Chloe

Warning: This blog post might be hard to see due to its conflicting colours.

I am going to write the entire blog in RED, in honour of CHLOE, my dear friend, who has just passed away.

I have met Chloe when I was in Foundation 2009, Semester 2. We both met at Introduction to Sociology class. The first day we met, I remembered passing the attendance list to her and she passed it back to me, thinking I hadn't signed. Then from there, we started talking. She said my face is familiar throughout the lecture halls. She said she could see me everywhere. Then I jokingly replied saying I never saw her before. She said, 'Because I am not famous mah!' Then I shot back, 'I famous meh?' Then she laughed...

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I am sorry for taking your photos without permission. But would you allow me to spread your heart to everyone?

When I saw Chloe, the first impression was: RED. She had a red scarf across her neck, a pair of red sneakers, holding a red file with a red pencil box in her bag. Even her handphone was red.

RED, was her signature. (And always be)

She had a wonderful personality. She was hardworking. She could finish the entire Socio assignment in just a week and passed to me for checking. I didn't know how she did that. And I will never know for now. Her speed and diligence had made me comfortable throughout Sem 2 because she had lifted off a burden of assignment list from my mind, so I can focus the other 5 assignments.

Her voice was confident. She knew what she was doing. And you could never take a second chance. Her presentation skills had made my jaw dropped. Despite certain 'uhs' and 'ahs', she could finish the presentation smoothly and answered our tutor's questions well.

Besides that, she was fun and exciting. I remembered we were having a Midterm examination. She and her gang wore all RED into class and sat the last row. I admired her leadership and her attitudes. That RED WAVE in the lecture hall will burn in my mind forever.

Then, we never saw each other again...

Till degree year 1, I saw you rushing by when I was rushing by as well. We just said 'hi' to each other and rushed to class respectively.

A short 'hi'. But a friendly smile. That accounts for EVERYTHING.

Yet, I have never expected you to go so quickly.

It was a shock, yes, and I can't help blaming myself for not blessing you much. I thought it was... ah, never mind...

You have made my life to see RED in a different perspective (because I used to dislike RED, it is so feminine). You taught me what are GANGS. You taught me how to be diligent. You taught me to find humour in every aspect of life.

Your RED, is your passion. Your life.

Now, I cannot say something to you in person anymore. But I know:

YOU ARE BEING SENT TO HEAVEN TO PAINT OUR SKIES WITH STARS THAT SHINE ON US AND PROTECT US.

IN RETURN, WE SHALL TAKE YOUR STARS AND REMEMBER YOU IN OUR HEARTS, SPREADING LOVE TO EVERYONE WE KNOW.

WE WILL NOT MISS YOU
BECAUSE

YOU ARE ALWAYS IN OUR HEART

FOREVER

R.I.P.

Need your comments on this!

Hard to say this, let's name this individual 'X'. And here is the story. Hope you can give lots of comments about it!

X has a great result. But his attitude sucks. Not to mention he made his own mother cries more than 5 times in a month. Question: who can tolerate this? And yet, each time he NEVER apologises. LOL!

This is not the main problem though. Let's start off with something personal:

He had a laptop a long, long time ago. But due to his carelessness, his monitor screen began to dim, then the plug became loose and then the monitor lost its hinge. For your information, the laptop hangs. God knows what he did to his laptop. It just... SPOILED!

Then his brother and his mum shared a laptop. And he envied them for having a better laptop than his. So one day, after his family sent him back to his university, he called on the next day, demanding a new laptop because he needed to complete his Sociology assignment.

Now, you see, the university is located 2.5 hours away from his house and how was his family going to send another laptop? Due to this complication, his mum was forced to call her sister and bring the laptop his brother and mum shared to his university. For your information, his mum's sister is living 5 hours away from him.

So, she just went THERE to give him the laptop.

Fastforward. So now he owns the laptop which his brother supposed to have. And because his brother was entering a new university, he needed a new laptop. So, his mum's sister gave him a brand new one. Even faster than before.

Next, when X came home for holidays, he saw his brother having a laptop and of course, he envied as well. He kept saying things like 'wow, nice laptop'.

Then, an unfortunate thing happened. The laptop crashed. Fortunately, the semester was closing in and he didn't have to use the laptop. But still, his aunt gave him ANOTHER laptop (stop confusing here. draw a mindmap instead) with RAM up to 1GB. (Caution: in X's family, no one had a computer capable of having 1GB)

Again, the laptop spoiled because of the display chip problem. This time was a serious one. The semester had just begun and he needed to complete his assignment. So he asked his mum what to do. Mum told him to stay calm and she will fetch the ORIGINAL laptop he owned BEFORE (that is the one X was using).

