Friday, 30 November 2012
My Dream~~
Hahaha I thought is was funny to had to actually talk about a dream I have/had and since its awkward to actually type it.. I decided to make a video~~
5 Miles per Second
This is a blog assignment requested by Mr. Hardip of writing a partly fictional story..
The Prelude
For my whole life I had a secluded upbringing, my father a lawyer was strict and my sisters and I were often kept indoors.. We were not allowed to play with the other kids in the neighborhood. I had only books to accompany me, I loathed my father for the restrain he held on us. I was naturally a bright student and was offered a place of higher education away from home. After much arguments with my father he finally decided to let me go. The freedom I felt could not be described with words. It was like seeing the light or the sky for the first time. It was then I met this man, he called himself Ali. It was fun to have someone that I could actually bond with without my father's meddling. Ali then introduced me to his group of friends, they called themselves "The Brotherhood". The Brotherhood had a leader whom they did not mention, they just referred to him as "The Godfather". They made me feel at home, never did I once feel truly belonged as they made me feel. But to be apart of The Brotherhood was no easy feat. The group demanded absolute loyalty and to prove it, we did dangerous things, some even illegal. My final test of loyalty came to me one day, and it was a task that required my life in exchange for the prosperity of The Brotherhood. I was honored and more than willing to lay down my life for being chosen for such an exalted task. My name is Mehan Atta.
(Tracey's Story) September 9, 2001 9:05am Florida
Young Tracey watched as a man in a suit walked up to the President and whispered in his ear. The President nodded a few times and resumed reading the storybook he was holding aloud to us.
(Jeffrey's Story) September 9, 2001 R.J Junior High School
12-year old Jeffery was call to the principal's office. Thinking he was in it for "Big Time" he followed the Ms. Rosa, the French teacher, to the office. Upon arriving the principal looked at Jeffrey with quiet eyes and shook his head. Ms. Rosa then hurriedly ushered the boy into a car and brought him home.
Mrs. Rosenzweig did not answer the door as she normally would do so Ms. Rosa opened it and went in with Jeffrey. Loud sobs echoed from the living room, Ms. Rosenzweig was there holding 5-year old Rick who looked bewildered at the drama their mother was putting on.
(Rena's Story) September 9, 2001 Acton
Father was shaking even though he was holding both Jamie and I in his arms.
(Tracey's Story) September 16, 2001
Mommy and Daddy brought me here to pray they said. There was a woman holding a picture in a frame, talking about a brave lady. I saw a red-haired girl wearing a black dress, she was holding the hand of a little boy next to her. A big man was standing behind them. His hands were on their shoulders, there were tears silently falling from his eyes.
Next to them, there was a woman who was wailing very loudly while holding two boys.
-10 YEARS LATER-
September 11, 2011
Tracey's Story
Tracey once again attends the September 11 memorial. There was the usual Madeline Amy Sweeney Award presentation for Brave Civilians. Amy Sweeney was a flight attendant aboard Flight 11 during the September 11 attacks. She was credited for bravely informing the authorities of the hijacked plane even through the critical moments. Tracey held the flight attendant in her heart as an idol. The girl with red hair was present again (Rena) , she would always attend the memorial as well. Tracey decided to go talk to her after the memorial.
Rena's Story
Rena hated the memorial. She hated how she had to be in public's eye, how her father would always have to be the one on the stage to present that award. Everyone would just throw them their sympathetic looks but what did they know about the loss that she felt? Jamie was silent as usual.. From that day onward, he refused to speak unless he was addressed. The girl across her was eyeing her in a way that made her feel nervous, Mrs. Rosenzweig from the neighborhood was wailing as usual, her two sons stood silently behind her. "I wished she'd stop that" thought Rena. Mrs. Rosenzweig for all she knew was just being a drama queen, the woman was due to be re-married in January. Rena silently hoped that the memorial would end soon.
