Monday, December 22, 2008

Come Back Please? – The Last Goodbye

It was just another day when he is not doing what he supposed to do. Instead he sits in a corner of the library all alone, figuring about how to change the layout of this blog that you’re reading. I want to change to something new, he thought. But as he is half way repairing the mess and damages he done to his blog, the little brother’s Messenger conversation box comes.


Anyone informed you yet? Sure don’t know yet.


Huh?


Grandma passed away around 12.20-12.30pm (GMT+8). A bit sudden, she started to breath heavily, then after a while the breathing slowed down. Then…


He couldn’t take it in. He was sort of tensed because of the mess he had done, and yet the last thing that he want to hear that time came to him. It was like giving a rabbit to eat meat – the rabbit stomps the ground to show protest.



What else can I say?


Don’t know. Just pray for her lor (* ‘lor’ is just an expression in Malaysia)… Remember a… No more CNY (Chinese New Year).


He is left stunned. His mind wondered into a dark blank space. His head is flooded with blood. Headache came. For some time, he don’t feel the urge to cry. Maybe because I’ve at least prepared an umbrella, although there are some holes on it, he thought. But the reason could be also the so-far-away distance where he didn’t see her face with his weakened eye.


He couldn’t continue on on what he was doing. The books, the papers, the drafts, physics lab report… are scattered on the table. So he let his mind going around as it will…


He sees his grandmother’s face – but much younger. She was sitting at one corner of the house with her ace-shaped rattan fan. he came into the house, and walked straightly towards her to get what every child liked – ang pau (red packet). He did what his parents told and rehearsed with him before they came.


Remember, get the packet with two hand. And remember to say ‘thank you’.


His grandmother gave him a warmth smile, and asked the him and his family to go to the kitchen to get something to eat – the best food of all time – grandmother’s cooking. Her cooking was so delicious that all the grandchildren loved it. He remembered once that while he was drinking the so-called “grandmother’s soup”, he asked her how she could cook so well, and all she answered was ‘just put in everything and cook like normal’. Maybe that was a skill that took her so long to master, just like all the kung fu masters were all white haired and long beard. The best food ever, and it’s free! What else could be more better than this? A satisfied smile.


He then remembered the routine that he had always done last time. Because his aunty stayed at grandmother’s house, his father had to send her back from the pottery factory that owned by his grandfather. So every time he would sneak into this opportunity to follow the ride to grandmother’s house in a white mini lorry, just to get Kopi-O sweets from his grandmother. The ride that took 20 minutes always seemed nothing compare to the satisfaction that he had by getting a sweet from his grandmother, not to mention the chance to jump into the shallow pond to play around with the tadpoles and frogs. Remember the pond with frogs? The sweetest memory was that when he learned that frogs are amphibians, he thought that the babies should also be the same. So, he caught a big plastic amount of tadpoles, and poured them to a flat cement ground. The tadpoles struggled, and died a while later. He was of course, being scolded, not because of the dead tadpoles, but the mess he made around the nicely maintained pond – the bricks were untidy, the rocks were misplaced, and the fishes were scared and hid in a small dark corner. He cried, and of course, but he was comforted by his grandmother…


The reality suddenly stroked him. Hey, your beloved grandmother is gone. But that’s not all, he is not even sure where his grandmother will go – heaven? Hell? Her heaven is my hell? Something that he really felt sad about. No more Gloria to secure him where she is. It’s sad that she cannot go where I will go in the future, he sighed.


He suddenly remembered the verse Jeremiah 29:11:


‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’


Plans? ‘Someone who is close to you die and you know even know where she’s going’ is a plan from You? He somehow, a thought came into his mind, “look for the bright side in this happening. It did not just happened.”


At first he thought that he is coming to an dead end. But after a deeper thoughts, he gets something. Indeed the Vetos asked him not to go back, but if he says he don’t feel sorry for not going back, he’s obviously lying – not just to people around, God, but he himself as well. When the decision was indeed hard to make, and the influences from surroundings were strong. Instead of turning left or right at a T-junction, God provided a way – to go straight, go beyond the T to form a Cross. Jesus died on the cross to provide us a new way. He learned that this God is indeed a real God. This God took away the complicate that he was facing. Just when he wasn’t sure which chess piece to move, God showed him the move. What would happen if God just let him handle things that he couldn’t handle? Definitely would he had gone crazy. Feeling down, emo, sad, disappointment, failures… He would take all his pain away from him.


