I have done something yesterday that can potentially be one of those
defining moments in my life. I have to refrain from telling anything
about it now as the time is not yet right to do so as it has not
actually passed yet. In a nutshell, I’ve had enough of what I’ve been
through. Time for an about turn and get along to another chapter. Just
wait it out towards the end of the year when things are clearer. It’s
exciting just as it is scary, especially in these times…
Listening to: The Crystal Method – Vapor Trail
A quick birthday shoutout to Mama! Happy Birthday! Many happy
returns. Sorry I cannot be there this year to celebrate your birthday as
I’m still stuck here in Singapore with this assignment. Hope you find
the gift to be of some use! ;)
I was chatting with Lina
over a couple of things and one of the things we talked about was the
use of English in Science and Mathematics subjects in our schools. Both
she and I kinda agree: Why the concentration on science and
mathematics only? Why not strengthen the English curriculum properly
so that students have a broader mastery of the language that can
open not only the realm of science and mathematics, but also other
things, e.g. economics, humanity, philosophy and heck, even religion!
I consider myself lucky to attend schools that had better methods in
teaching the English language. For one, when I was in lower secondary
school, their English curriculum was different than that of other schools.
There were three types of English classes, one that taught grammar
and vocabulary (to teach the basic mechanics of the language and use
of words respectively), another was literature (to teach comprehension)
and finally composition (to teach writing and expression). Then in
upper secondary, I was again lucky to have English teachers who had a
creative way to make learning English a fun and doable thing for
everybody (have you ever thought of using the Arabic script to write
English sentences and compositions? Heh! I gotta thank Mr. Amin for
teaching me that!) And throughout certain weeks, besides the usual
classes other than English, we are not allowed to speak other
languages except English in the hallways, teacher’s room, or even the
admin office! Looking back at it, I certainly am grateful to have those
for it made me where I am right now. Kids these days oughtta have
those kinda things as well (Gee. I sound like I’m some kinda frickin’
grown up or something…)
In the midst of cries for war in the fight against terrorism, I’m glad that
there’s actually someone out there who’s voicing out to Americans to
look deeper into the issue.
Dr. M has repeatedly mentioned it in the past and most people don’t
get it (and they still don’t to date). I think it was Confuscious once said
that smart people are the ones who asks why. I’m somewhat glad that
some Americans are indeed smartening up on this issue.
On the flight back to KL recently, I had a conversation with a manager
from a leading global chemical and plastics manufacturer. Nice Malay
chap from Kampung Baru and very humble too. Our conversation
touched a couple of things about but one thing he brought me to
realize is that there are indeed many smart and bright people in the
country who happen to be in the forefront of bleeding edge technology.
Unfortunately, there are many more unscrupulous people who happen
to be managers of these people whose concern is making more money
in the shortest time possible and forsaking everything else, even their
principles at times. It’s a shame really.
On another note, here’s a dose of sad reality for the Malay community
which I reckon can be a bitter pill to swallow to some. I just wish they’d
work those grey cells a bit before over-reacting. Wake up, people!
Of late, I’ve noticed Utusan
itself to be stirring racial sentiments and blaming others.
RTM is just as
guilty. That’s what you get when you get a bunch of kiss ass-ers to run
Government owned mass medium. They take it too far to please the
Just bought Lord of The Rings: Fellowship of The Rings Platinum Edition
and Star Wars Episode II: Attack of The Clones
DVDs. I must admit that I haven’t watched the former when it came out
in the theatres. Time to get me keropok and warm drinks and cosy up
in front of the laptop (unfortunately, that’s the only device available to
me to watch DVDs right now).
We’re halfway through Ramadhan already. This year’s Ramadhan has
gotta be the suckiest Ramadhan in terms of breaking of fast. I pretty
much break fast on my own and most of the time, at the office desk
with just a bottle of plain water and a couple of dates. I’ll only have my
meal like about an hour or so later when I’m done for the day and get
back to my apartment. The other day, when I was going back to KL for
the weekend and then coming back here to Singapore, both times I
had to break my fast on the plane. Although the spirit of Ramadhan is
there, the atmosphere is not felt at all this year. It can be trying at
times, but that’s what Ramadhan is all about. I really miss those
sumptuous Ramadhan buffets back home. :(
How many times in your life have you got a babelicious blond
hothoochiemomma come knocking on your apartment door? I got one
today. If only the apartment she was looking for was mine. Dang!
I find that I cannot easily pretend to be all nice and happy when just
about everything that comes in my way at this point is not right and is
pissing me off big time. Pretending gets tiring after a while and on top
of that, it just feels like as if I’m faking and cheating through my own
life. I can distract my thoughts all I want but at the end of it, things
aren’t any better off anyway ‘cos they’re still there. If I had my way, I
would like to get to the root cause of it and have it taken care of
altogether but unfortunately it’s something that I have no direct
God certainly has a funny sense of timing too when it comes to these
things, but that’s Him. My tolerance level is certainly going to be tested
indeed in this holy month of Ramadhan.
Listening to: Limp Bizkit – Counterfeit
The world’s sexiest sentence alive is apparently “My breast flipped inside out so my nipple touched my heart.
Orgasmic, yet touchy feely with a hint of crassness. It was even judged
using some mathematical formula to be the best too! Heck, I’d make
out with with any babellicious booty honey who’d say that to me in
response to The Most Complete and Most Useless Collection of Pick-Up Lines.
Rambling does wonders, not to mention being therapeutic too. Happy
Diwali to all those celebrating.
Listening to: Joey Ramone – What A Wonderful World
I hate having to bargain when shopping for things. It’s always a
psychological battle between yourself and the salesperson. It’s like a
poker game and how much you’re willing to give in to the salesperson’s
counter offers. After all, just as you’d like to purchase the product, they
would like to get the goods out of their stores and earn some sales
commission in the process as well. Some people I know, e.g. my Dad,
treat bargaining like an artform of a game which they play very well.
I don’t normally go for the jugular when it comes to bargaining (I
usually ask for a price that is a tad under and more or less be happy
with it) but an encounter with a salesman at one of the shops where I
was going to help buy a digital camera for a colleague got me all riled
up to go full on (‘cos the price he was asking is exorbitantly higher
than the last time I checked, not to mention the cocky and somewhat
condescending attitude he had — funny that he expects to sell stuff in
that manner). Anyhow, as much as I think I have the tactics figured out
(just like those salespeople have the customers figured out), in the
end, after some exhaustive bargaining and eventually making the
purchase, I just can’t help feeling like a schmoe when I find out that I
could have driven the price much lower with the shop still making some
profit out of the sale. Then again, for those people who don’t play this
game well (like yours truly), would the extra dollars saved worth the
additional arguments, time and effort spent to get it?