Study log 9244

What is it that make it so hard to talk to each other?

2009-07-30T10:35:00.003+08:00

Below are the questions given by my English lecturer as our blogging title:

What is it that make it so hard to talk to each other? How to break down an emotional war?

Everything living things on this Earth talk and communicate. All of them have their very own language, which does not always is understandable by the other species. For example, scientists have been studying the echoes used by whales to communicate. But, after so many years of studying, what we have achieved is predict the frequency and wave length of their echoes but not fully master their language. While trying to explore other species' language, we, human being seems to have forgotten our own communication problemn - It's getting harder and harder for us to talk and communicate. What had happened to our communication skills?

In most people's perception towars the international language English, which is also know as the 21st lingua franca, they think that it is a universal language. However, they should be aware that there are also numerous barriers to achieve the level of acquaring this 'universal language'. One of the biggest challege is cultural differences. Our Earth community is made up of myriad races, ranging from Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Malay to Eurasian. Among the races, they have their own dialects, and this makes the whole language barrier even more complicate. Due to this complication, it is not be easy for a person to pick up a new language.

Second, the advancement in technology also contributes to the deteriorating communication skills among the young generations. With the presence of all the high technology gadgets, people spend less time together. Although there is a possibility of fostering a realtionship, advancement in communication technology also indirectly errodes the ability of a person to express himself , when he met another person face to face. At the same time, the sign of being autistic can be seen clearly on the young generations. They may be the active and bubbly ones on the MSN, Skype or Yahoo Messenger, but when they start to approach the real world, they often found themselves being caught in the dilema of 'talking'. Cold sweats will start to from in their palms and their mind would be preoccupied in the action of searching conversation topics. If the situation was let to worsen on its own, they will isolate themselves from the others and locked themselves in room. The only thing that will interest them is the one and only 'World of Internet', a place where they 'talk' in the digital way.

Instead of focusing on a specific generation, I would like to enlarge my next point in a more general view - gender. As the saying goes, 'Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus', people always discriminate the opposite sex if they were given the choice whether they want to talk to the same sex or opposite ones. People from the opposite sex would normally think it will be hard to talk to each other. The only things that are universal in their mind is - further conversations will only bring embarrassment and clashes in opinions. All these will bring nothing but act as the catalyst in broadenning the gap between both sex.

In addition, age does play an important role in deciding whether a conversation will work out or not, when both the person comunicating share the same characteristics. Age can create a sense of acceptance and at the same time, it can provoke a feel of disgusment. When people from different age stages converse, they may face the problemn of fully understand the topic throwned out by the opposite side. For example, if a teenagers who are having a hormone surge was asked to talk with an old hag, it will either end with one side dozing off or another suffering a high blood pressure. In the movie, Mr. Shi also find it hard to communicate to his daughter, Yilan due to the gap in their age.

Inspite all these barriers which will cause a further deterioration in human communication skills and ended up in an emotional war, what we can do is have a heart of thousand wills. We must never afraid of rejection. Although it is sure for it to be hard when you try to solve it, the results will prove that it is worth it if consistancy was shown. Besides, time is always the best resolution for an emotional war. While settling apart, it gives each other sufficient time to reconsider about the relationship. Subsequently, both sides will discover the root of the problem, if they were willing to try and tolerate. It is important to believe that everything can be solved, and listen to the others while lending your ears at the same time.

A line to cross?

2009-05-22T15:07:00.009+08:00

Every night that is empty and quite , two little shadows will be seen laying on the floor beside the wall in a market. If you have ears that are as sensitive as the one owned by my lecturer, then you will be able to hear some whispering of words or.... maybe sentences. The whispering sound is so soft until you can feel the air around you is suffocating you, if you are too focused in hearing the conversation.

Nights are cold and two stray cats were chatting to each others. One of the its name is 'Meuw-Meuw', while another is 'Mee-Mee'. As usual, they would chat about their recent life and the lives in the market would always be their topic. They would asked each others questions like

'How many fish each of them got in the morning?', 'Did any of them get bullied by the other stray cats?', 'How's the fishmonger's mood recently?', 'Are the fish fresh?', 'What's the best time to snatch fish from any of the market visitors?', 'What technique can be used to prevent themselves from being discovered?', 'How to 'meow' properly in order to attract people's attention?' and the list goes on.......

One night, Meuw-Meuw asked Mee-Mee a question in a slight tone of hesitation.

"Can I ask you a question? Meow~" (Don't laugh!)

"What's the matter? Is it about the mackerel or sardine?"

"Erm... it's about a line"

"Are you asking me the best fishing line to be used? I'm not clear with that, perhaps you can ask Meowy. He's more experienced in it."

''No... ... it's not that kind of line. It's the abstract kind of line."

"A line that is abstract? Did you take any Chivas just now?"

Meuw-Meuw seemed to be a little bit frustrated.

"It's not kind of line!! STUPID FUR-BALL!It's the line of relationship!"

"........"

They stayed in a motionless state for the next 20 seconds and Mee-Mee's expression was showing that it was stunned by Meuw-Meuw's respond.

"Sorry...erm.....I know I'm a bit over-reacted."

"... ... What line are you refering to just now?"

"Let's imagine...In the fairy world of a Tom and a Queen, there is an existance of a line between friendship and boy-girl-relationship(a.k.a. BGR). It is an extremely thin line, laying between that 2 types of relationship. In the past, there are numerous obstacles being placed on the line and all the possible access to boy-girl-relationship side were blocked."

