There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept.-Ansel Adams
Bizarre day’ woke up late only to remember I had an appointment with a friend at UM regarding some design work I’ m helping her with.. My body temperature is still above the normal range, had quite a mild flu, sore throat and my head spinning. So took some medicine so my body can operate like normal.
I was supposed to meet her at 10 am at my university but I was running late, by 9.30, I was still home. Take all the necessary thing and pace off, from the bus stop I decided to walk to U as an exercise as I stop exercising after my semester start and now my body is starting to show symptom of sickness. So I need to sweat a little. As I walk ‘Actifed’ took over my head, the flu medicine I took. There was a buzzing sound in my ear and I felt kind of giddy and light headed. But I just walk since I still able to focus on my bearing and focus my attention only in kind of weird surrounding.
But then I pass by a friends of mine, I was suppose to say like hello, maybe chat a little (the normal meet the friend stuff) but my head is really in different space at that moment, she said something to me and it echo in my ear, I tried to answered back but I think it was wrong kind of answer, I didn’t stop as I should, I kept pacing myself, she must think that I’m weird. Yeaah...probably right under the influence of Actifed and combination of other drugs. I do act weirdly.
I’m late for about half and hour, my friend (the appointment one) wasn’t really happy when I showed up since she had a pretty tight schedule herself, Explain a few thing to her and she was okay with it considering my punctuality record before this. The funny thing is as she talks I can’t help but imagining that we are in a cave as everything that she said echoed in my head.
Acting is a matter of giving away secrets. -Ellen Barkin
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
My Space
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself. - Harvey Fierstein
A puzzling day....open my email and I got a newsletter from Myspace but the thing is...I never sign up for Myspe account at all. So I tried opening it up...guess up a few password and taadaaa...I'm in. Who on earth sign up for me. The computer by itself maybe. Another thing is I was said to be 24 years old.....that's a cruel joke. Okay I'm on that path but not for another 2 years time.
A very wierd thing, I would remeber if I sign up, I haven't had any accident taht causes memory lost..so it's wierd...very wierd indeed. The only space I have is here, my e-mail and Friendster account. Other than that...ohh yeah the IQ test thingy space. There I do remeber my spot but not Myspace.....a mystery I can't resolve right now.
Mad, adj. Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence. - Ambrose Bierce
A puzzling day....open my email and I got a newsletter from Myspace but the thing is...I never sign up for Myspe account at all. So I tried opening it up...guess up a few password and taadaaa...I'm in. Who on earth sign up for me. The computer by itself maybe. Another thing is I was said to be 24 years old.....that's a cruel joke. Okay I'm on that path but not for another 2 years time.
A very wierd thing, I would remeber if I sign up, I haven't had any accident taht causes memory lost..so it's wierd...very wierd indeed. The only space I have is here, my e-mail and Friendster account. Other than that...ohh yeah the IQ test thingy space. There I do remeber my spot but not Myspace.....a mystery I can't resolve right now.
Mad, adj. Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence. - Ambrose Bierce
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Winnie the Pooh needs psychiatric help...
The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing. -Marcus Aurelius
Here’s an interesting fact. Winnie the Pooh suffers from attention deficit hyperactivity disorder and obsessive compulsive behaviour and he have ‘Shaken Bear Syndrome’ as a result from being dragged feet first down the stairs by Christopher Robin. Pooh however not the only one suffering in the Hundred Acre Woods is, Piglet also is suffering from generalized personality disorder.
This is the fact offers by a bunch of ‘modern neurodevelopementalis’ from Dalhousie University, Halifax NS, Canada after an exhaustive review of the works of A. A Milne. (News courtesy of The Lancet. Vol 356 Dec 23/30 2000)
Isn’t the news interesting, Pooh from all other bears have psychiatric problem. This bunch of scientists really has a great ways to have fun..well after the long hours of work they do need some light moment.. Even the Hundred Acre Woods is not despair from their analyses.
P/S: I’m currently suffering from short interest in lectures syndrome.....
Fortunately analysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itself still remains a very effective therapist. -Karen Horney
Here’s an interesting fact. Winnie the Pooh suffers from attention deficit hyperactivity disorder and obsessive compulsive behaviour and he have ‘Shaken Bear Syndrome’ as a result from being dragged feet first down the stairs by Christopher Robin. Pooh however not the only one suffering in the Hundred Acre Woods is, Piglet also is suffering from generalized personality disorder.
