I found this joke and thought that it was massive. So here it is
When I got back to Montana last week I
had a bunch of Canadian dollars I
needed to exchange, so I went to the
currency exchange window at the local
bank. Just one guy in front of me . . .
an Asian guy who was trying to
exchange yen for dollars and he was a
little irritated! He asked the
teller, "Why it change?? Yestoday, I get
two huna dolla fo yen. Today I
get huna eighty?? Why it change?"
The teller shrugged her shoulders and
said, "Fluctuations" .
The Asian guy says, "Fluc you white
people too!"
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
An Amazing Day
Ahh, today was a blast. I have never seen Dr. William Borges laugh so heartily as he did today. And it still makes me laugh. Even now. We were talking about the computer and how much it has taken 'the lives' away from teenagers these days. And then while arguing for the case, he made a point that during his time, he would rather have talked to girls then to go click a mouse. Old timers... Then Eugene brilliantly pointed out that we still meet girls online and talk to them. I echoed his statement by saying that talking to girls online is far less expensive than it is in real life. At least you didn't have to take them to Starbucks(we constantly make an example of Starbucks in class) or something like that. And with that, he took of his glasses and started laughing his hearts out. He then told me that I should try a career in law. Man, that was certainly a sight worth beholding. Too bad more than 9/10ths of the class weren't there. They were out for a 10 minute break.
Apart from that, I really made alot of noise in Calculus class today. And all of it was over a game of scrabble and a hell lot more. I was quite surprised that no one asked me to shut up and study. But Ms Shanta enjoyed it. And that's what matters the most. Oh yeah, Kazu was caught sleeping in class. Right in front of Ms Shanta. We all then conspired to silently walk out of class and go over to another room, but unfortunately he woke up. And when he did we cheered and clapped like never before.
I taught guitar to a bunch of guys and girls today. One of them was awfully ravishing. Neither was she overdressed or under dressed. I thought of her demeanour as amazing. And I thought that she progressed rather quickly with the guitar, or I guess that it must have been me spending an awful lot of time on her. And while teaching her, Kiu Fung pointed a rather embarrassing fact to me, which I had not realised, and it made me blush. Trust me, you would not want to know what it was. Now I know why the other girls kept staring at me with that 'Dude! what's he doing down there?' smile on their faces. But with that said, I did spend some time teaching the others too. I taught them Guitar 101, I created that 5 minutes before I started teaching. Ikhwan and Christopher also helped out in teaching. I thought they did an amazing job. Too bad there were not enough guitars.
Apart from that, I really made alot of noise in Calculus class today. And all of it was over a game of scrabble and a hell lot more. I was quite surprised that no one asked me to shut up and study. But Ms Shanta enjoyed it. And that's what matters the most. Oh yeah, Kazu was caught sleeping in class. Right in front of Ms Shanta. We all then conspired to silently walk out of class and go over to another room, but unfortunately he woke up. And when he did we cheered and clapped like never before.
I taught guitar to a bunch of guys and girls today. One of them was awfully ravishing. Neither was she overdressed or under dressed. I thought of her demeanour as amazing. And I thought that she progressed rather quickly with the guitar, or I guess that it must have been me spending an awful lot of time on her. And while teaching her, Kiu Fung pointed a rather embarrassing fact to me, which I had not realised, and it made me blush. Trust me, you would not want to know what it was. Now I know why the other girls kept staring at me with that 'Dude! what's he doing down there?' smile on their faces. But with that said, I did spend some time teaching the others too. I taught them Guitar 101, I created that 5 minutes before I started teaching. Ikhwan and Christopher also helped out in teaching. I thought they did an amazing job. Too bad there were not enough guitars.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
A Break, Well Deserved
Well I must say that today gave me the longest break that I ever had in over five weeks. As most of you would have already known, I sat for my physics test today. The test was okay. It was not as difficult as I had assumed it to be, but what bugs me the most is that I had studied so hard for chapters 2, 3, 4 and 5 to the point that I had almost entirely neglected chapter 1. Well, as usual, the mentality was that 'how hard could chapter 1 be?' And much to my surprise, I could barely answer the question that was featured from chapter 1. And this my dear friends cost me 3 precious marks. So, what this implies is that I cannot get a perfect score for this test and my overall marks would be brought down from a 100% to 97%. And therefore, after some calculations, based on worst case scenarios, I can hope to score no higher than 91% for Physics. Devastating, no? But all that's in the past now. From this point onwards, I have to push even further. But enough of tests.
Just now, for the first time in ages, I had actually managed to watch a movie. Not just any movie, of course. But a good movie. The movie was appropriately titled
'Flags Of Our Fathers' The theme of the entire movie reverberated around the Battle Of Iwo Jima which happened in the winter of 1945. In that battle, which lasted in a little over a month, over 15000 soldiers, both American and Japanese lost their lives in one of the most intense fighting in the Pacific Theatre Of Operation during World War 2. The movie aslo showed the ugly side of capitalists. People who were just willing to endure others through so much suffering while they sat ensconed in their posh offices, all in the name of money. But then again, I guess that they had to do what they did in order to win the war and also to stamp out Fascism and extremism. The movie too gave a realistic and vivid depiction on the events that happened during the battle. The fighting, the shooting, the beheading, the brotherhood. All were very impressive.
I doubt that many of you would watch it, for this movie requires the audience to have at least a vague idea about the War in the pacific and the events of World War Two. I have over 5 years of experience on the subject. Furthermore, a vast majority of teenagers these days don't really enjoy history the way I do. But heck,, what do I know?
Alright then, I guess I shall go and enjoy the rest of m break.
Just now, for the first time in ages, I had actually managed to watch a movie. Not just any movie, of course. But a good movie. The movie was appropriately titled
'Flags Of Our Fathers' The theme of the entire movie reverberated around the Battle Of Iwo Jima which happened in the winter of 1945. In that battle, which lasted in a little over a month, over 15000 soldiers, both American and Japanese lost their lives in one of the most intense fighting in the Pacific Theatre Of Operation during World War 2. The movie aslo showed the ugly side of capitalists. People who were just willing to endure others through so much suffering while they sat ensconed in their posh offices, all in the name of money. But then again, I guess that they had to do what they did in order to win the war and also to stamp out Fascism and extremism. The movie too gave a realistic and vivid depiction on the events that happened during the battle. The fighting, the shooting, the beheading, the brotherhood. All were very impressive.
I doubt that many of you would watch it, for this movie requires the audience to have at least a vague idea about the War in the pacific and the events of World War Two. I have over 5 years of experience on the subject. Furthermore, a vast majority of teenagers these days don't really enjoy history the way I do. But heck,, what do I know?
Alright then, I guess I shall go and enjoy the rest of m break.
Monday, January 29, 2007
The Silent Rebel
Right now, its almost impossible to say what is being engendered in me. I have words that I want to share, but as of late, I can't seem to be able to put them into place. I have tripped all over myself so many times to the point that I can hear silent laughters coming from all around me. My rebellion can only show itself in black and white. Nothing more, nothing less. But then again, I guess that that's what you get for having a handicap that you really wish you didn't have. I wish I could say more, but there are just some things in life that are best kept a secret.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
The Walk Of A Lunatic
Hmm, I can't seem to think right now. And therefore, impossible for me to conceive anything out of my already laden mind. Lately, I have been pushing myself to the brink of insanity. I have pushed myself to limits that I never really knew I had. And for this, I guess I shall reap my deserved rewards and also pay for it with the inability to write. I mean what more there is to say when I have done a combined 18 hours of studying over the past two days? What more there is to say when even after all those hours, I don't feel anymore secure than I did before the weekend started? I leave that to your judgement. But perhaps, once you have been right at the top of the playing field, going back down is an option worthy only of scorn. Even if it is only for a step backward. Perhaps to understand how I feel, you'd need to live a day or perhaps a week in my shoes. The same pair of shoes that I so desperately want to get in and get out of. The same pair of shoes that has took me a million miles and still does not show any signs of wear. Maybe, it is wearing out in an insidious fashion. I do not have the answers to that. But maybe time will tell. Time always seems to have the answer for every conceivable issue. If only I were a clairvoyant. Maybe then I'd be able to see if all this hard work will end up painting the picture that I want to see. A picture so intricate that only lunatics would dare dream of it. And even bigger lunatics would dare to paint it.
Dating The Silent Type?
I thought this article was rather interesting due to the fact that most what's in it really points out to who I am.....'The Silent Type' I found it funny and rather eduactional. So here goes. Remember, I'm the guy in the article. Not the lady.
Sometimes, getting a guy to express himself can be like trying to open a sealed pistachio nut: You know (or at least you hope) that there’s some tasty morsel of affection or information locked deep inside, but short of taking a swing with a mallet, you don’t know how to extract it without doing irreversible damage. Since refusing to talk is mostly a guy problem, we asked a guy expert — Marty Friedman, author of Straight Talk for Men About Marriage — to weigh in with advice for all you frustrated women out there.
“Men have an undeserved reputation for not talking,” Friedman says. “It’s not that guys don’t want to talk; it’s that they don’t want to talk about the stuff women want to talk about. Guys want to talk about things like sports, work and movies ( I disagree on this one though. I can talk bout movies that make you wanna cry just the same as I would talk about Flags Of Our Fathers.), while women want to talk to about feelings. Women have a need for connection, intimacy, harmony, and communion, but to expect that kind of openness and open-ended conversation from men is a bad fit. It’s doomed to failure.”
Sounds grim, huh? Not necessarily. Here are Friedman’s tips for getting your guy to (at last partially) open up:
Ask about a subject he’s interested in. “If a guy is talking about something going on at work, that can be a window into a conversation that’s more to your liking, if you just let him go on. Ask him some open-ended questions, or say something like ‘Help me understand more about that.’ Men like to tell stories, and they’ll show you how they’re feeling from their gestures and expressions.” The more you let him talk, the more opportunities there’ll be to segue into a conversation that holds more mutual interest.
Work on your timing. If your boyfriend clams up when he’s upset, Friedman says, “Sometimes you’re better off letting him not talk for a while, which requires patience. You need to wait until the tension subsides. A guy will purposely withdraw because he doesn’t want to be critiqued.” By the same token, if he’s engrossed in his Sunday football game, give him some space. “A man wants a sense of independence, meaning he doesn’t like to talk on command. To him, at that moment, watching the game is really important.” In other words, wait until halftime to ask if that dress makes your hips look big.
Know when to give up. If you’ve been going out for a little while, you and your guy should be getting attuned to each other’s moods—and if he’s not in the mood to talk, pestering him to do so will only make a bad situation unbearable. In the most evolved relationships, Friedman says, a guy might say, before a dinner party, “I don’t really feel like talking tonight, but you go ahead and have a good time.” In this case, do exactly what he says: Talk freely to other people, and leave him to simmer by himself. Trying to cajole him into conversation is only likely to make the situation worse.
Perfect your opening lines. Here are three questions never to ask when you want your boyfriend to talk: “What are you feeling?” or “What do you think about our relationship?” or “Why do we never talk any more?” Consider them the conversational kiss of death. A better bet, Friedman says, would be any of the following: “What’s going on at work?” or “Hey, how are the Giants doing?” or “What do you think about that new iPod/Chevy SUV/telecommunications merger?” Get him started on these topics, and soon you won’t be able to shut him up. Remember, you want him talking, and you can achieve that—but talking about your favorite topics... well, that’s another matter.
Well, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Sometimes, getting a guy to express himself can be like trying to open a sealed pistachio nut: You know (or at least you hope) that there’s some tasty morsel of affection or information locked deep inside, but short of taking a swing with a mallet, you don’t know how to extract it without doing irreversible damage. Since refusing to talk is mostly a guy problem, we asked a guy expert — Marty Friedman, author of Straight Talk for Men About Marriage — to weigh in with advice for all you frustrated women out there.
“Men have an undeserved reputation for not talking,” Friedman says. “It’s not that guys don’t want to talk; it’s that they don’t want to talk about the stuff women want to talk about. Guys want to talk about things like sports, work and movies ( I disagree on this one though. I can talk bout movies that make you wanna cry just the same as I would talk about Flags Of Our Fathers.), while women want to talk to about feelings. Women have a need for connection, intimacy, harmony, and communion, but to expect that kind of openness and open-ended conversation from men is a bad fit. It’s doomed to failure.”
Sounds grim, huh? Not necessarily. Here are Friedman’s tips for getting your guy to (at last partially) open up:
Ask about a subject he’s interested in. “If a guy is talking about something going on at work, that can be a window into a conversation that’s more to your liking, if you just let him go on. Ask him some open-ended questions, or say something like ‘Help me understand more about that.’ Men like to tell stories, and they’ll show you how they’re feeling from their gestures and expressions.” The more you let him talk, the more opportunities there’ll be to segue into a conversation that holds more mutual interest.
Work on your timing. If your boyfriend clams up when he’s upset, Friedman says, “Sometimes you’re better off letting him not talk for a while, which requires patience. You need to wait until the tension subsides. A guy will purposely withdraw because he doesn’t want to be critiqued.” By the same token, if he’s engrossed in his Sunday football game, give him some space. “A man wants a sense of independence, meaning he doesn’t like to talk on command. To him, at that moment, watching the game is really important.” In other words, wait until halftime to ask if that dress makes your hips look big.
