Wednesday, February 23
great, the thing that actually made me write this entry and publish it, so insignificant, silly and pointless, blown out of proportions by myself, what the fuck is wrong with me?
this thing has been going on in my mind for a while now, tearing me apart inside out, killing me from the insides of my being. fuck it...
stuck here at a road block with doubts, questions, excuses, self-pitying and sickening thoughts, pathetic! holy jesus fucking mother of christ I'm going to have an emotional breakdown any time now.
guess I'd better watch Glee to numb myself with a smile.
this thing has been going on in my mind for a while now, tearing me apart inside out, killing me from the insides of my being. fuck it...
stuck here at a road block with doubts, questions, excuses, self-pitying and sickening thoughts, pathetic! holy jesus fucking mother of christ I'm going to have an emotional breakdown any time now.
guess I'd better watch Glee to numb myself with a smile.
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Monday, November 1
take a clean empty glass cup, put it on the table and fill it with drinking water, now what do you see?
Clarity is something I've been unable to grasp in life and frankly something very far-fetched from my life. Every single second in life your mind process endless scenarios, possibilities, consequences, outcomes and your conscience then tries to filter it which leaves you to the final decisions that you make each and every single day, but it all happens in a split second without us knowing that heaps and heaps of endless strings of intricate scenarios gets judged and examined subconsciously in our minds. I for one have got to admit that life has been difficult when practically for your whole life, everything to you is complex, peer interactions are fearful uncharted waters, and all unforeseeable outcomes in life seems daunting with intimidation.
A glass of water is pure, calm with peace, clear with clarity, motionless, and just simply divine on it's own. It is adaptive and molds into the form of it's host, it's being, it's carrier.. it is temperate, unshaken by the tremors of intimidation and eventually is able to return back to clarity, it's calmness and forever purity in form. Our minds can never achieve such pleasure, such goodness in nature because ultimately we are humans with one possession, something that defines our being's very own existence... consciousness.
What I'm trying to say is, with consciousness we would over-think so many things in our lives, trying to work out the "best possible outcome" which would be the best decision and work our best possible way to evade potential disasters, we distrust ourselves to let our very own mind, our own self work it's own way subconsciously to maintain order by intruding and invading our own mind, our own self and contaminating the clarity of our minds, our glass of water. At times, life caves in like the walls that imprisons you and the pressure from the desire of seeking acknowledgment for our own existence seems like a daunting task, your mind and your consciousness kicks in to overdrive like stones, sands, fire, acid, alcohol poured into that pure existence and forever clarity is gone, lost into oblivion. You could no longer be who you really are, and the being of who you were changed, the mind, the host, the carrier changes. No matter how you try to mold back into that state of clarity, your own true self, you are still flawed, you were flawed, then forever flawed.
We constantly try to live life as who we are through the acknowledgment of the people around us, the very part of our lives which is our most natural self, the most comfortable self, some have the privilege of being so, living their lives knowing what life has in store for them, they can laugh at jokes without over-thinking each detail regardless of their outcomes, they could talk to anyone without the need to try, they are comfortable with their presence, presence of their own worth and acceptance from the people around them, they could have their own life to live, able to experience life as their own as life should be, to love, to dwell, to be truly happy in their own glass of water. However, as how things should seem perfect, it is not and never will.
Now, what do you see in your glass of water?
Clarity is something I've been unable to grasp in life and frankly something very far-fetched from my life. Every single second in life your mind process endless scenarios, possibilities, consequences, outcomes and your conscience then tries to filter it which leaves you to the final decisions that you make each and every single day, but it all happens in a split second without us knowing that heaps and heaps of endless strings of intricate scenarios gets judged and examined subconsciously in our minds. I for one have got to admit that life has been difficult when practically for your whole life, everything to you is complex, peer interactions are fearful uncharted waters, and all unforeseeable outcomes in life seems daunting with intimidation.
A glass of water is pure, calm with peace, clear with clarity, motionless, and just simply divine on it's own. It is adaptive and molds into the form of it's host, it's being, it's carrier.. it is temperate, unshaken by the tremors of intimidation and eventually is able to return back to clarity, it's calmness and forever purity in form. Our minds can never achieve such pleasure, such goodness in nature because ultimately we are humans with one possession, something that defines our being's very own existence... consciousness.
What I'm trying to say is, with consciousness we would over-think so many things in our lives, trying to work out the "best possible outcome" which would be the best decision and work our best possible way to evade potential disasters, we distrust ourselves to let our very own mind, our own self work it's own way subconsciously to maintain order by intruding and invading our own mind, our own self and contaminating the clarity of our minds, our glass of water. At times, life caves in like the walls that imprisons you and the pressure from the desire of seeking acknowledgment for our own existence seems like a daunting task, your mind and your consciousness kicks in to overdrive like stones, sands, fire, acid, alcohol poured into that pure existence and forever clarity is gone, lost into oblivion. You could no longer be who you really are, and the being of who you were changed, the mind, the host, the carrier changes. No matter how you try to mold back into that state of clarity, your own true self, you are still flawed, you were flawed, then forever flawed.
We constantly try to live life as who we are through the acknowledgment of the people around us, the very part of our lives which is our most natural self, the most comfortable self, some have the privilege of being so, living their lives knowing what life has in store for them, they can laugh at jokes without over-thinking each detail regardless of their outcomes, they could talk to anyone without the need to try, they are comfortable with their presence, presence of their own worth and acceptance from the people around them, they could have their own life to live, able to experience life as their own as life should be, to love, to dwell, to be truly happy in their own glass of water. However, as how things should seem perfect, it is not and never will.
