Wednesday, September 15, 2010

CAL and STPM

Finally, after coming back for almost a week, i step foot into the one and only proper mall during my secondary years... Parkson :) Went to my favourite shop, Popular...Hey, this doesnt mean i'm a nerd k, i just love books, not the academic types only la, but the stories that shop has! Tales about so many people. It's like how my mom always say, whenever you go travelling or shopping in a new mall, never go to a bookshop, cause you'll be stuck in there for hours and the rest are left unexplored. True, for me at least, how about you?

Ok, to the main point. I was being nostalgic and went back to the section I visit almost every day before SPM, the reference and workbook section. Saw all the SPM SUCCESS books and the what KERTAS MODEL AKTUAL which successfully cheated anyone who thought it was real paper at first glance. Didnt actually flip through it, but i am 100% sure, that 90% of the contents of those books are the same as what I have last year, or should i say, 98%. :)
This time, i went to the stpm section. Curious though, before join CAL, i thought of going to STPM before. I mean, many people told me, STPM's syllabus are harder than CAL, it's free, so why not choose STPM? True, but I insisted and promise myself to NEVER touch BM academically anymore after the day i finish Kertas Bahasa Malaysia in November 2009. (sorry cikgu azmira T.T, i love you, but i just dont like the subject. haha) So, ended with CAL also.

The books of STPM are really DIFFERENT. Ok, it's the same as what we used to have during secondary school but, after studying foreign country books for 9 months now, when i get back to MALAYSIA style books, i was a bit shock? haha.
THE DIFFERENCE IS BIG:
  1. British/Australian reference books are in big chunk of paragraphs, finding the point is your job; Malaysian books are mostly in point forms. Easy to understand.
  2. Brit/Aus books really tells you in detail (from my personal perspective) of why and how about a fact; Malaysian books: THIS IS A FACT. SWALLOW IT.
  3. Brit/Aus books not much example; Malaysian books: Welcome to the world of examples.
  4. Brit/Aus books not much exercises, although there is special books for exercises; Malaysian books, after each chapter, topical exercise, past year exercise, model exercise etc. etc.....
  5. Brit/Aus books many coloured pictures :D; Malaysian books, mono-coloured... =.=" but we survived. So malaysians are colour blind??!?!?! haha
  6. Last but not least, the price. Let's not compare such obvious point.
Yes, the syllabus may be quite similar or maybe malaysia one are "deeper" but the style of education are different. Seriously, i didnt realise i had got used to such a different style of learning until today after experiencing 3 different style of teaching from 3 countries.

Well, i cant really judge for CAL now, but hey, I AM EXCITED TO EXPLORE IT!

p/s: I think the effect is quite immense, especially on my blog post. Open your eyes big big and seee.....haha

Monday, September 13, 2010

Precious Baby

Afetr having a hard time searching high and low in the hospital, which is not very large scale, we finally found her name on the sign board outside one of the wards - Special Care Unit.

Barging through the doors, we have no idea what does special care unit does. All i realised is, the biggest difference is this unit have super cooling air conds but others dont. Still confused, where on the earth are we going to find her in such a big ward. Nurses at the side are giving us weird glances while the doctors are just too busy to mind random people like us... Oh, the whole ward was in blue shadow of UV lights too.

Finally, we saw her in the pantry. She seems tiny now, very different from how i first saw her. Standing there, staring into the air with the ugly green hospital "sarong". Hmmm....We have decided to wake her out from the gloomy day dreaming. Her eyes suddenly brighten up, smile appears and greeting us with hugs. But in a split second, the worries that was there few seconds ago return.

"Oh, you guys can not come in here. Let us go out of this ward and talk." She urged us to go out immediately. It was because the nurses here aren't very friendly, you know. No strangers are suppose to be in the SPECIAL CARE units. Yea, I understand. Babies are delicate, fragile..what more to say, these precious babies?

