tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9530534738792465192024-02-19T00:35:24.489-08:00thangesthangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-46943549064048539402019-05-13T05:22:00.000-07:002019-05-13T05:41:09.661-07:00Stargazing with gratitude.<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The interesting thing about life is that one moment you can be as positive as a child with a cookie and the very next, have that cookie taken away from you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This happens when we give credit and attention to all that happens around us. I did so too, until today when I started paying attention to how i stuttered.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was teased during my younger days. If it was not for my role of being a prefect in school, i would have drowned in self-pity, and would never have came this far. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">To all parents reading this, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Your children are watching you. They take after you. That is a given. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But please watch them too, especially cues on speech and auditory abilities. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I think i was lucky to have the nerve that i did when i enrolled for a public speaking contest at school without any preparation. I was only thinking about how this is my one shot to get over my fear of public speaking. The paper i held was drenched in sweat as i read from it. My knees started wobbling. I looked up occasionally, making eye contact with the distant floor. I was not aiming for a prize. At the tender age of 15, I had no idea where this nerve came from and i think a future self gave me that push. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I still stutter now but i dont give it much attention. Singing became my expression tool then. Now the singing has ceased and the talking has gone beyond words and beyond thought. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I feel the need to be a circumspect now. To be wary. To say good and wise things, even if it comes out as a stutter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Because what matters is not how you say but what you say. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As I type this, I have moderated sessions, emce-ed regional and international programmes, gave speeches on different platforms, etc. I'm yet to do it well but from where i came from, i have made so much progress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> I am 29 this year and I look back at my 15 year old self, stargazing with gratitude.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-45334605989848533822014-11-09T20:46:00.000-08:002014-11-09T20:47:29.465-08:00Keep Calm & discuss.<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Marina Mahathir
in her article wrote, "The trouble with silence is that nobody knows what
it means, so we can only make up reasons."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So much is meant
when you leave things unsaid. Because then the masses have this 'criminal' act
of assuming what they do not understand and what they never want to understand.
Yes, assumptions can take you places but finding the truth or at least
explanations to what might be true can take you to greater heights. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Assuming makes
you make sense of things at that moment of time but don't tell me you never
want to find out for real why apples are not oranges ?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Why is going on a
quest for truth such a frowned upon act in this country ? Well at least in my
fraction of the country where all future policy makers are in the making.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I have noticed
that there seems to be this air of negativity circulating the idea of searching
for the greater purpose on your own. It is as if you are dismissing every
single thing you have known thus far in search of this truth. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And to some, the
only way truth can be gained is when self-proclaimed experts run along your way
advocating their concern for your ignorance and thus see the need to be the
source of sometimes ill-advised information.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then when are you
actually allowed to have a mind of your own ?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Don't belittle a
curious mind la...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Give them a pat
on their back their initiative to look for truth. The brain deserves that
respect. Don't just blindly feed it with information and force them to accept
it. Don't take a way the voice out of their opinions. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"What is it
about us that we can’t take anything just for what it is? Why does everything
have to be a conspiracy theory of some kind? Apparently we Asians (and Arabs
and probably Africans too) are incapable of ever thinking for ourselves and therefore
if we ever demand things like freedom of speech and other basic democratic
freedom, we must surely be manipulated by someone else. Never mind that we once
fought for our independence without anyone else putting the idea in our heads.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It is a
patronising and condescending, not to mention racist, attitude about our own
kind. And it is really the upshot of an education system that is geared towards
keeping our minds small, and an environment jail. that downgrades science and
scientific fact in favour of superstition, rumours, whims and gossip.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Somehow, using
our brains has fallen into disfavour, while the wackiest ideas spread like
wildfire."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">(A ‘cult of
unthinking’ is spreading By Marina Mahathir)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">No one is
manipulating anybody. You can calm down now. The act of questioning one's
faith/opinion/theory/whatever shouldn't give you a one-way ticket to Azkaban.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Another
interesting I realized is that this sudden rush of emotions that surfaces
whenever a person's opinion doesn't rhyme with mine or whoever John Doe is
talking to. Just because I question something you didn't plan I had questions
for or something that people don't ask out openly, one shouldn't jump into
conclusions right away about the nature of the question. You go on to tackle the
person and not his question and before we know it, we are already en route to
discussing another issue that has no connection to the one worth discussing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Keep calm and
discuss.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Penat lah. Here I
am trying to understand the gravity of the issue but then it ends up being run
over and over time, avoided and forgotten.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Be open to
criticism. Be open enough and give yourself room to look for information. Don't
be blinded by the majority that enjoys the silence just because it creates less
havoc than speaking up. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"Stand up
for what you believe in even if it means standing alone."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Don't be cajoled
by the mere attraction of being accepted by the masses. Instead be enticed by
how your unique thoughts are actually yours and that you are making that effort
to be more informed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"Information
can tell us everything. It has all the answers. But they are answers to
questions we have not asked, and which doubtless don't even arise."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="MS" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Jean Baudrillard<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-91040834614950015402014-10-24T21:36:00.000-07:002014-10-24T21:36:14.756-07:00I call out all you artists out there to take up this challenge, only if you care. <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Before I even post a cover online, I think many times whether or not
it should go online. What's more, when it comes to my own work, I go over that
decision more than a thousand times. All of this because the online world is
not the same anymore. It is a cyberpublic. It's like when you think a thousand
times before you choose an outfit to wear before you go out. Yes, there is the
argument that some just wear whatever they are comfortable with or what is on
the top of their pile of clothes. Sure that works too but we have come
to a time where you are what you wear. Well at least, that is what I have come
to think now, not that I apply it all the time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Going back to music, I
literally do go over my own work so many times because I see this responsibility
to be one of importance. Not because it is going to reflect me but because
people are going to listen to it. I practically have the responsibility to give an above average product. My parents are going to listen to it, my family, my
friends, my Facebook connections, the baby boomers, the echo boomers, the Gen
X, the very awesome Gen Y and the rest of the cyberpublic. So yeah, it does
matter even though they would never actually click on it. But what if they do ?
Whether or not the content agrees with them is secondary but the way the
content is presented is what pushes my button. The art of presenting the
message you wish to convey at that right degree is what boggles my thought
process.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And then.... I see clowns with their half baked products. Like seriously,
what were you thinking ? You have all
the avenues in terms of resources to come up with a real good product but in
the midst of all the excitement, you forget you have this responsibility to the
public. I put myself first as a listener when I listen back to my work, then
after that only as the creator of the product. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My wonder is that you have so much money to do a song, why does it
always have to be on love, break up, how-another-person-trashed-you-and-that-you're-actually-much-better-than-them, nights at the club, how a certain girl is
everything in your life etc. You are an agent to tell your listeners a message,
why not highlight issues that need awareness? Public transport, education,
civic consciousness, healthy eating habits, filial piety and so much more. You
have the gift of having so many people who follow your updates on social media,
the resources to come up with good picture quality videos, the connection with
media agents like radio, TV and the likes, then why not use that to highlight
these causes ? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Music for me isn't about the glitz and glamor of the industry. It's about being a medium to convey a message when you can and touching people with the message.</span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I cannot dismiss the fact that there are songs in the local discography that do blanket some of these themes, and I thank the team and the artist for their move but we need more. </span></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Corporate social responsibility or fondly known as CSR is something
common in the corporate sector. Being a future policy maker in this country, along
with the many other important issues like education and more, I believe this
would be something I would definitely implement which is on a lighter note.
