Win a Chance to Showcase Your 8 Millenium Goals @ the 2008 Global Youth Forum in Armenia!!

The Malaysian Chapter is open to all Malaysian youths aged 18 - 25 years (individual or two members per team), who would have to select one or incorporate all of the eight United Nations Millennium Development Goals in a written document, a 3 - 5 minute video, or an active electronic presentation demonstrating their strategies, plans and solutions in addressing and achieving these goals.

The Eight UN Millennium Development Goals are:
1. Eradicate extreme poverty and hunger

2. Achieve universal primary education

3. Promote gender equality and empower women

4. Reduce child mortality

5. Improve maternal health

6. Combat HIV / AIDS, malaria and other diseases

7. Ensure environmental sustainability

8. Develop a global partnership for development

For more information, visit http://www.astro.com.my/themalaysianchapter or refer to the Bonne Substance section on the sidebar.

Unfortunately, the rules state that all participants have to be aged between 18 and 25 years old, which I'm not. But I know plenty of you who are! =)

Precognition

It appears that my body will only go through so much abuse until slightly past 4 am. After I was sure the painful parts were over, - I've done 500 plus out of the 700 plus pages bu then - I settled the book down and lay looking at the ceiling, at the light. Now that I recall I vaguely remember the room seeming to spin on the horizontal plane, like a boat out in the ocean - I'm thinking of Billy Joel's Goodnight My Angel. haha. Then I was out.

Someone must have turned out the light while I was out cold, because I was totally out. And I woke at 9.

I cannot begin to convey how incredibly strange I become when I do dive into a good book. I would laugh out loud, or giggle, my eyes would occasionally widen in horror and I'd gasp, with my mouth forming a soft 'o'. But most terrifying, was that if the emotions were just right, I'd cry. With Breaking Dawn, I would tear up just a bit, and that was normal. New Moon was scary.

But now it's even stranger, because I didn't feel anything. Just a minute ago Ken IMed me, elated that he was to be flying off to the US. Deep deep down somewhere, I knew I should be happy for him, and I was. I just didn't feel enough of it. Like someone had just pulled a plug on my emotions, draining me. Somehow I know this calm cannot last, not for me. It was disturbing, abnormal even, for me to not show some sort of emotion. As it is, I am a passionate person by nature.

I feel like I'm sitting lotus-style on a sharp precipice which promised a hard fall either way. On my left would be immense hurt, pain and suffering. Mentally, I would probably suffer. On my right was immense joy and elation. Insanity.

It doesn't make sense now, but I know I'm anticipating something.

It would not be very pretty.

I know it's long overdue,

And parrots speak without thinking.

Happy 17th Birthday, to the biggest parrot in the whole wide world, dated 13th August.

Amirah binti Mohammad Hedar.

It’s been 10 years! Still have that picture of your 7th birthday, the one with you, Vi-Jean and I on the bench at your place (the bench is still there kan XD). Man, I hate that picture. And the frock.

Oh mY

I am blogging from school during (can you guess?)

Cik Fadzelah's period. I'm so glad you didn't leave for Sabah to get married. I'm selfish that way.

I DIDN'T GET NS!!!!!! Mwahahahahaaaaaaaa

Oh, and she (teacher) has locked the computer room door for fear of the invasion of the NS-checking crowd. Woohoo.

But if I don't upload something on my Yahoo! Group file, I'll be stuck in here forever,


So, cheerio comrades! :)

No Food Day

I don’t know what stressed me out first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head

Papercut, Linkin Park

I didn’t know how incredibly tired I was until you accidently set me off, and I’m sorry I reacted that way; I was tired. And I didn’t even realize,

Until now.