Her tummy still swelling though, and her walking was more of like trotting?? Haha, i do not know how to describe, it's just well, you just have a big "crack" on your bottom. It must be painful. Ouch!* We talked outside. She was happy to see us. She said, she thought her baby and her could be discharged today, but who knows, the baby suddenly turns yellow due to some complications during delivery. Jaundice, eh? So, the little baby girl had no choice but to go "tanning". There wasnt enough beds inside too, so she had to sleep on the floor. This is bad, really bad! I mean, how could a hospital ask patients to sleep on the floor?! Hhhhm.... I believe, all of us are willing to spend whatever cost it takes to get back our health, so if I were her, i would sue the hospital straight away man.... Her family came to visit her before, but same case, they could not go into the unit, so, they had rush back to their flights without even having a glance of the newborn.

After half an hour of talk, the Dad was here. We congratulated him, for having a baby at such age. And without a name given yet, the baby was labelled "Precious Baby" in front of her little high tech cradle with 3 blue UV lights "hovering" over. The visiting time is over too, we have to move. Last advices given to this new mother, though i can clearly see the worries she is trying to hide from us. If the illness continues, there might be brain damages. Which mother wouldnt be worried?

"I'll pray for you." Then we left.

At such age, it is a wonder that this couple got what they had been dreaming of, day and night. A baby of their own, to bring joy, to inherit their characteristics, a human that belongs to them.
Literally, a Precious Baby.

Monday, September 06, 2010

Smile and message.

Sitting at J.CO, with donuts on the table one afternoon. There's rarely a chance like this, but don't know why today Mr Chew was so generously to give his employees a break. Well, there's a project on due next Monday, but here they are, sitting around the table with ChocManiac, Green Tea Ring, Coconutties... with that sweet aromatic peach tea, of course, in a up sized mug, in front each of them.

While chilling around, it isn't hard to notice that almost every human walking pass was holding an iPhone, pressing away. Multitasking generation? Why not! We can walk without looking our way, study while listening to the music, staring without looking and many times, talking without thinking. How great...Enough bout that, the atmosphere was as usual. There's noise, but with the new urban filter on their ears, it isn't hard to notice the laughter and contents from our fellow friends.
Yes, we only listen to what we want.
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*Beep beep* "You've message" the screen on one of the iPhones on the table shows. The one with shinny plate, the coolest one, the blue and silvery one - My Personalised iPhone.

I quickly pick it up to avoid my colleagues from knowing who had messaged me. The conversation stopped, laughter silenced, awkward stares thrown over.
"What's the matter, bro?" Fred asked.
"What?" I replied, annoyed while sliding on the screen to open the message.
"You seem agitated."
"No, I don't." before blocking out the disturbances to focus on the screen.

Please not other people.
Please don't let it be Mom asking about what i had for lunch.
PLEASE dont let it be Mr Chew.

[Congratulations! You have won $100,000,000!.....]
Gosh....why!? Argh! Without second thought, the message has been deleted and phone dumped on to the table harshly.

Sitting there without a word, my mind filled with so many confusing and irritating sounds...The jokes and laughter by Fred and all my other colleagues now seems totally evil. I wished they could just shut up.

"What's wrong? Want some donuts?" Fred asked.
"You shuddup..."
"Wow, chill man! What's with the shuddup?"
"Shut up..." I repeated. And more swearing followed... The heat within just burn up suddenly.

I pick up my phone again and opened Facebook. Looking through those photos just sort of cooled down me. How i wish...
*Beep beep* "You've got message!" I quickly open it.

[Hey, sorry for the late reply. Was busy checking through some documents just now. So, what's up?]
[Re: Oh, it's ok. Erm, nothing. Just wondering if anything happened to you. But seems like you're busy, i'll talk to you later.]
*sigh*
[Re: I'm ok, free now. Is there anything important?]
[Re: ............
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A smile appeared on his face. While busy clicking on the screen, the smile which appeared on his face never fades.
There's noise and laughters all around
So many distractions...Yet, it all doesn't matter now. The person at the other end may not know, but just that one message, made his day, make everything perfect. What he would really love doing is just smile and message, to that particular person, of course.