Guys & gals, remember what is the significance of this date? Well, to be exact, I should mention 1st of July 2008. Its the 1st day we were here, at this very lovely and memorable KBU International College + Student House/Hostel.
Remember what happened back then? Everyone 1st gathered at the foyer, wondering : "Where shall I go?", waiting for directions and instructions. Not forgetting to mention, luggage and bags were everywhere in the lobby as I recall. Some early birds, took the advantage & went to explore around(especially looking for the toilet) and I'm one of them. Finally, the time came when everyone is to go inside the MPH. Seeing new faces everywhere, most of us started to intro ourselves to others, as well as looking around(again). There are some food and drinks served there, and Fern, was that your first stop?
Then it started with a talk from the KBU staffs, followed by the JPA & YTM officers. I can't remember correctly as which comes 1st, registration or the talk. Anyway, lets move on, its registration time. There were several counters, one side is the sponsors, and another part is the KBU registration, where we get our KBU t-shirt, as well as the house/room we are assigned to.
Did anything special happened to you back then? For me, yes. Being too excited to leave my hometown and study alone, I got too carried away & as a result, I did not prepare well before I left my house(the 1 in Sandakan) and I actually forgot to bring a copy of my guarantor's(my dad) IC. Panicked, I called my parents, and as usual, I was lectured but I knew, they were more worried than I was. Sorry for being to clumsy. Luckily, the problem was solved with the help of Alexander Bain - the inventor of the great device named "Fax Machine"
After everything was done, its time to move to our respective accomodation. Some went to the hostel, and some followed the vans & busses to the student houses. There (here would sound better I think)we got to know who our roommate(s) as well as housemates, not to forget my "toilet-mate". Again, we started introducing again, the parents started to talk about their sons/daughters, and then exploring around the house and the house(s) next door. And so, our journey of pre-u studies began.
Last but not least, about the title. That term is not used just for fun but actually brings a great meaning behind it. Well, as some of you may already noticed it since the 1st sight of that term, its our beloved, dearest, Snow-White-Physics-lecturer's Birthday!! Alas, she is going to have us do 2 lab reports despite that it is such a beautiful day. Anyway,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS SAY HUI CHIN @ NICOLE
................... ....................... .......................... ............................. Shall I mention the age? Well, I am going to, but not directly. She is approximately 10 years older than most of us (those who are not pts & not peralihan boys/girls) and exactly 9 years and 364 days (ideal case, not taking leap years into consideration lolz) older than Chan.
Did you often find yourself not brave enough? Or you tends to give up on something just because you are not determined enough to do it? Or you always think that you cannot achieve something due to lack of self-confidence? Well, if that's the case, its time to change yourself.
Had you ever find it hard to make up your mind? The situation where you are struggling with your inner self whether you should do it or leave it. At the same time, you noticed there are those people around you, who can instantly decide as soon as they are asked about something or they encounter some sort of circumstances which will only cause you dilemma. Maybe after you see their courageous decision, you'll say to yourself : "If he can do it, why can't I?" and hence you decided to give it a go. It is correct to say that you gained confidence in it, but unfortunately, its not from your own - it was provided from people around you and therefore, you won't be as determined for the upcoming events.
So, here are some tips on overcoming these weaknesses. In fact, I am also learning as you do. 1.Spend Time With Positive People.
Unfortunately, sometimes when we lack self confidence we can gravitate towards people who instinctively like to put others down. (This behaviour is rooted in their own insecurities - they knock other people to make themselves feel better). However, spending time with negative people is inevitably very bad for our self confidence. Look closely at the people you spend your time with, if they are always criticizing you (either directly or indirectly) try spend more time with people who don’t.
2.Be Yourself - Don’t Imitate
You can only gain self-confidence when you are trying to be yourself. In some social situations we feel awkward so the temptation is to do what you think other people expect; we try to be somebody we are not. But, when we are trying to be someone that we are not, inevitably we lack self-confidence because the element of falseness in being something we are not.
3.Give Yourself a chance to succeed.
If you lack self confidence, it is a bigger mistake to always hold yourself back. Try inspiring yourself to give some activities a chance. If you never attempt anything and avoid engaging in social activities, it is likely that your self-confidence will never get chance to be rebuilt.
4.Dress Confidently
If you are immune to the opinion of the world, and care nothing for outer appearances you can dress like a street beggar and still have self esteem. However, for most of us we do place great value on our physical appearance. This may be a sub conscious feeling. But, if we dress in a confident and appropriate style we will be much more self confident. One doesn’t need to spend a fortune on clothes, but, it is important to have the ability to dress in a way we are happy with.