Know when to give up. If you’ve been going out for a little while, you and your guy should be getting attuned to each other’s moods—and if he’s not in the mood to talk, pestering him to do so will only make a bad situation unbearable. In the most evolved relationships, Friedman says, a guy might say, before a dinner party, “I don’t really feel like talking tonight, but you go ahead and have a good time.” In this case, do exactly what he says: Talk freely to other people, and leave him to simmer by himself. Trying to cajole him into conversation is only likely to make the situation worse.
Perfect your opening lines. Here are three questions never to ask when you want your boyfriend to talk: “What are you feeling?” or “What do you think about our relationship?” or “Why do we never talk any more?” Consider them the conversational kiss of death. A better bet, Friedman says, would be any of the following: “What’s going on at work?” or “Hey, how are the Giants doing?” or “What do you think about that new iPod/Chevy SUV/telecommunications merger?” Get him started on these topics, and soon you won’t be able to shut him up. Remember, you want him talking, and you can achieve that—but talking about your favorite topics... well, that’s another matter.
Well, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
A Hurried Entry
Whew! Looks like I'm just in the nick of time to tuck one post into my blog before the day officially ends. And not to forget, continuing the tradition of updating this blog once a day at least for everyday of the year. But then again, I doubt anybody has the required amount of stamina or even the required amount of interest to actually sieve through this blog to understand what it means. This goes out to everyone, save for those who actually enjoy my razzmatazz of intricate language. But anyways, I'm not about to sit here and type about blogging or anything in that respect.
But I shall let all of you in on my latest 'achievements' for the day.
Achievement No.1: I painted a banner for the first time in my life. And for this I would like to thank Ms. Chew Jiar Li, Ms. Wong Kallistar, Ms. Hazwani, Mr. Christopher Lim and not forgetting Mr. Kenneth Bong for tirlessly teaching me to paint without having to spill paint all over the banner.
Achievement No.2: I studied from 12pm until 7pm. Anyhing to say?
But thats all for today I guess. For those of you who look to my blog for communicative inspiration, I have to appologize for the lack of showy displays. I hope you understand that it is almost 12 and I need to post this blog now. Therfore, the mesiness. I'll make it up to you guys and girls next time around.
But I shall let all of you in on my latest 'achievements' for the day.
Achievement No.1: I painted a banner for the first time in my life. And for this I would like to thank Ms. Chew Jiar Li, Ms. Wong Kallistar, Ms. Hazwani, Mr. Christopher Lim and not forgetting Mr. Kenneth Bong for tirlessly teaching me to paint without having to spill paint all over the banner.
Achievement No.2: I studied from 12pm until 7pm. Anyhing to say?
But thats all for today I guess. For those of you who look to my blog for communicative inspiration, I have to appologize for the lack of showy displays. I hope you understand that it is almost 12 and I need to post this blog now. Therfore, the mesiness. I'll make it up to you guys and girls next time around.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Exasperated
Sometimes, it is better to go with the flow then to excoriate heavily the decisions of those who may very well be the ones who will soon decide whether or not to put you into office. As much as I intend to sound my intelect and common sense to them, I understand that it would be much wiser of me to just sit back and watch them crumble while saying 'Hey look, I Told You So'. Perhaps sticking to this plan of action would make my views more appreciated the the way it currently is. But what can I say? When common sense fails to prevail, chaos ensues. And while chaos ensues, the top spot is left unguarded. And when left unguarded, thats when I come in bearing the staff of the saviour. I wish to argue my case no further for doing so would only give away my true take on the matter and allow for precautionary measures to be taken against me. So I shall leave you all in a state of wonder as to what may be the fillings of this post.
Friday Blues
It has already dawned upon me that blogging on a Friday morning has most certainly become a routine. And as always, it tramples all over the same topic. Well, this time, difference in action seems to be a world away from where I'm standing. But I do hope that you'd bear with me. I really apologise if have bored or agitated you with my seemingly nonsensical ramblings.
In less then an hours time, I wold be heading to Lecture Hall 3 to go and sit for my Economics exam. Of course, butterflies have once again taken residence in my stomach, driving out the tape worms that always steal my food and shrink me to sizes that I never knew to exist. But I assure you, that these butterflies only live temporary lives in my stomach because soon it will be lunch time and my tape worms always seem to stage an amazing comeback when food seems to be the object. I expect it to be no different this time around. But anyways, back to the topic.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am nervous as this is the first time that I've ever taken it upon myself to study the object of which men would take no objections to fight and kill for. Obviously, I am of the similar mindset. Only this time, I don't end the lives of others or dawn upon them the miseries of loosing a loved one just to make a bigger dollar. It would be stupid. How are you going to drive your Lamborghini in jail?
But anyways, I don't have much time to pour out more thoughts in this space and therefore realise the need to end it as soon as I deem fit. So once again, I wish for you to pray me a prayer of luck for I may need it.
In less then an hours time, I wold be heading to Lecture Hall 3 to go and sit for my Economics exam. Of course, butterflies have once again taken residence in my stomach, driving out the tape worms that always steal my food and shrink me to sizes that I never knew to exist. But I assure you, that these butterflies only live temporary lives in my stomach because soon it will be lunch time and my tape worms always seem to stage an amazing comeback when food seems to be the object. I expect it to be no different this time around. But anyways, back to the topic.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am nervous as this is the first time that I've ever taken it upon myself to study the object of which men would take no objections to fight and kill for. Obviously, I am of the similar mindset. Only this time, I don't end the lives of others or dawn upon them the miseries of loosing a loved one just to make a bigger dollar. It would be stupid. How are you going to drive your Lamborghini in jail?
But anyways, I don't have much time to pour out more thoughts in this space and therefore realise the need to end it as soon as I deem fit. So once again, I wish for you to pray me a prayer of luck for I may need it.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Today
Today, I took thirty minutes to walk a walk which would normally take me ten minutes. Somehow, time seemed to pass by very slowly today. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. For the first time in weeks, was I able to stop and take a look around to everything that seemed to be going on around me. I had been oblivious to everything and everything seemed oblivious to me.
Today, my lungs felt fresh air gushing down its narrow windpipes for the first time in weeks. It had been poisoned. Poisoned by the noxious fumes from the hustle bustle of college life. But at the same time, breathing in all these fumes has indeed made it stronger.
Today, I learnt what true friendship means. I learnt what it takes to a be a true friend and it showed me how much I did not deserve to receive a friend like that. But maybe, this friend comes as a blessing in disguise. I will never know.
Today, I go to sleep. I go to sleep knowing the truth of what has been killing me since last Wednesday. But at least I shall sleep in peace, for the demons have been quelled and I shall now realise which path should I lay my feet upon.
Today, I reflected on my week and realised that I had not been very wise in many ways. I was rash and I laid my principles bare, for it to be the object of thievery for my untested hormones. I understood that I had not lived up to the name that I carried and that I have let many people down. I shall apologise tomorrow.
But today is today. Tomorrow I start anew. I start from scratch.
Today, my lungs felt fresh air gushing down its narrow windpipes for the first time in weeks. It had been poisoned. Poisoned by the noxious fumes from the hustle bustle of college life. But at the same time, breathing in all these fumes has indeed made it stronger.
Today, I learnt what true friendship means. I learnt what it takes to a be a true friend and it showed me how much I did not deserve to receive a friend like that. But maybe, this friend comes as a blessing in disguise. I will never know.
Today, I go to sleep. I go to sleep knowing the truth of what has been killing me since last Wednesday. But at least I shall sleep in peace, for the demons have been quelled and I shall now realise which path should I lay my feet upon.
Today, I reflected on my week and realised that I had not been very wise in many ways. I was rash and I laid my principles bare, for it to be the object of thievery for my untested hormones. I understood that I had not lived up to the name that I carried and that I have let many people down. I shall apologise tomorrow.
But today is today. Tomorrow I start anew. I start from scratch.
Study Plan
Monday : 5-7 Physics
8-10 Mat 133
Tuesday : 1-3 Mat 133
4-6 Physics
8-11 Hist 252
Wednesday : 10-12 Mat 133
5-7 Physics
8-10 Physics
Thursday : 11-3 Mat 133
4-6 Physics
8-9 Mat 133
9-11 Eco 151
There you have it. My study plan for this week. Fortunately for me, calculus quiz was cancelled, thus eliminating the need for such an elaborate study plan. Jon had only 3 words for me when he saw this. 'Dude, you're "human"!' Care to differ?
8-10 Mat 133
Tuesday : 1-3 Mat 133
4-6 Physics
8-11 Hist 252
Wednesday : 10-12 Mat 133
5-7 Physics
8-10 Physics
Thursday : 11-3 Mat 133
4-6 Physics
8-9 Mat 133
9-11 Eco 151
There you have it. My study plan for this week. Fortunately for me, calculus quiz was cancelled, thus eliminating the need for such an elaborate study plan. Jon had only 3 words for me when he saw this. 'Dude, you're "human"!' Care to differ?
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Title?
No calculus quiz this Friday!!!!! Yes ladies and gentlemen, calculus quiz has indeed been postponed from this Friday to next Monday. Definitely a relief for me. Now I wont be as bogged down as I thought I would be. So now I can use the extra time to study for Physics and Economics which will occur on Thursday and Friday, respectively. And my weekends? Well, I've gotta study for Calculus and Physics and not to forget, 120 pages of American History. So what this means is, I will have more time on the rest of the weekdays, but lesser time on the weekends. But enough of all the studying mumbo jumbo.
Today, I reached another 'milestone'. I spoke on the mike in front of 30 or 40 maybe 50 people for the first time. Well, it was scary. But I doubt anyone understood a word of what I said because I couldn't even understand what I was saying. Then later, Chia Yee told me that I did not do a good job on the mike. He only heard bits and pieces of what I had said. But honestly, I was a wee bit panicky on the mike. A perfect start no? But later on, during the games, I think I did a pretty good job. Not perfect, but a good job nontheless. But I still believe that I sounded like an American or a British person while speaking on the mike.
Today, I reached another 'milestone'. I spoke on the mike in front of 30 or 40 maybe 50 people for the first time. Well, it was scary. But I doubt anyone understood a word of what I said because I couldn't even understand what I was saying. Then later, Chia Yee told me that I did not do a good job on the mike. He only heard bits and pieces of what I had said. But honestly, I was a wee bit panicky on the mike. A perfect start no? But later on, during the games, I think I did a pretty good job. Not perfect, but a good job nontheless. But I still believe that I sounded like an American or a British person while speaking on the mike.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
My Story : A Reflection Of The Past
I had initially wanted to use this slot to mark my 50Th post on this blog. But unfortunately alot of my time to do it has been curtailed due to the seemingly never ending demands of assignments, quizzes, tests and of course chores for music club. But then again, isn't all of this an achievement on its own? Well, if you knew me long enough, of course, you wouldn't believe me. I don't blame you for it. I really don't. But I'm afraid, much to your dismay, or to some of you, your joy, I've come a long way from being that little kid who just really did not fit in no matter what the crowd or situation. Unfinished assignments no matter what the subject or who teacher and of course a constant string of failures for god knows how long. All along I really had nothing to look upon and nothing to speak of myself without shrugging my shoulders with my head down or speaking in a quiver. I remember the way I'd be scorned upon, belittled and alot of other things that you really wouldn't want to go through. Some said that I'd live through this life as a jobless man, a hopeless, a nobody, just another one of those people who just lives without any direction. I've had people give up and walk out upon me, saying that I would never reach my dreams and I would forever be a loser. But thankfully, I have had many angels and saints to help me pull myself together and to give me solace and hopes for a brighter future. I really don't know where I'd be without them. Enduring this has most certainly hurt me in certain ways, but I guess life's an arduous journey where you learn to pick yourself up after every fall and learn to stomp your foot down and demand for what is righteously yours. But through it all, I did have my dreams and aspirations. I always dreamt of being a success story. Someone who would always be looked up upon by all walks of life and someone who really made a difference both to humanity and other worldly contributions. I may not have realised those dreams yet, or at least not all of them, but someday, slowly but surely I will reach that point in time and look back on time, then give myself a big pat on the shoulder. But for now, at least I can say that with the help of those around me,I'm putting myself on the right track to my intended destination. Just at what speeds I am travelling at, I can't say for sure. But all I know is, the tracks lay straight ahead of me. All I need to do is brave it.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Crush-ed
After some insane moves,
I never thought I'd make,
I'm one step closer.
One step closer to you.
Despite our awkwardness,
Under such circumstances,
We said hi.
But I guess,
I found my guts today.
Now I can't wait.
I can't wait to see you.
Maybe next time,
It will last longer.
See you on wednesday.
I still can't belive I did what I did today. Sometimes, you really have to give credit to your balls for pushing you to do things you'd never do under normal circumstances.
I never thought I'd make,
I'm one step closer.
One step closer to you.
Despite our awkwardness,
Under such circumstances,
We said hi.
But I guess,
I found my guts today.
Now I can't wait.
I can't wait to see you.
Maybe next time,
It will last longer.
See you on wednesday.
I still can't belive I did what I did today. Sometimes, you really have to give credit to your balls for pushing you to do things you'd never do under normal circumstances.
I'm Going Insane!
"If last week was when Hitler invaded Austria, This week is when Britain and France officially declare war on Nazi Germany."
Able to grasp the gravity of the situation? Or maybe this would help.
Thursday- Physics Quiz
Friday- Economics Test 1 AND Calculus Quiz
Saturday- 120 pages of History to read. 5 chapters of Physics to cover
Sunday- 1.1 Chapters of Calculus to Cover
Now where's that gibbet?
Able to grasp the gravity of the situation? Or maybe this would help.
