We live our life through many PHASES and also FACES

What is it that makes it so hard for people to talk to each other?

2009-07-29T10:35:00.000-07:00

Have you ever wonder why sometimes it is just hard to talk to someone? Have you ever encountered a situation where you don’t feel like opening up to someone even though that someone is your friend or your relative, someone you know? What are the factors that make two individuals unable to communicate and open up? The only answer which I think would be appropriate would be the gaps between two individuals, specifically the generation gap and the distance gap.

The generation gap between two individuals would best explain why it is hard for both of them to communicate. It is evident that the young and the old do not communicate well because they are from different generations. A person who was born in a world of hip hop will certainly won’t share the same interest as a person who was born in a world of classical music. Clashes of interests are bound to happen and this would create a situation where it is hard to talk to each other. In the movie A Thousand Years Of Good Prayers, Mr Shi is having a difficult time talking to his daughter, Yi Lan due to the generation gap between them. Mr Shi keeps invading her personal space by asking details of her life and to the young Yi Lan, she is somehow irritated and this further put a strain on their communication. In this example, we can see that Mr Shi do not understand the young daughter of his. He presumes everyone like to chat about their personal lives as elder people do but he was wrong. Younger generation does not like their personal space being invaded. This reflects on how two different generations do not understand each other. If both would be happy to sit down and learn more about each other and find a common interest maybe then only communication would happen.

When two persons do not talk or see each other for a very long time, divided by distance or time, it would be hard for them to talk as how they used to if they meet up after a long period. This is what has been experienced by Mr Shi and his daughter. They have not seen each other for 12 years and this somehow affects their communication in a way. Awkwardness is so evident that they do not look into each other eyes when they speak as shown in the movie. When an engine of a car not maintained, it will bring trouble and ended up not functioning eventually. The same concept applies to communication. You need to maintain the communication even though you are separated by distance and time. This maintenance will certainly maintain the level of openness between two individuals so that awkwardness will not happen.

In essence, the best way to break down emotional war is to do something about it. One needs to speak up and approach the other party to break down the barrier between them. Only so the silence would be ripped apart and hopefully joy and laughter could be heard.

new timteable finally :P

2009-06-08T19:54:00.000-07:00

Okay here is the long awaited new timetable for the second semester :P

Monday

9.00 – 11.00 Applicable maths (A512)

11.00 – 1.00 Physics (physics lab)

2.30 – 4.30 EALD (B607)

Tuesday

9.00 – 11.00 Economics (A512)

1.00 – 3.30 Chemistry (B607)

Wednesday

11.00 – 12.30 Chemistry (A512)

1.30 – 3.30 Economics (B607)

Thursday

11.00 – 1.00 EALD (A512)

1.30 – 3.30 Physics (B607)

3.30 – 5.30 Applicable maths (B607)

Friday

NO CLASS!!!!!

thanks to hazman for the picture of the timetable :P

The format to write a letter( important)

2009-05-22T06:57:00.000-07:00

Attention to all architecture 2 students, below is the format of a sample letter. It might be useful during the exams hence mr. derrick gave me this nevertheless. The reason I share it out in the blog is because I’m kinda lazy to photocopy it and I don’t think I can give it out to everyone in time. Hence, if you read this please tell the others to check it out ok.

Gerwin Institute of Mental Health

University of Townsland ( address of sender)

Brisdale, Queensland 24938

(leave a line)

14 SEPTEMBER 2008(date line)

(leave a line)

Thames Bookshop

358, Main Street(address of recipient)

Acacia, Queensland 39842

Dear Sir/Madam,/ Mr. Lim,/Editor(salutation)

Quotation for Textbooks (subject :optional)

Use block style( No indentation of first line)

Leave a line between paragraphs

Thank you.