5.Don’t Criticize Others
The human mind can be tricky at times. Quite often the mind tries to boost our self esteem by criticizing and denigrating others. The mind feels that if we point out the weaknesses of others we can feel somehow ’superior’ to others. This however, is a false way to boost self esteem. When we criticize other people, we are in a negative frame of mind and we are more likely to doubt ourselves. The thing to do is look for the best in others. If you try and boost other people’s self esteem it will be much easier to increase your own self esteem.
Well, all I can say is that when you have decided to do something, give it your best shot and do not regret your decision after that, as that will not change anything. Be proud of whatever you did and live life to the fullest.
When a person uses foul languages or those swear words, lets say the "f" word, does that means the person is rude, uncivilized, impolite and etc? Lets take an example :
"oh f**k, i don't have small change. Please hold on while i call my husband?"
So, in this case, is this person insulting someone? or is she being rude?
Every language has its own foul words, and I guess everyone noticed that without the need for me to give any examples of those I know. In our daily life, those words are heard everywhere: in the streets, in movies and sometimes in the newspaper too or even from the mouth of a children. Do you ever wonder why such words are created or by who? Some claim that it has became their culture to use those words, just like the Chinese in SEA using words such as 'la', 'loh', and 'aiyo' where they find it extremely normal to use such words.
As human, I'm sure that after being exposed so much to this, one opt to use these words unconsciously. Although most of the time one can control himself from saying such words, but there are times in life where some unforeseeable situation happens, and hence the so called "art of speech" will just pop out from nowhere.
So, its foul language or just figure of speech? Its all up to you to decide, but still, think twice before using such language as not all people are used to it and they find it offensive. Hatred and aversion often born from misunderstanding and, to avoid is better than to cure.
Do you know what is meant by personal? Privacy? Some items are bought for personal use, not for public and especially not for YOU & I bet that you don't even know whose item you're using. If you idiot want to use those items,please go & buy for yourself, not to use others without even asking & what's worse is that you do not use them in a proper manner, leaving a feeling of disgust for the owner when he use them after you. If you are really so pathetic & can't afford it, at least you ask for permission before you even use it. I found that such people are really dreadful. They tends to treat everything found within their sight as their belongings & hence they are obliged to used them as if its a sin for not using them. "You are not the only person living here...Hello??" However, when it comes to the other way round, they will feel like somebody else stealing from them just like how I feel now. They never realize that they did the same thing to others all the time.
I don't know whether you'll be reading this or not but here, I want to warn "those people" for one last time :
"Don't ever do that for a second time or else, do not blame me for my cruelty."
**My sincere apology to all other readers if this post annoys you as that is definitely not my intention.
What you are going to read next is obviously not my piece of work, as it is far astounding than I ever could write, way beyond my imagination & greatly surpassed my ability. Still, I would like to share this masterpiece of his to all of you who haven't read it before. Here goes:
The first thing she saw when she opened the door, was him. Lying on the couch, dead sleep, still, with that gentle snore. The snore, that familiar soft toad’s croaking, reminded her of how long she hadn’t been home.
And she remembered that night when she first found him sleeping on the couch when she came home late. She woke him up, and asked him why didn't he sleep upstairs instead. Rubbing his eyes with one hand and stroking her face with the other, he replied,
“Coz the bed’s not a resting place without you.”
The house was orderly, much to her surprise. Maybe not spick and span, and certainly not as clean as she'd have kept it had she been around. But clean it was, nevertheless. The dining area had fresh flowers on top. The curtains were neatly drawn behind the lace. The kitchen sink was empty and dry.
She remembered those days when he would walk in from work, drop the bag onto the floor, tear his shirt off and have it flung across the hall, grab her hand, plop her onto the couch, collapse into her lap and fall into a deep sleep. She remembered the times when she complained and scolded him for being such a mess – and messytoo – yet his reply, though said when half asleep, brought a smile to her face,
“Coz you’re the one thing right in my life. The rest doesn't matter as much.”
She saw the stethoscope on the dining table, and a tear came to her eye. She remembered how hard he had worked to become a doctor. She remembered preparing coffee as he studied late into the night, preparing for the final specialist paper. And all the char siew pao she sneaked into the doctor’s rest stations in the wards for him to gobble in between duty hours! The day he finally walked out of the panel interview rooms – the last and most difficult part of the final paper – beaming with joy and pride, he took her hands, fought back his tears and whispered into her ears,
“This is all that I’ve worked for, and this is all that you truly deserve.”
Near the stethoscope was a loaf of bread. She then remembered that particular evening when she had stumbled across a tupperware in his bag. There was a sandwich, with butter and sugar, but the bread had round holes all over. Weird, she thought, and as she took the sandwich out to throw it away, she saw the loaf of bread on the table. Expired, and mouldy. Angry, disappointed and hurt, she confronted him. She yelled and shouted at him. He would take her out every Sunday night to the nicest restaurants in town, and he was eating mouldy bread on weekdays. How could you still eat mouldy bread? How could you spend so much on me and starve yourself? She finally succumbed into his arms, and his soft response broke her heart into a thousand pieces,
“I’m sorry that I can’t give you the best that you deserve, but I’m never sorry that I give you my best that I can afford, in whatever way possible.”