Thursday- Physics Quiz
Friday- Economics Test 1 AND Calculus Quiz
Saturday- 120 pages of History to read. 5 chapters of Physics to cover
Sunday- 1.1 Chapters of Calculus to Cover
Now where's that gibbet?
Sunday, January 21, 2007
My Experience Driving The Arctic Queen
Damn, my hands are still shaking. I can't even hold steady and type properly. The experience that I had just less then half an hour ago really blew me away. And I'm glad it did. Just now, my mom sent her Naza for servicing. So, she asked me to follow her to the mechanics shop. She drove the Arctic Queen, while I drove the Naza. So when we got there, she parked opposite the shop and I parked behind her. Then she alighted from the car and signalled me to go and sit in the drivers seat of the Arctic Queen. Obviously, I started to get pumped. I started to fantasize about the opportunity of driving the Arctic Queen home. But then reality dealt me a cruel blow when I thought that maybe she just wanted me to take care of the car and keep a vigil for oncoming traffic while she discussed with the mechanics as to what to do with the Naza. So I got in and sat in the drivers seat. That's when, I turned on the radio and Alicia Keys was on it. Naturally, I started to sing along to that song. But of course, common sense would tell you that I can never have a voice as good as hers. Then as I was 'singing', I saw my mother walking towards the car. But something seemed rather odd. She was walking towards the passenger's side of the car. I started to get dubiously ecstatic as I thought that maybe she'd wanted to tell me to get out of the drivers side. But, on the contrary, she got in an asked me to drive instead! Boy, I was speechless. I honestly believed that I was dreaming. Come on, how could such an inexperienced driver like me ever drive the Arctic Queen? It would be insane. There was no 'P' sticker on it for god's sake! I could have my licence revoked! Anyways, i drove on. Heart in edge of mouth
Driving it was akin to riding a roller coaster. Scary and fun at the same time. I mean the car cost 212,000 dollars!! What if I knocked into other cars? Get the picture? But it was fun. Initially, I drove slowly, as I had to get used to the positioning of the pedals and the indicator levers and not to forget, the height of the car. I kinda felt sorry for the people behind me. I was driving like a grandmother. I vividly remember laying curses on some grandma who drove so slowly in her BMW. So, I guess what goes around really comes around. But after a couple of minutes of experimenting with the car, I stepped on it. But I only managed to get up to 50kmh. There was not enough road left to go any faster and most importantly, my mom was seated beside me.
So there you have it dudes and dudettes. My first experience driving a German car. Hopefully this won't be my last. I still dream of Lamborghini's and Ferrari's and all kinds of super cars. And to get there, I need to study real hard and smart.
Driving it was akin to riding a roller coaster. Scary and fun at the same time. I mean the car cost 212,000 dollars!! What if I knocked into other cars? Get the picture? But it was fun. Initially, I drove slowly, as I had to get used to the positioning of the pedals and the indicator levers and not to forget, the height of the car. I kinda felt sorry for the people behind me. I was driving like a grandmother. I vividly remember laying curses on some grandma who drove so slowly in her BMW. So, I guess what goes around really comes around. But after a couple of minutes of experimenting with the car, I stepped on it. But I only managed to get up to 50kmh. There was not enough road left to go any faster and most importantly, my mom was seated beside me.
So there you have it dudes and dudettes. My first experience driving a German car. Hopefully this won't be my last. I still dream of Lamborghini's and Ferrari's and all kinds of super cars. And to get there, I need to study real hard and smart.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Thank You
As I stare out into the dark night, my mind keeps thinking of you. They think of you for all the wrong reasons. I try to hide the pain, but I cannot seem to hide it any longer. I feel it choking my throat and taking me far away from the person that I want to be. I try to run away from it all, but it follows me like a shadow under the cover of darkness. And everytime I try to run away from it, I always trip and fall flat on my face. Maybe this is my punishment. My punishment for being too naive everytime you smiled and said your words with your mellow voice. Perhaps this is my punishment for treating you like a princess, like a queen, like the only person who gave me the strength to walk for miles on end without the need for water. Maybe this is what I get for being nice. Maybe I never should have taken you word for word. Your callous deeds, too much for me to bear anymore. How could you be so brazen?
All these memories that we've had, now turn to ashes as they slowly burn in the flames of the unforgiven. All the words that we've said to each other, gone with the tide of the winds. Wise men always say, spoken words never last. It looks like, I was too dumb to be wise. Too blind to realise your voracity. Too stupid to understand your insidious chicanery. I know our love always seemed perennial. But know I know that it was only ephemeral, just like the 3rd Reich. Not meant to last a thousand years. But I thank you for it. I thank you for all the good times and for all the good words that we had. Too bad it could not last any longer.
All these memories that we've had, now turn to ashes as they slowly burn in the flames of the unforgiven. All the words that we've said to each other, gone with the tide of the winds. Wise men always say, spoken words never last. It looks like, I was too dumb to be wise. Too blind to realise your voracity. Too stupid to understand your insidious chicanery. I know our love always seemed perennial. But know I know that it was only ephemeral, just like the 3rd Reich. Not meant to last a thousand years. But I thank you for it. I thank you for all the good times and for all the good words that we had. Too bad it could not last any longer.
Its Not Over
I was blown away.
What could I say?
It all seemed to make sense.
You've taken away everything,
And I can't deal with that.
I try to see the good in life,
But good things in life are hard to find.
We'll blow it away, blow it away.
Can we make this something good?
Well, I'll try to do it right this time around.
Let's start over.
I'll try to do it right this time around.
It's not over.
'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killing me,
But you're the only one.
It's not over.
Taken all I could take,
And I cannot wait.
We're wasting too much time
Being strong, holding on.
Can't let it bring us down.
My life with you means everything,
So I won't give up that easily.
I'll blow it away, blow it away.
Can we make this something good?
'Cause it's all misunderstood.
Well, I'll try to do it right this time around.
Let's start over.
I'll try to do it right this time around.
It's not over.
'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killing me,
But you're the only one.
It's not over.
We can't let this get away.
Let it out, let it out.
Don't get caught up in yourself.
Let it out.
Let's start over.
I'll try to do it right this time around.
It's not over.
'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killing me,
But you're the only one.
It's not over.
Let's start over.
It's not over, yeah...
This love is killing me,
But you're the only one.
It's not over.
Empty
Hmm, this morning I feel rather empty. I can't seem to comprehend why, but perhaps its just one of those days where the air feels stuffier then usual, the need for human contact seems stronger then usual and everything just seems so different. I started the morning with a good dose of physics and two hours of it has deepened my understanding on kinematics. But, I have alot more to go. I still have vectors. But somehow, I just don't feel like doing it anymore. I feel the flame slowly burning out. But I just can't seem to find more fuel. Maybe, I shall leave home for the relative peace of the concourse at college. Maybe I shall bring my laptop along too. Perhaps then will I find the necessary peace to continue on my journey.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Another Good Day
What a day! Well for starters, Calculus quiz was a blast. I'm expecting another perfect score. But honestly, I pity the guy who sat beside me during the quiz. Because, while I was doing the test, I was talking to myself, loud and clear for my entire row to hear me! I was so tensed up when I got the paper that I practically repeated every word which I wrote. And quite so often, would I let go of loud sighs. And everytime I managed to answer the question correctly, I would pump my fist in the air. I just hope that I did not annoy the class. Oh yeah, about that chick, no I did not get to talk to her today. I saw her rushing out of class right after the quiz. But I did manage to make a first impressions about her. And yes, Ping Fuan was rather annoyed that I hadn't managed to even get her name. So much for setting targets. So I guess I'll have to wait till monday 8 am. Sigh. And I do hope that the weekend will pass by in the blink of an eye. But then again, I'm hoping that the weekend would last forever so that I'll have all the time I need to study for my upcoming tests and quizzes.
Apart from living the one word which I so oftenly repeat, I did have some time for fun today. I managed to play pool with Kiu Fung, Lawrence and Christopher. Then I went jamming with my band. And the journey to jam was also a very interesting one. It had to do with closed studios and missing drummers. But, we still had fun anyways. After that, I retuned home. Marcus's mom sent me home. So a big thank you to her. But after I returned home, I went back to doing the thing I o best. STUDY THE HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES!!! And I did manage to complete a few parts. I'm now at the gold mining age. I'll be going on to the industrial revolution soon, after I have written this entry. So there you have it. A brief picture of what I put myself through everyday just to make sure that I finish at the sharp end of events.
Apart from living the one word which I so oftenly repeat, I did have some time for fun today. I managed to play pool with Kiu Fung, Lawrence and Christopher. Then I went jamming with my band. And the journey to jam was also a very interesting one. It had to do with closed studios and missing drummers. But, we still had fun anyways. After that, I retuned home. Marcus's mom sent me home. So a big thank you to her. But after I returned home, I went back to doing the thing I o best. STUDY THE HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES!!! And I did manage to complete a few parts. I'm now at the gold mining age. I'll be going on to the industrial revolution soon, after I have written this entry. So there you have it. A brief picture of what I put myself through everyday just to make sure that I finish at the sharp end of events.
The Good Life
Here I am, once again getting all screwed up that I'm gonna have another quiz in about 3 hours time. Obviously I have done as much, perhaps more to the best of my abilities to prepare for the quiz. But somehow, no matter how hard I try, I still feel like I could have done more. But heck, that's my nature. Well, the worries doesn't end here. I've still got a list of tasks awaiting completion. For instance, I have a physics quiz next week, Thursday. And according to the rate at which we are completing the syllabus for Calculus 2, a probable test on Friday and also according to rumours, an Economics Test on Friday or Tuesday also. Dr. William Borges might sneak in one of his pop quizzes too. He always does it. So we'll just have to wait and see. Well, that's all for the tests and quizzes. As for assignments, I still have 2 lab reports to hand up next week. But thankfully, Ms. Jerry said that we only have to pass up one next week and the other one on the following week. Oh yeah, physics test is in 2 weeks time. But honestly, as a refute to contrary belief, I am really enjoying all of this. Reason being, it always keeps me on my heels and always in a mood to gun for the sharp end of the yardstick. If only that were the case in high school. Anyways, today, after college, I'm gonna play pool with Sara and gang, then go jamming with my band. We have a gig on valentines day. But apart from all of those, I have one very important target today. Go and talk to that new girl in calculus class. I didn't get to do it the last time around because she was too busy with registering. So I'll do it today. Wish me luck.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Shrouded
More seldom than often,
Do these words find their way home.
Perhaps, their drapes of heavy silk,
Impede their walk.
Perhaps, a negligee would do.
But what good are words,
Which are left in the open?
Do these words find their way home.
Perhaps, their drapes of heavy silk,
Impede their walk.
Perhaps, a negligee would do.
But what good are words,
Which are left in the open?
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Philosophical Conversations
The title says it all. Ping Fuan asked me to share this conversation. So share here it is.
haha
Nighthawk: says:
seriously relieved
-) InvICtuS (- says:
haha
-) InvICtuS (- says:
glad that u are
-) InvICtuS (- says:
how's the ****?
Nighthawk: says:
ahh...***** ok
Nighthawk: says:
havent spoken to *** though
-) InvICtuS (- says:
haha
(edited out)
Nighthawk: says:
-) InvICtuS (- says:
true true..
-) InvICtuS (- says:
what have u been up to anyway?
Nighthawk: says:
well...in one word, studying
Nighthawk: says:
and coleege stuff
Nighthawk: says:
college
Nighthawk: says:
thats all
Nighthawk: says:
u??
-) InvICtuS (- says:
haha
-) InvICtuS (- says:
school work,
-) InvICtuS (- says:
activities, school work...
-) InvICtuS (- says:
sports.. meetings... some with questionable teachers... some with lousy leaders
Nighthawk: says:
ahh..all on the life eh??
-) InvICtuS (- says:
some has both..
-) InvICtuS (- says:
well
-) InvICtuS (- says:
i'm embracing it.
-) InvICtuS (- says:
i think i'll prefer this life
-) InvICtuS (- says:
coz i have so many frens..
-) InvICtuS (- says:
and so many things that i can make changes to
-) InvICtuS (- says:
and....
-) InvICtuS (- says:
this is perhaps my last chance to stand out among the heads
-) InvICtuS (- says:
and becoz i'm short, i'll need to build myself a chair or something to facilitate that
-) InvICtuS (- says:
lol metaphorical bs
Nighthawk: says:
haha...u sound complicated
Nighthawk: says:
dude
Nighthawk: says:
but yeah
Nighthawk: says:
i get what u mean
Nighthawk: says:
only now
Nighthawk: says:
i play in a cage of tigers and mice
-) InvICtuS (- says:
hahaha
-) InvICtuS (- says:
life's a challenge...
-) InvICtuS (- says:
from the big hitters and the small looters
-) InvICtuS (- says:
pick who to fight with
-) InvICtuS (- says:
but remember when u fight with the looters..
-) InvICtuS (- says:
the big hitters will come and take all u losers in in a go
-) InvICtuS (- says:
yeah
Nighthawk: says:
yeah
Nighthawk: says:
thats why i play with the tigers
Nighthawk: says:
and work with the mice
Nighthawk: says:
hehe
Nighthawk: says:
and i also hire a few lions as aids
Nighthawk: says:
a principle that works really
-) InvICtuS (- says:
hahaha
-) InvICtuS (- says:
but u gotta find a way to bring the lions in!
