Showing posts with label scene. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scene. Show all posts
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I usually go through my enormous amount of pictures in my drive and select at least one for the every month but i never get to post them. So anyway this would be my first one for the month of August. Critics and Comments are most welcome ;)...
Thursday, September 4, 2008
The mind sees this forest better than the eye. The mind is not deceived by what merely shows.
—H. M. Tomlinson
On the banks of the Amazon River, in a clearing in the forest, there once lived a girl named Chimidyue. She dwelt with her family and relatives in a big pavilion-house called a maloca.
While the boys of the maloca fished and hunted with the men, Chimidyue and the other girls helped the women with household chores or in the farm plots nearby. Like the other girls, Chimidyue never stepped far into the forest. She knew how full it was of fierce animals and harmful spirits, and how easy it was to get lost in.
Still, she would listen wide-eyed when the elders told stories about that other world. And sometimes she would go just a little way in, gazing among the giant trees and wondering what she might find farther on.
One day as Chimidyue was making a basket, she looked up and saw a big morpho butterfly hovering right before her. Sunlight danced on its shimmering blue wings.
“You are the most magical creature in the world,” Chimidyue said dreamily. “I wish I could be like you.”
The butterfly dipped as if in answer, then flew toward the edge of the clearing.
Chimidyue set down her basket and started after it, imitating its lazy flight. Among the trees she followed, swooping and circling and flapping her arms.
She played like this for a long time, until the butterfly passed between some vines and disappeared. Suddenly Chimidyue realized she had gone too far into the forest. There was no path, and the leaves of the tall trees made a canopy that hid the sun. She could not tell which way she had come.
“Mother! Father! Anyone!” she shouted. But no one came.
“Oh no,” she said softly. “How will I find my way back?”
Chimidyue wandered anxiously about, hoping to find a path. After a while she heard a tap-tap-tapping. “Someone must be working in the forest,” she said hopefully, and she followed the sound. But when she got close, she saw it was just a woodpecker.
Chimidyue sadly shook her head. “If only you were human,” she said, “you could show me the way home.”
“Why would I have to be human?” asked the woodpecker indignantly. “I could show you just as I am!”
Startled but glad to hear it talk, Chimidyue said eagerly, “Oh, would you?”
“Can’t you see I’m busy?” said the woodpecker. “You humans are so conceited, you think everyone else is here to serve you. But in the forest, a woodpecker is just as important as a human.” And it flew off.
“I didn’t mean anything bad,” said Chimidyue to herself. “I just want to go home.”
More uneasy than ever, Chimidyue walked farther. All at once she came upon a maloca, and sitting within it was a woman weaving a hammock.
“Oh, grandmother!” cried Chimidyue joyfully, addressing the woman with the term proper for an elder. “I’m so glad to find someone here. I was afraid I would die in the forest!”
But just as she stepped into the maloca, the roof began to flap, and the maloca and the woman together rose into the air. Then Chimidyue saw it was really a tinamou bird that had taken a magical form. It flew to a branch above.
“Don’t you ‘grandmother’ me!” screeched the bird. “How many of my people have your relatives hunted and killed? How many have you cooked and eaten? Don’t you dare ask for my help.” And it too flew away.
“The animals here all seem to hate me,” said Chimidyue sorrowfully. “But I can’t help being a human!”
Chimidyue wandered on, feeling more and more hopeless, and hungry now as well. Suddenly, a sorva fruit dropped to the ground. She picked it up and ate it greedily. Then another dropped nearby.
Chimidyue looked up and saw why. A band of spider monkeys was feeding in the forest canopy high above, and now and then a fruit would slip from their hands.
“I’ll just follow the monkeys,” Chimidyue told herself. “Then at least I won’t starve.” And for the rest of that day she walked along beneath them, eating any fruit they dropped. But her fears grew fresh as daylight faded and night came to the forest.
In the deepening darkness, Chimidyue saw the monkeys start to climb down, and she hid herself to watch. To her amazement, as the monkeys reached the ground, each one changed to the form of a human.
Chimidyue could not help but gasp, and within a moment the monkey people had surrounded her.
“Why, it’s Chimidyue!” said a monkey man with a friendly voice. “What are you doing here?”
Chimidyue stammered, “I followed a butterfly into the forest, and I can’t find my way home.”
“You poor girl!” said a monkey woman. “Don’t worry. We’ll bring you there tomorrow.”
“Oh, thank you!” cried Chimidyue. “But where will I stay tonight?”
