Morning reflection on Ajahn Brahm's story (Good? Bad? Who Knows?)

A long time ago a king was out hunting when he cut his finger. He summoned his doctor, who always accompanied him on the hunt, and the doctor put a bandage over the wound.“Is it going to be all right?” asked the king. “Good? Bad? Who knows?” replied the doctor, and they carried on hunting. By the time they had returned to the palace, the wound had become infected, and so the king summoned his doctor again. The doctor cleaned the wound, carefully applied some ointment, and then bandaged it.“Are you sure it’s going to be okay?” asked the king, becoming concerned. “Good? Bad? Who knows?” replied the doctor again. The king became worried. The king’s worry was confirmed when, in a few days, the finger was so badly infected that the doctor had to amputate it! The king was so furious with his incompetent doctor that he personally escorted him to the dungeon and threw him in a cell. “Well, Doctor, how do you like it, being in jail?” “Being in prison, Sire . . . Good? Bad? Who knows?” replied the doctor with a shrug of his shoulders. “You are insane as well as incompetent!” declared the king and departed. A few weeks later, when the wound had healed, the king was out hunting again. Chasing an animal, he became separated from the others and ended up lost in the forest. Wandering in the woods, he was captured by the indigenous forest people. It was their holy day, and they had found a sacrifice for their jungle god! They tied the king to a large tree, and their priest began chanting and dancing as the forest people sharpened the sacrificial knife. The priest took the blade and was about to cut the king’s throat when he shouted, “Stop! This man has only nine fingers. He is not perfect enough to sacrifice to our god. Set him free.” In a few days, the king found his way back to his palace and went straight to the dungeon to say thank you to the wise doctor. “I thought you were stupid saying all this ‘Good? Bad? Who knows?’ nonsense. Now I know you were right. Losing my finger was good. It saved my life. But it was bad of me to lock you in jail. I’m sorry.” “What do you mean, Sire? Had you not put me in jail, I would have been there with you on the hunt, and I would have been captured too. And I have all my fingers!” Well, just a short personal reflection after reading this story again. Sometimes, we are just too occupied with the quest of searching for happiness (most of the time it would be money, career, family etc etc). When we face difficulties or challenges in life, we tend to take a long time to get ourselves up again. But it is just so true, that things which brings us happiness might not be as good as we want it to be. And, bad things does not mean that it could not benefit/help us in another way.:)

Cognitve and Emotions gone hay wired?

I am in this line now. I observe, analyse and try to heal people's cognitive thinking and their feelings. I met someone special today. Early in the morning after I gobbled down my sausage buns. He came, talked and treat me to tea. I began to have goosebumps after a while for he kept using uncomfortable words while narrating. A little shocked but still, I was calm. He moved on to a higher than normal level of asking that I give him my handphone number. The asking turned into demanding. I gave him a fake one. I thought that I was successful to slip away, but he kept insisting I give him my home address too. I REJECTED in a polite but adamant way. At the same time, I was trying to process all information linked to him. I concluded that perhaps he is currently swept by emotions, that his 3 main areas of psychology was not in balance. Was it pity for him? What was he thinking actually? Why was he acting like that? I came out of the library 2 hours later, to find him waiting for me outside. Either it wasa the library's strong aircond or I was already feeling scared of him. I felt cold and a rush of adrenalin. He asked for my address again, I said I needed to use the ladies. I went to the nearest washroom to seek refuge. Again, he was waiting like a hawk for me outside the washroom. From his explaination earlier of waiting for some Catholic students to following me to a washroom, I felt that this guy perhaps have some inner disturbance. My friend rescued me. I am still in the library, confined to the library now.

I Am Taking A Different Road

When was the last time you got all sad and felt like no one would care for you? That no one would ever give you even a damn look? You would not admit, but it's true for the majority of people out there. They think, they feel, they react but they refuse to admit. To admit that there is a problem. To face it instead of avoiding. I am 23 years old this year. Currently taking a Masters in Counseling Psychology. My aim? Simple. To held out a hand to everyone that needs it. That needs support. That feels as if no one had cared for them. I do. And I care. Though this road is not too easy, I believe with my sincerity to help others, the path would be clear enough for me to see and walk.

