Sometimes, we find ourselves in difficult situations. We find ourselves having to choose between those that we love most. Those that we treasure and cherish. We find ourselves having to let go, because time and circumstance do not permit. And yet, we cannot. The more we try, the more our heart tugs at us, making us feel guilty for sacrificing something that we love. But we have to.
I'm talking about books. :P
So here's the situation. I have to choose which books to bring with me to INTEC (not bringing is not an option) and I have stuck to the minimum. But I still have 1518 pages measuring 12cm thick. I can't possibly bring them all as I have limited real estate. Besides, I'm planning to get more books. So I need to free up some space.
But these are the books that I read when I need some cheering up / de-stressing / inspiration! And one of them is a book I just bought which I am dying to read.
1) Fragile Things (3 cm)
2) Stardust (1.5 cm)
3) Middlesex (3.5 cm) ~untouched
4) The andrew book (2cm)
5) The BLUE book (2cm)
How do I choose? Need some help here, dearies.
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By the way, I had one application and he was so adorable I decided to take him. Readers, say hi to Wall-e. Thanks Ng, for the referral :)
Friday, June 27
Monday, June 23
Work For Me!
I am heading to Shah Alam on the 29th this month and I am currently wrapping up my preparations. Only a few odds and ends left to tidy up. Namely, lost socks and faulty pens. My family seems to be silently betting on how long I can last before I start complaining. Hah. We'll see about that! But just to make sure, can you dear people help me out? If anyone fits the bill, please let me know.
Requirements:
WANTED
PERSONAL ASSISTANT
PERSONAL ASSISTANT
Requirements:
- Infinite patience
- Above average intelligence
- Responsible
- Physically fit
- Doesn't require sleep
- Degree in cordon bleu cooking
- Degree in roti canai making
- Degree in laundry
- Degree in doing 5 things at once
- Owns a car and a license
- Laundry -washing, drying, ironing
- Transport -anywhere, anytime
- Food -the best, or I'll do a Ramsay
- Homework -when I don't want to do it (I am kind)
- Security -from annoying people and cats
- Thank you's and encouragements
- Who needs more?
Friday, June 20
Finding the funny in the unfunny
I am amazed that people are still complaining about the method in which JPA scholarships are -for a better word- 'awarded'. Time to move on, don't you think? Anyway, I am not going to agree nor disagree with this guy. It would bore my dear readers (hint: ejane) and frankly, I am too lazy to try to be serious and intelligent.
Let's cut to the chase. He said (for those of you too lazy to read his long and repetitive letter):
O-k-a-y... Fine and dandy. Your usual letter of complaint. But then, he said this!
Manglish Alert
Wah liau! You want my address ah?! Siau meh?! Thank god no one idiot enough to give you my address, man! What the hell do you want my address for?! Want to see how many hectares of garden i have? Want to see how many BMWs I have? What you want to do? Burn my house? Mogok in my porch? Bomb my (very expensive) fuel tank?
This dude seriously needs to rethink his request for addresses to be made public. Homes are where folks seek rest and respite. And a certain degree of privacy. And a credible illusion of safety. If the government publishes my address to the general public, I can guarantee you all that sense of security will vanish.
I know I'm being paranoid and unrealistic. But that was the impression I got when I read it. And that was what made me laugh! Addresses! Give me a break.
Know what the best part is? This dude is from Taiping.
Excuse me while I drop by a pet shop to get me a Rottweiler.
Let's cut to the chase. He said (for those of you too lazy to read his long and repetitive letter):
Most of the unsuccessful candidates who appealed seem to have all the requirements but failed in the interview
How the two interviewers manage to identify potential candidates in such a subjective manner is beyond me.
The PSD must come clean if it is to convince the people that their activities are ethically correct.
There are many complaints about children of well-to-do people receiving these scholarships.
O-k-a-y... Fine and dandy. Your usual letter of complaint. But then, he said this!
Any perceived lack of transparency can be dispelled if only the PSD publishes the list of candidates and the addresses (!) of those who got this privilege.
Manglish Alert
Wah liau! You want my address ah?! Siau meh?! Thank god no one idiot enough to give you my address, man! What the hell do you want my address for?! Want to see how many hectares of garden i have? Want to see how many BMWs I have? What you want to do? Burn my house? Mogok in my porch? Bomb my (very expensive) fuel tank?
This dude seriously needs to rethink his request for addresses to be made public. Homes are where folks seek rest and respite. And a certain degree of privacy. And a credible illusion of safety. If the government publishes my address to the general public, I can guarantee you all that sense of security will vanish.
I know I'm being paranoid and unrealistic. But that was the impression I got when I read it. And that was what made me laugh! Addresses! Give me a break.