This is the fact offers by a bunch of ‘modern neurodevelopementalis’ from Dalhousie University, Halifax NS, Canada after an exhaustive review of the works of A. A Milne. (News courtesy of The Lancet. Vol 356 Dec 23/30 2000)
Isn’t the news interesting, Pooh from all other bears have psychiatric problem. This bunch of scientists really has a great ways to have fun..well after the long hours of work they do need some light moment.. Even the Hundred Acre Woods is not despair from their analyses.
P/S: I’m currently suffering from short interest in lectures syndrome.....
Fortunately analysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itself still remains a very effective therapist. -Karen Horney
Friday, July 22, 2005
Time after time
Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so. -Douglas Adams
Warning! This is not a song entry.....even though the title up there is time after time, I’m not telling story about Eva Cassidy. Today is all about time management. A friend highlighted a point to me a few days ago about how in our time table we only study about 21 hours a week. Its not even a day. Yet it felt like we need to study for the whole week.. I guest its not only me, everybody does. Times fly so fast these days. Soon the will assignment to tackle, mid sem test and not long after that the final semester exam.
Talking about final exam....every time it approaches I will regret all the lazy stuff I did, promising to myself I won’t be a last minute student anymore but as one semester past to the other I still remain in the same situation over and over again.. I guest I will be in the same situation till the day I grad. ( I don’t see how my situation will differ this time.....unless........of course if I become super genius, then I don’t have to worry about studying anymore......yeah right, who do you think you are.?)
Anyway...I finally manage to secure the information needed for my thesis. Coverage area of all the mobile service provider in Malaaysia...Digi, Celcom and Maxis. By the way my new vocab...’GSM’ stands for Global Services Mobile Communication.. After all this time of using mobile phone now I know what EDGE stand for...it is short for Enhanced Data Rate for Global Evolution. Phew...and you think those computer nerd are the only one coming out with weird vocab...PHP, MySQL XML..and stuff...mobile people are a part of that too. They are interconnected......lucky doctors weren’t part of that too. can you imagine mobile phone with weird Latin name
Digi coverage
maxis coverage
celcom coverage
Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.
Oscar Wilde
Warning! This is not a song entry.....even though the title up there is time after time, I’m not telling story about Eva Cassidy. Today is all about time management. A friend highlighted a point to me a few days ago about how in our time table we only study about 21 hours a week. Its not even a day. Yet it felt like we need to study for the whole week.. I guest its not only me, everybody does. Times fly so fast these days. Soon the will assignment to tackle, mid sem test and not long after that the final semester exam.
Talking about final exam....every time it approaches I will regret all the lazy stuff I did, promising to myself I won’t be a last minute student anymore but as one semester past to the other I still remain in the same situation over and over again.. I guest I will be in the same situation till the day I grad. ( I don’t see how my situation will differ this time.....unless........of course if I become super genius, then I don’t have to worry about studying anymore......yeah right, who do you think you are.?)
Anyway...I finally manage to secure the information needed for my thesis. Coverage area of all the mobile service provider in Malaaysia...Digi, Celcom and Maxis. By the way my new vocab...’GSM’ stands for Global Services Mobile Communication.. After all this time of using mobile phone now I know what EDGE stand for...it is short for Enhanced Data Rate for Global Evolution. Phew...and you think those computer nerd are the only one coming out with weird vocab...PHP, MySQL XML..and stuff...mobile people are a part of that too. They are interconnected......lucky doctors weren’t part of that too. can you imagine mobile phone with weird Latin name
Digi coverage
maxis coverage
celcom coverage
Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.
Oscar Wilde
Monday, July 18, 2005
What I want to be when I grow up...
Life is the art of drawing without an eraser -John W. Gardner
When I was a kid the question about what I want to be when I grow up was always asked. I’m sure everyone had to answer them at on point of your childhood. In school they even have this form that you need to fill in with three choices of ambition. Funny how that question was so easy to answer then. I used to say doctor perhaps that is the most common and most seen profession as I was growing up. Born prematurely I grew up literally in front of doctors eyes. No matter where on earth I was...a doctor was always there. So in away the only idea of professional carrier that I have was doctor and air-force officer (dad was one). I wasn’t keen upon flying on jet and aeroplane so I pick the earlier option.
As I grow up the question about my ambition become harder and harder to answer. After SPM and really don’t know what I want to be. Job as a doctor seems just way out as I realise I didn’t like seeing people sick. I was considering doing something with computer since I was very attached to it at home but then unemployment record of previous graduates in that field scares me. But somehow I still mention doctor as my ambition every time the question sprung up. I guest I just don’t want to mess peoples brain by saying I have no clue. After entering university the question became harder than ever to answer. I’m taking Biomedical Engineering...a field relatively so new in Malaysia that you have to explain to people what is it all about every time you mention it. So you think it must be easier since you already in that course but the question become tougher to answer. The twist is I have no idea what so ever if that is really the thing that would satisfy me. Sigh…..
