SPM English Practice.

If you're happy and you know it,
Clap your hands.
*clap**clap*

That's it right there - the anthem of dictatorship.

The domineering (and usually older) men and women trying to assert their elevated positions over little, innocent, ignorant kids.

Forcing them to be happy, or lie trying.

Think of it, what if li'l Ted didn't feel happy that day?

Not clapping his hands would mean stares from the other kids (peer pressure). His 'loving' teacher would then 'encourage' him to clap his hands because and simply because it's an action song.

But no, Ted is not happy. If he claps, he'd be lying.

Ted is not happy. If he claps, his right of being unhappy would be wrenched away from him.

If. There is a choice in the song: to be happy and to clap, or to do the opposite. But no, the all-powerful teacher-dictator refuses to acknowledge that fact. The teacher says,"Clap." Clap no matter what.

Everyone has a right to be unhappy. Doesn't Ted?

If you're happy and you know it,
And you really want to show it,
If you're happy and you know it,
Clap your hands.

a complaint.

before:


after:


..want that grainy effect? try facebook. xP

"Ku tetap cinta Yesus selamanya"

What's it mean to love God?
Like really, truly.

Times like this when you don't dare to sing and it has nothing to do with being out of tune.

...

ON ANOTHER NOTE, triangles are your friends. =D

one day, i will..

..go to Florence and visit the buildings i got Ezio to climb up.


(most people who would read this won't get it.)

greenandyellow

I just realised that the title has 'andy' in it. wooooooo.

Food-wise, Raya rocks.

1. bazar ramadhan. need i say more?

2. THE CANTEEN'S SO EMPTY =O

3. oh and a good good friend comes bearing gifts:

cookies! (just in case you're wondering, the black mass at the background is good chocolate stuff)

4. and lastly, TWO open houses tmr. double the joy :D:D rendang here i come.

a little bit of tmi..

My fart smells especially stinky tonight.

hmm. i wonder why...

xP

For all is vanity and chasing after the wind.

Fear God and keep His commandments, for this is man's all.

the ideal cowboy film.

If I were to produce one of those Wildx2 West cowboy films, it would..

..be set in Wyoming.

..have a boy riding a cow as the lead. I mean why call a scruffy horse-riding man a cowboy? More like 'horseman' or something. Anyways, a brown cow, so I could fit in a line that goes "How now, brown cow?". And yes, stirrups, bridle, saddle and all.

..oh, yes, spurs. Big, round, spiky, flashy.

..have NO FUR CHAPS.

..definitely not forget a red bandana round the neck.

..not have any guns. Bows and arrows are much cooler. (Look, the interpretation of 'cowboy' is already unorthodox..) Lassos are fine though.

..sport good ol' hats.

..have Orlando Bloom in it. Okay, maybe a picture/poster of him. Hanging on a wall.

..have a tumbleweed as the cowboy's sidekick. (Because I think tumbleweeds have been so degraded by their ultra-mediocre, unfascinating roles as heralds of idleness.)

..not have a good storyline. (Unless I hire a professional scriptwriter.)


Tickets, anyone?

comrades over medals.

win or otherwise, it will be an honour to play with y'all, BJ Bahaya. for the last time.

sixdayssixdayssixdayssixdays

What's beauty but a word? And you cut flesh for a word? Cut the dictionary instead.


i'll get twitter only when i'm famous. provided it's still relevant then.