Once again he was amazed by God’s power of love and grace. He indeed moved the pieces on his own to checkmate the problems in his life, and only seek Him when he faced dead end, but this God although might be angry or disappointed in him, His hands are still warm every time He pulls him out of the dead-lock situation. Just when series of unpleasant happenings comes, this God really never let him deal with all those things with his very bare hands. His hands are there. Always. For him. It’s just that, how many times does he want to ignore the comfort offer and chase around the loop for something insecure? How many times he needs to trying things on his own without practicing His Words in Psalms 46:10?


“Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”


The last goodbye that he never had the chance to bid. Somewhere, some time, He guesses… I guess.




Christmas isn’t Christmas, till it happens in your heart. Remember, my friends.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Breathe Me by Sia


First and foremost, credits to the owner of the picture.

It's just a virtual. The synchronisation was an illusion. Elika was dead before he knew it. The prince did his best and cut down the Tree of Life, beared all the consequences, just to carry her in his arm. But... Maybe he didn't know anything. Or he knows it now but remained silence? Or she remained silence? Wait the second series ba... Or should there even the 2nd series?

Ermm. Thank you for the honesty.

All because this missing piece, the chessboard turned total chaos and confusion, but now it's completed. The jigsaw is ugly, but that's how it is.

He.. lost the important bidding today. It proved that the sync is not there. 
His Elika never existed.



---
Title: Breathe Me
By: Sia

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
---

feel like giving up the flash thing too ='(

Friday, December 19, 2008

Snowing help

I'm proud of myself today.

Added snowing effect on my own - played with html codes for whole night. The effect behind is using flash. 

This is the script for the motion:

Tools that I've used:

Referred websites:

I'm still facing the 4th part problem. The page you're viewing now, the snows are at behind the "content". If I insist to put it in front, we can't click through the snow, meaning it'll be a "read-only" dead page. My Canon will not sing either. With one exception: It works in Internet Explorer (of all the browsers =.=").

I'll try to alternate the div settings some other time to make it work.
Perhaps I should go into programming languages. @,@

Life is perhaps easy when all you need to do is to copy and paste other people's work into a html/javascript gadget, eh? I want to make my life hard. Haha. Yea yea, stubborn block head, I know. But I guess I'll learn more through the hard way. Maybe it's better to be independent than to, haha, leech on others. It opened a bigger eyesight for me, to explore the max-usage of blogspot =)

fan of flash =)
fan of arts =)
fan of technologies =)
fan of effects =)
fan of games (hu hu, Prince of Persia is really nice)

Oh, ermmm.. I created a googlegroup specially to make my blog function. Do pay visit there ya, although it's nothing there other than my-blogspot-supporting stuffs, for example, this lala.swf is my snow effect. Been lazy to rename it. LoL.

Oh yea, how to disable the "adult content" thing when you click? fyi, http://ultimatepichu.blogspot.com heavily against those thingy. This applies to my googlegroup too.

So as summary, these are my questions:
1. Clicking through a transparent flash (or any other workaround but with flash)
2. Removing "adult content" at my googlegroup.

Would be glad if anyone help me. Here's the source code of my blog, in case anyone interested:


Both are the same, just that one is in xml format and another is in txt.

Cheers,
Vincent

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Come back please? - an update

Clouds are covering up the sun...

So, he would like to thank those who are very concern about him. People chatted with him, people called him and talked more than an hour, people gave him advices, people left comments...

Surprisingly, he found out that although a lot people concern about him, some of them just don't really understand him. Yea, through the conversations he realised that someone something somewhere somehow are no longer the same - it's either him or them have changed. 

Most probably I'm the one changed, he thought. Impossible everyone has changed while he remained the same. From conversation he read that people around him, perhaps still dragging their lives without firm direction(s).

"What I want to achieve in next 1, 2, 5 years?"
"Goals and dreams?"
"Relationship with someone, Someone?"
"Merely studies?"
"Badminton?"
"Sacrificial for another?"

Unanswered questions, of which he slowly, but surely, found the missing jigsaw pieces. Ask Him, people advices. That girl won over him with score 2-1 in MSN Minesweeper flags's Proverbs 3:6 really made him to think a lot. Not just that, Jeremiah 29:11... Plans from God... Everything happens with purpose; it doesn't just happen...

He even hear from his other friends who have different faiths and beliefs:

"Segala yang berlaku ada sebabnya. Segala masalah adalah ujian daripada Allah. Ujian Allah bermaksud Beliau memberi perhatian kepada kamu..."

And long long more which he couldn't manage to remember. His brain is already weary. The fact that he has not much done in his preparation while the time ticks...