My English teacher always said to me....you need to work where your passion is. There is no point of working if its only dreads you out that eventually you become a walking zombie going in and out of work everyday for the sake of getting money only.
Right now I’m going with the flow...where ever the current takes me. With the hope I will never regret the path I take.
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying-Woody Allen
When I was a kid the question about what I want to be when I grow up was always asked. I’m sure everyone had to answer them at on point of your childhood. In school they even have this form that you need to fill in with three choices of ambition. Funny how that question was so easy to answer then. I used to say doctor perhaps that is the most common and most seen profession as I was growing up. Born prematurely I grew up literally in front of doctors eyes. No matter where on earth I was...a doctor was always there. So in away the only idea of professional carrier that I have was doctor and air-force officer (dad was one). I wasn’t keen upon flying on jet and aeroplane so I pick the earlier option.
As I grow up the question about my ambition become harder and harder to answer. After SPM and really don’t know what I want to be. Job as a doctor seems just way out as I realise I didn’t like seeing people sick. I was considering doing something with computer since I was very attached to it at home but then unemployment record of previous graduates in that field scares me. But somehow I still mention doctor as my ambition every time the question sprung up. I guest I just don’t want to mess peoples brain by saying I have no clue. After entering university the question became harder than ever to answer. I’m taking Biomedical Engineering...a field relatively so new in Malaysia that you have to explain to people what is it all about every time you mention it. So you think it must be easier since you already in that course but the question become tougher to answer. The twist is I have no idea what so ever if that is really the thing that would satisfy me. Sigh…..
My English teacher always said to me....you need to work where your passion is. There is no point of working if its only dreads you out that eventually you become a walking zombie going in and out of work everyday for the sake of getting money only.
Right now I’m going with the flow...where ever the current takes me. With the hope I will never regret the path I take.
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying-Woody Allen
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Domestic abilities
The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with, but whether it is the same problem you had last year. -John Foster Dulles
Sophie Kinsella has a new book release…well not so new, entitled….ermm something ‘domestic’. Pardon me, I have a lot of other titles of things to remember, for example what the heck.GSM stands for and how many mobile service provider there is in this country. (Anyone can help me… by providing the GSM rate and also the coverage area of every single mobile services her….can you??)
Back to the book…okay it’s a story about a young hotshot female lawyer who is under some twisted fate (with the help of a very bad headache, mixed with painkiller and alcohol not to mention ego) end up as a housekeeper and Mr. and Mrs Geiger mansion. The thing is she sucks at housework. She doesn’t know how to cook, operate the washing machine, iron clothes or even sew button. Will she survived the whole experience without calling the caterer or Chinese take out so her employer could have a decent sandwich for breakfast or a nice dinner? You have to read it for your self. A book recommended for releasing your stress.
Talking about domestic ability…I would rate mine as ……hmmm well okay(not bad but I don’t think you want me to cook for you) I could recite how to put EEG electrodes on your head but need guidance with mum fish curry recipe….talk about professionalism.
Do you know the difference between education and experience? Education is when you read the fine print; experience is what you get when you don't.-Pete Seeger
Sophie Kinsella has a new book release…well not so new, entitled….ermm something ‘domestic’. Pardon me, I have a lot of other titles of things to remember, for example what the heck.GSM stands for and how many mobile service provider there is in this country. (Anyone can help me… by providing the GSM rate and also the coverage area of every single mobile services her….can you??)
Back to the book…okay it’s a story about a young hotshot female lawyer who is under some twisted fate (with the help of a very bad headache, mixed with painkiller and alcohol not to mention ego) end up as a housekeeper and Mr. and Mrs Geiger mansion. The thing is she sucks at housework. She doesn’t know how to cook, operate the washing machine, iron clothes or even sew button. Will she survived the whole experience without calling the caterer or Chinese take out so her employer could have a decent sandwich for breakfast or a nice dinner? You have to read it for your self. A book recommended for releasing your stress.
Talking about domestic ability…I would rate mine as ……hmmm well okay(not bad but I don’t think you want me to cook for you) I could recite how to put EEG electrodes on your head but need guidance with mum fish curry recipe….talk about professionalism.
Do you know the difference between education and experience? Education is when you read the fine print; experience is what you get when you don't.-Pete Seeger
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
How to get your dream thesis title
In the arena of human life the honours and rewards fall to those who show their good qualities - Aristotle
So it's official I"m in the final year of my study....although I don't feel like it at all. It felt like it was only yesterday that I walk donw the deparment stairs feeling confused as what am I doig there. Is this course really my cup of tea? Figuring where on earth is my next class ad trying hard to remember my classmates name ( I suck at this particular bit). It took me like a whole semester to get everyones names right. I even played the game with my lab group partners...and they are only four or five of them....talk about really bad memory.
