::Study Log 9217::

why is it so hard for people to communicate?

2009-07-29T01:45:00.004+08:00

We can see a lot of people are physically talking to each other nowadays compared to our ancestors that only knew how to speak uh-ah-uh and most of the time communicate entirely by gestures. Yet, they tried to understand each other. The prove is, they even created a 'thing' what we called as language just to get to know one another. But, what do we did? We wasted our forebears' efforts of creating languages just because our selfishly insensitivity towards each other.

Eventhough there are a lot of arguable barriers of communication, most of the big problems come back to the root of insensitivity. What is more, even the generational gap between the old and the young, the cultural barrier, the mentality clashes, emotional are all excuses for us to cover our insensitivity.

Why I said so? Just look at ourselves. DO we really think what we are talking about. We just spurt the words without having a thought of how our words affect others. From the story of "a thousand of good prayers", I guess Yilan is the most insensitive one. She ignores the fact that her father coming to her place is actually just because of her. She, being emotional because of their past bitter experience, does not really try to make amends with her father even though Mr Shi was trying very hard to get close to his daughter. He cooks for her, he talks to her, he asks her with sorts of question, yet the only thing that Yilan does is remain silence and cold. She creates such an awkward situation for Mr Shi when he makes an effort to clear the things.

IF she tries to be more TOLERATE, everything would be much easier.

Yet, on the other hand, Mr Shi finds a great satisfaction talking to an Iranian woman, who is a complete stranger, because they are being sensitive to each other. They talk alot in their mother tounge and only talk simple English words to actually translate the whole idea. However, Madam responds to him even though Mr SHi knows that she hardly understand what he is trying to say about. Her warm speech and gestures also comforts him; her nods, her 'yes', her smiles excite him to keep talking and talking. They somehow reach to each others heart and talk 'heart to heart'. Feeling so pleasant being with her, he even dares to tell her the stories that he kept on his own for years. Actually it is not easy for us to actually reveals something that have been kept for a long time. Though, maybe talking to a stranger who is friendly and more tolerate is better because we at the same time feels like we are new person and feels free to talk anything that we like. That is why Mr Shi savours his talking to Madam and anticipates to talk to her everyday.

so i guess the only way for us to break this worthless emotional war is just to be more SENSITIVE to others. :)

*hiyah...finally i finished this. sorry Mr Derick for the late post. i did try to finish by yesterday but i was too tired and sleepy and it was already 4 in da morning at that time. sorry again* :)

PERSONAL STATEMENT FOR ARCHITECTURAL PROGRAM IN RMIT

2009-07-18T17:09:00.003+08:00

“The mother art is architecture. Without the architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization.”

Frank Lloyd Wright is right! Architecture is the élan vital of our edification because the building itself is the embodiment of human culture to indicate the extent of how people had developed. This concept reflects a strong influence on me and since then, architecture is my ultimate choice for career path. As I grow up, my passion runs deeper and deeper. I am very engrossed by everything involving building structure. Reading architectural magazines, taking photographs of edifices and even attending architecture exhibition and seminars; I do all these things with gusto. They give a deep personal satisfaction to me. Yet, I am still not part of them; the artist behind the august masterpieces. I must undertake this architecture program and only then, I may be able to fulfill my dream of being part of this profession.

Having an elder brother who is studying in architecture actually had substantial influence on me. Observing him facing challenges and obstacles in finishing the coursework and gratification that he gets afterwards really gives me an adrenaline rush. I could not stop the thought of and my yearning to study architecture as soon as possible in order to really understand what he is talking about, to value his artwork, and even be able to speak at the same par with him when it comes to architecture. He plays a significant role in supporting and guiding me to take architecture as my career path. We even had planned everything to a T. Being able to pursue an architecture program can be the stepping stone to start a new life for me and my dream.

Having him is also a privilege. I learn a lot from him. He teaches me what architecture is all about; how to sketch, how to draw, how to use AutoCAD and Adobe PhotoShop and even how to communicate with others confidently. He suggests me kinds of architectural books and magazines and always advices me to be a remarkable architect together with him; not only just satisfied by an ‘Ar.’ title. He said, he could see the potential in me and that potential can be polished until it shines out and dazzles others. Being inspired by him, I seriously take those learning and knowledge and try to master all of them so that they become an advantage for me when I study at the university later on.