Audio visual social responsibility among artists in Malaysia. Yes it is petty
compared to bigger issues this country has been facing but this policy is one
where I feel can encourage artists to be a driving force for an issue to reach
the people or the other way around.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I call out all you artists out there to take up this challenge, only
if you care, to write a song on a social issue that you deem is important to be
addressed. Is that too much to ask, my dear Manin Mainthargals ? Just a small
request from an avid listener of the local music scene. #2cents</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And, its okay if you don't take up this challenge (like...who am I to dictate your music kan ? ;) ) but do keep that audio visual social responsibility at the back of head whenever you come up with a song aite. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"My heart's a stereo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It beats for you, so listen close</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hear my thoughts in every note"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">;)</span></div>
thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-62290873755666972592012-06-11T20:51:00.001-07:002012-06-11T20:56:16.319-07:00I'm on the path of Glory! ;)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It has been a while since I last wrote. Ah well..a lot of things have happened between the time when I last wrote and now. </div>
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Then the moment of revelation kicks in. When you realize you might as well, learn something for the pure reason of increasing your knowledge than to score in exams. I have always knew this fact but always thought it was my way of inviting complacency to dinner. Education, I believe, is destroyed when exams come into play. Too bold of a statement, eh? Fuck it. </div>
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I, for one, do not see the point in scoring well for exams when you don't even know what you are learning or more importantly, what are you learning for! If you want create an education system that molds the best brains and make them compete, might as well tie leaches on them and put them in a horse race. Education is about going beyond what you already know. When you are fed with information, you tend to store it in your brain for the most opportune moment----THE EXAM! Ape kes lah wei...seriously!?</div>
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You might think this post is a post-exam kolaveri that I am going through after getting bad grades for a recent exam. You might think I am being ridiculous and I know I am. But guess what.. I dont think I am going to care about what you think. lol..i wish i could sound more polite with that last sentence but that is just how it is lah wei! haha...</div>
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Truth is, I just scored an awesome score for an exam that I barely studied for. (There she goes boasting). It was freaking Microbiology and not studying is a definite No-No for many of my peers but that is what happened to me. This class is one of my most interesting classes ever. Only because it made me learn so many new things. Let me clarify that it did not require much attention on my part...BUT just curiosity. Curiosity was the main reason I listened in class. I wanted to know why what happened when and where. Pure curiosity is what drove me in that class. Trust me when I say I am no budak pandai (intelligent person) and my mother can confirm that with an official seal by adding that I am only very good in talking..ah well..at least I did inherit something from her.. hehe.</div>
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I believe when it comes to an exam, studying a day before to memorize facts and numbers can only take you so far but listening in class and asking the right questions(or even stupid ones) to quench your curiosity will and can take you further in your learning journey....or exams (if that is what you still want to root for). You have the right to what you learn. You decide what you want to clarify. You decide if you want to continue reading that same bloody page or turn to the next.</div>
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Be true to yourself. Make sure you know what you're reading. Your brain deserves that respect from you for making you avoid life-threatening instances like when your hand voluntarily withdraws when in contact with something hot or sharp. By skimming and flipping through pictures, you are doing no justice to yourself. Coming back to the issue of exams, I, of course, do get the fact that we need qualified professionals with good grades to take over an organization but the sad fact is that the purpose to educate has fused with the purpose of gaining money. Ah well...then again..money is everything.</div>
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Gotcha! lol... I speak for myself here when I say money is everything but is also NOT everything. In this rat race, everybody is losing their individuality...what values to them most..things like that.It is again depressing to see what students nowadays value are a certificate full of As, a trophy, a new gadget and the like. What happened to the idea of coming to school as a clean slate to fulfill your purpose in life? When I say purpose, don't think I'm referring to the norm of grades, job, family... but more of the purpose of finding and creating yourself to fulfill God's mission that has been bestowed on you. </div>
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Enough with the sneering. I know I am no sage but I believe everyone on this Earth is here for a reason. Until you finish that mission, you will still be alive. This might hurt many parents who want to see their child do big things and get big bucks but they should know that they might be depriving a a child of their life's purpose. Here, I would like to thank my parents for giving me the freedom (with conditions) and criticisms to let me find my own path of glory..hahah...sounds a bit too far-fetched eh...but I cannot think of a better word than glory folks! hehe.. </div>
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True enough, I might be on the wrong path...who knows..but at least I am making full use of this journey via education. Learning about simple things like manners, courtesy, the precision needed to use a Pipette, what does <i>Clostridium tetani </i>do, how to beat my mum at her chicken curry and the the like. All this simple things not only create moments in our lives but memories that we can come back to. 10 years from now, I don't want to say anything that indicates regret because the moment has already past and there's no point whining about it,sistahh!</div>
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Look at me now. What did I start talking about and where am I now? lol..digression..my biggest asset. Ah yes, education. This is just some of the things that I am going to always rant about because I doubt change is around the corner for ideas like this. I am just going to continue doing what I do best..learning while trying to inspire others to follow their paths of glory..Hey you may never know, we might cross each others' paths at some point in time...!</div>
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ps: thanks to Jasina, Hema & Divwya for having faith in my abilities. <3 </div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-26282202881255963222012-03-21T20:58:00.003-07:002012-03-21T21:31:36.937-07:00Superhuman<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdZq7la6ha0563MPATxujkngZ94X0591zAqiGcgtb6_GtJQ0r1UilPuxqEBI4bu076cU19J50yI6TrA2rHivfT8r8SOUC1SaS3edwi8SlZ-7jqCb8-YDr6e9bbGQiNDbZY_t3lk8bas_U/s1600/431993_3506699716521_1542632040_3176443_2133431009_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdZq7la6ha0563MPATxujkngZ94X0591zAqiGcgtb6_GtJQ0r1UilPuxqEBI4bu076cU19J50yI6TrA2rHivfT8r8SOUC1SaS3edwi8SlZ-7jqCb8-YDr6e9bbGQiNDbZY_t3lk8bas_U/s400/431993_3506699716521_1542632040_3176443_2133431009_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722574425578491858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes I wonder what keeps me going. Really. I have been pushing myself to use more than 10 % of my brain since this American experience dawned on me. It has been really rewarding to see and learn my potentials and realize that I am no superhuman. BUT since two years ago, I have realized that becoming superhuman takes practice.<br /><br />I am a superhuman now.<br /><br />But then again, my definition of superhuman might differ or vary from yours. To me, being superhuman is about accepting your strengths and rising potentials while acknowledging the many flaws that one has with the passion of improving it to a better state. To do this, I am not afraid of falling down because I know I have the courage and patience to pick myself up. being superhuman to me is also about living for yourself by living for others. I want to be there for everyone I love when they need me or need help in general or just BE THERE. My two hugest assets in life are my familiy and friends. We cannot chose family but I turn out to have an awesome one. Friends..well...they rock my world. Well, that is my definition of being superhuman.<br /><br />You see, many people find different things that matters to them. One man's meat is another man's poison, they say. Very true. Until you find what truly makes you happy, you will never be satisfied with life. But to find what makes you happy is the essence of the superhuman journey. I am still discovering the many things in life that make me happy and this journey is never over until my last breath leaves my body. That is the best part I feel. There is so much more waiting for me out there; good and bad; they both make me. If they break me, I will find new wings to get up and fly again. It is easier said than done, I know. But try practicing what you preach, and it can be easy one way or the other.<br /><br />Always keep your options open. When you close your mind to one path, how would you ever notice the crack on the side door that holds a whole new world? If you only notice, all the answers are actually out there, you just have to remember to open your heart and mind along with your eyes. At this very moment, I am supposed to be studying for an exam and starting a paper that is due tomorrow but all this revelation of the superhuman journey that i am experiencing is forcing me to make this moment count by documenting my emotions on mr.spidey's "saliva". Exams, papers, they come and go but moments they never come back.<br /><br />so..<br /><br />MAKE EVERY MOMENT COUNT.<br /><br /><br />Procrastination is my middle name<br />that i seldom realize<br />but the clock is now ticking<br />the remaining time will surely suffice<br /></div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-61536312614853568342011-07-26T08:58:00.000-07:002011-07-26T09:35:10.901-07:00Yellow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSEXpQW0qg2oyOSLr4QrEkOOSAoMQJtHC-e1dlCBXSUGtWT-0q8APssQuNW0oqzacIHevaYU8WxUlZSRzjWH5AIMwtw9gzFuY3ogsxnP7Rz2v7Za8E9B2lndgWuuy28v_NkkttHl3GMI/s1600/269830_2189317057580_1386708842_32514749_68408_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSEXpQW0qg2oyOSLr4QrEkOOSAoMQJtHC-e1dlCBXSUGtWT-0q8APssQuNW0oqzacIHevaYU8WxUlZSRzjWH5AIMwtw9gzFuY3ogsxnP7Rz2v7Za8E9B2lndgWuuy28v_NkkttHl3GMI/s400/269830_2189317057580_1386708842_32514749_68408_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633700189728805730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> I am back home. Malaysia has kept me well-rounded and fulfilled with all its treasures and unpleasantness. I feel very belonged to something here. With 31 August approaching very progressively, I cannot help but embrace this feeling.<br /><br /> Meeting old and new family members was the best part so far. Old relatives seemed to have never changed and new relatives are more approachable now than I would ever imagine. The old ones are bubbly, load, concern and loving. They made me feel like I never actually left. The new relatives, are labeled as such because I actually knew they existed but nothing sparked between us to fuel the flames of these relationships. Anyways..to keep up with the parallelism of the earlier matter, I shall say that the new relatives made me feel like I truly have something to come back home to! Maybe it is the fact that I have just turned 21 in May and people are starting to take me seriously.