But again, X argued and hurt his own mum's feelings. He said laptop are supposed to be 'personal' and couldn't lend to anyone. Then he stormed upstairs by accusing his own mother of wasting his time talking nonsense. (Get the picture)

Of course, that night, his mother cried.

So, as X's brother is in dire need of laptop, his mum forced to use X's brother's loan to buy a new laptop. And now, he is still using it.

Get the picture?

No, it isn't finish yet.

Then, X's piano teacher chose him to be the MC of the award ceremony whereas his two other brothers perform. X rejected.

You know what X said?

He said, he had lost contact with music for a long time, so he cannot be an MC.

EXCUSE ME, who said be an MC must have specific knowledge on that? Last time he was an MC for POPULAR bookfair and did he had a specific knowledge on books? Anyway, he scrapped that reason off with saying 'that's not the same thing!'

He just said he is not free, busy, sick and so on.

But the ceremony was a month later. Sunday. How on Earth can anyone BUSY on SUNDAY from 8am to 11am?

Those are just LAME excuses. So when his brother called him to tell him the details, he just SHUT OFF the phone.

LOL!~~~

Besides, X said his brother was never a brother before and deleted him out from Facebook. LOL! What a childish behavior!

And, when his mum told him his public relation skills are poor, he said, he only treat his family like this, but public he won't be like that.

SO WHAT DO YOU ALL THINK?

Of Lamb and Duck

Honestly speaking, I don't like chicken meat anymore.

(Conscious: What about KFC?)
I haven't take it for YEARS!
(Conscious: What about McD?)
For 15 years I have not take that!

Roasted chicken, Steam chicken, fried chicken, BBQ chicken, seared chicken, grilled chicken, panfried chicken, boiled chicken, poached chicken.... ALL THOSE ARE A BIG CROSS FOR ME!

Reason?
It's disgusting to eat chicken with those hormones and antibiotics. I don't rule out the possibilities that other meat might have those as well, but come on, besides beef, chicken is the 2nd largest market share of eating in the WORLD. To increase supply, those are necessary actions.

Now, my mum bought me a roasted duck. I never liked duck drumstick until yesterday. The drumstick was so juicy. When you chew it, the juice just burst and fill your mouth with all the aroma and herbs. The meat is so tender that you thought you are eating a fish. Every chew is a satisfaction to the MAX!

Lamb. My favourite meat. People complain lamb having a weird smell. Well, let me tell you this. Those are not smell unless you buy the wrong lamb. I don't see this probem at all. The meat is firm and when you chew it, the meat just melts! Special offer: go to Ola-Ola Cafe in Ipoh, somewhere near Jusco... SUPERB!!!

Well, anyway, I don't see the point of writing blog... Just me being gelojoh....

Tchuss!

Kiasu Kamparians

WARNING: Readers' discretion advised. The following post contained harsh language which is inappropriate for readers below 13 or any equivalent age in any region


I can't stand it anymore!
(Conscious: Sit down lah!)
[Shut up, conscious! I'm angry here!]

You know what, Kampar students, specifically UTARians who drive cars, MOST of them are SOOOOOO KIASU! Because of that, many cyclists' lives are in danger. F it!

Incident #1
One day, I was cycling to school. I was at the bridge crossing the lake in the campus. Then I have to cross to the other side to reach for the shortcut near Block A which will lead me directly to Block B. But the point is, I was cycling on the right shoulder of the road. So, I have to cross the road to reach to the left and take that ramp down.

I look ahead (or the incoming traffic): NO CARS.
I look behind (or the tailing traffic): ONE CAR, but it is about 500m away with a bump between us.

Decision: CROSS

Then guess what? The car behind began to speed up incredibly. So fast that the driver ignored the road bump and just rammed over just to drive through before I could cross.

At that moment, I was already at the middle of the road. I was like: WHAT THE HELL? Do you honestly think a cyclist will make you LATE for school? By the way, you are so far. Even after I crossed the road, you still hadn't reach me. IDIOT!


Incident #2
Me and my friend was trying to cross the Westlake Homes junction. We were going to Harvard. When we reached the junction, we did all we did.

Look left: NO CARS
Look right: A FEW. But they were at the Guard house. Too far to take into consideration.

And so, we crossed.

Just as we cycled one full round, the cars began to pick up speed and zoom so fast. We thought we were going to be killed. Even the guards were also stunned. Come on, drivers! We are just cyclists crossing the road. We know we are slow, because WE DON'T HAVE AN ENGINE!!! But can't you just be patient while we cross the road about 1 KILOMETRE away???