Studying architecture in RMIT is a perfect choice for someone who really wants to be an architect. So, it is the absolute choice for me. Employing design as a primary mean to educate students fits my desireatum to learn designing skill and taking it to the next level even maybe beyond ordinary skill that other students have. Plus, this program can ameliorate my architectural skills swiftly as the learning process will provide such a conducive environment to nurture teamwork spirit. In other words, architectural school of RMIT really focuses on building the core skills for architects and thus prepares us, the students, to be forerunners in this profession. Moreover, I am impressed by the track records of RMIT students in terms of their internationally acclaimed achievements. Ergo, the RMIT had become the gateway to a long life dream, not only for me but for many aspiring architects as well.

As aforementioned, I practically have my future for after completing the program well-planned. Together with my brother, we plan to set up our own architectural firm with strong environmentally sustainable architectural concept. Our long term goal would be to land international mega projects worth millions of dollars. Yet, someday, I hope that my oeuvre will be appreciated as much as Coliseum, the magnum opus, for its contribution in human culture and civilization. I have an aspiration that one day, my name will align with the other names of architects that play a part in creating today’s civilization for the future generation to remember and reminisce.

* so there goes my personal statement for RMIT. I really hope that I can secure a place in RMIT because RMIT is my first choice and I really want RMIT on top of other universities. amin~

*UPDATED: I sincerely want to thank you, Mr Derick because you helped me a lot in this personal statement. I should say that my personal statement would be an awful essay that is so worthless to read on without all the corrections of errors and the new ideas to be put into the statement. Thank you again Mr Derick :)

I am a wave

2009-06-21T21:42:00.004+08:00

I can be a wave
No, I am a wave.

I can be tender wave
I will just go along with the brisk breeze
To amble in the ocean like an angel flying in the heaven
To fondle and nuzzle gently the desperate beach
Seduce him to wait for me eternally

But, sometimes
I just don't like the world
and I can, too, be sturdy tsunami
my splash would storm
like a field of white stallions,
I gallop across the land
devastate and eradicate anything, everything
in front of me
In a blink, world become a hell!

Yes, I am a wave
And I am a WOMAN too.
So, just don't mess with me, you fool!

She is...

2009-04-22T14:48:00.005+08:00

She is so pretty and sexy; so comfortable in her own skin. From top to toe, everything about her is flawless and perfect. Not to mention her eyes, an orb of rich, verdant green placed between her elegantly-shaped face. Every time she blinks, the dazzling eyes gleam and glint resplendently as if they’ve captured all the sunlight and reflected it back like an emerald. Yes. She has the eyes that can beguile anyone, who would by any chance, look at her.

Her sublime hair is always meticulously taken care of. She always dresses up extravagantly and elegantly; and never fails to look gorgeous in her glorious black-tabbed dark brown dress. Every day, like a model catwalking on the stage, she will sashay elegantly in front of the house trying to allure anyone who catches her eye. As you walk towards her, she would teasingly run at first. But then, gently she will walk around you, touch your skin, and capture your heart. You will feel like you’ve heard a voice from the heavens every time she talks to you. The melody of her voice, so velvety and pleasant.

And, every time I see her, I feel like I want to hug her…

Meet Lovey’s friend, the cute cat that’s always begging for food in front of house 69…

"come and kiss me..."

to all of you~

2009-03-28T19:43:00.003+08:00

to dad and mom,
i want to be your good child.
the obedient one.
but, sorry...
i still make a lot of troubles for both of you.

to my teachers,
i want to be your excellent students.
the one that can make you proud.
but, sorry...
i still do lot of mistakes in the exam.

to my friends,
i want to be your loyal and understanding companion.
the one that can cheer up your day.
but sorry...
i still appear to be insensitive and selfish sometimes.

to my Creator, the MIGHTY God,
i want to be Your devoted slave.
the one that remembers You all the time.
but sorry...
i still commit evil doings and sins again and again...

to all of you,
i promise, i promise, i promise
to be a BETTER ME some day...

*this is not a poem or whatsoever...
just a piece of writing that show my feeling right now...
hmmmm....

TONIGHT IS EARTH HOUR NIGHT...
SWITCH OFF THE LIGHT PLEASE!!!!

funny thing called E N G L I S H

2009-03-27T16:54:00.003+08:00

When the stars are out, they are visible,When the lights are out, they are invisible.

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.

How can ‘A Slim Chance’ and ‘A Fat Chance’ be the same?

How can ‘You’re so cool’ and ‘You’re not so hot’ be different?

Why are ‘A Wise man’ and ‘A Wise guy’ opposites?

A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.

The bandage was wound around the wound.

I did not object to the object.

The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

A guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.

Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat.

English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France.

If brother becomes Brethren, why doesn’t mother become Methren?

