无需向快乐崇拜
和一位朋友聊通宵
凌晨4点了
我们还没入梦乡
电话断了好几遍
梁静茹那首Fly Away的铃声又向起
我们就这样一直聊下去
今晚很难入眠啊!
为什么?是不是有什么心结?
不妨说说看…
没什么不高兴的,
只是很纳闷
最近竟然怀疑平时是否真的开心
是不是自己骗自己,感觉都也麻木了
好像很不理解快乐的定义了
怎么说?
你不是一直都是大家的开心果吗?
每次别人不开心时
都会向我倾诉
而我,
闷闷不乐的时候
真的不知该向谁诉苦是好
我想,
你心里积的垃圾已经负荷了吧?
为什么会担心自己不开心呢?
伤心没罪呀!
是否应该诚实地面对自己的心情和感觉?
我也不是不开心啦
只是说笑话,捉弄人的那种开心
总不能让我真正的高兴起来
快乐真的有分这么多种吗?
需要那么复杂么?
不是真心感受就可以从心中滋养出来了吗?
还是我们太空虚了?
所谓的快乐每人都有自己手中的一把尺来衡量
不需要跟别人比较
更忌和自己多元化的情绪一较高低
Life in form 6-chapter 1
As I’ve promised you guys, I’m going to update soon, I hope by what I mean “soon” is
soon enough for you guys. If you’re wondering what I’m doin recently, well, form 6 has started for 2 weeks (whilst the break is here again…hahaha), in St. Thomas’ school. It’s a very beautiful school (I think it’s also one of those schools with the most mirrors in Malaysia. NO bluffing, and I mean mirrors in every corner of the school, not only in the washrooms.), probably more beautiful than some of the colleges and it’s got an interesting history to tell too, as the earliest established school in Sarawak. As a matter of fact, the admin put in a lot of effort to welcome us newcomers during the first 3 days of school. There were talks and a treasure hunt. Talks were boring and frightening. They showed us statistics of students who had done well in SPM but did poorly in STPM. Stressful.
And have I mentioned the culture? Oh, I must not forget, interesting people. That is something to touch about besides the fancy gardens. Ya, the people. It’s a boys’ school, so the majority are males. Females can only be found in form 6 classes and in the staffroom. However, there’s this grey colour between black and white. The grey community contributes also quite a percentage in this school. I haven’t come out with a plan to do some survey yet but obviously, this fact is not some secret anymore (anyone who’ve been here should know lar). I don’t know the history or the factor of this “phenomena” but then it shall not be a distraction or whatsoever once we’re used to it. We (most of the newcomers) think they look (the way they dress themselves after school) and sound disgusting. Um…when I say sound disgusting, I mean they’re softer than girls and etc. I haven’t get to know one well yet but I don’t think discrimmination would stop me to know them better. Some Thomians (who has been studying in the school for the past years) even tease them. How hurting can that be?
Ok, enough of “sensitive” issues. About school life, teachers are actually not as strict as they first seem to be (but school rules are). I was caught for my long nails, coloured hair and
neckless the first day I went to school. Ya,
Neckless, hahahaha……that was what registered under the rules I’ve broken. How can a student without a neck harm the school, no point wah…but then it’s just a spelling mistake lar…should be spelled “
necklace” and I don’t know what was filled in my mind that time when I wrote “
neckless”. The PK Hem. even circled the error in the list (which makes my name more outstanding among the others’_) and corrected me. Therefore,I laughed non-stop while facing her. So, seeing the PK Hem isn’t THAT stressful. The same goes to the discipline teacher. She thinks my hair has not meet the “blackness” she wants after the first time I dyed it black. So she suggested me to buy the RM2 colour hair dye from the pasar malam. She claimed it to be very effective and that she had bought one before. I wanted to ask, “Teacher, no wonder your hair is
sooooo black” hahaha…but I kept it to myself. I don’t want to be expelled from school yet, so better don’t take risk.
Oh yea, I spotted a few handsome guys in school =) heehee… that’s what we go to school for…
And I just finished an essay entitled “Life in form 6” during MUET class this morning. But this version is what the teacher shouldn’t be reading at. So, you guys, very lucky lor…hahaha
hope that it won't screw up my blog this time
Your Birthdate: March 1 |
Your birthday suggests that are executive ability and leadership qualities in your makeup.
A birthday on day 1 of any month gives a measure of will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach.
This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush.
