Like any boys trying to survive their adolescence, Ed, Edd and Eddy are as clueless about girls as everything else. Meet Ed(El), Edd(Amirul), Eddy(Jwan) :)
Last Friday, I was laying down on my bed. I was thinking
about everything that happen in my life. Then, something came across in my
mind. It’s about habit. Everyone have a habit in life. Mine, eating habit. My habit
is I will eat my food now, or I will eat
it later. Sometimes, I become
dilemma in my life about food. Another thing is that, I eat a lot, so I need more money to buy food, but there is a
problem. I want to eat, but I don’t have
enough money. I try to find a solution about that. So, I found one. I have
to go to my parent house often.
The next day, I went to my parent house. I asked my mom to
cook for me and my mom loves to cook
fried fish and 3 taste fish. She said to me that fishes are rich in omega 3 and protein and eating fish is good. In addition,
she also warn me that food is a
necessity but eating too much food will make you gain weight. After that,
both of us ate the food that my mom cook. Then, I went back home.
The end.
Written by, Edd.
Monday, 31 August 2015
#6 Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy.
I always cycle around my town. I would wake up every morning at 7AM and will spend 2-3 hours on my bicycle. I do it everyday that it would be natural for me to wake up at 7AM. You must be wondering, why did I start cycling?It all started when I played skateboard. Skateboarding was fun, but... it hurts. You fall almost 10 times a day and a scratch would be inevitable, unless you had experience for 10 years. I was practicing my "ollie" and thought I would step it up a notch. I set up an obstacle 1 meter high and tried to "ollie" over it. Of course, I landed wrongly and broke both of my hands. It was expected. I had to live in the hospital for a month, and went there for rehab for a couple of times. It didn't traumatize me though. When I got back home from the hospital, my dad told me that he sold my deck to my neighbor. I was furious. I went to my room and locked myself in for 2 days. My dad should understand why I was furious. He knows how I loved my deck. *knock knock* "Amirul.. I'm sorry that I sold your skateboard, but I didn't want you to get hurt again. I love you okay?" my dad said in a very sympathetic voice. "Go away, Dad. I don't want to talk to you." I blatantly replied. "I got you something. I really hope you like it. I'll just leave it by the door." My dad said and he left afterwards. I got up and listened through the door to make sure he really left. When the line was clear, I opened to check what he got for me. It was a bicycle. Not just an ordinary bicycle, it was a racing bicycle. Carbon fiber frame and super lightweight. Thin rim and tires which is only 28mm thick. I was super happy! I got in the room with the bike and slept early so I could test it out. I woke up the next day and got in my tights and went for a cycle. It was very smooth, very aerodynamic and it could climb hills with ease. Me being an adrenaline junkie, I thought I wanted to try to go 100km/h down a hill. So I went to the steepest hill I could find cycled all the way to the top. Then, I went down. I cycled and cycled and I saw my speed-o-meter going up. 60.. 70.. 80... 90... and it stopped. It didn't go up. I dropped to my lowest gear and cycled as fast as I could. 97.. 98.. 99.. 100KM/h! "Yeah!" I screamed when I got my milestone. I was so excited. I thought it would be hard but nope. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Written by Edd.
#5 I Woke Up and Suddenly...
Iwoke up and suddenly the door of my hut was broken down. Damn it, need to change the door again.
"The town needs our help again, Master."
"No," I replied as I slowly rose from my bed.
"No?" The man who broke the door, stepped out of the shadows, relieving his muddied, but still youthful face. His ragged robe swept the dust behind him, " but sire, why not?"
"Because nothing good comes out of it, Jack." I stood up and reached for the drink on the table, "it's not practical and you know it."
"I do, Master Terrence, but there's another demon terrorizing the townsfolk."
“No more helping the locals. No more demons, no more exorcisms,” I removed my moth-eaten hood and slowly walked outside, “our
shaman have been crucified, our village pillaged, and our women stoned.”
Jack remained silent as he followed me through their
village, settled away at the edge of the forest. The acolytes who
remained looked grey and feeble as they huddled near various campfires.
“They treat us like animals, you fool, can’t you see?” I vaguely motioned to their village.
“It’s, it’s not that bad, sire,” he frowned as he stepped over various malnourished bodies; several feebly cried out for help, “but I guess things could use some improvem-”
“Every time there’s an omen, Jack, they come for us. Every goat with
3 eyes, every cow with 2 heads, every newborn with a unibrow, they come
here and persecute us.”
I flung my arms wildly in the air, “yeah sure, blame the necromancers! Every time the rivers flood, every time the corn tastes weird, and every time it rains frogs, its our fault, but the second someone needs an unholy demon slain its all, ‘oh please save us Acolytes of the Red Night! Save us Terrence, save us with your scary sorcery and spooky pentagrams.”
There were distant screams of panic coming from the nearby town. A
ghastly scent of burnt flesh filled their remote village. Jack stared at the rising pillar of smoke awaiting for a response.
