No expectatations, no disappointments.

You don't expect anything, you won't be disappointed by anything. Simple as that.

rainy skies

It's kind of like opening a present. You hope so hard that you'll open up to a cute tote bag or fabulous sneakers you've secretly been admiring everytime you went shopping with your parents and thought somehow, they finally got the hint, only to open it and find that it's, well, not that.
As much as you told yourself that you it just can't be what you hoped it would be, you're one way or another, disappointed.
But you say thanks for the gift anyhow. It's only polite. And your parents smile knowing that they got you the perfect gift.

Or like in an examination.You studied well and hard for an exam. You sit for it. You confidently feel that to you the test was a piece of cake and without a doubt, will pass with flying colours. You shrug off any conversations which aim to discuss what you answered and what were the correct answers. When the test results finally come back, you take it back while in your head you say "Oh, another A" only to look down and find out it was a (gasps) B.
You smile weakly and say "Yeah, I saw this coming."

(I'm not speaking from this year's Christmas present-opening or exams. Oh, NO.)

Of course I've been disappointed plenty of times from past failures(non exam-related) and misfortunate events.
It is times like these that you learn from and tell yourself not to repeat those mistakes.
But then it seems easier too fall into a relapse than come to terms with trying to be better.

roof spewing raindrops

I know that with everything you do, expectation comes easily with it. It's something that's inherent. But like everything else, you can learn to overcome it.

Think Buddhist monks who defy normal human capabilities by stumping a panel of researchers with their amazing feat of emanating heat from their very bodies to dry dampened towels on their backs while sitting out in the cold snow, half-naked.

That IS physically more demanding, but with practise comes perfection.

Maybe you say that when you expect something, you are in a way motivating yourself to go further and achieve just that. Like you expect yourself to be a millionaire by the age of 30 and you want to make it a personal challenge. After several years when you do hit the 30th mark, only to find yourself in a mediocre monetary state, sure, that wasn't disappointing.

Maybe I'm taking the cynical approach to saying that expectations can be just another road to utter diappointment, but I'm not saying entirely that we shouldn't expect at all.

Ok, take presents.
Expect a camel, and open, walla! A Mendoza haversack. Hey, that wasn't bad at all.

And in exams. Ok, maybe I can pull a D.
Papers returned, Yay! A B!!!

So expect the absolute worse, or something totally absurd if you can't help not expecting anything.

Then again, it's really stupid if you didn't study at all and expect to score something you don't deserve. And even if you did expect for the grades you did get, and be totally discontented, do take the effort to change that mindset. (Somehow, this relates mostly to exams, and I'm speaking for myself too.)

I'm not implying either that whatever it is you do, you will always end up in a disappointing situation.
No, not at all.
It's just that, I refuse to let myself be disappointed because of my own doing or other people's for that matter. The only solution to that would be to just, think blandly, expect nothing, not least or most. Nothing.

sunlight squeezing through

So, just do whatever it is you have to in a certain situation without compromising your values and personality and just being the best person you can be and get it over and done with, without the need to have something in the end. (Yeah, like anyone listens. )

I guess that I've always been thinking about possibilities - that never happen.

Or maybe my sleep-repressed brain cells are just igniting this urge to be jaundiced.

I guess maybe I AM disappointed.
The ASEAN Scholarship is awarded to worthy young Malaysians who excel in their academics. Awardees of this scholarship are given the opportunity to study IN Singapore for a predetermined period according to the terms of agreement of the scholarship. The ASEAN Scholarship fully finances food, lodging as well as an allowance of SGD XXXX.XX per annum.

In short, this scholarship is pretty .... good.

And you know what?

I GOT IT!!!!

Ok, so I lied. I didn't get it. I wish I did.

But then hor, the prospect of studying in Singapore is simply stressful and pressurizing. With many smart asses hailing from Singapore and reknowned for their stiff competitiveness, particularly in education, who in the right mind would say that it isn't intimidating studying there?

Not me, of course.

I didn't know that the MOE of Singapore offered this scholarship to post-PMR/UPSR students as well.
That's crazy!
Why want to put yourself in a tense studying environment at such a young age? But then again, it could be a good idea to start from young. Sigh, the pursuit of better education is indeed a tough decision to make.

I was never offered anything from any institution for any better opportunity in whatsoever ever.
Like the time after UPSR (Man, that was a long time ago and utterly useless now) where some people were offered a place in boarding schools including some of my Non-Malay friends, and I didn't, I was unsatisfied.
I was not half as bad a student as they were, for crying out loud.
I know, although I had NO intention whatsoever to venture into any asrama for secondary life, it's always nice to know that you were good enough for them.
Now that I think about it, maybe I was too good for them. Hahahhaa....

Just kidding.