Jeffrey's Story
The memorial had its usual bleak atmosphere. Mother was wailing as usual, she always do when Dad is mentioned. Though his mother was getting re-married soon, Jeffrey could not shake off the feeling of unease at his mother's decision. The girl from the neighborhood, Rena was it? was there as well with her younger brother. Her mother who was a flight attendant had been aboard the same flight with his father during the September 11 attacks. Jeffrey also noticed some strange men in suits standing the corner whispering to each other, he dismissed them in a blink of an eye.
Tracey's Story
Tracey approached Rena after the memorial service and introduced herself. She was delighted to finally talk to the daughter of her idol.
Rena's Story
Rena was being constantly bugged by that girl, Tracey who followed her all around since that day at the memorial. Tracey was obsessed with her mother so much it made Rena feel uncomfortable. The last thing she needed right now was a parrot who was constantly reminding her of things she do not want to hear. What's worse its that Jeffrey Rosenzweig the son of the wailing lady seem to have his eyes on her lately as well. It was bad enough already that his mother would frequently come to drop by and have some teary session while talking to her father about her late husband Mr. Rosenzweig. Rena really didn't need all this now in her life.
Jeffrey's Story
Jeffrey had been quietly investigating the men in suits from that day. He noticed somehow that they were often around Rena. He had been wanting to talk to her about it, to see if they were some people her father knew. But unfortunately he was always getting the cold shoulder from her. "Teenage brat" he muttered to himself.
CROSSROADS
Jeffrey's Story
After much digging, Jeffrey discovers that the men the suits are members of the al-Qaeda group and their plans is to teach the family of the flight attendant, Amy Sweeney for revealing the description of the hijacker that lead the U.S authorities to discover their involvement. Jeffrey was about to warn Rena but he was too late.
Rena's Story
Some weird men appear and kidnapped Tracey. After a surprising turn of events, Rena then discovers the objective of the suited men from Jeffrey. Now they must work together in order to save Tracey before the kidnappers find out that they have made a mistake.
WORD FROM THE SCRIPTWRITER
Hahaha yes, you all probably would of guess by now.. my story takes its hold based on the September 11 attacks. Basically what happen was that the members of the al-Qaeda group lead by Osama bin Ladin hijacked some aircrafts and crashed them into the World Trade Center, The Pentagon, Shanksville (original target was the United States Capitol Building but the passengers on board put up a really tough fight against the hijackers)
The story of Madeline Amy Sweeney is true and so is the death of Mrs. Rosenzweig's husband. The names of their children have been altered and also their affiliations with each other. The President was indeed at an elementary school in Florida when the events unfolded. The hijacker Mehan Atta is also a real. His real name is Muhammad Atta and can be searched on Google.
Disclaimer : This story is partly fictional and it is by no means a reliable source of information.
The Prelude
For my whole life I had a secluded upbringing, my father a lawyer was strict and my sisters and I were often kept indoors.. We were not allowed to play with the other kids in the neighborhood. I had only books to accompany me, I loathed my father for the restrain he held on us. I was naturally a bright student and was offered a place of higher education away from home. After much arguments with my father he finally decided to let me go. The freedom I felt could not be described with words. It was like seeing the light or the sky for the first time. It was then I met this man, he called himself Ali. It was fun to have someone that I could actually bond with without my father's meddling. Ali then introduced me to his group of friends, they called themselves "The Brotherhood". The Brotherhood had a leader whom they did not mention, they just referred to him as "The Godfather". They made me feel at home, never did I once feel truly belonged as they made me feel. But to be apart of The Brotherhood was no easy feat. The group demanded absolute loyalty and to prove it, we did dangerous things, some even illegal. My final test of loyalty came to me one day, and it was a task that required my life in exchange for the prosperity of The Brotherhood. I was honored and more than willing to lay down my life for being chosen for such an exalted task. My name is Mehan Atta.
(Tracey's Story) September 9, 2001 9:05am Florida
Young Tracey watched as a man in a suit walked up to the President and whispered in his ear. The President nodded a few times and resumed reading the storybook he was holding aloud to us.
