Alice Springs 2008

Updates after Long Non-Update… (P2)

2010-04-03T01:48:00.001-07:00

As promised, I will update my dear readers about my life in Dunedin. My easy life ended after lecture commenced. As God loves me too much, he places me in a group (Pharmacy second year students are allocated into four groups, with different laboratory sessions) that timetable is occupied with five labs every fortnight. Situation become worse with tests and assignments that all counted for final marks.

Above are the pictures taken when New Zealand Army starting a procession. In fact. I am not clear about the reason they had this procession. I was on duty at a checkpoint in conjunction with treasure hunt organised for Malaysian sponsored students.

This is a plant that fascinates biology students a lot – it is God’s work (genetics) that allow all three colour tones appear in the same plant. For all the University of Otago’s students, you can see this tree on your way from Toroa to St David.

View outside my flat. I miss the sun a lot nowadays. As I am solar-powered, I need sunlight to keep me alive (sounds like photosynthetic animal).

My first (and maybe last) dispensing jacket with details of the buttons. Even though I do not like to wear the jacket, but I love the practical works during dispensing lab. It makes me feel alive apart from the usual lectures of hardly visible drug molecules.

Shark warning bell is definitely a new thing for Malaysians. This is located in St Clair beach.

I got a little bit of sunburn from this trip to St Clair. As lecture has not commenced at that time, I have quite some good time with new Toroans (Toroa International House residents).

As I am on Easter Break now, so I will come out with some brand new updates soon, not like this one that is already aged. I bow to you, my dear readers who are still supporting me, despite my long absence.

Updates after Long Non-Update… (P 1)

2010-04-03T01:44:00.001-07:00

Looking at the digital numbers behind clear screen of my watch, it has been a full month that I abandoned my readers. I apologise for my long absence. I always think to write, but timetable of a second year pharmacy course never let me do so. I was always exhausted from reading and ‘testing’ and only casual gaming during weekends.
Anyway, I am back! I may break a month’s account into several parts, before my dear readers stuff to death (maybe bored to death).

Aerial view of Malaysia. Organised structures and buildings.

Cotton outside the plane.

More cotton, ha3!

Little waterfall in ‘Butterfly Garden’ in Singapore Changi Airport. What a tiny airport!

Even beauty will not last…

When flowers do not grow, and butterflies need food…

Interior designs in Changi Airport. I have no idea about the purpose of those fin-like structures below the ceiling. Any thermodynamic purpose?
Above are the photos I took during my 14 hours journey back to Dunedin, New Zealand.
My next update will be on my life after I arrived in the wasted land near the south end of the world.

Pfft. Little kids shouldn't run around with knives.

2010-03-06T00:39:00.000-08:00

MY GOD I WAS LOOKING FOR SOME EXCITEMENT AND THRILLS ON THIS BLOG, I THOUGHT IT’D DIED A LONG TIME AGO AND WENT STRAIGHT TO HELL!!

Dear Mr. Penis/Dick who dropped a precious little gem of sage wisdom in the cbox. Wouldn’t it be great if your last name was Head? Grow some stones and put your real name in, when you want to shout out and be a smartass. Hi, I’m Jasmine by the way, and I really do love meeting folks who can't help but add witty snippets here and there when they can't find anything else that picks apart an argument.

Does it even matter if he was or wasn’t a foreign student, was that the main point of my argument, was it even a supporting contention anywhere in the whole argument? THAT little piece of shit, my dear idiot anonymous penis friend, does not make or break my argument. Try harder, chump. The whole post wasn’t even about that little titbit of useless information, it merely brought me to another argument about people who want their own laws enforced in lands that aren’t theirs.

Learn to READ before talking shit. I said “Something tells me”, not “I know for a fact that he is”. And was that the best refutation you could try to attack with? Next time come up with something better, especially if you claim I’m an idiot, coz you sure as hell didn’t give anyone a semblance of even the most vague of notions that your intelligence was of any higher quality than that of a head of lettuce.

And congratulations on your soaringly high self-esteem, everyone out there must be absofuckinglutely dying to call themselves “kote”. Your parents must be very proud of you, kote-dude. Oh wait, seeing how horrifyingly anal you are, let me just prepare and lube you up a bit just in case you want another fight. Alright so it was: Kote-dude SLASH... DUDETTE. So there. I’ve acknowledged the fact that SOMETHING TELLS ME that I might be wrong that you are a male. Not that I KNOW FOR A FACT that you are a male. Does this ring a bell about paying attention before spewing trash? See, Lessons In Life 101, simple huh?

But on a serious note, thank you for informing me that he wasn’t a foreign student, it just gives me more reason to lose hope in having tolerant open-minded Malaysians in Malaysia. When the US tells M’sia that what it’s doing is wrong, we shout, “This is OUR country, we gained independence from you infidel evil Westerners a long time ago! LEAVE OUR SOVEREIGNTY ALONE!!”. Then when the US/any other nation makes some policies of their own, we’re the first big and mighty nation to yell out and scream in objection, and have boycotts in downright defiance: “TASTE OUR RIGHTEOUS WRATH YOU PIGS! We the mighty nation shall stand in your way of economic development, by not buying all products that might represent an amount probably equivalent to 0.000000025% of your nation's GDP!!”!! And show them who knows how to handle global politics the right way. Unfortunately the only ones who hear our little leaders shouting away are the people who tune into TV1, TV2 and TV3. Sorry guys, CNN has bigger issues and ideas to cover.

i miss alice springs :)

2009-12-12T10:29:00.000-08:00

oih hello. i know long since i post anything. its not that i dont remember any of u guys (which i do miss all the time) its just im so lazy to post anything. hee. how is everyone doing. seems like everybody is doing well (thru facebook) la. but well, there's of course the ups n downs in study. haish~ im pretty much doing ok in india. having fun as much as i could but most of the time struggling with the hectic schedule :) which is so not fun when u only have one day of weekend.
well, im just dropping by to say that i really miss everyone so much n things have been so different witout u guys around. love lots, bella.

Dead, or another New Start?

2009-12-02T05:57:00.001-08:00

BIOC192	Foundations of biochemistry	53	C-
HEAL192	Foundations of epidemiology	64	C+
HUBS192	Human body systems 2	68	B-

Above table shows my final exam results. I know it is ugly, but there should be no secret in this world. Besides, this is what I deserved after such hard work. Studying until late at night and cracking head for all those “crazy” questions (not all, but some) did not pass me to the 70 cut-off point intended. I know dad is very disappointed, and I may drag him down to this dark water (he is my guarantor), but I can do nothing to change.

~~Those 12A1’s during SPM are useless for life.~~ I love biology and anatomy, just as my result shows (biology and anatomy is always highest mark I can get). I love it not because it is easy to study (it is among the hardest subjects for most), but biology is the only subject I can see and analyse. It is the subject that really open my mind and heart towards God.

There are a few “choices” available for me now, even though I already decided which path to walk down. I know I do not have, and will not have money to pay back Malaysian government. Then, I hope I will be permitted to continue my degree in Bachelor of Sciences – Anatomy and Structural Biology I guess. I do not want to talk about other paths, just to tell I will not back off or withdraw anyway.

To all my supporters, I apologise to disappoint you all. Please help me again, pray for me. Thank you all for being so supportive along the period.

9/11

2009-09-11T00:34:00.000-07:00

Nothing personal Loh.

Firstly, to put it so generally, that America treats all Muslims like terrorists because it does not understand Islam, is too much of an idealistic way to look at the situation when you think in terms of ways to implement practical and efficient security measures to safeguard your nation.

And to say those bastards with no regard for the lives and loves of others, are not Muslims, because they do not truly understand the religion, you yourself are conducting your thoughts in the same way as a Taliban village council member would. It is a convenient way to shrug these menaces to society by just saying, "Oh no...You guys got it wrong, we're not associated with them even though we fall under the same banner! Please don't clump me with them!". Unfortunately, who is to decide who's religion is which, if not the person embracing the faith himself. It's like saying those who participated in The Inquisition weren't Catholics because "mainstream Catholicism", whatever that might mean, doesn't condone what they did. You have no right to say that what they believe in is wrong or a perversion of the truth, because if you do, so do they (which most already do because of their backward mentality – and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to lower yourself to thir standards). They carry out executions summarily, under the guise of a Muslim 'brother/sister' being a heretic, or having been diverted from the 'true path' of what is supposed to be believed.

You can say Muslims are not the only ones who commit atrocities - look at daily incidences of fathers, mothers, sons and daughters, husbands and wives, killing each other for various reasons incomprehensible. Or cases of serial killers who commit gruesome and despicable crimes, whether against minors or prostitutes.

The DIFFERENCE between the majority of those killers and majority of the Muslim terrorists is:
Most of these killers (who are not diagnosed with some psychopathic tendencies anyway) DO NOT proclaim their work to have been done in the name of God. Sure you get the occasional “I heard the Voice of God and the divine chorus of angels whispering to me to slit her throat.”. But you don’t find many groups and agglomerations of people willing to commit murder indiscriminately even to the point of killing members from their own faith just to create some chaos or receive some political attention, who claim they are doing it in the name of God. Mainly, you find them in the current world, as Muslims. The Inquisition had its days, so did the Serbs, and the Crusades. But at this point in time this is what we have to deal with.

I cannot understand your rationale which runs in a roundabout concerning invasion:

When the World Trade Centre collapsed to ashes, nightmare not only haunted Americans, yet citizens in Middle East. Warfare civilians may ask, “Are we the ones that do wrong?” Since then, America treats Muslims like all are terrorist. America does not understand Islam. America is too arrogant in solving international tension. If invasion is allowed in country suspected with terrorism, why cannot other countries invade America? America thought they are civilised, but only barbarians love war.
First of all I really don’t think the mother and fathers, sisters and brothers in the doomed towers even had the chance to ask “Are we the ones that do wrong?”. It is easy to blur the lines between Bush’s vested interests in Iraq that ran through from Bush Sr.’s days, and Bin Laden’s tailor-made nightmare. The war in Iraq has nothing to do with 9/11. Both of them may be viewed as criminals but that's beside the point. Bush Jr. might have ploughed into Iraq while, (to put it at best) casually disregarding any 'collateral damage' or 'casualties of war'. But he sure as hell didn't spend tens of billions of dollars just to go out there to a fuck-ass barren land and set his troops up in unfamiliar territory and "Awww he-ye-ll shoot up somma the-ye-m Eye-rack-ey folks just for shee-yi-ts and giggles!!". He might have had vested interests running about oil, past grudges carried over from Daddy-o, and who knows what else. And people who say America was just looking for a place to carry out target practice and combat training? Yeah that's some special training for troops. "Hmm let's see, just spin this globe, and hey where the hell is this?! I...ra..q, Alright... Let's roll, boys!" Please.

Either way, the troops weren't set on shooting down just anyone, walking on the streets without a gun or reason for suspicion. People who were killed might have been shot down by nervous, inexperienced, wary, weary and/or psychologically disturbed boys who most certainly would have feared for their lives or those of their comrades, had they not immediately acted. Some might have been shot on reflex, or on mistaken instincts, and misinterpretation of actions and intentions of the civilians. Others might have been killed in bombing runs or patrols, due to GROSS errors in operation planning and execution. The Bush Admin may have turned a blind eye toward the cases, but it is so improbable that the planned mission objectives were set out to kill them and that any missions were accomplished in any way through those incidents. But Bin Laden concocted his little solution of evil and went straight out to KILL CIVILIANS, WITH PLANES FULL OF CIVILIANS. IT WAS IN NO WAY ERRONEOUS TO HAVE SENT THE PLANES INTO THE TOWERS. Can you say fucking pile of scum?

For one thing, it is easy to see how 2 shitty terms of the Bush administration has left a bitter taste due to pursuing the War in Iraq which had at best, shaky foundations and vested interests from generations past. But are you saying that America is comparable to Pakistan, which is festering with small isolated religious madrasahs – some of which serve as centers for the propagation of extremism and the induction into fanatical groups - teaching young boys that violence against women and creating terror worldwide is condoned by obscure and highly selective religious texts? That Pakistan should have the right to say "We are invading you because you are suspected of terrorism!"? Yeah, I’ll bet, the one thing Pakistan should know best about is terrorism itself.

To say that only barbarians love war, I find that to be an extremely fun idea actually. Are you again passing judgement that America loved war but no one else did? Everyone else was just inadvertently and unwillingly ‘pushed’ into a war they didn’t wanna participate in, and just did because they had no say nor control over their actions? You’ll have to remind yourself that the Greats in your history books: Khalid al-Walid, Muhammad, Saladin. They all participated in wars. And quite successfully, I might add. (Walid supposedly having a track record of never having lost a battle) Does that increase their degree of barbarism due to their victories in a clearly barbaric practice? A lot of massive wars have been fought on the basis of nothing more than religious ideals. My god says this and is bigger and better than yours, you say the same about yours – neither one of us is willing to submit. BOOM!! One way or another. Holy war, genocide, feuds that last for generations, individual prejudices. Some shit is bound to hit the fan.

And somehow, you say that America not understanding Islam is a problem. For one thing, America does have it's share of Muslims, it isn't some hidey-hole ritualistic cult convention that needs to be understood in order for the actions of people claiming to do work in its name to be justified or criticized. If you kill under the banner of some Kabbalah rite or Templar tradition or some long forgotten Sumerian appeasement to the Gods, it's still the same thing, even though the systems of belief or ideologies might not condone them. We don't need to understand the TRUE Sumerian worshipping rituals to know that what you've done is nonetheless STILL WRONG ANYWAY. America does not need to understand Islam, that it does not actually condone murder and that most Muslims are peace-loving, to know that there is a higher probability that people professing that faith might have extremist tendencies compared to those of other religions at this moment in time. Plain old observed events.

And somehow, I still don’t think that the solution to solve terrorism would fall in our laps after all CIA and Customs & Immigration officials read and understood the Koran thoroughly and even converted to Islam. If you yourself understand Islam so well, tell us how you plan to solve in problem of global terrorism. How does that religious knowledge give you the insight to pick out who amongst the throngs in the airports will decide to carry a bomb or hijack the cockpit in the name of Allah?

And you say:
There was once, a few Malaysians being stopped at America’s custom, due to the “bin” within their names. That shows how ignorant America is. Do not try to be a hero, if you do not know the truth, Uncle Sam!
What IS the truth, exactly? That people – seemingly normal as you and I - who have been educated in prestigious institutions within the United Kingdom, who have had millions in their bank accounts, who have led normal lives under the radar up to now, suddenly pop up from a flying school and hijack an aircraft for political weight? That it’s actually very easy to spot a terrorist? That only those with turbans, carrying a goat with them, walking in robes and sandals, bad teeth and bearded, should be the targeted suspects due to their disgruntled attitude to life? That those who could afford an education in the developed nations should never be included in the possible list of suspects who would be willing to commit mass murder? As you can see from the case Muhammad Atta and Co., and also the growing number of religious fanatics, extremism doesn’t afflict only a typical species of people. As I see it, the customs officials are merely doing profiling based on traits and groupings, in order to reduce the chances of being attacked. Sure it is tough in airports, but if you were in charge of security in your nation, what measures would you carry out? To be just and fair to everyone, and withhold all passengers for thorough luggage and background checks, till air traffic is at a standstill and so is the nation’s economy? The truth is, at this point in time, people under the label of ‘Muslims’, misguided or wrongly informed as they may be, are taking the spotlight on themselves as senseless mass murderers who have no other justification other than doing it “in the name of God”. Not I needed her life insurance, not I couldn’t take care of them any longer, not I was sick and tired of his abuse, not I wanted him to pay for what he did, not that’ll show them not to fire me, not even she had it coming to her a long time ago.

You also claim:
There is always an issue floating in the air of Islamic countries. Islamic countries should unite, as humans, specifically Muslims are in the same ummah. Muslims should show by action, that Islam is a peaceful religion, and real Muslims are not terrorist!

The only problem is, when Muslim countries unite, they adopt a “them against us” stance against the Western or non-Islamic nations. They try to unite, against the rest of the world, because the rest are all wrong, and the Islamic countries have more right and also the divine justification to decide how the world should be run. They have their own conferences, condemning the way Western nations run, using twisted logic to explain how developed nations don’t ‘truly’ have democracy or justice. How the Islamic world is being ‘encroached’ upon and their existence threatened. They unite but only to drive themselves further backwards into isolation from the rest of the global society and economy, because they are unable to accept that people who do not live lifestyles such as theirs have an equal right to freedom of choice as they do.

People should just embrace their religion, get their peace of mind that it provides them, and, to put it mildly (excuse the language): Shut The Fuck Up. You don’t have to meddle with what others believe in what they choose to do in life with respect to your religious principals.