-) InvICtuS (- says:
i'll hire zoologists tho
Nighthawk: says:
yup, slowly but surely
Nighthawk: says:
and im gonna do that by outroaring them
-) InvICtuS (- says:
at least they(zoologists) can put a dart in tigers ass while i work the mice
Nighthawk: says:
hehe
Nighthawk: says:
nice philosophy
Nighthawk: says:
better patent that
-) InvICtuS (- says:
haha
-) InvICtuS (- says:
if it's philosophical... share it...
Nighthawk: says:
yeah
-) InvICtuS (- says:
not point keeping phylosophies in ur car trunk
Made sense?
haha
Nighthawk: says:
seriously relieved
-) InvICtuS (- says:
haha
-) InvICtuS (- says:
glad that u are
-) InvICtuS (- says:
how's the ****?
Nighthawk: says:
ahh...***** ok
Nighthawk: says:
havent spoken to *** though
-) InvICtuS (- says:
haha
(edited out)
Nighthawk: says:
-) InvICtuS (- says:
true true..
-) InvICtuS (- says:
what have u been up to anyway?
Nighthawk: says:
well...in one word, studying
Nighthawk: says:
and coleege stuff
Nighthawk: says:
college
Nighthawk: says:
thats all
Nighthawk: says:
u??
-) InvICtuS (- says:
haha
-) InvICtuS (- says:
school work,
-) InvICtuS (- says:
activities, school work...
-) InvICtuS (- says:
sports.. meetings... some with questionable teachers... some with lousy leaders
Nighthawk: says:
ahh..all on the life eh??
-) InvICtuS (- says:
some has both..
-) InvICtuS (- says:
well
-) InvICtuS (- says:
i'm embracing it.
-) InvICtuS (- says:
i think i'll prefer this life
-) InvICtuS (- says:
coz i have so many frens..
-) InvICtuS (- says:
and so many things that i can make changes to
-) InvICtuS (- says:
and....
-) InvICtuS (- says:
this is perhaps my last chance to stand out among the heads
-) InvICtuS (- says:
and becoz i'm short, i'll need to build myself a chair or something to facilitate that
-) InvICtuS (- says:
lol metaphorical bs
Nighthawk: says:
haha...u sound complicated
Nighthawk: says:
dude
Nighthawk: says:
but yeah
Nighthawk: says:
i get what u mean
Nighthawk: says:
only now
Nighthawk: says:
i play in a cage of tigers and mice
-) InvICtuS (- says:
hahaha
-) InvICtuS (- says:
life's a challenge...
-) InvICtuS (- says:
from the big hitters and the small looters
-) InvICtuS (- says:
pick who to fight with
-) InvICtuS (- says:
but remember when u fight with the looters..
-) InvICtuS (- says:
the big hitters will come and take all u losers in in a go
-) InvICtuS (- says:
yeah
Nighthawk: says:
yeah
Nighthawk: says:
thats why i play with the tigers
Nighthawk: says:
and work with the mice
Nighthawk: says:
hehe
Nighthawk: says:
and i also hire a few lions as aids
Nighthawk: says:
a principle that works really
-) InvICtuS (- says:
hahaha
-) InvICtuS (- says:
but u gotta find a way to bring the lions in!
-) InvICtuS (- says:
i'll hire zoologists tho
Nighthawk: says:
yup, slowly but surely
Nighthawk: says:
and im gonna do that by outroaring them
-) InvICtuS (- says:
at least they(zoologists) can put a dart in tigers ass while i work the mice
Nighthawk: says:
hehe
Nighthawk: says:
nice philosophy
Nighthawk: says:
better patent that
-) InvICtuS (- says:
haha
-) InvICtuS (- says:
if it's philosophical... share it...
Nighthawk: says:
yeah
-) InvICtuS (- says:
not point keeping phylosophies in ur car trunk
Made sense?
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Tired
If there ever was a day that I would be too tired to blog, this would be it. Honestly, writing that first line alone felt like lifting a tonne of whatever it is that weighs a tonne. But on a more larger note, I'm kinda glad that I'm feeling like a torn pair of jeans.Well, here's why. Yesterday I felt like a big bag of potatoes when I couldn't grasp whatever that was being taught in Calculus 2 lecture.The numbers on the board seemed so alien and her voice sounded like greek. Honestly. And to make matters worse, Ms. Shanta allowed for a quiz this friday which would cover two rather difficult topics. Naturally, I started to panic. But today, all that panic flew out the window when I spent a good amount of time at the library studying and managing to understand the fundementals to those topics. And the homework felt like stealing candy from a kid. Oh yeah, I got a perfect score for the previous calculus quiz! 10/10... But oh well, I dont feel like typing anymore. My fingers are just too tired.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Celebrating Chinese New Year on Valentines Day
You know what, I think that my college's so called 'Internet policy' of making students have such a tough time logging into fun sites, such as their blog really stinks. I mean, what has this world come to when a student gets caught by Mr. Jess for watching inappropriate material on college computers? Not that I do it of course. But honestly, how do you even reconcile the fact that this 'Internet policy' just caused me precious time by giving me a hard time logging into this blog? And due to this, I have very little time left to write because the library attendant is already doing her rounds and turning off the lights on the upper floors.Sigh... But what can I say? A ridiculous day just got more ridiculous. So ridiculous, that I don't know where to start. But lets just say that it has to do with unearthly board meeting hours, being told a story that I had already dubiously anticipated, a Chinese new year celebration on valentines day in which the banner was painted pink and had little oranges on it instead of hearts. The artist seemed rather confused to me. How could you paint a Chinese new year banner pink? And how could you not acknowledge the fact that valentines day falls on the 14Th of February? I mean, what idiot would do such a thing? Celebrate Chinese new year on valentines day? Bah! The world has gone mad I tell you! And last but not least, having a day where no one, and I mean absolutely no one made any sense at all. But thank god for Dr. William. Its always a joy attending his class. At least he made sense. But anyways, I have to go. I have a board meeting in about half an hours time to discuss about the music fest. Yes a 6pm meeting on a week which I really need to get studying! Perfect sense, no?
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Artistic Wonder
I wonder. Who in their right mind would consider shredding the mona lisa into two as a piece of art? How could a banana live without its skin? What are monkeys without their armpit scratching? Metaphorically speaking, how do detached dead cells aid the current dead cells which are still intact to its host to pull off something like that? I need a lawyer.
Humbled By Ink
Being humbled by ink on peices of paper is not exactly my idea of fun. That is why I only have time to lay a couple of sentences here. But what can I do, i have been compelled by my need to succeed to challenge those patterned ink. So of I go fighting again. Cheerio
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Letters Written With Blood
Its kind of amazing how words,no matter how simple it is, can really change a persons point of view or even melt one to bits in a matter of seconds. Moments ago, I had intended to write an entry titled 'The Fallout'. I had dreamt of and carefully constructed its words for almost 2 days. I remember falling into an abstraction for about 30 minutes in the bathroom while taking a bath. The events that occurred in 'The Fallout' engendered emotions that I never thought I could feel. The words for the intended post consumed me so much that time just flew by me and not to mention the expensive water bill that my parents are about to incur at the end of the month due to my long escapades in the bathroom. Sometimes, I would walk around in a dazed state. My body and mind were in two different places. And I have been called mad because of it. Imagine seeing someone smiling and frowning for no reason, unaccompanied, all in a matter of minutes. That was me. But all those feelings, all those words, all those time spent came to nothing a mere moments ago when I read it. Maybe I will write 'The Fallout' after all. But, its words will lay bare before you without the fiery passion that had engulfed its existence exactly from the moment of its conception right up to the moment of its seemingly inevitable creation. I will write it. I will write it to bear testament to how destructive a humans mind can get when faced with uncertainty. I will write it to bear testament to the excoriation and retortful statements that I made towards an innocent soul who made a mistake created by myself. Sometimes, so very often have I wondered, how I could I have possibly given life to such contemptuous words and feelings towards the person who innocently stood by me like a pole and who gave me so many things to smile about. Perhaps this will teach us all, a lesson that will save all of us from the gibbets of unnecessary obloquy and subverted contempt and prejudice towards events that ambiguates the intentions of a person and the person itself or at least what we see out of those events.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Math is Fun!!
I just finished answering my Calculus 2 quiz. And fortunately, my lawyer was bloody good in court and my weapons were enough to destroy the enemy!! So with that, the jury might be tempted to prove me innocent after all. If you have read the previous post, you'd understand what i mean. But anyhow, today was really cool. Because for the first time in history, I actually managed to score a perfect 10 over 10 for my Physics quiz. What a relief! I thought I would score only 5 for the quiz! But looking back on how the past 3 semesters in college have gone, its really amazing to see how I have transformed from 'The most under performing student in class' into one of the better few. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep this momentum on for the rest of my life!
But apart from that, for the umpteenth time, I FOUND MY DOG AND LOST IT AGAIN! All in the same day. Sad, I know. For some reason or another, I seem to be loosing my dog so very often. Though, I've fenced up my entire compound, she still manages to escape.Sigh.
Ahh, not to forget, I managed to watch the entire Hiroshima series on Discovery. Pretty touching indeed. Especially during the aftermath of the bombing. But don't get me wrong here. I think that the dropping of the bomb really did save more lives than it had actually killed. If they did not drop the bombs, more people and soldiers would have been killed due to a possible invasion of the Japanese Islands by the Allied Forces. And the war planners expected deaths of over 2 million people. The bombs only killed about 100 odd thousand people. In fact, if we were to analyze the happenings of that day, it was the Japanese Prime Minister, Suzuki's fault that the bombs were dropped. You see before the bombs were dropped, the Allies gave the Japs an ultimatum to surrender unconditionally or to face more violent fighting. Suzuki did not respond to this ultimatum and which lead to the inevitable bombing of Hiroshima. He could have prevented another bomb from being dropped on Nagasaki, but once again, his stubbornness was paid for with the lives of 50000 Japanese civilians. But honestly, this subject would be better debated face to face.
But apart from that, for the umpteenth time, I FOUND MY DOG AND LOST IT AGAIN! All in the same day. Sad, I know. For some reason or another, I seem to be loosing my dog so very often. Though, I've fenced up my entire compound, she still manages to escape.Sigh.
Ahh, not to forget, I managed to watch the entire Hiroshima series on Discovery. Pretty touching indeed. Especially during the aftermath of the bombing. But don't get me wrong here. I think that the dropping of the bomb really did save more lives than it had actually killed. If they did not drop the bombs, more people and soldiers would have been killed due to a possible invasion of the Japanese Islands by the Allied Forces. And the war planners expected deaths of over 2 million people. The bombs only killed about 100 odd thousand people. In fact, if we were to analyze the happenings of that day, it was the Japanese Prime Minister, Suzuki's fault that the bombs were dropped. You see before the bombs were dropped, the Allies gave the Japs an ultimatum to surrender unconditionally or to face more violent fighting. Suzuki did not respond to this ultimatum and which lead to the inevitable bombing of Hiroshima. He could have prevented another bomb from being dropped on Nagasaki, but once again, his stubbornness was paid for with the lives of 50000 Japanese civilians. But honestly, this subject would be better debated face to face.
Of Cold Sweat and Demon Judges
The time is now 9.15. My heart seems to have shifted into 7th gear, racing down the streets of nervousness at speeds of up to 345 kilometers per hour. In about 3 hours time, I'll be sitting for my calculus quiz. Though the weight age of the quiz is not very heavy, every mark still counts. I speak of this from past experience. If only I did not loose 5 marks due to careless mistakes in the previous semester, I would have gotten an much needed A for calculus instead. But I ended up with a B.
My hands tremble as I break out in cold sweat. My palms as wet as a swamp. All these happen I soak up the much enjoyed pressure of my need to stay at the top. I have prepared for it as much as I possibly could. But now, I have to face the judge. But I will face him with courage, for I understand that I carry with me all the weapons that I will ever need to win the case. My lawyer to is insanely imaginative. So, I guess I'll see you all in court.
My hands tremble as I break out in cold sweat. My palms as wet as a swamp. All these happen I soak up the much enjoyed pressure of my need to stay at the top. I have prepared for it as much as I possibly could. But now, I have to face the judge. But I will face him with courage, for I understand that I carry with me all the weapons that I will ever need to win the case. My lawyer to is insanely imaginative. So, I guess I'll see you all in court.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Nice To Know You
You misunderstand my my intentions,
You misread my lips,
You look only to what you see,
You never see beyond this hide.
But yet, I still lend you my hand.
You know why?
Because I'm not like you.
I cannot stand and watch,
While you drown in your own waters.
Its just not me.
So consider this my last.
Because from now on,
All you will see is my back.
For I am walking away.
And walking out.
Don't bother calling.
I have more important matters.
So I thank you for your time.
But just to let you know,
If you ever change your mind,
The door will always remain open.
You misread my lips,
You look only to what you see,
You never see beyond this hide.
But yet, I still lend you my hand.
You know why?
Because I'm not like you.
I cannot stand and watch,
While you drown in your own waters.
Its just not me.
So consider this my last.
Because from now on,
All you will see is my back.
For I am walking away.
And walking out.
Don't bother calling.
I have more important matters.
So I thank you for your time.
But just to let you know,
If you ever change your mind,
The door will always remain open.