(Meuw-Meuw clearing its throat)"hmm..hmmm"

"But, now.......Both Tom and Queen are gorwn-up, strong and there is no more obstacles nor any impediment that may stop them from accessing to the BGR side. What is more important is that Tom and Queen know each others very well. If you were Tom,will you cross it?"

For a cat who don't really like to use its brain in normal daily life, Mee-Mee hesitated for some time before it gave Meuw-Meuw it's reply.

"It depends on my intentions and the current situation. If there is an intention to further their relationship, then I would cross it. But, this will only happen if it is allowed by the situation."

"What should Tom do if there is a potential intruder? I mean another 'Tom' who's trying to approach Queen."

"It's the same. If Tom do not intend to further their relationship, then the new 'Tom' is nothing to their relationship. He will just like a part of Queen's life that Tom can never interfere."

"Well... ... I got it."

"What did you say just now?"

"Oh....meow~NOTHING!"

"Hahahaha......"

Sound of trucks carrying tonnes of fish, heading towards the market could be heard.....

It's not my day

2009-05-17T11:52:00.002+08:00

Recently, I felt that there is something wrong with myself. Whatever I did, I felt something is wrong with it.
Recently, I borrowed a Chemistry reference book from the library. It was bulky and heavy, though I found it quite informative and useful in making myself understand the basic theory in Chemistry. The bad news is I lost it. I brought it to college on last Monday. However, I think I forgotten to bring it back. I only discover about it when I planned to return it on the next day. If I am not mistaken, it's a book donated by someone and it has no price. Imagining it in the worst way, I have to pay at least RM200 for it. I tried to search for it every where I could think of and had asked everyone I could figured. The result is ZERO. I don't think I am going to find it anymore. Here goes my 200 ringgit Malaysia. It is going to burn a hole in my pocket. But, at least I learnt a lesson to be more cautious with the books I borrowed from library.
It's just not my day, glommy and grey.......

Flying dreams

2009-04-27T11:27:00.004+08:00

Last weekend, me and Nicholas went to a light exhibition at Annexe Gallery which was recommended by Derick. Only two of us went due to the homeowrk piling up like mountains. I know we should be doing homework in our rooms. But, life is not just about studies! We need some distraction too!! (this distraction was from Derick) Thank you!!!

One of my favourite piece of work is the one with numerous little flowers made from used plastic bottles. It's quite impressive for the artist to figure out the way to fold and shape the plastic bottles into flowers. They only use two staples to create a flower. Although this work piece was not as attractive as the others, which have LED light surrouding them, it gives me the feeling of "CHILDHOOD DREAM". When I first saw it, a Chinese song 紅蜻蜓(red dragonfly) comes straight to my mind.

紅蜻蜓Red Dragonfly

飛呀　飛呀　看那紅色蜻蜓飛在藍色天空

Fly! Fly! Watching that red dragonfly flying in the sky

遊戲在風中不斷追逐牠的夢

In the sky, he is playing with the wind while searching for his dreams.

天空是永恆的家　大地就是牠的王國

If the sky is his eternal home then the earth is his kingdom

飛翔是生活

Flying is LIFE

我們的童年也像追逐成長吹來的風

Our childhood growing at a speed of breeze

輕輕地吹著夢想　慢慢地昇空

Gently, it's blowing our dreams. Slowly, they rise to the sky

紅色的蜻蜓是我小時候的小小英雄

Red dragonfly, my little hero when I was small and shy.

多希望有一天能和牠一起飛

It was my dream to fly together with it, the red dragonfly.

當煩惱越來越多　玻璃彈珠越來越少

The worries in our lives are replacing the glass marbles of our childhood

我知道我已慢慢的長大了

I know I am growing up

紅色的蜻蜓曾幾何時也在我歲月慢慢不見了

No one knows when, my red little hero slowly dissapeared from my chilhood

我們都已經長大　好多夢正在飛

We already grown up and numerous dreams are flying

就像童年看到的紅色的蜻蜓

Like the red dragonfly I saw during my childhood

我們都已經長大　好多夢還要飛

We are grown up and there are numerous dreams waiting to fly

就像現在心目中紅色的蜻蜓

They are just like the red dragonfly in our mind

It has been a long time since I last listen to this song. It's about growing up, childhood lives and realizing dreams in our lives. The piece of light work remided me of how many dreams i had in my childhood, the things I believed, the things I liked and disliked, the things I owned, the things I played..... They are like the little flowers made from the plastic bottles, light and fragile. Dreams are light and fragile too. They can set off to the sky and top everything else in our lives. Yet, it may be too light until it stands no weight in our lives.I would like to call this piece of work "Flying dreams".

p/s:For further information about our trip, please visit my personal blog.

Question from Daredare & words from Mama

2009-04-17T12:12:00.007+08:00

Yesterday, in class, Derick talked about something related to an issue whether an issue is an issue to others. (I know it's confusing to read it, let me change it)
In class, Derick talked about an issue of 'Is an issue which is an issue to you is an issue to others?'. Actually he asked a rather mentally-retarded yet mind-boggling question.

"Do you think your pet has an issue? Your cat? Your dog? Your goldfish? Do they?"
"No...." As usual, the class answered in a monotone.
"Hmm...How do you know? Did your pet tell you that?" Derick tried not to sound challenging to us, a group of little innocent souls.
"NO......" As what have been expected, the class answered again in a monotone.
"Then, do you still think that your pets have no issues in their lives?" He looked quite satisfied as we answered his question according to the way he had expected we would.
"...pss...pss..pss..sss" I heard numerous whispering or should it called numerous complaints about stupidity of the question.

From this conversation, it reminded me of one of my principle in life.

