lightly together, the day seemed bright for them.
"Wow." Isaac whispered. It was all he could say. There was absolutely no words to describe what was going on in his mind, her heart, her body, her soul...THEIR soul. He reached up and tenderly stroked Bianca's cheek, wiping away her tears.
As for Bianca, she could not even muster a meager "wow". Her heart was in her throat, causing her not to be able to speak, for fear it would not be real. What had just happened, what she had felt, she had never felt anything that intense in her life. This was the moment she had waited for for so long. For love. For tenderness. For electricity. And now, she had felt all that, and more. So much more.
"I've waited for this for so long." Isaac whispered. "I wish I could have let myself beleive this was real earlier. I wish I could turn back time, and save you the hurt I caused. I wish..." Isaac couldn't finish, for Bianca put a single finger over his lips, silencing him.
"No, Isaac...don't. This is all I could ask for. No looking back in the past. No regrets for past decisions. It's just you and me...now. Not back then. We're here NOW and that's all that matters." Bianca whispered.
She removed her finger, and replaced it with her lips. A sweet peck. "You.." she whispered. Another soft kiss. "Me..." Another one. "Together..." And again. "Now..." This time Bianca brought her lips to Isaac's for a long, deep kiss. She could stay like this forever. She wanted to. She never wanted to leave...never wanted to let Isaac out of her sight.
Isaac smiled. He'd never dreamed it would be like this. If he had of known, Isaac knew he would have never even tried to build a wall. "Right...we're together now. Always. We'll go slow...we'll take our time. But I love you, Bianca. I love you."
Tears flowed from Bianca's eyes. "I love you. More than I think you will ever know. More than I will ever be able to show you..." Bianca said, quoting Isaac from the night before. It seemed right to say it now.
Isaac's mouth dropped open. He started to say something but changed his mind. He smiled. It was perfect. It was right.
"Well well well, isn't this sweet." A voice said from behind them.
Jumping, they turned around. They gasped. Isaac instinctively put his arm around Bianca.
It was Michael. He looked mad. Insane, even. There was a wild look in his eyes.
And he had a gun.
Isaac could only stare at the gun in Michael's hand, pointing towards the two of them. He wrapped his arms around Bianca, trying in some small way to protect her with his body. The two of them hovered together, the rain pouring down, soaking them and Michael.
"Oh, would you two quit it with the sappy love fest already?" Michael spat out, narrowing his eyes. He motioned the gun to the side. "Get away from her, Isaac. Step over there."
When Isaac didn't move, Michael became even angrier. "I SAID, MOVE IT!" He raised the gun to point at Isaac, who still stood right where he was.
Bianca was scared. She didn't want Isaac to let her go, she didn't want to let go of Isaac. But he had the gun pointed right at him...
"Isaac..." Bianca whispered. "Do what he says."
Isaac didn't want to...God, he didn't want to let go of Bianca.
"Isaac, just do it. I'll be ok. We'll be ok." Bianca assured him. But that was a lie. She wasn't ok. She didn't know if they were going to be ok.
Michael snorted a laugh. "Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that, sweetcheeks. Isaac and I here have a lot of unfinished business, so to speak."
Isaac slowly backed away from Bianca. He felt as if his heart were ripping in two. He didn't have a good feeling about this. Not at all. Think Isaac think...
"What do you mean, Michael? Is this about the other night?" Isaac asked. He had to give himself a mental pat on the back. Michael's face looed really messed up. His nose was black and purple, and it now had a flat quality to it. His lip was swollen to twice it's size, which made his smirk seem all the more evil.
Michael began to slowly walk forward towards the both of them. "No, Isaac, not about the other night. No...we had unfinished business before that." He smiled. How stupid was he? He still hadn't figured it out. "As a matter of fact, I'd say our unfinished business began...oh...about ten years ago."
Now Isaac was really confused. He hadn't even KNOWN Michael ten years ago. What in the hell was he talking about?
"I don't know what you're talking about, Michael." Isaac took in a sharp breath, and let it out slowly. "Look...whatever this 'unfinished business' is, you and I can talk about it. But let Bianca go. You've already hurt her enough. Just let her go."
