It's already almost midnight, and I'm still at this madhouse.
Sometimes, it just gives me the feeling that it's cursed. Scrape that. All the time, I know that it's cursed.
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Monday, July 19, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
A sudden craving for movies crept in yesterday night when I was teaching. It was already 9 and I had no kakis. Nobody seem bothered to pick up their phones on that Friday night.
Thank God Yen Yuen was super flexible and we went for the 11.30pm movie after a quick chat in Starbucks. Inception was way awesome, and I fell in love with Cillian Murphy on first sight. He's FARKING HOT.
It's definitely a must watch.
Thank God Yen Yuen was super flexible and we went for the 11.30pm movie after a quick chat in Starbucks. Inception was way awesome, and I fell in love with Cillian Murphy on first sight. He's FARKING HOT.
It's definitely a must watch.
Friday, July 16, 2010
The Truth About Table Salt
It always had been difficult to tell the truth that hurts, moreover telling the stark fact to someone you really love and care about. It had been challenging enough to me. When Qwen called me after we finished our Criminal Law paper, she was upset and crying over the phone. She told me she had only managed to finish one out of the supposed four questions and was wondering how bad was it. Very bad, I was biwildered. It only could mean a total fail for that paper itself which indicated a fail grade for the entire year. No referral whatsoever.
The Qwen I know is smart and intelligent, not forgetting to mention she obtained excellent STPM results before coming over to ATC for a law degree after turning down a sparse offer to pursue a degree in Economics in University Malaya. In fact, knowing that she had not been constantly reading and revising, Qwen turned 360degree hardwroking during our revision months; she read tutorial notes that no one would touch, attended every revision classes, asked questions around and consulted lots of lecturers on queries in law.
She knew that she had failed the year for failing the first paper. Yet she turned up for the following subsequent papers. The spirit of a fighter was the one which drew me in awe; it does not really matter what the results are, so long as the journey was worth its while. It is a matter of choice and Qwen took a very principled one: to continue what she had started, and finish it strong.
So it applies the same to winning Project O&O. She was fighting for the top, and it does not really matter at all whether one would win or not. Before the results was revealed, she had already did her part, did it well, and hence should bear no regrets. Qwen already had an awesome personality and with sheer determination, the ability to withstand change and pressures, the outcome after joining Project O&O is a Qwen who deserves a standing ovation for who she is and who she had become. She is a classmate, a friend and a role model to be admired and followed.
For what Project O&O had did to her, is subjecting her to be better than who she already is; more confident, outspoken and daring. For what it had made us, friends and supporters, spectators from the third person's point of view, is where we see life transforming changes and get inspired, then apply these to pursue the dreams that we desire. It had been possible for finalists of Project O&O to obtain what they want, and it is definitely so for us too, in what we had ever wanted so badly.
To Qwen, you had made all of us proud. After viewing lots of Edmund Tham's, the following capture may be an insult, but nevertherless, it is just to show you Qwen, that we love you lots.
'Talent is cheaper than tablesalt. What separates the talented one with the successful one is a lot of hard work.' - Stephen King
The Qwen I know is smart and intelligent, not forgetting to mention she obtained excellent STPM results before coming over to ATC for a law degree after turning down a sparse offer to pursue a degree in Economics in University Malaya. In fact, knowing that she had not been constantly reading and revising, Qwen turned 360degree hardwroking during our revision months; she read tutorial notes that no one would touch, attended every revision classes, asked questions around and consulted lots of lecturers on queries in law.
She knew that she had failed the year for failing the first paper. Yet she turned up for the following subsequent papers. The spirit of a fighter was the one which drew me in awe; it does not really matter what the results are, so long as the journey was worth its while. It is a matter of choice and Qwen took a very principled one: to continue what she had started, and finish it strong.
So it applies the same to winning Project O&O. She was fighting for the top, and it does not really matter at all whether one would win or not. Before the results was revealed, she had already did her part, did it well, and hence should bear no regrets. Qwen already had an awesome personality and with sheer determination, the ability to withstand change and pressures, the outcome after joining Project O&O is a Qwen who deserves a standing ovation for who she is and who she had become. She is a classmate, a friend and a role model to be admired and followed.
For what Project O&O had did to her, is subjecting her to be better than who she already is; more confident, outspoken and daring. For what it had made us, friends and supporters, spectators from the third person's point of view, is where we see life transforming changes and get inspired, then apply these to pursue the dreams that we desire. It had been possible for finalists of Project O&O to obtain what they want, and it is definitely so for us too, in what we had ever wanted so badly.