Because once you start policing others based on their religious choices and lifestyles, everyone else has a right to do so. You start condemning someone for drinking, having pre-marital sex, not fasting - you are giving everyone else the right to also carry out religious or moral policing. Everyone accuses America of being the "World's Policeman". Noone accuses religious zealots of being "Humanity's Policeman". These narrow-minded people who have had their traditions, of oppression of women or suppression of basic rights to select castes or groups, so deeply entrenched within their culture that they are not willing to give it up even if it means putting family members at equal standing with equal rights (e.g. to have the freedom to choose their spouse). They start to merge everything within their lives into an amalgamation in order to provide the definition of The Epitome Of The Good And Righteous Life – the way things are supposed to be for everyone. They merge religion into governance of society. They feel that because they are part of a monotheistic religion that reinforces the notion that it and only it is the right path to salvation and eternal happiness, that they have the divine right to stand on the moral high ground and pronounce what should and shouldn’t be, what is wrong and what is not, with the rest of the world -which might or might not have a rat's ass to give about your faith.

Religion is no longer a system of faith and belief, it is now a weapon and tool used to create fear and submission to authority. If you go against me, you are going against the Big Guy up there, hah, tremble and cower in fear of me. Listen and do as I say, for the Big Guy is on my side, not everyone’s, just mine. Because I have a crest here see? It shows that I have more authority to speak on behalf of God than you puny mites do.

Freedom to worship does not only apply to those worshipping something, it applies to the freedom to not worship something. Please keep that in mind before dropping little gems on what people should and shouldn't do with their personal lives.

Well not you Loh, but I'm pissed off with these people who think that meddling with other people's affairs with Heaven and Hell will somehow score them more points to go to Heaven. You go to Heaven by managing your own life, not other people's.

The Day

2009-09-10T19:58:00.001-07:00

Lots of people around the world still remember the sad moments started today (of course not 2009, but eight years ago). When the World Trade Centre collapsed to ashes, nightmare not only haunted Americans, yet citizens in Middle East. Warfare civilians may ask, “Are we the ones that do wrong?”

Since then, America treats Muslims like all are terrorist. America does not understand Islam. America is too arrogant in solving international tension. If invasion is allowed in country suspected with terrorism, why cannot other countries invade America? America thought they are civilised, but only barbarians love war. Am I right?

There was once, a few Malaysians being stopped at America’s custom, due to the “bin” within their names. That shows how ignorant America is. Do not try to be a hero, if you do not know the truth, Uncle Sam!

There is always an issue floating in the air of Islamic countries. Islamic countries should unite, as humans, specifically Muslims are in the same ummah. Muslims should show by action, that Islam is a peaceful religion, and real Muslims are not terrorist!

I am wondering, will America invade Malaysia or Indonesia someday? Lets think about it, on this 11th of September.

**Sky in Dunedin turns grey after few sunny days. Tomorrow is Biochemistry term test, which will kill me.

Adobe Photoshop CS4 Extended Version Download (Activation Key Included)

2009-09-02T18:48:00.001-07:00

After my Photoshop CS2 corrupted, I decided to find a newer version of Adobe Photoshop. I need this software to assist me in designing Blog promoting banner and some other web-related images. I feel so comfortable using this software, and it is my pleasure to share with my readers.

As I feel redundant to copy all the features of Ps CS4 into my Blog, I attached the official link to Adobe’s homepage:

Adobe Photoshop CS4 Extended Version 11.0

Of course, I mean share, so I will not forget to give my dearest readers the download link (this is a Mandarin page, but I am sure you know how to click, as the official page needs registration):

Adobe Photoshop CS4 Demo Download

Curious? Why I gave you a demo download? Do not worry, here is the activation key (in Mediafire):

Adobe Photoshop CS4 Activation Key

Enjoy this great software! Feel free to write credit in my comment.

No-no for Under 12!

2009-07-01T15:36:00.001-07:00

Cartoon is almost a certain memory for every little kid. My favourite of all time is the “Lion King”. Yet, today I am not going to touch about “my cartoon”.

Let’s have a watch in this cool animation.

You may not understand it, but you may feel there are always some hidden meanings.

Two weeks ago, my friend suggested to me “Happy Tree Friends”. I knew this show long ago (famous what?), but I never got to touch it. Once I watched the show on YouTube, I found that the producer(s) are freaking sick!

Do you ever been in the Haunted Mansion in most of the Fun Fair? Sometimes it can be scary of some hidden hands, but it can never, ever peel your body parts off, am I right? How can a Haunted Mansion looks like a human slaughterhouse with so bloody scenes?! Any kid that watched the show may feel that world is always bloody, everywhere at anytime!

I feel creepy in myself, even though I am used to bloody body parts (sometimes it can still be scary though). I always assume that media producers know the responsibility to educate and entertain people of all groups, but Happy Tree Friends is indeed a series for sicko, not for kids! I do not know what memory will have in our kids nowadays, and in the future! Imagine, one day in 2020, cartoons featuring Blue Stuffs, ~~Batman eating Cat woman out~~! ~~WTH~~!

I cannot “Tahan (endure in Malay)” anymore. Yet I suggested my readers to watch animation from Aniboom in YouTube, they are all of high quality, I guarantee.

First Snow

2009-06-15T16:03:00.001-07:00

I am now in the middle of exam period. I slept at four this morning, then woke up at nine. It is my habit to look outside the window once I open my eyes. Yet, this morning, my adrenaline shot up when I looked out the small window near my bed.

IT SNOWS!

This is the first time in my life I see snow with my own eyes, even though snow is common in movies. I immediately woke my flatmate and surprised him. I can see a few of my other Malaysian friends playing with snow outside my flatmate's window.

All right, snow flakes are still flying down from kilometres high. Now I need to get back to my Chemistry. Stay tuned!

Triad Out Again!

2009-05-30T16:49:00.001-07:00

Dunedin, May 31st – A few Asians in black just had a late dinner in Bennu Cafe and Bar. According to standbys, all five of them are involved in a few prominent drug and human trafficking cases, which are the most targeted by International Polices. They are recognised as the Dragon Triad.

Ha3! Just trying with new style of opening (or introducing) a post. It has been so long that I last updated my Blog, as exams and so-called-assignments are taking my time away from creativity.

Toroa International House had a Farewell Dinner (or End of Semester Dinner). Some of our friends, who are from all round the world, are leaving this residential college. Even though I do not feel any sadness or solemn in my heart, but I am sure somebody does. Living in a residential college gives us the chance to socialise and ponder into cultures from different people and nations. No matter how different we are, we still have the same sense that I noticed long ago, Patriotism.

Come back to the FOOD, I ate a whole meat pizza, which I thought to be only a few pieces when I bought the ticket for this dinner. The sauce is tasty, even though it tastes a bit too salty later. The ham is juicy. This pizza has already worth for 10NZD. After this pizza was a dessert called Sobet. It looks like ice cream at first sight, but…just ice! It is too sweet for me to bear the flavour…yet I still finished it.

Below are some random pictures from my Triad’s camera. I doubt if we can get such effects done using Photoshop.

Alan (left) looks shocked with something scary in Andy’s (right) grasp. Ha3!

The ultimate Martial from the Triad – Ultrasonic Peace, by LLT.

We just finished an illegal “transaction”. Ha3! I’m not drunk, that bottle is filled with plain water.

Thanks for J (one of our Residential Assistants) who sat in Boss’s place and had a good time with the Triad.

All right, I have to stop crapping and go back to books now. Take care, my readers! I am still alive…

For the Tigress at Home.

2009-05-10T01:27:00.001-07:00

Since I was small, my Mom is the one that stern and serious in educating me, who is contrasting with my Dad who is much milder in the way of love. When I wronged a word in dictation or spelling practices, I will got a whip of rattan cane. The image that will never wipe off my memory, is the pain on my feet whenever I got some careful mistakes in tests or exams. My heart was full of hatred and fear at those time, which I feel so fortunate and grateful now.

My Mom always scare that I will get strayed and cannot do well academically. Only during Year Five that I held the position as a class monitor. It was my Mom that shaped my personality as serious and not-to-smile. I should have been a school prefect as early as Form One, but cannot make it until Form Four in high school. Everywhere I went, my name is always related to a “fierce mother”.

If I want to do something not related to academic, my answer for permission is definitely “NO”. Hence, I admitted, I was trained to be a professional liar, even though I do not lie anymore when I became a leader outside my home. I had the biggest fight with my Mom when I revealed that I started my Trainee Prefect period, at the end of Form Three, just before PMR (lower secondary school certificate). From days on, I always had conflicts with my Mom, until I finished my high school in SEMEKAR as a Head Prefect (every teacher in SEMEKAR knows this).

Conflicts finally stopped after I took JPA’s (Malaysian government) scholarship and admit into preparatory programme. Since then, I felt so fortunate having such a Mom who made me more resistance to harsh words than others. If she did not gave me “tough” training, you will not read this post right now, maybe I end up behind bars now.

I already spent my whole weekend for Anatomy and Physiology. Finally I need to rest my cramped mind for couple of hours. Here I wish Mom “Happy Mothers’ Day” far from New Zealand. I will try my best to be a Malaysian that you will proud of.

Expired Pictures from Kiwi land (鸟人的地方）!

2009-05-08T17:01:00.001-07:00

**All the pictures below, are no way from my own camera or “point of view”. I am still craving for a digital camera (apart from my pathetic phone camera).

Air New Zealand commercial airplane (maybe Boeing 727) from departure hall in Auckland Domestic Terminal. Now is the first time I am proud of Malaysia. Malaysia’s Kuala Lumpur International Airport is at least 10 times more sophisticated than this “kasihan” (pathetic in Malaysian) “airport”.

Somewhere above Dunedin before airplane touches down in Dunedin Airport. I forgot what is the height, as these pictures expired long ago. Welcome to Dunedin, I said in my heart at that time. Now, I said, damn Dunedin (too small for me, a city dweller)!

Outside Dunedin Airport, about 8.30 pm. Readers, now you know it means by long day in summer. Sky only went dark about 9.00pm! Now (autumn), the sky goes dark as early as 6.30pm. Do you see how deserted is this airport?

Ha3! Finally some man-made features. Nothing special. There is a “no doggy” sign on the door.

The oldest (probably the highest) building in Dunedin – Otago University’s clock tower building. Historical building, that reminds me of the Stadhyus (I spelled wrongly I think) in Melaka (historical state in Malaysia).

Railway station in Dunedin (I forgot the name, as no name is easy to remember here). It looks like Stesen Kereta Api Kuala Lumpur (near Sultan Abdul Samad building), but a lot smaller. Again, I am proud of Malaysia, there is no electrical commuter here, ha3!

The only thing that looks better than Malaysia’s - flowers in the park(s). Well cared blossoms, I love them. You have no need to scare of mosquitoes bite here, and you cannot find puddles of water anywhere.

How come Pasar Tani (farmers’ market) in Malaysia so dirty?

Some of the meals before I took up meal plan. Even though they did not look nice, they all ended up with the same destiny – decomposing somewhere in New Zealand now!

Some of the sceneries around Baldwin Street, the steepest street in the world. For your information, this street is tilted 35 degree above ground level! My conclusion: Kiwis have brain that is too small to city planning. Climbing this street is even harder than climbing Mount Kinabalu (the highest mountain in Malaysia).

From the top of Dunedin, Mount Cargill. Nice?

Port Chalmer. Any interesting? Port Klang is much larger, right? This port used to be a whaling quay, so nothing compared to Port Klang.

Tunnel Beach! This is the tunnel that was built by stupid Sir Cargill for his daughter who were died from unknown causes. We all puzzled, this beach is so rocky, why Sir Cargill love this kind of place and made it private? My warning to the readers who are fascinated by the pictures: do not visit Tunnel Beach if you are not a marathon runner, as we spent 20 minutes downhill, then 30 minutes uphill! I already prepared for cardiac arrest when I nearly cannot make it back to the bus! Crazy Sir Cargill, think about us ma, we are not marathon runner lo! Definitely I will not visit the beach again, even you give me 1 million pounds.

Mafia meeting at the Welcome Dinner. From that on, I got a nickname of Mafia’s boss.

Dear readers, just to announce that I am still alive in the Swine Flu threat. I apologise for the expired photos, as I am still struggling in reading my textbooks. Teacher Mastura and Teacher Haslina, these are all for you! Before I end, let me credit my flatmate for the pictures.

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2009-05-08T15:13:00.000-07:00

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We are Proud of You, Karen Kong!

2009-04-19T01:54:00.001-07:00

I think it was two years ago when I first listen to a song by a melodious female voice (nice vocal, man!). This song, which entitled Cinta Hello Kitty (Love of Hello Kitty) was played over and over again on Hot FM (Malaysian’s hottest radio station indeed). After some search, I was soooooooo (many o’s are used for emphasizing, ha3!) surprised when I know that song was sung by a ~~hot~~ Chinese artist! Later I discovered this female artist not only sings well in Malay songs, but also in Mandarin and English songs! Eureka (I know how Archimedes felt now)! I found a true Malaysian named Karen Kong!

Before I write further, lets indulge in her sweet voice. Some of my lecturers love to make a break with funny or scary short videos to wake those sleep-heads up (sorry, this including me).

This song talks the encounter and feelings of a little girl ran from home with her Hello Kitty, then want to go home (as tomorrow is her birthday). Important lesson for teenagers nowadays (especially teen girls).

Karen Kong has her own history. She nearly give up her pursuit in singing after kicked out from Malaysian Idol, yet under the encouragement of her friends, she stood up again! After winning the National University Singing Competition (first Malaysian Chinese to win!), the meteor starts to burn and glow! You may still puzzling why we (Malaysians) should proud of her.

In Malaysia, I think you will note that most of the Chinese parents will teach their children, “Learn Chinese songs, don’t sing Malay songs!” For me, I will not listen to Malay songs too if I did not fall to a Malay girl. Hence, being a Malaysian trying to be a true Malaysian, I feel so excited with Karen Kong who can sing Malaysian songs (I mean songs in all languages). So far, she showed some of the characteristics that a true Malaysian should have. I hope I can do better than her one day. Karen Kong shows patriotism in a way that can melt everybody’s heart, music definitely is the best.

Above is the music video of 离岛, which expresses the longing of home and loneliness of Malaysian far from motherland.

“靠坐在陌生的床牆角還擱著行囊
Sitting on the foreign bed, the luggage sitting in the corner
窗外的霓虹燈搶了月亮的光
the neon lights outside the window shining brighter the the moon light
來自大海的方向從地圖的另一端
coming from the sea, from the other side of the map(world)
背著夢想也帶著揮不去的牽掛
carrying my dreams, and also bearing the longings that I can't leave behind

風啊風把我帶到這地方
wind, oh wind, who brought me to this place
藍色的記憶還留在我海上的家
blue colored memories still left in my home on the sea.
輕輕躺在這城市的中央寧靜的夜晚眼角淚未乾
gently lying in the city's central, in the still of the night, my eyes still wet with tears
墜落在被月色撫摸的窗台上
falling onto the moonlit window ledge.

喔喔風啊風吹送著我的牽掛
oh oh, wind, oh wind, blowing away my longings
伴著海浪指引方向送到你臂彎
accompanying the directions of the sea waves into your arms
走啊走前往夢想的路上每次感覺孤單看著月兒彎
moving towards the dreams, whenever I'm feeling lonely, I look towards the crescent moon
彷彿笑著說 "你要勇敢別害怕"
who seems like smiling and saying, "you must be brave, don't be afraid"
擔心月兒會孤單星星守護在身旁
worried that the moon might be lonely, the stars watched over it by it's side
安靜地陪我夢了一段家鄉
Silently, accompanying me, dreaming a dream of my hometown.”

Definitely, I am now longing for the sun and cheap prices in Malaysia. Whenever I miss Malaysia, I play this song, ha3! Finally I understand “absence makes heart grows fonder”. Longer we (my friends and I) stay in New Zealand, our love to Malaysia grows stronger, and of course proud to be Malaysian.

How I hope that I will be able to be a Malaysian that Malaysians proud of, like Karen Kong.

Horsey weekend =)

2009-03-15T08:59:00.001-07:00

I survived a weekend out in the Australian Bush!!!

Yep, I spent the weekend in a very productive way indeed. I narrowly avoided being stepped on by a horse, I slept in a horse stall in a horse truck, I got through 2 full days without a bath, I'm sporting a leech bite and quite a number of other insect bites too, I have a sunburnt left shoulder, and I've got a horrible cough. And most of all...I HAD A TRULY AMAZING WEEKEND, and learnt LOADS too!!

Ok, back from the beginning. I'm actually really exhausted now, so I'm gonna try to finish this and then crawl into bed. Class tomorrow.......*sigh*

About a week ago, I received an email from the Vet School regarding an opportunity to TPR in the Tenterfield Endurance Race. TPR: Temperature, Pulse, Respiration...its to ensure that the horses in the endurance ride are not overstrained or injured in any way.