Cute bear holding an umbrella?

"Some time in next week".. As said by doctors..

I.. am I really being cruel? Is this decision will made me the bad guy? Is this decision will make me regret? Some questions from some people that made him feel a little bad. Nevertheless, the Vetos in his life have spoken. A decision has been made.

One of the Vetos... really surprised him. To think that someone who was so egoistic and never say "sorry" to his children would talked with a shaky voice and forced laugh. He, perhaps had changed? Maybe this incident really affect Dad more than I do, as he is much closer to her, He thought.

"Stay back there and study hard. It's already a good intention from you already..", he told him.

"No need to come back, it's too much consequences for it", she told him.

So everyone is back in Kuching except him: bro, sis... basically everyone. But not will he feel bad, because, he secured a promise in his future =)

I've decided, not to go back, he smiled. Definitely a sincere smile.

VBA-Course 2008, Konstanz

I will go on..

Monday, December 08, 2008

Come back please?

As rows of trees pass by him, he sits quietly in the train. Although the train is moving at a fast speed, his heart barely beats. His heart bleeds, not because he has failed in his studies again, no. His heart bleeds, not because someone stabbed his heart, no. His heart bleeds, along with the mixture of memories. His heart, is best described as (sorry to those who likes coffee) a cup of coffee – not just unable to see the bottom of the cup, and hot, but most importantly, bitterness of coffee.
 
He tries to give his overloading brain a rest by closing his eyes. But ironically, things get even more clearer than with eyes wide open: Again, he sees the repeating memory; He saw this monitor, containing a maximized Mozilla Firefox browsing on Meebo with lots of conversation boxes. The second box on the top was from his sister, with the last message which posted:
 
“I think I’m going back.”
 
However, the top box caught his attention the most - It was from his little brother. The conversation was very very long, but few sentences captured by his eyes:
 
“You heard what happened to her right?”…
“Doctor said it’s just a matter of time and just be prepared”…
“She’s 86 already you know”…
“Can you come back to see her for one last time?”…
 
Everything around was as if silenced, only the voice of the tutor in the Visual Basic course that he was attending. His fingers were frozen, while he sitting in the room, which was quite warm. In his heat vicious waves roar, although the surrounding was quite comfortable. How to reply, he asked himself…
 
“How to reply?”, indeed…
 
….
 
He doesn’t want to disappoint the wish of his younger brother. To have his normally-cold-and-“jahat” brother to ask him to come back, it’s certainly not usual. He himself misses her a lot too. The cost of the ticket to go back is certainly not a big deal, although it will devour half of his current savings. Airasia offer is over. But at the same time, he doesn’t want to terminate all the efforts and plans he has been doing since the past more than one month. His preparation, to him, is quite satisfying – an effort that he has never put in in his entire life. Throwing future just because of present? Or chasing future and ignoring the present?
 
How to fulfill both of the very end side?
 
He thinks again of the storm that is about to come. He has no umbrella, yet he still made Mickey out of the cute bear (or pig) with umbrella. How irony is that huh? Then he asked the friend of the, ermm.. let’s just call it bear, with umbrella, a question of the very opposite of the question he asked to Gloria: What will happen to non-Christians after they die?
 
*side-note: I don’t want to argue over religious issue now, so just let me, ok?*
 
She replied, “You should know the answer…”
Indeed, he does know the answer, but he just replied, “I don’t know..” He doesn’t want to accept the answer.
The clever friend of the cute bear replied, “There are only two place to go: Heaven or Hell.”
 
His heart was like the Titanic, collided with iceberg, sunk into the freezing sea. He wished to hear something else. But he knew, that’s not going to happen. She would’ve been lying if she said something else. He doesn’t want his Grandma to go to Hell (*what a strong word.. sweat*), but how to bring her from the gate of death to heaven? How to ask someone who has been doing prayer every morning and evening every single day? How to ask someone whose faith is more than 40 years and its level is comparable to the monks? How to ask someone who has turned normal wood beads into black and shiny pearls? Again, he forced himself to hold back the bursting tears.
 