Stuck In Between Two Enticing Paths
Today was a good day. I had managed to stride through the physics quiz unscathed and I had managed to finish my Calculus 2 revision in under 1 hour. A task which would usually take about 2 hours and a hell lot of head scratching. From where I'm standing, maybe I'm not such a bummer at math after all. Sometimes I wonder, how on earth could I have performed so badly at add math in high school? However, I figured the answer surely had to do with lousy teachers and the mundanes of the Malaysian education system itself.!Another good point of the day: I TRIED A FRIGGIN TAYLOR!!! AND I'M GONNA ROB JON'S HOUSE TONIGHT!!!AAAAARRGGGH!!!! Seriously, the Taylor sounded real sweet. And the best part is, its so small. But then again, its a Taylor. Only geniuses like Robert Taylor can create such fine guitars. See you tonight dude!!!! Better hide that Taylor...
Well, apart from being a good day, the day too had got me thinking about what is it that I really want to do when I finally leave the boundaries of lectured learning and step out into the world of learning by getting fired!
Before I had enrolled into college, I had always wanted to be either a pilot or an Aerospace Engineer. I had always been fascinated by the skies and I had always wanted to conquer it and experience its complete freedom. Also, I have never failed to be awed by air crafts and aerodynamics. They just represent one of man's greatest ever creation and they represent one of Physics most simplest but the most least understood of principles. For instance, nobody knows for sure why is it a plane actually flies. Of course, we have learnt about the Bernoulli's Principle and how it causes a plane to fly. But there are a few quarters who present very well documented evidence and experiments suggesting that it is wrong to use Bernoulli's Principle to explain flight. However, no matter how compelling the evidence against each other may be, no one can actually say for sure who is right and who is wrong. So, that's another mystery waiting to be solved and I look forward to the answer.
Anyways, after 2 semesters and 2 weeks into the third semester, I'm already having very different ideas about the way I see myself in the future. This semester, I had taken the liberty of undertaking the subject of Microeconomics. When I signed up for it, I did express my fears to my mother that I was afraid of economics and I might even fail. Of course, I based all these fears on a solid basis of never taking economics in the past and all those sheet reading and predicting were boring. But my mother gave me some good advice. She said that in life, one should learn to have their minds be like a parachute. Always open to anything. Never bear prejudice against anything. For prejudice would lead to a persons inevitable downfall. So, I took her advice and got myself into the economics class.
Well, I'd have to say, I was pleasantly surprised when I attended ECO 151 lecture. The lecturer was amazing and even more interesting was the fact that I had fell in love with the subject almost instantly and I could not wait to learn more. Now, only 3 classes in, I'm already thinking of the possible prospect of a switch in major. I was thinking of majoring in Economics. But at the same time, my love for aeroplanes still remain as strong as ever. So I'm stuck between two choices. Should I major in aerospace engineering or be an economist? I love both, but the unfortunate fact is, I can only choose one. And that itself is already an economic trade off.
Well, apart from being a good day, the day too had got me thinking about what is it that I really want to do when I finally leave the boundaries of lectured learning and step out into the world of learning by getting fired!
Before I had enrolled into college, I had always wanted to be either a pilot or an Aerospace Engineer. I had always been fascinated by the skies and I had always wanted to conquer it and experience its complete freedom. Also, I have never failed to be awed by air crafts and aerodynamics. They just represent one of man's greatest ever creation and they represent one of Physics most simplest but the most least understood of principles. For instance, nobody knows for sure why is it a plane actually flies. Of course, we have learnt about the Bernoulli's Principle and how it causes a plane to fly. But there are a few quarters who present very well documented evidence and experiments suggesting that it is wrong to use Bernoulli's Principle to explain flight. However, no matter how compelling the evidence against each other may be, no one can actually say for sure who is right and who is wrong. So, that's another mystery waiting to be solved and I look forward to the answer.
Anyways, after 2 semesters and 2 weeks into the third semester, I'm already having very different ideas about the way I see myself in the future. This semester, I had taken the liberty of undertaking the subject of Microeconomics. When I signed up for it, I did express my fears to my mother that I was afraid of economics and I might even fail. Of course, I based all these fears on a solid basis of never taking economics in the past and all those sheet reading and predicting were boring. But my mother gave me some good advice. She said that in life, one should learn to have their minds be like a parachute. Always open to anything. Never bear prejudice against anything. For prejudice would lead to a persons inevitable downfall. So, I took her advice and got myself into the economics class.
Well, I'd have to say, I was pleasantly surprised when I attended ECO 151 lecture. The lecturer was amazing and even more interesting was the fact that I had fell in love with the subject almost instantly and I could not wait to learn more. Now, only 3 classes in, I'm already thinking of the possible prospect of a switch in major. I was thinking of majoring in Economics. But at the same time, my love for aeroplanes still remain as strong as ever. So I'm stuck between two choices. Should I major in aerospace engineering or be an economist? I love both, but the unfortunate fact is, I can only choose one. And that itself is already an economic trade off.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Yours Truly
Well, now that I know the answer to my question, I shall not look anymore. For knowing it alone emancipates me and gives me wings to soar to places I have never been before. Of course, butterflies still reside in my stomach, but everything has to have a first step and no matter how hard it may seem,I will take it. I will take it for your sake and only for your sake alone. But I just hope that I don't make too many false steps which may ruin the pillars of the bridge that we so painstakingly built over the years, through the good times and the bad times. So, see you in the race. We might just cross it together.
Anna Lee
Anna Lee,
Yesterday you asked me,
Why havent you asked me?
And I answered I dont know
Maybe It's not the time.
But then,
You asked me,
Aren't you going to ask me?
And I said,
Maybe someday I will.
Someday, but not today.
Then you asked me,
How long do I have to wait?
And I asked,
Would you say yes,
If I aksed you now?
.
.
.
Well the answer is,
There is no such person as Anna Lee or anybody like that. I do realise that a few people have been assuming alot of things. Things like who these words are meant for and stuff like that. Honestly, its meant for no one. I've said this one too many times, and I dont mind saying it again. Don't assume anything.
These words are just for creative purposes only. Thats all there is to it. No more no less. Furthermore, If I really did have someone in mind, don't you think I'd let the person know instead of me writing it here? And don't you think that I'd be a little bit more private about it?
Yesterday you asked me,
Why havent you asked me?
And I answered I dont know
Maybe It's not the time.
But then,
You asked me,
Aren't you going to ask me?
And I said,
Maybe someday I will.
Someday, but not today.
Then you asked me,
How long do I have to wait?
And I asked,
Would you say yes,
If I aksed you now?
.
.
.
Well the answer is,
There is no such person as Anna Lee or anybody like that. I do realise that a few people have been assuming alot of things. Things like who these words are meant for and stuff like that. Honestly, its meant for no one. I've said this one too many times, and I dont mind saying it again. Don't assume anything.
These words are just for creative purposes only. Thats all there is to it. No more no less. Furthermore, If I really did have someone in mind, don't you think I'd let the person know instead of me writing it here? And don't you think that I'd be a little bit more private about it?
Worn
The date is the 10th of January 2006...i mean 7. 2007. And the day is Wednesday. The time, exactly 5.05. Its barely reached the midpoint of the week and I'm already feeling extremely worn out. And I'm facing the daunting prospect of spending the entire weekend behind tonnes of books.
You see, as of today, I already have a long list of tasks that needs completing and I'm expecting more to come. Sad I know. I have a physics quiz tomorrow. One that I have yet to study for, but I still remain bullish about my chances. Then there is the Calculus 2 quiz this friday. I did my homework twice already and I stll feel like I need to do more. Somehow, I'm never satisfied, no matter how prepared I am. Not that I'm complaining, but I guess thats what success stories are made from right? Well, not only that, I have just been chosen to organize the MPO trip which will be happening pretty soon. And I doubt that I will be getting any sleep over it. But then again, I guess that sacrifices have to be made in order to gain success right? Afterall, my ultimate target to gain presidency of the Music Club still remains as strong as ever.
Fortunately, I will have some breathing space available tomorrow as I only have physics class which I hope will finish before 10. Thus allowing me to have more time to prepare for my other unfinished tasks. So, I do hope that I continue to have a good week ahead of me and that nohing would hinder me from current jobs at hand.
But as of now, I feel really exhausted and I have got no choice but to go and study soon.
You see, as of today, I already have a long list of tasks that needs completing and I'm expecting more to come. Sad I know. I have a physics quiz tomorrow. One that I have yet to study for, but I still remain bullish about my chances. Then there is the Calculus 2 quiz this friday. I did my homework twice already and I stll feel like I need to do more. Somehow, I'm never satisfied, no matter how prepared I am. Not that I'm complaining, but I guess thats what success stories are made from right? Well, not only that, I have just been chosen to organize the MPO trip which will be happening pretty soon. And I doubt that I will be getting any sleep over it. But then again, I guess that sacrifices have to be made in order to gain success right? Afterall, my ultimate target to gain presidency of the Music Club still remains as strong as ever.
Fortunately, I will have some breathing space available tomorrow as I only have physics class which I hope will finish before 10. Thus allowing me to have more time to prepare for my other unfinished tasks. So, I do hope that I continue to have a good week ahead of me and that nohing would hinder me from current jobs at hand.
But as of now, I feel really exhausted and I have got no choice but to go and study soon.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Writing? Math? Aaargh! What am I Saying?
Ahh...a new day, a new entry. The same old routine for the past few weeks. But what can I say? I enjoy it. I enjoy tapping away on my laptop's keyboard to put my thoughts or whatever ramblings I may have into words. I enjoy it so much to the point that I'm nearly obsessed by it. But don't worry, I ain't gonna turn into some mad scientist with grey hair sticking all over my head because of it. Truth be told, writing is and will always remain as one of the most genious invention of the human race. But enough said. I'm sure you want to listen to me raving on and on about writing. It'll bore you to death! So, guess I'll just let you know bout my fairly interesting and tiring evening.
Since the hour of two and seconds zero zero, I have been doing MATH!!! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have been sitting in front of a wooden study table while staring and attempting to solve numbers. Boring right? NO way!! How can math ever be boring? Are you crazy? If it weren't for math, try imagine what would this world be like? Fun you say? Well guess what? I think you're wrong. Because, if it weren't for math, you wouldn't be sitting here and enjoying whatever it is that you enjoy. No live TV, no computer, no aeroplanes, no sports, no handphone, no make up, no nothing! Not even clothes for god sake. Now wouldn't that be fun? So you see, as boring as it may seem, math is interesting and math gives life. So do it with pride and never say you hate math. For the very clothes that you are wearing depends on it. Damn...guess I'd better shut up... All these numbers are making me crazy!! But what can I do? I have a quiz this Friday! I pray I don't go mad by then....Wish me luck....hhehe....lol
Since the hour of two and seconds zero zero, I have been doing MATH!!! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have been sitting in front of a wooden study table while staring and attempting to solve numbers. Boring right? NO way!! How can math ever be boring? Are you crazy? If it weren't for math, try imagine what would this world be like? Fun you say? Well guess what? I think you're wrong. Because, if it weren't for math, you wouldn't be sitting here and enjoying whatever it is that you enjoy. No live TV, no computer, no aeroplanes, no sports, no handphone, no make up, no nothing! Not even clothes for god sake. Now wouldn't that be fun? So you see, as boring as it may seem, math is interesting and math gives life. So do it with pride and never say you hate math. For the very clothes that you are wearing depends on it. Damn...guess I'd better shut up... All these numbers are making me crazy!! But what can I do? I have a quiz this Friday! I pray I don't go mad by then....Wish me luck....hhehe....lol
Monday, January 8, 2007
Everyday Combat
I fell like time will tell,
But time is too slow.
Maybe I should just ask,
But I guess I'm too polite.
Perhaps I should dig.
Digging is my forte,
But I think its rude.
But I can't help it.
The more I dig,
The more I find.
But, the find never amuses.
But then again,
Those are mere theories,
Formulated without experiments.
But I shall never know for sure.
Maybe I should just ask.
It is my everyday combat.
But would you forgive me?
But time is too slow.
Maybe I should just ask,
But I guess I'm too polite.
Perhaps I should dig.
Digging is my forte,
But I think its rude.
But I can't help it.
The more I dig,
The more I find.
But, the find never amuses.
But then again,
Those are mere theories,
Formulated without experiments.
But I shall never know for sure.
Maybe I should just ask.
It is my everyday combat.
But would you forgive me?
When Dreams Become Hauntingly Real
Writing this one is going to be rather difficult task as I really don't know how to put what I am about to say into words for what I am about to say is quite unconventional for a 19 year old and would either make me look like a fool or some clairvoyant. I definitely hope for the latter. But I have one question that really needs to be answered. What would you do if your dreams,good or bad, really turns out true and exactly as they had played out in your dreams? Everything the same. The people, the voices, the events, everything... even the time and month. What would you do?
Well, this is what has happened to me quite a few times in the past few years and about two nights ago. I don't know how or for what reason, but I have on certain occasions dreamt of the future, and on most occasions, events have turned out exactly the way I had dreamt it. Everything was the same. A few of these dreams have served as warnings of things to come. And right on cue, they happen.
On one occasion, I dreamt of receiving my exam results from my lecturer. In that dream, I was sitting in the second row behind S who was dressed in a blue shirt. Beside me were TC and CL. As the class proceeded, Ms.SN turned around and started to hand us back our exam papers. I remember her passing my paper to S. S then looked at it and handed it to me while saying 'There. Heres's your paper' and smiled. I took it and quickly glanced up to the right hand corner of the paper. And on it were my marks written in red ink. Of course, I will not reveal my marks, but they were quite shabby. And at that instant I looked up and looked around. Then, after that, I had another dream. When I woke up the next morning, I vividly remembered the dream with haunting detail and precision. I even remembered who said what and who wore what and who sat where. And all of this happened two days before I was to collect my results. Naturally, having been through similar occurrences in the past, I was silently perplexed. I kept on asking to myself what could all of this mean? Could it be true like how the others have been? All my questions were answered when I picked up my results. The way I had received my paper was exactly the way it had played out in my dream and the marks were exactly the same. Even the speeches that went along with it were real. Of course, I was flabbergasted.
