had lab session today..on Christmas eve somemore..thank God for this lab no need to do report..supposed to do protein models today n link up to make beta sheets etc..my lab partner abandoned me after knowing i add Cystine in my protein..sigh..so kelian..luckily keli 'adopted' me..hehe..well, starting to miss my friends ad..sigh..anyway MERRY CHRISTMAS n HAPPY NEW YEAR to all..
SiEnz
Today is the hottest day in the year..in Dec somemore!!sigh..then the water was cut for GOd-noes-wat reason..stupid pollution now the whole world's weather is changed..used to haf cool wind and plenty of rain around this time of the year..but look at the weather now..more n more unpredictable..sigh..making my day lagi worst..still on my way to be a ball..think i'm going to succeed soon..think got to stop here for now..hungry.......
My HOlidays!!
well..i noe i've been missing all this while..hehe..sorry lor..my holidays were a lot more fun n less meaningful than miss Lai Elyne..hehe..
first of all cos i did not haf any part time jobs during the holidays although my mum kept on bugging me to find one..u may say that i'm lucky cos no need work only relax at home but then hor i think staying at home like me all the time very dangerous ler..sigh..i'm dangerously becoming like a ball..just went n measure my waist..guess how much..u guys sure wont believe one..
my waist is now 30 inch..scary man..even larger than my mum..sigh..now cant wear any nice baju ad..sigh..damn bored at home n i'm kinda like detach from the world for a long time ad..dunno wat's going on..very sien lar..ok lor tat's all for now..jus feel like dropping a few words cos got ppl scold me for being so lazy ad..wont be blogging for a long long time..cos erm..malas lor..as usual..hehe..on the whole hoidays are great except tat i hef my whole figure ruined..sigh..
Post Exam Syndrome
I’m seriously damn bored now..stucked in IMU for no reason..sigh..just came back from my lecturer’s room..been in there for nearly 2 long gruelling hours..dun be mistaken, I’m not being grounded..was supposed to collect my draft from him..so how long does it takes to collect a draft?? From my past experience, I would have told u the most it takes is 15 minutes (including all the explanation from ur lecturer)..
but today I spent two hours in his room..sigh..strange huh..it’s because he haf not marked my draft n is marking it right in front of me today... ish.. damn pissed off..wasted my whole day.. doesn’t really matter oso lar.. was going to rot soon due to boredom.. I actually handed him my draft 2 months ago n he din even bother to read it..the system here really sux..
here we are rushing for datelines etc n the lecturers are taking their own sweet time doing their stuff..cant they be more responsible..sigh..my post exams periods are not fun at all..yesterday right after that neno paper set by a very neno lecturer, I intend to go midvalley to enjoy myself.. in the end I ended up having to avoid people I noe..sigh..terrible huh.. but it’s really damn awkward to see them lar..nothing to tok and for a person who LOVES toking so much, it’s a torture..
so ended up in MPH (after exams..can u imagine tat??)well was having a nice quiet noon there reading books till agnes came..hehe..thanks people(agnes, elyne, tze yan n yee huey) for tat lovely gift..was a surprise..then walk around the mall wif yee huey aimlessly.. planned to watch movie but lady luck was not on my side.. went home after dinner..was dead tired but still went all over the place in bt jalil..was enjoying myself..
FINALLY..was damn tired n went to bed late..woke up damn late today..n went out wif agnes..then came back n sit for two hours in a lecturer's room, staring at him while all my frens are all out with a date..sigh..pooor single me...
What the Modern Woman Wants
This story is written by a 15-year-old Singaporean, Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen, from Raffles Girls' School, who won the top prize in the Commonwealth Essay Competition that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries. Her short story focuses on the conflict in values between an old woman and her independent-minded daughter. Damn nice..read it and tell me how u feel..hehe..
THE old woman sat in the back seat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it might be kidnapped by the wind.
She was not used to such speed. With trembling hands she pulled the seat belt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her calloused fingers. Her daughter had warned her not to dirty it: 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'
Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance', 'liquidation', 'assets', 'investments'. Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval.
'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.
'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily towards the back seat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter.
'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretense and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.
Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view mirror, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.
'Hello Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'
Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten.
