Weak languages

So I'm going to write about writing today, particularly about weak, pathetic words (pathetic is much too strong now...it is not?) that are widely and repeatedly utilised in writing. Probably due to habit and complacency. This was in part, inspired by one of Jeff Goins' blogpost recommended in the newsletter I signed up for. Jeff stated a list of 'weak words' that could diminish the strength of our writing, including words such as 'very', 'things', 'stuff' and etc...Can 'etc' be considered as two weak words? I too might have been writing in a careless, yawn-inducing manner before, but now...I am positively anxious about typing the next sentence. Oh, the horror. You can refer to his list here.

However, his post brought to mind my high school English teacher who taught me in my final year. Looking back to those good old schooling days, writing was mostly 'occupational', and frankly somewhat akin to an apprentice's feeble attempts to impress and hopefully, to score points off his/her master. Well, for some of us that is. What can I say? We were almost constantly racing against the clock.

One memorable afternoon, my then-English-teacher strolled into the classroom with a stack of our exam papers. Silence ensued, necks craned and arched as though it would enable a glimpse of the grades in circles and red. The tension in the air was tangible, possibly due to the approaching Malaysian Certification of Education or SPM exams (equivalent to O-levels). But that's not the worst part.

My teacher was rather displeased with that term's paper. She started by distributing papers that were considerably less offensive to her grammatically-conscious eyes. Then she came to several sheets with marked edges, while I fidgeted in my seat. My friend's formal-writing was criticized for its flowery tone, and she received her paper with a poker face. Then, my teacher read one paragraph from the last sheet in a single breath. Apparently, three lines of texts with no comma in the middle is not ok. I raised my hand slowly and take full credit for that sentence. It was the last paper of her deck, thankfully - I felt fizzled out already.

She then addressed all of us and our poor choice of wording, particular with the use of one word: 'nice'. She criticized that the use of 'nice' is lazy and vague. 'The dress is really nice'. 'She have nice hair'. 'He owned a really nice car'. As she quoted what most of us did for that test, I realised that some of our writing must have been rather foolish, and even ridiculous from her point of view.

In case you hadn't noticed, I have just described one of those embarrassing moments in my life. To this day I remember her lecture explicitly, and I have not used 'nice' unless I was being vague intentionally. But there's a silver lining to that incident: I learned that vagueness is not acceptable in writings. Mostly. I have come across instances where wording can be too strong. But that's for another time.

And this is day two of #my500words!

My 500 Words

I...really am not supposed to do this. You see, I'm sitting in my office reading other people's blogs when I know my boss is after my neck. But then I come across this "My 500 Words" challenge on Jeff Goins page and boy, am I intrigued. Honestly, I have always hope to write a book of my own but the question that have always stump out the flickering hope was: What on Earth would I write about? I mean, what do I have to offer my audience, if I ever have one? 

I’ve kept journals to rant and complain about how I have no room in my cupboard to fit new books in the past, but never had I once thought about composing my thoughts to write something meaningful or fun or entertaining. Just the thought of the contents in those old journals make me cringe.

My 500 words challenge. Right. I was talking about that. (Focus!) So basically I just need to write 500 words every day for 31 days, no editing required, only and solely focusing on the process of writing. I realised I have restructured this sentence itself for a couple to times so that it sound right in my head. No editing is one thing I definitely cannot promise.

This challenge is going to take all of what little ability I have to stay committed to a single goal, and all of my concentration. I suspect that I have probably carried some form of Attention Deficit Disorder all my life. Since I was a child, I could never sit quietly in the class, listen to what my teachers said about handing in that piece of homework tomorrow, or stop doodling in pages of all of my exercise books and then tearing them out to evade my mother’s detection. I still have no idea why she bothered checking my homework: I never even jot them down in the first place. The worst that could happen was getting caned on the hand or being made to stand on chairs. I think those were means of trying to make me learn my lessons through pain and humiliation…yeah…I don’t think it worked.

As I’m typing this, I realise the importance of commitment in creating a life that I want. After my undergraduate degree, I lost sight of what I knew was the most important thing in life: to move forward continuously, even if it was just a little at a time. I can only guess that the effects of chasing after the life on the fast lane are taking its toll. I want things and I want them fast. I forgot that I’d have to take the first step in order to reach my goal, and that it would take a lot of hard work, patience, persistence, sacrifice, and with luck, some good luck and opportunity.