Know what the best part is? This dude is from Taiping.
Excuse me while I drop by a pet shop to get me a Rottweiler.
Monday, June 16
listening to an auntie chewing gum
I bumped into a friend of my aunt's today. She started to talk to me. The topic inevitably steers towards my education, a topic I always try to avoid. The reason being, once old aunties know that I got a scholarship, they'll start showering me with praises and exultations on how I am making my parents proud and how clever I am and how lucky I am and yada yada yada. Gah. So I got a scholarship. Big deal. Let us all hang banners, throw confetti and declare a public holiday!
Anyway, allow me to analyse our conversation. I promise to keep it brief because that auntie is really a talker. If noise wasn't coming out of her mouth, I could have sworn she was chewing gum.
Her: So you finish Form 5 already?
Me: Yes.
Her: How was your SPM?
Me: OK lah.
Her: Your result how?
Me: OK lah.
Her: How many A? (she doesn't give up, does she?)
Me: 12
Her: Wah! 12! Good! Got scholarship?
Me: (groaning inwardly) Got.
Her: What scholarship?
Me: JPA.
Her: Waaahh... Very good ha! JPA is a very good scholarship! They pay for everything! Your future taken care of! It's so hard to get the scholarship. You are so lucky, you know? They only give it to the top students in Malaysia. Your parents must be so proud of you. They are also very lucky got a daughter like you! Get JPA is like kena beh pio. Everything paid for!
hahahahahahahahha.. She is obviously a noob in this. I can't even begin to list down everything wrong about what she said! It is not a very good scholarship, they don't pay for everything, my future is far from taken care of, they don't only give it to the top (or I wouldn't have got it), anybody who has me for a daughter deserves to be pitied and I'd much rather "kena beh pio".
Of course, she said much more than what I typed here but I didn't bother to remember. To the uninitiated, 'beh pio' means lottery. Think 4D. And believe me, she wasn't the first. Nor, I suspect, the last person to talk to me like I was a prize pig.
The only reason why I decided to write about her is as a reminder to myself.
A reminder that the majority can be wrong. A reminder that something is not 'good' just because a lot of people say so. A reminder to form my own opinions, not to rely on the wisdom of the crowd. A reminder to check up on whatever I am told, not to rely on hearsay.
And also a sad reminder that no matter what I do, I am stuck in this 'majority mentality' vortex, dubiously honoured with this scholarship that shackles me to the admiration of people like her. Admiration that I do not welcome nor relish.
I wish I kena beh pio :) then I could have funded my own education! And the painfully one-sided conversation might have ended sooner.
Anyway, allow me to analyse our conversation. I promise to keep it brief because that auntie is really a talker. If noise wasn't coming out of her mouth, I could have sworn she was chewing gum.
Her: So you finish Form 5 already?
Me: Yes.
Her: How was your SPM?
Me: OK lah.
Her: Your result how?
Me: OK lah.
Her: How many A? (she doesn't give up, does she?)
Me: 12
Her: Wah! 12! Good! Got scholarship?
Me: (groaning inwardly) Got.
Her: What scholarship?
Me: JPA.
Her: Waaahh... Very good ha! JPA is a very good scholarship! They pay for everything! Your future taken care of! It's so hard to get the scholarship. You are so lucky, you know? They only give it to the top students in Malaysia. Your parents must be so proud of you. They are also very lucky got a daughter like you! Get JPA is like kena beh pio. Everything paid for!
hahahahahahahahha.. She is obviously a noob in this. I can't even begin to list down everything wrong about what she said! It is not a very good scholarship, they don't pay for everything, my future is far from taken care of, they don't only give it to the top (or I wouldn't have got it), anybody who has me for a daughter deserves to be pitied and I'd much rather "kena beh pio".
Of course, she said much more than what I typed here but I didn't bother to remember. To the uninitiated, 'beh pio' means lottery. Think 4D. And believe me, she wasn't the first. Nor, I suspect, the last person to talk to me like I was a prize pig.
The only reason why I decided to write about her is as a reminder to myself.
A reminder that the majority can be wrong. A reminder that something is not 'good' just because a lot of people say so. A reminder to form my own opinions, not to rely on the wisdom of the crowd. A reminder to check up on whatever I am told, not to rely on hearsay.
And also a sad reminder that no matter what I do, I am stuck in this 'majority mentality' vortex, dubiously honoured with this scholarship that shackles me to the admiration of people like her. Admiration that I do not welcome nor relish.
I wish I kena beh pio :) then I could have funded my own education! And the painfully one-sided conversation might have ended sooner.
Friday, June 13
even rulers deserve obits
This used to be a ruler...
It was a fine ruler. Straight edged and accurately calibrated.