Incident #3
This thing happened today. In the morning. 9.05am.

I cycled out of my house and prepared to go to school. There was this Kenari parking at Beijing houses (I was cycling on the Oxford houses side. So we are just opposite each other). The driver apparently was picking up 4 passengers. The engine was still off and the passengers was about to board the Kenari.

So, I ignored them. I just kept my lane and continued cycling. But when I approached the Kenari, that driver just got insane. He quickly ignited the engine and swerved his car to make a U-turn so fast that his passenger hadn't even close the door after boarding. The U-turn was made 3 INCHES away from my bike.

GODDAMN!

You want me to get KILLED is it? I am cycling. So what if I passed your car first? This is not a race at all.

CHILDISH! RETARDED!


Incident #4
Speeding.

Yup. This is a common situation in Kampar. Speed.

I hate them. Speed for what? Like Chinese always curses: 'You speed for can't wait to get reincarnate, is it?'

The students driving sucks. Drive so fast, thinking very 'yeng'. Then before the road bump, they apply brake (or they sometimes don't), then continue speeding AGAIN.

When bumps were made in Kampar, they complained like old ladies of the bumps being too high.

Excuse me, if you don't speed, THERE WON'T BE A SPEED BUMP! IDIOT!!!


Incident #5
Along the road leading to YumYum, erm, I mean from the Westlake Guard post to YumYum that road, is an EXTREMELY DANGEROUS place to cycle.

Cars speed and come out of nowhere without warning.

So, the authorities made a few bumps.

BUT THAT DIDN"T MAKE A HELLUVA DIFFERENCE!!!

You see, there is a red lane on both sides of the road. Those are for cyclists. And the bumps are stretched over the bitumen road, but not the red lanes.

And so, those bastards, they drive on the red lane just to avoid the bumps.

HEY! CAN'T YOU SEE THERE ARE CYCLISTS THERE??? DON'T YOU KNOW THAT'S A CYCLIST'S LANE???

FUCK!!!

LOL...

It seems like the 'Male vs Female' post has received lots of comments and remarks...

But hey, like I've said, it's just a posting, not something to discriminate sex.

I am just telling how girls and boys learn in my keyboard class.

Differences between genders actually brings fun.

You will be bored if the genders act the same.

Right?

LOL

Male vs Female

Today's topic eh? It's NOT about me being sex discriminate. I am talking about my experience. Just don't judge me too quick ok? I am trying to tell a story here. True story. Period.

Problem statement: Does girls learn music faster than boys?
Hypothesis: Girls learn music in a more efficient way and faster than boys.

Variables:
Fixed: 10 boys and 10 girls of the age range between 18 to 24, a song called 'Eine Klein Nachtmusik', same tutor
Manipulated: Introduction of different stages of music
Responding: Blurriness

Procedure:

It was like this. I teaches keyboard for 2 semesters now in the university. Nothing great. Just beginner class. And I find myself teaching a lot more girls than boys. However, I always strike equality of two genders. So I teach equal number of males and females.

As the teaching goes, I realise that girls have a lot of problem in picking up timings, beats and notes. They just can't get it. They just frown and look at you in an accusing way as you did not do your job well. What can I say? I did pretty well eh. I have already explained everything.

Never mind, I guess. I approach them and teach them. And here they are asking all sorts of weird questions. 'Why must draw like this?'. 'Why when the notes getting higher means we have to play higher in the keyboard?', 'I don't understand half-count. Is there a three quarter count? Why must there be quarters anyway? No whole numbers?'

Yeah, that sort of questions.

How I answer? Easy. Quick. Correct. That is:
ask the goddamn first musicians.

Nawh. I didn't answer them like this. I still tell them the answers. (Pardon me, blogspot doesn't allow me to write much here)

But the whole point is, at the end of the class, they still don't know what they are supposed to do. Then I tell them to practise at home and play for me for next week.

1 day
2 days
3 days
4 days...

When the week comes, they smile and says: 'I don't know how to play.'

That's it?
THAT'S IT?
I mean like, THAT'S THE REASON OR EXCUSE???

Of course again, I teach them one more time. Well the result is obviously clear. It repeats the story I've just told you.

Period.

Optical Illusion

WARNING: If you feel dizzy, close one eye. Don't close both or it will increase the uneasiness.

Watch how it twists and distorts

Stare at it, then look at other areas of the same picture.

Stare at it and you will see it growing and pulsing

Oh I see

After several years, I realise I like to guide someone. Erm, how to say this... To be honest, I like to guide only ONE single person rather than a group. I always tend to take care and teach whatever I know to him or her.