"SIMPLIFY MY LIFE"

However, I managed to have this mindset only when I reached primary six. I think the influence mainly originated from my mother. She is a typical Chinese housewife. However, I can feel that she has a high inspiration in her life. It is poverty that had stripped off her dreams. Perhaps only those who have tasted the bitterness in a complicated life will truely understand the sweetness of a simple, decent life.

When I was small, I still remember how she would advised me and my twin brother when we had a fight. Instead of using the violent way like what my father is fond of doing, she will tell us how valuable is a relationship. She would always say that "做人不要太计较，凡事留一线，日后好相见". It is an advice to become a not-so-self-centered person. No matter what we are doing, what we are facing, we should treat everyone equally.(it's hard to do so, and I know I can't) Even, if someone has done something extremely harmful to your life, there is no need for you to take revenge or do something bad to go against him or her. It would be better for both of you to tolerate with each others so that you won't have a hard feeling to meet each others in future. It is hard to say that both of you will not meet in future because life is a cycle and it flows in a circle. What you pay, you will get it back for sure.

I feel that there is a connection between simplifying our lives and living a happy life. If you ask me for my opinion when there is an issue regarding our daily lives, you will find that I have to take some time to answer it. This is because I don't really use my brain much. I seldom think about how hard our lives can be. I try to arrange everything in a simpler mode and try not to demand too much from others. Although sometimes people will feel that I will loose out in the end, I will still go with it. Who knows the result might change? Just imagine if everything is an issue to you, will you lead a happy and cheerful life? Will you have a truthful relationship with others? Will you be able to sleep with contentment? How about simplifying your life and cherish your relationship with the people around you.

年年岁岁花相似，岁岁年年人不同

十年修得同船渡，百年修得共枕眠

(I found that it's rather hard for me to express my feeling in English)

Ms. Tan

2009-04-13T11:07:00.004+08:00

In my almost-twelve-year of education, I have met many kinds of teachers and lecturers. They range from newly graduated freshies to very-soon-retiring old birds. They played two important roles in my life.
The first form teacher I met in standard one was Ms. Tan Yuk Lian(it means lotus flower made from jade). She was a Chinese lady, probably in her thirties with gigantic bossoms just like the one illustrated in 'BOY'. I still remember one of my friends always tell us that she had a plastic surgery because my friend's father was a friend of the doctor who had operated on her.The first time she entered our class, I could felt her arrogance (and imbalance due to her BIG bossoms), although she tried to be friendly and acted as cute as possible by saying "同学们早安！”(translation: "Good morning my fellow students!") Her voice was so loud until we could hear it echoing in the air.
Ms. Tan's teaching method was rather different from other teachers. As you know, primary school teachers are always multi-talented. They can be given the job of teaching Mathematics, Chinese, Moral Education, Art and a few more subjects at the same time. When we are having Chinese lesson, she will ask us to go to the front of the classroom. We will surround her and sit down. Then, she will conduct her lesson in the way of story telling. On the other hand, when she was teaching Mathermatics, she will talk in a serious tone as if she was informing us about one's death. No one have ever questioned her about anything regarding Mathematics because we knew that if we do, she will spend the rest of her time nagging the wholoe class for not paying attention.
Her daily class routine was to teach in the first half session and she will distribute some homework for us to complete after reccess. When it is almost 4.30 pm, we will queue up altomatically and walk to the hall for the climax of everyday. Ms. Tan was the teacher in-charge of the dancing club in my primary school. Every afternoon, she has to coach the dancers from the morning session while they are practicing in the hall. When we had a class with her, we are made to go to the hall to do our homework while watching the dancers practicing on their new dance. I am still wondering how I struggled through those days of laying on the floor in the hall to complete our homework while listenning to the music played by the dancers. A few of us even ended up joining the dancing club.
Generally, I like her way of teaching but not her unpredictable mood swing. When she had a bad day, the whole class would be able to sense it. She will walk into the class with the face of a rotten tomato with flies around it. The moment she noticed something wrong from our faces, she will call you out and your ears will be swelling for the whole week. On the contrary, if she had a perfect mood on that day, she would apply an unbearable amount of perfume and no matter what we did on that day, she would just sweep it under the carpet. I would consider her a typical primary school teacher.

2V-1G-2F

2009-03-29T15:19:00.003+08:00

Sometimes, blogging is not just to submit homework. The number of posts and how often you blog are not the main aim of blogging. I only blog when I feel like blogging. (creating excuses for not posting any post last week）

This weekend, one of my secondary schoolmate visited me. His name is 'YOU' and currently studying sound and music in Lim Kok Wing University. Last time, I knew him through my brother. His impression in my mind is always some one with around 160 cm waving his hand as hard as possible when he saw his friend，as if he is going to break his hand. He is the youngest in his family while I am the eldest. He is one of the friends who I managed to remain in connection after years leaving school.

It's a long journey from Cyberjaya to Bandar Utama. It always take him around 2-3 hours to reach Bandar Utama. Since he does not have any class on Thursday and Friday, he decided to depart to my place on Friday morning. He reached One-Utama at around 3 p.m. We met at MPH and hang around the mall before we watch a movie. It was an amature movie directed by a Singaporean young director.

There was no breath-catching special effect being used in the movie. It was neither starred by famous international movie actor and actresses. It was a movie which describes three different stories which develop from 3 total different backgrounds. Later, the story continued with all the chracters facing the peak and trough in their lives. It reaches the climax of the movie when the director skilfully connected all the characters in the movie. I like this movie because there is no breath-taking special effects being used. The director paid mre attention onto the story line and the action of every characters, even a tiny little gesture. The movie title is "GONE SHOPPING". A story of modern human being's lifestyle, a tale of simple things which grow in a complicated ways in a big city on a small island called Singapore. I would rate this movie 8 out of 10. But, I don't think everyone will agree with me.After the movie, we walked back to hostel. Evening was drizzling.

