Uni life starts all over again tomorrow. However this time it would be a different kind of uni life as I start my degree programme. Workload will definitely increase as well as stress levels. My only worry here are biased lecturers. Lecturers who favor those who 'polish' them. They do exist and they are not only the stuff of every student's nightmare. I've given this topic a lil thought and came to a conclusion that there is only two logical ways of handling them.
Take the Blue Pill...
...and be the bootlicker. Try to polish her whenever there is a chance to. I might save more than my own skin.
Take the Red Pill...
...and start the Revolution! Go against her by writing a formal letter of complain to the Head of Faculty. If that's not enough, write another letter to the President of UTAR himself.
Whichever path should I take, there would be risks. Both path have an equal chance of failing. So which do I take, the Blue Pill or the Red Pill?
Since MSN is a free software and service, I think they are giving our email addresses to third parties to advertise their products. Something weird just happened a few minutes ago. My brother who is currently in the house with me just came online via MSN. That could not happen because my house has only one Internet line and there's no router! A few seconds later, he sent me a message telling me to buy some pills. I've received the same exact message from other people in my contact list too. There are other messages being sent out as well such as 'I saw you in this picture,' then a website address is given or something similar to it. Another one just came in, and again it's from my brother. It read :
http://www.videocollectionz.com/?secret=your MSN email address
lol found ur stash
Not only is MSN infected with scams. Even my handphone is affected. Every once in a while I'll get a message from 32100. I don't know who he is or they are but they are trying to sell me a different product or service each time they sent me a message. I've just received 10 minutes ago. It read :
RM 0.00: Teach yourself about sexuality, type ON SEX to 32100. (Pelajari rahsia seksualiti anda & pasangan, taip ON SEKS ke 32100. Daftar percuma) by Techexpert.
Where is all these messages coming from? How did they get my number? Did they just sent out their messages to thousands of random numbers? Can the Ministry of Science, Technology and Innovation do anything about this?
People, do smarten up and think before filling up any form, replying any suspicious messages or entering any websites.
I've been giving this some thought for quite some time now..
Currently my laptop is running on 3GB of RAM (Yes the speed is phenomenal!) but it's been having some minor hiccups.
When I switch my laptop on, the screen will not light up, it remains pitch black no matter how long I let it load. My solution to this problem would be to force it to shut down by holding the power button down for a few seconds and start it again approximately one minute after turning it off.
My laptop screen did burned once and I had to sent it for repairs as it was still under warranty when it happened. However the situation was different. When the screen went to Hell for the first time, it showed me a white empty screen. There's nothing on the plain white screen. Nothing happened either after a few minutes. So I knew it was dead.
When my laptop came back, the technician told me that it was because of the RAM. So I went back to the shop where I bought the extra 2GB (My laptop came with 1GB of RAM and was running on Vista) of RAM and got it exchanged with a brand new one.
Now after a few months, my laptop is acting strangely again. It happens around 5% of all the time I switched on my laptop. If it's the RAM acting up again, I have a few choices :
1. Pull out the original 1GB of RAM and live with the 2GB of RAM.
2. Maybe it's because of the 2GB of RAM, so take it out and live with 1GB of RAM.
3. Ignore the signs and continue having speedy performance with 3GB of RAM.
People, advice please? Please be aware that Vista still eats up performance although the Aero function is off.
I don't forward emails but this is something which I want to share with everyone reading my blog. This touching story comes from Rachel K.
I arrived at the address where someone had requested a taxi. I honked but no one came out. I honked again, nothing. So I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets..
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'... 'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly. 'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice'.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued. 'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said.
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. 'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
After reading it, I felt my heart stirred. This is one of the best I've ever come across.
As I read blogs of people who are already in the working world, fear took control of me.
In another 3 years time I'll be finishing my degree and start working. Phase 3 in the life of Vincent Tan. Then I'll start paying bills, rushing for deadlines, coming up with action plans and designing product placement and all those stuff.
This coming August I'll be 21, legal voting age. Last year I hit the big 2-Oh, no longer in the -teen stage anymore. How lah?? Semakin hari semakin tua... I think I'm having Peter Pan disease now and will be finding ways to get back to Neverland and the Lost Boys.
Tinkerbell! I need some fairy dust here!
In another 3 years time I'll be finishing my degree and start working. Phase 3 in the life of Vincent Tan. Then I'll start paying bills, rushing for deadlines, coming up with action plans and designing product placement and all those stuff.