Well, being a young, enthusiastic, animal-contact-deprived vet-to-be who is jumping at any oppprtunity to be with animals and gain experience, I decided to call Michael, the chief steward, and volunteer for it. He was really good about the whole thing, and didn't mind that I had utterly NO experience with horses. He told me that I'll be doing pencilling for the TPRs and the Vets, but I'll definitely learn loads.

Well, that's settled then. Only problem? TRANSPORT.

The Tenterfield Endurance Ride would be held in the Girard State Forest that's in NEW SOUTH WALES. That's practically another state away!!! Now how on EARTH was I gonna get down there?

Michael gave me the contact number of Leigh, a good friend of his. I contacted her, and she graciously agreed to pick me up in Goodna station. In fact, throughout the entire weekend, we would be truly grateful to Bruce and Leigh for quite a number of reasons.

I convinced Jillian and Nellyn to come along, as I got a little nervous of boarding a strangers vehicle and staying in a forest in another state!!

Another problem aroused just a day before we left. My sore throat had progressed into a full-blown flu and cough by Friday. However, I didn't want to back outm as Leigh and Michael had painstakingly ensured that we had a ride down.

So on Saturday morning, I leapt out of beed at 5am, and rushed to the University, where I was supposed to meet Nellyn and catch the CityCat to Regatta (Toowong). However, we missed the 1st ferry by mere moments. left with no other choice, and the promise of meeting Leigh by 7am, we decided to WALK to Toowong.

Wow, now that was EXERCISE.

We reached Goodna station 10 minutes late, and met up with Bruce and Leigh. They were really friendly, and ushered us into their horse truck which bruce had built himself!! It was amazing in there! There's a table, some seats, a foldable bed on top, kitchen cabinets, a stove, a fridge, a sink, a little television, a mobile toilet, and a stall for the horses too!

And so, we were off on our 1st ever road trip in Australia. It was a little celebration of the 1st month anniversary of our arrival in Aussie (We arrived on the 14th of February). We had no clue where we were headed to (we only knew it was a forest), and like Leigh said later on.." We just boarded them in the truck, and told them 'sit there':...lol....

After a while, Bruce turned off the road and stopped at the spraying area. Apparently, the horses had to be sprayed before they entered the Tick-free area (there're ticks in Queensland...we learnt that in class..).

It was there that we 1st met their 2 horses; Magnum and Thaleah (which I fell in love with after she blew at me when we 1st met. Bruce allowed me to hold and lead her, and that was the 1st time I've ever held a horse on free rein!!

After the horses had been sprayed, we resumed our journey. It was quite a bumpy ride, especially when we entered the Forest, and I started to get dizzy as usual...

There were many riders, horse trucks, and handsome horses already set up when we got there.

Once we disembarked, there was immediately a flurry of activity. Jillian and Nellyn helped Bruce and Ray set up the horse fences, while I helped Leigh to hose down the horses. It was then I learnt how dangerous a horse's hoof can be.

No, don't worry, I didn't get kicked. I just NEARLY got stepped on. Thaleah took a step, and her hoof came down on my shoe. I only managed to scrunch my toes and foot away in time. And man, with the weight of one leg on my shoe, I was ANCHORED to the ground, unable to move until she decided to move! After that, I was very careful about avoiding the hoofs of any horse...

We met Michael, who gave us our meal tickets and told us to report to the TPR and vetting ring after we were done eating and relieving ourselves. Our meals throughout the weekend would all be sandwiches. And the toilet...it was a seat, and a hole in the ground...lol....

For the 1st day, I helped to pencil for the vets, while Jillian and Nellyn pencilled for the TPRs. Frankly, the vets didn't really need help with the pencilling, as they usually just do it themselves, but I used the opportunity to learn a lot.

I was paired with the Vet named Amanda, and she showed me how to judge the body score of the horse (1 for emaciated, up to 5 for an obese fellow with a heart shaped butt...oh man, we really wanted to see one of those...), how to test the jugular flow of the horse, how to check the mucous membranes, how to see whether a horse is lame by the movement of its hips....and she also gave me a lesson on the different names for the different colours of horses (grey, buckskin, palomino, paint, apaloosa, mahogany and honey bay, etc etc...)

Oh, and Michael taught me how to shovel horse poo off the grass too! Lol...

I visited the TPR ring several times too, and got a chance to listen to the horse's heartbeat using a stethoscope.

Nellyn saw some blood stains on my shirt later on, and it was then I realised that I had been bitten by an enormos leech (the 2 bite marks were very far from one anothe), and my VLE shirt and jeans were flecked with my blood. Jeez, now that's gonna itch for weeks...

The 20km and 40km intro rides were successfully completed. The next day would be the big ride: the 40km trainee ride, and the main 80km one.

After dinner, we stood st the back of the pre-ride speech. We were pretty embarassed when Michael publicly addressed us, told us to come forward, and introduced us as "possible future vets of the sport". I'm sure all of us were blushing brick red...

We were allocated places to sleep at the back of the horse truck, in the horse stall where Magnum and Thaleah were standing throughout the journey. Bruce and Leigh had allocated us with swags(something like a sleeping bag, except that its much tougher and thicker), as well as extra sleeping bags to act as mattresses. We chatted for a while, sang a few songs, and finally lay down to sleep in the amazingly comfy horse stall.

It was pretty warm at first, but by about 2am, I was freezing cold and burrowing deeper into my swag and blankets.

The next morning, we were all shivering as we cleaned ourselves up. The 40 and 80km riders had already left early that morning, we were just about time to receive the 1st few riders who would be coming in for the 1st leg of the 80km.

This time, I worked in the TPR ring with Jillian and Nellyn, and learnt another set of skills. I learnt the procedures of TPR-ing: if the heart rate is too high, you'll have to call the chief steward and the vet for a second opinion. Horses that have an overly high heart rate, or are lame when asked to trot out by the vets will be vetted out from the ride.

After a few tries and tips from the friendly TPRs on duty, I more or less picked up the right way to count the horse's respiratory rate as well.

During the periods where there were no horses coming into the ring, we went around to socialise with the dogs in the area. There was collie that was obsessed with horses, a 3 legged terrier, a number of chihuahuas, a hyperactive kelpie (I think??) puppy, and an AMAZINGLY adorable husky that we couldn't stop cuddling!!!!!!

Well, back to work. It was a tough ride, and many horses were vetted out due to a high heart rate. There were a few that went lame too. One horse had "thumps", a kind of hiccup that's a reflex action associated dehydration and calcium deficiency.

And sadly, one horse came down with colic and collapsed. I felt so bad for the poor horse, he looked simply exhausted but he had to be shoved up, as colic can be fatal if the horse lies down. His legs kept trembling and threatened to buckle, but the brave animal managed to stay upright.

We watched in sympathy as the vet gave him some painkillers, and inserted an IV drip after he was hosed and cooled off (His temperature was very high...38.9...normal horse temp is 37.7...)

Leigh and Bruce called us, as it was time to pack up and leave. We managed to take a picture with 2 of the friendly TPRs, as well as with Leigh, Bruce, and Ray's dog Woody at their truck.

We started the bumpy journey back, and us 3 tired-out vet students dozed off in the truck. We woke up when Bruce stopped at McD for us to get a bite (Coffee,in my case...they have McCafe here is Australia!!)

As the sun set, the view outside the truck was amazing.....

However, it soon got very very dark outside, and we felt a little nervous in the truck. It took quite a while to get to Goodna station, and by then, the horses were feeling pretty restless (we could here them kicking the door and walls)

We shook hands with Bruce, hugged Leigh, and thanked them profusely for their hospitality and graciousness. They told us that they would wait until we had boarded the train before they left.

It wasn't goodbye, though. The 3 of us were stunned when we realised that there was no evening train back home from Goodna. We had no choice but to return to the truck.

Leigh and Bruce offered to send us all the way back to Toowong, which was way out of their way. We felt really embarassed by the offer, and very very grateful indeed. Here, I must really express a very big THANK YOU to the both of them; its rare to find people who are that gracious and caring towards total strangers like us.

As they did not know where Toowong was, I had to resort to using my phone's GPS system. My trusted N79 was already very low on battery, and I was pleading for it to survive; at least until we could get to Toowong village. And THANK GOODNESS for GPS...it managed to direct us until we reached that familiar area where we could board the bus back home, where I enjoyed a nice warm shower...(completely disregarding the 4 minute shower rule too)

Well, it really was an amazing experience; and though I had doubts before I went, I really don't regret a single moment of it. I've met so many friendly people who never hesitated to offer us transport and places to stay for the next endurance rides...people who kept mistaking us for Japanese, but never once treated us at outsiders. I've stroked, scratched, and got headbutted and swatted by countless beautiful horses. I've learnt that blue ribbons signify stallions, and red ones warn people of potential kickers. I've seen how to treat colic, slept in a horse stall, and used a stethoscope for the 1st time. And most of all, I've gained truly valuable experience from every single experience, that will undoubtedly help me in this course.

Once again, my heartfelt gratitude to everyone who was involved in getting us safely there and back, and to everyone who took care and taught us while we were there.

My First Tag!

2009-03-14T14:15:00.001-07:00

**This is the first post about what I called as waste before. I am sorry, dear readers, I have to do it, as I was tagged in Facebook by my friend (female, you know).**

1) Were you named after anyone?
Mandarin name? Definitely no, nobody in the history can have the same name as me (last character of my name is invented by my Dad). Virtual name? Yeah! Alexander the Great!

2) When was the last time you cried?
Long ago, maybe seven years ago, after I told myself that my tears should be able to change something, or not never.

3) Do you like your handwriting?
Sure! My handwriting looks awesome in Old Manuscript Curves (my teachers used to say).

4) What is your favourite lunch meat?
What?! I prefer vege.

5) Do you have kids?
Definitely no! God knows.

6) If you were another person, would you like to be friends with you?
I may not know myself, God knows.

7) Do you use sarcasm?
Depends, especially in arguing.

8) Do you still have your tonsils?
Yeah, any problem?

9) Would you bungee jump?
Definitely no! I can’t have my adrenaline spraying out my ears!

10) What is your favourite cereal?
Ha3! Is rice counted?

11) Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Depends, if I can’t slip it off, sure.

12) What is your favourite ice–cream?
Mint! Cool man!

13) What is the first thing you notice about people?
Their eyes. I can read through eyes and decide whether I should continue my encounter with them.

14) Red or pink?
Red! I’m a Devil!

15) What is the least favourite thing about yourself?
I can’t smile, I may lack of few facial muscles.

16) Who do you miss the most?
Malaysia.

17) Do you want everyone to complete this list?
She is the one that tagged me, man!

18) What colour of trousers and shoes are your wearing?
All black.

19) What are you listening to right now?
International songs and tunes. My heart.

20) If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
Red, my favourite colour.

21) Favourite smells?
Light perfume (I hate heavy perfume! It chokes me)

22) The last person you talked to on the phone?
Is that matter? My Mum.

23) Do you like the person who sent you this?
Never, it messes up my Blog!

24) Favourite sports to watch?
Soccer.

25) Hair colour?
Gosh! Anything troubles your head? Black.

26) Eye colour?
Same as my hair colour, do you learn Bio?

27) Do you wear contacts?
Never, don’t spoil my image.

28) Favourite food?
Malaysian food, damn it! I can’t find much here in NZ!

28) Scary or happy endings?
Don’t care, I want impressive endings.

29) Last movie you watched?
Red Cliff II (actually there is another, but I consider that as a crap, not movie).

30) What colour of shirt are you wearing?
White, with “Proud to be Malaysian” on my arm.

31) Summer or winter?
Summer! I hate winter now!

32) Favourite dessert?
Ice cream, I guess.

33) Most likely to respond to a sarcasm?
You’ll get back more, I’m trained as an arguing machine.

34) Least likely to respond?
Sexual harassment.

35) What books are you reading?
Novels, but now textbooks!

36) What is on your mousepad?
1997’s picture, why? Or you want sanitary pad?

37) What did you watch last night?
Nothing!

38) Rolling Stones? Beatles?
Beatles! (Damn, same with the tagger).

39) Where is the furthest you have been from home?
New Zealand.

40) Do you have a special talent?
What do you want? Most prominent? To be a leader.

41) Where were you born?
Malaysia, I can’t remember the ward number, but I’m proud to be Malaysian.

42) Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back?
I already got it, from the tagger.

Tribute for a Mad Bull…

2009-03-13T19:31:00.001-07:00

The result of Malaysian Education Certificate (Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia/ SPM) has just announced yesterday. Even though I am now in New Zealand, but the news that I received will never be late, as internet plays its part well. Browsing around, I was surprised by a mad bull (cow is for female, ok?).

He just bulldozed around a secondary school with his blunt horns, with a piece of paper at the tip of horn (not yet tear into pieces, no worry). He ran to and fro, jumped up and down, finally he stopped when the headmistress threatened to call the Wildlife Department. Come on people, lets take a close look to this mad bull.

Seriously, he looked mad!

Owh, gosh! Is this a smile? I can see saliva dripping, man! Now I am pretty sure I encountered with a mad bull! (The lady next to the bull is my teacher.)

Ho! I am already tired pretending he is a mad bull (in fact, he called himself a mad cow!). Do not make me suspicious to your sex orientation, Bro! For your information, dear readers, this bull named a@ron, who is my junior in the same high school, proudly said SEMEKAR! I know this bull is more handsome than me, but please do not praise him in front of me, I feel inferior, ha3!

a@ron is two years younger than me, but I can assure you that he is much smarter than me. All those old days in SEMEKAR, I am the one that make records, but he is the one that broke my records! He makes me feel a bit annoyed, as he cut short my time on my throne (no offense). You want evidence right? All right. a@ron became the Treasurer in Prefectorial Board when I was still a little Exco. I was kind of shock when I knew he was only Form 2 at that time. Yet, when I think twice, this guy must be more powerful than me, and so he will be a good assistance sometimes later. Ha3! I was already in the plan of seizing the position of Head Prefect at that time (and I was just being assigned a post). Later, I realised that such a “smartass” (not shithead) should be trained as my weapon when I retired (ha3, evil). He finally became a the Head Prefect after a year of unsatisfied political conspiracy (seriously, Prefectorial Board feel like political arena under my power). He broke my record of becoming High Committee Member at the age of 14! Whatsoever, I did keep my record of 12A1 for my SPM. a@ron achieved 11A1, which is excellent, and far more superior than my own sister, I guess.

I should pull my eyes from monitor and back to my books now. Final words: I am proud of you, a@ron! Continue to be a Smartass! Ha3!

Your Light Switch is Your Vote! Switch it OFF!

2009-03-12T19:44:00.001-07:00

I give you two, yeah, only two candidates. One named Mother Earth, another Father Hot. Who is your choice?

For the first time in history, people of all ages, nationalities, race and background have the opportunity to use their light switch as their vote – Switching off your lights is a vote for Earth, or leaving them on is a vote for global warming. WWF are urging the world to VOTE EARTH and reach the target of 1 billion votes, which will be presented to world leaders at the Global Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen 2009.

We all have a vote, and every single vote counts. Together we can take control of the future of our planet, for future generations.

VOTE EARTH by simply switching off your lights for one hour, and join the world for Earth Hour.

Saturday, March 28, 8:30-9:30pm.

Anatomy of a dead cow...

2009-03-04T02:13:00.000-08:00

This is something that most 1st sem vet students don't get to do, especially NOT on their 1st week. In fact, its really rare that an opportunity like that came up for us, though it's at the expense of another being; namely a cow with terminal cancer.

And so today...

I Did A Rectal On A Dead Cow!!!!!!!!

What's a rectal, I hear?

Well, behold..the glamorous act that all vets have to do......

This poor cow was brought in this morning for euthanasia. Apparently, she had cancer...there was a tumour in her bladder. I really felt a pang, seeing her hung up, lifeless...

That's the bladder (the pink rubbery thing), and the gross blackish stuff is the tumour.

After the euthanasia, the cow was sent to the anatomy dissection lab for the 4th year Vet students. According to the lecturer, it was very rare for such a huge cow to be brought in, and therefore it really was a golden opportunity to observe.

We 1st years were notified of it as well, and invited to have a look at the cow. Only a few of us went, however, as our classes ended early and everyone was really exhausted. I was pretty drowsy too, but I really don't regret going to the Anatomy Dissection lab for this; it really was an amazing opportunity!! Ok, it was not a lesson at all; we've barely touched anything on anatomy yet. But then again, how many people can actually have a hands-on lesson on cattle anatomy, and do a basic rectal on their FIRST WEEK of Vet School?

