Friday, November 30, 2007

Look around

You know when your mind is too pre-occupied with getting something done you tend to forget other important stuff that's also happening at the same time.? Especially if you're worried that whatever you're doing will be discovered, in other words, something that you shouldn't be doing.

One second, you felt completely relieved that you got one part completed, a minute later, you realised that you've forgotten something else less important and you end up in a slightly nasty uncomfortable state. But hey, no complaints there. The bigger part is already passed, just swallow the small one, at least, you won't choke.

Nothing is perfect, you tell yourself. If only you could be more careful or cautious then you would be aware of what's actually happening next door. You were too busy handling the bigger part across the road that you simply ignored the little one standing right next to you. Just brilliant.

The other day, I was too busy making up something (It's different from lying you know.?) that I end up squeezed between two middle age men on my flight back. I couldn't believe that I was distracted to the extent that I forgot for the first time ever to request for a window seat. And that is how I was rewarded with a bonus two and half hour between a man who tries so hard to sleep and not snore while the other one keep trying to read whatever I was reading while listening to his Ipod.

Most of the time, you laugh at yourself. You were indeed being silly which is what created the little havoc in the end, but still its better than getting into a bigger mess don't you think.?

A way to convince yourself that you might lost 50 bucks but at least your 100 bucks is still safe in your pocket.

Plus minus everything, you still have a profit and there wasn't anything to lose, at least not that much to lose.

If only we could practice that all the time in our life, sadly most of us aren't just that generous to begin with. Not to mention, even if I do have a big heart, I'm just not sure if it's big enough to embrace everything, even if it's against my wishes.

Not being selfish, just realistic.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Post Mortem

I find it very interesting and troublesome that most of the science students these days in our beloved country, is torn between our native tongue, and the commonly used language in communicating with the rest in the world of science, English.

You see, be it that even though there is some educational decree already being implemented to the system that all science subjects should and will be teach in English, its quite illuminating when you find out the actual numbers of academician that is actually doing it. Of course I meant after you left the educational world where you’re still wearing uniform. After all, they haven’t got much of a choice if the text book is printed in a certain so called fixed language.

Now, now the story is different when you move into undergraduate level or above. We all know that reading materials majority are in our second language and supposedly should be taught that way too in lectures. Perhaps, this all has already been implemented in private institution, but what about the public ones.?

I for one do not understand why lecturers still choose to translate their materials into our native tongue and teach it in class when they’ve been told to use the first language in science, second in their blood.

I got pretty used to it in the beginning, after having to translate everything I've learn in form 4 and form 5 which is in Malay to English after entering form 6. And then I thought when it comes to uni, it will be the same. The truth is, some of my subjects are still taught in Malay. Which is a wee bit of difficult seeing that we’ve been working on language translation more than actually learning sciences. Is it somehow these comfy lecturers are so used to what they’ve been teaching all these while in their prepared ancient notes that they find it ridiculously difficult to switch everything in a short notice.? Perhaps yes, and okay we’re students, younger perhaps easier to adapt when situation changes. But then, who are the so called professionals then.?

Okay, forget that. On top of everything, what I can’t stand most, is lecturer teaching in Malay with notes in English and exam in Malay. Or teaching in English with English notes but Malay exam. Or teach in Malay with Malay notes and English exam. Or teach in Malay, notes in English, quiz in English and exam in Malay. You name the combination..

It make me felt like a walking translation dictionary, if we’re good with language than of course it doesn’t matter. The problem is most of us isn’t. If you say translating everyday word that we use in most of our daily conversation of course it’s not such a big issue. But when you’re wrecking your brain in the meaning of scientific terms itself , changing it into another language is no easy task.

Not to mention exactly how many subjects required that. For me, reading Malay notes and writing them in English is okay. But reading English notes and writing them in Malay is in fact quite problematic. I can’t even do a decent Malay presentation in front of class because I can’t figure out whats the Malay word for this and that. Shoot me.

Some reckon its good for our language capability, extra flexible but still, I find it an extra burden to deal with besides swallowing the text books and squashing piles of notes into my already concentrated brain full of rubbish in such a short period. As if we've got nothing to do with our spare time.


Friday, November 16, 2007


This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. There was an important job to be done, and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.

Somebody got angry about it because it was Everybody’s job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realize Everybody would not do it.

It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.

Found this in one of my 4 inches thick textbook, rather witty in a sort of realistic way. Pardon me for the absence, still in the middle of a battle that can never be won, at least I won't die in disgrace. Ha!