This coming August I'll be 21, legal voting age. Last year I hit the big 2-Oh, no longer in the -teen stage anymore. How lah?? Semakin hari semakin tua... I think I'm having Peter Pan disease now and will be finding ways to get back to Neverland and the Lost Boys.
Tinkerbell! I need some fairy dust here!
Guys what do you do online? After doing all the usual stuff like checking the mail & checking Facebook or Friendster accounts.
Do kindly suggest me some stuff to do online as I'm getting bored after doing the usual stuff. Any free, light but fun online game? Wonderful sites? Interesting articles?
I seriously need a cure for boredom for a few more days as I'll be heading back to Kampung Kampar.
Have you ever wondered about conspiracies in our own Malaysia? That some event might be the result of a cover-up?
In America, they have tons of conspiracy theories. They remain as theories because all of them are not proven but it does suggest a possible situation taking place. UFOs might be top secret military projects or maybe a scouting party from the neighbouring planet or star system. The President of the United States of America has phone numbers of lil green men. Elvis might still be alive and living the rest of his live away from the eyes of the media. Those kind of conspiracies. Do they happen in Malaysia?
Maybe our PM is a part time bomoh? Our friendly mamak recycling his curry and adding addictive ingredients in them? Mat Rempits are actually police cadets?
How about recent events? Snatch thieves and murderers are actually working for a higher syndicate?
Heard any of them? I would love to hear some local conspiracy theories.
In America, they have tons of conspiracy theories. They remain as theories because all of them are not proven but it does suggest a possible situation taking place. UFOs might be top secret military projects or maybe a scouting party from the neighbouring planet or star system. The President of the United States of America has phone numbers of lil green men. Elvis might still be alive and living the rest of his live away from the eyes of the media. Those kind of conspiracies. Do they happen in Malaysia?
Maybe our PM is a part time bomoh? Our friendly mamak recycling his curry and adding addictive ingredients in them? Mat Rempits are actually police cadets?
How about recent events? Snatch thieves and murderers are actually working for a higher syndicate?
Heard any of them? I would love to hear some local conspiracy theories.
..please dun come again another day
I've been coughing for some time now. It began with dry cough, no phlegm. Then it got worse and soon after, the phlegm came.. Now I sound like an apek.. *Cough*Cough*
A US teenager who was thwarted in an attempt to rob an Internet cafe armed with a hidden banana ate the "weapon" before he was arrested, police say.
John Szwalla entered the shop with a banana concealed under his T-shirt and demanded money, saying he had a gun.
The shop's owner and customers overcame the hapless thief and called for help, but they said the teenager ate his "weapon" before the police arrived.
Officers joked they may charge the 17-year-old with destroying evidence.
Bobby Ray Mabe, the owner of 109 Biz Center in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, said police officials took pictures of the banana skin instead.
"If he had had a gun he would've shot me," Mr Mabe told the Winston-Salem Journal newspaper. "But he had a banana."
Mr Szwalla has been charged with attempted armed robbery.All that is left of the suspect's "weapon".
How stupid and desperate can crooks get...
Here's how you do parking in Japan. No more side & reverse parking. So for those who still fail at parking a car, you should move to Tokyo.
With the animated sequel Cars 2 being set to be released in theaters in the middle of 2011 which is still a pretty long time, Pixar has created a series of short clips called “Mater’s Tall Tales”. This is one of them and it is a parody of Tokyo Drift.
The loser will be stripped of all modifications and become... STOCK!!
I'm sure everyone knows Batu Feringgi in Penang for its tourist belts where tons of quirky and pirated stuff can be found. However, the traders there are practising double standards. Here's what happened to me :
Me and me lady was checking out some accessories at a stall. Then a Caucasian tourist came and began to browse through the stall's items as well. Suddenly, the stall owner, an old uncle rudely said in hokkien, "Can you not disturb me doing my business, there are people who are interested in my products. It looks like you are just playing around and not interested in buying them."
Both me and me lady was like what the hell is wrong with you uncle??? You just shooed a potential customer away!
Is this how they should treat their own people? Come on uncle, its not like I do not have the ability to pay for your wares. Any local or foreigner reading this should just boycott them for their snobbish attitude.
If you are asking which uncle is it, his stall is next to a clothes stall which is opposite a stall selling RM4 per piece DVDs.
Two days back I was down with a recurring fever. My body temperature went erratic as it goes up for a couple of hours and then down back for a couple more. Plus my head was spinning right round the whole day.. The idea of me possibly being infected with the swine flu did not hit me at that time as I was too busy going places. So, what if I really did contracted swine flu? What should I do? Round-up all the people I have met and rush to the hospital?