'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the Ancient Relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'
Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend. 'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'
The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat and made her unhurried way to the main hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.
'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.
The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick. She knelt down solemnly and whispered her now-familiar daily prayer to the gods.
'Thank you, God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years.
Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh (dialect for Caucasian man).
'Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness.
'I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.
'What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.'
The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.
Finally, with her head bowed in reverence, she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes. She bowed once more.
The old woman had been praying for her daughter for 32 years. When her abdomen was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.
Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably a girl.
Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.
Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man.
She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen.
She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu (old-fashioned in Chinese). She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.
Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness.
The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter leaves the earth, everything she has will count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions.
The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: that her daughter be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry.
Being at the top is not good, the woman thought. There is only one way to go from there - down. The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon (rice vermicelli) in front of the altar.
Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too - idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life. Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her, and leave her an empty soulless shell at the altar.
The old lady watched her joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern women nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern women nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.
Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.
They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before.
'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to find a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road. Once we move in to our apartment, we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'
The old woman nodded knowingly.
Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out - but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a home. There's one near Hougang, it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'
The old woman did not raise an eyebrow.
'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there. You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself.
This time, the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers traced the white seat.
'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view mirror for her mother. 'Is everything okay?'
What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended. 'If it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.
'It's for you Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow. I already got the maid to pack your things,' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.
'I knew everything would be fine.'
Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now.
She had everything a modern woman ever wanted: money, status, career, love, power and now, freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down - yes, she was free.
Her phone buzzed urgently; she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10-per-cent increase!' Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her...
And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her handphone screen, the old woman in the back seat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.
THE old woman sat in the back seat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it might be kidnapped by the wind.
She was not used to such speed. With trembling hands she pulled the seat belt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her calloused fingers. Her daughter had warned her not to dirty it: 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'
Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance', 'liquidation', 'assets', 'investments'. Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval.
'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.
'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily towards the back seat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter.
'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretense and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.
Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view mirror, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.
'Hello Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'
Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten.
'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the Ancient Relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'
Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend. 'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'
The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat and made her unhurried way to the main hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.
'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.
The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick. She knelt down solemnly and whispered her now-familiar daily prayer to the gods.
'Thank you, God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years.
Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh (dialect for Caucasian man).
'Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness.
'I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.
'What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.'
The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.
Finally, with her head bowed in reverence, she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes. She bowed once more.
The old woman had been praying for her daughter for 32 years. When her abdomen was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.
Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably a girl.
Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.
Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man.
She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen.
She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu (old-fashioned in Chinese). She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.
Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness.
The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter leaves the earth, everything she has will count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions.
The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: that her daughter be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry.
Being at the top is not good, the woman thought. There is only one way to go from there - down. The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon (rice vermicelli) in front of the altar.
Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too - idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life. Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her, and leave her an empty soulless shell at the altar.
The old lady watched her joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern women nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern women nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.
Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.
They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before.
'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to find a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road. Once we move in to our apartment, we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'
The old woman nodded knowingly.
Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out - but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a home. There's one near Hougang, it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'
The old woman did not raise an eyebrow.
'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there. You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself.
This time, the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers traced the white seat.
'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view mirror for her mother. 'Is everything okay?'
What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended. 'If it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.
'It's for you Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow. I already got the maid to pack your things,' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.
'I knew everything would be fine.'
Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now.
She had everything a modern woman ever wanted: money, status, career, love, power and now, freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down - yes, she was free.
Her phone buzzed urgently; she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10-per-cent increase!' Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her...
And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her handphone screen, the old woman in the back seat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.
The Ugly Side of Human (Part 2)
I hope this sequel would be just as good as the previous one..cos after such a long ‘break’, I kinda forgot wat I wanna say already..in this sequel I kinda group everyone as one..but there are always the unique ones in Nature..u can see that everywhere..esp in chemistry where u always haf the ‘special’ cases..
Humans are downright lazy..the best example would be me..ask anyone who noes me well; none will say tat I’m hardworking..never expect more from humans..just be glad that they finish their own work by themselves without having others to help them..normal reaction when one was asked to do sth extra would be – not my responsibility wat..why should I bother..he/she dunno how to do meh..no hand no leg ar..sounds familiar? Well it should be cos that’s sth I quote from ME!!