“Why don’t you come with us to the festival?” asked the monkey man. “We’ve been invited by the Lord of Monkeys.”
They soon arrived at a big maloca. When the Monkey Lord saw Chimidyue, he demanded, “Human, why have you come uninvited?”
“We found her and brought her along,” the monkey woman told him.
The Monkey Lord grunted and said nothing more. But he eyed the girl in a way that made her shiver.
Many more monkey people had arrived, all in human form. Some wore animal costumes of bark cloth with wooden masks. Others had designs painted on their faces with black genipa dye. Everyone drank from gourds full of manioc beer.
Then some of the monkey people rose to begin the dance. With the Monkey Lord at their head, they marched in torchlight around the inside of the maloca, beating drums and shaking rattle sticks. Others sang softly or played bone flutes.
Chimidyue watched it all in wonder. She told her friend the monkey woman, “This is just like the festivals of my own people!”
Late that night, when all had retired to their hammocks, Chimidyue was kept awake by the snoring of the Monkey Lord. After a while, something about it caught her ear. “That’s strange,” she told herself. “It sounds almost like words.”
The girl listened carefully and heard, “I will devour Chimidyue. I will devour Chimidyue.”
“Grandfather!” she cried in terror.
“What? Who’s that?” said the Monkey Lord, starting from his sleep.
“It’s Chimidyue,” said the girl. “You said in your sleep you would devour me!”
“How could I say that?” he demanded. “Monkeys don’t eat people. No, that was just foolish talk of this mouth of mine. Pay no attention!” He took a long swig of manioc beer and went back to sleep.
Soon the girl heard again, “I will devour Chimidyue. I will devour Chimidyue.” But this time the snores were more like growls. Chimidyue looked over at the Monkey Lord’s hammock. To her horror, she saw not a human form but a powerful animal with black spots.
The Lord of Monkeys was not a monkey at all. He was a jaguar!
Chimidyue’s heart beat wildly. As quietly as she could, she slipped from her hammock and grabbed a torch. Then she ran headlong through the night.
When Chimidyue stopped at last to rest, daylight had begun to filter through the forest canopy. She sat down among the root buttresses of a kapok tree and began to cry.
“I hate this forest!” she said fiercely. “Nothing here makes any sense!”
“Are you sure?” asked a tiny voice.
Quickly wiping her eyes, Chimidyue looked up. On a branch of the kapok was a morpho butterfly, the largest she had ever seen. It waved at her with brilliant blue wings.
“Oh, grandmother,” said Chimidyue, “nothing here is what it seems. Everything changes into something else!”
“Dear Chimidyue,” said the butterfly gently, “that is the way of the forest. Among your own people, things change slowly and are mostly what they seem. But your human world is a tiny one. All around it lies a much larger world, and you can’t expect it to behave the same.”
“But if I can’t understand the forest,” cried Chimidyue, “how will I ever get home?”
“I will lead you there myself,” said the butterfly.
“Oh, grandmother, will you?” said Chimidyue.
“Certainly,” said the butterfly. “Just follow me.”
It wasn’t long till they came to the banks of the Amazon. Then Chimidyue saw with astonishment that the boat landing of her people was on the other side.
“I crossed the river without knowing it!” she cried. “But that’s impossible!”
“Impossible?” said the butterfly.
“I mean,” said Chimidyue carefully, “I don’t understand how it happened. But now, how will I get back across?”
“That’s simple,” said the morpho. “I’ll change you to a butterfly.” And it began to chant over and over,
Wings of blue, drinks the dew. Wings of blue, drinks the dew. Wings of blue, drinks the dew.
Chimidyue felt herself grow smaller, while her arms grew wide and thin. Soon she was fluttering and hovering beside the other.
“I’m a butterfly!” she cried.
They started across the wide water, their wings glistening in the sun. “I feel so light and graceful,” said Chimidyue. “I wish this would never end.”
Before long they reached the landing, where a path to the maloca led into the forest. The instant Chimidyue touched the ground, she was changed back to human form.
“I will leave you here,” said the butterfly. “Farewell, Chimidyue.”
“Oh, grandmother,” cried the girl, “take me with you. I want to be a butterfly forever!”
“That would not be right,” said the butterfly. “You belong with your people, who love you and care for you. But never mind, Chimidyue. Now that you have been one of us, you will always have something of the forest within you.”
The girl waved as the butterfly flew off. “Good-bye, grandmother!”
Then Chimidyue turned home, with a heart that had wings of a butterfly.