This has not happened once or twice, but on countless occasions. More then I can ever count.
But what scares me most is that recently, two days ago, I had a dream. In this dream something bad happened. I had a similar dream last year and it came true. But if this dream were true, I fear that I might loose a friend of mine to tragic circumstances. No, she will not meet her end. But something else will happen. Something that I am too frightened to even speak about. Something that I can never imagine happen. NO, I am not fabricating any part of this post. Though I wish I was.
I know that by know you must be thinking of me as a fool of some sort. But think or say what you will, for when the month reaches... , I will know the answer. Though I wish I am wrong. I am more willing to let you laugh at me then to have these events unfold.
Well, this is what has happened to me quite a few times in the past few years and about two nights ago. I don't know how or for what reason, but I have on certain occasions dreamt of the future, and on most occasions, events have turned out exactly the way I had dreamt it. Everything was the same. A few of these dreams have served as warnings of things to come. And right on cue, they happen.
On one occasion, I dreamt of receiving my exam results from my lecturer. In that dream, I was sitting in the second row behind S who was dressed in a blue shirt. Beside me were TC and CL. As the class proceeded, Ms.SN turned around and started to hand us back our exam papers. I remember her passing my paper to S. S then looked at it and handed it to me while saying 'There. Heres's your paper' and smiled. I took it and quickly glanced up to the right hand corner of the paper. And on it were my marks written in red ink. Of course, I will not reveal my marks, but they were quite shabby. And at that instant I looked up and looked around. Then, after that, I had another dream. When I woke up the next morning, I vividly remembered the dream with haunting detail and precision. I even remembered who said what and who wore what and who sat where. And all of this happened two days before I was to collect my results. Naturally, having been through similar occurrences in the past, I was silently perplexed. I kept on asking to myself what could all of this mean? Could it be true like how the others have been? All my questions were answered when I picked up my results. The way I had received my paper was exactly the way it had played out in my dream and the marks were exactly the same. Even the speeches that went along with it were real. Of course, I was flabbergasted.
This has not happened once or twice, but on countless occasions. More then I can ever count.
But what scares me most is that recently, two days ago, I had a dream. In this dream something bad happened. I had a similar dream last year and it came true. But if this dream were true, I fear that I might loose a friend of mine to tragic circumstances. No, she will not meet her end. But something else will happen. Something that I am too frightened to even speak about. Something that I can never imagine happen. NO, I am not fabricating any part of this post. Though I wish I was.
I know that by know you must be thinking of me as a fool of some sort. But think or say what you will, for when the month reaches... , I will know the answer. Though I wish I am wrong. I am more willing to let you laugh at me then to have these events unfold.
Sunday, January 7, 2007
The Malaysian Dilemma
I know that this might come a little too early in the year, but I honestly cannot feel overly exasperated by what I see around me. Therefore I feel like I have to speak about it. As you prepare to punch our fists up in the air to celebrate the nations 50th birthday, or as how some of you may view it, but I'd like to think of it as a holiday that saves my back from being broken by unruly people who want to take revenge on me for beating their backs during their birthdays.Merdeka = Week long holiday = No college = NO whack on the back! Anyways, here are a few Malaysian Dilemmas, as I would like to call it, for you to ponder. The first two are rather elementary but the dilemmas No.3 and 4 are rather interesting.
Dilemma 1: The Malasyian Timing.
Well, here's a scenario.
A man sets an appointment with his friend for 3.00 at a particular place. Half an hour after the scheduled time, his friend is nowhere to be seen. He gives a call to check on his whereabouts, and this would be his answer. 'Dei thambi! 5 minutes more I come. I at traffic light. Very big jam. Wait ar!' Upon hearing of the excuse,he waits and waits and waits until a further half hour has ticked away. Worried, he calls again, only to get the same response. And in the end, his friend comes about an hour later, barely apologizing for his delay. Therefore it seems to me that its either the Malaysian education system is rather hopeless at teaching students how to decipher the clock or Malaysians have blatant disregard for common civility, punctuality and severe disrespect towards a persons time. This didn't happen during the British rule.
Dilemma 2: Mang-lish
You see in Malaysia, there is this very popular food. Its called 'Rojak'. Its a kind of food in which anything and everything is mixed together under a blanket of brown gravy and it usually goes well with 'cendol', another popular drink. Just like how they eat that food, they speak and write the English language or any language for that matter. They even deface the national language for gods sake. Fortunately, being a resident in this country for 19 years, which is my second last year here, I am able to decipher what they speak. What about the foriegners? How do you expect them to understand what you are saying? I mean, its OK to speak broken English. But don't get edgy every time someone tries to correct you and worst of all don't be too proud of it. Calling It your beloved Malaysian English. Manglish in short. It only serves to point you out as an idiot who doesn't now what to be proud off. Its like saying 'I'm proud of Hitler because he killed 6 million Jews!! Yay!' Look at the Arabs. They speak broken English. But what separates them from Malaysians is that they constantly seek ways and means to improve their command of the language.
Dilemma 3: Yes mates! We Take Backward Steps. 2020 B.C. Ahoy!
Back in the 80's there was this 'senile' old man who set a target for Malaysia. He called it Vision 2020. What he meant was that Malaysia would reach a developed status by the year 2020. Seem like a long time more ain't it? Well, only if you think that 14 more years would come and go like a century. If you have noticed, other Islamic countries like Dubai, Oman and the Gulf Regions, save for Saudi Arabia have already reached the 80-90 percent developed status. And what puts Malaysia to shame is that, they have done it in a far less time period. They, despite a host of seemingly impossible problems, have manage to wrestle the feat and pin it in a little over a decade. They have turned the desert into a beautiful oasis fit for kings. Marvellous now ain't it? But in Malaysia, they have been struggling for the last 50 years to even reach 50 percent developed status. Furthermore, those countries have far less natural resources as compared to Malaysia. Their oil grade is not as good as Malaysia's. And to make matters worse, the heat in their country is so unbearable during the summer that a large portion of their money is spent on air conditioning. Not to mention their desert terrain and the desert storms. They have most certainly put Malaysia to shame by accomplishing this feat. And if you are hoping that Malaysia will reach its 2020, I'd suggest that you'd better stop hoping. For as long as Malaysia has corrupt politicians who only care about the size of their pockets and the amount of titles they have, and mind you that our titles are not internationally recognized, the Agong was addressed as Mr.DYMM by a doctor at a foriegn hospital, Malaysia will never reach 2020. What this implies is that, instead of taking forward steps, Malaysia is proudly taking backward steps. Read the news papers. Their NAP policy will make you fall of your chair. Recently, President Bush asked Malaysia's PM as to what the NAP is all about and unsurprisingly, he couldn't answer the question! Perhaps the next dilemma will further ridicule the nation.
Dilemma 4: Where have our priorities gone?
Recently, there has been a spate of highly controversial yet shallow minded issues against women. In a nutshell, women are to be blamed if they get raped. Now what kind of bastard would think like that? Honestly, by saying this, they imply that men useless fools who are unable to control their urges when they see a woman and they are akin to lunatics who should be thrown into the mental asylum a.k.a Tanjung Rambutan and left to rot for all eternity. And to make matters worse, it has become a bloody topic in the Parliamentary debates! Once, this dude said that only ugly women should be allowed to hold jobs. Perhaps we should all ask him of his definition about ugly. For in my eyes, all women are beautiful. Size and looks really don't matter to me. Anyway, back to the point. Instead of arguing about how to further develop this country and look forward to a brighter future, these people are arguing about how long a woman's skirt should be. If this were a strip club, I wouldn't give a damn. But this is the bloody parliament for gods sake! Where have all their sense gone to? It really comes to show how shallow minded the Malaysian politicians are in their daily dealings and how much in danger they are of getting their priorities wrong and leading Malaysia into the wrong track. To make matters worse, an Islamic state to the north has passed a law that women wearing revealing clothes like body hugging suits or short skirts will be fined. Another testament to Malaysian stupidity. Furthermore, what right do they have to determine how much skin a woman is allowed to display. In my opinion, the amount of skin shown by a woman is highly personal and should be the judgement of the woman herself. I honestly don't know how Malaysia is supposed to go forward by solving trivial and unimportant issues like this one. Look at the Arabs. The reason they are so advanced is that they look at the bigger picture. They don't try to be moral polices. I was in Doha recently for a stopover in my flight to Egypt and what I saw was amazing. Liqueur was sold in the open. Suggestive pictures were on CD covers, there were no censorship laws and the women were blazing! Yet, they are light years ahead of Malaysia. Don't forget, Qatar is an Islamic country too.
Of course there are more dilemmas that I would like to point out and I would certainly be so happy to do so when I find the time. But after reading all this, I certainly don't know how or why anyone can be proud of being a Malaysian?
Dilemma 1: The Malasyian Timing.
Well, here's a scenario.
A man sets an appointment with his friend for 3.00 at a particular place. Half an hour after the scheduled time, his friend is nowhere to be seen. He gives a call to check on his whereabouts, and this would be his answer. 'Dei thambi! 5 minutes more I come. I at traffic light. Very big jam. Wait ar!' Upon hearing of the excuse,he waits and waits and waits until a further half hour has ticked away. Worried, he calls again, only to get the same response. And in the end, his friend comes about an hour later, barely apologizing for his delay. Therefore it seems to me that its either the Malaysian education system is rather hopeless at teaching students how to decipher the clock or Malaysians have blatant disregard for common civility, punctuality and severe disrespect towards a persons time. This didn't happen during the British rule.
Dilemma 2: Mang-lish
You see in Malaysia, there is this very popular food. Its called 'Rojak'. Its a kind of food in which anything and everything is mixed together under a blanket of brown gravy and it usually goes well with 'cendol', another popular drink. Just like how they eat that food, they speak and write the English language or any language for that matter. They even deface the national language for gods sake. Fortunately, being a resident in this country for 19 years, which is my second last year here, I am able to decipher what they speak. What about the foriegners? How do you expect them to understand what you are saying? I mean, its OK to speak broken English. But don't get edgy every time someone tries to correct you and worst of all don't be too proud of it. Calling It your beloved Malaysian English. Manglish in short. It only serves to point you out as an idiot who doesn't now what to be proud off. Its like saying 'I'm proud of Hitler because he killed 6 million Jews!! Yay!' Look at the Arabs. They speak broken English. But what separates them from Malaysians is that they constantly seek ways and means to improve their command of the language.
Dilemma 3: Yes mates! We Take Backward Steps. 2020 B.C. Ahoy!
Back in the 80's there was this 'senile' old man who set a target for Malaysia. He called it Vision 2020. What he meant was that Malaysia would reach a developed status by the year 2020. Seem like a long time more ain't it? Well, only if you think that 14 more years would come and go like a century. If you have noticed, other Islamic countries like Dubai, Oman and the Gulf Regions, save for Saudi Arabia have already reached the 80-90 percent developed status. And what puts Malaysia to shame is that, they have done it in a far less time period. They, despite a host of seemingly impossible problems, have manage to wrestle the feat and pin it in a little over a decade. They have turned the desert into a beautiful oasis fit for kings. Marvellous now ain't it? But in Malaysia, they have been struggling for the last 50 years to even reach 50 percent developed status. Furthermore, those countries have far less natural resources as compared to Malaysia. Their oil grade is not as good as Malaysia's. And to make matters worse, the heat in their country is so unbearable during the summer that a large portion of their money is spent on air conditioning. Not to mention their desert terrain and the desert storms. They have most certainly put Malaysia to shame by accomplishing this feat. And if you are hoping that Malaysia will reach its 2020, I'd suggest that you'd better stop hoping. For as long as Malaysia has corrupt politicians who only care about the size of their pockets and the amount of titles they have, and mind you that our titles are not internationally recognized, the Agong was addressed as Mr.DYMM by a doctor at a foriegn hospital, Malaysia will never reach 2020. What this implies is that, instead of taking forward steps, Malaysia is proudly taking backward steps. Read the news papers. Their NAP policy will make you fall of your chair. Recently, President Bush asked Malaysia's PM as to what the NAP is all about and unsurprisingly, he couldn't answer the question! Perhaps the next dilemma will further ridicule the nation.
Dilemma 4: Where have our priorities gone?
Recently, there has been a spate of highly controversial yet shallow minded issues against women. In a nutshell, women are to be blamed if they get raped. Now what kind of bastard would think like that? Honestly, by saying this, they imply that men useless fools who are unable to control their urges when they see a woman and they are akin to lunatics who should be thrown into the mental asylum a.k.a Tanjung Rambutan and left to rot for all eternity. And to make matters worse, it has become a bloody topic in the Parliamentary debates! Once, this dude said that only ugly women should be allowed to hold jobs. Perhaps we should all ask him of his definition about ugly. For in my eyes, all women are beautiful. Size and looks really don't matter to me. Anyway, back to the point. Instead of arguing about how to further develop this country and look forward to a brighter future, these people are arguing about how long a woman's skirt should be. If this were a strip club, I wouldn't give a damn. But this is the bloody parliament for gods sake! Where have all their sense gone to? It really comes to show how shallow minded the Malaysian politicians are in their daily dealings and how much in danger they are of getting their priorities wrong and leading Malaysia into the wrong track. To make matters worse, an Islamic state to the north has passed a law that women wearing revealing clothes like body hugging suits or short skirts will be fined. Another testament to Malaysian stupidity. Furthermore, what right do they have to determine how much skin a woman is allowed to display. In my opinion, the amount of skin shown by a woman is highly personal and should be the judgement of the woman herself. I honestly don't know how Malaysia is supposed to go forward by solving trivial and unimportant issues like this one. Look at the Arabs. The reason they are so advanced is that they look at the bigger picture. They don't try to be moral polices. I was in Doha recently for a stopover in my flight to Egypt and what I saw was amazing. Liqueur was sold in the open. Suggestive pictures were on CD covers, there were no censorship laws and the women were blazing! Yet, they are light years ahead of Malaysia. Don't forget, Qatar is an Islamic country too.