(Jeffrey's Story) September 9, 2001 R.J Junior High School
12-year old Jeffery was call to the principal's office. Thinking he was in it for "Big Time" he followed the Ms. Rosa, the French teacher, to the office. Upon arriving the principal looked at Jeffrey with quiet eyes and shook his head. Ms. Rosa then hurriedly ushered the boy into a car and brought him home.
Mrs. Rosenzweig did not answer the door as she normally would do so Ms. Rosa opened it and went in with Jeffrey. Loud sobs echoed from the living room, Ms. Rosenzweig was there holding 5-year old Rick who looked bewildered at the drama their mother was putting on.
(Rena's Story) September 9, 2001 Acton
Father was shaking even though he was holding both Jamie and I in his arms.
(Tracey's Story) September 16, 2001
Mommy and Daddy brought me here to pray they said. There was a woman holding a picture in a frame, talking about a brave lady. I saw a red-haired girl wearing a black dress, she was holding the hand of a little boy next to her. A big man was standing behind them. His hands were on their shoulders, there were tears silently falling from his eyes.
Next to them, there was a woman who was wailing very loudly while holding two boys.
-10 YEARS LATER-
September 11, 2011
Tracey's Story
Tracey once again attends the September 11 memorial. There was the usual Madeline Amy Sweeney Award presentation for Brave Civilians. Amy Sweeney was a flight attendant aboard Flight 11 during the September 11 attacks. She was credited for bravely informing the authorities of the hijacked plane even through the critical moments. Tracey held the flight attendant in her heart as an idol. The girl with red hair was present again (Rena) , she would always attend the memorial as well. Tracey decided to go talk to her after the memorial.
Rena's Story
Rena hated the memorial. She hated how she had to be in public's eye, how her father would always have to be the one on the stage to present that award. Everyone would just throw them their sympathetic looks but what did they know about the loss that she felt? Jamie was silent as usual.. From that day onward, he refused to speak unless he was addressed. The girl across her was eyeing her in a way that made her feel nervous, Mrs. Rosenzweig from the neighborhood was wailing as usual, her two sons stood silently behind her. "I wished she'd stop that" thought Rena. Mrs. Rosenzweig for all she knew was just being a drama queen, the woman was due to be re-married in January. Rena silently hoped that the memorial would end soon.
Jeffrey's Story
The memorial had its usual bleak atmosphere. Mother was wailing as usual, she always do when Dad is mentioned. Though his mother was getting re-married soon, Jeffrey could not shake off the feeling of unease at his mother's decision. The girl from the neighborhood, Rena was it? was there as well with her younger brother. Her mother who was a flight attendant had been aboard the same flight with his father during the September 11 attacks. Jeffrey also noticed some strange men in suits standing the corner whispering to each other, he dismissed them in a blink of an eye.
Tracey's Story
Tracey approached Rena after the memorial service and introduced herself. She was delighted to finally talk to the daughter of her idol.
Rena's Story
Rena was being constantly bugged by that girl, Tracey who followed her all around since that day at the memorial. Tracey was obsessed with her mother so much it made Rena feel uncomfortable. The last thing she needed right now was a parrot who was constantly reminding her of things she do not want to hear. What's worse its that Jeffrey Rosenzweig the son of the wailing lady seem to have his eyes on her lately as well. It was bad enough already that his mother would frequently come to drop by and have some teary session while talking to her father about her late husband Mr. Rosenzweig. Rena really didn't need all this now in her life.
Jeffrey's Story
Jeffrey had been quietly investigating the men in suits from that day. He noticed somehow that they were often around Rena. He had been wanting to talk to her about it, to see if they were some people her father knew. But unfortunately he was always getting the cold shoulder from her. "Teenage brat" he muttered to himself.
CROSSROADS
Jeffrey's Story
After much digging, Jeffrey discovers that the men the suits are members of the al-Qaeda group and their plans is to teach the family of the flight attendant, Amy Sweeney for revealing the description of the hijacker that lead the U.S authorities to discover their involvement. Jeffrey was about to warn Rena but he was too late.
Rena's Story
Some weird men appear and kidnapped Tracey. After a surprising turn of events, Rena then discovers the objective of the suited men from Jeffrey. Now they must work together in order to save Tracey before the kidnappers find out that they have made a mistake.