Then there are those people who will find thousands of excuses to cover up their weaknesses..if a student was late for school due to getting up late the most common and available excuse will be ‘ traffic jam lar..’ in this fast pacing world u can find different types of excuses to cover up our shortcomings..really amusng to find how time can change each storyline of the excuse to make it look more realistic..my favourite excuse would be ‘ sorry forgot lar..’u can use it anytime anywhere..and anyone can detect tat it’s an excuse..the 2nd generation of the same excuse can be found in ‘finding nemo’..there’s the dory who has the “STM” (short term memory)..so now ppl ar saying ‘ sorry lar got STM loss lar’ instead of just ‘sorry forgot lar’.. it is as if complex and bombastic words can excuse a person from serious responsibilities..
Guess I’ll end here..cant think f any ugly side of humans ad..all I noe now is I begin to see double images on my screen..a sign for me to go sleep early early..see ya ppl on nov..
Would like to thank Agnes, Ai Lynn, Ariel Aurora, Dylan, Daniel, Elyne, Jasmine, Keli and Tze Yan for tat surprise on 15/10/2004..thanks a lot!! Nite
Humans are downright lazy..the best example would be me..ask anyone who noes me well; none will say tat I’m hardworking..never expect more from humans..just be glad that they finish their own work by themselves without having others to help them..normal reaction when one was asked to do sth extra would be – not my responsibility wat..why should I bother..he/she dunno how to do meh..no hand no leg ar..sounds familiar? Well it should be cos that’s sth I quote from ME!!
Then there are those people who will find thousands of excuses to cover up their weaknesses..if a student was late for school due to getting up late the most common and available excuse will be ‘ traffic jam lar..’ in this fast pacing world u can find different types of excuses to cover up our shortcomings..really amusng to find how time can change each storyline of the excuse to make it look more realistic..my favourite excuse would be ‘ sorry forgot lar..’u can use it anytime anywhere..and anyone can detect tat it’s an excuse..the 2nd generation of the same excuse can be found in ‘finding nemo’..there’s the dory who has the “STM” (short term memory)..so now ppl ar saying ‘ sorry lar got STM loss lar’ instead of just ‘sorry forgot lar’.. it is as if complex and bombastic words can excuse a person from serious responsibilities..
Guess I’ll end here..cant think f any ugly side of humans ad..all I noe now is I begin to see double images on my screen..a sign for me to go sleep early early..see ya ppl on nov..
Would like to thank Agnes, Ai Lynn, Ariel Aurora, Dylan, Daniel, Elyne, Jasmine, Keli and Tze Yan for tat surprise on 15/10/2004..thanks a lot!! Nite
The Ugly Side of Human (Part 1)
Firstly, i would like to warn whoever is reading this page, if you're unhappy wif wat i am going to write down here, there are a few things you could do :
a) close the page..there's this cute little x at the right hand side corner of this page
b) write down any comments you feel like it..no foul language though..we're in the 21st century ad..be civilised a bit for God's sake
c) go back and think..there is a high chance when u dun like wat u hear or see from ppl is tat it's the 'ugly' truth about you..so it's high time to do some soul searching
Secondly, i would like to say tat this article is not directed to anyone i noe..if u feel tat it's directed to you, it's just a pure coincidence..you should rejoice instead..cos u're not alone..btw i got this inspiration from the Russian school siege..a conclusion i made after reading the news..of course there's some 'changes' i made to accomodate the world i live in..both past and present..(not future though..cos we're never sure of it..)
So, are you ready to get on the ride through the ugly side of human..