<br /><br /> Nevertheless, life has got to go on being Thanges. The series of political events happening in Malaysia this summer has certainly got most eyes penned on my Facebook profile. Like I have always told many people, expression is what I believe to be the right of every human being. I sing. I dance. I act. I write. I post statements on my page almost everyday. I enjoy it. Expression is the best fire that I have in me. I love to savour every moment that I have, not caring for the people who think I shouldn't do this and that or I should have said this and that. A simple presentation during my Contemporary Issues Class during my Intec years was why I have so much enthusiasm when it comes to freedom of speech. Of course, first, one must be responsible for what he or she wants or has to say. If you happened to be wrong or lack evidence, don't just wither away with your opinions. When this happened to me, I would apologize for the error in information and will ask for more time allowance to research a matter to make myself indestructible. There is nothing wrong with asking questions..even stupid ones; that is, to make my head cleared of any haze of doubts.<br /><br />It is never wrong to have a bizarre opinion. You just gotta have a reason to back it up.<br />A: Why do you like yellow?<br />B: Because I like yellow lah!<br />I have seen too many of this!<br /><br />But thank the Lord because I have also found a huge group like this.<br />A: Why do you like yellow?<br />B: It is the color of friendship/ I love anything bright and joyful/ It makes me smile.<br />No matter the reason. At least, they have a reasonable one.<br /><br /><br />Yellow yellow dirty fellow,<br />Yellow yellow down and mellow,<br />Yellow yellow who's that fellow,<br />Yellow yellow, checkout the new hello.<br /><br />Peace!<br /></div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-24804857405215199032011-04-30T20:47:00.000-07:002011-04-30T22:41:11.244-07:00THICK-SKINNED!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZW2oyOfNKD3lNgR_r3yo03pC4h9mnwJvyde0JHxAxEwpox2JyXLmz3NR9vBZ9ShNFPbBy4tndNd2cgjOAMSJDsLh9mdhh6vYug2juS1NFIFFaLu7PC_INR0ll-Tchsg1Y83FYrplBkyw/s1600/Snapshot_20101023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZW2oyOfNKD3lNgR_r3yo03pC4h9mnwJvyde0JHxAxEwpox2JyXLmz3NR9vBZ9ShNFPbBy4tndNd2cgjOAMSJDsLh9mdhh6vYug2juS1NFIFFaLu7PC_INR0ll-Tchsg1Y83FYrplBkyw/s400/Snapshot_20101023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601618307334596690" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Citations, citations and more citations! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Surya, Vijay, Mr.D, Vatsal, Ajith!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Guitar is fixed but is not that tuned.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Life still goes on!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(This is the most absurd 'poem' I have ever written...hahah)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With finals, portfolios, assignments, ISC matters, my apartment stuffs and the usual ranting, I have had one person disturb my head REAL BAD this time around. This bastard's facebook name is Rocked DAfella-look him up and you will see what I mean.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A few weeks ago, a friend tagged me in a note in conjunction to Earth's day. In that note, he told me to spam the Prime Minister's FB wall with a message to get rid of the nuclear power plan that has got many environmental NGOs back home, uneasy. So I copied and pasted that message on his wall and some of my friends supported me, which is normal. The shock I received was a message from the bloke I've mentioned above. He asked me my intentions and "why was I supporting BN and those malay idiots?" So I replied him. I questioned his judgement of his name-calling and gave him a long essay on being rational and to grow up. I wish I did not deleted this 3-day long thread of messages but I did. I WAS SO ANGRY AT THE WAY HE CONDEMNED MY PATRIOTIC VIEWS AND THE WAY THE GOVERNMENT IS RUN. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He was being very emotional and rude just like all of you people who agree to his views! He was complaining on the inequality and finally played the race card on me by asking me to change my name to Tun Fatimah because of my views. He called me a bitch, crackhead, dumbass, cheapest low life, bastardised idiot and many more that I wish I could remember. He said that I was supporting them just because I am sponsored by them. Damn! How I wished now that I have not deleted that message. But I had to because I was already facing some problems with my life here on that day and his replies were not very motivating as you can already sense. Anyways, that day..............THAT DAY..........I CREATED SOMETHING VERY POWERFUL!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I developed thick skin. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wish I could say it in a exaggerated manner to emphasize its meaning but that IS IT!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He made me realize that there are more of his kind of people in my home right now. "Instead of ranting over inequalities and how unfair the government is, why don't you try and make a difference? Complaining will take you backwards! " I told him that but as I expected, Einstein continued his signature, useless, magic trick of calling me a bitch. What pissed me off wasn't the name-calling and the uncivilized manner of speech, but when he told me that "the country is ruined because of people like you." I lashed back at him for saying that and his magic trick continued with many 'enticingly' described variations of his signature words. I even said "nalla irre" to him when I begun to noticed or assume how sad of a life he has being a hater.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It made me think that he was right in a way. People like me who still are in high spirits of the nation's development are too few to beat the majority of the people who are like him. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have a plan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I did not contest for the Presidency of ISC if I wasn't in it for a motive that I believed in. Whatever decisions that I have made in my life in the past 4 years was all geared toward a blurred big picture that I knew I had in my mind since I had the ability to think.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am preparing myself for the blurred picture that is getting clearer day by day. I have a lot to learn and a hell lot more to realize, thanks to Rocked DAfella. To those out there or the members from the "People like me" party, don't just sit there and rant all day at the imperfections of our Malaysian lives anymore but please START working on it to make a difference. Don't waste time complaining about things that we already know to be true....you are not going anywhere! Instead of crying over spilled milk, get up and go get yourself another cup but this time, make sure its not a glass cup!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have only spoken to a few people about this incident because I didn't have enough time to spread it like butter. For all the "people like me" out there, be aware that HATERS ARE ALWAYS AROUND TO MAKE OUR DAYS MORE INTERESTING! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Notes about haters:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Haters only hate the things that they can't get and the people they can't be. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them more.<br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">If you don't like me remember it's mind over matter; I don't mind and you don't matter.<br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Don't hate what you can't imitate. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Don't hate me because I wasn't who you thought I was or who you wanted me to be. From start to finish you never knew the real me</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">Hating is the sincerest form of flattery. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span"> Keep looking my way. My head is held high. You wanna bring me down? I dare you to try.<br /></span></li></ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">PEACE!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">good luck for finals, folks!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-18342501505623976612011-04-17T23:01:00.000-07:002011-04-18T00:08:27.425-07:00Bitches in my beer!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoq5zvue3aiGOU9m2MFPjvYEsfAfVpGoI_7QspDOHtsrX-RTl0-SZoOtbdh_gJ2z2OxnWc34vGXdyPajjKm3idPjSqYfN_BwTUlxYqT_N5E7UaOnqkHNGhmqjgcXHtLBdmMHOHiDN6POE/s1600/Snapshot_20101029.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoq5zvue3aiGOU9m2MFPjvYEsfAfVpGoI_7QspDOHtsrX-RTl0-SZoOtbdh_gJ2z2OxnWc34vGXdyPajjKm3idPjSqYfN_BwTUlxYqT_N5E7UaOnqkHNGhmqjgcXHtLBdmMHOHiDN6POE/s400/Snapshot_20101029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596816917305065458" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Weekdays are flying so fast for me but my weekends are miserably moving very slow. I am not as excited as I was a few months ago about the thought of home in these last few weeks of Spring semester. Maybe I will be again when home is a few days away when May approaches. Listening to Kyle pluck his guitar while I type here with a wall dividing us, I can sense my brain enjoying his tune even though it is slowly fading away. This weekend I learned that silence is a language. The silence that comes by when nobody talks. I hear a lot when I do not talk. Kyle's tune. The plane from Spokane to Seattle. The sound of my two-year old laptop. And nothing. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I speak a lot. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To appreciate this silence, something must have changed me. I cannot see if this change is good or bad but Kyle's sudden switch to a repetitive rhythm just switched my gears in this piece that I write now. Just the sound of my laptop and nothing. I must be really bored (so now I think). I gave a speech last Wednesday to my class, persuading them to speak up. I wanted that topic just because I had done it before but little did I realize that I had to do it better this time because I was in America. I spoke of how Americans are very lucky to have the freedom of speech that we didn't. I compared their 1st Amendment of their Constitution to that of our Article 10 of the Malaysian Constitution. Despite the lack of preparation, I came through the speech with Dr. Miller's comments of "fascinating topic and a very good passion". </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Funny how education works. In Malaysia, I had to study what the government had set out for all of us. Here, besides the subjects my major requires, I am finally getting the TRUE sense of learning by choosing what I want to learn. This way, I would want to do well because it is my decision. Public speaking was one of those subjects. If kids were allowed to choose what they wanted to specifically learn besides a 'small' amount of compulsory subjects, they would! And I bet they would excel in it. Problem, sometimes, arises when parents or family members are clouded by the stigma that their kids must end up as doctors, lawyers, engineers and the like. Some want me to fulfill their unfinished dreams. So does that make it OK to make my children to finish MY dreams during their lifetime? Then, when does one LIVE for themselves and the dreams that they have always wanted to achieve? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dream big.