While the boys of the maloca fished and hunted with the men, Chimidyue and the other girls helped the women with household chores or in the farm plots nearby. Like the other girls, Chimidyue never stepped far into the forest. She knew how full it was of fierce animals and harmful spirits, and how easy it was to get lost in.
Still, she would listen wide-eyed when the elders told stories about that other world. And sometimes she would go just a little way in, gazing among the giant trees and wondering what she might find farther on.
One day as Chimidyue was making a basket, she looked up and saw a big morpho butterfly hovering right before her. Sunlight danced on its shimmering blue wings.
“You are the most magical creature in the world,” Chimidyue said dreamily. “I wish I could be like you.”
The butterfly dipped as if in answer, then flew toward the edge of the clearing.
Chimidyue set down her basket and started after it, imitating its lazy flight. Among the trees she followed, swooping and circling and flapping her arms.
She played like this for a long time, until the butterfly passed between some vines and disappeared. Suddenly Chimidyue realized she had gone too far into the forest. There was no path, and the leaves of the tall trees made a canopy that hid the sun. She could not tell which way she had come.
“Mother! Father! Anyone!” she shouted. But no one came.
“Oh no,” she said softly. “How will I find my way back?”
Chimidyue wandered anxiously about, hoping to find a path. After a while she heard a tap-tap-tapping. “Someone must be working in the forest,” she said hopefully, and she followed the sound. But when she got close, she saw it was just a woodpecker.
Chimidyue sadly shook her head. “If only you were human,” she said, “you could show me the way home.”
“Why would I have to be human?” asked the woodpecker indignantly. “I could show you just as I am!”
Startled but glad to hear it talk, Chimidyue said eagerly, “Oh, would you?”“Can’t you see I’m busy?” said the woodpecker. “You humans are so conceited, you think everyone else is here to serve you. But in the forest, a woodpecker is just as important as a human.” And it flew off.
“I didn’t mean anything bad,” said Chimidyue to herself. “I just want to go home.”
More uneasy than ever, Chimidyue walked farther. All at once she came upon a maloca, and sitting within it was a woman weaving a hammock.
“Oh, grandmother!” cried Chimidyue joyfully, addressing the woman with the term proper for an elder. “I’m so glad to find someone here. I was afraid I would die in the forest!”
But just as she stepped into the maloca, the roof began to flap, and the maloca and the woman together rose into the air. Then Chimidyue saw it was really a tinamou bird that had taken a magical form. It flew to a branch above.
“Don’t you ‘grandmother’ me!” screeched the bird. “How many of my people have your relatives hunted and killed? How many have you cooked and eaten? Don’t you dare ask for my help.” And it too flew away.
“The animals here all seem to hate me,” said Chimidyue sorrowfully. “But I can’t help being a human!”
Chimidyue wandered on, feeling more and more hopeless, and hungry now as well. Suddenly, a sorva fruit dropped to the ground. She picked it up and ate it greedily. Then another dropped nearby.
Chimidyue looked up and saw why. A band of spider monkeys was feeding in the forest canopy high above, and now and then a fruit would slip from their hands.
“I’ll just follow the monkeys,” Chimidyue told herself. “Then at least I won’t starve.” And for the rest of that day she walked along beneath them, eating any fruit they dropped. But her fears grew fresh as daylight faded and night came to the forest.
In the deepening darkness, Chimidyue saw the monkeys start to climb down, and she hid herself to watch. To her amazement, as the monkeys reached the ground, each one changed to the form of a human.
Chimidyue could not help but gasp, and within a moment the monkey people had surrounded her.
“Why, it’s Chimidyue!” said a monkey man with a friendly voice. “What are you doing here?”
Chimidyue stammered, “I followed a butterfly into the forest, and I can’t find my way home.”
“You poor girl!” said a monkey woman. “Don’t worry. We’ll bring you there tomorrow.”
“Oh, thank you!” cried Chimidyue. “But where will I stay tonight?”
“Why don’t you come with us to the festival?” asked the monkey man. “We’ve been invited by the Lord of Monkeys.”
They soon arrived at a big maloca. When the Monkey Lord saw Chimidyue, he demanded, “Human, why have you come uninvited?”
“We found her and brought her along,” the monkey woman told him.
The Monkey Lord grunted and said nothing more. But he eyed the girl in a way that made her shiver.
Many more monkey people had arrived, all in human form. Some wore animal costumes of bark cloth with wooden masks. Others had designs painted on their faces with black genipa dye. Everyone drank from gourds full of manioc beer.