Knock, Knock…But it’s not her anymore….

Thursday 2nd July 2009….3more days to go….For the past two years, it was always her that would open the door for me, regardless of any condition, storm, rain, shine….etc..or vice-versa..But then, as if it was already fated, in 3 more days to come, it will no longer be her anymore to answer to my “huai ren” (bad person) call….Sometimes you really call for injustice for certain things that befall you…You suffer the consequences of those irresponsible people, those with no common sense…How brutal ah?......But it was what that happened..at the very least…haih…It was not my fault, I had eventually submitted my whole long kk list to the admin team of the “Apex” university..But somehow, don’t know how, this “brilliant” team accidentally deleted my whole long list…So obviously, and of course with a slight trauma, I had to accept the decision of not getting a place in my old hostel, prompting me to stay outside for the remaining 1 year. Yeah, of course the rent is much more than the hostel rate, double I guess but with the final year project lingering, I could not afford to walk all the way back to RST (the hostel outside our university) every night. This whole head aching episode came one week before my finals 2 months ago… and it has been a horror to me throughout these 2 months..Nevertheless, the worst scenario will be having to live with somebody new..Now who says you are definitely free from culture shock in your final year? I could still remember vividly the first day I met her…It was 30th June 2007..Usual girly kind of ice-breaking ceremony and hence the rest, was a half completed jig-saw puzzle. It was rather funny,thinking back all these while….I had thought that she was a ghost in our room..all because she was wearing a white t-shirt and had visited the washroom on that very first night. We were not that close in our first year.. Sometimes I even felt irritated because she would choose a very untimely moment to preach the Dhamma..She had even asked me to communicate with the ants( fire ants) in our room. Yup, as you can guess, I was like, uhh,ahem…”Communicate with those creatures? DIY- lah” But as the days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, hey, we are the best buddies of all leh…Mutual understanding, candle light dinner together and of course, what we young girls like to do most, pillow talk…She had always “accused” me of teaching her how to be horny..haha..one thing I do not doubt…I can proudly say that she is one understanding and sincere friend…It is really a big and “hard to accept fact” that we will not be staying together anymore for the last one year of our degree study. And I had never ever thought about the possibilities of my kk list being deleted by the admin team…But fate could be cruel sometimes..You have the happiness as well as the suffering…Sometimes you gain, sometimes you loose..Though I acted bravely in front of her, as if nothing will change, could not help it but to sob a few times over this issue while she was fast asleep…I know very well that time could never be turned back or prolonged..In fact, these 2 months passed very quickly… as if to train my emotional intelligence over and over again..Sorry, but to certain extent only, its ok…I am a human afterall..Present a sad drama (does not have to be a Korean drama) and I will go crying out loud over it….Just want to say, I am glad to have piece up half the jig-saw puzzle with you, my dearest…Though it is only half completed, at least we had had the chance to start it from zero…With this memories, let us carry on, on our own…Though we may be far apart after this, somehow our memories will always stay unite and alive..Thanks for the memories, my dear..

When The Adorable Cows Went Grazing…..in the city….