Now, what do you see in your glass of water?
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Saturday, May 22
two months ago I bought the flight back to Kuching on 1st May (naively) thinking that it would be the one final flight that I'll be looking forward in leaving Melaka and my degree life for good. I were somewhat mentally prepared and it was going to be a turning point in my life to start making decisions and implementing some major changes to move on in life.
Then came the accreditation issue with the Engineering Accreditation Council (EAC) for my university with the preliminary reports from EAC stating that the degree course for my university would probably not be recognized due to the current emphasis on practical hands on education system not complying with the Washington Accord under the International Engineering Alliance.
accreditation certified or not??So what actually is Washington Accord u might wonder? Sourced from the website, it's a signed mutual agreement made between the bodies responsible for accrediting engineering degree programs in each country which (unfortunately) includes the EAC in Malaysia, and ultimately involves my university. Basically it's an agreement made to ensure that Malaysian engineering degree programs would be recognized worldwide and Malaysian engineers are able to practice engineering abroad, which we have already successfully recognized through the EAC during the 4th quarter of 2009 last year.
Who'd know that in barely less than two weeks in Kuching, an abrupt decision was made by myself to fly back to Melaka for 2 months to attend a 3 subject course given by my university as a contingency plan in case the actual EAC accreditation for my university (to be disclosed during august this year) falls apart. Hopefully I won't regret my voluntary decision to continue on with the studies since the course is not compulsory for my batch.
For the sake of optimism, at the same time other than East Malaysia, I'll also be doing some job-hunting in the Peninsular and hopefully I'm able to land myself a prospective job in Malaysia as a fresh graduate.
Wish me luck!
Labels: degree, EAC, Engineering, Malaysia, rants, UTeM, Washington Accord
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Monday, January 4
Relationships.. I'm mean relationships in a more general sense which got me thinking for a while now but I've never said it out loud before, rather it's just a notion of my mind trying to process what's actually going on.
The interactions, the minglings, the judging, the caring, the loving, the hating, everything how do you label them and pin them on the foreheads of the people around you? E.g. you call your brother a brother simply because you're born in the same family, but then you also occasionally address a close buddy of yours as a "brother", a guy with a best friend as a girl can never truly mean it when he says that the girl is his "best friend", nor otherwise with the opposite sex. What I'm trying to say is, relationships are so complicated that when you get stuck in it or dwell in it, you can never see things clearly.
I realized that at times the way I interacted relationships with people were so blind without me knowing that unconsciously I'm actually digging my own grave and slowly sinking into it while asking people around me to bury me alive, and at the same time consciously I have no idea that all my actions are contributing to my "slow death".
This is what I never understood till recently these few months of finding out the answer. I've been trying to dealt with this problem for so many years trying to know why others treat me the way they do and where have I gone wrong? Then a friend told me that things might not always be what it seems and what I expect from friends (took me a while to accept that), and others might not feel the same way about me. In other words, I cared too much, I simply cared too much about everything, everyone, and every piece of fucking detail and gave a full-fledged piece-of-surrender towards all those relationships that never existed at the first place.
I was so fucking stupid.
Then when things go down south, it impacted me so much I literally felt heart-brokened with the urge of just dying so things would be better off. What I needed was a slap right on the face and a reality check, and I got it.
I can't keep on giving and caring too much and in return just making myself more and more miserable and unhappy... I've had it. Thanks to a few buddies of mine who took the effort and time in trying to talk some sense into me, really appreciate it a lot.
owh ya, btw happy new year u guys :)
The interactions, the minglings, the judging, the caring, the loving, the hating, everything how do you label them and pin them on the foreheads of the people around you? E.g. you call your brother a brother simply because you're born in the same family, but then you also occasionally address a close buddy of yours as a "brother", a guy with a best friend as a girl can never truly mean it when he says that the girl is his "best friend", nor otherwise with the opposite sex. What I'm trying to say is, relationships are so complicated that when you get stuck in it or dwell in it, you can never see things clearly.
I realized that at times the way I interacted relationships with people were so blind without me knowing that unconsciously I'm actually digging my own grave and slowly sinking into it while asking people around me to bury me alive, and at the same time consciously I have no idea that all my actions are contributing to my "slow death".
This is what I never understood till recently these few months of finding out the answer. I've been trying to dealt with this problem for so many years trying to know why others treat me the way they do and where have I gone wrong? Then a friend told me that things might not always be what it seems and what I expect from friends (took me a while to accept that), and others might not feel the same way about me. In other words, I cared too much, I simply cared too much about everything, everyone, and every piece of fucking detail and gave a full-fledged piece-of-surrender towards all those relationships that never existed at the first place.
I was so fucking stupid.
Then when things go down south, it impacted me so much I literally felt heart-brokened with the urge of just dying so things would be better off. What I needed was a slap right on the face and a reality check, and I got it.
I can't keep on giving and caring too much and in return just making myself more and more miserable and unhappy... I've had it. Thanks to a few buddies of mine who took the effort and time in trying to talk some sense into me, really appreciate it a lot.
owh ya, btw happy new year u guys :)
Labels: letstalkabout, rants, thoughts
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Wednesday, December 9
over the past few weeks, things haven't been going great for me and I needed some distraction just to get my mind off things for a bit, so I left for KL.