Later, around 8 o'clock, we went to a house called "Connexion". There was a coffee house session. People were performing while the audiences were chatting while listening. Daniel performed that night. I could feel his nervousness through his voice, but "well done!" brother! I am sure you can do it better！ We had a great night and we walked back to hostel around 11.30pm. We had some chatting until one of us fell asleep.

On the next day, we planned to go over to his place after taking lunch. However, plan was changed. We decided to make it a music trip. A trip to 988's live broadcast at One-Utama, in a recording room called 'V-studio' near the Rainforest region. We had a great time watching the DJs- Ah Loke and May hosting the weekly broadcast. On that day, Lee Shyn Yee, an actress, host and singer attended with the accompany of Crossfire, a new local all-guy band. Having artists performing LIVE infront of you is sure a pleasure, espeacially after weekes haunted by out assingments (one of it is DOCUMENTARY).

Later, we visited the musical festival at the Ground floor near the Old Wing in One-Utama. We swept some CDs and VCDs. You bought a local band's CD called 2V 1G. It's made up of 2 female and 1 male artistes. What does the band name mean? It's an abbreviation for 2 voices and 1 guitar. We decided to stay until 8 pm after being informed that there will be a small concert and the band is coming to perform.

the guitarist - Roger WANG

(it's rare to find someone who shares the same surname with me)

The 2 voices - Winnie Ho and Regin Tai

Time is hanging in the air.....my watch showing the time - 1600. We headed to MPH, a place for studious people. A place perfect to gain more knowledge without paying (and a perfect place to take a nap since it's so quite).

When the clock striked 6, we had our dinner at the Jusco food court. When the clock striked 7, we were still strolling along the corridoor, aimless. When the clock striked 8, we were standing infront of the stage, waiting the 2V-1G to appear. Surprisingly, they made it at 8.05pm, but short of one voice. Are they Singaporean or Malaysian artistes? Perhaps they are half-blooded. (hehe...)

Without further ado, they introduced themselves and get started to their performance. They were having their own good time performing on the stage while the audiences had theirs on the ground. People were singing. People were listening. People were enjoying. Shuttlebugs were flashing their lights.......I was observing. Brothers and sisters were sitting on the ground, listening to the songs. Married couples were hugging each other, imagining themselves in a ballroom. Mother was explaining to his banana-son the meaning of the lyrics. (for your information, most of the song 2V-1G sang were Chinese) There was a muti-cultural family consisted of two races. They were falling deep into the songs, especially the Mom. In the end, when the concert ended, she bought one copy of the CD and told the salesgirl
"I don't know what they're singing but I like the way they sing"

Suddenly, I felt KL is like a land of fortune, with numerous lost souls. People come here, hoping to carve niche in their careers, dreaming of earning their first bucket of gold, meeting the miracles in their lives,having a taste of the rich and wealthy.........some ended up lost. We are not really, really, really, really..... closed t each other but there are similar things among us, even the differences are similar(crap...) . In the end, we are not really, really, really, really that far from each others.

2V-1G?
Nope,
mine is "2V-1G-2Friends."

COMMENT-nasai...

2009-03-16T10:26:00.004+08:00

This post is specially direct to my not-so-beloved lecturer but instead the s0-called-respected Mr. Derick Tenh (is my nose growing again?....haha) and my fellow readers and friends. Due to my lackadaisical attitude and being a luddite, I didn't notice that my lovely and adorable blog readers couldn't actually post their comments on my posts. Until last week, I was so free and created a chatbox thinking of spice up my blog. Then only I noticed that this is not a rubbish disposal centre or perhaps some of you take it that way?

Frankly speaking, I rarely check out the comments in this blog (FYI, I have another blog) until Ginger told me that there are some shout out in my chatbox. When i read it, then only I knew that I have found a few coordinators for my rubbish disposal centre. (Just kidding!)

About my posts, seriously, I have never thought that Derick will read them and try to comment on them. (ahermm....you know what I mean. Don't you?) But, I really appreciate that you have read them and tried to comment on them. I tried to contradict myself... AGAIN. I know that you had tried your BEST. Gathering all the strength which could possibly be found in your body in every muscles cells, epithelial cells and in every nucleolus existed in your cells in order to move your massive skeletal system. With all the energy you had merely gathered, you tried to drag your mouse, drop it on the "comment" and ......

"aAAARRRR...HHHHhh....hhhh!!!!" (echoing)

Finally, you clicked on it.

"HURRAY!!!!......"

When you read until here, please give yourself a loud applause !!!

I know that you had waited for ages for the computer to reply. (I think there's some problems with my calculation. Ms. Effa!!! How to count ages?by seconds?) I know that it made you sweat even in your room with the air-conditioner switched to the lowest temperature. This showed your hardwork. This showed your passion in teaching. This showed your enthusiasm in bringing up Malaysians' education system. This showed that you cared for the younger generation future, dreams and success. You had done your obligation as a lecturer. You had inspired another student to blog more often. You had taught a student nothing is impossible (except sometimes you will failed to comment on some one's blog). You showed that you know what you're doing (it means you know where to click in order to comment).