Yours sincerely,/faithfully,

Signature

Mr./Miss (full name)

H.P. no. :

E-mail :

an inconvinient truth

2009-04-19T04:35:00.001-07:00

From a distance, I knew it was him albeit he was surrounded by a field of people who are in a hustle. His jet black, long hair was swaying in synchronicity with the rhythm of the strong, harsh November wind. I smiled. He was still the same person I knew from the start, from the way he dresses, as if he was on his wedding day has never failed to impress me. Professionalism. That’s what he told me when I questioned him on the way he dresses. In this modern age, first impression comes first. Whenever you meet someone new, the first thing they will do is to evaluate you from top to bottom, comprising of what shirt are you wearing, what pants are you wearing, or maybe assess the way you smile and also to some extent the color of your skin. It dawned on me that whatever he said was completely true, notwithstanding I have always abide by the phrase “do not judge a book by its cover” because I do not want others to perceive me by their first impression towards me and I would not do the same.

He noticed me after a while, waving towards me enthusiastically. His wide, dimply smile really showed that he was extremely excited to see me after a year we were being separated by distance and also time. He was carrying a large, grey bulgy luggage and a small bag with him. In a split second, the next thing I knew he hurriedly jogs over to me with eager and at the same time, I walked faster towards his direction. When we were only separated by a few steps away, he almost literally jumped on me. With his belongings dropped down on the floor, he opened his arms as wide as he could and I ended up in a tight warm embrace. I asked how is he and he replied with a big smile that he was fine and happy to meet me. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, I knew he was having the same problem when I glanced through his troublous, gloomy eyes.

Then, I suggested to him that why don’t we find a place to sit to have a chat and our lunch at the same time. He nodded in agreement. I brought him to a nice café across the station where it was famous for its scrumptious local delicacies. After the waiter left upon taking our orders, we started our conversation. He told me his experience working overseas, the culture, food and also the weather. At some point, he stopped for a while before continuing his story. I realized that he was trying hard to censor his words and story so that everything that came out from his mouth was a happy story. I knew him long enough to know that he is that kind of person who bottled up everything within for he do not want others to be sad or be burdened with his sadness and problems. The waiter came back with our orders a few minutes later and stood beside our small square table with no intention to leave. I was confused at that moment, staring at the face of the waiter. From his looks, he was waiting for something. Suddenly, Bryan took out a 5 dollar note and gave to the waiter who then walked away happily.

I was baffled. The last time I came here, none of the waiter waited for a tip. Bryan told me that it was normal in overseas. Maybe the time has changed. With the bad recession, it’s probably normal for them to ask for tips to support themselves. I sighed when I came to realize how bad the recession that’s flooding the country now was. Everything seemed overly priced now. No doubt, I felt the pinch too. Realizing that I was in my own world and he was looking at me, I apologized and we continued chatting about what had happened for the past year.

As we were chatting I can’t help but noticed that many eyes were staring at our table. I started to feel uncomfortable. Bryan was happily chatting away. He hasn’t noticed. Trying to conceal my uneasiness I faked a smile, something that I wasn’t born to do and he noticed it. What’s wrong? , he asked. Nothing, I replied but he doesn’t buy it. Soon, I was pouring out my agitation towards those people who kept glancing at our table to Bryan. He seemed relax and totally cool about it. I asked why was he so relaxed about it and then I found out the inconvenient truth. The truth that did not only bothers me but also to him.

Looking at my watch it was already 1 p.m. I need to rush back to work. I told him I will meet him again later for dinner and offered to fetch him to his home but he insisted that he wanted to go back by himself. Hence, I quickly put on my coat and walked out from the café with him and we shook our hands before parting ways. We both said goodbye.

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As I walked to my car, I wondered can a deaf mute like Bryan get home safely. I told myself not to worry, for he has his ways and he was able to survive till today. I then drove off to my workplace anticipating tonight’s dinner.