Just a few more years, and I promise you that things will get better.
He coughed, and her thoughts stirred. She turned around, just in time to see him turn over onto his other side on the couch, and the gentle snore went back into rhythm. She gazed at a tired man, a weary doctor, a burdened soul. She remembered those young and youthful days, when they had exchanged ideals of the future and talked about what life would be next time. And when it came to his turn, he never really talked about being a doctor.
And one day, while they were both lying on the green pastures in New Zealand on a lazy weekend – breaking away from their different routines and classes in uni – she asked him again about his dreams. Don’t you want to save the world?
“I'd rather be a champion in your heart than try save the world.”
They had returned to Malaysia together. While he was still a houseman and they, a young couple, every morning before the sun rose, she would send him off to work with a flask of hot coffee and an apple. How he would routinely turn around at the door, put away his bag and the flask, hold her face, kiss her on the forehead, look her in the eyes and say,
“I’ll come back and get you... after saving the world.” And that cheeky smile all over his face!
And he never failed with that promise. No matter how late and how tired, no matter the number of calls and the overtime duties, he still returned to her. He would be grouchy and grumpy, complaining of backaches and sores, but he still came back. Didn’t that matter enough? Shouldn’t that matter enough?
Somehow she survived those years of being there for him, but after he became a specialist, after he came back from serving in Somalia with the Malaysian peacekeeping troops, things changed. The fire in his eyes, the ‘going-out-to-save-the-World’ spirit, the passion of healing and treating patients, simply disappeared. He would no longer come home with that usual smile on his face. He no longer grabbed her from behind by surprise and spun her around. He just simply put down the bag, took off his shirt, gently dragged her up the stairs, and slept on her lap. No more conversations, no more laughter, no more surprises.
So when an offer came from Price Waterhouse, she took it up. It wasn’t that she wanted to leave him, rather she no longer knew how to stay on. And that night when she broke the news to him, he just looked down at the floor, stumped, and asked quietly,
“When will you come back?”
She was walking out, bitter, hurt, and disappointed. Why don't you fight for me?Why don't you at least stop me? Why let me walk out? Couldn't you at least tell me how much you'd miss me?
And he said right before she opened the door, "Darling, I need you."
You need me? Is it just the lap that you use as a pillow, or am I the cheap servant that manages your house? She regretted the way she lashed out at him as his reply came softly,
"I need you because I love you."
2 months ago, when she walked out with the luggage bag, she hated herself so much. She despised herself for leaving the man that stood by her, the only man that fought for her, the only man that would cry for and over her. 2 months of staying with her parents made her realize, that while he needed her to manage his life, she too simply couldn’t live without him.
The TV in front of him was on, volume at its lowest. She pulled the remote out of his hands, intending to turn it off when she recognized the video that was on TV. It was the video they filmed together when he first left for NZ, a year before her. How they had teased each other on the camcorder, how they had laughed and joked about meeting hot chicks and cute boys over in NZ, and how he finally looked straight into the camcorder and said,
“Darling, my home is built in your hands.”
Now sitting beside him, she finally realized that she was more than just a wife, or a lover, or a girl that was always behind and beside him when he needed her the most. Home was never a home without her. His home was built upon that relationship, that love. And that night when she walked out on him, his home disappeared, his home left him.
Home is never a home without you.
She snuggled up to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. If she could, she would never want him to let her go, ever. Feeling the warmth of his chest and listening to his heartbeat, she knew that it wasn’t by chance or mistake that she had finally sent in the resignation letter and repacked her belongings. She had worried about how she’d have to walk in, pondered about how he would react when she walked in, and even had a whole ‘I’m Sorry’ speech ready in her pocket.
Those worries? Flew out of her mind and along with the rolling tears, when she heard him mumble in his sleep, right into her ears just like old times,
“Darling… I’m home.”
##Original author :Joash Tan-Loh
If you find this story inspiring, touching, etc., he has lots of masterpiece that some I find even better than this. Here's his webpage : http://heartzofgold.blogspot.com/
**Thanks to Eunice for introducing such a great writer to me
Tony's tears fell as he read through some of Joash's posts
Everyone tell lies, are they not? Is there anyone here dares to stand up & says that he/she never lies? If anyone does, one definitely contradicting himself/herself as he/she is lying right at that moment.
Most of the time, when someone is trying to lie to you, you may notice it by the way he/she talk or from his/her facial's expression or at least you will doubt it as you are confident that you are correct and he's wrong. However, what if thousands/millions or even everyone around you are telling you the same thing which you are sure it was a lie at first? You will now doubt yourself & tend to deceive yourself that you are wrong the whole time.
