Asinine Bedlam

It feels almost like it has been ages since I last blog. I see many things happening everyday and I really want to blog about it but I just can't find time to do so. I have tons of things I want to talk about; my take on the Malaysian literature, what I have learned after weeks in this new course, how I feel about being back at square one, but all this will just be put aside and I'll talk about it when I do have the time or inclination to talk about it. I just do not have enough time right now. Will talk about how I can't seem to get enough time next time too...(^__^) Anyways...today's topic: Theatrics of a Scholar is something that I put close to heart because it seems to be a forever happening occurrence (or should I say pandemic?) that just can't be cured. First thing that most "scholars" go through when they go for the tertiary education is no doubt the gargantuan deluge of assignments and whatnot. But what irks me is not the assignments because that i...

...when you're driving down the road at 100km/h with the windows rolled down and the radio tuned way up!! Anticipating my date with fishes tomorrow...hope the rain won't be making an appearance. Hmm...maybe I should hang the teru teru bozu tonight??

Quick post here...Still got lots of things to do...will blog properly few days/weeks later... I'm sorry...I did not meant it the way you think I did...I try not to judge people purely on hearsay because I know people's views can be prejudiced in some ways. There are countless times however when what I believed to be true is shown to be wrong and what my friends had been telling me were sadly the truth. If what I said before this offended you, all I have to say is I mean no harm. Most of the time I speak what I think but what you heard is not truly what I said. You added words in to exaggerate the point and I don't think what you did is right. If you have something to say about it I think you should take it straight to me and not beat around the bush. I try not to be hurt with what you wrote but when I know it is not all true I cannot help but feel like I have been misjudged. You did not allow me to explain myself and you drop the axe straight away. Is that a fair trial? I...

We were learning pronouns for our Structure and Grammar lecture just now. Almost at the end of the lecture we noticed a suspicious looking passage and I thought I might share it with you. Delia looked out of the window and watched the setting sun. Her children would soon be home and she would have to tell them the awful truth. She wished she could avoid facing her children but the time had come when she could no longer keep her secret to herself. She had to tell her children what the doctor had told her that morning. We were supposed to put in the correct pronouns in this passage by the way. Anyways, by this time you will think there's nothing wrong in this passage but can't help in feeling sad for the lady because she might have some sort of illness and the poor children will not be able to take care of themselves. But wait! Let's continue on with the passage shall we? She was seventy years old. (Huh? oh okay, she's an old woman!) She had lived a happy and ful...

Noteworthy Blog: http://tokyobling.wordpress.com/ I have a friend who is a major Japanese fan and I am sure he will love this blog. Anyone out there who loves all things Japanese can go have a look too! I'm not being paid to advertise here but I stumbled on it this morning and found the posts interesting...I've put a link under the Blog of Note (it's on the right side, in case you miss it...) so just click on it to jump to the blog... Just wanted to get a word out there anyway...Will blog about more substantiate things later...Still busy!

I am currently swamped by extreme case of procrastinated work. Tutorial questions, assignments and revision for quizzes. Wait, put that way it doesn't seem too bad. Let me put it in another way. I have two work due on Friday, two long-winded assignments and one quiz due next week. Sprinkle a bit of tutorials here and there and you get a number of panicking students running around pulling their hair. Better stop procrastinating and start moving my engines then...Let this be a lesson to all...Never put off things when you can do it at that moment!

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...