If tooth becomes teeth, why doesn’t booth become beeth?

If one goose becomes two geese, why doesn’t one moose becomae two meese?

How come Writers write but Fingers don’t fing?And Grocers don’t groce and Hammers don’t ham?

A box in the plural becomes is boxes.But an Ox in the plural never becomes oxes. (It becomes Oxen).

A lone mouse can transform into a whole set of mice,But it’s impossible for a single house to become a whole block of hice. (It becomes houses).

Although the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, we must be grateful for small mercies of the language that the feminine pronouns after ‘She’ don’t become ‘Shis’ and ‘Shim’.

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down,in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

It is only in the English language that people recite at a play and play at a recital.
No sooner had my eye fallen upon the tear in the painting, then this eye of mine began to shed many a tear.
It’s not ridiculous, but entirely sensible to ship by truck and send cargo by ship.

We are a strange lot to have noses that run and feet that smell.

Shouldn’t there be a shorter word for “monosyllable”?

If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?

If people from Poland are called “Poles,” why aren’t people from Holland called Holes?

If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn’t it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed?

*chuckles*

does any other language has this kind of thingy?~

*source: innocent english

The cuteness is just for them...

2009-03-27T00:12:00.004+08:00

With the warm and the shiny smile, plus the lively laugh, everyone would fall in love with them.
Then, the small feet walk on the grass, tiptoe and explore the new world, owh how adorable they are.The big and round and dazzling-as-if-they-were-crystal eyes, looking innocently, never fails to beg for love from people. All their action are like magnet attracting others' attention, no matter however they act. Even just a small step from them would make the world smile too.

Father asked us, "What was God's noblest work?" Anna said, "Men", but I said "Babies". Men are often bad, but babies never are.
Louisa May Alcott

Yes, those are babies. They hold an almost universal appeal, even for the grouchiest among us.
There's just something about their big shining eyes and button noses that draws us in
and stirs our most tender feelings.

In short, babies are cute! It is like the word 'cute' is created for them. They, the babies and cuteness are inseparable. Every time you see a little baby with her thumbs inside the mouth, you would say, "Oh....look, isn't she cute?" Their dainty nature are naturally being there for them. There is no need plastic surgery, botox injection, or even traditional treatment for a baby to be cute, to look cute, to act cute and to even cry cutely.

But, don't you ever think why God gives this virtue to these little creature who don't ever know that they are cute despite of the origins, colour skin and whoever their parents are.

Well, I did research a bit about it and surprisingly, it can be explains in terms of biological anthropology and human development. Wow. According to Jeffrey Kurland, associate professor of biological anthropology and human development, "we are inherently attracted to a specific set of characteristics, including large, symmetrical heads, large eyes, small mouths, and small noses." Hmmm...Really?

Children reinvent your world for you.
Susan Sarandon

Logically, I just think that God creates them to be cute is because to evoke the sense of humanity, caring and love for each other and to strengthen the bonds. It's human normality to like and love and care for beautiful things. So as to the babies. As we can see, the mothers who carry the infants for nine months feel like their burdens had gone away once they see their babies' cute face. All the suffers for nine months can be replaced by just one cute little face.

That's why I consider the ones who dare to kill the babies in what ever ways, either through abortion or even just throw the babies into the garbage, are inhumane. They are worse than animals. Even animals know how to take care of their babies, despite they don't have the 'brains'. Its because they have we called as 'natural instinct'. We, the homo sapiens, have the brains and the instinct. But, why on Earth there's still people who don't love babies...

Take a sprinkling of fairy dust,
An angel's single feather,
Also a dash of love and care,
Then mix them both together.
Add a sentiment or two,
A thoughtful wish or line,
A touch of stardust, a sunshine ray...
It's a recipe, for a Baby Girl truly fine.
Author Unknown

All in all, I want a cute baby too...hahahahaha *lol*

the happiest day~

2009-03-14T15:12:00.007+08:00

I looked at the calendar...hmmmm...January has passed, February has passed but i still didn't have the chance to go home. I miss my home so much especially my mom and dad and siblings..not forgotten, my mom's cooking....hmmm thinking of her luscious scrumptious delicious (and all the -ious adjectives that can decribe) cookings make my mouth water...yummy...

now it's March. I feel like crazy when I looked at others packing bags to go home (espeacially Ya who is always returns to Kajang during weekend). How I wished my home were somewhere around here. I can just go back at anytime I want.