You!......You!......YOU!!!! You had a high expectation on it (refering the process of commenting). You hope that it won't dissapoint you. You hope that it will understand the sacrifices you had made (like unable to spend more time with your girlfriend, although the whole proccess just take you 5-10 minutes). But, sometimes life just won't turn out to be what you have expected. There are risks. There are numerous challenges. There are failures everywhere. There are dissapointments and broken hearts everywhere.

But, thank God. I know I have a lecturer like you......

Komen-nasai, Mr. Derick

죄송합니다, 씨 데릭 (from Google translate)
bekümmert, Herr Derick (from Google translate)

Tuan Derick, sila ampunkan hamba atas sebrang silap dan salah.

饶命啊！大人！！是小人无知。我立刻掌嘴。。。...

Sorry, but you won't be able to comment. Don't ask me why, I'm a luddite. Just use the chatbox. Thanks for wasting your precious time on this piece of junk. A nice day you won't have, will you?

p/s: statements which could be found above are just

simply the result of excessive exaggeration and understatement

A perfect match with my previous post...get it?

2009-03-13T16:24:00.003+08:00

Some blogs are something that able to catch your eyes while some are just a piece of SH!T! even the recycle center also reject them. Ok....this morning, my beloved lecturer, Mr. Derick (vomit.....is my nose growing longer?) told us to do something. Just like the blogs I mentioned just now. He wanted us to make this sentence as interesting and attracting as possible.

"Today is a rainy day"

"ti-ti...ti-ti...ti-Ti...Ti-Ti...TI-TITI-TITITI-TITttttttttttt......"

I stopped it although it's legs which are uneven in length were just sitting right at the middle of the numbers 6 and 5. I still could hear my roomate's faint snoring sound. Other than that, everything was silent. Woke up, then I walked to my study table and sit there just like what I always do when I first wake up. My lips were dry and they cracked. They were protesting at me and asked me to let them meet their husbands. Intentionally, I put my fingers at the waist of my water bottle. I could feel the rigidness around every inch of it's body. It was cold and I could feel that there is something emotional inside it. Or is it everywhere?

I looked outside the coold metal grilled window. Unconsciously, I held my left hand on the curtain and something was wrong! I could not see the bright orange cloth which I always notice when I opened the windows. It was heavier and it's colour was closer to maroon. Tears were dripping at the lower part of it's skirt. "Did you cry?" "I was bullied by H2o...."

Feeling that there's nothing I could do, I left my study table. I brushed my teeth and ate my breakfast. My coffee cooled down faster than usual. After I had tidied up my room and packed my books and lecturers' notes, I put on my slippers and walked out the door.

"Damn it!" I changed my slippers into shoes because it's too slippery to walk in slippers, especially when there's pools of water. Actually, it was raining.

Something I wanted to express:
-it's cold and the wind was quite dry although it rained

Sorry, I can't go further. I felt like ... ... I'm exposing my own personal life....haha. Actually, I tried to find an end for this story but I had no idea. Hope my not-so-beloved-lecturer will comment something. As if........

Ways to make your blog sucks!!

2009-03-10T12:29:00.003+08:00

Blog is just like an electronic diary which you can access and ammend it by using Internet. However it has many other functions besides as a diary. Political leaders will use it to spread their propaganda and attract more followers. Students will take it as a stage for them to pour out all their frustration and anger towards their teachers and schoolmates. On the other hand, housewives may use it to share their secret recipe and talk about how desperate being housewives in their own house. While for me, blog does not has a particular purpose. I write what I like and there's no fixed frame or format for it. In this post I would like to share some tips to make your blog SUCKs!!

First of all, fixed a format or a style for you to write your blog. For example, you can placed yourself within a range set by your lecturers and follow every sequence he had arranged. (sounds so farmiliar.....XD) Just make it as rigid as possible and use every formal words with high auxiliary. (did I use it correctly?....)

Secondly, set the frequency for you to write your blog. You can set a time period, for example a week or every 5 days, you have to come out with a post. You must force yourself to produce one even though there's nothing to write about, except crap.

Thirdly, always write something that others hardly understand. You can search for numerous chemical equations or physics formulae and post it from time to time. I'm sure your blog will be the favourite of the professionals. (as if.....)

Besides that, a blog can't survive without advertisements. In order to cover the emptyness of your blog, you must fill every corner of your blog with endless list of advertisements. They can range from advertisements on shops, restaurants, online dating, online chatting, e-shops, e-tourism, education, gaypub, lessbian society, even undergarments..... etc. In short, just filled your page with advertisements and make every visitors drowned in sea of sophisticated advertisements. Hope that their eyes will pop out very soon...hehe!

Next, make the font size as small as possible. Always publish your post using the smallest font size in order to increase the severity of your readers' short-sightedness. Make the all the lines cramp together and make their eyes tangle up.

Last but not least, make your blog looked and read like a diary. This is the most deadliest way of killing your readers. Within a minute, you will be able to make your readers doze off with their saliva pouring out like river on the keyboard. Then, it will cause a short circuit and the PC will be bust off!! "BOOM!!!..." (hyperbole)

(=__= lll)

That's all, hope that you will be able to make your post as boring as possible. What a lousy study log.....haizx.....

An unforgettable love

2009-02-28T18:15:00.006+08:00

Among all the girls I had date before, there is one who I hate the most. Her name is Kaemie. Actually, I don't really know her much. She's just like the advertisements on the television, looked real but actually is the deceiving one. Why I say so? Wait! Let me tell you how I met her first.