I probably signed up for this challenge rather impulsively, as with many decisions I made in my life. But I do love to write, and I want to remember how it feels to write something that is not related to work or formalities, and rediscover the meaning of ‘little by little’.

So, this is day one for me! Let’s hope I have something to write in the next twenty-four hours.

Brave

Love, love, love this to bits! I just love how truthful she is in her song-writing.
Sara Bareilles is verbal as she is witty, charming as she is classy. "Love Song" was what I first heard from her, and she stayed true to that. Thank you Sara!



Definitely my next splurge on an album.

Avril Lavigne - Rock N Roll

Come on, its got to be about ten years since we first heard "Complicated" and "skater boy" on the radio. I was an avid fan in 2004, following most of her interviews and music videos. I even bought her second album "Under My Skin". OK, I was in high school and that meant sacrificing a month's worth of pocket money (that was kind of a big deal) XD

Then in 2007, her styles, the contend of her songs skewed - to that of a young WOMAN. Knowing Avril (adventurous, bold and uncompromising in making her choices), I guess it's sort of expected. But I dropped out of her fandom for some reason...Probably because I was still a teenager.

But the advent of "Rock N Roll" reminds me that she is still one of the best singers around. Most importantly, the one thing that has not change since 2004, is the way Avril translates her way of life, thoughts and feelings, into lyrics - the reason I started listening to her.



I just have to say: Way to go Avril!

My 2 cents: Supersize vs Superskinny TV programme

I've been following this programme since season 2. Then I stopped at season 4, and picked it up again just as they finished making the latest season I know, which is season 6 (or was it 7?)...Oh well, you get the point: it's an on-off relationship. Right now, it doesn't matter to me if they don't make the programme anymore because I've stopped watching it anyway.

I understand that eating disorders are quite serious and can be detrimental physically and psychologically in the long run. Some has criticised that this TV programme is highly "triggering" for those under the grip of the disorder. See the article in this link:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2098744/Supersize-vs-Superskinny-said-trigger-eating-disorder-sufferers.html

I must confess that I'm affected too. Well, not in the same way as anorexics or bulimics, but for some strange reason I'm always munching when I'm watching it on the tube. And I almost never do that for other shows or movies. Ask my ex-roommate. 

The programme largely features the on-goings in the feeding clinic in earlier seasons. In later seasons though, it sometimes has little snippets, featuring people with eating disorders struggling with treatment and in one particular season, a journalist going through all the "strategies" people used to lose weight/fat/to look good - liposuction, baby food, detox, hypnosis (yes, you read "hypnosis" right), the lot. Those snippets are what makes the programme really interesting to me.

I'd say that there isn't really a clear format with the programme (not good). Not to be insensitive to those who've been hurt by the show, because I know the word "weight" can be really sensitive in this case. (Honestly, even to people like me who'd avoid the scale as much as she can. Yes, blame photoshop, beauty magazines and that neighbour who always comments on mine). But I think that the programme could help keep some people (who are not suffering from eating disorders) in line and not go overboard, whether they love food or just trying to lose some weight.

I can understand the standpoints of dieticians and psychiatrists who sincerely care and want to help their patients. I'm no expert, but looking in as a person who've kept from skipping meals after watching the programme, I think I can safely say that like everything else, the programme has its silver linings.

Finally, for anyone who is concern about losing or gaining weight and is considering a diet, please do a thorough research, get information supported by experts or scientific evidence before jumping into one. Just to avoid putting your body through unnecessary stress.

生活

我想要简单地过日子。

每天能展颜欢笑，每晚能睡得安稳。

感激上天的眷顾，目前为此我就这样。 我还是一样，小小的事情就能让我高兴很久。

现在觉得，日子纵使过得简单，我的生活必须精彩。好让我在漠然回首的某日，依然会觉得这一辈子没有空白。

Only Human

I almost lost my phone yesterday, but thank God the cleaner who picked it up was honest enough to return it to me. *Faith in humanity restored*

I was on my way to the canteen when I realised my phone wasn't with me, and then remembered that I had left it in the loo (I took it out of my pants pocket for fear of it sliding out and entering the sewers, which was what happened to a friend of mine, naming no names). So the first thing I did was ask for advice from my friends in the workstation, who stopped what they were doing immediately to help look for my phone. *Above said faith leveled up*

Supposedly the first thing to do was to speak to one of the security guards/officers in charge of this building's safety. But alas, NONE of them was around. So we went to the HIR Secretariat office instead, not to shovel blame onto anyone, but rather hoping that whoever found the phone would leave it there for "lost and found", and to find out who we can turn to if the phone wasn't there.