So there I was...sticking my arm into the cow's rectum all the way up to my shoulder. Its really cramped in there, and the 4th years were telling us how much worse it'd be if the cow were alive...they'll clamp down on your arm entirely!! The 4th year gave me some directions; we tried to locate the cervix, uterine horn, etc etc and during my second try, I found the kidneys! Didn't quite find the ovaries, though...lol...and btw, here you can see the huge rumen of the cow. Its actually filled with gas due to the decompostion, and when the lecturer punctured a hole in it, the smell that wafted out was awful!!! Oh man, my shirt still smelt of it after I got home...

And here you can see the liver, the gallbladder, the abomasum, the pig's ear, and a bit of the duodenum. Man, I learnt a lot about cow anatomy today...

I actually feel really really bad for the cow. To think that this morning she was still alive...and now she's strung up in such an undignified position. Rest in peace...your contribution to education will never be forgotten...

Free Sex Education

2009-03-04T01:43:00.001-08:00

I know Malaysians are still arguing about the suitability of sex education in school syllabus, but I already have enough of it in New Zealand. (Shh, definitely not practically, just on papers, so I am still a virgin and innocent).

The third day in Dunedin, I got an orientation pack (so do all students). Besides all the advertisement leaflets and rubbish magazines, I found one booklet pretty useful, published by the students’ association. Ignored all the advertisements (why again?), I came across lots and lots of sex knowledge. Lets see this (I edited the pictures, to cover the weaknesses of my poor handset).

Safe sex ha? No problem, Mr Banana! I am going to be a health professional, there is no reason that I do not familiar with spermicide (not herbicide or homicide), condom, pills and the list goes on. The point is, I am not going to involve in any kind of relationship, except pure friendship (so far I do not have any clash with females, due to my old face). There is another quote.

This is in the same booklet. Scarfies (nickname of the students in University of Otago, I am one of them), please take care of females, they are not toy, man! If you know you cannot afford your own underpants, clean your mind. I love children, but they are innocent, so definitely I am not going to have a groups of living skeletons walking behind me (I cannot afford milk, and I protest abortion).

Ha3, wondering? No, you are right! This is a condom (I sprayed the brand black, to avoid free promotion). I have another two, one has strawberry flavour. Damn, do not think something else! I have not break promise! This three condoms came with the goodie bag I received when I registered as member of student club in a pharmacy. I know the intention of the pharmacy is good, and I appreciate it, just I feel so weird. In Malaysia, of course you can see condoms sold at the cashiers counters, yet usually are wrapped in dark-coloured bags after goods sold. Now I find condoms, carried along the streets in translucent bag, man! Owh yeah! I just heard from my friend, there are free condoms distributed during preliminary lecture in campus! Thanks God I did not notice it, or not my heart will stop throbbing.

All right, enough crapping. I need to go back to my Physics book. I have four lectures tomorrow. Get updated, all right?

Welcome to Dunedin!

2009-03-01T02:57:00.001-08:00

“Welcome to Dunedin!” This is what I always heard in this new-for-me town (I do not consider Dunedin as a city). After eleven hours of flight from Malaysia to Auckland followed by transit to Dunedin, finally I arrived in this extremely “peaceful” and quiet town.

Here is a picture I took about 10.30 pm (New Zealand time), lets see how much it differs from Kuala Lumpur. As this night view was taken using my handset, so please do not expect every details.

Picture shows St David Street just outside my window, which leads to the lecture theatre that I am going to spend most of time in. Excluding the cars that parked at the roadside, you can basically see nothing but flashing traffic lights and street lights! However, this does not mean there is no nightlife in this serene town. There are a few bars, which one of my flatmates love to linger the whole night, that open after working hours. For your information, 98 % of shops in Dunedin close at 5pm during weekdays, and another 60% will keep their door shuts during weekends. From this, arise another problem for me. My lecture ends at 5pm, and so do working hours. If I need to do some shopping, definitely I cannot do it after my lecture, even though the stores are opened until 10pm. How can I walk with my groceries along the cold and quiet street?

I arrived here at 17th February, then my life officially started at 18th. So far, everything should be fine, except the temperature is far lower than I expected. It is summer, man! I really need to wear sweater indoor, and I need to wear more to walk outside, so ironic. I really cannot imagine how am I going to bear the winter. The funniest thing is, I can walked a few kilometres with my friends, bringing a lot of groceries, without any sweat. If I do the same thing in Malaysia, most probably you can see me in the hospital dehydrated. Suddenly I feel kind of miss hot sun, ha3!

Since the second day I settled in Toroa International House, we did a lot shopping for “life” and ran number of errands for academic purposes. We need to buy a lot, for we cannot fit everything in the 25 kilograms luggage all the way from Malaysia. Basically, tired is still bearable, however the most frustrating event happened when I enrol for my courses. I went to university twice, but ended up “Your name is not in our database/ system”. Damn! I flew so far, and JPA sponsoring me, you tell me I am a “ghost”! Thanks God, there are another two friends with the same problem, so we registered again. The weird thing is, there is record in the system about the arrival of registration forms from Malaysia, but how come three forms went missing? Oh yeah, forgot to describe my Toroa house. I am staying in a house (called flat here), which is a double story “bungalow”.

Optic illusion! Which way is up? Ha3, I was standing at the top of the stairs, where this picture was taken downward. This is the hallway to the kitchen and living room. My bedroom is at the side of this stairs.

Notice board in my bedroom. Do you notice Malaysian flag? Hope JPA’s official may see this.

My bed. First time in my life that I need a (maybe more) blanket. There is another blanket under my pillow (the pillow is too low for my smart head, ha3). I still cannot buy a bolster, because it is not sold anywhere (why ha)! I never close the curtains completely, as I hope the sun may wake me.

Few clothes ha… Another Malaysian flag, ha3!

Some of my textbooks. Damn heavy, how am I going to bring them to lecture theatre! I have no need to go to gym, as I can do weight-lifting in my own room.

All right, twelve o’clock now. I have to wake up early tomorrow morning (my lecture starts at eight). Please visit here frequently, as there are many details I have not write about. Wish me luck!

UQ - Brisbane

2009-02-19T03:23:00.000-08:00

Shu Ning scrawls:

Lol...update, guys...wherever you are....

I'm hailing here from Brisbane. Finally got all the bank accounts, internet, and phone settled, so I'm back in touch with the rest of the world.

Things are going pretty good so far. I've got nice housemates (Swee Kee's one of them), and the place I'm currently staying at is pretty convenient. Its right in front of a Supermarket, and about 15 minutes walk to my Veterinary Faculty.

Orientation will start this Monday. So for now, I don't really have much to do apart from onlining, reading, ATTEMPTING to cook...etc etc....

Most of our food is still instant stuff: Spaghetti...ABC Soup...Lasagne...Pizza, Garlic Bread and soup...etc etc...

Here are some pics taken in the airport before we left:

Some pics of UQ...

And pics of my house and room:

How's everyone else?? Hope everyone's doing great...^^

Earn Money without Working

2009-02-10T16:14:00.001-08:00

Link for Class Video Download

2009-01-30T02:40:00.000-08:00

Shu Ning scrawls:

Here's the link, for those of you who wish to download the entire Alice Springs Class Video. It should have a much better quality than the Youtube one.

I've uploaded it on 2 sites...

Mediafire

File Dropper

Do get the rest of our classmates to view also...hahaha...

Alice Springs Class Video

2009-01-17T00:45:00.000-08:00

Shu Ning scrawls:

Hey guys...I made a simple video for our class. Just something simple, mind you guys, but it does bring back memories. Watch it, and do comment, ya........

This is of Youtube quality...can't even see faces properly...for HIGH QUALITY version, please contact me....

Keep in touch, guys...=) Do leave a tag in the chatbox about which Uni you're going, etc etc etc...

A Mission Just Started…

2009-01-16T07:59:00.001-08:00

For your information, my SACE result of TER 93.45 does not allow me to be offered a place in the Medicine programme in University of Otago. However, instead of being blocked outside the gate of New Zealand, a sudden call from agent around 8 pm that day, does change my destiny (maybe my future too)!

Seems like my route towards politics will be longer than I expected and planned. Previously, my plan is Medicine > Service > Public Health > Service + Politics > Politics (full time), yet I was now offered with Health Sciences First Year, which may lead to Bachelor of Pharmacy Degree. Hence, now I need to rearrange my plan again. How ah? Frankly speaking, I do not really know yet; I need to understand where Pharmacy Degree will lead me.

New Zealand is totally stranger to me. I do not know how Kiwi people behave, of course I hope nothing bad. I know very little about Kiwi, mostly I found from website about history of Land Under White Clouds and places around the university. In fact, the thing that I mostly concern is the course itself. Seven subjects in the first year, bla bla bla… Just pray for me, I will be great sooner or later.

Anyway, I need to show my gratitude to Professor WB and Professor IT that let me step into the gate of Otago. In fact, JPA as my “backbone” also inevitable from being thanked (remember JPA as the officers asserted). Then, not forget my parents, especially my dad who need to “thick-his-face” to borrow money from my relatives in order to settle a number of payments. The list goes on to lecturers, teachers, friends…

All right, my mission is coming nearer and nearer, as the date of departure is around 16 Feb. 2009. Ha-ha, I just cannot register as voter before I fly to NZ, so should I come back to Malaysia when I am 21? Wish me luck.

INNOCENCE~ the little things that made life great (special for everyone)

2008-12-26T07:17:00.000-08:00

Huuh~
I realized that I never talk bout my anxiety of getting the SACE results or even the breakdown I’m facing after the results were out… Why??? Hmm, I always thought that it’s something that I somehow, had expected. So there’s no point of talking and writing bout it. But is keeping everything to yourself would be ok??? Pretend that it’s actually alrite and face everything with a strong smile would hide the sorrow???

I didn’t pass the TER for university placement… So does that make me a bad student? Does that show I didn’t give full effort to my studies? Does that reflect I’m not fit to be a doctor? Does that show I fail to fulfill my parent’s hope? I bet others who are in the same condition as me has all these questions swarming in their mind…

It’s hard to not let myself cry every time I talked to my mum, my lectures or my friends just to explain the situation rite now… But, honestly, those who are close to me knew how I felt and saw my tears streamed down my cheeks… Non-stop they would tell me to stop crying and pampered me, just to make sure the smile that glows on my face doesn’t fade away… So for them, I learned to hold back my tears and face everything with patience and bravery. I believe everyone has their own ups and downs so this is just another bump that made me fell on my journey to discover myself.

So here I am, writing in my blog, trying to cheer myself up while appreciating every single thing that I have. I was listening to one of Avril’s song, INNOCENCE, when this idea struck my mind… how grateful am I for having such life filled with all sorts of moments.

Once, I lost my first love, face distraught family and financial problem and of course typical stress in my studies... However, at the same time, I can always find joy with my friends, love from my family and happiness within my life. Such distinct emotion and sentiment could exist at the same time thus this made me realized that LIFE IS FAIR.

Ok, let me elaborate a bit bout my silly idea how I’m perfectly happy with my life now. On one side, I didn’t pass the entry requirement, not being able to be accepted to the universities in Australia and about to be separated with my boy friend. But on the other side, I’m currently in love with the guy that once wasn’t there for me, lovingly supported by my divorced parents and has a lot of friends who cares for me. So you see, it’s balanced. You can be very miserable at one point but showered with love at another. It took me a while to realize this. All these little things made my life perfect.

Yeah~ some might think that I’m living in my own world, saying that not being able to fly to Australia is okay… but again, I’m stressing that you need more than just your mind to see this crazy little idea or thoughts or whateva you may call. It needs courage, bravery, modesty and most of all perseverance. Try and read through the lyrics and see whether you could understand what I’m trying to say…

Waking up to see that everything is okay
The first time in my life and now it’s so great
Slowing down and looked around I’m so amazed
Think about the little things that make life great
I wouldn’t change a thing about it
This is the best feeling

This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it would stay
This moment is perfect
Please don’t go away
I need you now
And I hold on to it
Don’t you let it pass you by…

I found a place so safe not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it’s so clear
Feel calm and belong, I’m so happy here
So strong and I let myself be sincere
I wouldn’t change a thing about it
This is the best feeling…

This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it would stay
This moment is perfect
Please don’t go away
I need you now
And I hold on to it
Don’t you let it pass you by

…..Think your dreaming
It’s the happiness inside that your feeling
It’s so beautiful it makes you wanna cry

It’s so beautiful it makes you wanna cry….

This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it would stay
This moment is perfect
Please don’t go away
I need you now
And I hold on to it
Don’t you let it pass you by…

As I listen to the song over and over and over again, I slowly understand what it meant… At some point, you cannot blame life for being unfair… some may be luckier than us rite now, some maybe a little later but some may be in the future. What’s important is that cherished all the moments we are going thru rite now and make the best of it.

To my friends who are facing the same emotional roller coaster as me, keep yourself together and never give up as there will be a special moment for us. Even so not now… may be later or somewhere in the future. Try to reflect and ponder upon your life and see whether this little idea (where two distinct emotions or moments are happening at the same time) exists in your life. And if there is, then you know that, it is the perfect moment….

Thanked all those people who has been there for you, your parents, sibling, lovers, bf or gf, lectures and friends… whoever is there that has support you all this while. They might need a little more time to understand what we are going thru but we, who are facing it, understand better… so hold on tight and fight for ourselves. We are as good as everyone else… wishing every single of you gud luck and all the best…

p/s : I would like to take this chance to thank =

1. my beloved parents, who has been very supporting and understanding and importantly has believed in me not forgetting my two brothers…
2. my dearest azrul, for showering me with love, the one who has made me grew stronger, mature and be there when I cry and accept me for who I am…
3. my pet sister, kak shafina, who prepared me so that I’m ready to face all this challenges…
4. izulman, who always said that I’m more than what I am…
5. my best friend, syafiq, for being there when I’m down…
6. my girlfriends, you know better who you are, for giving me all the free hugs and comfort when I needed them…
7. my keluarga muhibah and classmates, for making my semesters in INTEC wonderful…
8. the SAMSA board, for being such a great team to work with…
9. my lectures, who never fail to guide me…
10. pn hazlillah, for being my idol and the one I always look up to, plus the advise and words of wisdom you gave to me…
11. jazli (for all your help and wonderful moments since we’re in primary school) ammar and darleen (my two best neighbours) and ariff (for ur non-stop jokes and innocent face)…
12. and for you who are reading my blog, I bet we once had moments together, may it be a simple and short one, but I’m glad to know you…

Untitled - Can't think of any~

2008-12-23T20:35:00.000-08:00

Lee Kuan's Musings

You know, everyone will be going somewhere next year, be it in Malaysia or overseas. This is when i noticed that i can't do this anymore:

1. Watch anime for 18 hours a day (allocating 6 hours for other insignificant purposes such as sleep - sleep is important but during holidays, sleep is optional)

2 Downloading manga(comic) and anime at the same time (this means my computer also sleep 6 hours a day only)

3. Go out yumcha(loosely translated as 'drink tea') with my friends

4. Go shopping with mum because my mum needs an extra person to:

a)Carry stuff

b)when there's a sale, the maximum discounted item one person can buy is only one. Since there are two of us we can buy two! In fact, if my cousins, uncles, auntie, grandma etc are here in Teluk Intan, they are highly encouraged to follow too.

The thing is we can't possibly do this anymore next year since we will be busy with our studies, again. In addition, i have one more predicament.

I. can't. cook.

Seriously.

No matter where you go, it is good to assume that you will have to cook for yourself.

So my mum has been teaching me how to cook this holiday, without much success since i am totally helpless when it comes to practical skills.

Lesson 1: Fried Egg

It's not that i don't know how to fry egg, it's just that it is so ugly that when my father saw the end product, he immediately burst into laughter.

And my father is a calm and composed man.

You know, the traditional type.

And he bloody laughed at me.

Damn it, if like that i will be better off as a clown, i can even make the most emo person on earth laugh with the power of my fried egg.

Fortunately, it turns out quite okay now. You have no idea how many eggs i have used for this practice alone.

Lesson 2: Er...fried a lot of stuff you know stuff like sausages, chicken ham etc etc etc

hm..this is slightly better since i have so much practice with fried egg already. I still have this acute fear of OIL and FRYING PAN.

In fact,

I immediately ran away when my mum said ' it's time for you to learn how to fry fish'

I was like ' NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Frying fish is SCARYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY . The oil yeah!!! the oil!!!!

Something like that.

Lesson 3: Spaghetti

It was suprisingly not threatening since it doesn't involve that much oil.

Thank God!

Lesson 4: Fried rice

I don't know if anyone experience this. My hand actually hurts after frying rice.

i must be hibernating for so long that even the smallest movements will result in pain.

yes, that's right.

I have yet to learn how to churn out steamed stuff like steamed fish.

It seems so er, complicated. No, even simple stuff seems hard to me.

In conclusion, i am good at eating but bad at cooking.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Owh Gosh! I Failed Once Again!