Well, this world is full of deception..surprisingly, humans love it..they would rather hear the lies (some was tactfully called white lies etc..) than the truth..wan some concrete arguement?? well, how many of u can bravely raise your hands to indicate tat u are brave enuff to hear the truth?for those who did raise ur hands, ponder this, i beg you..how many a times u shun the thought of ur parents nagging at you? for things like:
a) boy/girl ar..time to exercise ad lor..i can see ur belly getting bigger each day wor..
b) play play play..always play computer games..study ar!!
c) dun sit so near the tv wor!!later eyes spoilt ar!!
pardon me..i noe i sound just like a 50 year old granma..but if i really do, pls tell me..so i can celebrate..cos tat would mean tat i've fully mimic the typical malaysian parents..although our parents may seem naggy at times they meant the best..mark my words..they are the only person in this whole world who dares to correct you when wrong and tell you the truth when u need it..they are also the only ones who can accept you when u erred first..why??isn't the answer simple and plain yet posseses great 'powers'..they LOVE you..but nowadays (almost everyday) i can see in newspapers that a child kills the parents after being 'scolded' for things like smoking..
then there are people who lie to their peers..to be wat people call cool etc..some just lie as they dun wan to be pulaukan by their frens for their 'odd' thinking which on the surface it seems does not has the same frequency as the 'majority' of the ppl..well i feel tat every1 should accept each other's shortcomings and understand tat the planet earth has plenty of homo sapiens in it..and not all of them has the same opinion each time..it's high time people learn to respect each others' opinion whether you like it or not..if you insist on saying everyone should have roughly the same opinions torwards sth, let me ask you this..why then there's so many religions in this world??if everyone thinks the same dun you think one is already good enough??well, according to some people, we should follow the majority's opinion..tat i agree..BUT to an extend..for example, when doing a group project, group members haf to follow majority's idea of how to carry it out etc..but there are things tat we as individuals should make the decisions..not by following others..things like choosing a religion..(using back the same example for ppl to understand better..)well, take for example if all your frens belongs to the same religion, are you going to change your religion just to FOLLOW the majority decisions?if it is so, then i pity all my frens..they haf to convert their religion for the sake of following..sad case man..
another thing about human is tat they dun have RESPECT for others..they feel superior than the rest and feels that there's no need for them to respect others..(i'm one sad case to..sigh..hey, i'm trying to improve k?)well, this causes the rise of unwanted dispute which claims many lives of the innocent..take the recent Russia siege, the Hitler's reign period..and our very own 13 may..all this rises from lack of respect among humans..no one is superior than the other..remember tat..the word is simpple yet tough to acheive..as we are becoming more and more civilised, we should respect each other more..rite? so why are they still cases like this??cases like the abuses done to the Abu Sayaff's prisoners??cases like rape, women discrimination etc?
Next, most people do NOT do wat they preach..we see cases like me..yes me..i'm toking for so damn long tat people should respect each other, learn to accept the truth no matter how ugly it is etc...but yet there are times when I look down on others, thinking i'm superior etc..there are also times when i prefer to kept on saying yes to everything when my heart has been shouting a solid NO!!! umpteen times just to please someone who never seems to try to please me just for once..all my life i hate people telling me tat i should control my temper etc..i just dislike hearing the ugly truth bout myself..i bet plenty of you has the same experience bfore..if you beg to differ, all i can do is congratulate u for making into the list of 'ugly' humans..side by side wif me..for telling such a 'beautiful' lie...
to be continued...
a) close the page..there's this cute little x at the right hand side corner of this page
b) write down any comments you feel like it..no foul language though..we're in the 21st century ad..be civilised a bit for God's sake
c) go back and think..there is a high chance when u dun like wat u hear or see from ppl is tat it's the 'ugly' truth about you..so it's high time to do some soul searching
Secondly, i would like to say tat this article is not directed to anyone i noe..if u feel tat it's directed to you, it's just a pure coincidence..you should rejoice instead..cos u're not alone..btw i got this inspiration from the Russian school siege..a conclusion i made after reading the news..of course there's some 'changes' i made to accomodate the world i live in..both past and present..(not future though..cos we're never sure of it..)
So, are you ready to get on the ride through the ugly side of human..