It WAS, but all a common sight when travelling up to the Northern states of Malaysia…. *smirk*…..One could never fail to notice the huge pot bellies of cows grazing happily among the open field of delicious and juicy mouth watering grass….Very well, at least it is the very fact that we have, as for now.…..an enjoyable time out there…FREEZE the time clocking…STUPEFY the rotation of the earth…Heck, silence….numbless….concrete….Then imagine yourself looking out of the windows of your four wheel drive….Image One….three terrifyingly adorable cows coming into eye contact with you…You say hello, they moo-ed back…You showed them your nice perfect set of teeth, they grin the horrendous smile to you….Hahaha…..All they had was a mode of confidence…with a high lean, mean personality..*smirk*….No, it may sound confusing to us or rather a remake of the Walt Disney highly acclaimed “The Barnyard” but the fact is not all “meaty”, at the very least…It was merely a trip to an exhibition in the north…Perlis…Off our seniors and Terick boy went, leaving us in our own bored world for a total of 4 days..Do the Maths and that will be 96 hours…Left to the whole world on our own, we did what we had been told to do….Sounds familiar to Hansel and Gratel? Anyway,to be fair, it was not all that bad….journals were read, medium plates were prepared, cells were spun down despite being very much disgusted with the whole process and the samples for GC were run as well….All was prepared for the arrival of the three, minus the grand royale usual common red carpet and mesmerising fireworks…Hahaha…One have to admit, it was not of much fun without the usual laughter in the lab….After all, life without laughing will make you feel doomed and muscle tight around the mouth area…It is like that most of time…Whenever the thing is there, we never really appreciate and have a feeling of gratitude towards them…Only when they sort of went missing, even for 4 days, you start to feel how much their presence is worth it….Nah, do not get me wrong…. I’m not merely worshipping them three….Just had to adapt to a life of a lone ranger’s world for these 4 days….Perhaps the most un-tolerable event that happened was the time when I had to spin down the cells from the fermentation thing…All was well until you caught sight of the drooling mucus-like ‘tau fu fah’ that is rotten for like weeks…Accompanying it was the “enhanced” smell of rotten eggs plus a thick concentration of NH3…haha….no more sarcastic remarks to be made…No more counter attack and so on so for……Now that they are back, it is certainly a continuous road of fun plus laughter.. After all, at the end of the day, “Laughter is certainly the best medicine.”

Sahara desert, the essence of being "hot"

Sahara desert. Little rain, low humidity and high in temperature. A little resemblance to Lab 409 until last Tuesday. The el- Nino season was finally taken over. Winter came and 14 homosapiens finally heaved a sigh of relief. Phew and wow were the two super popular words in which they had continually mentioned throughout the week. Even the microorganisms seem to be toasting towards the new found happiness. Rec PHB-4 Usm 2 entered its “overgrown” phase at 22.5 hours instead of the usual 24 hours. Wonder, wonder. Wonder what was the fuss all about? Haha…the story goes like this. During my industrial training in a research lab, be it full of people or not, we just had to endure the hot and stuffy season due to the low maintenance of the air conditioners. Since the centre of attraction of our lab is the gas chromatography machine, whenever any samples were run, we were often seen drowsy and polar-bearish…Refer to King Wey especially…HahA..It is always a known fact that each and every research officer suppose to be donning a lab coat for safety purpose…Instead, the sight of lab coats were “never seen before” in our lab. It was simply just too hot. Nothing else. Either we don not the lab coats and risk getting our clothes stained or we don the lab coats and risk ourselves fainting in the lab…What would it be for you? Perhaps it wasn’t until the extent of signing petition or having a peaceful demo but we needed to work hard too. Letters after letters were signed and approved..Purchase order were sent to the supplier but they responded by testing our patience in return…No man power. No stock…and the rest was history….14 homosapiens waited day after day..They moaned, grumbled and had the polar- bearish look…But they were determined. And finally, voila… their patience were paid off. Two brand new Panasonic air- conditioners arrived and after that, the all polar- bearish looks were seen no more….10000 B.C

"Us" in the world......

Shocked and beyond words of affinity. The best illustration that can somehow be compared to the cup of thoughts I had exactly 7 days ago. As I slowly scrolled down the pages one after another, I got all soaked up and the nauseating feeling was somehow felt..Ah…. No, it was not any disgusting sight or smell…Only, I had came across a lovely, heart warming blog which belongs to a senior of mine..Never did I realise before that he live a difficult and complicating life...Death, sickness, hardship and so on no longer a stranger for him..It was quite heart wrenching to read about it…Many times, whenever we fall again and again into the whirlpool of suffering we protested and imagined how life would be for us if it is always problem free.. We went haywire, condemning each and everything that went our way..We asked for justice and even hoped that our rotten karma will be over soon..The list goes on, as we either get a grip of ourselves and break the fall by standing up again, or in another case, if we are not determined enough, perhaps we will fall deep into the ravine of depression..The human realm is not really way different from the other realms..Though we may possess higher level of intelligence, we are still not free from sufferings..such as death, old age, sickness and birth….But we always have a choice…to climb up the ravine and be a survivor or to give up and die of hunger in the ravine…There is always the choice….One reasonable analogy that I have heard so far would be this…Human’s life is just like the open ocean..We have the waves hitting every now and then. As the waves hit high, that is when we are bombarded with extremely happy and satisfying feeling..Unfortunately, we always tend to forget that those waves, after reaching its highest peak of point might tend to hit the lowest surface of the ocean floor as well.. That will be when life becomes problematic to us and when we feel that there is no justice in this world..Am I right? The key point would be this..We should be a GOOD SURFER and surf through the waves..sense of equanimity….. Dear senior, I pray that you will always be well and happy. May the force be with you always.