WORD FROM THE SCRIPTWRITER
Hahaha yes, you all probably would of guess by now.. my story takes its hold based on the September 11 attacks. Basically what happen was that the members of the al-Qaeda group lead by Osama bin Ladin hijacked some aircrafts and crashed them into the World Trade Center, The Pentagon, Shanksville (original target was the United States Capitol Building but the passengers on board put up a really tough fight against the hijackers)
The story of Madeline Amy Sweeney is true and so is the death of Mrs. Rosenzweig's husband. The names of their children have been altered and also their affiliations with each other. The President was indeed at an elementary school in Florida when the events unfolded. The hijacker Mehan Atta is also a real. His real name is Muhammad Atta and can be searched on Google.
Disclaimer : This story is partly fictional and it is by no means a reliable source of information.
Thursday, 29 November 2012
An escape that will cost
From the Books lecture by Mr.Hardip Singh
Books are defined as the least "mass" of the mass media but has profound cultural impact on society and is among the oldest and most enduring of mass media. Ever wondered why?
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Books are defined as the least "mass" of the mass media but has profound cultural impact on society and is among the oldest and most enduring of mass media. Ever wondered why?
Well for most of my part, I think books still survive due to the fact most fiction readers read for escapism. I started reading at a very young age because of depression. My primary school years weren't the most joyful times.. I was often isolated by others because I was "different" my teachers were not at all helpful, instead they often practiced favouritism among the students. The clever, witty one were preferred and the quiet and not so intelligent ones were treated as "naughty".
So I begun reading to avoid the world. It wasn't very long before I found a particular genre that held my attention till today. FANTASY. It's name said it all. A place where one can run away to, a different time, a different world, a different dimension. I became addicted to reading fantasy books and lived through the characters. Imagining how they would react to situations and what they would say to other were my past day dreams.. Among my all time favourites are Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings, Ranger's Apprentice, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Belgariad and it's sequel The Mallorean and etc.
( This is the 1st of a 5-part series book )
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Belgariad
The fantasy books that made my top list ALL had a very common factor. The story would always begin with a protagonist who is "nobody" and as the story unfolds he would turn out to be a "chosen one" who would save others. Its not a big surprise why I favour this genre now isn't it? These books gave me an alternate reality to live in where everything would always be on "my side" but the effects of its addiction were a big price to pay. I begun skipping school just to lock myself up in my room to read. From daybreak to wee hours of the night. I talked to nobody and zoned out from the world.
It took awhile for me to kick that habit and revert back to reality around me. I realized then I was missing out of the really fun things in life. But those days will always be a part of me now..
Nevertheless there are irreplaceable things that I learnt from these books and the most important is ANYBODY CAN BE SOMEBODY.
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The book of all Trades
From the Magazine lecture by Mr. Hardip Singh
Picked up a magazine lately? Tell me what you see... models, gadgets, articles, reviews, horoscopes, advice columns and so on!! No wonder its such a joy to read a magazine :)
Though its sad to say I'm not much of a magazine fan... (wait wait wait!!) BUT when I reached the age of 10, I begin reading this Malay magazine which was translated version of some weekly manga(s) (japanese cartoon) Hahaha I know I shared this in class but lets hear the full story kays? ;)
Well truth to be told is I already had a love for japanese animation since I was about 5 years old.. I remember watching stuff like Slam Dunk, Ayashi No Ceres, Samurai X, Rave and many others more on TV. Then came the dark ages when my TV went to the Lord and my siblings and I were stranded with no entertainment outlet... Internet didn't come to us till I was like 14 years old and so in between that gap of 4 years from when I was 10 to 14, my brothers and I found.... KREKO!!
This magazine was like "the holy book" during those dark ages. I can still recall how my brothers and I would race to be the first person to get the latest issue (sibling rivalry as usual :P) and the one who got it first would be the spoiler and tell what happen in the latest chapters to other and we'd have a "I'll tear that damn thing when he's not looking" moment.