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That is my right. If someone comes along and tells me "No, you can't do that", I would certainly get angry. Who are you to tell me what to do and what not to do? I would consider in a polite manner if you have a good ethos with the elements of the world BUT you don't! You are not a good person when you can lie to people who care about you. You make me sneer with disgust whenever you justify your STUPID acts of 'norm'. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, that was me being angry at someone. Someone once told me that hating people wastes one's time. As always, I am going to laugh it off because you are not worth my attention and also because I am a Malaysian that has been brought up by warriors and leaders. After writing all of this, I realized that I have drawn a smile on my face. All these are 'jujubi' matters that I have never cared about when I was in Malaysia for two decades. Now that I am alone here in my own world in America, the silence that I was talking about earlier, sometimes starts to take its stroll in my life by focusing matters that didn't seem to matter last time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am still Thanges.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But as I assimilate my beliefs in this 8 months of American experience, the actual reason of my independent choice of coming to WSU is getting clearer and more emphasized; that is to discover my potentials and to stand on my own feet when it comes to making decisions. Being out of the bubble, has made me see many broken ladders in Malaysia's development. The board game, 'Snakes and Ladders' gave me the impression that one could either go up with a ladder or go down with a snake. However, in these 'broken ladders', the snakes now are gliding their way up to their privileges by forming a 'bridge' between two broken ladders to allow the players to sail through but little do these players know and realize that the actual function of these snakes is to bring them down!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, to all the players out there, get your dices rolling and knock these snakes out of the game!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">p.s: Finals is in two weeks and the question is not whether I have prepared for finals or not BUT rather, IS FINALS PREPARED FOR ME? HAHAHAHAHA!!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">NALLA IRRE! </div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-15563236794181997992011-03-19T16:08:00.001-07:002011-03-29T15:41:11.362-07:00It is raining on the inside!!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9P4qZqxDmCZAHDkIffu6e6rsLMMvGnuLzPNa6MAXWW8KuyK3sq1JhwGnvZmZphHH8DggR8p1VR46WwngdiHARFuyaBNEmN8sQ2PWnlWZDMQnE_LpPNH6Ny72rF3tolo2V76tkA7RBeg/s1600/196579_1938003654902_1386708842_32237463_6035460_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9P4qZqxDmCZAHDkIffu6e6rsLMMvGnuLzPNa6MAXWW8KuyK3sq1JhwGnvZmZphHH8DggR8p1VR46WwngdiHARFuyaBNEmN8sQ2PWnlWZDMQnE_LpPNH6Ny72rF3tolo2V76tkA7RBeg/s400/196579_1938003654902_1386708842_32237463_6035460_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589625247165694018" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It has been a while since I have said anything here and it has made me realize how so many things have changed!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. I have been elected the President of the International Student Council of Washington State University. It was an awe-inspiring and embarrasing moment that I cried while giving my speech and moved some of the council members that I was supposed to influence. Well, I also realized that I have a great team!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Spring break: </div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">I missed my flight to LA. I cried and wanted to blame Him but did not because something told me that I shouldn't as everything happens for a reason. And it did! I paid an extra $150 to take the next flight to LA thanks to an angel named, Ivi, who was sent down by Him to help me! (I do not wish to bore this area by spilling the details of the events that made me miss my flight) Anyways, that incident, confirmed the theory : EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON!</li><li style="text-align: justify;">I fell down while riding a bike after many years, in the streets of LA and now have a blue-black knee! hahah! </li><li style="text-align: justify;">I recorded two songs with Carishma and it was an awesome experience!!! one song is up on youtube and has been receiving good responses while the other video is up for editing and will be posted soon, I HOPE! </li><li style="text-align: justify;">Spending my days in Kj's, Renu's and Carishma's home made me feel good after 3 months of living with me,myself and I.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">I am back now in Pullman and it just snowed for 15minutes before the Sun came out immediately to melt it ALL off.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">I am very tired! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Myself aside, I have been hoping matters in Japan have been changing for the betterment of their citizens! Not only does this natural disasters crush the economic development of their nation but also their self esteem! After all their hard work of building a life, it is sad to see them see their life's go away with Earth's unpredictable shakes of warning! It makes me wonder what wrong have the innocent Japanese done to deserve such an aftermath. Then I wonder what has God have in store for us, the living ones, who are left here to deal with more events like this. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And guess what? I HAVE STOPPED WONDERING! I would rather continue living like every other day than to just waste my self-esteem on thinking of dooms's day! There are many things life has got to offer. I do not see the need of wondering now! Everything happens for a reason. I have been surviving quite well with all these things. I am just sad that I have not made any effort to fix my guitar. I will do it soon and bring it with me when I go back home this summer. I will be dancing again for the International Education Week opening but this time for 15minutes. Like all the other things I do, I have no idea how I am going to succeed at this! But I couldn't care less because through out my 8 months here, I am only satisfied if I have a good climb. Whether the destination holds good or bad things for me, I don't mind at all. After all, what is life, if you expect all good things! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was speaking to my father yesterday and we were doing the usual arguing before he shocked me with his wave of electrons! I was telling him about the way I look at matters these days. I said I will always smile at anything that happens, instilling a positive vibe in my head. Then the tsunami came! He said, "You can't always be positive, Thanges. You will get hurt and fall. Don't give me this Malaysia Boleh thing" Wow! I was stunned and told him, "WHATTTTTTTTT???? STOP IT! STOP IT WITH YOUR NEGATIVITY! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" And as we all would predict, he let out his usual chuckle of defeat ( I hope). I told him if I fall, I will get up and move on lah!!! Then, thanks to Skype's awesome reputation, we had to end the conversation. I cannot wait to get back to Kampung Dhoby and give Col (Dr) Paleswaran Rajah RTD, a piece of my mind! Do all of you, adults think like this? If so, YOU ALL soooooooo need a big piece of my mind. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I do not see the reason of not moving on after anything that happens badly to myself! There are so much of things that life has got to offer and the demise of my awesome Biology lecturer at a tender age of 26, due to cancer had made me appreciate my life even more! He had a great life from the way I saw it. He was a sport during every event in INTEC and I would never have guessed his profession to be that of a teacher. But he was and a brilliant one too! I miss him a lot, even though I have not seen him in a long time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Moving on, I am excited to start my term as ISC's president because I have finally given myself a good platform to become a leader. I am currently in pursuit of developing my ethos before I get back to Malaysia for good in 2013. I was very happy with the support from my friends and my family but only God knows of their reactions when I come back home with my ideals and ideas to make a difference. I know I have my back. That is all I need. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is raining outside. And it is raining inside too! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Content is what I feel,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fulfilled is what I am,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At the moment,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am raining on the inside!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-31599806869388324892011-03-07T12:51:00.000-08:002011-03-07T14:52:28.832-08:00CULTURE-SHOCKED?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZH2nx41p3lYRUYTI9MtBrbXGDpF6PPMhUm-CND6Rir2Dcx-J6VejXVOswdjCtxKkemYVjSI88Iu0GkA3Ie2qDyWaEUQIGnONvYTvVBspppBZg3nalElLs-y1GvvDxoSfn6xW4KmEVhfo/s1600/Snapshot_20110226_1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZH2nx41p3lYRUYTI9MtBrbXGDpF6PPMhUm-CND6Rir2Dcx-J6VejXVOswdjCtxKkemYVjSI88Iu0GkA3Ie2qDyWaEUQIGnONvYTvVBspppBZg3nalElLs-y1GvvDxoSfn6xW4KmEVhfo/s200/Snapshot_20110226_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581472939342495714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyO4vKTaYq3of-PpLGqG66fx2faU0mtqyrVfq2CNt2kcOmBpmrlxFOYb14CKHsbQE8KHThku9_tSoLFgv87Awk9_V8jsKzkgPjKkRN_X7UxywL1L-PLYmz-QxEge9wC1MhICog75HmEA/s1600/Snapshot_20110226_2.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Unlike the last semester, time has been flying so fast that I always seem to be surprised that its Friday again. I am experiencing a culture shock at the moment. Not with America but with myself. Suddenly, I am all pumped up to finish my homework. Suddenly, I have interest in getting good grades. Suddenly, I realized that I wanted to finish my homework so badly as compared to when I was in Intec, where I would just wait for Hema or Divwya to do it and then I would just copy. Now, I wanted to do it myself! Many questioned my decision of applying to WSU when everyone else applied to Penn State, Rutgers and RIT but I wanted to prove to people that I can live without anyone's help. To be honest, I just wanted to impress people with my decision and never thought of how I would end up here being the only girl alongside 3 other guys. My first semester in Pullman tested me a lot in ways that I have never thought of and I didn't learn any lessons from them. Now Spring, on the other hand, did worse but with good side effects. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My week goes by with a 9am, 11am, 1pm and 3pm class on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and with 10am, 1pm and 4pm class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On Wednesdays, however, I have a lab that goes from 7pm to 10pm. Besides that, I, now do not have internet in my apartment, so I am practically walking back home when the CUB( the place where I use the Wireless) closes at 2am. This routine has been going on for a month now and it is slowly CHANGING me! Last Thursday was the indicator. I had a take-home exam for my gender class that costs 150 points that was due on Friday, I had Genetics Quiz and Speech quiz on Friday, my written lab report (from Wednesday night) was due on Friday and to top it all off, I had my 2nd Physics Test that day. I have not started on any of those and Thursday came to me like a hurricane. I did not sleep that night and worked on my gender essay that took 12 pages. With no internet from 2am till morning, I had to manually find points from a book that we were supposed to read( i obviously didn't). Surprisingly, I managed to finish 7 out of the 8 essay questions before rushing for shower and heading to the CUB again at 7.20am. Once there, I quickly checked my points with the book's review summary on Google and completed the essay and printed a magnificent 12 page essay. I was not sleepy! (yet)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then, I had this master plan of how the day was going to run and I FOLLOWED the way it went by dedicating the hour before each class with studying for my Physics test, finishing my lab report, reading up for my Genetics and Speech quiz and occasionally breathing if time permits. hahah!!! The weird part of all this frenzy was that I was excited! I was in the excitement of trying to complete this race by 5pm on Friday! Lord, was I happy when I finally turned in my lab in the pigeon-holed cabinets in the Physics building! PHEW!!!! A BIG PHEW PLUS A SMILE CAME ONTO MY FACE!! Then, I realized I had to go to University of Idaho for the Dance for Justice- a 9-hour dance marathon dedicated to raising money to fight human trafficking under the International Justice Mission. Thanks to Michelle and Rachel for giving me a ride there and for making me laugh so hard that I forgot about that day's fiasco! I dance and danced and watched others dance and had a good time in University of Idaho! I came back home like a zombie with no sleep for three days and knocked out on my bed till 3pm the next day( Saturday).