Okay today I'm ttrying to bit my luck on thesis project. Okay here is a trick how you can get your dream title...which I hope work for me to get mine....
1. when the title is out quickly grab it and head to the lecturer in charge and ask about the project. Show that you are very interested and be a nice kid. (lecturerr are human too they need to be flattered...you get what I mean)
2.After title presentation...again go and meet the lecturer....show agan that you are interested and you are willing to fight for it. give your name also just incase the lecturer don't already know.
3. Pray and hope for the best...if you make a goof impression on the lecturer you might get it....so be prepared to bang your head because life is not simple anymore.( We are talking about working on thesis project here...not playing hide and seek...and you aspect life to be as it was in the first year......yeahh I wish it was that simple)
To all my friend good luck.....
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former- Albert Eistein.
So it's official I"m in the final year of my study....although I don't feel like it at all. It felt like it was only yesterday that I walk donw the deparment stairs feeling confused as what am I doig there. Is this course really my cup of tea? Figuring where on earth is my next class ad trying hard to remember my classmates name ( I suck at this particular bit). It took me like a whole semester to get everyones names right. I even played the game with my lab group partners...and they are only four or five of them....talk about really bad memory.
Okay today I'm ttrying to bit my luck on thesis project. Okay here is a trick how you can get your dream title...which I hope work for me to get mine....
1. when the title is out quickly grab it and head to the lecturer in charge and ask about the project. Show that you are very interested and be a nice kid. (lecturerr are human too they need to be flattered...you get what I mean)
2.After title presentation...again go and meet the lecturer....show agan that you are interested and you are willing to fight for it. give your name also just incase the lecturer don't already know.
3. Pray and hope for the best...if you make a goof impression on the lecturer you might get it....so be prepared to bang your head because life is not simple anymore.( We are talking about working on thesis project here...not playing hide and seek...and you aspect life to be as it was in the first year......yeahh I wish it was that simple)
To all my friend good luck.....
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former- Albert Eistein.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Eastmountainsouth
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once- Robert Browning
Just a bit about my favourite band right now....well I don't think they will ever get to perform here. I never even see them on this region MTV. The thing I like about them..the music of course somthing the mix of country and soul....my kind of music.
Eastmountainsouth...
Their name is cryptic, suggesting a landscape that puzzled the mapmakers. In music's intangible geography, however, eastmountainsouth represents the confluence of high-lonesome heartbreak, modernist ingenuity and raw-veined Americana.
At its core, the group is Kat Maslich and Peter Adams. Both are vocalists, instrumentalists and writers imprinted with the undeniable regional character one might expect from children of the South. Their music, as exemplified by eastmountainsouth is an alloy of hill-country melodies, contemporary studio techniques and literary-minded lyrics that frequently trace the experience of loss. (which I always feel....)
For more info and if you want to listen to their music visit. Eastmountainsouth
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life- Jean Paul Richter
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Bless for Dad
Posterity: you will never know how much it has cost my generation to preserve your freedom. I hope you will make good use of it- John Quincy Adams
Went shopping with my 13 years old sister. We have the ussual vocal banter over things to buy and sense of fashion...for 13 years old she is an old nanny nagging me. Truth is sometimes I felt like I'm the one with big sister not her. She complaint on a lot of stuff....never try to win an arguement with her...she the lawyer with a lot of wit.
By the way...its not a story on her today...it's about my dad. The thing that cross my mine during the shopping was..how easy this days to ask for money from my dad. I used to have to list like 10 good reason why I need to buy something and the reason I need the certain amount of money. Now I just ask for some and he right away give it without questions. Good.....yes but in away I'm afraid my little siblings won't learn to appreciated money the way I and my brother was thought so. We learn to keep every penny we have because it is not easy to get and if we want something we have to earn it ourself. (Somehow I'm still proud the we both manage to keep enough money to buy our expensive toys). Untill today I still have that habbit of appreciating my money and I still list like 10 good reason why I need something. (The same reason why I haven't change my Alcatel handphone eventhough I can.....I just don't find 10 good reason why).