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Though that "holy book" was the cause of the many wars that happened, the one thing it had encouraged me to do was to pick up manga styled drawing :) Yup you read right! I USED to be that anime chick who'd draw made-up characters on the back of my exam papers to pass time... ( I have no idea why do they still give us 2 hours and 30 mins for Bahasa Melayu paper =.=)
I'm not much of an artist and since its been a LONG while since I have the leisure time of drawing it was really one of the best periods of my life being so engrossed in the world where dreams came true ;)
Picked up a magazine lately? Tell me what you see... models, gadgets, articles, reviews, horoscopes, advice columns and so on!! No wonder its such a joy to read a magazine :)
Though its sad to say I'm not much of a magazine fan... (wait wait wait!!) BUT when I reached the age of 10, I begin reading this Malay magazine which was translated version of some weekly manga(s) (japanese cartoon) Hahaha I know I shared this in class but lets hear the full story kays? ;)
Well truth to be told is I already had a love for japanese animation since I was about 5 years old.. I remember watching stuff like Slam Dunk, Ayashi No Ceres, Samurai X, Rave and many others more on TV. Then came the dark ages when my TV went to the Lord and my siblings and I were stranded with no entertainment outlet... Internet didn't come to us till I was like 14 years old and so in between that gap of 4 years from when I was 10 to 14, my brothers and I found.... KREKO!!
This magazine was like "the holy book" during those dark ages. I can still recall how my brothers and I would race to be the first person to get the latest issue (sibling rivalry as usual :P) and the one who got it first would be the spoiler and tell what happen in the latest chapters to other and we'd have a "I'll tear that damn thing when he's not looking" moment.
Though that "holy book" was the cause of the many wars that happened, the one thing it had encouraged me to do was to pick up manga styled drawing :) Yup you read right! I USED to be that anime chick who'd draw made-up characters on the back of my exam papers to pass time... ( I have no idea why do they still give us 2 hours and 30 mins for Bahasa Melayu paper =.=)
I'm not much of an artist and since its been a LONG while since I have the leisure time of drawing it was really one of the best periods of my life being so engrossed in the world where dreams came true ;)
Saturday, 24 November 2012
Angle of angles
From the Camera Angle Shots lecture by Mr. Hardip Singh
They say a picture speaks a thousand words. Every stroke a story, every detail a meaning, and every dot a purpose. So yea this is basically a blog post on a few angles though my eyes...
What do you think about this picture?
Now what do you think about this picture?
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They say a picture speaks a thousand words. Every stroke a story, every detail a meaning, and every dot a purpose. So yea this is basically a blog post on a few angles though my eyes...
What do you think about this picture?
My lecturer told us in class that when shooting a scene like this one should leave some space in front of the runner so that it won't look like he'll "HIT" that imaginary wall of emptiness in the front. (Well not to argue with my lecturer cause he DOES have a point from the view he has on the picture... Now this is my view >.<) I basically think that picture without the space in front of the runner has a meaning by itself... and how I deciphered it was easy... To me this a picture of accomplishment. Its a picture of a runner who has finished the long race and he is headed toward an END. While looking at the picture it was so natural for me to focus on that "space" behind the runner and see the story of that particular space. That space behind him signifies how far he had come, the distance he conquered, the legacy left behind. And then still preserving he is heading on to the FINISH line. (That apparent blank space)
Now what do you think about this picture?
If you thought the word "beginning" the I say you thought right.. To every end there was always a beginning, and to every beginning a dream of an end. (For elaboration sake I'll explain :P) as what we (or should I say I?) observed just now the meaning of the space in the picture and how it is the major part of the story that is told in the picture. This picture, it shows us/me a race that is YET to be ran, it brings us the picture of a runner, young, eager, impatient.... hmmm lets make it more close-to-heart a TEENAGER young, eager, impatient to live his life. We see him in high spirits moving ever forward to experience the life he has in front of him.
