Asinine Bedlam

Home; a place where you stay and go to at the end of the day to put up your tired feet. A place where pretensions are unnecessary, where habits are bred and left to infest on its own. A place where a child can run off to, comforted by the fact that the mother will be there waiting for his return. This is just another story. One where happy endings can never be found because life is filled with doubtful miracles and happiness is an unattainable paradise. The home that I went to when I was young was a theme park. It has an entrance that seems so grand but inviting, full of warmth and surprises to the outsiders. The earlier days were very different. The walls were painted bright white and the plants seem to thrive under all the loving care that the gardener rendered on it. There were crowds and joyful laughter. Games played and stories told. It was an endless array of entertainment from the moment when we open our eyes until the moment when we fall asleep. Each morning we woke up with the

I woke up early this morning and heard about Michael Jackson's death at the cafeteria when I was getting my breakfast. The man was saying something about not opening his stall in tribute to his death. I did not think much of it when I first heard it so I then headed to the library and checked the newspaper just to make sure of it. There wasn't anything written about it so I thought, "Okay...It's not real". I only found out the truth later when I checked the mail. When I first hear it I thought it was all a joke because to me Michael Jackson seems like an iconic person. That he would one day die is a fact, but I never thought it would be so soon. To me, he seems like a permanent fixture, like he is going to be there for a long time. It was sad to know he is a mortal after all and death comes at unexpected times. I was never a big fan of Michael Jackson. I first know about him when my dad got his album and played it on the television. I was amazed with the way he ex

A quick note: The blog's template has change due to problems on coding. I did not notice the comments written are not visible if it is too long before this until a few days ago. I was quite reluctant to do any changing because I was attached to it but hopefully, the same problem will not occur since I had to change the old template to a different one. Anyways... Not many people know this because I seldom talk about my blog or how and what I write in it. It does not seem like a good "parlor" topic, if you get what I mean. I have a habit of drafting my posts on the Microsoft Word before uploading anything final on the blog because I love the fact that Microsoft Word has the auto correct function in it. It saves me a lot of energy, in a way, because I do not have to bother about the capital letters or grammar issue. However, the most annoying part about it is that blogger somehow cannot upload my post if I copy and paste the passage straight out from Microsoft Word. This

"I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone" -Ali Javan- I think this quotes sums up how everyone feels or wish to be. To be able to hold a place of importance to someone's heart is an extremely special thing because it shows we're appreciated. I was chatting with an old friend of mine the other day about being grateful and this friend of mine was lamenting about how he feels he is being taken for granted. These past few days I have gone through a wild emotional roller coaster ride. It has been a long time since I have held a position, one where I have to be responsible for everyone's welfare. I am not complaining about the added responsibility of being a course rep but sometimes the job makes me feel unappreciated. I believe it is a fact that most of us who are born and educated in the eastern way find difficulties in showing our feelings. I must admit that up until this point I have never let my brothe

I'm having a lot of mixed reactions lately. I'm starting to dread looking at the reactions I get when I tell them the reason I'm in my first year all over again. I'm not embarrassed by my decision but I hate being judged for it. I changed my course not because I hate science. I find the subject interesting but I guess science hates me. It's hard to not wonder sometimes whether if I actually made the right choice. I miss the subject a lot. I wish I still have an excuse to enter the laboratory just to play around with the chemicals. I wish I still have an excuse to enter science and maths related lectures. I used to tell myself I do not want to do something I love. This statement might cause people to start doubting my sanity because it seems obvious to everyone that we should do what we love. My reasoning for this was that it would be sad if you start to hate what you used to love. It would not seem right to start hating what you enjoy the most beca

It's sad to see that I blog an average of one post per month ever since moving my blog to Blogger, when I blogged more frequently before this. Circumstances have changed though and I promise I'll start writing more diligently. Today marks my fifth day here at Kampar. Time seems to move at a slower pace here and there are times when I wished time could just stop for a moment to allow me to absorb all the things that has happened these past few days. My first impression when I got a glimpse of the campus was awed. The campus looked really beautiful. For once I felt like a real university student because the campus looked like a real one unlike the ones in KL. One thing I have to mention though; why are all the buildings grey in colour? It gives off a really glum and serious feeling, which I guess is what the administration is hoping for? The second and forever lingering impression I got is how hot the place seems to be. Is it just the weather here or is this a sign of global warm