Ever since my dad quit the Airforce....he seems easy to tackle. My 3 youngest sibling never had the airforce style of punishment the my brother and I was punished for our reckless behaviour infront of him. I remebered how he smashed my favourite little green chair because I was to stuborn to eat. (well I had gastric then....still have). How he will pick all our Lego and put it plastic back and threathen to throw it away because we leave the thing lying around after playing. We have to beg him to gave us back the Lego. Nowadays he doesn't even raise his voiced when to three stooges fight. He never threathen to throw away their toys....when they leave the toys lying around the hall. Even better the three stooges somehow have a diplomatic deal with dad everytime he threatens to punish them.....huhh kids these days.
I don't know which generation is the lucky ones.....we can only see that through time.
Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough- George Bernard Shaw
Went shopping with my 13 years old sister. We have the ussual vocal banter over things to buy and sense of fashion...for 13 years old she is an old nanny nagging me. Truth is sometimes I felt like I'm the one with big sister not her. She complaint on a lot of stuff....never try to win an arguement with her...she the lawyer with a lot of wit.
By the way...its not a story on her today...it's about my dad. The thing that cross my mine during the shopping was..how easy this days to ask for money from my dad. I used to have to list like 10 good reason why I need to buy something and the reason I need the certain amount of money. Now I just ask for some and he right away give it without questions. Good.....yes but in away I'm afraid my little siblings won't learn to appreciated money the way I and my brother was thought so. We learn to keep every penny we have because it is not easy to get and if we want something we have to earn it ourself. (Somehow I'm still proud the we both manage to keep enough money to buy our expensive toys). Untill today I still have that habbit of appreciating my money and I still list like 10 good reason why I need something. (The same reason why I haven't change my Alcatel handphone eventhough I can.....I just don't find 10 good reason why).
Ever since my dad quit the Airforce....he seems easy to tackle. My 3 youngest sibling never had the airforce style of punishment the my brother and I was punished for our reckless behaviour infront of him. I remebered how he smashed my favourite little green chair because I was to stuborn to eat. (well I had gastric then....still have). How he will pick all our Lego and put it plastic back and threathen to throw it away because we leave the thing lying around after playing. We have to beg him to gave us back the Lego. Nowadays he doesn't even raise his voiced when to three stooges fight. He never threathen to throw away their toys....when they leave the toys lying around the hall. Even better the three stooges somehow have a diplomatic deal with dad everytime he threatens to punish them.....huhh kids these days.
I don't know which generation is the lucky ones.....we can only see that through time.
Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough- George Bernard Shaw
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Zen....peace
You don't have to have fought in a war to love peace- Geraldine A. Ferraro
Beginning of new month, change the background music with some Eastmountsouth for some slow jam feeling. Peace everyone..let have some 'zen' feeling before I go on with my political banters.
Here goes....Petronas announced its big cash billion dollar profits, and the hell breaks loose as petrol price are supposedly is increasing again...Ironic. As the Malaysian oil company (yes..Malaysian not individuals) make lots and lots of money our beloved 'YB' said that the government cannot afford the RM300 million subsidizing oil for the fellow Malaysians..make you wonders where the heck all those Petronas profits goes. Its not million but billion. The most cliche line that you will hear in the news will be 'our price is still the lowest in the region!'. Sigh......we are comparing the price of petrol here with Thailand! which for some strange reason don't have any oil underneath their soil...but we have Petronas pumping galons of oil from our land and making money and we are comparing price with Thailand...gosh!
News these days are full with politics and wierd human being, start with the nurse who kidnapped other people baby's to maniac who tried to run over school kids at their school. What kind of nation have we turn into....playstation? (kick it, shoot it..run over just at the press of a button). What will it become in 2020...I certainly know that it is not even close the the vision.
Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress. -Bruce Barton
Beginning of new month, change the background music with some Eastmountsouth for some slow jam feeling. Peace everyone..let have some 'zen' feeling before I go on with my political banters.
Here goes....Petronas announced its big cash billion dollar profits, and the hell breaks loose as petrol price are supposedly is increasing again...Ironic. As the Malaysian oil company (yes..Malaysian not individuals) make lots and lots of money our beloved 'YB' said that the government cannot afford the RM300 million subsidizing oil for the fellow Malaysians..make you wonders where the heck all those Petronas profits goes. Its not million but billion. The most cliche line that you will hear in the news will be 'our price is still the lowest in the region!'. Sigh......we are comparing the price of petrol here with Thailand! which for some strange reason don't have any oil underneath their soil...but we have Petronas pumping galons of oil from our land and making money and we are comparing price with Thailand...gosh!
News these days are full with politics and wierd human being, start with the nurse who kidnapped other people baby's to maniac who tried to run over school kids at their school. What kind of nation have we turn into....playstation? (kick it, shoot it..run over just at the press of a button). What will it become in 2020...I certainly know that it is not even close the the vision.
Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress. -Bruce Barton