2008-12-16T22:41:00.001-08:00

Today is the date my final result commenced. Just 7.30 a.m., I had a "morning call" by one of my friend, "Bla3 TER 98.7, Bla3 99.7, Bla3 92.0. How about you?" Damn (please allow me with this harsh word)! "I don't think I can fly, Bro!"

Lets take a look at my results, readers, before I proceed further.

Tertiary Entrance for Loh, Chuan Tuck
University Entrance

The Tertiary Entrance Rank (TER) indicates how well you have performed relative to others in the population, taking into account variations in student participation from year to year.

Tertiary Entrance Rank: 93.45

The TER is derived from the university aggregate, which is calculated by totaling the tertiary entrance points for your best four subjects and adding half the tertiary entrance points for your fifth best subject.

Individual tertiary institutions may award bonus points to aggregates for entrance to their courses. Any such bonus points are not shown here.

University Aggregate: 77.25

The aggregate was calculated from the Tertiary Entrance Points as follows:
2008: 2BIO2 18.0
2008: 2CHM2 17.5
2008: 2MSU2 17.0
2008: 2ESP2 16.5
2008: 2PHY2 16.5
Contribution: 8.25

TAFE Entrance

For TAFE courses that use a score based on performance in the SACE, the TAFE selection score is calculated by totaling the tertiary entrance points for your best three Stage 2 subjects. The total is then divided by 3 and reported in the score range 0-20 to one decimal place.

New TAFE Aggregate: 17.5

The aggregate was calculated from the Tertiary Entrance Points as follows:
2008: 2BIO2 18.0
2008: 2CHM2 17.5
2008: 2MSU2 17.0

All right, nothing makes sense? Tertiary Entrance Rank (TER) is the value I need to enter the universities in New Zealand. For your information, readers, for my course (Medicine) the minimum required TER is 96.0. As I only get 93.45, I am not qualified for the unconditional offer. So, I failed!

In fact, I was surprised when I see the numbers. How can my Mathematics Studies better than Physics? During course, Physics is always better than Maths, as my Maths usually scores just at the brink of fail and pass. Undisputedly, Biology is still my strongest subject (do not ask me why, maybe I actually qualified as a doctor, just kidding).

Inevitably, I bring disappointment to my Dad. I know he is so contradict in his head: I want my son to study as a doctor, but I think he is better to be here, in Malaysia. Now I have no choice but to stay in Malaysia, waiting for JPA (my sponsor) to allow to admit into IMU (International Medical University). My road? Wait and see.

If there is no road, let me be the pathfinder. Good luck, my friends! Remember, come back to Malaysia! We need you.

Freak Out!

2008-12-10T18:00:00.001-08:00

Year 12 results are expected to be released during the week commencing 15 December. Office of SACE Board will confirm this in a media release at the beginning of that week.

SSABSA/ SACE's result is going to be announced someday next week, and I already freaked out! I cannot take the blow of being stopped in front of the gate of Otago University. Ah!

Wish best of luck to all of you, my friends!

Alice Springs - Reminiscence Post

2008-12-06T01:55:00.000-08:00

Merely extracted this from the extremely long post in my blog...

I miss you guys; those times we can sit around, teasing each other, chatting over random stuff, or even as we moan over assignments together... You guys made up the best class I've ever had; the only class I've ever been in so far who can stay united regardless of being pitched against each other in this tough course. Many people claim that AUSMAT is a very competitive course; every man for himself, but this definitely does NOT describe our class. On the contrary, we work together, help each other and have fun; even in the heat of exam stress. Yup, we're one happy family...^^

The fun and crazy members of the Alice Springs family

Formal Class Pic in the Intec Library

Outside the Library: Right Hand Palm Rule, everyone!!!

Remember the times we apent together? Taking crazy SS pictures in class...mixing fruit salad with our bare hands in laundry pails...KO-ing on the table in unison when any lecturer says "take five", celebrating Iqbar's surprise birthday in class...going to the washroom and defrosting together outside class...timing cafeteria outings to coincide with the availability of Fried Chicken...comparing and criticising the price of AUSMAT cafe's food...Jia Jeng calling Chi Hau "fan tong"...strolling together to the koperasi to buy Nescafe Latte...doing experiments and copying lab reports from one another...having animated discussions about all sorts of random topics in class...pakat-ing together to beg Chi Hau to cancel classes...cooperating with each other to ask questions during presentations...

Nope, we did not pakat to wear all blue. This was taken in the ALM Block

The Blues and the Reds: Alice Springs & Canberra, with some "intruders" from other classes...hehehe...kidding...

Defrosting outside our class. The class air-con is so ridiculously cold...

The fruit salad team during Entreprenuer's day.

Once any lecturer says "Take Five!!", more than half the class will KO immediately on the desk. See how mentally exhausted we all are?

Group Pic with our dear Physics lecturer. Remember how we played that April Fool trick on her? I still have the video...haha......

SS-ing during the last day of class.

No, we didn't pakat for this either. Somehow, so many people turned up in shades of pink/purple

Taken during Iqbar's birthday celebration: Identify the hands...

Speaking of assignments...flashback flashback...haha...there was the ESLS Investigation that we spent MONTHS on, doing Annotated Bibliography, Drafts, Tutorials, etc.....and there were the Bio Assignments; the Oral Presentation, during which each group had to go on field trips and present about them to the class.....haha, I can still remember my group's leg-amputation procedure we witnessed and displayed to the class.....and of course, who can forget the extremely THICK Bio Human Awareness Essay.....Chemistry SRT, the one that forced us to go back and forth to the UiTM Main Campus Library.....Physics Project, our final presentation.....and of course, not forgetting the CTU presentations that took up a HELL lot of time, but barely had any significance...

Bio Human Awareness Essay...the super thick one...

Oh, and the lab reports too...remember all the experiments we did in the lab? The leaf discs, all the titrations, the spectrometer (is that what its called??)...

Still can spot the metaphase/anaphase/etc?

Swirl, titrate, and if you miss the end point...DO AGAIN...

The leaf disc experiment

The natural selection experiment - there we were, matchmaking and killing frogs...got boring after a little while, though...

My lab partners and I

Keep in touch, guys...even as we set of on our own ways...

The Alice Springs people during Grand Dinner.

The Girls of Alice Springs

And the guys

With Madam Syarmila outside the class

Love you guys... <3

Run Faster with Farting?

2008-11-23T22:49:00.001-08:00

College life has almost run into history (I hope campus life is coming), but some of my favourite subjects, I still unable to forget their principles. Biology and Physics are the most practical subjects in life, automatically they are my love. Yesterday during dinner, a weird idea, associates with Physics principle, came cross my mind. Can we run faster when farting?

According to Newton's Third Law of Motion (do I mistaken?), a momentum (product of the mass and velocity of an object) should has another momentum acts at the opposite direction but same magnitude as the one before. Hence, in order to run faster, we need to increase the thrusting momentum. In turn, that means that we need to add momentum in the opposite way to our destination! As gas (methane and other gas particles) is matter, and it has velocity when let out, so we gain momentum when farting! Haha! This is just a bad idea, maybe one day, sportsmen may eat garlic or onions before race, in order to run faster. Yet, I do not want to get blame for enhanced greenhouse effect.

Dear readers, see you then! Hope you find this post interesting.

Future Lies Ahead.

2008-11-20T09:11:00.001-08:00

On the bus (maybe the last time in my life to board a campus bus), my friend next to me said, "Life has become meaningless when Chemistry paper finished!" Amazed, "Man! My life has just meaningful today onwards!" In my head, a whole bunch of ideas and jobs of spending time, lingering around for me to arrange their roles - blogs (this blog and another in Mandarin), appointment for medical checkup, moderating and diving in forum, running for alumni (maybe) and many more. However, there is still a grave worry deep in my heart: Can I fly to New Zealand next year?

Along this one-and-a-half year course, I did not put all my efforts on studies, instead I lose the passion of learning in school previously. I know I can do well (except for English, which needs a lot of time and effort) in all the technical and factual subjects, including Biology, Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics, but I did not make them as my first priorities. Yet, I will not regret anyway, as I did learn a lot of skills that I will not, even in the "Community University". All those skills, especially the need of facts, make me a critical person even more critical. This is clearly shown when I am on the post of moderator and administrator of forums. The factual thread(s) without prove(s) will not pass under my nose. This one-and-a-half year has ended, and the annual dinner is coming at 27th. In my heart, just sadness and emptiness.

When I first enter the class this January, I was late. It was Mathematics class, I still remember. From day on, I did not do well in Maths, lack of practice I know. My class is so noisy during intervals, thanks for the few sporting friends. Even though I did not learn the power of friendship as I experienced during my primary school, but the power and joy of strong relationship (cooperation) within a class is so touching. Every students want to beat each other academically, at the same time we are competing with other classes. Within the same class, we are willing to help each other. Results (final has not announced yet) have shown that the range of marks is not as deviate as other classes! Besides, we can skip class(es) as a whole group if we do not feel want to attend certain class(es)! Shh, this is still "secret"! You can feel it, when you look at the pictures that we took.

We all know that we are going to be apart very soon, and we all know that our future will all differ from each other. For the lucky ones, we will fly together! For the "unlucky" ones, we may have another road to walk, and another path to find for, as we know time does not end here. Hope that we will still keep in touch, through our class's Blog. Goodbye friends and wish you all luck! I know I will be a pathfinder, but maybe not the easy one anymore. Just need to advise, COME BACK TO MALAYSIA!

*P. S. Actually I should post this earlier, just being drifted away by games and forums. Before I sleep, I know I need to do something. Just a piece of my feelings potpourri...

Chi Hau's Birthday celebration

2008-10-17T07:00:00.000-07:00

Shu Ning reports:

Here are pics from that very very WET day when we celebrated Chi Hau and Shuba's birthday...

The present we bought for him. there's a striking resemblance, right?? =P =P =P

Cutting the cake...

Now feeding each other the cake...

The "hua ping"...=P

Chi Hau, covered in cake, & his birthday present.

Dancing...Oh man, ask anyone who saw him dancing that night...it was hilarious...I'll upload the video once I actually get access to Youtube...

And finally, group pic of all the Alice Springs people who turned up on that day. Be grateful, class rep......=P =P =P

Anyway, once again Happy Birthday, Chi Hau...Thanks for "jaga-ing" us as class rep this year...hehe...and for the times we keep making you attempt to cancel class...

Good luck & all the best in everything, ya...

2008-10-04T05:47:00.001-07:00

Chi Hau:

The other night I was wandering at Popular bookstore when Who Moved My Cheese? by Dr Spencer Johnson caught my sight. I came across the book frequently years ago when I was a librarian at my high school but I was never keen to take a glimpse into it. That night, I picked up the book and finished it in about half an hour. The story depicted four characters – Sniff, Scurry, Haw and Hem – searching for cheese in a maze and their responses when a cheese station which was once a haven for them ran out of cheese.

“If you do not change, you can become extinct.” When the cheese station was out of supply, Sniff and Scurry were immediately aware of it and they moved on to search for more cheese in the maze. In contrast, Haw and Hem were at a complete loss when they faced that predicament. Eventually, one of them (can’t really remember whether it is Haw and Hem because I can just vaguely recall the story) decided to move out of the once-full-of-cheese station and explore the maze for more cheese. The above statement is kind of akin to the notion of natural selection, in which organisms have to evolve or to change to adapt to the ever-changing environment. Undergoing no changes, the populations are doomed to be wiped out. Even when substrates bind to the active sites of enzymes, the enzymes also have to change it shape slightly in order to produce a better binding, stress the bonds in substrates, lower the activation energy and hence increase the rate of reaction. Oh heck, what am I crapping? Anyway the principles and values that we always hold on to shall surfer no alteration. It is the way we see things, the way we perceive an issue, the way we analyze a situation that should be changed. Most of us talk about making a difference in others’ lives. We talk about healing the world but in fact how ready are we for all those things? To make changes in others’ lives, first we have to change ourselves…

“When you stop being afraid, you feel happy.” Undeniably, we feel delightful when we have nothing to be afraid of, when we are not worrying about something. But then most of the times, our mind is cluttered with too many ‘what-ifs’. What if I fail the test miserably? What I say something that makes me look stupid during the debate competition? What if the girl turns me down when I try to confess to her? Indeed worries, at most of the time, are redundant. For things that have been done or things that have happened in the past, it is impractical to worry about them because things will not change to your favor even though you worry about it for the whole day. Your results will not change from black and white into flying colors not matter what. The only thing we can do is to stop worrying and work on things that we are capable to change. We have the future in our hand. We are the one who determine who we want to be in the future and we are going to work on it. We should try our best so that we will have no regrets when we look back. Take a fancy to someone? Why not make your stand clear to him/her? You wouldn’t want to regret years later when you think that you should have confessed to her in the first place. If you never try, you will never know how things are going to turn out to be. When we put in all our effort in something, of course we will feel depressed if the effort were to no avail but at least, we know deep in the bottom of our heart that we have tried our best and we have no regrets. Oh, this reminds me of William Hung who took the world by storm due to his effort despite his ***** voice. In fact the only thing that we have to be afraid of is fear itself and this is well said by Franklin Roosevelt. “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” Discard your worries and conquer your fear and you are no far away from who you always wish to be.

“Imagining yourself enjoying your cheese leads you to it.” At the first instant I saw this sentence, Steve Chandler’s words came into my mind. In his book 100 Ways to Motivate Yourself, Chandler talks about ‘Create a vision’. When Arnold Schwarzeneggar retired from bodybuilding, he dreamt to be the number-one box-office in the Tinseltown. Nevertheless, his initial attempts at movies were not much promising. “What you do is create a vision of who you want to be, and then live into that picture, as if it were already true.” He said this when he was asked on how he is going to achieve his goal. In fact this turns out to be true for me. I have been thinking about who I want to be in the future. For the past few months, I went through a few interviews to be admitted into a medical school. Whenever the interviewers ask me who I see myself as ten years in the future, it is the same answer – to work in disaster-wrecked and poverty-stricken areas. When you create a picture of who you want to be in the future, you will work harder for it because you know that this is what you want in your life, that is the thing that gives you a sense of purpose, the thing that keeps you alive while you are still alive. Sometimes we wake up in the morning and wonder what is the purpose of life, why are we here, what are we supposed to do. But when you create a vision about yourself in the future, you will have something to wake up for in the morning. Do not live a single moment of your life without having a vision for Helen Keller once said: “The most pathetic person is someone who has sight but has no vision.”

2008-10-03T01:48:00.000-07:00

Chi Hau:

Though human cloning might sound to be whimsical fifty years ago, a major breakthrough was attained in 2004 when a team of South Korean researchers, led by Woo Suk Hwang, declared that they had cloned human embryos capable of reaching the blastocyst stage. Nonetheless, a university panel subsequently decided that the research was fabricated. In fact, I was quite surprised when, a few weeks ago, I stumbled across the news that Australia granted a patent to Woo Suk Hwang regarding his method used in human cloning. Indeed Australia is the first ever country that recognizes the human cloning technique of Woo and deems it as legitimate.

Anyway the idea of human cloning is really fascinating! Besides extracting cells from embryonic stem cells to treat genetic diseases, did you ever think of replicating a celebrity or your dream guy/gal and make him/her your perfect date? Not feasible though it sounds to be as under normal condition, a clone reaches maturity in a shorter period of time and surely you wouldn’t want to see your beau/lass to grow from a chubby infant into a mature adult and towards senility when you yourself have just gone through a period of, say, then years. Haha…

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“People don’t just want children, but children with more advantages than they had.” This sentence really put me into a moment of silence, a moment to think, to ponder and to reflect upon myself. Parents, regardless of human beings and animals, always strive to give the best to their children, though sometimes they may be deprived of something else which is much more essential to them. As a matter of fact, nurturing and providing basic requirements are as vital as searching for the perfect spouse to create offspring with perfect combination of characteristics. And thus the notion of eugenics is born. However I shall not further elaborate this subject and pertinent scientific and social implication.

What I want to talk about is the sacrifice made by our parents, things they have no choice but to give up to give us a better life. It reminds me of a movie that I watched recently – Money Not Enough 2 (a Singaporean film) – in which the mother decided to take her own life in order to halt the squabble between the children and to save her granddaughter’s life. For One More Day by Mitch Albom is a very poignant and touching one in the way this matter is presented. The main character hardly stands up for his mum despite the mother’s concerns. Most of us only come to appreciate someone we love only when the person is no longer around us. How much our parents have done for us and in return, what have we done in reciprocation?

Raleigh International Introduction Weekend

2008-09-30T02:03:00.000-07:00

Chi Hau:

Name: Introduction Weekend October 2008

Date: Friday 10 October, 6.00pm - Sun 12 October 2008, 4.00pm

Venue: INTERNATIONAL YOUTH CENTRE,
Jalan Yaacob Latiff, Bandar Tun Razak,
56000 Cheras, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
Map.