“The answer is still no.”
“… but sire.”
“Do you know how many sacrificed virgins it takes to cast out a demon, Jack?”
“Yes sire, I am aware.”
“Then you must also be aware that you’re one of the few virgins I have left to spare, huh?”
Jack’s face turned several shades of maroon as he made confident eye contact with the mud.
“Not so keen on saving the village now, are you?”
Written by Edd.
Monday, 17 August 2015
#4 Song.
Song sôNG/ noun a short poem or other set of words set to music or meant to be sung.
A song is an artistic form of expression based on sound or work of music with distinct fixed pitches, pattern and form. Written words created specifically for music or for which music is specifically created, are called lyrics. Songs can broadly divided into many different forms, depending on criteria used.
So, today I would like to give you a review on one of my favourite motivational song titled "Fight Song" by Rachel Platten.
"Fight Song" is a song by American singer Rachel Platten, released as a single by Columbia Records on February 19, 2015. The song has received widespread success, reaching number 8 on the US Billboard Hot 100, number 1 on the Billboard Adult Top 40 chart.*1
The lyrics of the song has give the huge impact for the listeners. It has a beautiful lyrics. The metaphor that she used in the lyrics was so deep in describing the situation.
The Meaning of "Fight Song" Lyrics
1. Rachel Platten describes how a small action can have a large
consequence. She uses the idea of a boat out at sea to demonstrate this
2. This entire opening stanza is about one small action or idea
having a big impact. A match to ignite and explosion is a metaphor for this
concept.
3. She thinks back on the things she could have done
differently, wishing she could have another chance to take a different action.
4. Rachel Platten is determined not to repeat her past. She’s
going to make more calculated decisions now.
5. She shares with her listeners that she sings this
song to claim ownership of her life. The song is reassurance to herself that
she is okay.
6. Rachel Platten strengthens her own resolve.
7. Even if she must struggle alone, Rachel Platten is
determined to have strength from this point forward.
8. Rachel Platten has many problems in her life, causing others
to be concerned for her.
9. She feels overwhelmed by these problems.
10. Rachel Platten has a desire to restore her past.
11. A fire burning in someone’s bones refers to a deep passion for
something.
12. She still has hope despite the presence of
challenges in her life.
13. This song is about human resilience. It is about Rachel
Platten fighting her life’s battles despite how difficult they are.
Rachel Platten said of her inspiration: "'Fight Song' was inspired by a lot of experiences that were hurting me and that were making me feel like maybe I didn’t have a chance in this industry. I wrote it because I needed to remind myself that I believed in myself. No matter what, I still was gonna make music, even if it was on a small scale. Even if it was just for me."
Here, I would like to attach the music video of her first single "Fight Song".
Written by, Jwan
Sunday, 9 August 2015
#3 Mythology. The Lost City of Atlantis.
First of all, what is mythology? Well, according to Oxford English Dictionary, 3rd edition, Mythology is define to the collected myths of a group of people—their body of stories which they tell to explain nature, history, and customs. Others would say there is no one satisfactory definition, since myths serve many different purposes. The first purpose was to explain the inexplicable. So, here I would like to give you a review of one of the most famous and mystical mythos in the world. It's called "The Atlantis Myth".
We all know the myth of Atlantis: a utopian city wiped out in a single night thanks to an unearthly cataclysm. But Atlantis is only the most famous of mythical lost cities. Near-identical stories crop up with such regularity that it’s tempting to think they must be somehow related. Some ancient writers viewed Atlantis as fiction while others believed it was real. According to Solon's notes the history of Atlantis began at the beginning of time. It was then that the immortal gods divided the world among themselves and each ruled their proportion. Some said that The Atlantis is related to the Greek Mythology. Atlantis, a likely mythical island nation mentioned in Plato’s dialogues “Timaeus” and “Critias,” has been an object of fascination among western philosophers and historians for nearly 2,400 years. Plato (c.424–328 B.C.) describes it as a powerful and advanced kingdom that sank, in a night and a day, into the ocean around 9,600 B.C. The ancient Greeks were divided as to whether Plato’s story was to be taken as history or mere metaphor. Since the 19th century there has been renewed interest in linking Plato’s Atlantis to historical locations, most commonly the Greek island of Santorini, which was destroyed by a volcanic eruption around 1,600 B.C.
From time to time, archaeologists and historians locate evidence—a swampy, prehistoric city in coastal Spain; a suspicious undersea rock formation in the Bahamas—that might be a source of the Atlantis story. Of these, the site with the widest acceptance is the Greek island of Santorini (ancient Thera), a half-submerged caldera created by the massive second-millennium-B.C. volcanic eruption whose tsunami may have hastened the collapse of the Minoan civilization on Crete. In short, the idea of a city obliterated overnight is so powerful it seems to show up everywhere. Are these half-remembered tragedies with some basis in fact (like Pompeii) or just stories that play to the apocalyptic fantasist in all of us? We’ll leave it to you to decide.