Well, this world is full of deception..surprisingly, humans love it..they would rather hear the lies (some was tactfully called white lies etc..) than the truth..wan some concrete arguement?? well, how many of u can bravely raise your hands to indicate tat u are brave enuff to hear the truth?for those who did raise ur hands, ponder this, i beg you..how many a times u shun the thought of ur parents nagging at you? for things like:
a) boy/girl ar..time to exercise ad lor..i can see ur belly getting bigger each day wor..
b) play play play..always play computer games..study ar!!
c) dun sit so near the tv wor!!later eyes spoilt ar!!
pardon me..i noe i sound just like a 50 year old granma..but if i really do, pls tell me..so i can celebrate..cos tat would mean tat i've fully mimic the typical malaysian parents..although our parents may seem naggy at times they meant the best..mark my words..they are the only person in this whole world who dares to correct you when wrong and tell you the truth when u need it..they are also the only ones who can accept you when u erred first..why??isn't the answer simple and plain yet posseses great 'powers'..they LOVE you..but nowadays (almost everyday) i can see in newspapers that a child kills the parents after being 'scolded' for things like smoking..
then there are people who lie to their peers..to be wat people call cool etc..some just lie as they dun wan to be pulaukan by their frens for their 'odd' thinking which on the surface it seems does not has the same frequency as the 'majority' of the ppl..well i feel tat every1 should accept each other's shortcomings and understand tat the planet earth has plenty of homo sapiens in it..and not all of them has the same opinion each time..it's high time people learn to respect each others' opinion whether you like it or not..if you insist on saying everyone should have roughly the same opinions torwards sth, let me ask you this..why then there's so many religions in this world??if everyone thinks the same dun you think one is already good enough??well, according to some people, we should follow the majority's opinion..tat i agree..BUT to an extend..for example, when doing a group project, group members haf to follow majority's idea of how to carry it out etc..but there are things tat we as individuals should make the decisions..not by following others..things like choosing a religion..(using back the same example for ppl to understand better..)well, take for example if all your frens belongs to the same religion, are you going to change your religion just to FOLLOW the majority decisions?if it is so, then i pity all my frens..they haf to convert their religion for the sake of following..sad case man..
another thing about human is tat they dun have RESPECT for others..they feel superior than the rest and feels that there's no need for them to respect others..(i'm one sad case to..sigh..hey, i'm trying to improve k?)well, this causes the rise of unwanted dispute which claims many lives of the innocent..take the recent Russia siege, the Hitler's reign period..and our very own 13 may..all this rises from lack of respect among humans..no one is superior than the other..remember tat..the word is simpple yet tough to acheive..as we are becoming more and more civilised, we should respect each other more..rite? so why are they still cases like this??cases like the abuses done to the Abu Sayaff's prisoners??cases like rape, women discrimination etc?
Next, most people do NOT do wat they preach..we see cases like me..yes me..i'm toking for so damn long tat people should respect each other, learn to accept the truth no matter how ugly it is etc...but yet there are times when I look down on others, thinking i'm superior etc..there are also times when i prefer to kept on saying yes to everything when my heart has been shouting a solid NO!!! umpteen times just to please someone who never seems to try to please me just for once..all my life i hate people telling me tat i should control my temper etc..i just dislike hearing the ugly truth bout myself..i bet plenty of you has the same experience bfore..if you beg to differ, all i can do is congratulate u for making into the list of 'ugly' humans..side by side wif me..for telling such a 'beautiful' lie...
to be continued...
A Boring Day
sigh..just came back from the cinema..went to watch Puteri Gunung Ledang..all i can say is tat it was a waste of my time..not as good as i expected..the movie is long and unable to answer most of my questions..the special effects are not special at all n even a 3 year old kid can tell u it's fake..so much for the publicity it receive from the media..only person worth watching is the puteri herself..the 'istana' was quite real to an extend they took effort to copy the istana from Melaka..the story was too long and the skills involve is really poor..i guess this will be the last time i watch a malaysian movie..sigh..should haf watch anacondas instead..
Death Is Life Bursting into Bloom
by Alan Harris
When I die, I will not die.
I will be a foot coming out of a too-small shoe,
a bird flying free out of a cramping cage,
an astronaut taking off his space suit,
having safely returned home.
When you die, you will not die either.
You are not your body, as I'm not mine.
You will see a brighther rainbow
and hear heaven's ethereal music
which no stereo can capture.
When I die but not die,
I will leave a little part of me
inside your memory.
It will be your key to my door
that is always open in heaven.
When you die but not die,
I will have the key to your door too.