Maybe God heard my wishes. He knew that I needed my mom at this moment and He whispered my wishes to somebody so that my mom has the reasons to go to KL despite abundance of work to do. So suddenly, one day my mom called. She said that she had some works in Petaling Jaya. Something to do with MQA but I'm not really sure about it. It doesnt matter right now. As long as I can meet my mom, I just dont care what's the purpose of her coming to KL. Yeay. Just can't wait that moment.

As decided, I would go to her place at Hotel Hilton PJ after Maths class in Thursday. So, I went to CP and waited for the taxi. My heart was already in my mom's hotel room, it is just my body still didn't reach the right destination. After about 15 minutes, I arrived at the hotel. Oh thank God, because the drivers said it supposed to have heavy traffic jam at that time, but that day, the traffic was so smooth which he guessed it was a rare case. Yeah. HE knew that I was so eager to meet my mom. I just couldn't sit still in the taxi. So finally, my body met her soul and Liyana met her mom whom she missed a lot.

I was about to cry when I saw her. It had been almost 2 months and a half since I left Dungun that I didn't see her face in front of me. Yet, I don't to spoil the mood. I just hugged her and she kissed my my face the way she always did to me (Damn, I just can't bear my tears right now...writing about her really makes me miss her).

Then, Mummy brought me to her room before we went out again to go to nearest restaurant for dinner. And how considering my mom, she brought me to Secret Recipe, my favourite restaurant. So, I just ordered my favourite dishes as always, spagetti meat ball and my mom ordered her lamb stew. Oh God, that was the most delicious spagetti ever, well not because it is delicious but simply because I ate it with my mom.

There's a story between my mom, me and the Secret Recipe's spagetti. Well, when I was sitting for the SPM, I had fever. So, one day my mom came without telling me she wanted to see me whether I'm okay or not. And, she brought SPAGETTI MEATBALL from Secret Recipe. So, since then it became my favourite dishes.

We then went back to my mom's room. And you know what, I slept very early that night. After Isya' (night) prayer, I felt very sleepy. Plus the cosy and fluffy bed and the cooling air cond it's very condusive to sleep. While sleeping, I suddenly felt my mom take my head and put it on her arm, she hugged me to keep me warm. Wahhh... I slept in my mother's arms that night. Seriously, it was the first night that I can sleep peacefully since I came back to Bandar Utama.

Next morning, before I went to KBU for learning session, she packed quite a lot of food for me. And of course thinking of my health, she gave me breads and breads and breads and fruits. Then, I kissed her good bye and straight went to KBU.

That Thursday was the best day ever in these two month of living in BU. I do hope that time will fly very fast so that June arrives earlier and I can go back to Dungun.

I am sorry...

2009-02-27T18:05:00.007+08:00

This whole week was like a nightmare when it came to English class. This week we had a lot of discussions where the students were required to speak a lot. Much more than usual. It frightened me very much because I am such a bad English speaker. All I could do was just sitting there like a stone and watched other people responding to Mr Derick happily. They just voiced out their opinions as easy as ABC. I envy them so much.

I am so sorry Mr Derick that I am not a responsive student. You must be disappointed for having a student like me ... I do wish that I master a fluent English, so that I can also participate in the discussion, I mean really participate in the class and do all the talking. Of course, I want to be a good student of yours but unfortunately in English class, if you want to a good student to the teacher, you have to speak, by hook or by crook.

I do feel VERY INFERIOR in English class. I feel like I am nobody, just a bunch of crap that is accidentally being there and interfering the mode of the class. Yeah, like you said before, Mr Derick, when ever you lecture us about being silent in the class and we would feel regret as if we wouldn't do that again in class, I do think the same thing again and again. But to be truth I never made the initiative to start talking in the class and respond to you. I just think that it is an embarrassing thing to do when you suddenly become active in the class. Or is just me for being so shy and pessimistic? Hmmm.. I don't know what should I do right now.

One more thing, English class does make me feel very frustrated sometimes. Why? Because I have my own opinions for your statements, Mr Derick. I really want to point it out, to ask whether it is accepted or not. And I also know the answer for your question. I want to give the answer but my mouth is like being locked at that time. I can't open my mouth. I also have lots of questions regarding to what we are discussing that I really don't understand and need confirmation from you. But, like I said before, i just cant say it. Sobs.=(

Actually this kind of things also happen for other subjects especially in physics and economics. I don't have the courage to raise my hand up and ask questions or answer the questions. Most of the time, I would keep my self as silent as the grave and confused until I reach home and search it for myself. Isn't it wasteful if I cant get the answer directly from the lecturers but I don't ask for the answer. To some extent I would ask friends besides me to ask for the questions. Usually Nadiah and Nadira would help me to ask the questions that I want to ask but dont dare to do so.