Guess what's the first thing my friend and I heard? "We are not responsible for this." My friend very calmly told her that that was not our intention. *yawn* Surprise surprise... Obviously you're not going to buy me a phone now, would you? I know this definitely doesn't apply to every white-collared office personnel, but sometimes I do think that the kakak and makcik who clean the washroom are warmer human beings.

Moment of Silence for the Angels at Sandy Hook

For Malaysian time, its 2230 hours.

Status: Idle.

Oh, continuing the trail from my last post, I passed everything and am about to have my convocation in October 2012! And in the new grand hall ! I haven't been there myself, but from photos of my friends/lecturers who visited the place, I comment it on its magnificence.

So...woohoo!!!

After I finished my examinations last May, I completed my thesis and moved back to hometown. These past few months have been up-and-downs, job hunting and struggling to make a decision about where I'll be heading. 

Honestly, I was torn between working to gain a little "financial-breather" and continue with a MSc. This time round, life made me understood, with a merciless finality about what my lecturer said: the choice of being realistic or idealistic. I'd like to believe in exploring and discovering different experiences while we're still young, should circumstances allow such a feat, and fly where the winds take us. Oh what a life that would be. But alas, I was told to have to steer the horses or end up crashing into a hedge. Count your blessings if what lies behind the hedge was a bed of daffodils and daisies. Despite the broken arm. 

In short, I've been idling ever since I finished in May. Not exactly idling, but its a long story and I thought I'd skip those.With the luxurious amount of free time, I reread all my favourite books, challenged the sleep-inducing classics of "Madame Bovary" , and the ever-thrilling works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, "Sherlock Holmes". 

I daresay I'll not make through "Madame Bovary". Should probably donate it next.

Its exam season!

I swear, whenever I'm free, I don't think of my blog as much as during my exam period. (Oops!)

If everything goes well, this is going to be my last exam period for degree. (Yes, I'm graduating!)

That is, if everything goes well. So, this is just a little update for anyone who still bother to check my ever-silent blog. Wish me luck coz I want to graduate October 2012!!!

Sitting on fences

Its been a while since I last posted.

What got me thinking is Neutrality.

I often hear people say "That's not my problem" or "I don't want to choose between them" when its time to do the right thing.

Maybe it is the smart thing to do sometimes. But I believe when people really have to make a choice, it is often because that choice, is part of the solution.

Which mean, by staying neutral and not contributing to the solution, they become part of the problem.

And it seems, I am not the only one who believe in that.

" Washing one's hands of the conflict between the powerful and the powerless means to side with the powerful, not to be neutral." ~ Paulo Freire

"People who demand neutrality in any situation are usually not neutral but in favor of the status quo." ~ Max Eastman

" If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality." ~ Bishop Desmond Tutu

Even if its just once. Do the right thing.

歌

有多久了。。。一首歌能让我感动。也许甚至像小孩一样哭着笑着。

不愧是姚若龙的词 + 林宥嘉的歌声。

Wee Lurve Uu

The only people who can still say "we love you~"; after you threw tandrum, cried with all the snots in the world and argued with - is your family.

Learn to never take them for granted. Should anyone besides these angels loves you this way, don't let them go.

Ever.

小小的

好开心哦！

昨天和子欣庆生时（生日快乐子欣！！！），在“家好月圆”那家餐厅隔壁买到好吃的木薯糕！

那块小小糕点的味道和感觉，都像小时候妈妈买给我吃的那种。不太甜，还可以吃到木薯的纤维 =）

那Aunty还有卖我喜欢的糯米糍呢~~

不过。。。小小的糕点，害我对妈咪更多添了点。。。

小小的想念~~

忍啊！考完试就可以回家了！加油加油加油！！！

My Volunteerism

According to dictionary.com, volunteerism means practice of volunteering one's time or talents for charitable, educational, or other worthwhile activities willingly, and without pay.