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hell of a week! Also, I forgot to mention that I have applied to become one of the Executives of the International Student Council and will be running for presidency. I know its a lot to handle but I will never EVER refuse a chance or opportunity that can make me a better leader. I have been leading through a lot of things in my life and out of Malaysia, I was just curious to know if I can still lead with non-Malaysians effectively. The elections is on 10th of March and hopefully all ends well. If I don't get the job, it does not mean that I am less of a leader but merely means that I am still in the process of becoming one! ISC will still see me around in their activities as you know how fast I get bored with academics! haha! I have also decreased my visits to Cjs just because I have so much of homework to finish. My arms are getting very sore in swing dancing while my knees are turning color in modern dance! ah well, everything comes with a price.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am looking forward to this weekend because I will be in LA baby!!!!!! haaah!!!!! and the best part of that is spending time with my bestie, Carishma Menon whom I just can't wait to start my gossiping with! I have been out of the bubble for what has been happening in Malaysia because of all this drama and will get back on my political wheel, maybe in the next post! I have some weird Writing presentation and a Genetics test on Thursday with another speech on Friday before Spring Break starts. I need to get my guitar fixed so badly that I am still playing him with 5 strings ,just to get him to talk'. haha!!!! Till next week,....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Running, running and still running,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Many just look ahead,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Running, running and still running,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I smell the flower along the side and pin them on my head.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As you run and run and keep running,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Don't ever forget what's around you,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For as you run and run and keep on running,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You might lose track of the world that has given birth to you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-4875161065066936532011-02-21T00:24:00.000-08:002011-02-22T22:07:06.566-08:00MY Home!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVyqs-p-ZI4wiy8sYCzCwDypWvds9osxESlBk6ZJIKahP4ObmLdzXzh_kjiAwY_DxMMM3UnINwBT5BSEV7rCOV8ATuhdoXhA52Ckhf8VgSIIPTaD1V-3X8tcyRqzSXQLQ9kD8dokU8uY/s1600/Snapshot_20100927.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVyqs-p-ZI4wiy8sYCzCwDypWvds9osxESlBk6ZJIKahP4ObmLdzXzh_kjiAwY_DxMMM3UnINwBT5BSEV7rCOV8ATuhdoXhA52Ckhf8VgSIIPTaD1V-3X8tcyRqzSXQLQ9kD8dokU8uY/s200/Snapshot_20100927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576761877196099666" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Seven months away from home and with all the emails that have been flooding my inbox about the nation's state has not been making me worried at all. You name it; interlok, the video of an indian-boy forced to say Keling-babi, the inequality that many adults feel and spit on, the Valentine's Day drama, the snakes in the cabinet that not only just hiss around but also bite you after serving their 'venom' on silver plates. Enough said. Just by writing those down, a wave of negativity just flushed down my throat. Another event just flashed in my head: people leaving to other nations despite having lived here for decades. They are frustrated, I understand. I am not.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Politics has lost its purpose and has gain many dirty names in the past decade. Politics has to serve the common good and not only the parties that will favor them. Someone told me that only politicians can make changes to the nation and asked me if did I know of anyone who is not a politician but has done change? And so I replied, "How about Citizen Nades?" And to that, he replied that that journalist is only exposing matters but how well do we know if actions are being processed to curb that matter. This got me thinking, thinking alot! Speaking out and up is one thing and creating a proper response from the person it was intended to is another thing and making that person to make PROPER action is another thing too! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes I wonder why can't we all act under the human race instead of this entity that divides us by our skin color and where our ancestors came from. In the end, we are all going to die and face God. Richard Bach said that to test whether your mission on Earth is finished; IF YOU'RE ALIVE, IT ISN'T! Then again, politics looks like a game to me; you gotta play dirty to win it. But the nation's development is not a game but an adventure. An adventure of experiments and love. For the betterment of a nation, many things should and could be done but there is ALWAYS a barrier to do good things in this country. SAD FACT! Whenever an election comes around, candidates go around the housing areas of their representing seat. They promise a better, advanced city. Totally BS when you ask me about this act of campaigning! THOSE WHO GO AROUND CAMPAIGNING THAT THEY ARE THIS AND THEY ARE THAT ARE LOSERS. Why is it that I have never seen you on TV for doing something good before? Don't give me this **** that TV only highlights main events! If you are 'brainy' enough to go door to door and beg for votes, why not show your worth without the intention of running for election the next month? Once you have COMMITTED yourself to community service for years without expecting petrol cards and free entrance for movie premieres, then you can say that you are ready for elections! As a soon-to-be voter, I DEMAND that you don't show your face in elections if you have not been known for the good deeds that you have done by EVERYONE in your city. I DEMAND to vote for the person who has no monetary interest in politics. The salary that you get, is the one that you SHALL go home with, NOTHING MORE! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I want politicians to know that everyone votes' counts especially MINE because I have great interest in the development of Malaysia. Not because I think we can do it, BUT ONLY BECAUSE I WAS BORN HERE. THIS IS WHERE I BELONG. So don't go running along your pathetic bank account, asking me to go back to India or Sri Lanka BECAUSE I AM GOING NOWHERE when you are around spending my parents' money on your kids' Ben10 watches and HSM bags along with your wife's Prada and Gucci. HELL No! Thank God also that the 'papa' is out of his seat after sitting on that torn chair for the past three decades! ALL HAIL CHANGE! Never mind his contributions but I think the young guns ought to take over now. We are much more practical and united as compared to you bunch who have 1Malaysia only in your mouths. We had it even before you said it but the most important thing is we had it in our hearts that was filled with friendship and love. You bunch on the other hand, had it in your heads filled with money and position. Why!!!! Doesn't the saying 'With great power, comes great responsibility', mean ANYTHING TO YOU?? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Are you even listening to us, youths? With all those emails, I have never once succumbed to its persuasion but just DELETED it whenever I sense the propaganda of a stupid few trying to spread the flu around! Too bad my belief for this country is like a cancer-spreadable and CANNOT be 'cured' with those stupid emails! If you try to further divide us with your hate notes and petitions, try harder because it AIN'T working, brotha! Many adults say that there can never be a group of friends that they had had during their time-undivided and united. Let me clarify that we DO have that in us! It's just that we are SICK and TIRED of you oldies playing the race card every time anything happens! Gosh..do you ever listen to yourselves? But then again i forgot that your cotton buds are made out of money..so I can't 'blame' you then! DO YOUR JOB FOR WHAT ITS WORTH! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I believe that we will prosper but I don't want villains in my country, especially the ones that are contributing to corruption, waste of public funds and abuse of <span class="Apple-style-span">power! Call me delusional or whatever you wanna call me because I don't give a damn. I will fight! I will! Watch out, 'uncles' and 'aunties' in the cabinet because Thanges will come!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I can't stand to fly</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm not that naive</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm just out to find</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The better part of me</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm more than bird</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">More than a plane</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">More than some pretty face beside a train</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Its not easy</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">To be me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">(<i>Superman, </i>Five for Fighting)</span></div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-5516397523405276802011-02-14T18:07:00.000-08:002011-02-14T19:25:36.249-08:00BLUE<div style="text-align: justify;">Funny how fast my thoughts change its focus. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last Friday, the International Student Council organized a speed dating event called iConnection in conjunction with Valentine's Day. Yours truly was a volunteer in helping out with decorations and also performed Aaja Nachle to start off the event alongside the Hawaiian dance, Phillipino dance, Vietnamese dance and break dance. What I didn't mention in my earlier post was that I also signed up for the speed dating event. Not to find my Valentine but to meet people and feed my curiosity on how these things work. The dance went surprisingly well since we only practiced for three days. The speed dating started after all the performances, so I quickly got back to the seat that I was assigned too, along with all the other beautiful ladies on my side while the handsome men sat on the opposite side facing us. The game plan was that every guy would date one girl for 2-3minutes (with our emcees who were our time-keepers) and then move to the next seat once time was up. The ladies just had to sit there( Thank God..=p) We were all given this card that had rows of 'blank', 'yes' and a 'no' for which we had to fill the blank with our dates' number and circled yes or no if we would want to exchange information with that person to continue the relationship. With that info, the committee members would then match up the yes(s) and no(s) and email us the results.