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another story of mine. this was not like how i wanted. i didn't manage to give an impact to the reader. i just can't tell the story but that's my best.

hell is not like what you think

2009-03-28T09:01:00.000-07:00

I was in daze. I’m in complete darkness. I can’t see a thing. How did I get here? Where am i? I stood up and started walking, hands reached out. I was disappointed, I can’t feel the wall. I’m confused. Then, I shouted for help and there was no reply. In fact, there was not even an echo of my shouting. I stopped and think. Why was there no echo and no walls? Where am i? I try to put things together. Where am I before I was here and what was I doing. But nothing came out of it. I just can’t remember.

I started to feel anxious. I was never afraid being alone in the dark, but this. This is different. There is something eerie about this place. No matter how far I walked, no matter how loud I shouted for help i knew I was alone. And that’s the scariest part. Where am i? the more I questioned ‘where am I’, the more frustrated I became. That feeling. Argh. That feeling. I don’t like it. I can’t describe it and I can’t take it anymore. Then , I started shouting and crying hysterically. My masculinity level dropped to zero. I was powerless.

My tantrum didn’t last long. Soon, I was sobbing and hugging my legs together. Waiting. I don’t know what I’m waiting for but I was waiting. Only god knows how long I waited. It seems forever but I dared not to close my eyes for even one second. I was afraid. But I don’t know what I was afraid of. There I was, hugging myself and eyes wide opened, like a prey looking out for predators, hoping to catch a glimpse of anyone. Anyone at all.

After a period of time, my eyes felt weak. I can’t hold on any longer. I was not only tired, I was hungry and thirsty too. Fasting was nothing compared to this. It’s as if I was about to die and at that very moment I was relieved. I thought maybe to die now is a good thing. I don’t have to suffer anymore. to die was the last thing I used to wish for but during that very moment, to die is like the route to heaven.

Suddenly, I heard whispering. I stood up quickly, alert, trying to find out where it came from. Then, I heard it again. I heard like a lot people were whispering but I cannot catch what they were saying. I called out for help but no one answered. I ran towards the sound but after running for a while the whispering stopped. I stopped too. Quiet. Everything was quiet again. What is this? Is this some kind of joke? The whisperings gave me hope. There must be people here. They should know where is this place and why am I here. I started walking. Slowly this time trying not to be heard.

Then I heard giggles. It soon burst into laughter. From the sound of it I knew it was a mean laugh. The laugh when we ridicule people or when we say serves you right. It won’t stop. I’m starting to feel irritated. Who are they? Why are they laughing at me like this? Are they the one responsible bringing me here? Argh! My ears! My mind! Their laughter just won’t stop. I closed my ears, as tight as I can but it’s in my head now. I can’t stop it. I’m going berserk.

STOP! JUST STOP! I shouted and everything went back to silence. I looked ahead but everything was as dark as a cave and as silence as a grave. Creepy. Something was wrong. I was confused. Where are they? How can they hide so fast? Are they playing hide- and- seek with me? I’m certainly not in the mood to play. I just want to go home.

Home. The word keep playing in my head. Where are my parents, how are they? I can hardly remember when was the last time I went HOME. It struck me then, maybe this is my punishment. Maybe god wants me to deserve this. Maybe I’m in hell. The silence, the darkness, the loneliness. this is definitely hell.

The next thing that happened was dazzling. Suddenly, burst of white light was all around me. My eyes were blinded and I close my eyes. While I was closing my eyes I heard the chirping of birds and the wind was blowing onto my face. I was curious so I lifted up my eyelids and to my surprise I was lying on the college field. I looked around and I saw a few kookaburras on the tree branches. The leaves were swaying and making a whispering like sound. I let go a sigh of relief. It was just a bad dream I told myself. I then walked back to my hostel in confusion. How I happen to be lying on the field is still a mystery until today.

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Above is a story that I made up. It’s not real but I hoped you can feel the feeling I was trying to portray. I’m not good at writing but I really can’t find what to blog so I made up a story instead.