As for the moment, I've already recovered from the tormenting fever, so it's no longer code-RED.
Terminator Salvation, the supposedly last chapter in the war against Skynet looks promising. It has all the elements of the dark & bleak end-of-the-world future. I sense a twist when the preview was shown before Xmen Origins was played the other day. It looks like they (Team Connor, the good fellas) will be using fire to fight fire. Hope I can watch this before duty calls.
A 20B RX3 running in the Caribbean Motor Racing Championship.
While I was blog surfing I found this on Kent's blog. It is Love Story meets Viva La Vida. Now I know why I've always been longing to learn music. Here's Jon Schmidt playing the piano and Steven Sharp Nelson on the cello.
This is the best one in the series. It is a must-watch! There are some surprises thrown in by the director too. Seriously this is good. Two thumbs up!
Have you ever received emails forwarded to you with titles like 'Beware of this guy' or 'Dangerous guy'? I'm sure you have.
And this is how it usually begins :
There's a student from PC1 by the name of XXX has been known as a serious and problematic Casanova (playboy) in PLAYBOYLAND.
Oh and it has a picture of the handsome playboy attached to it too.
I even received one with comments from witnesses of the crime the accused committed.
witness 1# (SOT student)
XXX has been a very nice friend when I started to know him. He's very caring and understanding and he use to treat me very differently from my other girl course mates till one day, I receive his sms telling me that he likes me and hope to be 'special friends' with me. I was touched in the way that he is really caring and he always be there for me when I need him. We've been together for almost 2 weeks when suddenly he changed. Before I was with him, I was still untouched (virgin). But he kept on asking for it and out of love, I gave it to him on our first week of dating. He had a very strong sexual desire that I couldn't stand him for asking it again and again. After that, he started to control my personal life. Wherever I go, I was force to report to him if not he would quarrel with me. I tried to be patient and I keep on telling myself that this boy loves me so I don't bother much even if he tried to control my life. But one day I was shocked to know that he was actually going after my best friend. What worst is, they actually been sexually involved!! After that we broke up and I don't want him to appear ever in my life.
witness 2# (SAD student)
We have been good friends when he was still in Engineering School. But something happened in the middle of our friendship and I tried to stay away from him ever since. I told him once that I've been secretly in love with a girl from another school and he has there to listen to my pourings. Till one day I realize how stupid I am to believe in him. He was actually chasing after the girl I like behind my back. I felt betrayed. What a fool I am to believe in him! Though I never confront him about the incident, but I will never forget about it.
witness 3# (requested to hide the name of her school)
I don't really know XXX in person but I heard a lot about him from few friends of mine. I heard that he'd been going after girls around the college and telling them that they're the only one in his life. One of my friends had even been in touch with him and she told me that he tried to ask for a couple in just one week after they met. But at the same time, he was going after another friend of mine where I accidentally found out when she was chatting with her best friend. What a playboy he is!
witness 4# (secondary school friend)
XXX ah, that guy use to be a geek in our school. He always pretend as if he knows everything. Many time when we were chatting, he would come out suddenly from no where and interrupted out conversations. Almost the guys in our class didn't like him and we tried to ask him to stay away. He was being anti during his days in VI. Well, he finally shifted school at the end. I never heard anything bout him after that till I came to XXX. Never thought he'll be such Casanova. Even better than me. Ha! ha! few girls at a time. What a loser to let people look down on him.
I think that's enough of witness testimonials. In total there were 12 testimonials on XXX.
Then the email ends with an advice to be extra careful around this guy.
However, when some thought is put into it, the accused might be the victim here. Sure, this may look like a community service message by asking people to beware of this 'crazed' fellow but it may also be an attack when he is accused of crimes he did not commit.
We should also question the credibility of the author when reading emails like these. Who is the author? What are his/her motives of doing this? Is he/she a jealous friend? Did he/she do this out of hatred? Vengeance? Or is he/she really trying to inform?
These kind of emails should be taken with a pinch of salt. What you are reading is just being told from one perspective. The witness testimonials might even be the work of the author him/herself. There is always two sides to a coin. Think about it.