I was only 15 in that year when I was asked to choose which group of girls I want to date in future. Since I liked Science a bit more than Art, I chose to enter the group of Science. During the first date, I was introduced to four new girls - Eddietionel Mat, Bie-yo, Fizzycs and her. She was the one who left the faintest impression on me in our first date. I still remember I was given the so called the best matchmake in Malaysia to guide me in knowing them better. Although Eddietionel Mat has a weird name and personalities, but she was very attractive in a complicated way. Meanwhile, I also fel in love with Bie-yo and Fizzycs who also had a weird name and soon we get engaged and form a family. However, the more I tried to understand about Kaemie, the more I realised myself in not understanding her. Soon, our relationship faded and I don't call her Kaemie anymore. Instead, I called her Ms. Kill-me. I know that I can't live my life without her. Her presence was just like the air around us. I can't feel it, but I need it to live on.

After one year of living with the four girls, the hatred inside me towards Kaemie grew stronger and deeper. Whenever there's festive season, I would spend most of my time, approachingher to know more about her family background. Unfortunately, I know nothing more but her uncles were devided into Groups while her aunts were separated by different Periods. What a strange family......

I had a very unstable marriage. My relationship with Eddietionel Mat and Bie-yo ended abruptly after two years because the JPA department (Jabatan Perkahwinan Awam) found out that they sommitted adultery without my notice and possesed a possibility of transmitting STD. We divorced due to the threat they had on the family. Untill today, I am still tied to Fizzycs and Ms. Kill-me. I have no reason why I still had a relationship with Kaemiebecause I have no favour in her. My heart only belongs to Eddietionel Mat, Bie-Yo and Fizzycs.

Two days more, and I will faced HER again.......

Life is hard,

love is really hard.

Don't misundertand.....

When someone you trust....

2009-02-21T08:15:00.002+08:00

This morning, my lecturer talked about something which I was told before. I am not sure how my lecturer linked the topic to the exercise in the textbook or whatever we were discussing at the beginning. (I'm really impressed by his skill of relating directly related things and topics, keep it up! Mr. Derick! There's just one more opponent to be beat!! WAY TO GO!! But,I won't tell you who he/she is....let you investigate it by yourself) So, what did he mentioned?

At first, we touched on the questions in the paper slip he gave us in the class (I think...). But, if I'm not mistaken, after he mentioned about a question relating the ownership of guns in America, he started to lead us into that topic. "Not everyone around you can be trusted."With the serious expression of his and the face which was actually only a few years older than us, he said, "I know something better than you all. Being just a few years older, I have experienced it and went through it". He just threw everything out (although not really everything) and with the tone of a middle-aged-man, he advised us "Don't judge a book by it's cover" which he eventually repeated it for three times. "Don't judge a book by it's cover","Don't judge a book by it's cover". The whole class just sat there starring at him while listening to his advice. (It's kind of creepy if he does this every time he enters the class) "Trust me, not everything which looked nice from the outside is nice. Things always turn out to be the opposite one" "Maybe a few will start to show their true colours in the end of this sem, I'm not trying to....erm...you know what I mean, don't you?"...... Still...... Everybody was sitting still, like rocks, pausing in the middle of silence for a few seconds......still.

"Okay!"

Everything just resumed at the fastest speed as if we were trying to avoid from that topic. Class continued as if nothing happened but I could still hear the sound of the air-conditioner. This is how the topic started and ended briefly, just a bit slower than Tachibanna's death.(only AUSMAT students know this)

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In my eighteen years and almost eight months living on this Earth, not many people told me about these things. People seemed to avoid it, very hard. Mr. Derick, you are not the first one nor the second I have heard from. The first one was from a girl in a camp which I attended when I was Form 4. It's a motivation camp held by INTI college in Penang and a few schools were asked to send some students to attend it. I attended with my brother and a few friends. (Ah Beng went too!!) It was a 2 day and a night camp. Generally, it's the first time I realised how weak am I in conversing in English.

On the first night of the camp at around 10, we had a sharing session called "DROP". (or whatever name, as long as it's EMO) Before the session starts, we were asked to explore the college compound by our own, majorly the field and places which had no light or dimly lit. While we were exploring the place, we were asked to find our own seat and sit therere, close our eyes and let our mind be empty, while listenning to the surrounding sound. I chose a tree at the side of the basketball field facing the college and sat down. It was almost completely silent, just the sound of leaves being blown by the wind. (FOR YOUR INFORMATION, the premise of INTI is located on a small hill. arhh..sounds like Ms. Prema....for your information)During that period of sitting under the tree, that's the first time I felt so lonely, helpless. My mind just felt so EMPTY. I don't know why, but I just don't like that kind of feeling. Although I felt that my brain was empty, I stil can feel something. I just don't know how to describe.

(eight minutes passed....) We heard the sound of the whistle being blowed faintly from far. It's a sign of the beginning of the sharing session. We gathered and sat down again, in a circle. A candle was lighted by the trainer. "Now, all of you can share whatever you wish to share at here. Anything. Just hold the candle and voice it out..." In my mind, I was thinking "Are you joking, only nerds do that. Besides, you're not my friends or my family members. Why should I?" Looked like everybody was having the same mindset as mine, unwilling to pour out anything, not even a drop of it. In order to make us voice out, the trainer started to talked about his life, career, family, studies, hobbies, love, troubles met by him.......everything. After he had finished his sharing, miraculously, one of the participants took the candle from him. It was a she, a girl from Jit Sin private high school, have dark skin and was short. She talked about how she feels in school who had been the top three in her school but later deteriorates. Later, a few more participants shared about their life and opinion. Then, it was the turn of that girl I mentioned earlier.