Here is a short story with a beautiful message...

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'
The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.'
'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father.
'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl.

'If I hold your hand and something happens to me,
chances are that I may let your hand go.
But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,
you will never let my hand go.'


In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.

So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...
This message is too short......but carries a lot of Feelings.

p/s : It's a really nice msg... so i thought might as well post it online.Thank you a zillion of times to the author. Thanks.... :)

To strive or not to strive on?

In the midst of a steamy and suffocating room where the chloroform is suspected to be evaporating, people tend to be sleepy and thus, yawning every now and then. Like the chloroform, my feelings are also definitely not spared from evaporating. The only exception was, we do not yawn upon our own feelings. As I watch the nearby neighbour kid indulging in her own lab work, slowly the notorious mind begin to wander off as usual, back to 4 hours ago. A huge disappointment was clearly worn at that time. It was merely because of the results of last semester finals. As the clock struck 9am whereby people began pouring in, what else is there to picture out except the normal pretending of the composure calm and steady look? Looks like some still could not get over with the long term run of building up confidence, only to see it getting destroyed. If only God is there to listen, he does, and I know, but in the end, the one and only reliable person is our dearest self. Time is ticking every second and with that, I will continue to strive on with diligence. That was Buddha’s last message…

AM back, finally!

Well, has been a while since i last blogged. Too stingy with my time to well, blog...rather, was way too immersed in life events....But memories can't run far therefore, there is always a new starting after sometime...Guess what? It was really a roller coaster life these few months...things that you can't really expect...But after all, we are all human and still in the samsara, the life cycle of life...So, why blog when everything seems to be impermanent? For many and me, its sort of reminising the thoughts...Plus not everything you could share it with your buddies right? So, blog-lah.....Whatlah,....anyway, will start to blog from now onwards....see you people again...from time to time.... :)

Wonderful New Year's Eve at Paradise..... :p

We, the whole family actually did had a memorable and wonderful dinner at Paradise on 31st December 2008....Nah, it was at the Paradise Hotel nevertheless....not any other paradise....Dad came along this time....therefore, we siblings were sort of sticking to a certain dress code instead of the free sexy skimpy style....hehehe....It was dad k....On one hand, food was not really that good...The management of that night were also below average...when it was time to feed on...guess what? It was a total scene of hungry refuges lining up for food rations....Malaysians.....come on, get a grip people...surely we have the morality in us right??Ponder, ponder.....speaking about civilisation....argh....Anyway, if you minus out that particular "zoo" part.....we had a great time surveying and modelling at various parts of the hotel....The atmosphere was great and one could never resist the temptation to go barefooted strolling down the beautiful beach....This is Penang after all.....It was a family affair as well....We seldom eat together as one big family, hence, the feeling of appreciation and gratitude....with a new year now, let bygones be bygones....live in the present and dwell not in the past and future.....Family....Love you lots.....