Having to experience my first homesick-ish state over this past 4 years, my friend coincidentally brought me to one his favourite sarawak laksa stalls in KL somewhere at Bangsar called 南泉 or "Nam Chun".
The taukenio was originally from Kuching Padungan area, so her sarawak laksa lived up to my expectations and never would I thought I would ever be able to have a taste of good sarawak laksa at west malaysia. RM5 per bowl, but I'd still say it's worth it.
the shrimps were huge but tasted a little odd.
then that night we went for a friend's mini BBQ gathering at the apartment balcony like literally using a 2-hour-instant-charcoal-BBQ-kit from tesco haha.. I was listening to their mingling and chatter of their post-graduating experiences, their new jobs and future plans. I realized that all of them had already detached from their student lives and started having more profound insights towards life, something that I'm still trying to grasp at the moment.
On sunday, after having brunch at TTDI, we went to the PC fair at KLCC and boy was it an experience. Aside from the obvious eye candies, the size of the fair puts to shame all other PC fairs at all states, an eye opener indeed. One thing I hate about the fair was parking! Parking was ridiculous in the center of KL city! drivers were extra brutally selfish and parking spaces was damn expensive! shit, a fucking cut-throat RM10 for one single parking! ugh...
Well.. at least the fair compensated for most of it ;)
I couldn't actually see anything from the fair because it was SoOoOOoo crowded! and all I could see was people and all the gadgets seemed insignificant regardless of the whole event. Unless you're prepared and have an item in mind to buy, I'd say it's pointless to get in and becoming a living human pancake with the crowds.
people mountain people sea
then had lunch at KLCC, and even KLCC was in the festive mood and the decorations were awesome.
One thing I liked bout KLCC was the green landscape designed in the space adjacent outside the shopping centre. As if among all the confines of the high-rise buildings and the complications of the city life, at its center, a semblance of mushrooming civilization of greenery and nature still remains.
Everything was just what I needed at that time, an escape from all the thoughts and questions that has been meddling around inside my mind for so long. At KL, I was free, free from all expectations and all the disappointments. I left KL with a heavy heart, getting heavier at each decreasing kilometers approaching melaka, but I guess it can't be helped..
Like how my friend would always put for me... C'est la vie ;)
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Friday, December 4
relapsed.
as the post title suggests, a relapse of memory, recollections, reminiscence, and a reminder of sorts going on in "my life". I speak of "my life" sounding ridiculously cliche with a semblance of a pathetic attempt to impress, but the fact still far supersedes my content and the subject is indeed, just dull.. I choose to delve myself into the deep intricate labyrinth of human emotions, continuously without mercy while scouring for a latch to bring my being to higher ground to understand the very essence of life.
Alrite, now I've got your attention, enough of all the crap talk. Main point, I'm back to blogging.
I didn't really know why at that time I stopped blogging at the first place, probably because I was lazy or I just didn't feel like there's anything "interesting" to blog anymore at that time.. even more so since 4 months before the hiatus was my industrial training back home where life was pretty much mundane and dull. I mean REALLY dull. I'm talking about dull-DULL, 8-5 daily, 5½days/week DULL... ugh, thinking about it makes me weak. Coming to think of it, I gradually lost the will to blog partially because I guess life was making more sense and less abstracted to me then, resulting in an inconceivable understanding more notoriously known as "writer's block". Heck, I'm not even a writer myself.
My blogging life then was full of emotional ups and downs which I have to admit were the ingredients for my expressive ideas, photos, and blog entries... then it all fell apart. Life began to be so controlled, so tiresome, so boxed-in I couldn't even make space for my brain to think and it was all about work, work and more work. Blogging at that time was difficult and began to seem stressful. After my internship, I wanted to be free from all that stressful environment which ironically included blogging, so that's why.
But now, I've already completed a semester and Christmas' just around the corner and frankly the emotional ups and downs have already given me plenty of moments and urges to start pounding away on my laptop to a new entry post but I never seem to be able to complete them (you have no idea how many unfinished drafts I have piled up in my blog), so since it's the end of the year towards 2010, I guess I'd better start off now.
It is a new day.
as the post title suggests, a relapse of memory, recollections, reminiscence, and a reminder of sorts going on in "my life". I speak of "my life" sounding ridiculously cliche with a semblance of a pathetic attempt to impress, but the fact still far supersedes my content and the subject is indeed, just dull.. I choose to delve myself into the deep intricate labyrinth of human emotions, continuously without mercy while scouring for a latch to bring my being to higher ground to understand the very essence of life.
Alrite, now I've got your attention, enough of all the crap talk. Main point, I'm back to blogging.
I didn't really know why at that time I stopped blogging at the first place, probably because I was lazy or I just didn't feel like there's anything "interesting" to blog anymore at that time.. even more so since 4 months before the hiatus was my industrial training back home where life was pretty much mundane and dull. I mean REALLY dull. I'm talking about dull-DULL, 8-5 daily, 5½days/week DULL... ugh, thinking about it makes me weak. Coming to think of it, I gradually lost the will to blog partially because I guess life was making more sense and less abstracted to me then, resulting in an inconceivable understanding more notoriously known as "writer's block". Heck, I'm not even a writer myself.
My blogging life then was full of emotional ups and downs which I have to admit were the ingredients for my expressive ideas, photos, and blog entries... then it all fell apart. Life began to be so controlled, so tiresome, so boxed-in I couldn't even make space for my brain to think and it was all about work, work and more work. Blogging at that time was difficult and began to seem stressful. After my internship, I wanted to be free from all that stressful environment which ironically included blogging, so that's why.