EVIDENCE:


Primary 6


I taught and took great care of a girl. I taught her how to type good formal letters to the ministry department.





Secondary 1


I taught my friend how to be a good prefect whereas I sucks at being a prefect that time. He was later a debater and a secretary





Secondary 2


I was forced to take care and guide a junior which I hated the most. But this relationship turns out to be complicated and chaotic. It ends tragically





Secondary 4


Again, I guide the one from above





Secondary 5


I took another person instead. Taught him how to work his way to the Division Heads. I have failed because I finished study before I could guide him further.





Another one from Secondary 2. He pleaded to me to teach him English. He got it finally.





Foundation Sem 1


Had a great friend, but somehow too much TTM-ing, creating unwanted misunderstandings. Akibatnya, I lost everything. Well, almost.





Foundation Sem 2


A friend found me. Not I found him, like all other years. I taught him Webpage patiently and helped him with the assignments. He failed his Webpage. But I was relieved he made it through finally.





Degree Sem 1


Guided a lost friend. Although his information processing skills need to improve in many orders of magnitude, I still find that it is impossible to guide forever. His speed will drag me slower in my own progress.





Degree Sem 2


JUST found a person I wish to guide. But judging on the history, I believe it will end disastrously as well. So, control myself...

Selipar and Seluar Pendek

'Cik, tak bleh pakai selipar dan seluar pendek ya!'
'Tapi dulu saya...'
'Ah, itu dulu, Ni sekarang. Ingat. Kalau kena tangkap, denda RM10 ya!'
'Oh, ok...'

And so, the little girl continued her tiresome cycle, cursing the university for such matter.
'What is this huh? Slippers also not allowed to be in campus! That stupid Jaga!'

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.... wait

Before you curse the Jaga OR the university, think about yourself
As a student, did you respect yourself? Why are you wearing shorts to school?
School is a very disciplined place. Keep your fashion for your shopping, not studying. By the way, who cares if you wear such funky costumes?

If you wear less, you are humiliating yourself and the surrounding people. To be frank, you look like a prostitute more than a student.

Slippers? Oh come on, are you thinking you are going to the bathroom or what?

Speechless



PAKAI OTAK SIKIT!!!

Moonlight Lovers

This is a love song composed by me for my own novel. The characters in this song are Herphecius and Tyrus. They were once lovers, but later they separated because Tyrus has gone to a faraway place. Now, this song is about both of them singing under the moonlight at the same time but at a different place.

Red: Herphecius
Blue: Tyrus

Can you see the silver moon that sails so full and shiny white
All the stars come out and hold it all the night?
You are like the silver moon and I am holding all the night
But I feel that you are slipping out of sight.

Can you listen to my voice now screaming in the dark?
WIshing you are somehow here...
I am wondering if I have really have any love luck
Because I have lost you and the voice I hear...

You said I am a shadow
and you're just like the red sun,
I will tell you what I do know
wrong is the shadow and sun
because the shadow stays behind
when the sun shines up a front

In the night I always pray that you are here
In the night I want you whisper in my ear
In the night I need you to hug me so near
Can you hear my voice tonight?
Can you please come back to me?
Do you know what we're once called?
I tell you we're Moonlight Lovers...

When I see the silver moon that sails so full and shiny white
I know my heart starts to shatter in pieces
I am sorry that I never tell you where I have gone to
But I want you wait for me, dear...

I can hear you voices in me telling me "come back,
I have been waiting for you."
I can tell you how sorry I'm for leaving you that night
All I want to say is "Please forgive me dear."

I am the red sun for you (I am a shadow)
You're the rshadow in my heart (You're the sun)
Together we'll be forever till the time the darkness swept
In the night we'll be together, in the dreams as true lovers

In the night I always pray that you are here
In the night I want you whisper in my ear
In the night I need you to hug me so near
Can you hear my voice right now?
Can you promise what you've said?
My dear I will promise you
I will never ever leave you

I am not a mere shadow
I am not a mere red sun
We are trees and the silver moon
We hold each other as one

I miss you every day and night
When the sun and moon shines bright
When we'll be together again
like we used to be before?
In the moonlight I pray you're safe always
So when I come back I can see your face...

In the night I always pray that you are here
In the night I want you whisper in my ear
In the night I need you to huge me so near
We were once called Moonlight Lovers...

Can you see the silver moon that sails so full and shiny white
Yes I know that you are calling after me
Will you promise that you will come back quickly to my side
Yes I will return as fast as I can be

I am counting how many days
you have left me here
without any word to say
I am counting how many steps
before I reach home
My heart telling me that I'll soon be home...