"eXposed" in Lighthouse, Penang

It was a cloudy Monday on the 1st of December 2008 when the whole group of us comprising me, Yee Ching, Bei Wen, Zui Chin, Ying Ying, Tiong Kuan and Kok Keong made a visit to Lighthouse, a warm place which provide comfort and hot meals for the homeless. We were there by 3.20pm and were greeted courteously by Mr.Peterson and the smell of boiling curry coming from the kitchen. Through Mr.Peterson, we gathered that Lighthouse provides tea and dinner everyday from Monday to Friday to those in need. There will be approximately 100 people for each meal and since Lighthouse receives people from all walks of life, hence, no pork or beef would be serve. One could not help but to agree that this is definitely a show of respect to the different religions. Mr. Peterson also informed us that the homeless people could also have their bath, clean up and watch television there although bathing needs to be supervised sometimes to avoid the abuse of drugs. Our first ‘live’ activity was to prepare bread and coffee for our dearest brothers and sisters. Tea time is the usual 4pm so the 8 of us could be seen busy spreading jam and pouring coffee into plastic cups. I braced myself to face and see what I have not really pay deep attention into before. 4pm came and these brothers and sisters came to have their tea. Well? I expected them to crowd around but they proved me wrong by lining up properly to collect their food. I was drastically surprised when the first brother actually came up to us, collected his food and say a big “Thank you”. It was really heart warming to hear the word thanks from them. Deep inside I could feel their sense of gratitude and appreciation. I looked at my other faci mates and saw their smiles. They were indeed sharing the same feelings that I had at that time. Tea time passed and we were soon helping them to prepare for dinner. Before that, we were lucky enough to meet Brother Vincent, who cheerfully shared with us something about Lighthouse. Lighthouse which represents Let’s Inspire Give Hope Through Holistic Option Using Self- Empowerment, is run based on the aim to help those in need. A perfect analogy for comparison would be a light that is shone in the darkness. Lighthouse is currently working hard to help the homeless to secure a job besides just providing meals for them. However, after my first contact with them during tea time, I could feel that they are people who lack of confidence and social interactions. Bro. Vincent confirmed my predicament when he said that there were some who eventually ‘chickened’ out on the first day of their work, hence, going back to square one. They are always afraid of the society’s view towards them. So how does the society view them? “ Are you willing to mingle and mix around with them?” was the counter reply to my earlier question. I was not too sure about my reply. It was really heart breaking to learn that many of these homeless brothers and sisters do have their own children and family. With that statement, I could roughly rank the standard of filial piety in our society. I silently thought of my family and a meaningful portion of a statement the Tathagata once preached. The Tathagata said, even if a person is to carry his father on his left shoulder and his mother on his right shoulder until his bones were ground to powder by their weight, and if that person is to circumambulate Mount Sumeru for a hundred thousands kalpas, that person would still not have repaid the deep kindness of his parents. Dinner affair was a simple one with merely rice, chicken curry, vegetables and watermelon. As they ate quietly in a corner without any fuss, once again, a wave of gratefulness and appreciation came flooding by. It was a moment of realization that there are actually so many people who are less fortunate than us out there.
We also had the opportunity to meet up with Mr. Belle, the manager of Lighthouse. He once again re-emphasized the objective of Lighthouse to us. According to him, Lighthouse is run based on generous sponsorships. They have many helpful volunteers who came by to cook and prepare meals everyday. (Coincidently there was a ‘Datuk’ who came and helped to cook for dinner today.) Lighthouse would also have street scouting from time to time to provide food for those in need. What makes all of them, from a kitchen helper to a retiree to a ‘Datuk’ continue lending a helping hand? For Mr.Belle, it would be the satisfaction and feeling of wanting to help those who are less fortunate. For, Mrs.Peterson, the desire to help has always been in her bloodline since she was a kid. She had witnessed how her mother helped other poor mothers to feed their offspring by giving out milk formula to them. As for another brother who was helping out in the kitchen, it was in line with the Catholic spirit that they help those who are less fortunate. Our visit to Lighthouse came to an end. There were many times when during the visit, we actually witnessed the true nature of our own society. We seldom appreciate things that we already have, instead kept focusing on those things that we do not possess. How many of us actually realized that there are many more less fortunate people than us out there? Today’s visit was not merely helping out and interviewing. We had the chance to get up close to those without proper homes, some even abandoned by their families. They, like us need love and concern. Three words to conclude today’s brief but meaningful visit, “ Exposed” in Lighthouse.