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">10 minutes go by and I realized how fun it was for both me and my dates whom I had a good chat with. Then, the BIG moment came! After 10 minutes, I started to not only focus on my date but kept looking a the far end of the table to check whom am I going to date next. Guess who was on the next seat to my date? FERNANDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't believe it! Only last week I remember not focusing in class due to his appearance and personality AND now here am I seconds away from dating my Genetics TA that I had been swooning about! HAHAHAHAH! Fernando and I dated for 3 minutes and I was constantly emphasizing the moment of how weird it was that I am dating my TA. And to that he replied, "Well, I am an International student and I am single. I am your TA but I am also a person, okay..." I was awe-struck with his casual approach and started to think how was my next class with him is going to turn out: AWKWARD! We spoke about my major and how he ended up being in the US, being a Costa Rican and it ended very pleasantly! That topped everything!!!!!! You might ask if I did find anyone worthy..but let me cut you short and say that I didn't have any intentions of getting a date there and that it was just for the mere experience of it. The event ended early and I helped clean up and got a ride back home before I called up a sleepy Hema and woke her up with this piece of news!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I got up at 12.30pm on Saturday and realized I was late for something and quickly took a shower and rushed to the Smith Gym where I watched something that I am not going to say at the moment. The time will come when I am ready. So just wait! hehe! Anyways, the weekend went by with lots of facebooking, movies and skype sessions with friends and family. Then another BANG came. My finances has been taking the wrong route for the past two months thanks to Subway and Starbucks! Gotta cut down on that, I must! My informative speech is scheduled this Friday and I am in mixed feelings to enlighten my class about Thaipusam. Hopefully all goes on well! My you tube channel has also smiled back at me with 300+ views within a week and I have recently subscribed to MalaysiaKini which has gotten me pumped up about police brutality in Malaysia. If you asked my dad what I wanted to be when I was in Standard 3, he would say a policewoman. He said that because he thought I watched Gerak Khas too much that time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, Gerak Khas was the catalyst and no, nothing is real in the entertainment industry's plot when it comes to local soap operas. But since small, we have all believed that when a police station is near home, we all can sleep with smiles. Not anymore. I have been watching so many protests over youtube on Malaysians carrying banners that shout "Polis penjenayah berlesen" or "The police are criminals with a licence". What happened to justice? What happened to "police will take care of us?" I am scared! What if one fine day, the police arrests me for shoplifting and then my family have to find me four days later with bruises all over my body and also maybe even raped? I am not embarrassed to admit the truth that might happen to me. I might be too weak to kick him in his 'kingdom' to defend myself. Too weak, yes! But with all this voice in me, I know I can scream-scream the truth out. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With great power, comes great responsibility! "Police uncle, please lah, I want to balik to a safe home in 3 years time." I wanted to be policewoman. Do you know why? Because I love the feeling that Abby Abbadi and AC Mizal had when the ended each episode with pride and assurance that they can be the armor to ALL the crimes in the world! The feeling of pride of wearing that blue uniform to serve the common good! Do you know why uniforms are all in same color and pattern? Its ONLY because everyone who wears that uniform serve only one purpose and one purpose only and that is to achieve one common goal: To have a nation, that my dear Standard 3 siblings can write down in their brown exercise books with clear hearts: "Malaysia merupakan sebuah negara yang AMAN DAN DAMAI" </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Can you do that for me, Mr. Police? A small request from your humble citizen, asking you to do your job right. Please! Tolong encik, hentikan semua ini. Jangan kerana nila setitik, rosak susu sebelanga. Oh wait, isn't nila, blue in color? How amusing that the resemblance in color of the 'nila' and the police uniform color were not obvious to me before? Did our ancestors foresee this issue? God only knows. Anyhow, BEAR IN MIND, many police still do behave like Abby and AC. Its just that, we, the young ones, are afraid that the 'some' of you might be lurking around in our hometowns. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Blue was my favorite color</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Till you hit my brother</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Blue was my favorite color</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Till you touched my sister</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Blue, I hope, will be my favorite color again,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Because I still do have faith in you,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As Blue rhymes with True,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will never go away from you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">PEACE!</div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-65338083984899116272011-02-06T23:00:00.000-08:002011-02-06T23:41:56.666-08:00WeirdOMg!<div style="text-align: justify;">Another week flew by with many weird incidents. In my Genetics tutorial class, I came across a strange thing. I couldn't focus AT ALL! Its not the difficulty level of the subject because that doesn't concern me at all but it was my TA, Fernando. He was giving out last week's quiz that I miraculously got 9.5/10 and he was also trying to remember our names. Well, let me clarify this fact that since I came to the US, no one could pronounce my name right. BUT FERNANDO DID on that day! I was shocked to hear my name after 6 months of being mispronounced! Did I also mention how handsome he was that day? Well, now you know! I have NEVER lost focus in class just because a guy seems to stand out with his good looks but that Friday........whoooooosh..i was swept away! Typical movie scene, you might say. Did also mention that he has a Spanish accent? I find myself staring at him whenever he says operon and cis-regulation and many more! HAAHAHHAHAHAHA!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have Genetics and Physics test coming up this week and have not touched any notes thanks to my addiction to the Kollywood movie scene! Mygosh...when will I ever learn?? I also will be dancing to Aaja Nachle this Friday for Iconnections-a speed-dating event organized by the International Student Council. As for my informative speech, I will be enlightening my class about Thaipusam. Zarathustra has made me hate him today because of all the explicating that I need to do on his sermons for my Writing class! Nevertheless, I am still lazing around! GRRRR!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I did a video for my mum's birthday and got awesome responses by a lot of people. Even Nave279-my drive for all these tamil-english mash-ups-commented on my video!!! OMG!!!!! My mum cried watching it and so did my aunt. Well, lets just skip the emo parts and move on to how that video thought me something. You see, I recorded that video right before the CNY gathering by Malaysians in WSU. Then I was asked to bring my guitar to the gathering since I live only 30 sec away from the gathering location. Well, I did all the strumming and singing and awed some while other couldn't care less and guess what I realized when I returned? One of my string's knob was damaged! I knew I left it at the side somewhere while grabbing some desert. How did I know if the kids were meddling with it? I was frustrated but cooled off ten minutes later feeling grateful that I managed to record the video anyhow!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, when something you really love gives back love to you, it is the most awesome feeling in the whole wide world. But to ask for love when that person's heart is punctured by someone else is really a spot that you will never want to be in. So, I rather be grateful that I have received the love before and will try to fix the heart so that it can now love others as well. Confused? Me too! But its just a guitar, you might say! Its never just a guitar to Thanges-NEVER! That is why it is painful and sad that I now have to fix him. Not because I can't but because time is freaking jealous of me! I dearly hope my Red one back home is doing fine too!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another weird incident: I never knew Telugu movies are good! Thanks to Hema for the suggestion of Magadherra! awesome screenplay and graphics! superb plot and cinematography! What a love story! I have just finished watching it and now I am wondering if Fernando would be my Bhairava.......hahahahahah!!!! Hema is going to crack is she sees this line! Anyways, it was a not-so-productive week with me postponing and procrastinating my work! Hopefully, the coming weeks will do me some justice! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Beauty is only skin deep,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Beauty lies in the eyes,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of the beholder who cannot focus</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Or even name the price</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Price of what, You ask..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wondering what I might say</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Price of justice and love,You fool!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For it will never ever decay........</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-88292756981801511992011-01-30T21:29:00.000-08:002011-01-30T22:45:31.114-08:00My DEN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQRG2ZvVCdYyt8MfLg9q_tKJpynLVlgFBt7AyQ1KjmOzBrs6yOTnGc6hcaHznQ82l4ami6b4FBV8V34U24ENQ9SI-Nt7UokcuAynpK9d-LuszPXwphqchrnRFvlxWXYi-VEYSXqq-IUQ/s1600/Snapshot_20110130_5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQRG2ZvVCdYyt8MfLg9q_tKJpynLVlgFBt7AyQ1KjmOzBrs6yOTnGc6hcaHznQ82l4ami6b4FBV8V34U24ENQ9SI-Nt7UokcuAynpK9d-LuszPXwphqchrnRFvlxWXYi-VEYSXqq-IUQ/s200/Snapshot_20110130_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568237450794876098" /></a>What a week! It is now official that my most busiest days in the week are Thursdays and Fridays! Bummer!! Anyways, once I am done handing in my lab report at 5pm on Friday, I finally feel okay to breathe. I have already organized my Spring Break vacation! I am going to LA, California, baby!!!!!! The best part is I am bringing my boyfriend with me and that he is going to listen to my best friend, Carishma's stunning voice! I am really looking forward to play and sing along her piano that we have been doing when we were in Malaysia and now, over Skype!<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My second informative speech is coming up and I am wondering what to talk about.. As for 'the best thing in life' essay, I finally sent in my 1st draft. "the best thing in life is to have a voice," I wrote. The three handsome classmates of mine gave good reviews on it saying that it was an excellent piece! Paper 2 is coming up as well and I have not started that. Well, I just came to realize that I love music. Jokes aside. "Who doesn't?" you might say but for the past week, I have been walking, studying, blogging with more fire and ice when I am listening to music. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Valentine's Day is two weeks away and I wonder if I will have a Valentine this year. However, I know I will have a constant Valentine every year, by the name, Usha Kethurajah. She is turning 50 this 6th February and it hurts to not be by her side shouting and screaming at her at the top of my voice by not doing the house chores. I love you, ma! Thank you for being my mum for the past two decade of your 5-decade life and continuing! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I might be dancing again! Hindi songs obviously!!! Suddenly I am missing Varnisha, my cousin whom I prefer to go as 'my other half'. She is now giving me suggestions on what to do with my hair. How astonishing is that this 15 year old lady can make me feel so happy despite just listening to her bubbly voice over the phone, 5 minutes ago. I miss you, Var! I hope you have a good break!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The internet connection in my apartment has turned its back on me. I have been staying up in uni and going back home just to sleep. I have decided to continue doing this because I can reduce my electricity usage this way! Spending my time alone in this place that I call 'my den', I feel that I have finally started doing what I came to the USA for! I have been reaching out to myself a lot! I have been finding myself....searching..and searching.....I have not found anything yet but I am liking this research alot! I know I am on a road to somewhere but as always, its the climb that have always mattered to me and not the destination. Along this road, I have met so many new things, new emotions, new humans and a new God-one that now I know hears out to me!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div>I close my eyes and picture home,</div><div>I close my eyes and picture my boyfriend,</div><div>I close my eyes and picture my family and friends,</div><div>I close my eyes and picture God,</div><div>I close my eyes and picture dancing,</div><div>And then I realize that I can even picture all of these with my eyes open</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Because it is not a dream.</div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-22394312278744524092011-01-22T19:35:00.000-08:002011-01-22T20:56:55.049-08:00for real????Nowadays, I think I look forward to the weekends just because of this space here. Its a good thing I believe since this semester has gotten me running on the empty aisle in Walmart in fear of time. This semester I wished a day had 25 hours instead. This week Spring showed me the actual routine that I will be going through for the next 4 months. Its good that I am loving this moments of trying to find a time to breathe because I tend to forget that I have got to, sometimes. <div><br /></div><div>I have signed up more community service programs now and I feel that I will learn more in this semester. The internet at my apartment has been screwing up for the past week and I am now in the campus lounge, watching people pass by while listening to youtube. I left my apartment at 2pm and the weather was wonderful; sunny and breezy! It reminded me of the Saturday evenings in Malaysia when appa will try to force the family to jog with him in the park. I love playing my RM93.90 red guitar under my mango tree while swaying in the metallic swing where Bozo occasionally comes and sits under to listen to me, I hope! Well, my guitar has been helping me a lot this week despite it being out of tune. Music is indeed frozen architecture! </div><div><br /></div><div>Another thing that I have been falling in and out of ......is love. Love for books, nature, food, friends, family, and certain other 'matters of life'. By looking at the creators of this scribe, I wonder how a relationship is even possible. The song 'Just the way you are' is the reason of this dilemma, thanks to youtube .I am now wondering; can anyone be amazing just the way they are? What happened to people loving their partner in hope of the latter changing in the future? Ah well, its not a national issue that I am going to waste my time even considering to answer that question. I just had a sudden thought. </div><div><br /></div><div>As this journey bounces off the hills,</div><div>make sure you know the meaning of perfection</div><div>because once you tend to mix it up with others' definition of it,</div><div>UR DEAD! </div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-2048193355904051702011-01-17T15:35:00.000-08:002011-01-17T18:12:53.576-08:00Mirror-ed<div style="text-align: justify;">Do you know that breeze that comes when you walk along PD beach? That cold, nice string of wind that brushes off your hair that was covering your face under the hot, glistening Sun? Well, I know it too well that when the icy,cold wind of Pullman attacked me, I had a quick thought of PD beach! I miss the beach too much now. It always listened to me, listening to her. It always gave me back appropriate answers when I suddenly asked them out of the blue. She answers back with waves that often cool off my burning feet. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">First week of school went fairly well with more reasons to smile. I received wonderful comments from Dr. Gail Miller after my first speech in Public Speaking class. I started speaking out in my Writing class. I also had an paper to hand in at the end of my semester in that class, by the title ' The best things in life'. I am pretty excited on that one. Physics, again, had me intrigued with its magnificent electromagnetism. What's more, my Genetics class had me use the iclicker for the first time, despite getting 4 out of 5 questions wrong. My first assignment in my Women Studies class had me writing the reasons I was there in WSU. And my dance classes, was the usual-awesome.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have also been cooking and experimenting with food items. Fish sambal and potato varuval was what I ended up on one day. Divwya was on the phone telling me what to do to complete the potato gallore that took my tongue by surprise when I was at her place during winter break. We sounded like housewives over the phone. The conversation would be complete if we both started gossiping about tamil TV serials!!! What a laugh, we both had!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Its Martin Luther King Day today and I volunteered for a community service project under the Centre for Civic Engagement (CCE) as part of my Public Speaking class. We sorted out food items for 3 hours into their respective categories like pasta, potatoes, vegetables, tuna and the lot! There were so much of food out there and some were kind enough to donate it to the Pullman food bank. However, there were some idiots who gave expired products, USED PRODUCTS and the like. A friend of mine came across a few peanut-butter jars that had finger strokes in them. EWWW!!! Once we were done sorting, we had a reflection session and I felt that it told me what I actually felt throughout that 3 hours.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I might be heading back home this summer. A thought that I never had before. Now, everything seems brighter with the thought of home-MALAYSIA! Everything taste a lot more sweeter just because it was not an expected decision. Well, life is full of surprises when you don't expect anything at all. The thought of stepping foot in my land made me smile even more. I am not missing my family just because they are always in touch! But getting caught up in this rat race of my education, I tend to loose the grip from home. Not because I think its better here but its because I keep my self occupied so that I wouldn't miss Malaysia as much! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are 2 holes in myself at the moment; one in my pocket,thanks to an awesome winter break and another in my brain as I feel like I am losing focus due to this sudden piece of decision. Anyways, as I always end up saying, I will live my live for the moment that is passing now and not for the ones that are coming because they might end up getting stuck in the traffic signals of my life. It is a good thing to look forward too but matters of the current are better of handled first since I have a degree in the Bachelor of Digression and Procrastination for the past 20 years.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This week has certainly made me reflect on a lot of things! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When the mirror is turned to me,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What do I see?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A lady made of courage and wisdom,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Who is staring back at me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will aspire to be,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That lady in that mirror,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For if the mirror cracks,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She will still be there,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Because I got her back!</div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-51707029143998049662011-01-10T21:02:00.000-08:002011-01-10T21:32:04.537-08:00the tenth day of the 1st month!I just read my last post and realized how many grammatical and spelling errors that 'beautified' my 'essay'. Clearly, I have so much to work on this semester!!!!<div><br /></div><div>I just finished my 1st day of Spring semester and I already feel left behind! </div><div><br /></div><div>9.10: Women Studies Class ( already had our 1st assignment and a hell load of reading material)</div><div>11.10: Modern dance ( had to get more sweat pants as my instructor said jeans is a no-no)</div><div>13.10: Public Speaking ( I HAVE TO GIVE A SPEECH ON A CLASSMATE IN THE FOLLOWING CLASS (worth 10points))</div><div>15.10: Physics ( couldn't understand my lecturer's speech as she was from the middle-eastern region)</div><div><br /></div><div>The main question I would like to ask myself is: Why is this all bothering me????</div><div><br /></div><div>no!!!! more like: Why shouldn't it bother me???</div><div><br /></div><div>1.I have read a lot before and do love reading! </div><div>2.Dance is another way of breathing to me.</div><div>3.Speeches are some of the things my peers say that I am natural at due to my sudden wisdom on matters. </div><div>4. I love Physics!</div><div><br /></div><div>After much thought, maybe this 5 months away from Malaysia, particularly, INTEC, has made me complacent with my solidarity here in Pullman! I needed to get back to the loud person that INTEC had made me! I need to get back to the awesome multi-tasker that my family was proud about!</div><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow,</div><div><br /></div><div>10am plus: Genetics( my 1st bio subject that i yearn to score in)</div><div>1pm plus: Introductory Writing (Finally, something for beginners!)</div><div>3.10: ADVANCED SOCIAL DANCE, BABY!!!!!!!! ( what a way to end the day|||| n btw, i didn't sign up for this class..and my instructor says that it is fine with him)</div><div><br /></div><div>Despite just finishing my speech outline, I still feel out of place, not knowing whether to dress formally or not!!! ah...to the hell with that! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>its -13 celsius outside and forecast says its gonna get worse tonight! Hold on tight people!!!!!!!!!!! The blizzard is back AND SO IS THANGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-85138800506908233132011-01-06T11:52:00.000-08:002011-01-06T12:54:13.846-08:00hah!5 months in the United States has made me and broke me at certain spots of life's polka dots. I had an awesome winter break on the other side of the States; Washington DC and New Jersey and New York. I had a blast during New Year's eve with awesome people I call friends who lived in New Jersey. I met new cousins at Washington DC and ate heart meals thanks to Aunty Indra and Uncle Param who were nice enough to let me stay there despite their sons' returns from respective schools. In short, I had a blast! Good time, good food and an extreme lot of money spent that has made me rethink my Spring budgets.