Better to have keys for open doors
than closed doors without keys,
as in locked-up life on earth.
When I am gone but not gone,
think of me and I am there.
When you are gone but not gone,
I will send you flowers through the air.
Let us celebrate the magnificent safety of death.
When I die, I will not die.
I will be a foot coming out of a too-small shoe,
a bird flying free out of a cramping cage,
an astronaut taking off his space suit,
having safely returned home.
When you die, you will not die either.
You are not your body, as I'm not mine.
You will see a brighther rainbow
and hear heaven's ethereal music
which no stereo can capture.
When I die but not die,
I will leave a little part of me
inside your memory.
It will be your key to my door
that is always open in heaven.
When you die but not die,
I will have the key to your door too.
Better to have keys for open doors
than closed doors without keys,
as in locked-up life on earth.
When I am gone but not gone,
think of me and I am there.
When you are gone but not gone,
I will send you flowers through the air.
Let us celebrate the magnificent safety of death.
At My Comfort Zone
Still at my home..wont be back so soon..good oso..wont do so much blogging these days cos wanna study Bioscience unless i'm tired of studying..but for now i'm really glad to come home and get away from reality..hehe..the cruel and harsh reality tat is forever inevitable..btw i really dunno how this blog works..for example how to add ppl's link to my page..sigh been playing ard for a long time but just cant seem to find the way..really glad to be home cos my family has got some lovely surprises for me..hehe..sigh..one sad news is my granpa's sick
Sad..but on the whole other's are as usual..hehe..if I can choose I'll choose not to go back to tat deserted Bt. Jalil..As the evenings there are the darkest there..and to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake..i give my harness bells a shake..to ask if there is some mistake..only to find tat I've no other choices..but to keep the promises I made.. For those who's in same english group as me..erm..u'll be able to understand this more or less.. hehe.. how I LOVE poetry..it depicts ur life to and extent tat only those who understand u will understand wat u are trying to tell and yet not hurting other's feelings directly..
Hail to all poets..including Shakespeare..although i dun like his works at all..cant appreciate them..prefer Robert Frost and Rudyard Kipling..sigh..tat's all for now..next blog i'll share my fav poem this year wif u all..
At Home
I'm finally back at home for an extremely long weekend..well, basically i a bit outdated ad in many ways so... very happy..finally saw my new housemate yest..n he clean the toilet..yay..so now i got myself a super duper clean housemate..hehe..very happy..went to KLCC to watch fireworks on national day..damn nice..will stop here for now..need to clean my inboxes..till then
Changes
Was greatly inspired by a phrase I lately read from a novel: people don’t change like leopards never changes its spots.. came to think of it, it’s true in some ways ( for others, u just haf to see them from another point of view, not from the norm..)..
Well, most of us would say tat people change from time to time.. but looking from another point of perspective, they never change at all.. for example, a girl who always wear pants and loose shirts suddenly ‘changes’ her style of clothing to skirts and blouses, would be pointed out as having changes in her dressing sense.. but have anyone notice tat she is a girl.. and girls, will always be girls.. from time to time, no matter how tomboy they are, they will have the urge, if given chance, to dress like girls, splurge in shopping and all the typical activities girls indulged in.. that particular girl who ‘changes’ her dress sense hasn’t really change at all..
Therefore I hope that after reading this blog, u’ll be able to see things from different points of view bfore making a conclusion.. the person u knew years ago may not have change at all.. it’s just tat the person has just fully shown his/her character which has long been buried due to lack of chances to reveal them.. so take ur time today and reflect..
Well, most of us would say tat people change from time to time.. but looking from another point of perspective, they never change at all.. for example, a girl who always wear pants and loose shirts suddenly ‘changes’ her style of clothing to skirts and blouses, would be pointed out as having changes in her dressing sense.. but have anyone notice tat she is a girl.. and girls, will always be girls.. from time to time, no matter how tomboy they are, they will have the urge, if given chance, to dress like girls, splurge in shopping and all the typical activities girls indulged in.. that particular girl who ‘changes’ her dress sense hasn’t really change at all..