And lately, someone connected to me on a 2nd degree basis(a friend's friend) landed herself in Singapore after having received the ASEAN Scholarship. She's a post-PMR student.
Then I thought to myself,
"Hey, how come I didn't get one?"
"Oh, right, this scholarship must APPLY and sit for test one la. (The big A word)."

It's really as easy as it sounds.

First - Apply, hopefully you receive a 'thumbs-up' reply
Second - Go sit for the test.
Bo kan kor eh!!!

The kan kor (difficult) part is the getting-the-scholarship part.

I think I stand a good chance for getting it as any Tom, Dick, Harry, Anne and Mary out there.
But I think I would reject it if I did anyway.

'What the..?!? '

Sure, it's a good opportunity, experience, free money, etc. blah blah.
But as according to fore-mentioned reasons, I would not want it. Maybe post Form 5, yes la.
But right now, the only reason I would take the trouble to sit a test and cross my fingers in hopes of getting it would be that to know I'm good enough for the Singapore Education community.

Call me a narcissistic, egocentric fool, but think about it, isn't that one of the higher forms of compliments that anyone could receive?
It's just like pretending to not hear the compliment from someone and then purposefully beg their pardon to hear it again so as to boost your pride.

Foolish, I might say.

I AM entitled to my OWN opinions. And I AM entitled to my own wishes. So heck!
But it's too late now to change that now, so there.

There's another chance to apply for it during Form Five. You send in your trial results, and boom! You might find yourself in the land Down-There.
It'll be a tough time if you do. To keep up with the rest of the smart majority is in itself difficult already, what less being one of the best.

Happy Christmas Eve everyone!

This post is thanks to the recent announcement of the 2005 PMR results (so much for that).

1. No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer, which only Santa has ever seen.

2. There are two billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT because Santa doesn’t (appear to) handle Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total to 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that’s 91.8 million homes. One presumes there’s at least one good child in each.

3. Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/100th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on into the next house.
Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purpose of our calculation we will accept), we are talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75 ½ million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once in every 31 hours, plus feeding, etc.
This means that Santa’s sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second – a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.

4. The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized Lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tonnes, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that “flying reindeer” (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. That increases the payload – not even counting the weight of the sleigh – 353,430 tonnes. Again, for comparison – this is four times the weight of Elizabeth Taylor.

5. 353,000 tonnes traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft reentering the earth’s atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTRILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.

In conclusion: If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he’s dead now.

*Disproving Santa with outlandish figures and some basic science.

"We wish you a Merry Christmaaass.....And a!!!"

The fun-nest part about carolling is not carolling at all.

(L-R)Shaun and EvanYoung jokers!!!!

With jokers like them, how to sing la?
Thanks to these two culprits, carolling wasn't all that boring as I anticipated it to be. (Note use of word 'anticipated'-It must have seemed really dreadful initially!This has got to be the biggest praise I've written for anyone in my weblog. They can thank me with gifts next time.)

It was a pretty cool deal - We carolled (good or bad, you can keep it to yourself), and in return they fed us delicious, scrumptious food! This comes once a year so hey, it was something not worth to be missed.

In carolling, there is no such thing as bad music.

That's Aaron, sitting in the far-off corner of the room with his guitar (miserable looking shot) praticising some carols. He got skill man! Some blunders allowance were still allocated, nevertheless.
discreet shot!

And for the beat and Christmas-eyness, there were the tambourine and the bells.

The cool thing about these bells is that with the right wrist size, you can easily slip them on and shake them effortlessly or while waving your hands in the air like you just don't care and still make good music!

Bells on my wrists
Coolness huh?

Last but definitely the most, is Santa.

(Maybe if you saw him for yourself, you might be thinking differently...)
I'm sorry but I find this mask terribly frightening yet amusing at the same time. I remember there was this one house we visited where the hosts were like "Oh my God!!!" when they had their first glance at Santa. I don't see why they shouldn't have said it.
To me, this Santa looks like a bad remake of an old 50's horror flick (Yuletide version).


A health message for this Christmas Season:
(Thumbs up for this final one):-

Morbid obesity kills. Stay away from Santa's influence.

Have a Blessed Christmas everyone!

(Click here for more photos from my buddy blogger.)
Sweet -
1. (noun) a small shaped piece of confectionery made of sugar - I enjoyed that sweet you gave me.
2. (adj.) having the pleasant taste characteristic of sugar or honey. - Your turkey dressing is a tad too sweet.
3. (adj.) charming and endearing - She likes it when people do sweet things for her.

Diagram with annotations (for meaning #3)

While watching TV, I silently took this picture of her

And let's take a closer look at that piece of paper.......

She wrote this with magic colour, see how the excess ink penetreated and made a tiny hole below the 'g'.

Awwwww.....So SWEET!
I went, I saw, I ate, I gained the weight I loss(and a bit more) from the sweet-potatoes diet. (refer to previous post)
What else can one do on a trip to Penang?

