Thought of the day

Leos hate being ignored or sympathised or looked down upon.

Seriously.

Dedication to Iris' birthday~ 30 March 09

It was 7: 45 p.m. We were ready to ambush. 

Now you know how hard it is to light up the candles on your cake, Iris. Look at the amount of hands it took! It's darn windy outside on the corridor of Casa Subang. Lol~

I know... it's hard to decide whether you should laugh or cry when you're caught not properly dressed for a surprise birthday party. XDD

It can't possibly be a party without food... X)

...and of course, the bashed up nicely cut pieces of the birthday cake.

During the birthday party, we certainly didn't forget to cam-whore (is this how you spell the word??) take photos for memories.

Group photos are a must. 

Of course you can't find me in the there. I was the photographer, you dummy.

Guess which footwear I was having?

How about guessing which foot was mine? LOL

A show of hands.... (what random things we do!)

But I guess, in the end we all had fun.

We were all glad that we successfully surprised Iris, the birthday girl. Cheers!

Freaky?

Here's the story.

On Sunday evening, when I arrived at Casa Subang, I saw a police car behind my taxi. And I saw and ambulance at tower B. I was curious already but my curiousity wiped off when I reached my unit and met my housemates.

Later on, the next day in college, I heard rumours that someone committed suicide. Korean? Negro? Too distorted to know. I decided to go look the incident up. I investigated. (Cool ler?! Hehe)

So! I went to one of the shops down there. Now, information cannot be obtained for free. So I bought a lollipop there. Coincidentally, two fellows were asking the cashier auntie about last night's case. Here's the truth.

A man was a Brahmin, Bangladesh. He jumped off the 25th floor at tower B. Reason was work pressure. He was said to have his regular vegetarian meal and tea at Bombay cafe (one of the shops in Casa) before he jumped. He instructed his friend to leave everything he had to his family. He had a son who is doing a piloting course and three other daughters who are still studying. 

The auntie walked past the scene after it was cleared up and she said she still saw spilled guts. Bystanders were really nauseated by the sight. The man landed flat on his stomach. 

The woman who works in one of the shop saw the man hit the playground. She was just so happened to be staring out of the window. I wonder if she'd be traumatised. She didn't seem too eager to talk to me about it.

Dear all, there's nothing worth taking away your own life. I don't think you even have the right to do that. Love yourself. Don't be stupid.

Some people just LOVE redundant craps

You know, if you had been reading the newspapers these few days, you'd notice what's been going on in Malaysia. Not race issue... nope, not religion issue too. It's the thing about Math and Science being taught in English.

Anyway, I think it is beyond SENSELESS that people actually went on STRIKE out in the open just because they bloody think Math and Science should be taught in B.M. The reason being that our national language is facing threats from goodness-knows-what. 

I'm sorry but don't you think it's a bit dense to disagree with using English to teach those subjects? Especially when the country's already doing it for six years? It's not some overnight thing if you get me. How do you expect to see results in such a short time? Think, people, think, why the education system changed in the first place, implementing English in Math and Science.

Grab any young teen on the road and ask them, ask them if they would prefer B.M. or English for Math and Science. Any one of them who is clairvoyant would know how important it is to use English as the medium to study the subjects. It's for the sake of tertiary education! How many universities in this world use B.M. to conduct courses? How many use English? Which is the INTERNATIONAL language? Are you trying to make students' lives difficult by being idealistic and not practical?

Tan Sri Lee Lam Thye said it well when he said that English must be used to keep our young people competitive. And gosh... it's completely embarrassing that we actually had a strike about this issue. I respect B.M. as our national language but seriously, it's retarded to say that by teaching Math and Science in English, English will eventually take the place of B.M. in the country. 

Don't our Constitution say that B.M. is heralded as Malaysia's national language? If B.M. were to ever be replaced, we still need a referendum. And since it IS our national language, it IS already a compulsory to study B.M. So tell me, how is it possible for Malaysians not to know B.M.? Sure, we speak not-so-perfect B.M. But hey, even Westerners don't speak perfect English too. 

Stop making Malaysia a laughing stock in the eyes of the world. It's embarrassing. Really.

Random thoughts...

Life isn’t meant to be perfect all the time. Most of the time, things we do not want them to happen, happen; things we yearn for them to come true, don’t.

                When we are children, we ask from our parents the latest game console available in the shop but don’t get them. Entering school and college, we grow into adolescents, teenagers. We demand for the clothes from GAP, Espirit, MNG etc. We want to be the centre of attention our school, to be part of the ‘popular’ clique. Adulthood isn’t too different too. We go to work and expect to receive a high pay. We want an opulent and fancy living place, a Porsche (maybe another BMW) and a spouse who would earn you the envy of your multitude of friends.