Michael continued to creep forward, like a snake slithering towards it's prey. "But don't you see, Isaac? By hurting Bianca...I hurt you. It's always been about hurting you."
Bianca just stood there. Michael was crazy...insane. What was he talking about? What did he mean by 'its always been' about hurting Isaac?
"Ah yes, Crystal was first. I had to hurt her...had to make her pay. I had to make her pay for what she did to James." Michael smirked.
Isaac's eyes widened. For what Crystal did to...James... "Oh my God..." he whispered.
"Ah, so now you're catching on. Good boy." Michael was only a couple of feet away from Isaac and Bianca now. "But I still don't think you understand, do you?" There was a wild look in his eyes, a look of insanity.
Isaac shook her head. He didn't understand. How did Michael know him? How was Michael involved? James was his father...how did Michael know him?
"Ten years ago, James came to my hometown. He was running from something. Running from what, I didn't know." Michael gripped the gun harder. "I was only 16 back then. You could say I was quite the troublemaker. But James...he understood. He knew."
The thunderstorm raged on, with Isaac hoping it would drown out the sound of Michael's voice, and his words.
"He befriended me, cared about me. He took me in." Michael let out a small laugh. "My own father was too absorbed in his company, obessed with money, with fame. And when he wasn't making deals or off in some foreign country, yes, he was at home.
But not for me. No, not for Michael. Alex was his dream son, his pride and joy. I was the disgrace of the family, scorned by everyone. But James, he saw my potential, saw what I could do."
Oh my God... Isaac thought. Her blood froze. He knew my father...
"James had money. But you knew that, didn't you Isaac? After all, he WAS your daddy dearest."
Bianca gasped at Michael's last words. What...what was he talking about?
"I was sick of trying to live up to my father's expectations. I never would be accepted by him. Alex was the one he wanted, the one he loved. But James took me in. James loved me. It's all I needed...all I wanted. Just to be accepted."
Michael paused, and then went on. "My mother fell in love with him, with James. Daddy WeiLi treated her like the scum of the earth, just like he treated me. She filed for divorce, and got half of his assets. My father was a fool---he loved my mother, and married for love.
But James...he was smart. He married my mother for her money, to keep it flowing. And on top of that, he now had me for a son." Michaels eyes darkened. "He paid my way through college... and set me up to be a man that my father would regret messing with. He disiplined me, bred me to become a fighter."
Isaac's eyes narrowed. "Did he beat you too, Michael? Did he break a bottle across your face, and hit you?"
Anger flashed across Michael's eyes. "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" He shoved the gun closer to Isaac, to where it was inches from his temple. A clap of thunder cracked, and the rain poured down. Lightning flashed, causing him to light up with a eeire glow.
"He DISIPLINED, Isaac! Not beat...he DISIPLINED. It was to make me stronger, to make me tougher. To help me face my father, the great and almighty WeiLi. I needed it, Isaac...it was for my own good. He loved me, that's why he did it."
Isaac shrunk back. Michael was really scaring him now. He really believed that what James had done to him was out of love. God, he was sick.
Michael laughed. "Scaring you now, am I? Good...you need to be afraid."
Bianca couldn't beleive what she was hearing. No, this couldn't be happening. This couldn't be right.
Michael laughed again, and brought the gun up to his head and scratched his temple with it. "For years James was more like a father to me than my actual father was. He was the man I looked up to, who I admired.
And then, the bastard became sick. James, the man who I had spent 7 years working to please, to become stronger, tougher for, became sick."
Letting out a yell, Michael kicked the side of the boathouse. "He became weak. He let his gaurd down, he let the sickness take him over. And he told me about you. He told me about you. As he was on his deathbed, fighting the cancer, I learned more about you than I cared to know.
He was sorry, he loved you, he never should have left. Over and over he said it. Like he was trying to embed it in my brain that he loved you, not me." Michael let out a disgusted cough.
"I spent 7 years of my life dedicating myself to him, and in the end, he betrayed me. What I had done for him meant nothing. He didn't care about me. I wasn't his blood, I wasn't his son. But you...he cared for you. You betrayed him. But you were his last thought."