Did you guessed that the whispering sounds were made by the trees and the laughing were made by the kookaburras? Do you want to listen to a kookaburra laugh? Click on the video below.

what was the feeling you get? did you imagine the laughter was like this ? now can you feel what i feel when i explained the mean laughter ?

i used to write narrative essays during secondary. in exams i will only do narrative because by narrating i can decide how the story goes. this might also explain why i'm very bad at writing formal essays.
till here then.

three tips on how to stay away from stress!

2009-03-14T07:57:00.000-07:00

Sorry for the delay in posting up a post. Life is busy nowadays. And I’m not fretting unlike everyone else. I’m sorry, but to me , I’ve learned that life is more than just to fret. Busy is good. Yes it does. Think positive. Don’t make busy as an excuse to fail. Yes, I felt the pinch staying up all night and slept for three hours for three consecutive days, but that doesn’t stop me from being happy about it. I had fun! Yes, it’s stressful. It IS fun to be in stress now than before. As before this, mainly before my life in KBU, I’m an easygoing, laid-back person. Early this year, I felt stress for the first time and honestly I can’t cope with that stress in my head that are trying to blow up my brain at first. But with every subsequent dose of stress, I felt numb and i’m actually okay with it. It’s like anesthetic. I’ve learn to live with it not to run away from it. What I can say is that I have adapted in a world of stress.

Okay, you might be wondering am I crazy or what? Adapted to a world of stress???? If that is true, then I’ll be the happiest person in the world. Bullshit.

Well, it might not be true that I’m the happiest man on earth but I’m finding my way and learning to be one. The first step is to change my mind set. Think positive . I know it’s hard to think positive every time but at least try to do it, try to tell yourself maybe it’s not a bad thing after all. Maybe it’s a good thing. Even though when there are times you know it’s a bad thing. But I think by keeping positive at all times , I am able to be more rationale and calm when a bad thing happens to me or when I’m down .

Secondly, my will to change. Now you will be saying,” right, another bullshit . will to change??come on. Don’t joke around.” I’ve noticed that each and every one of us has thought of change, be it to change from a lazy person to a more hardworking one, to change the spoiled clock on the wall, or to change the way you think. But all that remained as a thought. No action. Some people said it’s impossible to change; this is because their mind set is that to change means to change instantly. For example, a smoker had thought of quitting because of his friends and family tells him too. He also knows that in health terms it is killing him. But why can’t he quit when he tried? This is because he only quit for a day and he expects in one night, the desire or the hunger to smoke will banish. The next morning he woke up he realized the hunger was still there, so he said to himself: “hmph, I can’t change after all” and continued smoking. The moral here is, Rome was not build in one day. If you had made the effort to change for a day why not put in more effort to change for the next day and the day after next and the day after after next? Don’t stop until you notice a change and when you do notice a change, keep on going changing yourself even better. The process of learning and changing for the better never stops. Never.

Thirdly, it is imperative that I have a good time management skills. Notice that I said it is imperative? This means I have not acquired this ability yet which is to manage my time wisely. How I wish I could be Hiro Nakamura in the Heroes series so that I could stop time and travel to the future or the past trying to change what I did or what I will do. But I know it’s not going to happen so I need to learn and fast if not, I’ll be left behind time.

That’s all about some tips on how to deal with stress from my point of view. Although I have not achieve completely what I talked about but I know that are the guidelines I should follow and you should too!

Hopefully I did spark some light on those who felt like they were on the verge of breakdown and would commit suicide.

Wait a minute, I heard you say : “Piece of crap. Easier said than done. Donkey.” And my reply would be : “hey, when do you actually want to try to change?? “

what is the right mindset?