But now, I've already completed a semester and Christmas' just around the corner and frankly the emotional ups and downs have already given me plenty of moments and urges to start pounding away on my laptop to a new entry post but I never seem to be able to complete them (you have no idea how many unfinished drafts I have piled up in my blog), so since it's the end of the year towards 2010, I guess I'd better start off now.
It is a new day.
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Saturday, February 21
I'm guessing by now you guys were wondering why the long pause of updates from my blog right? I'd have to admit that in a way I was going through a slight "phase" I guess, probably withdrawal symptoms after the chinese new year break adding on that valentine's and chap goh meh were just around the corner along with my programming work load on a dateline. Everytime when I bring myself to post an entry, I had to reflect back into recent events, and then the blogging sensation just gradually died away so I just collapsed the browser tab instead (you have no idea how many drafts I had saved in my post page that I had to delete).
Now after all the busy outings, I'm right back to the like of ROUTINES. This time with an added programming work load for a project at the company which my cousin is working on.
Then there's the beginning of something I guess none of my friends would know I'm capable of getting in my mind to do... which is, waking up at six in the morning for morning jogs before I go to work! I know, I know.. bet some of you would think that it won't last long. Well, you were right. I stopped waking up for early jogs this week after doing it for 2 weeks. My excuse? Not enough sleep. Went out for a few nights this week and got back pretty late and since I couldn't bring myself to wake up that early afterwards, my brain just turned to snooze mode and next thing I know, I only have 30 minutes to prepare for work and adding on the fact that I'm procrastinator, a very good one if I might add.
Other than that, I really needs shed off some extra pounds and get back on track for a healthy life style adding the fact that I'm on antibiotic medication.
I guess now it's the period that I have to make a difference in my life since I'm practically surviving my months like a zombie with half of my daily scheduled planned out for me as a slave to the working world.
sad really.
Now after all the busy outings, I'm right back to the like of ROUTINES. This time with an added programming work load for a project at the company which my cousin is working on.
Then there's the beginning of something I guess none of my friends would know I'm capable of getting in my mind to do... which is, waking up at six in the morning for morning jogs before I go to work! I know, I know.. bet some of you would think that it won't last long. Well, you were right. I stopped waking up for early jogs this week after doing it for 2 weeks. My excuse? Not enough sleep. Went out for a few nights this week and got back pretty late and since I couldn't bring myself to wake up that early afterwards, my brain just turned to snooze mode and next thing I know, I only have 30 minutes to prepare for work and adding on the fact that I'm procrastinator, a very good one if I might add.
Other than that, I really needs shed off some extra pounds and get back on track for a healthy life style adding the fact that I'm on antibiotic medication.
I guess now it's the period that I have to make a difference in my life since I'm practically surviving my months like a zombie with half of my daily scheduled planned out for me as a slave to the working world.
sad really.
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Tuesday, February 3
admittedly, I have to say this. I hate chinese new year... *moo*
It's the whole visiting thing, the firecrackers, the music, the crowds, the cars, the atmosphere, the people, the food, the traditions, the clothes, the smiles, the ang pows (yes, that too), just everything!! the whole idea of it just bothers me... A LOT. The only thing that I love about chinese new year is the week-long holiday break where I can sleep and bid farewell to all the routines in my life recently. Don't ask me why I hate chinese new year, I could ask the same the other way around.
the chinese new year celebrations are almost coming to an end,
and now I'm back to the life of routines and my internship as if things just rewind and warped back a month ago to the exact place I am right now. The buddies all flew back to the peninsular, I'm back to work as usual and the daily cycle continues.
Probably I woke up today at the wrong side of the bed this morning or something.
I just feel miserable.
yes, I hate cny that much.
" mOooOOoooOooooo..."
It's the whole visiting thing, the firecrackers, the music, the crowds, the cars, the atmosphere, the people, the food, the traditions, the clothes, the smiles, the ang pows (yes, that too), just everything!! the whole idea of it just bothers me... A LOT. The only thing that I love about chinese new year is the week-long holiday break where I can sleep and bid farewell to all the routines in my life recently. Don't ask me why I hate chinese new year, I could ask the same the other way around.
the chinese new year celebrations are almost coming to an end,
and now I'm back to the life of routines and my internship as if things just rewind and warped back a month ago to the exact place I am right now. The buddies all flew back to the peninsular, I'm back to work as usual and the daily cycle continues.
Probably I woke up today at the wrong side of the bed this morning or something.
I just feel miserable.
yes, I hate cny that much.
" mOooOOoooOooooo..."
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Monday, January 26
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Monday, January 12
Yesterday was like any other Sundays only probably with a slight drizzle when I was driving to my dad's, but somehow unaware of the severity the wet season, I soon found myself maneuvering, reversing, U-turning and weaving traffic like there's no tomorrow just to avoid the drain water flooding the roads. My 15 minutes drive soon turned into a 45 minutes drive of tedious steering and cognitive road mapping (something that I'm sure liang wee would have trouble at hehe).
I snapped a few photos of the flood near the town area along Padungan when the flood happened.
I wanted to post this entry last night but the wireless connection next door was down, probably shorted by the flood water, so now I'm blogging from work. The flood receded at about 8pm last night and the remains of the drifted papers, plastic bags and even the rubbish bins can be seen all over the road this morning.
My aunt said that it's been a LONG while since a flood this severe last happened like a few decades ago. Sigh, I hope the raining season will stop soon or somehow because we can't really hang out with the roads flooding like lakes.
kill joy...