And next week is going to be another nightmare to me. Even worse and scarier. The movie review really make me sweats thinking of it. Everyone is not allowed to have any notes on their hands. It has to be as spontanious as possible and that is quite impossible for me eventhough I have the points to talk about or I already memorize all the things I need to say in 3 minutes. It is because I also have stage fright. I had it since I was a child. I hate being in front of a lot of people looking at me when I don't know what to say, and how to say. Yet, because of that I really really admire those who can stand in front of public and talk. I would stare at them in awe and sometimes have goose bumps because of too much admiration. Heh.

Again, I'm sorry Mr Derick and please don't expect too much from me in the moview review. I know that I would upset you in the end.

p/s:Anyway I found that you are kind of cute and funny during the Thursday class, when you said you loved the computer. I think it is a very sweet scene and makes me to smile non stop when ever I recall that moment and plus the scene when you made a bird-shaped shadow. =D

When I was a child...

2009-02-14T16:52:00.005+08:00

I miss my childhood.

When I was a child, I used to be very energetic and never gave up in anything I did. I tried everything that make me curious. I wanted to explore more. I climbed a tree and fell but i still would climb it on the next day. I learned how to ride a bicycle and kept falling but i did not stop. I would not feel embarrassed for not knowing how to ride and for falling again and again. I kept on going until I really learned how to ride a bike.

Yet, today I don't have that kind of energy and spirit anymore. I feel very helpless, I feel very ashamed every time I make silly mistakes and I give up quickly when I find the thing is difficult.

When I was a child, I used to be happy-go-lucky, very cheerful with no problems stuck in my head. Everything seemed joyful to me. Everyday was play time. Every place was playground. My world only revolved around games, barbie dolls, teddy bears, Lego's, and lots of other fun things.

Yet, now it's hard to find any moment where I can enjoy myself to the fullest. Problems are everywhere.

I wish I were in my childhood again and never become an adult, a perpetually busy and problematic person. However, it is totally impossible. Life must goes on no matter what happens to you. It makes you appreciate the life more...

Tips on how to memorise the characters in your literary text

2009-02-06T03:56:00.002+08:00

Hehehe. firstly, I really want to say that this title is the longest title of posts I ever made.

Well to start with, we the AUSMAT students are required to read three novels this year and one of them is Falling Leaves. For your information, this novel is the thickest and has the smallest font size. Can you imagine how many words the book has and how long the story is. So, you would find it very difficult to memorise all the things in the books especially the characters and the plot of the story. So here is one of the ways to memorise. A very easy one.

: Match the characters in the novel with your own HOUSEMATES. :)

And this thing is really happening in my house, the homesweethome 69. It all started when my housemates kept telling me that I looked like Niang. What the heck? Niang? Am I that bad to be called as Niang? ( Niang is the cruelest antagonist I ever read about). So, we started to create the characters one by one in the house.

ME as NIANG
Now, I have to accept it. I do look a little bit like Niang. I like to bully my friends especially homies. Hehehe. My 'beloved' target is always izzati. So, everyday they keep telling the Niang characteristics, according to the book, to me like, "You are so cruel, like Niang." " Niang(they call me), don't do that to tati, pity her".

Izzati aka roomie aka Adeline
Well, she is one year younger than me. So, she is the most suitable target. And let me tell you, she is very childish and like to brood over my jokes in a very FUNNY way. So, it is very amusing to tease and bully her. Seriously entertaining especially when I'm tension doing all the homeworks. But, she would always say, " I'm Adeline. I should be patient. I am the protagonist. I am the kind person in the story. bla bla bla." Whatever, Adeline. As long as I get the chance to bully you, I am very pleased. Hahaha.

Anne aka roomie aka Aunt Baba.
Okay, Anne. You are the ' Aunt Baba'. The one who like to back up Adeline and others when I bedevil them. She would play the Aunt Baba role and always try to tell me that I'm very bad and shouldn't do that to them. You are the 'gentle' one and pleased these girls always. Uweekkk. Just wait and see, I'll bully you. *evil laugh*

Nadiah aka Susan.
Eventhough she is vertically challenged, don't you ever belittle this small cute girl. She is very daring! She is the only one who can fire me back and tease me like the way I tease others. And that is why we call her Susan. But, one thing that is not good about this. She always think she is the prettiest, the most out spoken and the braviest girl like Susan. Nadiah, oh Nadiah. " I disowned you from this family!!!" Hahaha. *evil laugh again*

Nadhirah Afiah aka Franklin.
I like this girl. She is the most adorable among other. You know why? Because she always support me. Hehehe. She would be the yes girl and agree to anything I do. I would always call her 'my beloved franklin'. I even put a note on her wall,

"My dear franklin, don't you ever eat unwashed strawberries.
I don't want you to be dead. I need you. I only love you.