2009-02-21T05:33:00.000-08:00

what is the right mindset?

what are we trained for since young?
study hard, get into a good university and eventually get a good job?

have you heard your parents said:

"go to school and be an entrepreneur?"

sadly enough that is not what we have been trained for.Our society, namely Asians, have this mindset that life is just about studying, get into a good uni and get a good job, not forgetting also to get a good family.

this mindset is being passed on generations by generations from the last 20 decades or more, no one knows for sure. what are the implications from it? Well one thing for sure, a whole stereotype generations will be born and no one dares to takes risk to be an entreprenuer. Taking risks are considered as serious as taking drugs for some in our society. You could harm yourself by taking drugs(risks,in this context).

Our society have been brain-washed that to fail is the last thing you want to do in life. To fail means suicide. To fail means to degrade not only your name and family honour. But to fail will never means to learn from mistakes and be better.

Do you realize how often do you hear suicide cases in the news or in the newspaper?

“Most suicides in the world occur in Asia, which is estimated to account for up to 60% of all suicides. According to the World Health Organization, China, India and Japan may account for 40% of all world suicides. “ ..Wikipedia

Although the factors that contributes to suicide are many, but I’m sure that a bigger percentage of it is because of the “cannot fail” mentality. As I said before, we, Asians, are trained not to fail and to some extent, not to be a failure. Teenagers and adults both commit suicide regardless of race. Teenagers commit suicide because when their parents put high hopes on them and in the end they could not performed as expected, this forces them to take the easy path, away from agony and humiliation they might get. Adults, also face failure but not in their teens. Maybe they have not gone through failure before and believe me this is what makes suicides prevalent. Most adults that commit suicide are those who are unemployed or those who failed in their business. The fact that they have never failed before and when they actually did, it is unacceptable to them and hence the only way to avoid living around humiliation and disgrace is to move on to the other “world” where no one knows them.

What I’m trying to say is that our society need to change our way of thinking. We need to be given the freedom to do what we like and not just blindly do something that we feel obliged to. Sad to say, I’m one of the consequences from this mindset. My path was chosen and the road I’m on now will never diverged.( I love drawings and designs, and if given a chance whether to do architecture or design, I’ll choose design. But because the government only offer scholarships for critical profession, so I only can say “ come to me, Architecture” rather than “ here I come, Architecture”. If you get what I mean.

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Anyway today I went to KLIA to send off seniors that fly to UNSW. KLIA is such a huge place. The feelings I felt were indescribable. Will I be able to be here, next year this time around? Or will I’ll be here stranded alone in an island watching the only ship sails away? I wonder……

the environment at the luggage counter

me and Germae

franky and a senior( i don't know her name )

the sign board

wah

departure list

sydney where they are going

when only i can go there?

before I leave, i took this where all the scholars gathers

goodbye!!!!

blog response on this post:

http://youngbanana.blogspot.com/2009/02/re-what-is-right-mindset.html

http://ryukid.blogspot.com/2009/02/re-what-is-right-mindset.html

and if there is anyone else doing a post on this please so let me know ya :)

out of breath!

2009-02-13T22:51:00.000-08:00

Hi, sorry for not updating. But I shall now. Okay, first of all, I’ve changed group for the documentary thing. I’m in ah beng’s team now. We are going to discuss about premarital sex. i find it relaxing and joyful working together in this group because we have the same mindset and working along is not a problem. We came out with so much funny ideas and laughed all the way through the shooting session. Anyway I’m sure going to post the documentary up once we finished editing and honestly, the editing part is not as easy as you think. Now only I realized that editors for movies are going through a hard time editing, rooted in front of the screen trying their best to produce the best they can.

On last Thursday, OUR Club( which is the JPA sponsored scholars club) organized a Chinese new year party at the student houses. Although not everyone came but I did enjoy myself there, taking videos with my phone and interviewing people asking what is their wish for the year. And without a doubt, I got almost the same answer each time, “ I want o fly to Australia” or “ I want to fly to Germany”. However, there were a few that have a different wish on their mind. “ I want to get a husband”, “I want to marry before I fly” and ‘I want to be with someone”. Well, you guessed it, most of them who answered were girls. Hmm, I wonder are they really wishing to marry that soon? They were also some who ran away and avoided the camera as I was approaching them. It was funny. That particular moment I mean. Anyhow, despite the not enough drinks and curry puffs from IKEA( yes curry puffs), and also for the fact that I have lots of assignment queuing up on my desk, I certainly enjoyed my time hanging out with my friends.