I snapped a few photos of the flood near the town area along Padungan when the flood happened.
I wanted to post this entry last night but the wireless connection next door was down, probably shorted by the flood water, so now I'm blogging from work. The flood receded at about 8pm last night and the remains of the drifted papers, plastic bags and even the rubbish bins can be seen all over the road this morning.
My aunt said that it's been a LONG while since a flood this severe last happened like a few decades ago. Sigh, I hope the raining season will stop soon or somehow because we can't really hang out with the roads flooding like lakes.
kill joy...
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Thursday, September 11
This semester has been a hectic one. 2 major projects (a line following robot and an electromagnetic floater, one due next week), 2 reports (due next week also) and 2 assignments pending. It rendered me useless for a few days, induced in a state of shock and denial (yes, that's how serious it was). I've got no clue what psychologists or shrinks label it, but I guess it's safe to say that I'm out of it and accepted reality like a big big slap on the face. Right now, it's time for me to catch up what I've left behind.
But still, the side effects...
now what???
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Monday, June 16
When I heard about the demolishing of the wet market along the Kuching waterfront, my heart sank. I've been there almost everytime since I was young and practically grew up accustomed to the stench of the fish and the people. I still even remember once I slipped and ended up with fish stench all over my clothes, thinking back it was hilarious and "ewww" at the same time but sad as I recalled it now.
Come to think of it, all those horrendous stenches, creeks on the floors stuffed with accumulated dead fishes and the slippery surface from running tap waters, along with their perverted fishmongers and their whistling and shouting will never be seen, heard or smell ever again. I remember I snapped a photo a few weeks ago.
a regular evening day in the wet market
Amazing how those small little details we always take for granted always seemed more significant in the end. Bittersweet indeed.
I drove past yesterday for a glimpse of the wet market before the demolishing work and of course snapped a few photos as well.
There were tents set up for the police as the day before, civilians were making a fuss all over the demolition plans and from what I heard, a slight riot occurred along the road.
Unused crates and boxes were all being cleared as you could see along with the road blocks put up against the public from interfering with the demolition works.
The fish market and the poultry market along the heritage walk could not escape the same fate as well.
Hopefully the Majilis Bandaraya Kuching Selatan (MBKS) have big development plans after the demolition for this part of the waterfront shoreline.
I'll definitely be missing this memorable piece of Kuching's heritage.
Come to think of it, all those horrendous stenches, creeks on the floors stuffed with accumulated dead fishes and the slippery surface from running tap waters, along with their perverted fishmongers and their whistling and shouting will never be seen, heard or smell ever again. I remember I snapped a photo a few weeks ago.
a regular evening day in the wet marketAmazing how those small little details we always take for granted always seemed more significant in the end. Bittersweet indeed.
I drove past yesterday for a glimpse of the wet market before the demolishing work and of course snapped a few photos as well.
There were tents set up for the police as the day before, civilians were making a fuss all over the demolition plans and from what I heard, a slight riot occurred along the road.
Unused crates and boxes were all being cleared as you could see along with the road blocks put up against the public from interfering with the demolition works.
The fish market and the poultry market along the heritage walk could not escape the same fate as well.
Hopefully the Majilis Bandaraya Kuching Selatan (MBKS) have big development plans after the demolition for this part of the waterfront shoreline.
I'll definitely be missing this memorable piece of Kuching's heritage.
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Saturday, June 14
Went over to Green heights mall last night for Cold Storage's first grand opening with Ken, Siew and Alexis.
There were so many people swarming that place and getting through the crowd was ridiculous.
get what I mean? Maybe not, how about this?
Crazy chin...
Well, it was a breath of fresh air seeing Cold Storage with it's first opening in Kuching. Situated along the airport route to town at the BDC roundabout. Strategic? Probably, but not now anyways. However, across the road at the other side of the roundabout was a construction site in progress, rumored to be a hotel upon completion. How many star? dunno leh...
So anyway, I went inside Cold Storage thinking the stuff here must be cheap since I could see everyone buying goods and the check out counter was clearly traffic congested that even security guards were directing customers like traffic. I headed straight to the dairy goods and looked for of course Philadelphia Cream Cheese, and boy was I shocked. RM11.79! Siaw ah!
Please lah, the cheapest I've bought for Philadelphia Cream Cheese was only RM9.40 and it was just less than a week ago. Not just that, imported yogurts would cost you RM60+ for the same portion of yogurt you could get at any local supermarket for just RM1.80! siaw or not? Too bad I didn't snap a photo of the IMPORTED yogurt. If not I guarantee, you all really ki siaw.
After much shock, congestion and nearly at the brink of ki siaw on the first floor, we took the escalator to the second floor to see if there were anymore surprises in store for us.
Guess what?
Kang Kang!?!
Not even one store was opened, and that day was the grand opening?! I dunno leh...
I guess Green heights mall's target customers are for the privileged ones. BDC itself is a residential area known for it's inhabitance of privileged people. There's even a condominium beside the 2-storey mall.
So far this is the last mall I've rumored opening in Kuching other than The Spring and Boulevard, let's see what surprises I'd be getting the next time I fly back Kuching.
Flying off to Malacca in one week! *sobs*
There were so many people swarming that place and getting through the crowd was ridiculous.
get what I mean? Maybe not, how about this?
Crazy chin...