Love, Niang"

ps: but sometimes, I also bully her. Hahaha. Now, I am far more cruel than Niang.

Nadira aka James.
The only reason we call her James is that she likes to say "Suan le". Oh yes. Another thing, she will do something bad and act innocently to others sometimes. You can't trust her just like Adeline can't trust James. She is the wolf with sheep coat.

Hmmm. I now realize that this characteristic-matching activities really help me memorising the Falling Leaves indirectly. It is actually for fun, just to live up the ambiece of the house. Yet, it benefits me. I still can remember the story quite vividly evethough I read the book for the first time two months ago.

After all, literature is not that bad. Its funny and interesting too. I just like it.

p/s: I just can't wait till the second sem because Falling Leaves's review is in the second sem.

The Fate

2009-02-04T23:24:00.007+08:00

People like to think about their life or, I can say, condemn their life. Yeah. We never satisfy with what we already have. Well, that includes me. Most of the time, I would just ponder, ponder, and ponder about things that I have been through. But, one thing for sure, it is all about fate. If it is fated to be like that, we should accept it. There is hidden meaning for everything that happens in our life.

First case:

I really wanted to go to boarding school since I was in primary school. I bet, with the flying colours result and all the co-curriculum activities I participated, I would be accepted. Yet, things happened the other way round. I was rejected. So I just went to a normal school where I was forced to take Arabic Language subject. Ahhhh?? Why? I don’t want it.

Well, I never know that the subject is a ticket for me to go to boarding school. It happened to be that I was accepted to go to a renowned boarding school in Malaysia and I learnt a lot of things there. I think I wouldn’t find the priceless knowledge anywhere else.

So, if I were accepted to go to boarding school when I was first former in the first place, I would not learn the Arabic language and went to boarding school dreamt by most of the students. So, isn’t it fated?

Second case:

I applied for Architecture in England. However, I was offered to go to Australia. Instead of being grateful, I kept asking why they don’t offer me to go to England. What a selfish person I was at that time.

Time flows. Now, I feel very happy to have the chance to go to Australia and take AUSMAT. I have found something precious here, in KBU- the great lecturers, new knowledge, fantastic friends and many more. If I were chosen to go to UK, I wouldn't have the opportunity to meet all of them. So, isn’t it fated?

Now, don’t you think things happens in this world are just a matter of fate. You can't run away from them. It will happen and you just have to accept it, know how to react and handle, as simple as that. There’s no need of sighing and mourning if anything bad happens. And there’s no need to be TOO happy if anything good happens because sometimes what we think is good for us is actually bad for us.

We always sigh when God gives us the rain but we never think that the God wants to give us a beautiful rainbow after the rain.

the questions are...

2009-01-27T15:13:00.005+08:00

where do you read and study?

Hmmm. I'm not a kind of people that would stick at one place to study or to read anything. Well, it depends on what type of reading I'm doing. If it is for study purpose, of course, on the table. Any table. Diner table, study table, coffee table, or even a small table with all the alphabets and pictures on it. As long as it is a table with flat surface, I can write and study on it. No jokes. i prefer to write on the alphabets-and-picture-decorated small table that suits a child much younger than me instead of studying on the proper table which makes me have a relentless back pain after sitting for hours. seriously, it is very comfortable to study on that small table. on the other hand, for light reading, bed is my best choice. oh, plus with the comforter. it is just nice especially to read a novel like the Twilight one. *grin*

what is the best time for you to read?

It's kind of weird to say but the best time for me to read is when the weather is cold like it is going to rain outside. I just like the coolness and it soothes me. In other words, I can say it just boost up my mood to study. Cloudy day is a a good day to me, no doubt. One more thing, people used to say, I have the gene of an owl or maybe a bat. It runs in my blood. Know why? It is simply because I'm a nocturnal person. My adrenaline runs faster at night that in the noon. I work at night and sleep until noon. I know it's a bad habit. Totally a bad and unhealthy habit. yeah. This thing cost me a severe headaches sometimes. Yet, it is still my style of work. I think my brain can download all those knowledge from the source efficiently and smoothly like my computer downloading movie files at night with the smooth internet connection. *oppsss, my other reason for staying up late at night is to download movies and watch it straight away after it finished downloading*

How long do you normally study without a break?

