A New Year with a Bang

It is definitely more than A Bang. A few bangs actually! But these stuffs are too raunchy for this pure and innocent blog of mine. There are heaps of people who think that 2008 is bad. A lot of people experienced their worst (if not worst of the worst) time of their life in 2008. If I were to start complaining, I reckon my 2008 is not as bad as some other people. Who lost their love one, and/or their daily income with 10 mouths to feed, or both.

I suppose finishing my Honours degree is one of the good event. But things just went down hill later at the end of 2008. Heaps of mates said that 2009 is a new year, that this will be a better year. But is it? I am not sure myself. My future is not bright enough to tell. But it is only a matter of time (so I would like to think). At the same time, this bleak time has brought me some of the unexpected gift that I am so grateful for. These unexpected gift is not a pot of gold. It is a group of friends and family to be exact. Of course I know mates are quite important to me, but these time, they are the one who encouraged me to keep going on, not to lose hope and faith. I would like to think so, my patience is kind of running low though. Another unexpected gift is about myself, which I have said the past entry (too lazy to link it, so find it yourself).

Everyone is saying 2009 is a better year rite.

I would just like to look at the optimistic side, which I can hardly do it. I know all I need to do is to lift my head up and look at the blue summer sky when I am down. Hoping I can reach the sky while I am barely walking on the surface.

Oh no, a new year with a quite emotive entry....... I hope this year won't be an emo year for me. I am just too tired, end up being emo because I did not have enough sleep last night. I was partying hard and had only a few hours of sleep. I need to stay awake until maybe 10.30pm because I do not want to wreck my 2009 sleeping pattern......

Happy New Year mate! I hope it will be a wonderful and joyous year for all of you!

Cancer (My Last Respect)

No, it is not about the horoscope Cancer..... Well, listen to the whole story will yah.... Today I lost one of my cousin, to cancer. Yep, the disease cancer..... Too bad I can not go back to Penang, or at Penang to pay my last respect to her.

I am not very close to her actually. She live at the Wellesley Province, while I live in Penang Island. So I rarely get to see her. She is about 20 years old elder than me (so is most of my cousin), so we have less common ground. Besides she is always away giving tuitions to other students. The time that I get to see and talk to her is during Chinese New Year. When she is not giving tuition classes and at around the house. From what I've recalled, she was alone all the time. Don't remember she got married (Leong's curse: Every Leong is kinda curse to be single). She worked very hard to earn a decent (or maybe rather huge amount) of money. Staying indoors, in air-conditioned room to give tuition classes (Malaysian's terminology for extra classes besides school classes). And you think cancer is only caused by excess interaction with any radioactive.....

4 months ago, when my mom told me that she was diagnosed with cancer, I was quite shock. I was rather worry. But after my mom's visit, she told me that my cousin looked fine. After that, she was allowed to go back home. I thought she can win this fight. But alas, today, she lost the battle.

I could not write any further.

So this will be my last respect to you Ah Khum Piew Cheh:

Sorry I did not make any efforts to get to know you well. But I hope you can read this wherever you are. May you rest in peace.

Dear to me

I really have no idea what I want to write for this entry. But felt like writing into my blog, which clearly has no one bother writing their crap over the crapbox or worse don't even bother looking. hehehehe. Should I keep on promoting my blog? Then people will call me "SHAMELESS" for keep on promoting it... Hahaha

Okay, let me explain what is the meaning of independent. With independent, you are more likely to go through your life without fear and worries. You can finish a job given to you without helps from other people. You believe (so is other people) you can do such thing no doubt. Don't you feel good? Able to do stuffs without helps of others.

But, it is never this case. When you are too independent (by the look of it), people will easily brush you off; thinking you can make it yourself. However, most of the independent people are emotional dependent. They looked too hard and bright outside, when there is a dark and gloom cave under the skin. It is good when these people found someone who can light up their caves, but others, might need cobweb to help them keep company. Hahaha.

The amount of single people are rising by days (both sexes). This means people are getting more independent by days. But this is not the way. Especially Malaysian. I reckon, Malaysian are getting so independent, most guys are single.... Or they are the loser in the ultimate game called relationship... I would like to believe they are independent. I am still living in denial. Hahaha

I wanna thank this particular person who turn on a torchlight in my caves during summer. Thank you very much. You are there when I needed the most. Please light it once again and forever.

~Het missen van u ~ S'ennuyer de vous ~ Vermissen Sie ~ Sig.na voi ~ 逃すこと ~ 너를 놓침 ~

No Complain(s)

Well I was going to write something about this morning, but after today, I don't think I can complain anymore. For those who know me, I like to voice out my disagreements or discontentment. For today, I need to wake up at ungodly hour 5.45am just to travel back to Churchill to help my supervisor with the compost mixing. I was going to start my rambling, until...