Then some of the monkey people rose to begin the dance. With the Monkey Lord at their head, they marched in torchlight around the inside of the maloca, beating drums and shaking rattle sticks. Others sang softly or played bone flutes.
Chimidyue watched it all in wonder. She told her friend the monkey woman, “This is just like the festivals of my own people!”
Late that night, when all had retired to their hammocks, Chimidyue was kept awake by the snoring of the Monkey Lord. After a while, something about it caught her ear. “That’s strange,” she told herself. “It sounds almost like words.”The girl listened carefully and heard, “I will devour Chimidyue. I will devour Chimidyue.”
“Grandfather!” she cried in terror.
“What? Who’s that?” said the Monkey Lord, starting from his sleep.
“It’s Chimidyue,” said the girl. “You said in your sleep you would devour me!”
“How could I say that?” he demanded. “Monkeys don’t eat people. No, that was just foolish talk of this mouth of mine. Pay no attention!” He took a long swig of manioc beer and went back to sleep.
Soon the girl heard again, “I will devour Chimidyue. I will devour Chimidyue.” But this time the snores were more like growls. Chimidyue looked over at the Monkey Lord’s hammock. To her horror, she saw not a human form but a powerful animal with black spots.
The Lord of Monkeys was not a monkey at all. He was a jaguar!
Chimidyue’s heart beat wildly. As quietly as she could, she slipped from her hammock and grabbed a torch. Then she ran headlong through the night.
When Chimidyue stopped at last to rest, daylight had begun to filter through the forest canopy. She sat down among the root buttresses of a kapok tree and began to cry.
“I hate this forest!” she said fiercely. “Nothing here makes any sense!”
“Are you sure?” asked a tiny voice.
Quickly wiping her eyes, Chimidyue looked up. On a branch of the kapok was a morpho butterfly, the largest she had ever seen. It waved at her with brilliant blue wings.
“Oh, grandmother,” said Chimidyue, “nothing here is what it seems. Everything changes into something else!”
“Dear Chimidyue,” said the butterfly gently, “that is the way of the forest. Among your own people, things change slowly and are mostly what they seem. But your human world is a tiny one. All around it lies a much larger world, and you can’t expect it to behave the same.”
“But if I can’t understand the forest,” cried Chimidyue, “how will I ever get home?”
“I will lead you there myself,” said the butterfly.
“Oh, grandmother, will you?” said Chimidyue.
“Certainly,” said the butterfly. “Just follow me.”
It wasn’t long till they came to the banks of the Amazon. Then Chimidyue saw with astonishment that the boat landing of her people was on the other side.
“I crossed the river without knowing it!” she cried. “But that’s impossible!”
“Impossible?” said the butterfly.
“I mean,” said Chimidyue carefully, “I don’t understand how it happened. But now, how will I get back across?”
“That’s simple,” said the morpho. “I’ll change you to a butterfly.” And it began to chant over and over,
Wings of blue, drinks the dew. Wings of blue, drinks the dew. Wings of blue, drinks the dew.
Chimidyue felt herself grow smaller, while her arms grew wide and thin. Soon she was fluttering and hovering beside the other.
“I’m a butterfly!” she cried.
They started across the wide water, their wings glistening in the sun. “I feel so light and graceful,” said Chimidyue. “I wish this would never end.”
Before long they reached the landing, where a path to the maloca led into the forest. The instant Chimidyue touched the ground, she was changed back to human form.
“I will leave you here,” said the butterfly. “Farewell, Chimidyue.”
“Oh, grandmother,” cried the girl, “take me with you. I want to be a butterfly forever!”
“That would not be right,” said the butterfly. “You belong with your people, who love you and care for you. But never mind, Chimidyue. Now that you have been one of us, you will always have something of the forest within you.”
The girl waved as the butterfly flew off. “Good-bye, grandmother!”
Then Chimidyue turned home, with a heart that had wings of a butterfly.
Source from here
Pictures taken together with the Hyperclicks
~Enjoy Ur day~
This particular dragonfly was kinda lost in Temburong Town. I wonder why is it doing in such places rather then being in the jungle. I manage to get a close up clicks on it *hehe* as seen on the left picture. This was the trip on the way to Inner Temburong...
A dragonfly is a type of insect belonging to the order Odonata, the suborder Epiprocta or, in the strict sense, the infraorder Anisoptera. It is characterized by large multifaceted eyes, two pairs of strong, transparent wings, and an elongated body. Dragonflies are similar to damselflies, but the adults can be differentiated by the fact that the wings of most dragonflies are held away from, and perpendicular to, the body when at rest.