There’s nothing much about college. Valentine’s day sales was okay. Prom ticket sales currently seem to be not doing that good. And each of the Student Council members needs to sell at least 5 more tickets, compulsory. Argh! But I shall try my best.

I’m not sure why but as time goes on, my efficiency level drops drastically. Every time during the first month of school or college, I’m able to be at par with all the subjects in terms of studying and revising but as I said for the subsequent months, my stamina will run low and I can’t catch up anymore. I was leaved behind and I’m running out of breath. Eventually, I will stop running. But now, I’m trying not to stop completely. Let’s just say I’m walking , then jog, and when I’m tired I walk again. The cycle then continues. But no more running. Maybe it is in me that I can’t run long distance. I never do.

Well I guess till here then.

Happy Chinese New Year!

2009-02-01T00:54:00.000-08:00

Finally, after a one week holiday because of Chinese Niu Year, oops sorry, it should be Chinese New Year, I’m back in my hostel rummaging through my bags and piles of books checking whether I’ve finished my homework or not. Holidays are never meant to be holidays without holiday homework, don’t you think so?

Anyway let me talk about my third week of college in January and my Chinese New Year break. First of all, during that third week, nothing much happened except for a role play we did in class based on the novel BOY by Roald Dahl. Everyone did a great feat at performing except me. I’m a bad actor seriously. I’m terribly sorry for being the factor that made the performance of my group (me, mud and fadli) worst than the rest. I envy those who were able to perform well and brilliantly. When I watched them performing I almost thought they were real actors ( those who do acting for a living) . They do have the potential I must say. I can’t act and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s not what I was born to do for. Who knows? Okay now let’s continue, there were two winners and they were given a packet of liquorice bootlaces. Liquorice bootlaces are some kind of sweet that were mentioned in the novel and it is long and plastic-like. It even tastes like plastic. And if you look at the pictures you might mistook them for red wires and not sweets. However, it was an opportunity to actually taste something that is new in my life and that was a great experience :)

Apart from that, the groups for documentary were already divided. I’m in the same group with mud, fadli, atiqah and also syireen. After a brief discussion in the library, we came out with an idea to document about performing arts. Well, I am not sure whether we will discuss about “the life of a performer” or “performing arts in general”. We will sit around together and discuss more in depth about this. Hopefully, we will be able to make an exciting documentary that will not bore anyone.

I went back Ipoh with Ming Chai on Friday, 23rd of January, by bus. We reached around 9 pm after a long three hours journey because of traffic jams in the highway. Everyone was rushing back for Chinese New Year. Lights from cars were illuminating the darkness of the highway and to me it was a beautiful sight. The highway looked livelier.

My family and i went to my grandmother house for reunion dinner. She is a great cook and the dishes she made were really scrumptious, instantly feeding the famished stomach of ours. My cousins were there too and we spent time talking and watching television till midnight before we went back home and call it a day.

The first day of Chinese New Year was dull. Woke up late and just lazed around at home. No going over to relatives or friends house. In fact no friends did invite me to their house for Chinese New Year. but I’m not going to tell you the boring part of my Chinese New Year, I’m going to reveal something more interesting.

During the first day of Chinese New year, my grandmother went and visits her friend somewhere in Tambun. The house was filled with people. She was inside talking with her friend when she noticed chaos outside the house, just by the gate .The people gathered were shouting and pointing at the sky. Curiously, she went out along with everyone in the house to see what was all the fuss about.