<div><br /></div><div>I had a dream when i woke up this morning. In that dream, I was very sleepy that my friend, Hema kept me company throughout the train journey. Then finally, I was shaken up by dear sleepy Hema because we have arrived at the last station and she left immediately as I saw her sister Priya waiting in a brown-orangey Punjabi suit at the other side of the platform. An old Indian lady asked me if it was my bags that were under the seats because she had hers behind mine. I replied with a nod and wen after my bags before helping her with hers. Then i realized i had my winter jacket on the floor of the train. I picked that up while realizing the train was empty and the door was about to close! As i was going to slit my foot through the door, it closed! I watch the station go by and realized it was the seremban KTM station. How on earth did I end up here from Pullman ,WA?</div><div><br /></div><div>Without much thought, i tried to shout to stop the train and amazingly it did. Not because i shouted but because the train actually move a little further to hit the end of the track. Then the door opened and I stormed out with my bags whilst looking up to the 'ttr' who oddly was dressed like I was; in a light blue shirt and dark blue pants! Oh wait..i dressed like him! Anyways..I WOKE UP!</div><div><br /></div><div>Why was Hema in that dream? Why KTM? What's with the same outfit? Was I longing for my old life? Old life? What? Do I have a new one now?</div><div><br /></div><div>Digression, my true degree in life! Anyways, I hope I have become more independent and myself along all this race towards academic excellence. I did get a D+ for my organic chemistry. I am done talking about the bitter past when I have more interesting subjects this coming semester. Genetics, Physics, English, Women Studies, Public Speaking, Women Studies, Modern Dance and Advanced Social Dance! WALLLAA! I bet time is going to be so jealous of me this coming semester.</div><div><br /></div><div>When times comes to hit the deck,</div><div>You make most of the remaining time left by thinking,</div><div>Thinking what waits for you tomorrow,</div><div>But little did you know, </div><div>What is waiting for you,</div><div>Has already been pre-planned by Him up there!</div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-49953633754375266122010-07-05T07:54:00.000-07:002010-07-05T07:58:28.291-07:00LAVAKnowing what I know now, <div>I feel terribly insecure. </div><div>I cannot say.</div><div>My freedom is blocked.</div><div><br /></div><div>My eyes are closed,</div><div>tightly, in fact.</div><div>Still no answer,</div><div>From me.</div><div><br /></div><div>How long more should I say dormant,</div><div>for a volcano may erupt anytime.</div><div>Darn, IT JUST DID!!!!!!!</div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-28720567019770658672009-12-29T01:47:00.000-08:002009-12-29T02:05:34.794-08:00this is real, this is me!<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Regrets! I hate regretting my decisions, especially if I thought that this was one of the decisions where I have finally proved that i had guts! <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Now here I am, treating the wound of the boomerang that has been hitting me since the 28th of November!!! Why a boomerang??!!! Ah well, if it isn't dear Ms. Thanges complaining again!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I wish i hadn't confessed! It was a relief when i did but now that the distance we had when you were leaving was so far, I have now come to believe what a stupid mistake i have made. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Why was it a mistake?</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1. Because i was merely keeping up with the Joneses</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2. Because it thought i,too, had something going on in my heart.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>3. Because i saw no one else that i thought was serious enough\</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>4. Because i thought that i loved him. ( i cant believe i just wrote that)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>5. Because i wanted to be different.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>6. Because I WAS NOT MYSELF(clearly!!)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>7. Because it is one mistake that i cannot mend.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So, what happens now??</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am going to be me! No more lies, no more cover ups, no more trying-to-be -someone-i'm-not. I AM NOT GOING TO CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK ABOUT ME! I AM GOING TO HAVE FUN WITH MY FAMILY AND MY TRUE FRIENDS!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>wooooooohooooooo!!! now that felt good!!</div><div><br /></div><div>before i leave,:::</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>lame is what i used to be,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>now i shall not become,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>game is what i intend to see,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>now i am gonna play, so here i come!!!!!</div><div><br /></div>thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-7751781518551415822009-05-06T10:40:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:25:55.327-07:00broken roads, pot holes, dangerous corners,<br />are all the hurdles one has to encounter when they are at the roads.<br />so, is life...<br />with it's dissatisfactions, failures and problems..<br /><br />i am not yet wise,<br />but i dare say that the better part of my college life has been full of opportunities in disguise<br /><br />most people tend to spell their problem as P.R.O.B.L.E.M but I spell problems as O.P.P.O.R.T.U.N.I.T.Y!!!<br /><br />i know i am not yet wise,<br />but yet i can see how pathetic most people are when it comes to their problems..<br />why do they AVOID it??<br /><br /> i know i am not yet wise<br />but why cant they just FACE their bloody problem, rather than complaining it to people that happen to be passing their way!!<br /><br />i know i am not yet wise,<br />yet i still have the guts to question these matters<br />although i do face the same terror in facing ur own problems<br /><br />the worst part is when i knows my fears and flaws clearly and enticingly well<br />but fails to work on it!!<br /><br />then, it came to a point where i saw myself as a hypocrite!<br />then, i realized the consequences of taking no actions to my problem<br />then, i realized what i had been missing out on for all this time...<br />then, i realized that I HAD TO DO SOMETHING!!<br /><br />the first thing was to change my perception towards my problems and that is why i spelt problems differently.<br /><br />but that did not fix it yet...<br />i had lots to do....<br /><br />i had to smile and regenerate my spirit when i looked at my failures which are like my bread and butter at most times.<br /><br />i had to find the energy to restrain from all possible distractions that can reassign my track<br />i had to regain the composure i once had when i reacted to major problems<br />i had to disregard the opinions of others<br /> so that i am myself<br /> so that i have my own identity<br /> so that i wont be stereotyped<br /> so that i can live by own rules and conditions!!!<br /><br />yet i tried again and again..<br />my results still let me down...<br /><br />WILL<br />So simple this 4-letter word may sound<br />but the strength in this word is certainly undeniable<br /><br />when there's a will. there's a way..<br /><br />SO TRUE...<br /><br />therefore, before i started doing anything, i asked myself: ARE YOU UP 4 IT???<br /><br /> and of course, it answered with the right voice that is YES!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />since then, when a problem came up, i always got excited for the fact that, i am going to improve and reinforce my faiths and skills by FACING MY FEARS!!!!!!!thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953053473879246519.post-10250468066838670192008-11-11T20:01:00.000-08:002009-01-11T21:38:47.949-08:00Why do most people assume women are incapable? I am not saying that every Tom, Dick and Harry are like this but there are people who practice this habit, I daresay. Even in English, this gender issue is applicable. For example, like I've mentioned, the phrase 'Tom, Dick and Harry' are clearly all names of men. Why can't it be 'Sally, Molly and Mary' instead? Or if it sounds a bit too feminine; how about Tom, Sally and Harry?<br /><br /><br /><br />Let's move on to more serious matters-politics. In certain countries, the amount of women involved in politics are rather minimal. This is not because women are not interested or afraid but this problem is, indeed, due to the fact that there is a certain quota for women involvement in politics. Isn't that pathetic?! According to my 'insignificant' common sense, this is clearly unfair! If one is collectively chosen by the nation, then he or she has every right to be the leader. But, to my despair, this ain't the norm, looking at the way politics is being coordinated.<br /><br /><br /><br />One might even 'enticingly' describe the flaws of women when argued on this matter. Among their arguments are:<br /><br /># women are not strong enough<br /><br /># women are emotional<br /><br /># women are incapable of protecting themselves without the presence of a male<br /><br /># women have mood swings(PMS) and so their decision-making abilities will deteriorate during<br /><br />this time<br /><br /># women are easily influenced<br /><br /># AND THE LIST GOES ON...<br /><br /><br /><br />Well, let me present to you my arguments on this matter. Firstly, strength does not determine the effectiveness of a leader but what matters is the mental strength. Women have a surpassing strong mind, I should say. Most people will certainly rebuke my stand and I will tell you why. The society normally assumes on a certain issue based on what they have heard, what they have seen or what they have known. Notice that i have used the past tense to describe these verbs. What I am trying to deduce is that the society looks at women based on what they have known in the past. I would surely not refute the opinion that women in the past are somewhat weak and are not leader-material. But now....that is an understatement!!!! Today's women are not like the ones in the past as they have broken out of the pot that was holding them in. Today, women are not referred to as women anymore but they are referred to as SUPERWOMEN!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />The second argument, is that, women are emotional. Who in this world is not emotional???? This is clearly a misconception! Both men and women are emotional but women are more expressive about their feelings when compared to that of men. Men are not seen as emotional beings because they normally love to bottle up their emotions than sharing them. Then, there's the opinion about women being helpless without the presence of a male. How absurd!! Today's women are quite skilled when it comes to protecting themselves from danger. Martial arts, pepper spray-you name it and they have it!! Besides that, there is the PMS. This is another misconception that men have. PMS was never and will never be an obstacle for women. PMS is just like a headache to women. Piece of cake! And the argument about women are easily influenced is clearly a 'sweeping statement'! Women nowadays, are rather alert about their lives. They try their level best to go over a certain matter numerous times before deciding on its validity.<br /><br /><br /><br />All in all, I believe if a woman were to be a nation's leader, the nation would prosper harmoniously. I have a very simple example that will trigger our minds on the thought that women can also prevent war. In your home, if you and your siblings were quarelling over something, your mother will be the best person to settle the fight; am I right?<br />This is the reality that occurs in 90% of the homes in Malaysia. However, I shall not blanket the fact that men have done surpassingly well to develop our country, Malaysia, but don't we, the women, need a chance and opportunity to shine to?thangeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312842535897613886noreply@blogger.com0