Now take a look at the final picture
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You'll probably be able to guess by now (I guess :P) This is the sad part when you are in the middle of life running, but the end does not seem near and the the beginning seems far.. You have been running and you've lost track of the importance of why you are running. Everything just feels like another load of burden and you and you've lost the joy of living life.... Don't worry, though the race is still long. Don't give up, because your reward will be great. Don't say "it's enough!!, because at the end you will wish you had given more..
So just to summarize things... I really hope you all have understood the message I was trying to get across... (IF you didn't you can go flush your head down the toilet bowl... hahaha no just kidding :P ) Well basically what I'm trying to say here is EVERY ANGLE has its meaning, though it may not "LOOK" nice but, look deeper cause there will always be a story to tell when you discover it.
And DO NOT give in because at the end of your race your reward will definitely be GREAT :)
Thursday, 27 September 2012
Newspaper? Why Not?
From the Newspaper lecture by Mr. Hardip Singh
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newspaper
Living in the tech-savvy century I always thought of newspapers as a dying trend. Well much to my short-sightedness my lecturer proved me wrong. If there was anything the newspapers are doing its probably being more trendy.
You while being bombarded by all the information we can get through the net, it has dawned on me that do we ever question the credibility of the information we get online? If anything, it was probably blamed for the spreading of misleading news. And that is where we turn to good old print news. You see in the internet everyone just post the links of their sources to their statement and the people of the link then post their own link of information and the chain goes on. I know the saying "if the wind doesn't blow. the tress would not sway" but this is ridiculous.
So halleluyah for newspapers and their fact-checking staff you rock!!
So if anybody ask newspaper? Why not?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newspaper
Living in the tech-savvy century I always thought of newspapers as a dying trend. Well much to my short-sightedness my lecturer proved me wrong. If there was anything the newspapers are doing its probably being more trendy.
You while being bombarded by all the information we can get through the net, it has dawned on me that do we ever question the credibility of the information we get online? If anything, it was probably blamed for the spreading of misleading news. And that is where we turn to good old print news. You see in the internet everyone just post the links of their sources to their statement and the people of the link then post their own link of information and the chain goes on. I know the saying "if the wind doesn't blow. the tress would not sway" but this is ridiculous.
So halleluyah for newspapers and their fact-checking staff you rock!!
So if anybody ask newspaper? Why not?
Taboo-ed
From the board game Taboo conducted in our Media Appreciation class
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Yup people we played this in class one day because our lecturer said most of us have trouble channeling our deeper thoughts. And you know what? After playing the game I couldn't help but question " Am I also one of them" oh joy!! and all hell broke loose after that. Haha...
Well *ahem* just a small reminder it WAS my first time. A very lame defense but yes I have a slow mind and it takes awhile to channel my thoughts properly because it is always haywire all of the time. In any case it WAS a fun game!! I mean literally :) almost like Charade but this time using words instead.
Crazy stuff I can tell you. I'm like 'flabberghasted' at how some of my classmates are so quick!! Lots of yelling in the class and boy, what an experience. Definitely a great way to have fun at the same time LEARNING to channel your thoughts in a more defined manner. Although I'd admit I'll probably have a long way to go because I'm not used to controlling adrenaline and end up panicking most of the time. Haha.. so much for the cool and composed look I try to wear all the time =.= guess it'll take a few more years to perfect.
Yup people we played this in class one day because our lecturer said most of us have trouble channeling our deeper thoughts. And you know what? After playing the game I couldn't help but question " Am I also one of them" oh joy!! and all hell broke loose after that. Haha...
Well *ahem* just a small reminder it WAS my first time. A very lame defense but yes I have a slow mind and it takes awhile to channel my thoughts properly because it is always haywire all of the time. In any case it WAS a fun game!! I mean literally :) almost like Charade but this time using words instead.
Crazy stuff I can tell you. I'm like 'flabberghasted' at how some of my classmates are so quick!! Lots of yelling in the class and boy, what an experience. Definitely a great way to have fun at the same time LEARNING to channel your thoughts in a more defined manner. Although I'd admit I'll probably have a long way to go because I'm not used to controlling adrenaline and end up panicking most of the time. Haha.. so much for the cool and composed look I try to wear all the time =.= guess it'll take a few more years to perfect.
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