Registration:

Li Ling +6017 209 7301

Shu Woan +6017 385 9288

iwoct08[at]raleighinternational.org.my

REGISTRATION OPEN

Camp Fee: Fee: RM50 / participant

Download:

Download Introduction Weekend Application Form here
OR mirror site - MediaFire

Brief: Dear potential participants,

Ever fancied a life of adventure, discovery and excitement? Join a hundred strangers. Walk a hundred miles. With no change of socks. To sleep with bugs and bathe in streams. Would you give up the comforts of home in pursuit of a crazy dream?

Previous Raleigh International projects include building gravity feeds to supply fresh water to villages, building houses, schools, bridges and libraries; geological surveys, marine conservation work, working with rhinos & orang utans; as well as trekking across the Crocker Range, sea kayaking in Chile and trekking across some of the most arid parts of Namibia.

This year Raleigh International gives young Malaysians the opportunity to embark on life-changing expeditions to Malaysia, Costa Rica-Nicaragua, Namibia & India. These expeditions challenge young people, between the ages of 17 and 25 through community and conservation work in some of the world’s most remote destinations. Volunteers help build homes, community clinics and work with wildlife experts on some of the world’s most endangered species.

To qualify for an expedition as a Venturer, you have to be between 17-25 years of age, speak basic English and able to swim 200m unaided and qualify yourself at an Introduction Weekend. This Introduction Weekend is designed to simulate the rigors and challenges you will face on expedition. The details for the upcoming Introduction Weekend are as follows:

Dates: 6pm on Friday, 10 Oct to 4pm on Sunday, 12 Oct 2008
Rendezvous: International Youth Centre
(accessible by Bandar Tun Razak LRT. Map here)

contact persons:
Li Ling +6017 209 7301

Shu Woan +6017 385 9288

iwoct08[at]raleighinternational.org.my

The above application form is handed out only to individuals who are embarking on a 10-week expedition with Raleigh International. This document is your application on Raleigh International Kuala Lumpur’s Introduction Weekend and is your first step to a chance of a lifetime.

Please fill in this form and submit to the person and the address printed at the bottom by 4th of October 2008. This document once completely filled and submitted will be your request to be accepted on a Raleigh International expedition. Please note that incomplete applications (incomplete fields, lacking a referral or photo) will not be considered.

Blog Admin

2008-09-16T01:45:00.000-07:00

Hey, posting as blog admin here...

I don't have a problem with any of you guys expressing your views here nor the use of profanities, but do remember that you guys are responsible for whatever you write....

So nope, I'm not removing any post here...you guys are free to write whatever you want...just be careful, okie?=)

Good luck for trials, everyone!!

Religion gives God a bad name.

2008-09-14T00:34:00.000-07:00

Shu Ning, no offense here, but if you don't like swearing or the subject matter, and you decide you're gonna take after Badawi's policies on freedom of speech as the admin of this blog, it's fine with me if you to wanna chuck off this post or whatever. But I can put it on my own blog anyway so no biggie. I just think the people in INTEC need to open their minds a little bit more so they don't end up like pathetic Taliban cases who would do nothing but embarrass Malaysians.

Alright so there's this group I came across on Facebook. The name's:

"SCREW ISA,We want a FAIR government."

The purpose: This group is created for everyone and anyone who thinks that ISA is doing an idiotic job arresting the three people without any trials.Show our support and how we feel towards ISA.

Note: This post is not about the ISA and whether its good or bad or who should go in or whether it should be abolished or whatever and what crap. It's about people who argue crooked arguments. Now I'm not gonna make any political shit about the ISA coz we've got tonnes of people in INTEC who rely on mainstream media and propaganda and I have no wish to join the 3 detainees (now 2) in Kamunting currently enjoying world-renowned Malaysian hospitality. And seeing that Chi Hau had previously set the trend of writing practice IELTS essays regarding super serious matters in super serious manners on the blog, so shall I!

BUT: There's this dude on there, the name's Armand Zarim (HELP University College) who wrote:

"it's a joke that the american government has asked our country to be reviewed because of our ISA . have they forgot about their own patriot act ? the law which allows them to capture anyone that appears to be a threat to national security without any form of trial and strictly off radar movements and thrown into guantanamo bay without any valid excuse and succumb to inhuman degrading torture ? just because someone has a beard , wears a jubah and is a muslim he has to go through a living hell ? my god they are really the land of the free and the home of democracy . fucking american dogs ."

Now I just think this is a perfect example of one of many extremist narrow-minded dipshits who do nothing but sympathize with their fellow compatriots from back at home who live in caves and shoot at anything that doesn't look exactly like them, and use pregnant women, even children and donkeys (yes I'm serious, they have used donkeys to blow up a crowded market. If heaven and those damned virgins are so guaranteed after killing people for God, why not go do it yourselves? Shouldn't you be in a rush to live out eternal bliss as a martyr? Why do you prefer your shitty life and home now compared to heaven? Why are the imams and the religious preachers the most reluctant to go, when they're the ones who seem to know the most about what's in heaven and who is to be deemed fit or otherwise to enter it by God?) to carry bombs. WTF? Why do people have to open their stupid empty gaping mouths when they have the same amount of nothingness in their brains?! Firstly, the sentence itself is stupid. Appears to be a threat to national security = Without any valid excuse? Is appearing to be a threat to national security not a valid excuse? Isn't that what our ISA is about? WTF is he complaining about? But ANYWAY.

My point here is, you have to learn to distinguish what you're talking about if you wish to make commentaries and comparisons with other subject matter. I don't give a crap about the ISA or Patriot Act here. The point is people, use some brains before speaking about things which can incite all sortsa raging emotions.

The clarification that seems to be much needed to Malaysians is that the Patriot Act focuses mainly on the permission to employ widespread wiretapping and email screening, and obtaining financial activities and other official records, not just throwing your bloody cousins and monkeys and what not into Gitmo for Christ's sake. And it focuses on detaining and DEPORTING immigrants suspected of terror, NOT JUST TARGETING THEIR CITIZENS. *ISA is good cough cough* You don't see Americans themselves being thrown into Gitmo or crap. And if you're an immigrant, you shoulda thought twice about getting involved with the SLIGHTEST shady activity. You can't blame them. Two planes, two towers, thousands of innocents murdered and injured. If that were here, IT COULD HAVE BEEN YOUR WHOLE FAMILY WIPED OUT FOR NO REASON. And hearing people preach to kill all infidels and enemies of God in the name of religion on TV, is NOT something that encourages you to act nice to the neighbourhood Muslim butcher who most often, hangs out with his own community, and mainly speaks his own mothertongue most of the time so you have no idea what the crap he is thinking of.

Plus plus! Our resident idiot here didn't notice that unlike our ISA here, where you can be detained indefinitely (technically, only 2 years, but it can be lengthened and renewed like a library book, so 2 + 2 + 2 + 2.......ad infinitum) the Patriot Act states that the immigrant suspected can only be detained for 90 days, after which he can be held for another 6 months if confirmed to be a threat. However, after the initial detention, he must be arrested within 7 days or he must be set free. We're not talking about the practicality, but it's the principle my friend. That's not even talking about the justice reviews and appeals.

"Just because someone has a beard, wears a jubah and is a Muslim he has to go through a living hell ?" If he hasn't noticed, it's called racial profiling, and it's a key technique in crime and terror prevention by agencies all around the world. UK, Germany, France, Egypt, if their secret service didn't have methods to narrow down their focus to save time and manpower, there'd be no prevention of crimes and terrorism acts since everyone would have the same chance of being a criminal. You don't expect to be a Black in Atlanta, GA or Cleveland, OH, or the Bronx and expect not to be profiled with a slightly higher than average propensity to commit crime, if compared to an Orthodox Jewish community or East Asian community. Holy crap. What about in Afghanistan, where civilians who work for US companies get captured and beheaded by dipshits just coz they're blonde, fair-skinned, and carry an American passport? Is that totally justified? That one American equals all the others? Coz if not, then their philosophy that not one bearded jubah-ed Muslim equals the others, seems to work solely in a one-sided manner. "succumb to inhuman degrading torture"? Peh. Most of the photos leaked out look horrific, but they are isolated and released only because of their nature that shocks and grabs attention of the media and public. And it's not supposed to happen, see: the court martial processes. Just because some perverted soldiers did it doesn't mean the rest of the nation supports it. One of the common tortures is being placed in a room being played Sesame Street songs over and over again. Compared to being beheaded? Anyday, anytime.

"my god they are really the land of the free and the home of democracy .". Yes, your god. God god oh god, it really is the land of the free and the home of democracy. Oh but of course, only 2nd to Msia la! "fucking american dogs ." Geez where the HELL did THAT come from and what the HELL IS THAT ALL ABOUT?! It seems to be a very popular catchphrase now! You're so uber cool if you can have the guts in place of brains to say, *glances around* "Fucking...American...DOGS!!". There, now that I'm a better person for saying that which gave me orgasmic pleasure in doing so. You only complain now coz you don't have the chance to experience the freedom and tolerance you can find in the US. If you ever got the chance, you'd drop all your criticism, grab a pair of cowboy boots, a baseball cap, a corndog and don a Dodgers jacket. Woo HOO! Isn't this la dolce vita! Some people just give us the bad reputation of being fucking Malaysian pigs.

But something tells me, MR ARMAND ZARIM is a foreign student, who was lucky enough to excape from his Paki backgrounds, and come to this country. This reminds me of the huge association of Pakis in Britain, who are demanding that the UK now adopt Syariah Law as its official law. WWWWWWHAAAAAT THHHHHHEEEEE FFFFFFUUCKKKKK?! In the first place, NOBODY ASKED YOU TO COME TO THE UK. Coulda just stayed back in Pakistan in a straw shack and practised your Syariah Law. You go to other people's nation, adopt their little Cockney accent, open your crappy business there which the people are kind enough to support and not close down for being extremely filthy, eat their fish and chips, shop at their stores, enjoy tea and scones, then wanna impose YOUR OWN LAWS THERE as a foreigner? Isn't that just RICH. What would you say if Americans filled Paki-land and asked for their beloved freedoms and democracy to be practised? My my, wouldn't that be a totally different story then?? Thank God noone wants to go to Paki-land and enforce their rules. No use coz it's about to be bombed anyway.

Well anyway, people like these piss the crap outta me. They're so damn intolerant towards things totally unrelated to them. I HATE ISRAEL! THE JEWS! AMERICANS! But seriously, as far as you can stretch out your 'extremely valuable to society' family tree, which ONE SINGLE JEW, AMERICAN AND/OR ISRAELI HAS EVER HARMED YOUR FAMILY? STOLEN A CENT FROM YOU? KILLED A RELATIVE? CONNED OR CHEATED YOU? RAPED YOU? TAKEN YOUR HOME? INSULTED YOU? HAVE YOU EVEN KNOWN ONE SINGLE ISRAELI/JEW THROUGHOUT YOUR WHOLE DAMNED LIFE? SEEN ONE OF THEIR FACES IN REAL LIFE? HEARD THEIR VOICE? YOU PREACH SHIT TO LOOK RELIGIOUS, BUT FEEL FULLY JUSTIFIED TO HATE A WHOLE RACE OF HUMANS YOU TOTALLY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT. But the issues at heart which matter the most, domestic politics, corruption, power plays, poverty, the environment...none of that ever matters. Everyone here has a 'Save Palestine/Georgia/Acheh/Zimbabwe' agenda, but noone gives a rat's ass about what the hell goes on here. Do you think those people will fight for your cause? Your problems, if you lose your job or your brother can't get an education? You have housing loan crises? Our currency drops? We all die from bronchitis due to the smog? We lose our sunbears and turtles for good? They don't give a fuck, so wake up and smell the crap all around you.

NO MORE LONG SLEEVES....

2008-09-11T03:00:00.000-07:00

This post has been (reluctantly) removed by a blog administrator

Ah well, it wouldn't really be Intec without long sleeves...and considering we need it in the FREEZING class anyway...=/

2008-09-05T09:32:00.000-07:00

Official symbols

2008-08-30T00:30:00.000-07:00

This is where I made a lot of badges, which I may uploaded for my Blog someday. Here is one seal for our beloved Alice Springs. Want something for yourself? Click here: Says-It.com.

Happy designing!

Happy Birthday, Malaysia!

2008-08-29T22:38:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow, ie 12 am in the midnight, is when Malaysians celebrating our "birthday"! 51 years ago, at sharp 12 am also, the flag of British colloniser have their last seconds in Tanah Melayu, and for the first time, Malaysians had the chance to own our very first official flag. Jalur Gemilang (nickname of Malaysian's flag, as Stars and Stripes for USA) has initially eleven red and white stripes, and add up to thirteen at 1969. Everytime when I watch the recording of Tunku Abdul Rahman shouting "Merdeka" and the national anthem "Negaraku", I will have tears in my eyes, partly proud and touched, besides partly sad.

Even though there is no official campaign "Kibarkan Jalur Gemilang (Fly the Stripes of Glory)", I will make surea flag always flying at my desk, everywhere I settle. It is a reminder to me, that I am a Malaysian (ya, pure Malaysian). As a Malaysian, I have the obligation to serve my country, same case goes to world perspective. As I may go to New Zealand to further my study, I always being asked the question, "Are you coming back to Malaysia?" My answer is definite, "Yes! I need Malaysia, and in turn Malaysia needs me! Malaysia cannot lose a single Malaysian!" As you know, my dear readers, my cause as a future politician, is to save my country. I have no choice.

Even though Malaysia is small (and so do the number of Malaysians), we have abundant of resources, either natural or cultural. If Malaysians can make full use of these resources, the possibility for Malaysia to become the strongest country in the world is there! Theoritically, Malaysia should not be placed behind USA and Russia! Lets take a look at our brief history. Malaysia achieved a lot in 51 years' of independence, from infrastructure to intellectual. As long as Malaysians know our very own responsibility, there should be no corruption and arguments! A peaceful country is the key to glory!

I always bear in my mind: Malaysians are made for Malaysia (Malaysia is not for Malaysians). It is a blessing to live in this lovely country, so it is our job to make this country stands up. Malaysia is not purposedly established as a "habitat" for Malaysians, because a country is not a country if the citizens died or all the citizens are not recognised as citizens! I admit that, Malaysia should have a potpourri, not three or more separate cultures. I love Malay girls (Malaysian should have no boundary), and I am going to fast for the whole Ramadhan month. My Bahasa Malaysia will not have a single Chinese slang, and my Mandarin will not have a single Malay slang. So, I am true Malaysian!

Oh, my dear readers (if you are a Malaysian or you may consider this for your home country), Malaysians should be ONE unit, not lots of individuals! We should put our own importance the last, not the first! Whatever you do, please consider your beloved country. My last advice for Malaysians: POLITICS ARE USED TO PROSPER THE COUNTRY, NOT TO FILL YOUR OWN BELLY! HELP YOUR COUNTRY AND THE COUNTRY WILL HELP YOU!

SELAMAT HARI JADI, MALAYSIA! HAPPY 51st BIRTHDAY, MALAYSIA!

Class Pages

2008-08-09T22:16:00.000-07:00

Shu Ning's Rantings:

As promised, here are the Class Pages, and the pic we took in the Chem Lab =). Credits to my dear old friend for her creativeness and skill, without which we won't have these pages...

Love our class...=) =) =)

Tales of Al Rafi Bistro...

2008-07-24T23:46:00.000-07:00

wych's report...XD

hey guys...have a question here..how often you guys went to the bistro? the 'well-equipped mamak restaurant with executive room '..

here is my experienced since im a cemarians hehe. just THREE (3) times i went there and all three are the worst ever! ore2...dawood is better lah.

the previous two are not too bad but i cant bear this once more.

i just order a glass of milk, and you know what i get?

a glass of CREAMER MILK!

ore2..so depressed and i cant remember when is the last time i drink it (only when im desperated) in the childhood.

i dont know what is the problem with them, but seem all of them arent good with malay or is it a lack of management? they even dont care of what customers expect them to give.

even with great executive room they still have disadvantages and thus...dont ask me to have a dinner/breakfast/lunch or what ever there (even have a drink).

please not there XD. hehe c ya later on guys..