For the past few days/weeks, all I did was waking up in late morning/ sometime afternoon, to do some articles reading and watch more telly.... Those days were pretty bored. Then, a few days ago, I went back to Melbourne, just to do my body checkup for my Visa extension. While I was at the city, I called up my technical supervisor, John, and he said I can come over today to help him and Craig with mixing of the oily sludge and compost. I was kinda psyched with that idea, but immediately being put off because I need to start traveling early morning just to reach Churchill at around 9am or 10 am....

My aunt, who is a nurse, promised will drop me over the station when she goes off to work. It was 5.45am when I forced myself to wake up, took a shower and prepare myself. When we were outside the house, on the way to the city, we saw the West Gate Bridge was chock a block with vehicles...... Ungodly 6.30 in the morning and everyone from the city are on the bridge, heading toward that big smoke....

When I was in the train, there were heaps of people, from primary students to elders. All of them need to wake up around my time, or even earlier just to get the train, for a better school that is about 45 minutes or 1 hour train away. There is this guy from my campus whom I met when I was waiting for the campus taxi, that he travel up and down 3 days per week.... 3 DAYS PER WEEK..... Gosh, I rather sleep at home, than coming to uni which needs around 2 to 3 hours with public transports. Then this gal whom I met, also in the taxi, said the same thing. They were chirping away about the methods to wake up at this ungodly hour, couldn't help by adding some tips of mine, using my mobile alarm....

Now, I felt so thanks and relieved that I stayed back in my hostel, which is less than 5 minutes walk from the university. That I can go back home to take a good nap after my lab or class (no more classes though, I graduated from my degree!). That I do not need to travel another 2 hours to go back to my home sweet home. Basically I am very thankful to my aunt and my parent!

Maybe it is different culture, where Aussie tends to keep their lifestyle, while I rather change my whole lifestyle, just to suit the new environment!
Signing off, without any complains

Long hiatus coming soon....

Sorry guys. I will be going for a holiday. A time to rest after 1 year of working nonstop. Can you imagine that? After 1 year only I get my very own rest. Why?

Well, after the semester started last year, I worked nonstop throughout the semester. Even after the 2nd semester final, I need to start doing my third year project... That project goes on until the beginning of the 2007 first semester. Of course there is some small holidays with my aunts and some parties, but not something I did for myself and I died to go.

Now, after my final paper of this semester, I need to continue doing a poster for the conference that will be held in Adelaide. I am very tired... I need to get away from these, I need a runaway. So I reckon Sydney is a good hideout!

I am sorry to those who keep track on my blog, but this poor guy need a rest from all these. He need a day where he does not need to worry about his works, and he can play from dust to dawn, or maybe early morning!

To those who are eager to see my new blog layout, you will need to wait for awhile. I have no more strength to do such thing. Thanks to Sookie who helped me a lot! I will die without your helps!!!! Thanks

Ciao, till next time.

Gown Day Part II - The Monash Staffs

Food of the Day: Butter Garlic Chicken

This entry is about the staffs in Monash Gippsland Campus. You might not know them, but they are somebody to me! They've helped me heaps throughout the time in this campus.Catherine, chem lab assistant
Persia Hill, International Student Support manager (I reckon)

Lauren,


Barbie, chemistry lecturer. Barbie got pregnant last sem, so she did not teach me that much, as to Bob.

Mary, lab assistant

One of the receptionist, at the main reception

Miss Jenny Mosse (pronounced as Mosa, not mousse), biotech course coordinator

Bob! Chemistry Lecturer. That day was our lucky day. We thought Bob won't be in the campus that day. But to our surprise, and our luck, he came for work!

There are heaps more lecturer victim we could not hunt. Kirsten went back to Germany; Phil went back home early..... (he promised to be there....); Alan had gone wonder about and got lost somewhere; that day Anita did not come for work, not her workday; I don't have the time to go to ASIRC, to take photo with the colleagues; Chris, I reckon he went to Philippines to look for more mossie; I couldn't find Emily anywhere in the campus; Wendy had gone for a meeting; and lastly Eddie had gone back Malaysia in the beginning of the semester, for good....

PS. Are you eager to see my groupie photo? Well you will have to wait. Hehehehe. Patient is a virtue! Those who are not, ignore this idiot. He lost his mind over study. How sad. Hahahaha

Live your life to the fullest (The Entry)

Food of the Day: Not in the mood to think such thing

I should have post this entry long time ago. But everytime when I planned to write entry for this blog, I tends to forget about it.

Virginia Tech's shooting has passed so many days, now only I started writing about it. But another major event reminds me about writing this one. Thanks.

Life is so fragile, one minute you might be thinking how bad is your life, and another minute you might be dead. Shot by some unknown. Or you might be 'hitting mossie' (means you have nothing to do), and without you knowing it, some dengue mossie bite you and you are dead meat!

Take Virgina Tech's people for example. For Chris (One of the victims whom I took in random, no specific reason), it might be just another day of lectures for him. He went to class early in the morning, feeling sleepy. Sat in the engineering class that is drop-dead boring, and started 'fishing' in the lecture hall. He might be so sleepy that he can't even hear the shooting going on outside, somewhere.