ThE ONe meMorABle dHAmma cAmP

Time and tide waits for no man. Time flies at an undeniably high speed. Looking back, this year’s English Dhamma Camp took place three weeks ago, on 21st November 2008 at Butterworth Buddhist Association. Since we Biotech students were always granted the opportunity to sit for the last paper of the finals on the last day, I had to check in late for the pre-camp. It was definitely already bad enough that we had to brave the heavy rain, what more, we found ourselves lost like a sheep in the city, and on the highway to Alor Star. Luckily, and at last, our car and its entire human contents reached BBA…Pre-camp started its pace the next day..All departments were supposed to complete any uncomplete tasks…Dhamma and Cultivation department happily worked about their souvenirs for lay speakers..Yee Ching, Surita (according to Bhante Buddhavamsa) and Silk Guan…I will definitely enjoy the precious moments we shared together…How we made those lanterns, draw bamboo shoot pictures…The rest of the days in camp were fun and educational too…Despite being an AJK and only little time to snooze with my red striking sleeping bag, we actually had more time to interact with one another…I even told my new found mama about our special bond which made her felt so touched..and of course my other faci mates, like that funny Ker Li who would partner with me in our attempt to copy the laughter of a banshee..It was all warm and touching..Simple word, it was simply bonding…The word ‘bond’ was first initialized and used just to entertain and irritate Lee Chien during the form up committee’s meeting.God knows, the word was later spread from one street to another..If it was a fair game in the share market, guess I would have topped Bill Gates by now..It wasn’t, but everyone seemed to be using the word during EDC..Thanks for giving me the opportunity guys…Words can’t describe my feelings everytime I heard the word ‘bond’…I found myself a new papa too..simply by the chance of the Kalyana Mitra game…Supposingly, I had to write to this particular ‘kaya bun’..instead, I kept writing to ‘potato bun’.. thinking back, this potato bun, which turned out to be Xin Hoong had even told me before the revealing of the game that this year’s Kalyana Mitra is weird because he has two children instead of one..Even then, I was not on the realization part, offering only a sarcastic grin to him…Mana tau it was me…The rest of it was lots of laughter from other people…Was a total joke…and a swarm of guiltiness to my beloved ‘kaya bun’ which turned out to be Lip Giat..All fun and no studying? Nope, not really though..We had Dhamma Talks by Bhante Buddhavamsa, Dhamma sharing, case study, sutta study and talks given by layspeakers…All these customized programmes were incharged by me, Yee Ching and Silk Guan…So we had the golden opportunity to kick off and made our own conclusion after every programme..It was sort of a training to do public speaking…Rachel gave me some compliments in her snail mail to me..not after bringing up the dancing thing during faci workshop camp2…Felt happy of course… I can dance…. J Anyway, I grew with confidence during our sharing..Trying not to be so cheong hei, I shared with my group members whatever I had understood, sharing with them life examples and my own feelings…It was all about sincerity during sharing..Derrick did sent me another snail mail saying that I know the right way to do sharing…Thank you very much…with both his feedback and Li Qun’s I had gain some confidence in being a future faci…Nevertheless the journey continues thus I would definitely work my way up…to pass down the light of dhamma..Whatelse can I say besides all the fun and exposure I had during EDC? Perhaps it was once in a lifetime experience and while we enjoyed ourselves during those ten days be it meeting, having lunch, bathing, sleeping or getting into groups for sharing, the rest remains a history…All beloved participants of EDC 2008/2009, I will always remember those special memories…with the 31 of you…

S.H.E in Penang???

23rd September marked a special day for fellow students of School of Biological Science, Universiti Sains Malaysia. As early as 9 am, scores of students were seen pouring into the Bilik Persidangan…The whole S.H.E group will be belting out their performances after 2 months of intensive practical…Those who came to watch include professors, PH.D holders and students of course..Everyone who went were smartly dressed in their formal wear..3.5 inch of heels were also spotted ‘dancing’ around…The atmosphere was indeed applaudable. In came the S.H.E group with their performance.. Everyone that were present watched in awe…Since we are students of the Biological Science School as well, we were ‘awarded’ a golden opportunity to perform as well…Hence at 1pm, after having a quick lunch, we huddled our way to the Bilik Persidangan…It was empty so we seized this chance to rehearse first…Needless to say, we were of course quite nervous and unsure whether we will be well received like the S.H.E group or not.. And then, as if we were put on a death row, all 6 of us lined up and started the introduction…After 15 minutes of performance from our group, the bell was rung and we happily left the podium. Many heads turned when we left..It was definitely an excellent performance…It was not an easy practical neither was it hard… It was just a matter of cooperation and team work…Our S.H.E group was mentored by Prof. Lee who never failed to keep up with our progress..Bless him!!! That evening, he forwarded a motivational message to us.. It read “ Well done! I think your group got the highest marks for today’s presentation. Now, after looking at other presentations( some are quite poor), I hope you understand why I was so ‘BOILED’ yesterday…Your presentation today is clear, accurate and straight to the point..Congratulations!” Thanks Prof. Lee…Without you, we will never be on par with S.H.E..