I’m so tired, tired of being vigilant, and I’m tired of caring. I’m sick of walking with my back up and chin tilted along with the stupid poker face to complete the facade. And, I’m sick of telling, reminding, scolding, reprimanding – all of you to buck up your image and professionalism. I absolutely cringe with loathing at the line, ‘Aiyah, simply lah.’ I hate that kind of lackadaisical attitude you portray, it’s filthy. And it’s NOT COOL to not care. That is lame to the highest order. You here? Buck up you lazy asses. And please watch your image, especially outside class. Don’t ever give a prefect any reason to apprehend you. It’s humiliating. Have you no pride? Yes? No? If not, leave. We don’t need people like you. But I have hope in the few who work in the shadows, I respect you, and you are my hope. And also for the new batch. Good luck.

Regard this as the speech I wish to present on my farewell, but never will.

Sometimes I wonder, if all that work pretending has really gotten to me, maybe it has, so I’ll just try to live with it. Change doesn’t come easy for me, it fascinates me, but it also scares me to death. But once I yield in acceptance, the rest is easy.

* * *

I officially dub this day NO-FOOD/TORTURE DAY. The day where all the food in the canteen ran out, and finally came late. Torture because I was ravished. And believe me when I say, GIRLS CAN EAT.

Finally, Aileen's MTV Overview

The seats as they are-a filling up.

The VIP area, right behind the stars seats.

"Thank you thank you thank you Amirah for the MTV Asia Awards tickets, and to your lovely (and wacky) parents for chapheroning me up and down Genting. I would also like to thank my beautiful mom and handsome father for agreeing to this without argument, and my brother for being well, him. And Vi-Jean and Yee Vonne for making it too. It was just too bad our seats were separated, eh?"

Jabbawokeez (from Step Up 2) kick started the awards with their awesome dance moves and incredible coordination. Was totally screaming for them all the way, shame though, wish it lasted longer. The Pussycat Dolls were totally strutting their stuff and for that, I wish I was in the mosh pit dancing too. XD

Jabbawockeez on the side stage!

Blooper! Their second song, When I Grow Up music stopped halfway through Nicole's vocals at the beginning. Thankfully, it was well covered up.

OneRepublic was absolutely lovely. Their bassist also happens to be a celloist, and my did he play with vigour and bouncy hair XD. The same can be said for their lead singer, who did a piano number along with Mr Bouncy Hair on Apologise before graduating (both) to guitars for Stop and Stare.

After that we had a few local performances : Singapore rock band and Stephanie Sun collaborated on a song about natural disasters in Asia.

Despite my apparent lack of interest or exposure on Korean music, I must say, Super Juniors performance did not fail to impress. Their vocals were reasonably synced for such a large group, and their dance on the second song was mind blowing. However, it was obvious that they had to lip-sing that one. Oh well.

Super Junior doing their thing

AILEEN'S PERSONAL FAVOURITES.
OneRepublic was absolutely lovely. Their bassist also happens to be a celloist, and my did he play with vigour and bouncy hair XD. The same can be said for their lead singer, who did a piano number along with Mr Bouncy Hair on Apologise before graduating (both) to guitars for Stop and Stare. Today I was still humming their songs in school =)

Jabbawokeez!

Pop Shuvit's Project E.A.R. collaboration with other bands from Philliphines and Indonesia. Mind blowing! However Western rockers rock, Malaysian rockers can rock harder. LOL.

It's not very clear here, but the Click Five started off with a kompang percussion and flute accompanyment. The lead singer was actually trying out the kompang XD

Panic! at the Disco!!!!!!!! [insert eardrum-shattering scream here]. In accordance to their whimsical showmanship and their Best Style award, Panic! at the Disco ended the awards with much flair and flamboyance. Chinese acrobats flipped in between the rocking band, while some were on the side stage in a bone breaking formation. Then came the can-can dancers and a marching band clad in red.

They sound better live!

They made us scream 'whore!' for the song I Write Sins Not Tragedies!

Jared Leto should loose the eyeliner!

Karen Mok should put on weight!
and tame her hair

The Phillipino band Chirochi should compose themselves when hugging and kissing PCD!
What will your mothers think? tsk tsk

A very happy author. =)