" A lie told often enough becomes the truth."
Lenin Russian Communist politician & revolutionary (1870 - 1924)
When do we lie?
when one did something wrong & does not wish anyone to know it.
when one had to keep a secret but being forced to reveal it.
when one is trying to cover another lie.
when one doesn't want his/her loved one to be hurt by the truth, hence so-called whitelies.
when one is making benefit from telling lies (scheme)
when one is trying to hide something from anyone
Within just a few minutes, I can come out with this much reasons & excuses for telling lies and yet, I believe there are more and more, just you name it. There is a person I know "which"(later you will know why I use which instead of who) is an expert in lying. From the moment I know him(it), almost 98% of what he said were lies. Even after his friends found out that he's bluffing, he will create more and more nonsense lies to cover the 1st one. Such scenario continued for years and for this kind of people, we refer "it" as a firedog. I really can't understand why he likes to bluff so much. Is it fun? Or is he rewarded something for all those lies? I will never figure it out unless I become such a liar(which I definitely doesn't want to).
I remembered that I read an article in a magazine(which I forgot which and when) about a "Lying Contest". There's this guy, who won the contest, which at first he is very proud of himself, for possessing such a great ability. Ironically, he soon finds that all his friends and even relatives are staying away from him ever since. Every single word coming from him seems to be very honest & extremely convincing, but it turns out that they're all lies. Can you imagine yourself hanging out with such a person? where you will have to think several times before you believe anything coming out from him, even it is as simple as : "I'll be right back in a minute."
After reading through the boring & irritating idea of lies, here's some jokes for you (they are still related to lies though). Enjoy!!
Susie is doing her housekeeping as usual, until she finally notices a box which is kept under their bed and she normally won't bother cleaning there as the bed is almost as low as the floor. As she opens the box, she found a few eggs and few hundred bucks inside. After thinking for quite some times, she finally decided to call her husband Frank to ask about it.
"Oh that, for every lie I told you, I will put an egg inside."
Being angry at first, soon calmed down as she realizes a few lies over the years are still acceptable.
"What about those cash?"
"Whenever the box is full, I sold those eggs."
A clergyman was walking down the street when he came upon a group of about a dozen boys, all of them between 10 and 12 years of age.
The group surrounded a dog. Concerned lest the boys were hurting the dog, he went over and asked "What are you doing with that dog?"
One of the boys replied, "This dog is just an old neighborhood stray. We all want him, but only one of us can take him home. So we''ve decided that whichever one of us can tell the biggest lie will get to keep the dog."
Of course, the reverend was taken aback. "You boys shouldn''t be having a contest telling lies!" he exclaimed. He then launched into a ten minute sermon against lying, beginning, "Don''t you boys know it''s a sin to lie," and ending with, "Why, when I was your age, I never told a lie."
There was dead silence for about a minute. Just as the reverend was beginning to think he''d gotten through to them, the smallest boy gave a deep sigh and said, "All right, give him the dog."
A busload of politicians were driving down a country road when the bus suddenly ran off the road and crashed into an old farmer's field. The old farmer heard the tragic crash so he rushed over to investigate. He then began digging a large grave to bury the politicians.
A few hours later, the local sheriff was driving past the farmer's field and noticed the bus wreck. He approached the old farmer and asked where all the politicians had gone. The old farmer explained that he'd gone ahead and buried all of them. "Were they ALL dead?" asked the puzzled sheriff. "Well, some of them said they weren't," said the old farmer, "but you know how them politicians lie."
One day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, her thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, “My dear child, why are you crying?”
The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and that she needed it to help her husband in making a living for their family.
The Lord dipped His hand into the water and pulled up a golden thimble set with pearls. “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked.
The seamstress replied, “No.”
The Lord again dipped into the river. He held out a silver thimble ringed with sapphires. “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked.
Again, the seamstress replied, “No.”
The Lord reached down again and came up with a simple leather thimble. “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked.
The seamstress replied, “Yes.”
The Lord was pleased with the woman’s honesty and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy.
Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under the water. When the seamstress cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked her, “Why are you crying?”
“Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!”
The Lord went down into the water and came up with George Clooney. “Is this your husband?” the Lord asked.
“Yes!” cried the seamstress.
The Lord was furious. “You lied! That is an untruth!”
The seamstress replied, “Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said ‘no’ to George Clooney, you would have come up with Brad Pitt. Then if I said ‘no’ to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said ‘yes,’ you would have given me all three. Lord, I’m not in the best of health and would not be able to take care of all three husbands, so THAT’S why I said ‘yes’ to George Clooney.
And so the Lord let her keep him.
Tony hates it when he's lying and when someone lied to him
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