To Qwen, you had made all of us proud. After viewing lots of Edmund Tham's, the following capture may be an insult, but nevertherless, it is just to show you Qwen, that we love you lots.
'Talent is cheaper than tablesalt. What separates the talented one with the successful one is a lot of hard work.' - Stephen King
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Point Me Blank
Nowadays, the most exhilirating part in life I get is the freedom to drive. I'll spend time alone on the roads, listening to music and indulge myself in solitary serenity. Not to mention, the breathtaking moments of driving and seeing stretches of roads unfold by layers in front of me.
I guess being an individual with a strong sense of self belief leads to somehow, narcissism. I think I'd date myself again and again and I'd be so pleased and all. Afterall, I like to do things alone; without the hustle of company and the jerking sense of non freedom.
Side note to that, I emptied half a tank of petrol in two days for driving to Kuchai Lama and KL and to PJ. So gonna get killed.
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Had a great weekend over in Camerons with college friends. Despite the fatigue, I'm still looking forward to life after all these.
Stay tuned peeps.
I guess being an individual with a strong sense of self belief leads to somehow, narcissism. I think I'd date myself again and again and I'd be so pleased and all. Afterall, I like to do things alone; without the hustle of company and the jerking sense of non freedom.
Side note to that, I emptied half a tank of petrol in two days for driving to Kuchai Lama and KL and to PJ. So gonna get killed.
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Had a great weekend over in Camerons with college friends. Despite the fatigue, I'm still looking forward to life after all these.
Stay tuned peeps.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Eat, Money, Face
*Content Warning*
Today a particular kid got into trouble. His water bottle straw was stuffed with pencil shreds and it skipped my attention due to the hooligans making noise and havoc in the class.
The dad and mum was pissed off. They came and told one long thread of story and threatened my mum that if that *soab* son of theirs got bullied they'll stop him from coming. Of course, mum apologised and gave the sweet talk all. Business mar.
And of course, I got scolded front and back up and down.
Set that aside, I'm just freaking pissed with the whole incident. You are parents with a kid, of course, you habour a loving heart and patience. And then you can't stand the fact your kid got bullied in school and you got pissed off on the other kid who did it and then you blame the teachers for not paying attention enough. Then you threaten. WTF? You are not understanding at all because you're accusing of non delicate attention. Ei moron, of course, because you're not the only fucking one who paid. All of the kids have parents who pay. And teachers are human. Human enough to get distracted. You went on and say other kids are being unreasonable and all. Remember, they're all kids. You scold them because of your son? Moron, pick someone of your own size, okay? It's riddiculous. You guys gave me the impression of those losers who are so overprotective of their kids that they never grow. Can't punish, can't scold. Then, they become morons, like who you are now. Happy? Like father, like son.
I'll throw the money on your idiot face. Don't even bother coming back. Learning is a process with falls in between. Getting up is where learning takes place. Each time you cushion your child's fall, he will never learn how to walk.
Fuck off, ok? I'm pissed off.
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Today a particular kid got into trouble. His water bottle straw was stuffed with pencil shreds and it skipped my attention due to the hooligans making noise and havoc in the class.
The dad and mum was pissed off. They came and told one long thread of story and threatened my mum that if that *soab* son of theirs got bullied they'll stop him from coming. Of course, mum apologised and gave the sweet talk all. Business mar.
And of course, I got scolded front and back up and down.
Set that aside, I'm just freaking pissed with the whole incident. You are parents with a kid, of course, you habour a loving heart and patience. And then you can't stand the fact your kid got bullied in school and you got pissed off on the other kid who did it and then you blame the teachers for not paying attention enough. Then you threaten. WTF? You are not understanding at all because you're accusing of non delicate attention. Ei moron, of course, because you're not the only fucking one who paid. All of the kids have parents who pay. And teachers are human. Human enough to get distracted. You went on and say other kids are being unreasonable and all. Remember, they're all kids. You scold them because of your son? Moron, pick someone of your own size, okay? It's riddiculous. You guys gave me the impression of those losers who are so overprotective of their kids that they never grow. Can't punish, can't scold. Then, they become morons, like who you are now. Happy? Like father, like son.
I'll throw the money on your idiot face. Don't even bother coming back. Learning is a process with falls in between. Getting up is where learning takes place. Each time you cushion your child's fall, he will never learn how to walk.
Fuck off, ok? I'm pissed off.
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