Michael stopped, and breathed hard...long, slow breaths. "The bastard died soon after. And I vowed then and there I would get revenge. I would get revenge you. It was ME he should have loved, ME he should have asked for.
I was there till the end of his life, like a true son. Like a loyal son. But it was because of YOU that I didn't get the love I deserved, the love I had worked so hard to get. I knew I had to make you pay."
"You bastard..." Isaac whispered, fury overtaking him. But he couldn't move. No...he had the gun. He couldn't move.
Bianca's heart stopped. She couldn't breathe. No...
Bianca clenched her jaw and tried to keep the tears from falling. Why was he doing this? Why?
"I lucked out when you came to town. But I couldn't show myself yet. No...not yet. But soon. I observed, and then, the perfect plan came. What better way to get to you than through Bianca?" A clap of thunder sounded, and the rain began to pour down harder.
Isaac took in a sharp breath. No...no, he was lying. He didn't hurt Isaac to get to her. No...
The tears spilled over now, and he reached for Bianca's hand.
Michael lunged forward and slapped Isaac's hand away. "Oh no you don't....don't you move. Not a muscle. You listen." He stood between Bianca and Isaac now, he eyed on both of them.
Michael brought his hand up and caressed Bianca's cheek. Bianca reached up and slapped his hand away.
He laughed at her, a dark, sinister laugh. He looked at Isaac. "Tonight, is the night when you FINALLY confess your love for Bianca here. My plan wasn't to kill you...it was to kill Bianca. I was going to take what was closest to you. But I can't only take her life, now can I? That wouldn't be very smart. Then you would run to the police, wouldn't you? And everyone knows they would believe you over me."
Michael began to back up, slowly, keeping his eyes on both of them. "The two lovers will never get to explore their love. Not tonight. Not ever. Just like I never got to know love, to feel the love of a father." He pointed the gun towards Isaac.
"Goodbye, Isaac..." He whispered. Slowly he began to pull the trigger.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Bianca screamed. She turned to Isaac, and as if in slow motion, pushed Isaac out of the way.
BANG! BANG!
Two shots pierced the air. Thunder cracked, and lightning flashed.
Two bodies fell to the ground.
"Haha!" Michael laughed. "Goodbye!"
Bianca looked at Isaac, "Nooo..."
I'll draw your arms around my waist
Then all doubt I shall erase
I'll paint the rain that softly lands on your wind-blown hair
Isaac held Bianca's hand. Looking softly at her, she smiled and brought his hand to Bianca's cheek. She stroked it softly, and leaned in for a tender kiss.
I'll trace a hand to wipe your tears
A look to calm your fears
A silhouette of dark and light
While we hold each other oh so tight
Isaac, "Live on, Bianca."
I'll paint a sun to warm your heart
Swearing that we'll never part
That's the colour of my love
Isaac leaned in for one more kiss, and closed his eyes. He was so grateful that he had Bianca. Isaac didn't know what he would do without her. Bianca was his other half, his soulmate. She was just as much a part of Isaac as Isaac himself was.
I'll paint the truth
Show how I feel
Try to make you completely real
I'll use a brush so light and fine
To draw you close and make you mine
"I will never leave you Isaac." Bianca whispered, "Never..."
I'll paint a sun to warm your heart
Swearing that we'll never part
That's the colour of my love
"Even in death, we would still be together. For they were one. Each was a part of the other, each completed the other. " she said softly.
And with this ring our lives will start
Swearing that we'll never part
I offer what you cannot buy
Devoted love until we die...
With a smile on her face, she fell into a deep sleep.
A taste of heaven only happens...
Once in a blue moon.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri
Sebagai permulaan, ingin saya mengucapkan "Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri" kepada kesemua kawan kawan saya dan sahabat-handai yang mengenali diri saya. Dengan ucapan, "Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Maaf Zahir dan Batin".
Firstly, I wished my friends and to those buddies of mine who know me a "Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri".