It had served valiantly in Math exams. And Science.
Its integrity in measurements was impeccable. It never lied.
It was an honest-to-goodness, down-to-earth, pure-bred ruler.
Unfortunately, it was hit by Hurricane Shen.
A moment of silence, please. For a David who couldn't conquer his Goliath...
It was a fine ruler. Straight edged and accurately calibrated.
It had served valiantly in Math exams. And Science.
Its integrity in measurements was impeccable. It never lied.
It was an honest-to-goodness, down-to-earth, pure-bred ruler.
Unfortunately, it was hit by Hurricane Shen.
A moment of silence, please. For a David who couldn't conquer his Goliath...
Sign of madness #1 : writing obituaries for inanimate objects
Tuesday, June 3
driving row inmate
I still remember the day miss oejane pulled out her bright yellow Spongebob key chain. It has a car key attached to it. A car key. The first of my friends to drive! Many have followed. One even had the perseverance to fail 4 times *salute!*
I remember that day because it was the beginning of a very VERY long wait to my own driver's license. Being 1 year younger than my bunch of friends, I face an extended sentence. Having to wait till mid-October simply adds to the ke-kns-an! Imagine this! One by one they started zipping round Taiping, coming and going as they wish, not tied down by waiting Mummies and AhKongs. And suiying, too young to drive, not allowed to ride a bike, left all alone at the mercy of whoever is fetching her home because her house is too far from everyone else's for a lift...
It doesn't help either that my friends keep highlighting the fact that every single one of them would be P (for professional) even before I take undang. And that even Beh would be driving confidently by the time I register. And that even shorty Yan can drive (and actually see past the wheel). And that the world might end before I can take to the roads. And that self-transport is very convenient. Jane, you are guiltiest. Lucky for you, I love you too much to strangle you.
Torture. I feel like a bird would feel if its wings were clipped. Time is the only thing standing between me and independence! Being able to go anywhere I want to by myself. I'm mature enough to drive already. I know the rules and I know how a car works. I know what precautionary measures to take and I know what to do in an emergency. I am unable to panic under high pressure. I know how to use the mirrors. I know how to drive safe. I just need that little thing called a license. Yes, based on purely selfish reasons, I think licenses should be given based on one's maturity, not age alone.
But NO... I have to wait till October to be legal and till November to take my practicals. That is like a wait of 21 months from the moment I started longing to drive. Tell me that is a short wait and I will tie you to the nose of a Boeing 747. Speaking of airplanes - Jane, it is possible to get a private pilot license in 3 months if you put in 5 hours a week. Minimum age is 17.
That piece of information has just upped my frustration. Can you imagine? Our buddy miss oejane can FLY even before i can begin to DRIVE. Garrh.
The day I drive will be a perfect perfect day.
The day I drive past JANE would be absolutely heaven.
The day I drive seems an eternity away...
I remember that day because it was the beginning of a very VERY long wait to my own driver's license. Being 1 year younger than my bunch of friends, I face an extended sentence. Having to wait till mid-October simply adds to the ke-kns-an! Imagine this! One by one they started zipping round Taiping, coming and going as they wish, not tied down by waiting Mummies and AhKongs. And suiying, too young to drive, not allowed to ride a bike, left all alone at the mercy of whoever is fetching her home because her house is too far from everyone else's for a lift...
It doesn't help either that my friends keep highlighting the fact that every single one of them would be P (for professional) even before I take undang. And that even Beh would be driving confidently by the time I register. And that even shorty Yan can drive (and actually see past the wheel). And that the world might end before I can take to the roads. And that self-transport is very convenient. Jane, you are guiltiest. Lucky for you, I love you too much to strangle you.
Torture. I feel like a bird would feel if its wings were clipped. Time is the only thing standing between me and independence! Being able to go anywhere I want to by myself. I'm mature enough to drive already. I know the rules and I know how a car works. I know what precautionary measures to take and I know what to do in an emergency. I am unable to panic under high pressure. I know how to use the mirrors. I know how to drive safe. I just need that little thing called a license. Yes, based on purely selfish reasons, I think licenses should be given based on one's maturity, not age alone.
But NO... I have to wait till October to be legal and till November to take my practicals. That is like a wait of 21 months from the moment I started longing to drive. Tell me that is a short wait and I will tie you to the nose of a Boeing 747. Speaking of airplanes - Jane, it is possible to get a private pilot license in 3 months if you put in 5 hours a week. Minimum age is 17.
That piece of information has just upped my frustration. Can you imagine? Our buddy miss oejane can FLY even before i can begin to DRIVE. Garrh.
The day I drive will be a perfect perfect day.
The day I drive past JANE would be absolutely heaven.
The day I drive seems an eternity away...
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