With that, I think I should confess: I started this post as a show of support for my friend's campaign, and oh, supposedly to advocate a greater cause of humanity.

For a long time, I don't remember lending my helping hand to others without being asked or told. Unless we take into account my extra-curricular activity in secondary school as a trained junior first aider...Or my recent trip to the Salvation Army Children's Home in Ipoh.

I'm standing on the left, bottom row; standing next to and behind me my fellow classmates.

To be utterly honest I'm not entirely proud of that trip because when one of the children there asked me: "you came here because of your coursework?" in Mandarin, I had to bluff to not upset her.

Echoing her words...My conscience wouldn't let me off. I spent the next few hours after the trip twisting her words over in my head, turned in upside-down and pondering how I should feel. So I did the planning and budgeting along with 14 others in my course, figured out all the activities for our 2-hour stint there and did the shopping for all the souvenirs at the only department store in Kampar, Tesco clutching a calculator...And I did it all because of homework? That couldn't and shouldn't, be the only reason.

Slowly, I try to look on the brighter side. Perhaps then, it did not matter why I was there in first place. I realized what I should really be concerned about is whether or not it's for a good cause, or if I had been able to help others. Cliche but, what if volunteerism is just a simple matter of giving what we could, and seeing someone's smile in return?

If that is the case, I've just taken my first step after a long, long time of negligence to my surroundings. Moreover, I've taken more than I gave from this assignment, though I no longer see it as work. I got to know 14 of my classmates better, half of them I've barely spoken to since first year (I'm in my final semester in year two), meet more people, renewed gratitude to my parents, a stronger sense-of-self, and even...

A big shred of happiness.

Well, I'm smiling for my volunteerism now.

Ipoh Children's Home

Went to a Children's Home in Ipoh yesterday. It was a crazy day, limbo rock, musical chair, rafia string...All the craziness is still etched in my muscles =P Physically-unfit me.

But I felt, we could really do more instead of just studying. Every semesters we count down the days to tests, deadlines, exams and holidays...Voila! Another term has gone and my brain would be drained of all information.

We planned everything before hand, but all our original plans were jumbled up when we got there and I landed with a group of high school friends. They remind me of myself, thinking about growing up and out of all the awkwardness, but feeling that everything seemed so far off in the future. I think the awkwardness is still in me somehow.

But the two hours yesterday also proves that the clock's hands turn steadily with its rhythm, tick-tock-tick, no matter what choices we make. There's so much possibilities...Why not choose the one that means the most? One step at a time?

And say...We could all go back someday =)

Lyrics

I have to quote this. It stuck.

"There are moments when I don't know if it's real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspirations
Not just another negotiation..." - Sophie, Music & Lyrics

O gawd....

Gosh...You're just so stubborn you never learn...

And they happen every, single, wonderful day.

=_________________________________=

Lions on the Pride Rock

I think it has been one week since Dr. Chew mentioned about taking babies out into the sun before 10am to help break down bilirubin so babies can be treated and overcome jaundice.

Clinical Biochemistry rocks. Now I know even lions have neonatal jaundice.

POP QUIZ

Just thought that my neurobiology lecturer was in a really good mood today. Always thought he's got some sense of humour, but today was a little...different...Atmosphere-wise.

After I entered the class from filling my water bottle, he said:"Ok since everyone is NOT here, lets have a pop quiz,". At first I thought he was unhappy from all the empty seats in the usually-full hall.

Well, World Cup was at final last night(finally..no more "GOAL!!" disturbing my already depleted sleeping hours), and I heard from a friend they only slept at 6am because the game lengthen for a half hour more, plus the ceremonious trophy-awarding session.

Expressionless, he began to type away, and the question spells:

POP QUIZ:
Compare and contrast: Squid, Octopus, calamari and cuttle fish?

One of the reasons why I like his class, despite his austerity >80% of the times. Thumbs-up =)

ps: Suppose he won a bet last night? o.O

By the way, Say hi =)

To the giant squid.









To the cuttlefish.









And How can we forget? Welcome to Paul! The famous World Cup Octopus!










I would like very much to get a proper picture, but trust me. If you google images for calamari, you'll most likely see what I see @@