(eh wait..arent suppose our class page also should be here? just wondering)

~~~feeling down...~~~

Through camera lenses...

2008-07-05T01:43:00.000-07:00

Shu Ning scribbles:

As promised, here are the pics from all the camwhoring and candid shots this week.

I agree with Bella...our class is really fun; we're like family...yay...love you guys...=) =) =)

These are pics from Iqbar's Birthday...

Photos can be obtained from Bella or me=)

Thyaga; fascinated by the batman toy...=P

The rock Bella and the rest put in Iqbar's bag.

Lol.......

Jia Jeng

Laura

Lee Kuan

Waiting for Loh to bring Iqbar back...The Powder's ready...=P

Yup.....Powder.......

Chi Hau & Nisa

Guess which is Thyaga's hand...

Lee Kuan's moe scene...Mummy/daddy and son...lol...

Mom/dad & son 2

Cake....

More cake...

SS pic =)

Another SS Pic...suddenly I feel tall....=P =P =P

I wanna see the pics!!!

And just some other random pics...the various shades and colours....

Blue; proper

Blue; crazy

Blue & red; peace

Blue & red; war....Alice Springs vs Canberra

Erm...ghostly aura???

Birthday is always a fun day!!!

2008-07-04T23:33:00.000-07:00

Simply bella~

wahh~ last friday was iqbar's birthday. and he has been reminding us for the past one week. i unheartedly told him that i will forget his birthday and delete 4th of July off my mind. hahaha...

but of course la u cant forget ur lab partner, study group memeber, classmate n alang's birthday... so we came up with the plan... me, ina, and nisa actually. yeah, the three of us were boarding school students so doing pranks on each other is no BIG deal... nice to know that everyone had fun.

and the best part is, iqbar decide to keep the rock that we put inside his bag. wahahaha... he said its a piece of memory that he'll never forget.

so im suggesting that after this, the following days and month, we'll celebrate each and everyone's birthday in the class. we only have about 5 months together before it ended. so why dont we make the most of it....

being in alice springs is really great~ our class is homey and everyone just love each other... hahaha... TOUCHY~ but its true...

lastly, i love each and everyone in ALICE SPRINGS~ ina, iqbar, helmi, thyaga, chi hau, loh, jasmin, shu ning, jillian, winnie, lee kuan, laura, may ing, jia jee, swee kee, akma, fatin, maryam, fana n nisa!!!

total awesomeness~

2008-07-04T06:55:00.000-07:00

Lee Kuan's Musings

Today is Iqbar's birthday.
So happy birthday Iqbar!!!
Anyway, i am here to introduce my beloved classmates to the wonderful world of total moe-ness!
(extracted from wikipedia)
Moe (萌え /mo'e/, pronounced "mo-eh" ) is a Japanese slang word originally referring to love for characters in video games or anime and manga.
"Moe!" is also used within anime fandom as an interjection referring to a character the speaker considers to be a moekko. It is even used in some anime, such as Ouran High School Host Club, Lucky Star, and The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya.
However, most artists define moe not as a reference to a character so much as any personality that elicits a protective or loving response from the audience. For instance, being naïve is very often considered a favored feature, but characters who have complicated and extremely deep thoughts may also be considered moe depending on the audience.
In other words,
today when Chi Hau was feeding Iqbar his birthday cake, for me, it was total moe-ness!
The cuteness surrounding them was overwhelming and i couldn't help but scream in a fangirlish way (oh wait..Laura screamed together with me too, i think she felt the moe-ness too..).
KYA!!!!
I mean it's like a father feeding his son, oh wait, a mum feeding the son...er wait...
it's just pure cuteness!
if i have a camera i would have captured the beautiful moment and save it in some sacred place specially reserved for moe pictures. hohohoho...
wait...i am not a stalker, don't worry, fellow citizens of Alice Springs.
However,
chances are if that kind of adorable thing happens again,
you will find Miss Lee Kuan screeching away....

Jia Jeng =P =P =P

2008-07-02T05:37:00.000-07:00

Specially dedicated to the mummy of the class...

Courtesy of Shu Ning, Swee Kee and Ying Hui...(and Jia Jeng moaning in the background...)

Enjoy...=P =P =P

Couple of the 21st century...CUTE???

"SPRING" fashion??????????

Knock Knock

2008-06-20T09:28:00.000-07:00

Yo, guys....*swipes finger over dusty blog*

Come on...this poor blog's been pretty abandoned....

Well, our 3rd and final sem has officially begun. Can't believe its already been a whole year since we first entered Intec as lost, naive juniors...MMS week, C++ lessons, and all those stuff...it seems like just yesterday...*reminiscing*

Anyway, its the final sem, so gambateh everyone!!! Lets treasure our last semester here...=) =) =)

My Site

2008-06-04T00:05:00.000-07:00

The Dawn of the Dead

2008-06-03T02:48:00.000-07:00

Lee Kuan's ramblings

I wouldn't call it a bad omen.

but it was downright ominous.

It was the day after i came back home from BTN, i think.

The moment i opened the door, i noticed the abnormality.

Yes, that ridiculously strong stench.

So, i asked my mum.

Note that i speak to my mum in mandarin so i just translate it to English,k?.

Me: Ma, why so smelly one outside?
Mum:Aiya, probably some dead rat.
Me (peep through door): where got? no dead rat also.
Mum:Yo, what you doing? go eat your breakfast first.

Okay, so i totally forgotten about that bad smell after that, but you see, it got worse, the amount of flies just increased drastically outside and it disturbed me. ( i hate flies as much as i hate mosquitoes, lizards, cockroaches....i hate a lot of things)
Trying VERY hard to swallow whatever i was eating that time, i finished it in no time.
My mum and i went out after that.

She got the keys.
and reversed the car.

and there it was.

The source of my discomfort.
Underneath the damn car.

She did not notice it of course, she was in the car.
As for me, i was the first witness to the corpse.

A dead body under the car.
To be precise, a humongous dead cat.
With blood flowing from its mouth, and unknown insects having a great time consuming its biodegradable body and eyes wide open as if accusing me of not finding it earlier..

Screams!!~
What the @#$^&* was it doing there?!!!(Sorry, i was just too horrified)
(i was tempted to take its picture but the dead cat will probably feel bad so i refrained myself from doing so, in addition, i don't want to scare the hell out of you people - the scene wasn't exactly pretty)

Me : eh, this cat why like see before one geh?
Mum (trying in vain to grab the cat's body with a chopstick-like object):Aiya, of course lah! always come to people's house and run on people's car, leaving dirty traces on people's porch, you say leh?
Me: haigh..Troublesome cat..

After doing a thorough investigation, yes, i think the cat deserved an explaination for its death, i conclude that it was poisoned.

Poor cat, it ate the wrong thing at the wrong time.

And died at the wrong place, damn it.

2008-05-29T06:30:00.000-07:00

Chi Hau:

May 29, 2008

Just finish watching The Brave One (starring Jodie Foster, my favorite actress of all the time) and The Invasion (starring Nicole Kidman) this afternoon. The movie The Invasion really urged me to ponder and to reflect the issues that are plaguing our current world. As what happens in Resident Evil and Black Sheep, this movie talks about the proliferation of a virus. The debris of a crashed space shuttle between Dallas and Washington DC has brought with it an extraterrestrial virus. The only way for victims – who have contracted this virus – to stay alive is to stay awake. People who fall asleep will be physically unchanged but they will become emotionless. People without the virus should not show emotion or else…

The main character, Carol Bennell, tries to locate her son (Olive), who is with Carol’s ex-husband (who is infected with the virus). Fortunately, Olive was diagnosed with acute disseminated encephalomyelitis (ADEM) years ago and that gains him immunity against the virus. Carol gets the virus from her ex-husband and the only key to survival is to stay awake.

Nonetheless, the notion that the movie really tries to impart is that the only way to make this world a better place is by being emotionless. Throughout the movie, the tensions between the United States and other countries, wars, atrocities are emphasized. Therefore, the movie suggests that without such feelings as greed and desire, the world can turn out to be a better place to live in. Besides that, the movie also highlights the love of a mother towards her child. Frankly speaking, movies with this theme interest me very much. For instance, Panic Room and Flight Plan.

Here is a dialogue from the movie The Invasion that is worth to be contemplated;

A: *I say that civilization is an illusion, a game of pretend. What is real is the fact that we are still animals, driven by primal instincts. As a psychiatrist, you must know this to be true.

B: *To be honest, ambassador, when someone starts talking to me about the truth, I hear they tell me about themselves more than what they say about the world.

A: *All I am saying is that civilization crumbles whenever we need it most. In the right situation, we are all capable of the most terrible crimes. To imagine a world where this was not so, where every crisis did not result in new atrocities, where every newspaper is not full of war and violence, well, this is to imagine a world where human beings cease to be human.

The following is the idea espoused by the people who have been infected by the virus:

*Is this who you are? Is this who you want to be? We were wrong to fight them. You wondered what it’d be like if people could live more like those trees completely connected with each other, in harmony. As one. Have you seen the television? Have you read the newspapers? See what’s happening, what we’re offering? A world without war, without poverty, without murder, without rape. A world without suffering. Because in our world, no one can hurt each other or exploit each other or destroy each other, because in our world, there is no other.

Of course, I can’t deny the fact that hostilities and suffering are instigated by avaricious minds of those ruthless dictators, including Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini, Pol Pot, you name it. Nevertheless, let us not forget that love is the element that makes this world a better place to live in and yet love is a kind of emotion. Without emotion, without love, I can’t believe how this world will turn out to be…

*The Invasion 2007, motion picture, Warner Bros Picture, Village Roadshow Pictures, Silver Pictures, Vertigo Entertainment & Olive Pictures, New York. Directed by Oliver Hirschbiegel.

2008-05-28T02:38:00.000-07:00

Chi Hau:

May 28, 2008

This afternoon, while having lunch with my parents, we talked about the issue of poverty. It reminded me of one of the books that I have read – The Diary of Ma Yan. It illustrates a girl named Ma Yan from a poor family in Ningxia, China. Due to poverty, she has no choice but to drop out of the school. The content of the book is in fact derived from a diary written by Ma Yan, which was later handed by Ma Yan’s mother to a French reporter. The book was initially published in France and it managed to raise concern regarding the issue of poverty. Soon, a foundation was established to fund children’s education in Ningxia.

Throughout the book, we can see how Ma Yan’s family is trying to eke out a living from a meagre income. Ma Yan tries to change her destiny and she shows a very strong desire to return to the school. It is really a heartbreaking yet touching real life story. Most of us are taking what we have for granted and we fail to realize that more than half of the population in the world is in fact craving for these things. Every day, we attend lectures but snooze in the class. On the other hand, some people don’t even have the opportunity to be educated. We should be grateful with what we have and appreciate it.

Talking about poverty, it raises my reminiscence of the 30-hour Famine I joined last year, located at Stadium Bukit Jalil. It was really an eye-opening experience for me. We were introduced to the starvation and poverty faced by the people, especially children in China. Nonetheless, starving 30 hours is absolutely nothing compared to those who have to starve for a lifetime. I managed to catch a movie there. It was about a little girl in China, who was forced to drop out of the school and to marry at an early age due to the poverty of the family. Unwilling to kowtow to her family’s wish, she tries all she could to gather a sum of money to continue with her education. I can’t really remember the number but she begs her teacher to allow her to return to the school just because she was dearth of a few cents for the fee. When she lost her only pen, she cries like it is the end of the world as she couldn’t afford another pen. Notice that, it is just a PEN.

A current spate of natural disasters throughout the globe makes the issue of destitution even worse. Cyclone Nargis in Myanmar and earthquake in Sichuan, China lead to the demise of thousands of people and left thousands more struggling to survive, fearing the menace of contagious diseases and famine. The situation in Myanmar worsened when the junta refused to let in foreign aids initially. The military scares that the foreign aid workers might arm the locals with weapons to topple the government. This is an act of insanity and it is totally inhumane. While the people were still suffering from the cyclone, an election was held. Indeed this election was just a trick to force the people to support the military government. Now let us turn our attention to the earthquake in Sichuan. At Cannes, Sharon Stone’s recent statement about the issue of earthquake has raised uproar among the people in China. Trying to raise attention pertaining to the issue of Tibet, Stone said that the earthquake is a result of karma. Undeniably it is an inconsiderate and immoral statement…

Sexy baju kurung n BTN

2008-05-28T01:11:00.001-07:00

bella comments~

Ok first its regarding the so called sexy white baju kurung...

when i first read bout it in the paper, it is soooo ridiculous saying that baju kurung may lead to rape cases. blurgh... i mean, does it have to fall under the girls too? rape n girls... girls are the victim!!! sexy white baju kurung may be the catalyst but hey who's the culprit??? it's the stupid empty headed rapist that easily turned on by the view of girls lingerie beneath the baju kurung...
when they made this issue public i guess, they dont have any issue to come out with.

kelakar... but actually, i do agree with the statement that the bju kurung can be quite sexy... believe me.. the girls from my previous secondary school, the school before my boarding school was sexy. they wear very thin, almost transparent looking baju kurung with short tudung. and they love to wear these fancy, fluorescent colour bra... but i never see any guy from my school get turned on. it's just immoral seing these girls walking around showing off their baju dalam. its just the same situation for the non malay. how daring these students are...

but to make this thing a big issue, i dont quite agree. y dont dey just send a recommandation letter to the school, suggesting the student to wear camisole... rather than publicizing this issue that seems ridiculous. very weird people nowadays...

back then when i was in my all girls boarding school, i too, have to wear camisole under the baju kurung. In all girls skool... u imagine. no boys, plus all the girls have to wear quite long tudung. we arent complaining cuz its the rule but im just curious , why? n now this issue came out and again im asking why?

i agree with what lee kuan said.. why put the blame on the girls????

next, BTN... i can say that i quite enjoy it... a bit... u can check out at my blog why i enjoy it... but really pity the NZ bound student for the bad day at camp. at least our jurulatih wasnt as strict as urs... we didnt have the walk-inti-the-swamp during kembara and no harsh training.. im just grateful... hahaha... but im glad i went to btn... i learn a lot...

BTN Camp?

2008-05-27T04:27:00.000-07:00

Finally, yeah, finally, we finished our BTN camp. My opinion about this camp is, excluding the guys from France Program and our friends, other aspects are all sucks.
Firstly, the first impression of trainers is damn scary! "Letakkan barang-barang dan terus masuk dewan! (Australian-bound students may differ)" Just like we are as young as primary students, who are totally in their hands. Thanks for the NS, I still can bear for that. I didn't dare enough to watch Pak Yah's charblack face...
Secondly, the dorm, is another hell. I can say that we are trained to be a TaiChi expert, or rather immune to genicide. The millions mosquitoes became the target for our two bare hands. We can fly high up to the top of the bed, and then chase for another fighter jet manouvering at the lowest ravine. However, our KungFu is not well enough. Hence, we try to fight the fighter jets with signal smoke or rather genicide. We did it for three whole days, but we are beaten at last. Damn ler, my hands suddenly became... (Geramnya)
Then, the Kembara (adventure) is just like a holocaust. It sacrificed thousands of lives! I just mended my sport shoes, and the swamp made it as nice as shit! Kesiankan my Cendana C-CODE shirt, it may be in the incinerator now. Grrr!
Finally, the suckest one is the contents of every LDK and talks! They are just exposing governments weaknesses and ... I better stop here, or my scholarship will be terminated as soon as tomorrow.
Anyway, hope it is a fine holiday to go. Lets sleep...zzz

Baju kurung sexy?

2008-05-27T01:59:00.000-07:00

LeeKuan says~

"Baju kurung sexy?"

In case you guys were wondering, no, i DID NOT just announce that our good old baju kurung is sexy.
Other people in the newspaper did.

wow...i am speechless.

The student association who claimed this called for a review on school uniforms for our schoolgirls.
they claimed that
1. Baju kurung's cloth is white and thin - can see through everything
2. Due to that, certain students 'seduce' males intentionally and unintentionally.
3. As a result, rape occurs because the guys can't seem to control their growing lust.

wow...again..i am totally speechless.
I can't believe the fact that they drag the issue of baju kurung as an excuse for the rising number of rape cases in the country.
Great.
now what?
we girls have to cover up everything in black from head to toe?
who knows?
the mere sight of our oh-so-beautiful eyes will cause rape too,
the next thing we know, it will be compulsary to wear sunglasses also.
oh wait, we can't!
The mere sight of girls will cause rape.
NONO, GIRLS SHOULD JUST STAY AT HOME.
Every single female in this world should just stay indoors .
Then crime against women will not happen.
the world will be peaceful again.
YAY!
.
..
...
....
NOT!
UNTIL now i have no idea why females ARE the ones to be BLAMED whenever something like this happen!
Whenever something happens, accusations will be directed towards the victim, not the rapist himself! why?