P.S * S.H.E which stands for HUBUNGAN ETNIK course is a must to be taken course for every student in this university before they throw their graduation topi…Haha..gotcha…

Sweet sweet Birthday, my dear...

Looking back all these 9 faithful years….I definitely have no regrets at all….It was because of him I first have a clear direction of life… I was only 12 then…It was really a dramatic change for me…my secondary education rocketed to its maximum…Whenever there were any ups and downs, it was him who showed me the pathway …It was his words that lifted up my spirits…One could never deny how hardworking he is….Getting a name in the Guiness World of Records was no easy task for anyone….He is always working his magic out no matter what…He once told us “Believe in whatever you do” and “Hardwork sure does pays well”..Though always busy, he is also someone charitable….Many orphans and those in need had benefited from him…In the recent Paralympic in Beijing, he was there to contribute and gave his 100% support to the athletes….Throughout these 9 years, I learn how to live a life that is determined by yourself…I learn how to depend on yourself…I learn how to work hard…..My dear Andy Lau…. 9 long years….thank you for being there….From the time when you were only 38 years old, to today when you reached the figure 47, whether it is direct or in direct, you are always my idol and will always be….Love you always, Andy Lau Tak Wah...Happy 47th Birthday…May you always be happy and well. May you always be free from physical and mental suffering, May you be blessed all the time…I sincerely wish you all the best… Happy Birthday…my dear….

Biology-Degraded?

It all started on a stormy dullish night...Outside the rain was hitting hard against the window panes...A few of us, destined to head the society were huddled together discussing about the latest juicy news of our second home, the recent proclaimed 'Apex' university, Universiti Sains Malaysia....And on the topic of our recent Golden Girl of the year we dwelved into....All praises were bestowed onto her...One friend spotted from her news coverage that she was from the school of Computer Science...Hence, the horror began...That particular friend got so carried away that she somehow blurted out that if that Golden Girl was from the Biology school then there would be nothing to be proud of...Biology is only all about memorising facts ....according to her...I almost got choked while drinking from the bottle...It was devastating enough whatmore it served as an insult to all those in the Biological Sciences field...Well justifically, she was not the first one to present such comments before...I personally had encountered many since I decided to take up the science stream in my upper secondary...People have endless wrong views about this field....Biology is not only about memorising and 'vomitting' out the contents during exams...Try comparing results of those students who actually memorized blindly and with those who actually took the initiative to understand the real principle behind those Biological theories....You think Louis Pasteur and Watson Crick were memorising merely facts when they made their discovery? Nonsence my dear, nonsence...we need researches,understanding as well as the spirit to to work things out in this field..If Biology is hence only everything about memorising, each and every student of the tertiary education in this field could obtained their doctorate in let's say 2 years??Heck....no way....get your facts right people....I am definitely not pro bio just because I am one of them...I just feel that some justice could be done on this...What is our world currently working hard on? Yup, as you could guess it, genetically modified food, a treatment for chronic and fatal diseases and so on...We are living in an era where Biology is playing an important role in mankind's life....To be just relying on your memory would Biology survived until today? I would love to tender my doubts...

Malaysia and her 51st Birthday....