Hari Raya Aidilfitri, also known as Hari Raya Puasa, is the most significant festival for Muslims as it marks the end of the fasting month. The day is most significant as it includes two of the five tenets of Islams: to fast during the month of Ramadhan and to pay zakat fitrah, or alms tax.
After a month of fasting, Muslims celebrate the first of Syawal, which is the 10th month of the Muslim calendar, with joyous enthusiasm. By the eve of Hari Raya Puasa, Muslims would have paid their alms tax which is then distributed to the poor.
Muslims usher in the day with morning prayers in mosques followed by visits to the graves of the departed. It is also the time for family reunions when people gather to forgive and forget past quarrels. It is every Muslim's religious duty to ask for pardon on this day and this is done in order of family seniority.
The festive mood is reflected by the lighting of oil lamps. The lamps are lighted from the 20th day of Ramadhan, the night when the Koran was sent down, right through the actual day of Hari Raya Puasa itself.
All mosques, homes, government and commercial buildings are decorated and brightly lit to mark the significant day. The celebrations last a month and although the first three days are celebrated on a grander scale, many Muslims have 'open houses' throughout the month to accommodate friends.
Most of my friends, Eddy Waga2, Liana, and a few others seemed to lost the Hari Raya mood or should I say, to them, this year's Hari Raya is somehow lacking the atmosphere. That I have to agree.
This year, Bazaar at Geylang seemed to be a little lifeless. Compared to last year, there were more people visiting the bazaar, choosing their new baju kurung for Hari Raya or shopping for kuih muih.
Or probably I was wrong. Those people may have went on the last day of the fasting month when all the prices for kuih-muih and other stuffs are slashed to half since they have to clear their stocks.
When I was the Bazaar, I kept on snapping pictures of those beautiful lights. Next year, they are going to close Geylang for renovation so there would not be any bazaar anymore.
Sebagai permulaan, ingin saya mengucapkan "Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri" kepada kesemua kawan kawan saya dan sahabat-handai yang mengenali diri saya. Dengan ucapan, "Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Maaf Zahir dan Batin".
Firstly, I wished my friends and to those buddies of mine who know me a "Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri".
Hari Raya Aidilfitri, also known as Hari Raya Puasa, is the most significant festival for Muslims as it marks the end of the fasting month. The day is most significant as it includes two of the five tenets of Islams: to fast during the month of Ramadhan and to pay zakat fitrah, or alms tax.
After a month of fasting, Muslims celebrate the first of Syawal, which is the 10th month of the Muslim calendar, with joyous enthusiasm. By the eve of Hari Raya Puasa, Muslims would have paid their alms tax which is then distributed to the poor.
Muslims usher in the day with morning prayers in mosques followed by visits to the graves of the departed. It is also the time for family reunions when people gather to forgive and forget past quarrels. It is every Muslim's religious duty to ask for pardon on this day and this is done in order of family seniority.
The festive mood is reflected by the lighting of oil lamps. The lamps are lighted from the 20th day of Ramadhan, the night when the Koran was sent down, right through the actual day of Hari Raya Puasa itself.
All mosques, homes, government and commercial buildings are decorated and brightly lit to mark the significant day. The celebrations last a month and although the first three days are celebrated on a grander scale, many Muslims have 'open houses' throughout the month to accommodate friends.
Most of my friends, Eddy Waga2, Liana, and a few others seemed to lost the Hari Raya mood or should I say, to them, this year's Hari Raya is somehow lacking the atmosphere. That I have to agree.
This year, Bazaar at Geylang seemed to be a little lifeless. Compared to last year, there were more people visiting the bazaar, choosing their new baju kurung for Hari Raya or shopping for kuih muih.
Or probably I was wrong. Those people may have went on the last day of the fasting month when all the prices for kuih-muih and other stuffs are slashed to half since they have to clear their stocks.
When I was the Bazaar, I kept on snapping pictures of those beautiful lights. Next year, they are going to close Geylang for renovation so there would not be any bazaar anymore.
This year, however, will be the last year.
The place were brightly lit up and nicely decorated.
Nevertheless, I am excited that Hari Raya Aidilfitri has finally come. I want to eat the ever delicious ketupat, sambal goreng and all the other good food that will be served in a few minutes time.