                It’s amazing, you think, how there are so many things just not going your way. Sure, you may have one of your wishes fulfilled, but really, you don’t have it all, no? Nonetheless, if you could just... widen your vision and look to your left, right – oh! And behind you too! You’d notice that you have a couple of details in your life which you have always taken granted for.

                I suppose that would be your nagging mother, who loves you like how a jeweller loves his precious stones, your own ring of friends who always have your back, your average-looking spouse who is devoted to accompany you till the very end... and the simple fact that you are alive!

                I always wonder why people say, “Life’s unfair.” I tell you, “Look on the bright side!” You might call me an optimist but would it be that you are admitting to your own pessimism? I stand corrected. Pessimism isn’t the issue, ungrateful hearts is. If we could utter ‘thank you’ to even the simplest gesture – perhaps to a stranger who holds the door open for you to enter – we would learn to see that in truth, we are living just fine.

                We must learn to be grateful, always bearing in mind that there are always others who are much unfortunate in comparison to us. While you complain about not getting that pretty dress or Diesel jeans, there are those who are clothed with rags-like clothes; while you grumble about eating broccolis, there are those who are starving; while you whine about the size of your house, there are those who are homeless.

                So many hardships, far beyond we could imagine ourselves to undertake, are happening to people somewhere else. It just so happens that we are not the one suffering that fate. What would they give to trade places with us? I presume you have internet connection and a computer. Otherwise, you can’t possibly be reading this post. Now, aren’t you lucky, having access to technology? No, not everyone has them, even if it is the 21^st century. I bet you can’t leave without the internet and your computer.

                Why, I believe we should start counting our blessings from now. Let me see... I’m not an orphan, I have enough to eat, I have a roof over my head, I have a college to go to...

                What are you waiting for? I’m not going to list everything here. Go make your own list!

Hypocrites!

Today is Ash Wednesday. I went to church with Nick, my cousin but that's really not the geist of the story that I am going to tell you. 

See, it was raining throughout the mass and it was still raining after the mass. Being reckless teens as we are, Nick, Howard (a friend) and I ran all the way to the car as we did not bring along any umbrellas. 

When we reached the car, nick opened his car door. Being in a hurry to get into the car, he accidentally slammed his cardoor against the next car's. I didn't notice it until the driver came out of the car and confronted him. 

The Indian man rapped his knuckles against the car's windows furiously. Nick wound down the window.

"What were you trying to do to my car?!" he fumed.

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to," Nick apologised.

Guess what the fella said next?

"What's wrong with you? Why you wanna hit my car? You just came out of church, man!"

I stared at the man. I was thinking to myself, 'Excuse me? Look who's talking! Nick apologised already and you're the one who should learn to forgive since you mentioned about coming out of church."

Now, I understand it's Nick's fault in the first place but because the man was acting so... not 'Christian-ly' and tried to push the fact that Nick was a bad Christian just because he banged his cardoor is absolutely absurd. 

From my point of view, the man was more at fault for saying such mean things. Hypocrisy!

Seriously, be careful of what comes out from your mouth.

Matthew 12:36-37

"...I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgement for every careless word they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned."

[Thanks, Albert. The verse you shared with me, I apply here because it's really applicable. =P]

Honestly, I can’t accept you as the way you are.

Anyone one who has made contact with me recently face to face would know how much I have come to dislike my once-upon-a-time favourite subject, English. Out of frustration, I am declaring that. Yes.

I hate English.

It has turned into a subject I dread so much that I have thoughts of skipping the lesson every day during the period prior to English.

Perhaps it is by my own fault that I'm doing horribly in my English assignments. I can't find the enthusiasm or initiative to carry it out. It is not a labour of love, a total opposite from my Legal Studies CPT. Also; perhaps for the fact that I do not complete my task whole-heartedly, I make mistakes I would never have dreamed of making previously.

I'm going nineteen. This, in my own mind, occurs to me as childish too but it is happening. I am taking it out on a subject because of the lecturer. Back in form one, I had a terrible teacher for Geography. My results, of course, plunged for the subject because I refused to study for the subject.

Who would have thought I would one day rebel against my first language (Yes, I learnt English first before Mandarin when I was small)?

I am sorry but I cannot adapt to your teaching methods, your often annoying remarks, your unreasonable demands (like making sure all four sides of the paper must be of a space of an inch), your frustrating criticisms which are not constructive (you tell me the way I express a sentence is wrong but you never bother to tell me how I should correct it! Ordering me to go look it up in the dictionary is NOT helpful at all because the dictionary offers the definition of words and does NOT necessarily instruct you on how to use it in varying sentences!), etc.

It is a sad thing when you have your least favourite lecturer as your class mentor because you have NO class mentor to lament to.

Why make life so miserable for others? Do not do unto others what you do not want others to do unto you.

I do not know how to please you. I attempted to convince myself that you do all these for our welfare but it was futile. I just cannot accept you the way you are.