Of course there are more dilemmas that I would like to point out and I would certainly be so happy to do so when I find the time. But after reading all this, I certainly don't know how or why anyone can be proud of being a Malaysian?
Saturday, January 6, 2007
What I have Learnt So Far
Things that I have learnt in the first week of 2007.
1. Waking up too early in the morning is a sin! Big time
2. The stupid quake has caused a communication breakdown in my corner.
3. Never jump to conclusions. It severs relationships and causes poetic mayhem.
4. Economics is not as bad as I thought it would be.
5. Dr. William Borges is an excelent lecturer.
6. I have forgotten a huge portion of my Physics over the past year.
7. I'm an insane blogger. I did 8 posts in 6 days. More then anyone I know.
8. Time passes by really slowly. I really wanna get to the end of the year.
9. My fingers feel like they are on crack.
10.Finding the right one takes years. It took me years to realise!
11.And when you do, you screw up. Big Time!.
12.But then you never really did screw up. You just feel like you did. Somehow.
13.You'd trade anything just to see the person even for a minute. Everything else doesn't seem to matter anymore.
14.So bad that you can't stop dreaming of the person.
15.And when you do, you just don't wanna wake up.
16.And from it I learnt that life is bittersweet. I love both the bitter and the sweet.
17.Not to forget David's grandma. She fell ill. But I learnt that she is doing better now. Thankfully.
18.Sometimes Its hard to say what I really feel because my words seem too good to be true. So much so that they seem fake. I honestly feel that way, I do, but I guess I'd better tone down.
19. Smashing Pumpkins are reuniting and going on tour in 2008.
Ahh...thats about all... I really don't know what else I learnt. But learning is a lifelong journey. Its one classroom that no one can escape from. Too bad its teacher ain't Jessica Alba or Bridget Monaghan..hehe
1. Waking up too early in the morning is a sin! Big time
2. The stupid quake has caused a communication breakdown in my corner.
3. Never jump to conclusions. It severs relationships and causes poetic mayhem.
4. Economics is not as bad as I thought it would be.
5. Dr. William Borges is an excelent lecturer.
6. I have forgotten a huge portion of my Physics over the past year.
7. I'm an insane blogger. I did 8 posts in 6 days. More then anyone I know.
8. Time passes by really slowly. I really wanna get to the end of the year.
9. My fingers feel like they are on crack.
10.Finding the right one takes years. It took me years to realise!
11.And when you do, you screw up. Big Time!.
12.But then you never really did screw up. You just feel like you did. Somehow.
13.You'd trade anything just to see the person even for a minute. Everything else doesn't seem to matter anymore.
14.So bad that you can't stop dreaming of the person.
15.And when you do, you just don't wanna wake up.
16.And from it I learnt that life is bittersweet. I love both the bitter and the sweet.
17.Not to forget David's grandma. She fell ill. But I learnt that she is doing better now. Thankfully.
18.Sometimes Its hard to say what I really feel because my words seem too good to be true. So much so that they seem fake. I honestly feel that way, I do, but I guess I'd better tone down.
19. Smashing Pumpkins are reuniting and going on tour in 2008.
Ahh...thats about all... I really don't know what else I learnt. But learning is a lifelong journey. Its one classroom that no one can escape from. Too bad its teacher ain't Jessica Alba or Bridget Monaghan..hehe
Friday, January 5, 2007
The Reincarnation Of Benjamin Breeg
Let me tell you about my life
Let me tell you about my dreams
Let me tell you about the things that happen
Always real to me
Let me tell you of my hope
Of my need to reach the sky
Let me take you on an awkward journey
Let me tell you why
Let me tell you why
Why should these curses be laid upon me
I won't be forgiven 'till I can brake free
What did I do to deserve all this guilt
Pay for my sins with the sale of my soul
Demons are trapped all inside of my head
My hopes are gone reach for heaven from hell
My sins are many my guilt is too heavy
The pressure of knowing of hiding what I know
I'm able to see things
Things I don't want to see
The lives of a thousand souls
Weigh heavy down on me
I know they're crying for help reaching out
The burden of them will take me down as well
The sin of a thousand souls not died in vain
Reincarnate still in me live again
Someone to save me
Something to save me from myself
To bring the salvation
To exorcise this hell
Someone to save me
Something to save me from myself
To bring the salvation
To exorcise this hell
Someone to save me
Something to save me from my hell
A destination
Away from this nightmare
Someone to save me
Something to save me from myself
To bring the salvation
To exorcise this hell
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Shadows
It shall forever be your shadow.
Always by your side,
Listening to every breath you breath.
Watching every step you make,
Making sure that you never fall down.
Always by your side,
To fight away your demons.
And to hold the trophy that you dear
But somehow,
They are all in vain.
Maybe its time this shadow becomes real.
Always by your side,
Listening to every breath you breath.
Watching every step you make,
Making sure that you never fall down.
Always by your side,
To fight away your demons.
And to hold the trophy that you dear
But somehow,
They are all in vain.
Maybe its time this shadow becomes real.
Falling Short
Falling short of a miracle,
The world fails to heal itself.
Falling short of a voice,
The world falls into turmoil
Falling short of ties,
Men start to kill each other.
Falling short on words,
This cannot be continued
The world fails to heal itself.
Falling short of a voice,
The world falls into turmoil
Falling short of ties,
Men start to kill each other.
Falling short on words,
This cannot be continued
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Going Back To College
Today is the first day of my third semester in college, and I'd have to say that the build up to this moment was nothing but exciting.
I started the day by waking up at around 7 A.M. and quite surprisingly, I did so without an ounce of a fuss. Furthermore, I did have good nights sleep last night. So I think that may have contributed to my fussless wake up. After getting up, I hurriedly got dressed and believe it or not, I actually completed taking my bath in under 10 minutes, a feat which I would have normally taken anywhere between 15-20 minutes. Breakfast too didn't seem to take ages. So, I got my stuff ready and went of to college.
Upon reaching the college, I found myself walking through unfamiliar gates....duh... They had repositioned the main entrance by quite a substantial distance to the right of the previous entrance. What did I expect? Barge through the old gates? All this done to make way for our college's expansion. But honestly, the was an aura of difference about college. It seemed more packed and I felt very relaxed. Too relaxed.
When I got to the concourse, I saw a few familiar faces. I saw Sigmund and gang near the reception office. I said hello and talked an ounce with them. Soon, Cathy and Yu Jun came and we said hello also. But, me being me, I quickly hurried off to class. The first lesson was calculus 2 with good old Ms Shanta. My timetable said that it was to be held at room 305. So, I climbed up the stairs to the third floor. And thats when I saw Justin. I had not seen him for quite some time. So, we greeted each other and I asked him what class did he have. He said he has calculus 1 which was to be held at room 305. I looked at ihm and asked him if he was sure, because my timetable said that Calculus 2 was going to be at room 305. So, he went in and asked the occupants in the class and they confirmed that my timetable was wrong.Great! Just great. Now I'd have to walk around every floor knocking on every door to confirm where my lessons was going to be held. But fortunately, my sleeping brain cells saved me the hard work and possible blushes when they woke up and told me to go down the stairs and ask Teng Choon which class that we were supposed to go to. I climbed down again and asked him. He told me that it was in room 306. Hmm...looks like the printer screwed up! o, we went up only to find a class full of people. Something that I did not look forward too as I wanted to get the front row. I went in, and the first thing I did was say good morning rather loudly to Ms. Shanta. And rthen , I walked over to a few people whom I had not met in a long time and gave them the good old handshake, modern style and proceeded to sit beside Fazlan which was right at the back. But we later shifted to the front when Ms Shanta started lecturing. Calculus class was fun. Afterall, our lecturer is Ms Shanta and I don't really see how she can make math a boring subject.
After calculus, I went back home as I had nothing left to do in college and my other friends had lessons. My next class was American History which was at 12. So, I went home, had lunch and walked back to college.
I reached class at around 11.55. I walked in, said a few hello's and took a seat.Then our lecturer walked in. His name is Dr. William George Borges. He is an American with a little bit of British blood who was born in Los Angeles and whos brothers name is George William Borges. Insane right. Yes, I am having an American for a lecturer and he is one hell of a fantastic dude. Yes, he may have his strict standards for late comers, but he had an impeccable command of English and an insane knowledge in History and philosophy. I found that out by having a friendly arguement on wether or not god is real, should christians accept the blood of a non christian and to whom does Ameica really belong to. Of course, another dude by the name of Eugene gave his own views which were funny but highly pointless.And I did belive that he spoke like the older version of Jack Black! But like I said, he is amazing.
Halfway through the class, we lost power. So he let us off early. Then, I got home and did my stuff and now here I am teallin you about my day.
Well, I guess I have to end it here. I need to go and read about The American Reconstruction.
I started the day by waking up at around 7 A.M. and quite surprisingly, I did so without an ounce of a fuss. Furthermore, I did have good nights sleep last night. So I think that may have contributed to my fussless wake up. After getting up, I hurriedly got dressed and believe it or not, I actually completed taking my bath in under 10 minutes, a feat which I would have normally taken anywhere between 15-20 minutes. Breakfast too didn't seem to take ages. So, I got my stuff ready and went of to college.
Upon reaching the college, I found myself walking through unfamiliar gates....duh... They had repositioned the main entrance by quite a substantial distance to the right of the previous entrance. What did I expect? Barge through the old gates? All this done to make way for our college's expansion. But honestly, the was an aura of difference about college. It seemed more packed and I felt very relaxed. Too relaxed.
When I got to the concourse, I saw a few familiar faces. I saw Sigmund and gang near the reception office. I said hello and talked an ounce with them. Soon, Cathy and Yu Jun came and we said hello also. But, me being me, I quickly hurried off to class. The first lesson was calculus 2 with good old Ms Shanta. My timetable said that it was to be held at room 305. So, I climbed up the stairs to the third floor. And thats when I saw Justin. I had not seen him for quite some time. So, we greeted each other and I asked him what class did he have. He said he has calculus 1 which was to be held at room 305. I looked at ihm and asked him if he was sure, because my timetable said that Calculus 2 was going to be at room 305. So, he went in and asked the occupants in the class and they confirmed that my timetable was wrong.Great! Just great. Now I'd have to walk around every floor knocking on every door to confirm where my lessons was going to be held. But fortunately, my sleeping brain cells saved me the hard work and possible blushes when they woke up and told me to go down the stairs and ask Teng Choon which class that we were supposed to go to. I climbed down again and asked him. He told me that it was in room 306. Hmm...looks like the printer screwed up! o, we went up only to find a class full of people. Something that I did not look forward too as I wanted to get the front row. I went in, and the first thing I did was say good morning rather loudly to Ms. Shanta. And rthen , I walked over to a few people whom I had not met in a long time and gave them the good old handshake, modern style and proceeded to sit beside Fazlan which was right at the back. But we later shifted to the front when Ms Shanta started lecturing. Calculus class was fun. Afterall, our lecturer is Ms Shanta and I don't really see how she can make math a boring subject.
After calculus, I went back home as I had nothing left to do in college and my other friends had lessons. My next class was American History which was at 12. So, I went home, had lunch and walked back to college.
I reached class at around 11.55. I walked in, said a few hello's and took a seat.Then our lecturer walked in. His name is Dr. William George Borges. He is an American with a little bit of British blood who was born in Los Angeles and whos brothers name is George William Borges. Insane right. Yes, I am having an American for a lecturer and he is one hell of a fantastic dude. Yes, he may have his strict standards for late comers, but he had an impeccable command of English and an insane knowledge in History and philosophy. I found that out by having a friendly arguement on wether or not god is real, should christians accept the blood of a non christian and to whom does Ameica really belong to. Of course, another dude by the name of Eugene gave his own views which were funny but highly pointless.And I did belive that he spoke like the older version of Jack Black! But like I said, he is amazing.
Halfway through the class, we lost power. So he let us off early. Then, I got home and did my stuff and now here I am teallin you about my day.
Well, I guess I have to end it here. I need to go and read about The American Reconstruction.
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Silent Scream
Everytime I think of you,
I can't help but feel guilty.
I don't understand why
But this is just how I feel.
Perhaps it would be much better,
If I just stopped thinking of you.
Perhaps it would be much better,
If I just erased you from my memory.
Forgetting all that has happened,
Between you and me.
But I know I can't.
I just cannot do it.
Like a black widow,
You trap me in a web.
The more I try to free myself,
The more trapped I become.
But instead of dreading this web,
I enjoy being trapped.
Sometimes I want to love you.
Sometimes I want to hate you.
Sometimes I just want to go back to the beginning,
And start all over again.
Maybe, maybe I would have seen.
Maybe I would have noticed.