I am anticipating the outing that my classmates and I had organized for the coming week. We will be visiting one another's houses, eat delicious tarts and other delicacies and not forgetting, collecting 'duit raya' or should I say 'Hongbao'.
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to Everyone, even to those non-muslims.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Shopping Spree
Hari Raya is approaching but I have yet to do a few important things. And that is buying my new clothes and shoe!
Coincidentally, my mum suggested for me to buy clothes for my myself and throw away the old ones in my wardrobe. Basically, we are running short of hangers because I have used all of them for my shirts, jeans and tee-shirts.
You would not want to know how many of them are in my wardrobe.
Evil Twin: Why keep a secret?
Okay, fine. I owned 147 tee-shirts and shirts and 6 pairs of jeans. Most of my tee-shirts and formal wear were bought from Tom and Stephani, G2000 and u2. As for my jeans, I bought them from Levis store.
But I do not want to throw any of my clothes away because I love them!
Anyway, my mum gave me $300 for me to spend on clothings and shoes. Yippee!
And so my hunting for clothes begin.
I went to Tom and Stephani which was located at Tiong Bahru plaza, 2nd floor. Though it's not some kind of a famous place to buy clothes unlike Gucci and Prada, it, however has alot of nice shirts.
They sell beach wears, chokers, bags, picture frames, sexy lingerie, manly briefs, tight boxers, umbrellas, formal wear, kids wear, perfumes, colognes and many more.
Upon entering, I was already mesmerized by the tee-shirt that was put on displayed. So I'd decided to buy that and three more which was placed at the back of the shelves.
Each costs 37 dollars. Nice designs yet cheap and affordable. What else can I say.
Then I had to pick the choice of my jeans. They were only selling them at 32 dollars each. Very affordable.
When I had to try on my jeans, I was pleasantly amazed to know that my waist size has shrunk.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Fabulous!
From a size 32.5 to 30.
Altogether, I'd spend 230 dollars on 4 tee-shirts, 3 jeans, and 1 cologne.
And I bought my shoes from BATA.
Yes, that's the brand of the shoe.
Isn't my shoe just nice? It only cost me 39.95 dollars.
Oh well, my job is done for now.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Hari Raya is approaching but I have yet to do a few important things. And that is buying my new clothes and shoe!
Coincidentally, my mum suggested for me to buy clothes for my myself and throw away the old ones in my wardrobe. Basically, we are running short of hangers because I have used all of them for my shirts, jeans and tee-shirts.
You would not want to know how many of them are in my wardrobe.
Evil Twin: Why keep a secret?
Okay, fine. I owned 147 tee-shirts and shirts and 6 pairs of jeans. Most of my tee-shirts and formal wear were bought from Tom and Stephani, G2000 and u2. As for my jeans, I bought them from Levis store.
But I do not want to throw any of my clothes away because I love them!
Anyway, my mum gave me $300 for me to spend on clothings and shoes. Yippee!
And so my hunting for clothes begin.
I went to Tom and Stephani which was located at Tiong Bahru plaza, 2nd floor. Though it's not some kind of a famous place to buy clothes unlike Gucci and Prada, it, however has alot of nice shirts.
They sell beach wears, chokers, bags, picture frames, sexy lingerie, manly briefs, tight boxers, umbrellas, formal wear, kids wear, perfumes, colognes and many more.
Upon entering, I was already mesmerized by the tee-shirt that was put on displayed. So I'd decided to buy that and three more which was placed at the back of the shelves.
Each costs 37 dollars. Nice designs yet cheap and affordable. What else can I say.
Then I had to pick the choice of my jeans. They were only selling them at 32 dollars each. Very affordable.
When I had to try on my jeans, I was pleasantly amazed to know that my waist size has shrunk.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Fabulous!
From a size 32.5 to 30.
Altogether, I'd spend 230 dollars on 4 tee-shirts, 3 jeans, and 1 cologne.
And I bought my shoes from BATA.
Yes, that's the brand of the shoe.
Isn't my shoe just nice? It only cost me 39.95 dollars.
Oh well, my job is done for now.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
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