Well, it was a breath of fresh air seeing Cold Storage with it's first opening in Kuching. Situated along the airport route to town at the BDC roundabout. Strategic? Probably, but not now anyways. However, across the road at the other side of the roundabout was a construction site in progress, rumored to be a hotel upon completion. How many star? dunno leh...
So anyway, I went inside Cold Storage thinking the stuff here must be cheap since I could see everyone buying goods and the check out counter was clearly traffic congested that even security guards were directing customers like traffic. I headed straight to the dairy goods and looked for of course Philadelphia Cream Cheese, and boy was I shocked. RM11.79! Siaw ah!
Please lah, the cheapest I've bought for Philadelphia Cream Cheese was only RM9.40 and it was just less than a week ago. Not just that, imported yogurts would cost you RM60+ for the same portion of yogurt you could get at any local supermarket for just RM1.80! siaw or not? Too bad I didn't snap a photo of the IMPORTED yogurt. If not I guarantee, you all really ki siaw.
After much shock, congestion and nearly at the brink of ki siaw on the first floor, we took the escalator to the second floor to see if there were anymore surprises in store for us.
Guess what?
Kang Kang!?!Not even one store was opened, and that day was the grand opening?! I dunno leh...
I guess Green heights mall's target customers are for the privileged ones. BDC itself is a residential area known for it's inhabitance of privileged people. There's even a condominium beside the 2-storey mall.
So far this is the last mall I've rumored opening in Kuching other than The Spring and Boulevard, let's see what surprises I'd be getting the next time I fly back Kuching.
Flying off to Malacca in one week! *sobs*
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Sunday, April 13
I was having lunch with my friends while flipping through the Sunday Star and the bold captioned "Tengku Faris: Don't question Malay rights" caught my attention. I mean how could it not? Click here for the star online article.
"Malay Unity is the Core of National Unity."We all know that Malay rights or privileges is a sensitive issue not to be brought up as it directly strikes the racial chord in our country, even more so after the heat of the general election. Having read that snippet from the paper, I tried to comprehend why exactly is Malay Unity the CORE of National Unity? I even tried thinking in Malay to understand the quoted phrase.
"Perpaduan Melayu adalah Asas bagi Perpaduan Nasional."
Correct me if I'm wrong but would that very strong and convincing statement made by Tengku Faris really, honestly, truly contribute in any way to our National Unity? I really am seriously wondering in a non-sarcastic way and it isn't even funny.
“The Malay Rulers will act as a source of unity and loyalty among all the people as stated in the Constitution and Rukunegara.
Way to go, I guess true "National Unity" in Malaysia will be achieved in no time having made that reassuring statement. One more thing though, when u mean "people", u do really mean the Malays, Chinese, Indians and others together, right?
On a more personal level, for this semester, we had to take a 2 credit hour "Ethnic Relations" or Hubungan Etnik as one of the subjects and I dare not say that my understanding on our country's National Unity is adequate enough to even be included or mentioned in this entry but one thing's for sure, the level of National Unity in Malaysia now by far in comparison has been an upward hill and I don't have to be literate to realize that Malay Unity has nothing to do with it.
I'd rather have it quoted:
"Racial Unity is the core of National Unity"Doesn't it have a better ring to it?
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Monday, March 31
This 2 weeks by far has been the worst weeks EVER in my whole life.
This morning at 9, I was on my way to class and I plugged in my ear piece on my w810i phone and tuned in to FM 94.0 for FlyFm like I always did ever since I lost my laptop. That's where I got to know about Fly Fm's Cash Call where you text in CASH to 33399 and wait for the DJs of Fly Fm to select and random number and call you, the only thing you have to do was answer "Fly Fm" and voila, you're a few hundred (or thousand) ringgit richer.
So I text in "Cash" to 33399 at 9am, and then I got into class. I got a phone call at 9.25am, my phone was not in silent mode and it rang like a SIREN while my lecturer was explaining Laplace Transform on circuit applications on the white board with all eyes on me.
It was then I made the mistake of my life that I would never forget,
my screwed up hand automatically reached into my pocket, got out my phone and NO THANKS to reflex muscles, pressed the "busy" button. It was then I realized, I made the BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE, with a push of a button.
All I could hope afterwards was Phat fabes and Ben on The Pagi Show would call me back. It never happened. I then plugged in my ear piece and tuned in to 94.0 and there it was, a lady won the cash prize instead and to make things even more heart-breaking, it was a 4-digit figure. That lady on air could have been me (first stab through my heart).
How did I know the number was from Fly Fm? I called back the number later on, praying to GOD it wasn't from Fly Fm. Basil answered on Fly Fm's Must Have Music slot after The Pagi Show and confirmed the number was indeed from Fly Fm. To make it more hard on me, he used our phone conversation in the show afterwards telling Fly Fm listeners of Malaysia how Desmond missed his chance at the prize money (second stab).
I've even got the call register on my phone to prove it, 03-77241144.
I guess I'm really REALLY malang, as if the world's misfortune accumulated and landed on my head like a meteor rock, particularly during these 2 weeks. I had really hoped that the Cash Call would win me some cash to get a new laptop after mine got stolen last week so I wouldn't have to worry about where I would get the money. Thinking back, I mean what are the odds of picking my sms among ALL the Malaysian Listeners on Fly Fm? It just aches me just by mentioning it.
I still can't shake off that breaking moment. I can't concentrate on my tests tomorrow and I can't help but think what would happen if I answered "Fly Fm" knowing that I've never won anything this big before. Although I still want to believe that it is a pre-april fool's joke, I just can't fool myself.
What would you do if u were in my shoes? In need of advice.