It's pretty amazing how maths can be this interesting. I wish it was that interesting when it is taught. I never liked Maths but somehow I'm intrigue by how all these funny things work. There, try it :
Don't tell me your age; you probably would tell a falsehood anyway
-but the Hershey Man will know! YOUR AGE BY CHOCOLATE MATH
1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to have chocolate (more than once but less than 10)
2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold)
3. Add 5
4. Multiply it by 50 -- I'll wait while you get the calculator
5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1759 ..
If you haven't, add 1758.
6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.
You should have a three digit number
The first digit of this was your original number
(i.e., how many times you want to have chocolate each week).
The next two numbers are
YOUR AGE! (Oh YES, it is!!!!!)
THIS IS THE ONLY YEAR (2009) IT WILL EVER WORK, SO SPREAD IT AROUND WHILE IT LASTS.
At last finals are over. At last another semester ends. At last my Foundation program is complete. At last I can proceed to my degree.
The bags were packed and I was ready to head back home. I was filled with relief as I am free now. I have all the time in the world now to do anything I feel like. I can continue playing my FFXII. I can play tag with my dog. I can DOTA all day long. However, this is not the only feeling I am experiencing.
As I sat in the car and started my journey back, the sense of relief began to fade as melancholy begins its dreaded march to my heart. I sat in the car quietly as memories of TA1 started to run through my mind. The moments we share together, both happy and sad. The assignments and presentations that we went through. The subjects we learnt. The lecturers and tutors who taught us, each of them with their own unique personality. The class trips. The yamcha sessions. The pictures we took. The laughter and hardship we share. The places we went together. All of it started to flash though my mind's eye, it was like sitting in front of a power point presentation slides, it was still so vivid, it was like it just happened yesterday.
In reality, 3 semesters had passed by. We have been TA1 for a year now. In the next semester, some of us will go our separate ways. Some of us will have a new goals. Some of us will have a new set of friends. Some of us will have a new lifestyle. Some of us will have different fashion sense. And maybe even some of us will have a new attitude. Whatever it is, I hope that all of us will still remain friends.
I was on the trunk road out of Kampar when I saw a grey Kenari went the other way. It reminded me of two friends who is going to leave Kampar campus to continue on with their degree. The last time I saw both of them was before I went for the battle in Finance. I spoke to one but I only exchanged glances with the other. A tinge of regret stained my soul as I regretted for not spending more time with the both of you.
I soon realised that it has been a wonderful year with you guys by my side, the only disappointment I have is not having a proper farewell. Again I hope we will remain friends forever. Good luck to all of you and do take care.
At last what is cooped up inside is released. At last thoughts are bounded by words. At last a year has ended. At last this post is done. At last every good thing must come to an end.
When Dr. Mahathir was Prime Minister of Malaysia
One lousy day in the middle of the economic crisis, PM Mahathir was feeling extremely frustrated and wondering how a neighboring country can be doing better than Malaysia .
One of his aides said, I heard that the leaders consult Feng Shui masters to ensure prosperity for the country. Dr Mahathir thought if that was the case, Malaysia Bomoh also can, and went to seek the top bomoh's advice in the country.
After reviewing the case, the bomoh told Dr M that there were 2 things that he must do:
Bomoh: Step 1 - You must blame the crisis on SOROS for everything.
Dr M: But Why?
Bomoh: Because SOROS stands for 'Speculate On Ringgit Or Stocks'. You must blame him, and look at ways to control the ringgit and stock market.
Bomoh: Step 2 - You must get rid of ANWAR.
Dr M: What! why him?
Bomoh: Because ANWAR stands for 'A Nation Without Any Ringgit'.
Dr M: But how? This is most difficult to do, he is popular with the people.
Bomoh: Aiyoh, you bodoh lah! Look at your name, MAHATHIR.
Make Anwar Homosexual And Then Highlight It Repeatedly
This one lagi best. The latest according to the trend.
Subject:
M.A.H.A.T.H.I.R
This is a new acronymn... stands for:
Must
Always
Hantam
Abdullah
Till
He
Is
Removed
From a forwarded email
It began with this :
A son says to his father: 'Dad, would you be willingly to run a
marathon with me?'
The father, despite his age and a heart disease, says 'YES'.
And they run that marathon, together.
The son asks: 'Dad, can you run another marathon with me?' Again father says 'YES'.
They run another marathon, together.
One day the son asks his father: 'Dad would please do the Iron Man with me?'
Now just in case you wouldn't know, 'The Iron Man' is the toughest triathlon in existence: 4km swimming, then 180 km by bike, and finally another 42 km running, in one stroke.
Again father says 'YES'.
And ended with this :
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