Then, SUDDENLY, someone came into the lecture hall, before he knows it, Chris is shot "bang", dead.


Sad huh........... So, please cherish your life. No matter how suck they become, it is better than those without one.

The City is alive!

Most respected person in Melbourne CBD, non-stop hulahoop for days

When you wake up, and you look out of your window, what do you see and hear? If you are staying in the city, what do you see and hear?

Car?

Smokes?

People opening the department stores?

Noises from traffic jams?

From these, do you think that the city is alive?

NO!!!

The city is not alive by these noises and these craps.....

It is the street performers who make the city (any city) alive!

They bring music into the city, instead of some kind of music from the department stores, they bring laughter to the city, they bring people to attention, and the most important thing is they bring LIVE to the city.

Every time I went down to Melbourne, I see people performing at every corner of the CBD (Central Business District). People with expensive guitars and stands. People that look like they slept at a trash corner somewhere. People who have decent looks playing on drum that is made of tins and basket. Kids playing X'mas songs with their electrical organ, saxophones. People from all different races.

What are their purpose. You might ask.

Each of them have different purpose. So are everyone on this lonely earth. Some of them are chasing their dreams in performing related business. Some of them are doing it so that they won't have stage-fright. Some of them have only one purpose. To earn a decent money, without breaking the law.

I, being my naive self, always think that money is easy to earn. Maybe I've not in such situation where I have to scrape the bottom of the barrel. But, there is always but, I got kick back to reality for this moment after watching The Pursuit of Happyness. This movie tells us about how bad can your luck be. Some people need money so desperately, that they hold dear to their 5 dollars like it is 1,000 bucks. These people on the street, some of them just want to earn so decent money. They do not give up no matter how deep they fell. Like the most famous person in Melbourne, not John So the Melbourne Mayor; the Asian guy doing hulla hoop for days without stopping for meals. Yes, he is the guy above!

I have never seen him, standing with his own leg, and have a meal before. Most of the time, when I am in the city, I will see him performing along Bourke Street or Swanston Street. He is that good, and determined to earn enough money for him to eat his dinner.

When I got tired of window shopping around city, the place you can find me is around Bourke Street Mall. I'll just sit there and see people perform. Aussie guy playing Chinese instruments; aussie guy blowing didgeridoo; bands playing in front of Myers Department Store; etc etc. They help me to kill some times before I heading back to Spotwoods, my aunt place.

Band performing at Bourke Street Mall, possibly outside Myers

I always pay them some money, coins every time I passed by. AND I URGE you people to do the same. We should appreciate such people. Without them, city would not be so alive.

P.S. It is ashame that Asian cities just don't have such things.

P.SS. Next time I am going to talk about graffiti. That I'll leave for next time.

Ta (Thanks) Fat Aunt

Well, what can I say about this blog? Hmmmmm. Okay Okay, those of you who knows me ( from Malaysia, Penang, or Australia) and to those who just bump into my blog, I am going to tell you people a story. Hmmmm, I can hear the idiots cried out loud, " Not Another Story!!!!! " ..... I don't care, this is my blog, I can say what ever I like!

First and foremost, if you people know I went to Australia to end my Science degree in Monash Gippy, you might thought, " This bloke is bloody rich, to come/went to Aus when he can finish the degree in Tanah Melayu (Malaysia) ". But I am actually not! You might heard it from directly from me, or from other people talking behind my back, or from some people's mouth; that I can come over here is because of my AUNT. YES!!!! You are correct, but no price for that. Hehehe

Well you see, my aunt has been living in Aus since I was born! I still remember, when I was still a kid, she will come back every 2 years. I only recalled when my cousin came back with her. We, one bunch of kids, tagged along with her to everywhere! She is like our candy lady. Hahaha. Still remember the place I like to go was the '15 Miles' ( 15 公里). How come we called the river that name? Let me explain more detail; 15 Miles means 15 miles from the Teluk Bahang Dam. Make sense? You can't swim in the Dam, that is where people get their water, idiot! Moreover the water was cleaner! If to those who never been to 15Miles or up to 18Miles, don't waste your time. It has been deteriorated by those Malays.

When we were over there, we played until the sun goes down. If not, my sister and I won't want to leave. Blah blah blah. Oh back to my aunt, we call her Fat Aunt. She use to be quite plump and thus this is how the name came about. We are Chinese, no way we can call her name just by that! Anyway she loved us very much, regard us as her sons and daughters, even she had one!

As my parent is not rich people, not roadside dirt poor either. Hmm... Maybe by referring to the Steak cooking methods; there is Blue, followed by Raw, and then Half cooked, and Fully cooked. We are in the Raw category! Not Blue and not yet Half cooked. There is no way I can come to down under to study... But my aunt willing to pay/ loan me for my tuition fees in Aus. How cool and good is that! Half of my friends are green with envy, because I got such good aunt! Ta her everyday for everything she did to me! Of course I do thanks my parent everyday, they did so much for me as well.

Well, better have my brunch. Woke up so long, still haven't had my brekkie....