 
Then he recalls, out of sudden, some pieces of memories, that would’ve been lost if not because of this ‘news’…
 
His parents were always busy, working hard to provided some living for he and his siblings. So, it’s natural for them to go next town to deliver the goods frequently. Seldom they would bring all four of them altogether, since it would be very troublesome. So, the kids were always dropped at the grandmother’s house. In fact, the kids liked to go to their grandmother’s house. Not just because of her cooking was superb, not just because of the “Kopi-O” candies that she always gave them, not just because of the sofas that were always joined together to form ships with the pillows as cannon bombs to fight against each other during the day and the boats became beds at night, not just because the pool outside where frogs loved to lay eggs and they loved catching the tadpoles, not just because the drain with what they-called “drain fishes”, not just because the cute dog named “Ai-li” that their uncle have at grandmother’s house and they liked to play with her (the dog), not just because the chickens that she raised which in the end swallowed by a enough-to-swallow-him snake, but simply the warmth and affection of their grandmother. He likes his grandmother, although his grandmother likes his same-birth-date sister more: The biggest drumstick was always to her, and of course, he was jealous. The kids would fight for the poor piece of chicken, and he would always lose, left crying (his specialty), and later being comforted by his “big-aunty”, who pampered him more than anyone else. Oh, he suddenly remember a photo of him holding a piece of drumstick. Was it him? or his older brother? When mom couldn’t even tell… Sweat…
 
Sometimes when their parents were late to pick them, the kids would already been sleeping, with the grandmother watching over them, with her knitted spade-shape-rattan-made fan, blowing streams peace and comfort to them… What a piece of memory…
 
Things went on as the children grew up, the much missed grandmother-house were eventually sold, and their grandmother was living with the kids with since then. Watching her grew older, her husband passed away, now herself lying in hospital… It might be her turn next, at least that’s what the doctor said.
 
He still remembered last summer break, when he went back for holiday from where he currently is. She was already very old, but the delight was still there, seeing the grandchild who left the house 3 years ago to study at other places. They had small chat, and she said it might be her last time to see him. His heart soured. Forcing himself for a weak smile, he said to her,
 
“Grandma, you will live and attend my wedding in the future.”
 
She gave him a smile, and nodded.
 
But now, he is still far from that promise, 10 years at least, as said by one of his friends, yet she is already lying on bed in hospital. He wishes to tell her to continue to live and come to his wedding in the future, he does not wish to give up that dim light of hope… But reality is sometimes, or would say often, cruel…
 
However, continue to live… please, his heart cries.
 
He don’t understand. Why his that smart-and-knowledgeable-but-just-kutuk-ed-him-at-his-blog “big brother” always have the chance to see his tears? Why just when he thought the bad things are settled down, they just whooped up with “muahahaha, I’m back” and haunted him again?
 
Christmas is coming, alright. The first time he came to this foreign land, his Christmas wish is to experience the so-called White Christmas with presents. Then came this ‘outstanding’ academic performance with consequence that he had to allocate time in Christmas break to study. Now came this news, (might-be) no more that longing White Christmas and still-preparing study plan? He feels himself is worst than Harry Potter - He had great adventures during Christmas, at least.
 
What else he could want for this Christmas. What else he could have for this Christmas. All he wants now is to ask this “Birthday Boy”. All he wants now is to talk to his Father. All he wants now is to have the Holy Spirit guide him. And definitely, what he does not want is one liter of tears again.
 
He wants sugar in the coffeecup. Any suggestions?

*update: Somehow, he sees where he should do, what he should do already...

Saturday, December 06, 2008

to the cute pig with umbrella

Yea, serve me right... ='(

Yet.. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Don't dare le.

Ok?

Ok?

Sorry, again. Don't angry le.

Sorry. And sorry again. T,T

Not fair though. How come you can bully me but I cannot bully you?

Vincent

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Starfalls... =)

That day I went IKEA, and found this pretty stuff... =) Had fun playing with my camera...

It's the decorative stars. 

nice?

in dark even nice =)

Wow, this one little buddy is a bit different~

So this is my room... sorry a bit messy.. Ha ha...


Ok, enough playing lame. Here's some... ermm.. skills =)

This is cooooooooool...

S-t-a-r-f-a-l-l  in my roomie~

Even faster... getting blurrrrrr...

Swoooosh~

Fall right in front of my camera... Cool.


Hehe. This is what I call 'effect' that you won't get normally. Eventually found out this technique to snap this sort of picture. Cool right?

Time spent: 30 minutes.
Decoration stars cost: €8,99
Satisfaction and joy: Priceless =)


Merry Christmas,
Vincent

p/s: hmmm... wondering why am I so excited about this? IT'S CHRISTMAS~
pp/s: No wonder Prof. Rauschnabel said me 'kindisch'... or childish. Haha.
ppp/s: Oh Dena, in case you still read my blog, your 'tree' is on the way... Muahahaha~