You may be sensitive, but your feelings stay rather repressed. |
RECOVERED
YEAH!~ My blog recovered finally...im such a genius hahaha...i think i shall sart to update again soon =)
under repair
aiyo...no need me say lar....see also know my blog kena virus lor....n also my english lar....so that it matches well with my messy blog...got green got pink got white......see till u mata juling....i try to post sth better lar....but thn bosim arr, see my blog becum like this....aduh....simtia
"Contoh Karangan"
Guess I have not been writing a factual for a long time. I have been very helpful and kind. This is the essay I help Chong Mui to write. Aduh~ put here as the "model essay" muakaka....most of the numbers are made up by me....it's crap lar, who doesn't use improper lanuguage while chatting.....and even blogging? Hah, not me definitely
=p Handphone has become one of the neccesity of the modern society. A handset however, is only useful when complimented by a telecommucation service company which provides users with services like calling, voicemails, multimedia messaging service (MMS), GPRS and Short Message Service (SMS). In this article, SMS will be the main focus because it is one of the mostly used service among the mentioned services. According to one of the statistics shown by Maxis, one of the leading telecommunication service company in Malaysia, its users has sent up to 1.7 billions of short messages last year. This tremendous sum is not surprising because it has become a trend for handphone users, especially youngsters to use SMS. It is popular because it is cheaper and “cooler”. Despite that, the usage of SMS does bring some debatable issues since the problem of language abuse rears its head among some students. This inevitably affects students in terms of their writing and spelling skills.
We can easily spot banners from different companies which boosts the usage of SMS by offering 5 sen per SMS, 1 sen per SMS or even 0 sen per SMS everywhere. This is actually a marketing strategy the entrepreneurs use to encourage handphone users to SMS more. Their target group is the teenagers who are also students. There are many reports on students using the “SMS language” during proper language lessons. The “SMS language” is basically short forms created by youngsters to save time and space while sending an SMS. This type of language is informal and sometimes incomprehesible because it differs from a group of friends to another. It is also not recognised internationally unlike the proper abbreviation that has been agreed by language scholars. A lecturer from the United States once failed his student for using the“SMS language”in his essay because he claimed it as a disrespect for the beauty of the language. The student on the other hand was frustrated and rebutted that we need a change to keep up with the fast pace of the modern world and that the shorter the language is, the faster and easier we are able to present an idea.
That is not the only example. Students tend to use “u” as in “you”, “2” as in “to”while writing. Those are a few common examples but the list goes on. Sometimes, words like “didn’t” is substituted by “din”. There is a bias in the meaning because “din” by itself means noisy. “2” in the SMS language is not only being referred as “to”, but sometimes “too” and also the number “2”. This causes not only deterioration in the writing, but also confusion is spellings. Students would slowly neglect the importance of using proper language while writing, become unable to admire the exquisite language that has been inherited from the ancient wisdom since millenniums, and even lose interest for learning the language. This will be a big loss for literacy and language studies.
Apart from that, a minority of students even cheat through SMS during examinations. Some students rely too much on SMS-ing that they couldn’t take their hands off from their handphones. Whenever they hear a beep, they would think of it as their incoming SMS whilst it is actually other people’s. This distracts them from focusing in their studies. Therefore, parents and teachers should be sensitive towards youngsters’ habit of using SMS. Students should be encouraged to use proper language while SMS-ing and be taught to appreciate the beauty of language.
亲爱的YS
你知道我很少那么感性的.
也许应用自己的母语写作的确让我觉得舒服得多
尤其是那发自内心的声音
闷了太久,是时候发出来了吧
尽管声音发得沙哑
文字在此却跳得婆娑起舞
这是我欠你的:
还记得吗?
在你临走,飞往新加坡那晚
我在你家update了我的blog
你说,一定要替你写一篇喔!
随后我应你,写了篇短的,是英语的
这次,感性点儿,
用我们俩最熟悉的华语.
而且是专写给你的
也给我
因为你让我忆起很多我差点忘了的记忆
并非我无心
只是生活的繁忙让我忘停下来
回忆,品尝,细嚼
那些我们共存的美好时光
谢谢你
提醒我
原来我们的blog
竟也是我们的纪念册
纪念那些永远都无法倒退的时光
以一场小病来当自己懒惰update的藉口
多差劲的我呀!
我想我们的友情微妙在
不是你我分隔两地却同时得的到同样的病
而是
这场病让我惊觉
原来还有一个这么关心我的朋友
我怎可能不记得?