And maybe I would have said it.
And maybe I would have done it.
But now, I look for my gun.
And I look for my antidote.
As I silently clutch my cure,
My mind contemplates its actions.
I scream a silent scream.
Suddenly a flash of white light blinds me.
Like an erupting volcano,
Your voice pounds my ear.
And like an angel,
You grab my hand,
And pull me out of this pit,
That I so desprately want to fall into.
You saved me.
You saved me from myself.
And as I fall into your embrace,
I begin to realise why I love you.
I can't help but feel guilty.
I don't understand why
But this is just how I feel.
Perhaps it would be much better,
If I just stopped thinking of you.
Perhaps it would be much better,
If I just erased you from my memory.
Forgetting all that has happened,
Between you and me.
But I know I can't.
I just cannot do it.
Like a black widow,
You trap me in a web.
The more I try to free myself,
The more trapped I become.
But instead of dreading this web,
I enjoy being trapped.
Sometimes I want to love you.
Sometimes I want to hate you.
Sometimes I just want to go back to the beginning,
And start all over again.
Maybe, maybe I would have seen.
Maybe I would have noticed.
And maybe I would have said it.
And maybe I would have done it.
But now, I look for my gun.
And I look for my antidote.
As I silently clutch my cure,
My mind contemplates its actions.
I scream a silent scream.
Suddenly a flash of white light blinds me.
Like an erupting volcano,
Your voice pounds my ear.
And like an angel,
You grab my hand,
And pull me out of this pit,
That I so desprately want to fall into.
You saved me.
You saved me from myself.
And as I fall into your embrace,
I begin to realise why I love you.
My Mundane Resolutions For 2007
Many people have asked me what my resolutions are for the year 2007, but I often answer them by saying that I have too many to mention. But here are a few of my resolutions for the year 2007. Nothing impressive actually.
1. Get my CGPA up from 3.4 to 3.9
2. Gain weight by a substantial margin
3. Play more gigs
4. Gain presidency of the Music Club
5. Learn how to take photographs in manual mode
6. Travel more
7. Meet as many people as I can
8. Loose my inaffection for large scale parties
9. Gain my mothers trust to drive the Arctic Queen
10.Read more
11.Learn more languages
12.Learn more solo's and riffs
13.Become a better friend
14.Become a better human
15.Become a better son
16.Stop being too overly critical toward a person
17.Try not to behave older than I actually am
18.Look for a job
20.Stop being an internet hog
21.Speak more even when it doesn't matter
22.Play more pool
23.Stop being a rock
24.Have more balls when it comes to doing IT
25.Lead more group assignments
26.End the year with a bang
27.Successfully apply and gain admission into Embry Riddle Aeronautical University
28.Live every moment of 2007 to the absolute limit and have no regrets
Well, thats about it. Nothing impressive, just the usual stuff.
1. Get my CGPA up from 3.4 to 3.9
2. Gain weight by a substantial margin
3. Play more gigs
4. Gain presidency of the Music Club
5. Learn how to take photographs in manual mode
6. Travel more
7. Meet as many people as I can
8. Loose my inaffection for large scale parties
9. Gain my mothers trust to drive the Arctic Queen
10.Read more
11.Learn more languages
12.Learn more solo's and riffs
13.Become a better friend
14.Become a better human
15.Become a better son
16.Stop being too overly critical toward a person
17.Try not to behave older than I actually am
18.Look for a job
20.Stop being an internet hog
21.Speak more even when it doesn't matter
22.Play more pool
23.Stop being a rock
24.Have more balls when it comes to doing IT
25.Lead more group assignments
26.End the year with a bang
27.Successfully apply and gain admission into Embry Riddle Aeronautical University
28.Live every moment of 2007 to the absolute limit and have no regrets
Well, thats about it. Nothing impressive, just the usual stuff.
Monday, January 1, 2007
My 2006 and How It wENT
The weather outside looks rather gloomy. The rain is pouring and streaks of lightning flash across the vast and cloudy skies displaying its might and warning all those who dare oppose it. The deafening roars of thunders bring meaning to the showy display of the lightning. Both work in breathtaking unison and in perfect harmony. All I can do is watch in awe as one of nature’s most stunning but frequently overlooked displays, of raw energy unfolds before my very eyes. But, that isn’t the case that needs examining and careful scrutinizing for this entry. But, perhaps it will somehow help explain what I am about to say in the following paragraphs.
Today marks the first day of the year 2007. A year signals the coming of a better dawn for humanity and nature alike. A year that promises to bring man one step closer to peace and prosperity and greater economic prowess and even more unprecedented success. Of course, the coming of a better dawn, just like those before it will bring upon the human kind a few unappreciated low points. But then again, since when did man ever chance upon the perfect deal? Or what sailor has not been at the mercy of the fury of the towering waves while embarking on his journeys across the seven seas?
But before we look to the future and what it has to offer us, I do believe that it is only appropriate that we take a moment to savor and to analyze the play that has taken place in 2006. Therefore, here is my summary and rough analysis of my 2006.
The Early Part (January- March)
The beginning of the year was one of the most perfect beginnings that I could ever wish for. It was when I received my very first thousand dollar pay. Of course, the thought alone made me jump in my sleep. Jon and I had managed to get a job as hosts at an internationally renowned American Corporation that deals with the handling and execution of exquisite western culinary and which brand is synonymous with excellent customer care and service. And our job as hosts required us to pour our blood, sweat and tears to make sure that we make whoever who does business with this culinary company to feel like royalty. Of course, as any journey would be, the most difficult would be the start. But gradually, as the days and weeks past, we became masters at our job and sometimes surpassing the bar set by those who had worked longer than us. It was while working at TGI Fridays that I really got a taste for what the real world would look like. We had all kinds of people there. Right from the good, the bad and the downright ugly. Due to professional and ethical reasons, I shall not name names nor shall I point fingers. But through it all, I must say, regardless of whom it was, that it has indeed been a pleasure working with every single one of them. After all, working with the difficult makes you mentally stronger. Furthermore, my people skills have definitely developed at a much higher pace due to my constant contact with customers, fellow colleagues and managers alike.
Well, this pretty much sums up my early part of the year. There were other events, but often of less significance to the main points that I wish to discuss.
The Middle Part (April- August)
The middle part of the year would most definitely has to be one of the better parts of my life. It signaled my transition from a young teenager to a true blue college freshman. It was around May, once I have had quit all my jobs to finally enroll in to college that my year really began to take off. I had enrolled myself into the American University Program at INTI College. It was in college that I had started to form new perspectives about life as a human being and life as an America bound student. Naturally, I made many new friends while studying and studying too was such a joy as compared to the prosaic (boring) life which I had endured in high school. I mean, the lecturers were superb. They were very open minded and most importantly, they knew what they were talking about. Perhaps the best lecturer that I had for my first semester was Mrs. Lim Siow Fei She taught us sociology. And I do have to admit that I was particularly very fond of attending her lessons. She is smart, funny, articulate and witty to the bone. Never have I had a lecturer quite like her.
Also in college, I was getting more active in clubs, especially in Music Club in which I got elected as assistant band manager on my very first semester! Furthermore, it was with the help of Music club that I managed to play my first gig at college with my band when they organized the Talent Night 2006. My band Grandma With Sticks played that evening. We did Hemorrhage and No Cigar.
Apart form that, my studies really took flight. I was getting results that I never imagined that I would get. I always did believe that the American way of learning would always suit me and I even managed to beat all those 10A1 students!
During college and high school, I did have many shot lived crushes. But it was around this time that I started to notice a girl whom I have know for quite some time. At first, I denied it, but I guess stuff like this definitely will get you sooner or later right? No, she is not from my college. That’s one hint for all of you who may be wondering. But, I shall reveal no further. It’s for you to find out.
And by the way, I ended the month by celebrating my birthday with the most beautiful people on earth, my friends and family!!
Nearing the End(September-November)
Well, these months were pretty uneventful save for te arrival of the Arctic Queen, our hugely successful gig, and how I managed to do daage limitation on my calculus paper. Also this was the month that I really fell heels over head for this girl, whom I shall write more deeply about in another post. But of course, don't expect anything to be revealed. But if you are smart enough, you may already see the answer. Its funny how a female can really make a man go crazy. Seriously!
The Final Chapter( November- December)
Finally! This was the month where I visited Egypt. I had fun over there and I do have lots of stories to tell. I did meet many people and learnt many new things. Especially after looking back and experiencing 4000 year old history. The whole experience left me breathless. And also, I managed to see how other people live, especially the poor ones. How they survive the extreme poverty and witnessing their living conditions. Also I got to see how women lived in a male dominated world where kindness to females did not exist. Of course, I do not condone such practice, but what can I do?
But apart from that, that was practically my entire year in a nutshell. I may have forgotten to type out other events, but they are not done deliberately. That I can assure you. Im getting rather tired now, thats why sentences seem laconic and very kurt. I have been working on this since 5pm. But anyways cya'll.
ciaoz
Today marks the first day of the year 2007. A year signals the coming of a better dawn for humanity and nature alike. A year that promises to bring man one step closer to peace and prosperity and greater economic prowess and even more unprecedented success. Of course, the coming of a better dawn, just like those before it will bring upon the human kind a few unappreciated low points. But then again, since when did man ever chance upon the perfect deal? Or what sailor has not been at the mercy of the fury of the towering waves while embarking on his journeys across the seven seas?
But before we look to the future and what it has to offer us, I do believe that it is only appropriate that we take a moment to savor and to analyze the play that has taken place in 2006. Therefore, here is my summary and rough analysis of my 2006.
The Early Part (January- March)
The beginning of the year was one of the most perfect beginnings that I could ever wish for. It was when I received my very first thousand dollar pay. Of course, the thought alone made me jump in my sleep. Jon and I had managed to get a job as hosts at an internationally renowned American Corporation that deals with the handling and execution of exquisite western culinary and which brand is synonymous with excellent customer care and service. And our job as hosts required us to pour our blood, sweat and tears to make sure that we make whoever who does business with this culinary company to feel like royalty. Of course, as any journey would be, the most difficult would be the start. But gradually, as the days and weeks past, we became masters at our job and sometimes surpassing the bar set by those who had worked longer than us. It was while working at TGI Fridays that I really got a taste for what the real world would look like. We had all kinds of people there. Right from the good, the bad and the downright ugly. Due to professional and ethical reasons, I shall not name names nor shall I point fingers. But through it all, I must say, regardless of whom it was, that it has indeed been a pleasure working with every single one of them. After all, working with the difficult makes you mentally stronger. Furthermore, my people skills have definitely developed at a much higher pace due to my constant contact with customers, fellow colleagues and managers alike.
Well, this pretty much sums up my early part of the year. There were other events, but often of less significance to the main points that I wish to discuss.
The Middle Part (April- August)
The middle part of the year would most definitely has to be one of the better parts of my life. It signaled my transition from a young teenager to a true blue college freshman. It was around May, once I have had quit all my jobs to finally enroll in to college that my year really began to take off. I had enrolled myself into the American University Program at INTI College. It was in college that I had started to form new perspectives about life as a human being and life as an America bound student. Naturally, I made many new friends while studying and studying too was such a joy as compared to the prosaic (boring) life which I had endured in high school. I mean, the lecturers were superb. They were very open minded and most importantly, they knew what they were talking about. Perhaps the best lecturer that I had for my first semester was Mrs. Lim Siow Fei She taught us sociology. And I do have to admit that I was particularly very fond of attending her lessons. She is smart, funny, articulate and witty to the bone. Never have I had a lecturer quite like her.
Also in college, I was getting more active in clubs, especially in Music Club in which I got elected as assistant band manager on my very first semester! Furthermore, it was with the help of Music club that I managed to play my first gig at college with my band when they organized the Talent Night 2006. My band Grandma With Sticks played that evening. We did Hemorrhage and No Cigar.
Apart form that, my studies really took flight. I was getting results that I never imagined that I would get. I always did believe that the American way of learning would always suit me and I even managed to beat all those 10A1 students!
During college and high school, I did have many shot lived crushes. But it was around this time that I started to notice a girl whom I have know for quite some time. At first, I denied it, but I guess stuff like this definitely will get you sooner or later right? No, she is not from my college. That’s one hint for all of you who may be wondering. But, I shall reveal no further. It’s for you to find out.
And by the way, I ended the month by celebrating my birthday with the most beautiful people on earth, my friends and family!!
Nearing the End(September-November)
Well, these months were pretty uneventful save for te arrival of the Arctic Queen, our hugely successful gig, and how I managed to do daage limitation on my calculus paper. Also this was the month that I really fell heels over head for this girl, whom I shall write more deeply about in another post. But of course, don't expect anything to be revealed. But if you are smart enough, you may already see the answer. Its funny how a female can really make a man go crazy. Seriously!
The Final Chapter( November- December)
Finally! This was the month where I visited Egypt. I had fun over there and I do have lots of stories to tell. I did meet many people and learnt many new things. Especially after looking back and experiencing 4000 year old history. The whole experience left me breathless. And also, I managed to see how other people live, especially the poor ones. How they survive the extreme poverty and witnessing their living conditions. Also I got to see how women lived in a male dominated world where kindness to females did not exist. Of course, I do not condone such practice, but what can I do?
But apart from that, that was practically my entire year in a nutshell. I may have forgotten to type out other events, but they are not done deliberately. That I can assure you. Im getting rather tired now, thats why sentences seem laconic and very kurt. I have been working on this since 5pm. But anyways cya'll.
ciaoz
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