Hahaha. this question makes me laugh. Well, there is nothing funny about this question. It is just me. For my condition, we should change the question, "how long you normally rest without studying?" and my answer is absolutely most of the time. In 2 hours of sitting at the table with books all over it, I can assure my quality time of cramming is only 20 to 30 minutes. Another 1 and half hours just flies away. For your information, I have a disease which I had it since I was a child- lazy. I hardly can focus for more than 2 hours unless I was in hot soup at that time, maybe the deadline of assignment is the next day and my work still have half way to go or maybe the next day is examination and I still don't study anything. Only then, I can study non-stop and like some others say, I burn the midnight oil. hmm...

What type of distraction bother you the most?

If we take out the phrase "the most", my list is endless. There are tonnes of things "purposely" attract me when I tried my best to focus. Even a tiny little ant would become very interesting whenever I have books on my hand. OK, my biggest enemy is my two eyes. These organs really like to block my view. They will slowly close until I can't see anything and bang! I fall asleep... you bad small round eyes. How many times I've told you not to disturb me when I study. Yet, you are bad boys. You just don't want to listen to me. Next, my deary hard disk and CDs. Hehehe. Every week, I got tonnes of new dramas, movies and animes from the net. So they are simply irresistible. I have to watch them on weekend before I got another movies even though I have math test on Monday. ayoyo. Ok, the the top three on list is my friends. Yet, the situation is a little bit different here. It is not them who will disturb me, but it is me the one who will have the horns on top of my head and hold the metal thingy with three pointed ends which I don't know what is its name act like one. I will make lots of unrelated-to-study things before them just to "undeliberately" disturb them. That's why I never had a study group, I will only become my friends' biggest distraction if I had one. *sigh*

What types of rewards might work for you?

Hmmm, when I was a small cute little kid who really keen to study, the answer to that question maybe the word "excellent" plus with the 5 stars below it. Oh, I would very much pleased at that time to have a lot of stars on ABC book. But now, I am a teenager who attend a college. I don't need those stars anymore. All I need is just maybe a compliment from the lecturer telling that I have tried my best to accomplish something so just keep it up. It is a motivation for a student like me to strive harder when you hear something nice. Maybe the lecturer can do something like reverse psychology to me some times. Maybe he need to say that my work is not enough to meet his expectation, or just say I am "slow", need to run faster to catch up the lessons. It sounds like a harsh "rewards" but it still can be considered as rewards if it is meant for my own success. After all, the rewards are things that encourage as to strive harder, right!

p/s: ah, finished at last after 4 hours of sitting in front of the laptop plus watching some korean drama episodes. see. i just proved what i have told earlier. its hard to focus on one thing for a long period of time. anyway, mr derick, sorry for not being punctual. there's internet problem before this.

BOYCOTT ISRAEL AND USA

2009-01-17T02:48:00.002+08:00

From the title above, I bet you can straight away guess what I am going to write about at this moment. Yes. Of course it is about Palestine, Israel, Gaza, holocaust, massacre and human rights. Yet, instead of giving my own opinion which is obviously against the Israel's cruelty and inhumanity, I would like to write about things that we should do as a perfectly aware human beings who love peace, who want to defend human rights. Ok, now I have a few questions here to be answered later on.

1. what are we going to do?
2. why are doing that?
3. what is the point of doing that, if the USA and Germany are helping Israelis?

WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?

Should we find a magnum sniper, KM sub-machine gun, IDF defender, M224 mortar, or maybe become a suicide bomber or at least get our father's "senapang gajah" and fight with those bitchy Israelis? Do we have to put on a strike with all the banners saying "Save Palestine", "Demon Israel", Move Out From Palestine", or "Give Them Freedom"? Must we send some aid like doctors, medicines and food? No. We don't really have to do those kinds of things. I mean, as a normal person who don't have extraordinary power or lots of money. There is another method. A very easy one. A cost-efficient and energy saving one. It is BOYCOTT. Boycott the products by USA and Israel that openly supporting Israel's finance. You can save your money by buying less things. Plus, you don't need to use any of your physical energy to personally wage a war against them.

We are using a vast array of USA products. Our food, our make ups, our clothes, our electronic devices and even our favourite tv channels. Most of them are controlled by the USA and Israel. Just look at our daily life. We cook using MAGGI products, we put REVLON on our faces, we use IBM laptops, we drink and eat at STARBUCKS and MCDONALD's, we use NOKIA phones, we read TIME, we like COCA COLA, we watch CNN and 20th CENTURY FOX's movies. See how dependent we are with these products? And these are only some of them. For more, you can check it here.