Therefore I hope that after reading this blog, u’ll be able to see things from different points of view bfore making a conclusion.. the person u knew years ago may not have change at all.. it’s just tat the person has just fully shown his/her character which has long been buried due to lack of chances to reveal them.. so take ur time today and reflect..
Last Week’s Review
I apologise for this delay of my 2nd blog.. as some of my frens mentioned, my blog looks dead.. it should be after many days of inactivation.. plan to put this blog last week but due to circumstances like server breakdown, interruptions from that neno found pharm project, statistic test etc, this blog have to be postponed.. all the same I dun think many ppl missed it since not many noes about this blog..
Well, on Monday I had an enjoyable time in BM class (for the first time)..did some pantun (poem) and had great fun..love the pantun made by my rakan sekatil’s group:
Egg ialah telur,
Wood ialah kayu,
Bila saya tidur,
Saya fikirkan you.
Other creative pantun includes those from ah foo’s group..too bad I dun remember it..
On Wednesday, went to see Prof Yeoh bout our cvs.. was not very well prepared.. sigh.. in the noon, we had lab session where Elyne did a tedious job of drawing diagrams.. I was not far behind as I did an equally tough job on calculating chi-square (although not as tough as Elyne’s)
On Thursday, we had English as early as usual..did murmur (a poem) on tat day.. was read out by Jasper with great intonation although not very accurate.. earlier on we (group B English class) witness a wonderful ‘dispute’ between Cindy and Jasper.. they did very well in entertaining all of us, at least me, before miss Mary John came in..
On Friday, we had statistics test... definition part really got me.. should be ok on the whole.. cos our lecturer seems to assure us all the time it’s very easy to pass.. this statement is further confirm by a lecturer from Strathclyde.. we were told tat it is impossible for IMU students to fail the statistics test.. hopefully I’m not the first to break this perfect tradition.. was glad tat BM ends early, though unwillingly, I must admit tat Jasper contributes a lot in persuading our Malay teacher..
On Sunday, was very thrilled as Taufik won the Olympics..hehehe.. purposely went to clubhouse to buy newspaper, a thing which I seldom do.. but after that I think nothing much happen last week..
Will be posting another blog soon..
Well, on Monday I had an enjoyable time in BM class (for the first time)..did some pantun (poem) and had great fun..love the pantun made by my rakan sekatil’s group:
Egg ialah telur,
Wood ialah kayu,
Bila saya tidur,
Saya fikirkan you.
Other creative pantun includes those from ah foo’s group..too bad I dun remember it..
On Wednesday, went to see Prof Yeoh bout our cvs.. was not very well prepared.. sigh.. in the noon, we had lab session where Elyne did a tedious job of drawing diagrams.. I was not far behind as I did an equally tough job on calculating chi-square (although not as tough as Elyne’s)
On Thursday, we had English as early as usual..did murmur (a poem) on tat day.. was read out by Jasper with great intonation although not very accurate.. earlier on we (group B English class) witness a wonderful ‘dispute’ between Cindy and Jasper.. they did very well in entertaining all of us, at least me, before miss Mary John came in..
On Friday, we had statistics test... definition part really got me.. should be ok on the whole.. cos our lecturer seems to assure us all the time it’s very easy to pass.. this statement is further confirm by a lecturer from Strathclyde.. we were told tat it is impossible for IMU students to fail the statistics test.. hopefully I’m not the first to break this perfect tradition.. was glad tat BM ends early, though unwillingly, I must admit tat Jasper contributes a lot in persuading our Malay teacher..
On Sunday, was very thrilled as Taufik won the Olympics..hehehe.. purposely went to clubhouse to buy newspaper, a thing which I seldom do.. but after that I think nothing much happen last week..
Will be posting another blog soon..
The Journey Begins...
This blog is motivated by my ex-housemate...ELYNE...read bout her blog...very true bout most stuff... Was quite "fan" bout the Foundation Pharmacy project... Sigh... My neno lecturer kept on wan us to hand in our draft by end of this month... Where got time... Now I'm stucked... Dunno to study for Statistics or finish my report... Someone told me no need to be so serious bout first draft... Others told me to copy seniors... I would love to do tat if not for the plagiarism thingy... Plus dunno how to use that bnf website..seems useless to me...
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