She was my teamate and her name was Eunice, a Chinese girl from Penang Chinese Girl School. (I don't think Jaevon will know her because she's an art student) While I first met her in the camp, I get the impression of cheerful and bubly. She always smiles and was rather chatty. But, she was like another person when she shared her schoolife. She said she had a best friend who always be with her since primary school until secondary school. They did their homework, watched movies, went for jogging, talked about craps and boys, attended camp, did their revision and many other things which would be done together by a pair of good friends. They developed a strong friendship between each other but things don't always end in the way you wanted it to end. After PMR, they need to choose which stream to study. Both of them chose to go into the art stream but they were arranged in different classes. For the first time, they were separated. She paused for a while before continuing her story. She said she started to notice that how much her friend had changed. She told us that her result was not bad among all the art students but her friend who used to be the better one started to show the sign of deteriorating. Their friendship faded in just half a year. Unlike those years before, they don't cycle together anymore, they won't call each other in the middle of the night to gossip about school events and they just don't feel like friends anymore. She said she tried to talked to her friend, but everything seemed to just fall further apart while she was trying to go deeper into their problems. Her friend who was overwhelmed with envy and hatred was no longer a friend to her and . She tried to let go but she just can't let a freindship which lasted for years just fall like that. She still grip it deeply in her heart. Things had not ended.

In a few months later, she hit a low again in her student life. The rumours of she's betraying her boyfriend spead like wildfire spreading in the dry bush in the desert. (she has a boyfriend) Later, they broke up. It was not the worst until she discovered that her boyfriend turned to her friend. She had a doubt in their relatioship. She confronted her frined and finally her friend admitted that the rumour was spread actually by her. The reason was jealousy. That's the first time she understood how it feels when you were betrayed by the one you trusted though she does not deserve your trust.

She stopped at that point and we heard nothing but the weeping sound of her.Before she passed the candle the candle to others, she said "Why? Why can't our relationship endure the corrosion of time?....It won't........ I thought we will." Her face sinked into darkness.
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That was the first time i ponder about therelationship among human beings. It is strong, yet weak. It can last forever while few just last for years. It can bring joy and spice up your life, yet it gives someone the knife to hurt you again and again.......Do you trust the people around you? I won't say it out, it's not my culture,just like what Tachibanna say, "You don't say it. When you say it, its not true."

Memories!

A tale from the Cape of Flower(1)

2009-02-05T07:13:00.008+08:00

Approximately 112 kilometers south from the island where giant eagles are famous for, there lies a 'Pearl of Orient'. There is a small world enclosed inside that pearl. In the year of 1958, October 9th, a boy was borned in a place called 'Cape of Flower'. After his parents had consulted advices from their relatives, he was named 'gifted with blessings and happiness', hopping that he will bring great happiness to the family. It was a big family and the Father owned two wives, the boy was the younger wive's second son.

The boy was very obedient and obey everything his mothers told him to do. He was called 'potato' because he was always being asked by his mother to sit beside the cupboard in the kitchen when he was small. He would just obey. Technology was not as advanced as today and the family was just a middle-income family. The family expenditure was not supported by the Father but the 2 wives. What the Father knew was asking more money from his wives to gamble and he was even been given a nickname - GIGANTIC CANDLE. It means you will never able to blow off his passion and addiction to gambling. (yes..yes...metaphore)

Therefore, in order to ensure their children will not starve to death, both the mothers had to work during day and night. The elder wife which was called 'Tua Mak' was in-charge of selling goods at the market. The goods she sold vary from time to time, depending on what the family can produce.(Econ students, bring in your production possibility curve) She sold Chinese cakes and cookies, pork, poultry, clothes, some tradsional Chinese tit bits and herbs, chicken and duck eggs, fruits like papaya, bananas, rambutans, starfruits and maggoes.......She was good in business and manage to earn the income which was enough to support the family of 13. On the other hand, the younger wive was given the responsible to take care of all the house hold chores ranging from taking care of the domestic fowl and pigs. Besides she had to find the raw materials used to produce all the goods. When the income earned from the business was not enough to cover the family expenses, the wives would work at a rubber estate as part-time workers. It was a hard time for the two wives, but they knew that even it was not for their husband, they must consider of their children's future. They manage to maintain the stability of the family for the next 20 years. Most of their children including that 'gifted with blessings and hapiness' boy. He was already in his twenties. Happy moments was like a piece of maple leaf carried in the wind, which will drop onto the ground in the end.

The elder wife died of unknown reason after the death of her son-in-law.

It was just 30 days from the Chinese New Year. Bright red, big, spherical lantern was replaced by the white, faint quadrate lantern. The atmosphere was filled with sorrow and they went through their most unforgetable Chinese New Year in their life. Two pictures were added to the wall in the parlour.Life is hard then, but life still had to be continued.......

ByeBye!!

2009-01-16T14:05:00.007+08:00

It has been a long time since I last mentioned about my housemate in my blogs(the other blog of mine). Now I would like to share it with my fellow friends and lecturer again.

He is a China Chinese, aged around 22, thin and had a fair skin. He did not gave me a good impression when we first met. It was an ordinary Saturday afternoon. As usual, I was washing my clothes(before I bought a washing machine). He came in into our room accompanied by Mr. Bukhori, our warden. At first I thought that he was my roomate, so I did not bothered about him and continue with my laudry. While I was rubbing my jeans, I heard a heavy Bei Jing accent Mandarin which required myriad tounge rolling techniques combined with some kind of China dialect which I do not understand. The sound got closer and closer......