原来你也一直在我心中
p.s.好象怪怪的,我始终觉得你写的好得多; )
Dog Phobia
There is a kind of four-legged animal which freaks me a lot. It’s a very common mammal we see everywhere. And I mean dogs. Can you believe this? I’m afraid of dogs, even though they’re cute. I’m scared of them if they come in a gang and look at me like “I wanna bite you”. This is my worst confession of the year I guess. I was kind enough to help my neighbour out by distributing flyers house by house. You know, there are many dogs in those housing area.
The sun was shining brightly on my face. It felt hot. I saw many types of houses, inserted the flyers into all sorts of mailboxes. I don’t know the effectiveness of this marketing strategy but I was assured when some people actually read it straight after I put the flyer into the mail box. At least my effort wasn’t wasted. My neighbour and another aunty then dropped me at one of the streets as they proceeded to another. To my horror, the sky turned grey. And out of the bush came Leong’s car. Surprised, he asked why I was there. And surprised too, I asked him why he appeared at somewhere like that. I guess he was more surprised though. He kindly offered me to eat out with he and his friend. Too bad I was on duty, I could have just sneaked off. I watched his car went off when I felt the first drip of water on my head. Oh no! where are they (my neighbour and the aunty)? I looked around and regretted that I didn’t took my neighbour’s handphone number. Soon, it poured. But I found them. That didn’t mean that work had come to an end. I was given an umbrella to continue. Walao eh…so cham, man. I was totally soaked despite the pity shelter the umbrella gave me. I could have been eating somehwere with my gang (the plan was cancelled because I couldn’t make it) or watching TV at home enjoying the cool weather BUT there I was, working in the rain. Luckily they put me in the rain for only a few minutes. They soon decided to leave. I doubt if I can recover real soon. I had
a minor headache when I reached home.
I quickly bathed once I got home. The worse thing is to come. My mum thought I had
eaten so she left nothing for me. I ended up eating Kolok Mee at Sekama when my dad came home. He guided me while I drove. Still not positive bout my driving skills. Think I’ll have to wake up early and drive them to jog again tomorrow morning. I’ve been off for a several days already, since I fell ill.
And you know what? Remember I once blogged bout the Indian man who told me he wanted to commit suicide? OMG, he wasn’t died yet. How do I know? Because he called me again. Not this time. I’m not gonna answer his call
again. What a nightmare!
sorry for making u wait
Wondering why I’ve not been updating my blog these days? It’s because I’m not connected to the internet.
Why didn’t I come online? Simple, because I didn’t put my hands on the computer.
And that’s because I’ve fallen sick. I caught a flu and have a terrible sorethroat right now. I don’t want to spread viruses all over. I was so concern that you guys might get infected as well until I realised that this is just an atrocious excuse I gave myself for being lazy to update my blog.
Sorethroat’s so bad that I sound alike
Donald Duck. Whenever I speak accidentally get a little bit enthusiastic, I tend to get off from the normal note of my chord. It’s like the bass going on high pitch, it sounds very the funny. My students (the 2 whom I give tuition to) laughed throughout the session whenever I spoke. I tried my best not to scold them because I couldn’t. If I had done that, their laughters would’ve gone wilder.
I hate to lose my voice. It’s one of my most valuable possesion. I hate it when I hear some nice songs on the radio but I can’t sing along as my singing is going to ruin the art. I hate it when I wanna scream but it tuned out. I hate it when I laugh but I sound like a goose.I hate it most when people laugh at my voice.
I mean, hey, what’s so funny lar? Wait till the day you have a sorethroat, I’ll laugh at you non-stop, I swear. Argh~ it’s so suffering, when will it end?
So, back to my life. Enough of all the repetitions “I hate”. My mum brought me to get my new uniform, Form 6 uniform. I look extremely dull in that. Nah, who doesn’t? it’s not gonna be a fashion show or what anyway. And my “white” shoes are no longer white, they’ve turned yellow. Ouhh…it’s looks so bad after a hibernation in my cupboard. I’m not planning to get a new pair YET. Who knows if I’m lucky enough to get the JPA scholarship or what…hehe… (it’s always good to have dreams). In that way, I can save money. Checking at the calendar, it’s less than 2 weeks when Form 6 starts. I’m not very prepared yet. Guess I’ll have to hunt for the textbooks soon.
By the way, I remember Ping told us that the namelist of those going to Form 6 will be out tomorrow. I wish I don’t have to go (
with a voice like this).