Well, I admit that we really can't avoid from using all those things at all. At least we should try. We should begin with something that we don't really need or something that we only plan to buy. We can stop eating McD's finger-licking foldover and curly fries and Starbucks's heavenly mocha. and if your Nokia's phone broke, try other brand-Sony Ericsson maybe. In short, just try to minimise the consumption.

WHY WE ARE DOING THAT?

Simple. It is because of that bloody hell Israelis are torturing, tormenting and scourging the poor Palestinians including the innocent civilians. They violated the ceasefire agreement and keep launching attacks on the Gaza Strip, and have so far killed hundreds of people.

These last few days, I read a news and I found that the answer of the Israeli spokesman to a question asked is a very irksome one. The man said people should be deceived by the young age of killed 'terrorists'.

(face of the most wanted 'terrorist')

"They may look young to you and me. But, these people are terrorist at heart. Don't look at ther deceptively innocent faces, try to think of the demons inside each of them. ... If you were in our shoes, would you allow them to grow up to kill your children or finish them off right now?"

Oh God, how can the little child think about revenge, war and those things. Ironically, Israelis are the ones who teach their next generation leaders to be hateful ones.

(Israeli girls enjoy signing on the artillery shells to be sent to Palestine)

WHAT'S THE POINT OF DOING THAT, IF THE USA AND GERMANY ARE AIDING THEM?

Well, we can't do anything about the aid but at least we can reduce the company's profit. So these companies soon learn that they need to forfeit their investment on Israel, or else lose the international market. Consequently, there are lower funds for Israeli military which brings to no more oppression and onslaught in Gaza Strip.

p.s1: I may sound very discriminative and hate those Israelis-yes I admit it- but my opinion on them is not based on religious reason yet for the sake of human rights. As I've mentioned earlier, someone who is rational and is not blinded by those fake news and know what is actually happening in Palestine will stand by my side and fight for the Palestinians' rights and freedom.

p.s2: Sorry for some unpleasant words that I used.

a mother...

2009-01-09T19:04:00.000+08:00

She is a woman who I call mother. Nobody can take that title from her. She is a woman who I love dearly, sincerely and ardently. No one can replace her for that love. She is the queen of my heart. Not a single soul can sit on the throne of my heart but her. She is my one and only saviour when I really need somebody to soothe me. She is Noor Aida binti Kamaruddin.

People always say that when a child is sick, the mother will feel the pain more than the child himself. That is a mother. It is a common trait that is shared by every person who holds the cognomen of mother. My mom is no different. Well, I used to give my mom headaches a lot. While I was still a cute little toddler, I caught chicken pox and had to stay in the hospital. So, my perpetually busy mother accompanied me and had to sleep in a child-sized bed. Can you imagine the level of 'comfort' an adult would experience sleeping in such a small bed? Well, that was when I still did not know anything and needed her attention.

I thought it would never happen again when I am at this age-big enough to take care of myself. Yet, the same thing happened again when I was taking my SPM exam two years ago. This time, it was a high fever and stomachaches which just because of a gulp of expired apple juice I bought before. I was so scared that I could not concentrate on the next day's paper, I called my mom and cried to her on the phone. That evening, my eldest brother came, telling that my mother asked him to check my condition. I knew she was so panic and worried, thinking about my health and my examination.

The following day, I sat for my Chemistry paper and continued my routine as a student. Around 8.00 pm, while I was praying at the musolla, someone called me to go to the gazebo in front of the hostel. Next thing I knew was my mom standing in front of me. I was stunned and speechless and I could feel my eyes filled with tears then. She insisted to visit me even though I had my brother here to take care of me. Daddy said, she would not sit still until she has seen for herself how I was doing. On top of that, she took four-day leaves just to come and see me. Being beside her was like being given the best treatment and I had the new spirit and fortitude to endure the examination in sick condition.

How I missed that moments. I could feel her unconditionally love for me at that time. Even though I might look pampered by my parents, I am so grateful to have the chance to feel such an immense warmth of love from such an amazing woman.

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. -Tenneva Jordan

This is only a pinch of examples of her true love for her children. There are tonnes of proves to show that every mother is a great person. No other human being can do exactly the things she do for us. That's why we should always grateful for having a mother in our life and be an obidient child. No matter who is you mother -a cleaner, a factory worker, a doctor or an engineer- you should have respect on her or you will regret when she is no more live in this world because a mother is irreplaceable. There is no such thing as 'second mother' in this world. All in all, I wish I could be like my mother one day, who can give a hearty love to her children.