Now, as she reached outside, someone shouted “there’s a dragon! I saw a dragon!” Hence, my grandmother looked at the sky and with astonishment she saw a shiny red and green body like that of a snake. It was beautiful she said. However, when she got there, the dragon head went into the cloud already. Some said they saw the head earlier. Then sensing there was nothing more to see, she went back inside.

My brother and I listened to her story with amazement. It is true? We were curious ourselves, being great fans of mythical creatures, we questioned her many times about how does it looked like. She said what she saw was not a rainbow because the long shiny body was in a snake like shape. An S shape to be exact. Wow! I was certainly baffled. How lucky she was. If she did see the body of the dragon, then it means dragons do exist? Furthermore, this dragon appeared not on any other day but on the first day of Chinese New Year, isn’t that a coincidence?

Anyway I guess till here then. I hope I did made you wonder whether dragons really exist and if you found something or just anything related to this do inform me ya ;)

life is like holding up a rose, you need to feel the thorns before you get to smell it

2009-01-16T06:37:00.000-08:00

Second week of college just passed and homework are piling high already. This week was normal, nothing unusual except that last Sunday I watched Australia at the cinema with a few friends. I would rate that movie 7 out of 10. During one of the EAL/D classes this week, I learn about literary devices and one of them was figurative language. An example of a figurative language would be ‘life is like holding up a rose, you need to feel the thorns before you get to smell it’. I choose this phrase because it somehow does reflect on our lives. Don’t you think? In life we must go through and face challenges or obstacles. No one life’s is easy from the start. We need to work hard for what we want and that is an indisputable fact. After all the hard work then only the rewards come in. Every sweat we make is worth the effort because at the end of the day we will get the reward eventually.

However, we cannot expect that rewards come easily. Rewards are accumulation of effort we made and often it’s only attainable in the long run. Some might think that they work hard the day before their exams then they might produce better grades the next day but that is certainly not true. Look at how many students who failed by implementing this viewpoint. All the small, tiny and little efforts we make each day can make a difference and believe it or not this applies in our lives. Take studying for example. If every single day we study a little bit then in the far future it will be beneficial rather than focusing more on last minute studying. Believe me, it works because I’m starting to make it a habit to at least do a little studying each day and sometimes I read ahead. Needless to say, this method has been proven true by many sources. Another example would be saving money. Normally, we put our money as fixed deposits and wait for our money to grow and this would take at least a year. From this example, although I can’t say that we make efforts by investing our money but I can conclude that rewards do not come easily.

In life, we encounter many faces throughout our phases (hey that’s my blog header! Haha) and it is inevitable. Hence, the phrase ‘life is like holding up a rose, you need to feel the thorns before you get to smell it’ that I had mentioned earlier would also best describe this situation. Although there are many kinds of people that we might hate or dislike, we must move on with our lives nevertheless. These people are merely part of parcel in our life and we must learn to be tolerant. Then again, tolerance does have a limit. It does not mean that when someone gives in, that person is someone who you can step on the head. For me, I give in just to prevent dispute or argument. Often, I would just keep quiet and ignore those who irritates me or those who make my day a troublesome one. I’ve met a lot of people and I finally rationalized that I can’t run away from the people I dislike because they are just the same as the advertisements in TV. I just take them as some kind of distractions that occurred in my life and true enough they won’t last long, just like advertisements.

Anyway, enough of the babblings. I found out its quite interesting to learn literary devices. I used to have an interest in narrating but somehow or rather I painfully give up this interest due to my inability to grasp the language comprehensively. I always have ideas in my mind, you know, the ideas come like slides shows, like a movie in fact but I can’t express my views or story very well in detail. Sometimes I got a rough idea to what to blog, but then, I can’t express it convincingly enough resulting with me ending up not blogging at all.

Do you know any more figurative languages that can be related to our life just like the one I mentioned earlier? If you do, please drop a comment or two ya :)

*p.s. I had to delete the chatbox because it has been a place for spamming and I don’t know who started it but it getting worse. The only solution is to delete it. How sad. Shame on those who spam on my blog, look at what you all have done! but you all are forgiven because all of you are just part of the faces i have seen in my life :)

CHEERS!

are you focused?