Excuses, excuses.

Penang is situated north of our country, just below Kedah, if you don't already know it (which would make you a really bad Malaysian). Consisting of an island and a mainland, this state which is connected by a bridge is a pleasant place to go for a vacation.

Especially if you are a serious food-addict.

Let me tell you why.

Penang is, in my humble opinion, the food capital of Malaysia. I might be overdoing it but you wouldn't know what I mean unless you go there for yourself. Despite its below average cleanliness and dense population, it's still worth it. I mean, who cares how many congested it is or how unclean the floor can be when the aromatic food arrives in front of you so swiftly?

I was there for a week (Dec 5-11) like previous years. It never gets old.


In my most humble opinion.....

Penang food is significantly cheaper than KL's.

The ubiquitous coffeeshop dominates Penang's landspace.

You can find good char kuey teow sold almost anywhere you decide to eat.

You gain weight much quicker here than anywhere else. (Look at me)

A plate of...*
char kuey teow (Regular) - RM 2.70

chee cheong fun (3 pieces) - RM 2.20

ais kacang (with bananas summor) - RM 2.00

Western food (Fish and chips) - RM 6.50

eu char kueh (one conjoined piece) - RM 0.60

*(approximate price)

So, you can eat out for less than RM10 a day inclusive of drinks too, all three vital meals a day!

Let's see...
A cup of leong fun and a plate of char kuey teow = RM 1.30 + RM 2.70 = RM 4.00

Eat this twice a day with one eu char kueh (RM0.60) and a cup of hot kopi (RM 0.80) for breakfast which would come to a nett...

RM 4.00 x 2 + RM 0.60 + RM 0.80 = RM 9.40!!!!!
That's great!
This means that food expenditure in one month would cost you under RM300!! (except, of course, you splurge during the weekends)

(This brief Mathematics lesson was brought to you by Germae's Frugality Corp., turning figures into savings.)

I think all Penang-ites know how to speak Hokkien, another Chinese dialect. So being a 15 year old Hokkien lang AND banana-ic, I felt compelled to pick it up whilst my week stay there. (With a history of Hokkien speaking parents who communicate in Hokkien everyday, yeah, I sure decided it right on time).

(Broken Hokkien, terribly broken)
Wa kong hokkien bo tiok eh. Wa ka wa daddy kong wa ai kong hokkien, wa ai ee kah wa kong hokkien, ta pi hor, ee kong ah, wa beh sai eh. Ee ahne ho hor wa motivation.

Wa eh daddy sukak buey junk food(keling kia cho eh). Ee beh tahan mai buey junk food. Ta pi, ee kong che geh junk food aah kui eh. So wa ka ee kong, "Mai buey loh!". Ee kua wa, shocked eh look.


Now I'm back, it's time to shed off some excess pounds from the waistline. Penang feeds you a lot.

: )
These are sweet potatoes.

The part of the sweet potato that is eaten is the tuberous root (as opposed to the tuber of the white potato). Because the sweet potato is a root, it lacks "eyes" or buds on the outer surface. Sweet potatoes have orange flesh with a high sugar content. The skin is orange to brown, and the ends of the tuberous roots are pointed. Sweet potatoes are sometimes mistakenly called yams, but actual yams are a tropical plant of a totally different species.

Not known to many, the sweet potato is a crop with a significantly unrealised potential for it is capable of producing high yields of dry matter per unit area of land than most other root crops. Sweet potatoes boasts the shortest growing cycle compared to others of its kind grown in the tropics.

In the tropics the fresh roots are commonly boiled, fried or roasted and eaten as a carbohydrate constituent of the diet whereas in the States, Japan and South Korea, sweet potatoes are utilised as livestock feed. The leaves of the sweet potato has recently been paid attention to for it contains 27% protein (dm basis).

Not bad for a humble crop!

I have my fair share of compliments for this cute crop.
1) It is naturally sweet
2) A 5-inch sweet potato satiates as much as one cheeseburger from McD's.(Not that I've tried this burger before) and
3) It has way less calories than a cheeseburger

I don't normally post such pieces on tuber roots and the like, so you might (or might not) be asking, "WHY?!?"

Well, because I have been on a staple diet of nothing but, well, unprocessed, boiled sweet potatoes for the past week (plus fruits and vege, of course).

Self-gratification To test my will-power.


So, since I'm eating this root which I suppose isn't something one would do on a daily basis, I might as well do the honours of searching info about it. And there you go.

I'll be leaving for Penang tomorrow so I'm off to enjoy the wonderful tastes of (kononnya lah)"The Pearl of the Orient" !!!!

Bye bye sweet potatoes and hello ais kacang, char kuey teow, rojak, laksa, chee cheong fun, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH..... Here I come!

See you in a week....

By the way, who's for a sweet potato now?