Isn't it logical that the victim is not at fault here?
Isn't it logical to assume that the victim suffers the most here?
and yet, no...
people are busy speculating whether the victim was wearing anything sexy that distracts the attention of the males.

you know, honestly,
this kind of belief is an insult to the males too.
by assuming that they are easily provoked by sexy outfits is totally wrong.
I strongly believe that not all male populations in this world will do such thing except for certain unknown species.

Back to the issue of baju kurung.

Certain people suggested using thicker material.
my answer is:
Try wearing that in our hot and humid country. You'll faint from dehydration.

Certain people suggested using darker colours.
my answer is:
sure, but what's the point? white is one of the colours which is frequently used. Even in BTN we wear white baju kurung and no problems there.

Certain people suggested wearing camisole underneath the baju kurung.
my answer is:
isn't that already a compulsary thing? in my secondary school, we have to wear camisole or else we kena denda and stuff like that.

In conclusion,
i still don't get it.
what exactly is the problem?
sigh~

another one ceremony?

2008-05-21T06:28:00.000-07:00

hello guys..well we just get shocked with the sudden marriage between En. Amir and Miss Lili (i quite ore..well..shocked as i really dont imagine that Miss Lili will be En. Amir's wife!) btw just hope both of them will berbahagia selalu ^___^

yeah..i just wondering that is Miss Fara also going to be Madam Fara too?ore..well i just hear it from someone from her class..she is teaching malay stud! i hahaha well cant imagine it!
just like to scream to hear that she also superb at malay too..and even more schocking is she is going to married too..ore..is it true?or just im listening to a prank?ha

wych

Exams Over...

2008-05-17T21:17:00.000-07:00

Shu Ning rants:

Haha...the admittedly disastrous exams are over...finally...

Hmmm, what happened to all our writers of this blog? Come back...come back...lol...

PS: See you guys in BTN=)

What a Dissapointment!

2008-05-16T06:13:00.000-07:00

Today is the last day of our mid-year examination, sounds happy right?
Somehow, I don't even think that Miss Lili, our Biology lecturer, (er, should I say?), is going to get married! And, you know, that "lucky" guy is Mr Amir of Sports Deparment! I know both of them! This is another colleagues affair, I think. No matter what happens, they will be a lovely couple. Lets close your eyes, and pray to the God (even you are an atheist, PLEASE do it now): "Oh Lord, please bless our Biology lecturer, Sweet Miss Lili, and Mr Amir, our Sportsman, a happy marriage, and make a fabulous example for our INTEC students."
All right, it is not the time for me to crap. Malaysia lose the precious Thomas and Uber Cup! I don't familiar with Uber, but I watched the whole match of Thomas Semi Final. Malaysia versus China, what a good foght right? Like usual, Lee Choong Wei is the General, and he killed Lin Dan by straight two sets! I was so motivated at that time, and my voice almost gone "Serak" celeberating the victory. However, as exactly as I predicted, Tan Boon Hong and Koo Kien Kiet being beaten like a stupid lame donkey! Thanks God, the results are 21-16 and 21-17, not as bad as Hashim H. (Hafiz Hashim). The next game of Wong Choon Han :-( , sucks again! Like my friends said, Chinese should "Hormati Orang Tua"! Bao Chun Lai is just 20's, but Wong already 31. China, please la, you still have enough time, let me watch Malaysia's Thomas Cup... I had waited for 16 years (Another 2 years because Malaysia had losed). The surprise is, Zakri and Farukh Zizuan Menang! Yohoo! At first, I thought that Monkey (long limbs) will be the saviour, but he came out...? Better he acts as a Joker (Batman - The Dark Knight is coming soon)...
This is the first day of Merdeka, and he spoiled my day! You bloody Hashim H., you make me think of BTN again!

Mid Year

2008-05-05T07:00:00.000-07:00

ore2..its mid year already guys. next sem we hav the final XD
its 180 days to go from now!

gee...sorry im late joining you guys.nice job n congratulation for this blog huhu XD
new place to express our feeling that we dont have the opportuninty at class hehe

yeah...see ya next sem huhu
gud luck for the xzam

elm =P

A Thousand Thanks and a Sea of Tears.

2008-05-03T05:54:00.000-07:00

For fourteen years I swim in the sea of learners, I never think that a friends can be connected in the cyberworld, and can cooperate without further discussion. Even though there is no any "Lembaga Pengarah" for this blog, but the Tauke allow her friends to post their feelings and opinions, no matter funny or sad or anger. This make different fishes in the sea did come together and live peacefully in the same gyre... How fantastic is this!
Actually I can hardly figure out what am I going to say, for I am a nerd in expressing ideas and emotions.
I appreciate this blog, as it seems has no owner. I appreciate this blog, as it is the first in AUSMAT 19, I think, as a colaboration of values. I appreciate the efforts of all who are hectic and may not meet in the future. I appreciate the pioneer of the blog...
Please allow me to put the link in Yahoo! Groups of ausmat_19.

The Story of A Storyteller

2008-05-03T05:44:00.000-07:00

Leekuan's ramblings

Actually,
at first...
i wanted to post this in my own blog,
but then..
i thought "well, it's all right, i have already posted something more personal there"
There's no need for another one.

Everyone.
next week,
something major's coming up.
yeah...Mother''s Day.

For the first time, i actually look forward to it.
i wanted to tell her.
"Happy Mother's Day"
the earliest in the morning.
After all, there's no one else who will wish my mother "happy mother's day".
except me.
her only child.

I remembered.
I was so spoilt when i was young.
I insisted on eating corn - in a cup.
the keyword: in a cup.

when my mother gave me the original corn, without the cup.
i selfishly told her.
'It's not in a cup"
frowning wordlessly, she went to the kitchen.
she pulled out the corn bit by bit and put them in a cup.
just for me.
and then she returned, gave the cup to me, and muttered "Here's your corn-in a cup"

Smiling brightly, i took it and ate it like there's no tomorrow.
It was tasteless.
It's not delicious at all.
But for me,
it was probably the best thing that i have ever tasted in my life.
Yes guys,
someone as fussy as me,
someone like me who despise onions, garlic and ginger more than anything.

The other day,
i read a newspaper article.
about this child who was asked to tell the class what's his mum's occupation.
he said with his head down "My mother's only a housewife"

I nearly cried.
I can relate myself to that situation very well.
My mother's only a housewife.
The exact words i have said.
very long time ago.

But now,
i am older.
i am much more wiser.
i know.
she's not only a housewife
she's more than that.
she's my mum.
she's my super mum who can do everything i can't.

she can cook very well, i can't
she can drive really well, i can't-in fact- i am prone to accidents.
she takes care of the whole family
even when she's sick.
i can't.
when i am sick,
i am as dead as a dead fish.
ask my roommate and housemates,
they know what i am like when i am sick.

that's why.
this blog post is a tribute to you.
thank you for everything you do.
the reason i have come this far is because you threw my bag out from the house many years ago when i said " MUMMY I HATE STUDYING!!!"
I remembered you said
" DO YOU WANT TO BECOME LIKE ME??? I AM ONLY A HOUSEWIFE!"
No mum.
you're not.
you're not a mere housewife.
you're my supermum remember?

Therefore,
Happy Mother's Day.
let's celebrate this day together everyone.

Class Photos

2008-05-01T02:39:00.000-07:00

Shu Ning rants:

O.o" Glances at the scallop-lala debate.

Amazing...I'm thrilled that everyone is responding really well to this blog. Do inform the rest of our classmates who haven't accepted their invites to come join the fun, yeah?

Anyway, I personally do not have much to rant about here, as most of my boring, long-winded ramblings are confined to my own personal blog. Nevertheless, I suppose you guys would want to see the class pictures we took the other day.

As a budding photographer myself, I have to say that the pictures are REALLY good, what with the suitable lighting and admittedly crazy poses...

Hmm, if you guys want the pics of our class, or any other class for that matter, you can get the pics from either Bella or me.

Cheers, and good luck with SRT and the investigation draft guys..=)

Jasmine seriously craves for some oysters now.

2008-04-30T23:46:00.000-07:00

Heheh sorry Lee Kuan, but I'm putting up a really lame post in response to yours. :P
I'm like, WTF, I'm supposed to be doing my bleeding ESL investigation, but meh, I'm gonna just blog around! I'll just post about clams and other bivalves and what not!

Scallops aren't 'lala'...

Scallops are the things that have shells the shape of you know, Shell's (petrol company) logo. A little bumpy shape where the two shells connect, then large triangular shells covered in smooth waves of 'crests and troughs' throughout, with the curvy ridges at the opening ends of the shells. Ah, just thought about it...The things that make up Ariel, the Little Mermaid's bra. At least, I think. Just had to mention that bit of Disney-produced obscenity for the sake of explaining. But it sure as hell gave you a better picture than the long-winded description eh?

Lala are clams, and soft-shell clams I would wager, seeing that their shells are broken so easily. Clams are generally shaped like a perfect oval, kinda look like mussels, but mussels have sorta rough ugleeh shells which are REALLY long-ish in shape, both of which are connected at a point which isn't directly in the the center, but really off to one side. Kinda like oysters in the sense that some mussels have got really gross looking rough-ass shells that look like something your car ran over that got stuck on the wheels after driving up to Bangkok and back. Mmmm yum yum oysters. *Craaaaves oysters*

Oh and another thing, I donno, but I really dislike the taste of lalas, they have a really bad smell? Taste? I donno. Just that funny thing going on when you eat it. Or maybe it's coz the seafood here's über polluted and filled with toxic crap. But scallops (Scallop meat is kinda like a thick perfect cylinder, whereas lala meat looks like. Some sorta punctured eyeball left to dry out or something? Well, sorry for the bad description la. But you know. Lalas give you way less meat per animal than scallops. And WTH, the Ausmat cafe sells basically lala SHELLS as dishes because I've never seen a single lala in those dishes that had some meat still in it, they all got washed off somewhere in the curry-making process. You could just end up paying to have a lala shell collection in your room I guess.) AAANYYYWAYYY!!!! MY ORIGINAL SENTENCE WAS..."But scallops taste way better than lala. Hella good compared to them in fact.". Fugh geez, got distracted and all I wanted to say was that.

OH OH! And another thing. La La might not be an anime or manga, but it's sorta like, I donno, a slang people back in my school used to...well, use. Oh and it's also that shitty song by Ashlee Simpson, but wtv. Generally "Lala"s are the Ah Bengs and Ah Lians, you know:

* Super straightened hair, also dyed to a bright blinding awful shade of orange or blonde that totally doesn't match their eyebrows and makes their eyebrows "ZING" right outta their face like some living specimen from the X-Files.

* Own shit-ass cars that aren't even worth the super-huge useless exhaust pipes they modify onto them.

* Play music at SUPER ULTRA MEGA**** VOLUMES with the windows down, and not just any music, shitty monotonous over-bass-boosted "makes-you-wanna-scream-and-concuss-yourself-on-the-steering-wheel- when-you're-stuck-in-a-3-hour-effing-jam-beside-them" music.

* Can be found sometimes wearing contact lenses with colours so out of whack they look like they just popped out of a Hitchcock flick (ok just imagine they're in colour).

* Wear fake eyelashes that look so freakishly fake they look like the remnant of some bombed up Taliban-guy's beard, pasted together and glued on.

* Wear a crapload of shiny bling-bling (mostly the guys), ultimately having more metal on their bodies than the total weight of their brains.

* Bottom line is: Fake. Everything's fake, fake, fake. And not the pretty fake. Fugly fake.

Aaaannnd Jasmine can't believe that of all the things she's ever blogged about, one of them was clams and seafood galore. Must be from all the years of being stuffed full of seafood by the parents. Just couldn't let the scallops suffer the indignity of being mistaken as lalas.

BELLA's complaining~

2008-04-30T04:05:00.000-07:00

BELLA's complaining~

waaa~ u explain damn good bout scallop lee kuan.haha did i spell ur name correctly??? hahaa... all this while i was wondering what is scallop... rupe-rupenya it's lala....haisyh~ it has such an international name but in malaysia, only called as lala...

god~ u guys know wut, the ISAT test thingy was damn hard. i just wish everyone in this world did as badly as we did. hahha. there's 100 question that should be answered in 3 hrs time. yeah it seems long but hell nothing was easy. but i dunno for chi hau cuz he's like extremely smart. haha...

it like a combination of physic, maths and critical thinking all together... crap~ i dunno whether i could pass it or not. huh~

n im longing to go back home. it's been a month since i went back home despite im staying in cheras which was only 45 minutes from shah alam. i'm impressed with myself how i could stand living in this prison. i need my social life back n shopping too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wawawa...

i dont care, im going back home on friday! n do some good movie marathon!!!!

The secret hidden meaning of being a lala

2008-04-30T01:47:00.000-07:00

LeeKuan's rambings

Something funny happened today.
During Puan Haz's class all of us were asked to look through newspapers to search for ah!"meaningful words you can use in your ielts speaking".
So, poor me who doesn't have the Star Special paper have to share the star special paper with Laura.
And so we were actually
1) having fun drawing scribblings on the newspaper, you know, drawing circles around an unfortunate model's eyes
2)indulging in various dreams of delicious food

And then when it came to food...
Laura declared " I Love Scallops"
And i'm like yaya! I love lala too!!!

Then
everything went quiet.

Me: (puzzled)
Mei Ing: (stare)
Laura: (stare)
Laura: Erm..lala?never heard of that..
Mei Ing: Yaya!!what's lala? some kind of manga?????

I have noticed the blur looks i got when i mentioned manga. Manga is in fact japanese comic and as for anime...fine, i am sure you guys know it already through Pn Haz's class today.

Yes, the moment mei ing said lala = unknown manga
i can't hold it anymore.
yes, i am a person who have had many years of practice in the art of halting the desire to laugh like hell, especially in class.

However,
today i failed.
both of them have no idea what i was laughing about.

The thing is
lala is some sort like a mini scallop.
Scallop - a shellfish that can be eaten with two flat round shell that fit together

Yes, my dear classmates'
it's a scallop, not some kind of manga

And i wouldn't even want to read a manga with the title "LALA"
So cheesy.

And there i was, laughing the hell out of me.

By the way, scallop is apparently only called 'lala' by certain people in peninsular Malaysia. When i asked my roommate, she has no problem identifying scallop as lala.

That means,
1. the word 'lala' may be only known to Teluk Intan people (since my roommate is from the same place as i do)
2. the word 'lala' may be only known to chinese of peninsular Malaysia

gee....i totally have no idea that sometimes what i know may not be understood by other people.

Ah and to think that FOOD unites humans.

EDIT: There's a manga magazine named lala that i would like to make an exception for. This magazine is particular as it has my favourites : namely Ouran High School Club and Vampire Knight..

EDIT again...

thanks Jasmine!

ok, lala is clam is it? okok!

lala=clam...

now i can tell mpeople that i like clam...err...and scallop....

Good morning, Alice Springs!

2008-04-28T09:26:00.000-07:00

"ok, we will have 5 minutes break now."

Meow~...?

2008-04-27T18:51:00.000-07:00

LL says:

Lol while Lee Kuan's writing a new post, I've decided to add in some pics just to kill my time. Here... Cats from akasia... Sleeping poses...

Cat's thought in mind: "See the shoes are so comfortable~"

Now this cat is kinda annoying.. It's blocking the staircase and i have to be careful so as not to step on it... I wonder what will happen if people accidentally stepped on it.. Hey Shu.. Wad do u think? Hehe.. *evil laughs*

Sightings of lazy cats sleeping on the garden's tables or chairs are quite common in the afternoon.. =) Actually there's 2 cats but i only took a picture of 1 of them..

Well those are the pics i have currently. Hmm might add other things in the future.. Buh-bye.. =D

-LL-

Two Hours.......in School?!!!

2008-04-27T17:56:00.000-07:00

Leekuan says:

Great.

"Today Bio class cancel. Please forward to everyone"
Super Great.
"Today Esls class cancel. Please forward to everyone"
And so i stayed up until ....like 12am..to wait for another messsage..
"Today IELTS class cancel, therefore i declare Monday as a holiday"
But that message never come...
So.......

two hours in school?!!!
Have to wash extra baju kurung somemore...(grumbles~)
So...i happily wake up at let's see....8.30am to...
To those who you who think that i am going to study...you clearly don't know me well...

In case you guys don't know, the internet connection in Akasia is the best when
1)Everyone go to school so nobody uses the internet, thus you get better connection..blah blah blah..
2)In my apartment, the best place to use the internet, is ironically in, the kitchen. You know, the place where everyone washes their clothes...yup, during the evening or whenever we are free, you can see Laura or I or my other housemate and roommate cramming into that tiny room with our laptops.
3)Can download the latest episode of D Gray Man!Yay!(but right now..i am unable to do so..intenet too slow....)

Guess i will end my rant here. Will post more if i have more to talk about. Right now i am too busy to search for "Pet Shop of Horrors" manga.

See you guys in school!

Hi Guys...

2008-04-25T16:23:00.000-07:00

Well, as you guys wanted it (Lee Kuan, Laura, Swee Kee, you guys better update this)... thought I'd make a simple one...

Seriously, I had no time to think about the blog name nor layout, so feel free to change them anytime...and those who want your friendster/facebook/blog linked, please leave the ads in the tagboard =)

And well, just crap anything you guys like (school, social, personal, whatever) anytime, like when you get too bored during IELTS com lab sessions...(KIDDING!! =P)

*back to studying for maths test*

Gambateh, everyone!!! ^_^

-Shu Ning-