This morning at 9, I was on my way to class and I plugged in my ear piece on my w810i phone and tuned in to FM 94.0 for FlyFm like I always did ever since I lost my laptop. That's where I got to know about Fly Fm's Cash Call where you text in CASH to 33399 and wait for the DJs of Fly Fm to select and random number and call you, the only thing you have to do was answer "Fly Fm" and voila, you're a few hundred (or thousand) ringgit richer.
So I text in "Cash" to 33399 at 9am, and then I got into class. I got a phone call at 9.25am, my phone was not in silent mode and it rang like a SIREN while my lecturer was explaining Laplace Transform on circuit applications on the white board with all eyes on me.
It was then I made the mistake of my life that I would never forget,
my screwed up hand automatically reached into my pocket, got out my phone and NO THANKS to reflex muscles, pressed the "busy" button. It was then I realized, I made the BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE, with a push of a button.
All I could hope afterwards was Phat fabes and Ben on The Pagi Show would call me back. It never happened. I then plugged in my ear piece and tuned in to 94.0 and there it was, a lady won the cash prize instead and to make things even more heart-breaking, it was a 4-digit figure. That lady on air could have been me (first stab through my heart).
How did I know the number was from Fly Fm? I called back the number later on, praying to GOD it wasn't from Fly Fm. Basil answered on Fly Fm's Must Have Music slot after The Pagi Show and confirmed the number was indeed from Fly Fm. To make it more hard on me, he used our phone conversation in the show afterwards telling Fly Fm listeners of Malaysia how Desmond missed his chance at the prize money (second stab).
I've even got the call register on my phone to prove it, 03-77241144.
note: "wen sheng" and "chee khoon" are figments of your imagination.
I guess I'm really REALLY malang, as if the world's misfortune accumulated and landed on my head like a meteor rock, particularly during these 2 weeks. I had really hoped that the Cash Call would win me some cash to get a new laptop after mine got stolen last week so I wouldn't have to worry about where I would get the money. Thinking back, I mean what are the odds of picking my sms among ALL the Malaysian Listeners on Fly Fm? It just aches me just by mentioning it.
I still can't shake off that breaking moment. I can't concentrate on my tests tomorrow and I can't help but think what would happen if I answered "Fly Fm" knowing that I've never won anything this big before. Although I still want to believe that it is a pre-april fool's joke, I just can't fool myself.
What would you do if u were in my shoes? In need of advice.
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Thursday, December 27
I bet almost all of you tremble by the thought of viewing your final result. Both terrifying and dramatic at the same time. If u've read my blog entries on past semester results, it's pretty obvious that last two semesters was a bumpy one, both mentally and emotionally torturing at the same time with a pinch of self-hatred. All that effort and sleepless nights and I got zilch in return.
So for the previous semester which was my 3rd semester, I decided to just let it all be and instead focusing on myself rather than delving into the uncharted territory of class politics with all the kia's of si and su. Then I realized that it's unavoidable and we soon have to face such predicaments sooner or later and it's just a matter of time. I could only sit back and witness how it all falls down to place. Apart from the politics and my lacking enthusiasm for studying, I managed to score a pointer of above 3.5 for this semester which I was trying hard to achieve for the last two semesters.
I guess sometimes when u try too hard, it just won't work out and the fact is, we have to leave everything in the hands of fate and destiny. Indeed how helpless we humans are in the end of our efforts.
Strive better next semester, all the best to everyone who is and who isn't reading this and those who are still in their studies!
So for the previous semester which was my 3rd semester, I decided to just let it all be and instead focusing on myself rather than delving into the uncharted territory of class politics with all the kia's of si and su. Then I realized that it's unavoidable and we soon have to face such predicaments sooner or later and it's just a matter of time. I could only sit back and witness how it all falls down to place. Apart from the politics and my lacking enthusiasm for studying, I managed to score a pointer of above 3.5 for this semester which I was trying hard to achieve for the last two semesters.
I guess sometimes when u try too hard, it just won't work out and the fact is, we have to leave everything in the hands of fate and destiny. Indeed how helpless we humans are in the end of our efforts.
Strive better next semester, all the best to everyone who is and who isn't reading this and those who are still in their studies!
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Tuesday, December 4
I'm sure a u guys have already noticed the search box and the adsense ads on the top and sidebar of my blog for some days now. I've seen it everywhere on blogs and sites and it claims to be able to earn revenue according to the number of user clicks on the adds or number of searches done through the ads.
Frankly, I never understand how people would actually click on those ads or even bothered to look at them UNLESS being linked or tricked there through online search engines that trap the public by directing them to links. I have a friend who solely blogs for the sake of earning money through ads on his blog here, here and here. Unbelievably, he does actually get sent a check once a few months whenever his total earning reaches USD100$ and I've seen the check to prove it.
As skeptical I was, I thought why don't I give it a go, who knows? I might also have my fair share of revenue through my 3 years of blogging contents. So I tried it out this is wad I get,
0.00!?
I guess it's too early for expectations, will update you guys if there's any improvements, and for the mean time, try clicking on the ads on the left sidebar or search contents of my blog from the search box above, u know, just to see if it really works.
Will post some entries soon about what Kuching has to offer me during this semester holiday.
Frankly, I never understand how people would actually click on those ads or even bothered to look at them UNLESS being linked or tricked there through online search engines that trap the public by directing them to links. I have a friend who solely blogs for the sake of earning money through ads on his blog here, here and here. Unbelievably, he does actually get sent a check once a few months whenever his total earning reaches USD100$ and I've seen the check to prove it.