Dragonflies typically eat mosquitoes, and other small insects like flies, bees, ants and butterflies. They are therefore valued as predators, since they help control populations of harmful insects. Dragonflies are usually found around lakes, ponds, streams and wetlands because their larvae, known as "nymphs", are aquatic. Adult dragonflies do not bite or sting humans, though nymphs are capable of delivering a painful (though otherwise harmless) bite.
Dragonflies typically eat mosquitoes, and other small insects like flies, bees, ants and butterflies. They are therefore valued as predators, since they help control populations of harmful insects. Dragonflies are usually found around lakes, ponds, streams and wetlands because their larvae, known as "nymphs", are aquatic. Adult dragonflies do not bite or sting humans, though nymphs are capable of delivering a painful (though otherwise harmless) bite.
Source: WIKIPEDIA
Friday, August 29, 2008
Hello again. Now what i am showing to you is basically images of what was happening during the BLNG 6 in 1 Community/Social Performance. This event goes on every year and and always in progress. I dont want to touch more on this as i already explain on my previous post on this. Anyway display are the images of various people, kids and activities happen during the day.
Left Image: Bro and Sis taking a pose. They really can do it hehe....
Below Image: Brunei Finest Turtle. Lets protect them and the eggs from extinction. *No to Talur Payu, Save them to Save the Turtle*
Image left: students taking the opportunity and learn from the Bureau Narcotic on the drugs that can be harmful to our body and future life.
Image above: Students taking a pose on the Bomba's Vehicle.
Image Right: Hey how u doing says the lil turtle. U know at times i tot it was a "snake". but it just look like one. hehehe...kinda cute tho...define cute of a turtle? i cant really...hehe..but i know they are hehehe.. anyway take care...
~Enjoy Ur Day~
I should say when i saw this picture i fallen in love with it. This was one of the rare pictures u can get around Brunei. and YES this is in BRUNEI. If im not mistaken a group of them photogs from BSRC Photography went down to Selirung *please correct me* and they went for a day trip and gotten alot of photos. One of them is this shown. Now u notice the name of is mine and his reason being that i edit it to make it nicer and he took the photo and of course i did ask permission. Now the unique thing about this picture is taken during the guys on the other side instructing the fisherman on the other side standing to throw his "ramban" again correct me if im wrong. Anyway AJ are miles away but still manage to get a good shot. Anyhow great shot mate. More to come im sure.
Anyway i know i have not been updating on the blog for the past few days. Not because i cant do it but it just so happen alot happen during this few days. For e.g. the lightning and thunderstorm so obviously everthing has to be shut down. hehehe...so of course no update bt hey im back now. To my frequent readers thanks for coming and supporting me and as for those who visits do come and visit again. If there is anything that interest you my email is just around the corner which is located at the side bar. I hope also to improve this blog as i have been getting feedbacks on my email trying to improvise and improver where ever necessary. So thanks once again.
~Enjoy Ur Day~
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Hey guys. Finally i put up the close up pics of what i saw in temburong forestry. Some interesting and some are common but it was a good experience i would say. Anyway id manage to only upload few today as i am not feeling well. But dun worry ill post up more once i get better in the mean time here are some of the pics ive taken during my trip and also bear in mind i didnt use a tripod so it was really hard to get a perfect shot especially the iguana *hehe* So for now let me sleep and get better and once im good to go ill post up more. Thanks..have a nice day
a Plant which i dunno the name *oopz*
was this a bee hive or ant hive?
errrrrrrrrrrrr, was really big
another close up shot
i think i still prefer's Nazrul's attempt
the lonely petal
now this was interesting. this x-tree trunk was covered by this awesome leaves. Looks like a mould from far bt when i got nearer it was purely green and soft
~Enjoy ur day~
was this a bee hive or ant hive?
errrrrrrrrrrrr, was really big
another close up shot
i think i still prefer's Nazrul's attempt
the lonely petal
now this was interesting. this x-tree trunk was covered by this awesome leaves. Looks like a mould from far bt when i got nearer it was purely green and soft
~Enjoy ur day~Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Nazrul was one of the group in the previous group photo who has an interest in photography. As i mention to him im also in the verge of learning as well bt of course anything which is relevant i will teach/cascade them down. Im sure they are more pro shooters out there that we can learn from and im sure they are still learning as well. In the world photography not everything can be learned in one day it takes time. So anyway here are some few pics he took which im impressed off.