To my beloved Malaysia...I would like to dedicate a few words here to do some justice to your hard earned, blood mixed with sweat battled independance....all rewinding back to 1957...Needless to say, I was not even brought into this world yet at that time but anyone else would never say that they do not know how Malaysia's independance was gained 51 years ago... It was a beautiful and memorable classic and will be cherished as long as there is still a single Malaysian in this living earth...One would always admire and treasure how those locals fought their way through months after months, years after years...One would always salute the strong spirited soldiers who marched on despite knowing their lives are put to risk...And one would always cherish all those pain staking efforts by our leaders back then to gain independance for the sake of the people...We belong to where we come from....And finally, on 31st August 1957...Merdeka!Merdeka!Merdeka! It was our Bapa Kemerdekaan, whom finally brought back to us our long lost dignity...And with that, it was a total beginning for everyone since then..A new era, A new chapter of lives....For 51 years, our Malaysia's story was sort of the 'rags to riches' tale...No it was not a total smooth sailing journey for her...It was always filled with challenges along the way..But our pretty and smart Malaysia here would never listen to a word of giving up, hence we are here today, enjoying the hard fruits of labour of our darling Malaysia...51 years we see the unity of the different races in Malaysia...51 years we the generations of Malaysia live under one big roof...And from a totally unknown country 51 years ago, we became one of the popular tourist destination in the world...We lead and secure a position in the industry ocean...We became a country where almost everyone in this world wide would easily recognize....We came out with our own national car in 1981, we successfully built Asia's 3rd longest bridge in Penang, we have our own local twin-tower, and we managed to host both the F1 Race and the Commonwealth Games in 1998....How many countries would have achieved that? I would proudly say Malaysia did it with all her might...Of course there were a few hiccups in Malaysia's political arena but all is well at the end of the day...And because of that we continue to prosper under her...Living on her land for the past 21 years had me feeling that it would be all I would ask for again, given the chance to live my life again...I have seen various progress in our nation's developement and how the lives of Malaysians change....how we live in harmony....To my dearest Malaysia, a word of sincere thanks I would dedicate to you...Without you, there will not be any of us....Malaysia, I love you!!! and Happy 51st Birthday!

2nd article for all :)

Well its not really about whether you are getting a small fee or not...It is the feeling of being appreciated for your hardwork....Flipping through today' s Star newspaper got me dancing around....One last minute under pressured article which I wrote was featured....The last time my article was featured was in1998...as you can guess, that was when I was a kid...Perhaps I would just blog this feeling of mine...since it is not eternal and will fade off very soon, say...tomorrow? The happiness of looking and getting a glimpse of your own self written article shows only contentment and satisfaction...I remember vividly when this friend of my came by and asked me to write it....I was of course quite skeptical at first...It was like starting the engine of your old dilapidated 1975 car...The last time I wrote a full length essay was 2 years ago in form 6....Anyway, I took the initiative to brain storm the topic given and two days later...voila....an essay was produced...(a true writter would not have taken so much of time). The characters inside my article were based on three individuals with different backgrounds.....Those 'victims ' of mine were my dearest roomate, a good friend of mine and my wonderful sister (she was coming out from the bathroom when I targeted her)....I had, in desperation turned to them to ask whether I could use their names and stories....a good laugh then...To some, perhaps it is just a normal thing to see your article being published in the newspaper but then again....it is sort of a reminiscence for me after my 1st article that was featured in 1998...Down the memory lane we should walk again, should we?

when the apple was hit...

20th August 2008

20 days after I found myself inclining towards K.20 days watching after K and wishing that K will always be well and happy. Honestly, it seems like a joke when I reflected back. When I first took notice of K, I did not have the highest opinion of K. K was also a little egoistic, always walking up and down the corridor looking extremely busy. Then we went to a same annual activity and K was sort of already in my mind. However, nothing happened as the days rolled by until both of us had the opportunity to work together for these past few weeks. Unfortunately, K was one popular figure and me, a small potato among the scores of people. K hardly noticed my presence. What could I do except to eye K from the corner of my eyes? Each day of mine were filled with K’s visions. I knew that K already have someone else so obviously it would not make a difference right? Every single day whenever I see K, I would just wish him sincere happiness from the bottom of my heart. Like what those famous dead philosophers had said, ‘Loving someone does not mean owning him or her. As long as that person is happy, you should be happy as well’. Perhaps time would erase K from my thoughts given the fact that I have loads of work to accomplish. Sigh…Is it really that hard to share your feelings with someone else? I had tried but met with failures for all 8 times. Perhaps its just not the time for this little me, yet? Perhaps….I wonder…..