As skeptical I was, I thought why don't I give it a go, who knows? I might also have my fair share of revenue through my 3 years of blogging contents. So I tried it out this is wad I get,
0.00!?Will post some entries soon about what Kuching has to offer me during this semester holiday.
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Thursday, May 10
My life now is only sustained by movies, strolls, food, sleep and the internet. I swear I'm so bored that I could go crazy literally just by doing nothing, it scares me.
The workshop we attended during this special semester should've been done BEFORE the actual first year semester or included during the first year subjects so we could actually get our hands on the equipments and apparatus with an actual idea on how to operate them, I mean imagine having to bake a cake without knowing how to operate an oven? absurd right? It was during the workshop now that I realized and found out why exactly my experiments gone wrong for the majority of the experiments.. Speaking of the questionable education system in our university, u gotta hear this, all students staying in the vicinity of their respective college apartments are required to WEAR long pants whenever we're leaving the apartments, and to make things more ridiculous, this regulation applies ONLY during the night.. the stupid reason the security guard gave us was that the name change from KUTKM to UTeM should be aligned with student ethics and dress code, so wearing long tracksuits or trackbottoms with T-shirt and slippers is supposed to reflect ethics and "mengharumkan nama universiti" compared with short cargo pants and a simple T-shirt with slippers? puh-leezz lah, you be the judge.
Anyway, got back from a 2 days 1 night trip to Genting Highlands with a few of my coursemates and being legally 21 this month I finally had my fair chance of going into the casino for the first time LEGALLY! yeah baby..! however, lost RM30 bucks though.. Guess lady luck don't go for beginners..
This morning, went for a stroll around Hang Li Po's well, Bukit China, the Portugese Settlements and a few places in Malacca and ended up with a sun burn, no thanks to the sun and the bike rides..
Can't wait to watch pirates of the caribbean, I'll be posting again soon...
The workshop we attended during this special semester should've been done BEFORE the actual first year semester or included during the first year subjects so we could actually get our hands on the equipments and apparatus with an actual idea on how to operate them, I mean imagine having to bake a cake without knowing how to operate an oven? absurd right? It was during the workshop now that I realized and found out why exactly my experiments gone wrong for the majority of the experiments.. Speaking of the questionable education system in our university, u gotta hear this, all students staying in the vicinity of their respective college apartments are required to WEAR long pants whenever we're leaving the apartments, and to make things more ridiculous, this regulation applies ONLY during the night.. the stupid reason the security guard gave us was that the name change from KUTKM to UTeM should be aligned with student ethics and dress code, so wearing long tracksuits or trackbottoms with T-shirt and slippers is supposed to reflect ethics and "mengharumkan nama universiti" compared with short cargo pants and a simple T-shirt with slippers? puh-leezz lah, you be the judge.
Anyway, got back from a 2 days 1 night trip to Genting Highlands with a few of my coursemates and being legally 21 this month I finally had my fair chance of going into the casino for the first time LEGALLY! yeah baby..! however, lost RM30 bucks though.. Guess lady luck don't go for beginners..
This morning, went for a stroll around Hang Li Po's well, Bukit China, the Portugese Settlements and a few places in Malacca and ended up with a sun burn, no thanks to the sun and the bike rides..
Can't wait to watch pirates of the caribbean, I'll be posting again soon...
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Thursday, April 26
During the finals are the times when my nocturnal side starts to kick in full throttle and start taking over my very well being as well as my life.. My biological time schedule is pretty much screwed, period.
For instance, my bedtime switched from a regular 12 midnight till 2am in the morning to 8am in the morning and waking up at 11am with only 3 hours of sleep the most.. The only thing that's keeping me company is the music in my compaq laptop, my roomate and a hot mug of Nescafe RICH coffee, not just one, but two sachets just to keep my eyes and my brain to continue functioning at peak condition. I do realize that what I'm doing is obviously taking it's toll on myself (I woke up this morning thinking the exam's tomorrow, when the actual exam's the day after), but just the thought of going through an exam knowing that the last thing in your mind that you want is a dysfunctional blank mind without any idea on what to do is simply horrifying.
Well, two more exams to go before I could smell freedom and liberation.. Till then..
For instance, my bedtime switched from a regular 12 midnight till 2am in the morning to 8am in the morning and waking up at 11am with only 3 hours of sleep the most.. The only thing that's keeping me company is the music in my compaq laptop, my roomate and a hot mug of Nescafe RICH coffee, not just one, but two sachets just to keep my eyes and my brain to continue functioning at peak condition. I do realize that what I'm doing is obviously taking it's toll on myself (I woke up this morning thinking the exam's tomorrow, when the actual exam's the day after), but just the thought of going through an exam knowing that the last thing in your mind that you want is a dysfunctional blank mind without any idea on what to do is simply horrifying.
Well, two more exams to go before I could smell freedom and liberation.. Till then..
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Monday, April 9
I know I've been neglecting my blog for the past few weeks, indeed the irony for my blog name...
Actually this week is my study week preparation for my finals which is like next week and I've yet to actually dig my brains into notes and tutorials, but instead indulging on computer gaming in the form of Lara Croft maneuvering through tombs.. Sinned, I have...
Well, enough of useless rants and repeated procrastination.. All I need now is some alone time for my brain to work it's magic (hopefully along with my limbs), and I'll be 3 seconds away from a 3.5 average!
Isn't day dreaming just nice?
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