All shots taken by Nazrul,
the 3 muscateers hahaha
i admire this shot...one of his great works, notis the iguana was looking at him or more like looking at his camera. this was a really close shot.
i asked him wat his intention to take this photo, so he said its because i want that green colour since it was the only green around the muddy area...and it was a good attempt.
he didnt have to say much on this as i already understand the intention of this photo
~As always enjoy ur day~Saturday, August 16, 2008
It was expected the trip to Temburong. Alot to see but less time to do. Ive seen 5 elements nature, ive seen people and ive seen places interesting. This was something different something to look forward for from now till the infiniti, this was extra ordinary something to be pleased of something to say "WOW Effect". My trip to temburong with my fellows friends from work are one of the excitement trip ive not been in years and this was a positive trip for me. Ive heard things around this place, ive heard the people around here and ive heard interesting things to look at and guess what all are true. All of them make sense, the beautiful sceneries, nice people and interesting things to do. Have you thought of swimming in the river knowing its deep or rather not that deep. Have you ever thought of walking up the hill where you face your fear of heights and heart beats soooooo fast that you just want to get down and just lay low. All was true because i was there and lastly I HAD FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Hey...how you doing? hehehe
Group photo before going up the hill
Sangkar from Malaysia trying out this trip in touch of nature
what a surprise visit from G-Zul~ hehe...so how u doing?He wanted to become Sang Go-Ku, his nearly there hehe
Myself, Naz and Zul wishing to fly instead of using the boat..where is the fun in that!@
Macro shot hehe~ and no i didnt bring my tripod...regret!
Notice anyone missing from the group photo? We are actually overlooking Brunei and Malaysia...so we went "yes im in Malaysia" and then "errr Im in Brunei still".. im sure those 3 miss the fun up here...u know it took is 1hr 15min to get up here and only took us 30min walking down...wat da!
~more to come, dun forget to enjoy ur day~
Myself, Naz and Zul wishing to fly instead of using the boat..where is the fun in that!@
Macro shot hehe~ and no i didnt bring my tripod...regret!
Notice anyone missing from the group photo? We are actually overlooking Brunei and Malaysia...so we went "yes im in Malaysia" and then "errr Im in Brunei still".. im sure those 3 miss the fun up here...u know it took is 1hr 15min to get up here and only took us 30min walking down...wat da!
~more to come, dun forget to enjoy ur day~Monday, August 11, 2008
a Familiar face again?
Injured? but the game must go on...
One of the volunteers to make LUFBRU SUMMER GAMES Possible
Nana in action...can i call her the flying
Injured? but the game must go on...
One of the volunteers to make LUFBRU SUMMER GAMES Possible
Nana in action...can i call her the flying
Saturday, August 9, 2008
I will be off for this weekend to TEMBURONG...so there will be no updates for the next few days...but do visit who knows if i get the chance ill update there hehehe...for the record this is my first time to Temburong staying there overnight...
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Alot of things happening on this particular day. Owhh just because i heard my nieces are playing on that day, so i decided to go and support as well as taking the opportunity to take pictures hehehe...it was good game from them especially Nana, i think she is a natural netball/basketball player hehehe...u go gals, do tell me the result okay...hope u all win...
Nana and Ding taking the pose *hehe*
Ok i was told not to put this picture because Fidz on the left close her eyes but i like this picture hehehe...why? because Fidz was like running slow motion hehehe..nada lah..saja kan ngatil, her friends encourage me to put this one up hahaha...sorry blame Zaim! wawawaa...
Up and Up it goes
Tired after a 15min game...u know it was really competitive the games lah..i never tot that netball would that be competitive..so good one gals..keep the game up ;) hehe
x-SAS students on the run...*hehe*
~Enjoy ur day~More to come...
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Ok since there was alot of events last Sunday i decided to kick off with Pusat Ehsan Event. This was held on the 3rd August 2008 where the guest of honour was HRH Princess Azemah. Brunei's familiar face, she recently graduated from UK. Congratulation to her.
HRH Princess Azemah
In Line for HRH arrival
Look closely at the right handside of the picture, wht can you see?
the balloon man *hehe*
Choose your favourite icon and colour them up...hehe
Kuih Kuih...try all of it, its nice and tasty...
aint she cute? hehehe...she did the cat walk...hehe
Baiduri's Team on their way to their booth
the 3 Lions resting on the side of the road
I like the face painting...hehe
Go on just choose, tooo many options *hehe*
~Enjoy Ur Day~More to come...
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