2009-01-09T05:18:00.000-08:00

Okay, today is Friday. What is it about Friday you ask? Well starting this week, Friday’s shall never be the same again mainly because I have to update my BLOG! But wait, I did not say that it was a bad thing, in fact I’m looking forward for the end of the week where I can sit down and blog. A time for myself. Now only I know the meaning of “time is precious” and certainly it is. I realized this on the first day of lecture where I was bombarded with assignments and when I use the verb “bombarded” it really means “BOMBARDED”. Can you imagine that? Well if you don’t know what “bombarded” means let me help you.

The definitions of bombard in my Concise Oxford Dictionary are:

attack continuously with bombs or other missiles

and

subject to a continuous flow of questions or information

Well, I hope you can imagine my situation by now since I gave the definition of bombard. Now, let’s not talk about it anymore.

How long is your focus time? Do you know what focus time is? Well focus time is basically the time where you are focused. Is your focus time long or short? Or maybe you are not focused at all? Me, myself has a short duration of focus time. Each time I study or read something (mostly academic); I won’t be able to sit stuck on the chair for at least half an hour! Sometimes my focus time could be around ten or so minutes, pathetic right? I just hope I could improve my focus time so I can study more and hence improve myself. I know I can do it but somehow there is a force that is holding me back. I’m sure most of you experienced what I am experiencing now in some phases of your life. However, whenever I do something that I like or passionate about such as playing the guitar or games, and weird enough, my focus time is a million times longer. I guess the fact that we should do what we are passionate about does sound very true because if everyone are stuck doing what they are not passionate about, then it will result in producing more unfocused and certainly unproductive human in every field. Finally, societies will crumble bringing together the doom of nations.

So, I guess the only solution is to be passionate about everything that you do and believe me it’s easier said than done. This is because you can’t force someone to like something that he or she hates. (I have a problem: whenever I use someone or anyone, for example, if anyone wants to go to the toilet, _______ must ask for permission. What should I fill in the blank? He or she OR you OR they??? Can anyone help me? )I don’t hate studying, seriously, I’m not lying but I hate the fact that my focus time is not long. If my focus time is short then the amount of information I take in would be very little and vice versa. To make an equation out of it, I can say that the amount of focus time is perpendicular to the amount of information one take in.

However, I am trying to improve myself constantly. Whenever I study I would try to glue my bottom on the chair for as long as I could but after a while I would switch to study on the bed. Eventually, well you guessed it right, I fell asleep. Drift off till the next morning. How I wish I could be like some of my friends who can stay stuck on their chair for hours and hence taking in more information. I ‘don’t know why. But there is one thing I know, it’s uncomfortable to sit on the chair. Well, that’s what my body thinks because after a period of time my body will resist to get stuck on the chair and prefer the comfort of the soft bed. And I guess that period of time has come and this is how far I’m going to write for today. Adios.

Introduction

2009-01-07T04:45:00.000-08:00

Hey everyone, this is a new blog. My class were told to create a blog for academic purposes where our English lecturer, Mr. Derick will check on each of our blog every weekend. One of the main purpose is to check and improve our grammar. Besides, we ( my classmates ) are required to practice our writing skills, for example, every paragraph should have a topic sentence and the whole essay must have a thesis statement. I believe this blog should be able to improve my English usage in terms of grammar and hopefully vocabulary.

We were told to update our blog on a weekly basis and not only we have to blog about what we learned in class but also there will some questions that we are going to have to answer. I guess that learning English has been taken to a whole new level as we have to do homework and post them online. Anyhow i believe each and everyone of my class are looking forward to venture in this blogging business in hope to improve their English. I, myself, too wish to achieve something at the end of the day.

Finally, i hope that anyone who read this blog would benefit from it too. As saying goes, " sharing is caring".