Suddenly, a head appeared from behind the door, with a lighted cigarete on it. It was him-Jun Yee. The first time our eyes met, I straight knew that he was a typical China Chinese, the one with slit eyes. In Beijing-accent Mandarin, he said:

"Hi!!Would you like to smoke?"
"No, thanks. I don't smoke."
"Are you sure? Why? Come on, have one...(he pulled out one from the cigarette box)"

Deep in my heart, I heard myself coming out with all kinds of harsh words in all languages I know - Chinese, Malay, English, Hokkien, Hakka, Cantonese, Tamil......But, of course I was still able to hold my head. I answered him decently. "Sorry, I really don't smoke"
"Oh.....I see. But can you let me use the toilet for a while?I've been holding it for hours on the plane."
This is how we met.

Later, my impression on him became worse. He brought girls back to his room and they stayed in his room until the next morning. My roomate and I slept earlier since that China guy appeared in our daily life, afraid of hearing something that we are not supposed to hear because of the poor sound absorbance of the wall in hostel.(We are innocent!!) But, we did'nt hear anything.

Besides his lustful lifestyle, my roomate and I were also irritated by his habit of smoking. When he first came, I helped him to find money changer and bought him a handphone number. While we went to 7-eleven to get him some groceries, we had a small chat. He told me that he is very generous which indirectly means that he likes to show off his wealth. I knew that it would be a hard time for us to stay together under the same roof for a long period because he SMOKES! Days living together with him was like hell. We tried to negotiate with him so that he would smoke outside the room but it was like asking an ox to play a piano.

Actually being lustful and smoking were not as shocking as another habit of his - flaunting. He was sure a generous China man and even flaunted his body proudly every time he takes his bath. Can you imagine this? Three innocent under-aged teenages sitting together in a room, chatting about things heppened in college with the room door opened widely. Can you? How about this : Later, a naked China Chinese man appeared at the room door and starred blankly at them for a few seconds? This is the first night the Chinese guy stepped his feet on the land of Malaysia. Sadly, it was also the first time the three innocent teenages' eyes being polluted by pornographic scene. It was shocking, wasn't it? But God created Man with an ability to adapt to his environment no matter how harsh it is or should I say 'How dirty it is'. After a week, that scene had became part of their daily routine. It's already an attraction to that room which was later called - Heaven for Ornithologists. End of the story. Let's go back to my story.

Fortunately, that Chinese guy who was my housemate didn't stay long in Malaysia. A few things happened during his time in Malaysia. His girlfriend went mad and he knew that he can no longer stay in Malaysia. In the end, he made a decision that relieved me and my roomate. He went back to China. This is the wisest decision he had made since he came to Malaysia, I think. Now, a foreign guy moved into his room, either an Iranian or Suddanese. So far everything is still fine and I hope that the current situation will not change.

Byebye Jun Yee!!

Learning log

2009-01-09T14:46:00.005+08:00

Date: 9 January 2009

Topic of lesson: Learning log

Without knowing, I am already 9 days away from home in my college. School has started and it gets even more hectic than before. Leisure time was like a stranger to me as my daily planning was filled with school work and sometimes there will be some from the Student Council. Therefore, effective learning plays a more important role in my life than ever. I usually study at my own desk in the hostel but when the exam is near, I would go the the living hall at the third floor in the hostel and have a group study. I prefer a place where the air-ventilation is good together with an excellent lighting but not air-conditioned. The living hall is well-ventilated with numerous windows but the lighting is rather pathetic which will cause those who study there to have short-sightedness.

Actually there is no particular time for me to study as long as there is a will and the lecturer has good interactive skills. But I do prefer to have class in morning and I do not mind even the class is six in the morning. In contrast, having classes in the afternoon, especially between 1.00 pm to 4 p.m. would give me the feeling like having class in Hell! Even when the air-conditioner is switched to the maximum, I can still feel the heat outside the room as if it is burning my eyes. I do not have a particular time which I can study most effetively, but I am sure that i will never choose afternoon. The worst had come true this year. It is really mentally and physically challenging when my lecturer is giving tutorial infront of the classroom and I have to gather all my strength to lift up my eyelids. I think after the first semester, I would be able to lift a 250ml bottle just using my eyelids.

It is also important to have a break between my study. I cannot continue to study for longer than 45 minutes unless there is a two-way interaction, whether it is between me and the lecturers or my friends. When I am having my own revision, I have to walk around after studying for 45 minutes or else I will fall asleep. I am not the bookworm type of students. I have no special favour in books.

The BIGGEST distraction that I fear the most is my bed. For your information, it is just beside my study table. Everytime, it will try its best to seduce me together with its companian - bolster. Whenever my nerve is weaker, I will fall for it. "4......3......2......1......." and you will hear the sound of inhaling and exhaling deeply. That is why when the exam is nearby, I have to go to the living hall to study.

Most of the time, I would only emphasize on one type of assignment unless the assignment is too short or too easy (I know this will never happen). Instead of finishing them all in one shot, I would rather plan them out properly. However, I do not think that I can apply this kind of method anymore in doing my assingments as they will be coming in bunch. When the time is running out, I am not sure how much I can achieve in one evening because I have never tried it. Perhaps I will, in future.

Last but not least, my own principle for rewards is "nothing works better than getting a feedback from lecturers, especially the positive one". Perhaps that is the type of reward that can motivate my self the most. Maybe others would demand for something expensive but to me, it would be better if there is some positive feedback from my lecturers when I hand in anything. Even when I did something wrong, I hope they can point it out in a more subtle way. In short, it will be the best if the reward is a small gift accompanied with some feedback from the lecturers' themselves.

Figurative language: Her ears are just like those found on a fox, standing firmly in the air, catching all the wind around her.