It's a joke!
A restaurant, part of a giant local chain, renowned for it's tasty fried bird-parts, ran out of them parts! I had thought the waitress was just kidding, but when she repeated the same statement again, without even feeling apologetic, it must be true. I was speechless.
I still am speechless. And they are to have about 4 more hours to go before the closing time on this public holiday sunday when I was bestowed this joke.
Today must be the classic example of bad management. But perhaps, really, truly, they just could not get the birds, but which in it shows bad management.
I'm speechless still. It's truly a joke.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
sc0re Z3R0
A list of twenty words. More than half I've came across before, in articles, books, stories, journals, etc. Yet, I feel ashamed. I do not know the meaning to the words confidently. The 3 that I managed to guess, was due to the questions were of multiple choice kind. Else, I'm pretty sure that I would had scored zero. Nil. And I thought my English was not that bad.
I guess, I just took for granted words that I come across. Normally in sentences of passages, or journals, it is easier to infer what they mean, or might mean. I would guessed the meanings of the those words, very very seldom turning to the dictionary for help. No, I have one, the book type. And of course, should I not have the book type of dictionary, I could always use the online dictionary right? So many out that there, all trying to make our lives for easier.
Taking that short is big eye opener for me. Here I am, trying to make a switch to the education line, and failing the test! It is very de-motivating, scary, and truthfully, makes you rethink, are you good enough to share your knowledge with others. Do you have enough knowledge in the very first place?
I'm pondering on this now, but hopefully, while loosing sleep on this, I will be presented with not only the answer but also ways to improve my language, especially my vocab level. Digesting and thinking now. God willing, I will be given the better path to follow. For the immediate start, I'll go the traditional way, by referring to the dictionary.
I guess, I just took for granted words that I come across. Normally in sentences of passages, or journals, it is easier to infer what they mean, or might mean. I would guessed the meanings of the those words, very very seldom turning to the dictionary for help. No, I have one, the book type. And of course, should I not have the book type of dictionary, I could always use the online dictionary right? So many out that there, all trying to make our lives for easier.
Taking that short is big eye opener for me. Here I am, trying to make a switch to the education line, and failing the test! It is very de-motivating, scary, and truthfully, makes you rethink, are you good enough to share your knowledge with others. Do you have enough knowledge in the very first place?
I'm pondering on this now, but hopefully, while loosing sleep on this, I will be presented with not only the answer but also ways to improve my language, especially my vocab level. Digesting and thinking now. God willing, I will be given the better path to follow. For the immediate start, I'll go the traditional way, by referring to the dictionary.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
:: braving it
I have forgotten what it was like taking the bus service. Today, I was reminded, in the most unanticipated way. And bus service does not refer to express bus service, air-conned, highway journey. It is the town bus service, wind-blow ventilation, dusty, old, rickety and loud. Yes, the sound coming from the engine, was loud, and got even louder when the driver had to accelerate.
No, taking the bus was not a norm for me, even during my schooling years. Probably the last time I remember taking the bus was maybe during outstation trips, whereby you have not much choice, if you want to travel cheaply. Yes, after getting the driving license, taking the bus became even more unthinkable for me. Town bus, that is.
But surprisingly, I enjoyed the journey. It wasn't like I had a wild time on them, yeah, I took two, but I did not have a bad time. My seats were surprisingly comfortable and the journey throughout was not bad. For a town bus service, going through little kampungs, and making necessary stops, it was, surprisingly, fairly smooth. No breakdown, or un-explaining rattlings from unknown areas of either buses. And not hot, at all. Dusty yes, but not hot. Maybe the fact that I took the journey in the morning helped.
And yes, I saw many little places which I would otherwise not see at all when I'm behind the car steering. Names long forgotten, which you would only associated with those malay folklores, came to view again. Some little towns which I would not at all pass by, always taking the safer, but more mundane route through the highway, are surprisingly not that backwards as I have thought all this while. Imagine, seeing a WetWorld somewhere along the way! That, I really did not expect!
So, yes, I was an interesting journey. Different characters, but all relying on the town bus service. Many towns, all too rely on the bus plying through their town to showcase their themselves. Uniqueness, plainness, all. Not so much, but who knows, once in a while, there might just be a stranded girl at the bus station, when she could not get the ticket for the best time for an express bus, opted to board one SOUTHERN bus and TAI LYE bus to get back in time for lunch. She wont' brag about it, but she would blog about it. And she certainly stood out, carrying a laptop bag, while others were with plastics bags, handbags, slingbags, or simply no bags.
And she made it on time. Thanks to one VV for the opportunity, thanks to one auntie and uncle for persuading, thanks for a driver for reminding, and thanks so much to one young thing, for her invaluable insights. Mostly, thanks to myself, for braving it to take this option.
You go, gal!
No, taking the bus was not a norm for me, even during my schooling years. Probably the last time I remember taking the bus was maybe during outstation trips, whereby you have not much choice, if you want to travel cheaply. Yes, after getting the driving license, taking the bus became even more unthinkable for me. Town bus, that is.
But surprisingly, I enjoyed the journey. It wasn't like I had a wild time on them, yeah, I took two, but I did not have a bad time. My seats were surprisingly comfortable and the journey throughout was not bad. For a town bus service, going through little kampungs, and making necessary stops, it was, surprisingly, fairly smooth. No breakdown, or un-explaining rattlings from unknown areas of either buses. And not hot, at all. Dusty yes, but not hot. Maybe the fact that I took the journey in the morning helped.
And yes, I saw many little places which I would otherwise not see at all when I'm behind the car steering. Names long forgotten, which you would only associated with those malay folklores, came to view again. Some little towns which I would not at all pass by, always taking the safer, but more mundane route through the highway, are surprisingly not that backwards as I have thought all this while. Imagine, seeing a WetWorld somewhere along the way! That, I really did not expect!
So, yes, I was an interesting journey. Different characters, but all relying on the town bus service. Many towns, all too rely on the bus plying through their town to showcase their themselves. Uniqueness, plainness, all. Not so much, but who knows, once in a while, there might just be a stranded girl at the bus station, when she could not get the ticket for the best time for an express bus, opted to board one SOUTHERN bus and TAI LYE bus to get back in time for lunch. She wont' brag about it, but she would blog about it. And she certainly stood out, carrying a laptop bag, while others were with plastics bags, handbags, slingbags, or simply no bags.
And she made it on time. Thanks to one VV for the opportunity, thanks to one auntie and uncle for persuading, thanks for a driver for reminding, and thanks so much to one young thing, for her invaluable insights. Mostly, thanks to myself, for braving it to take this option.
You go, gal!
Friday, August 29, 2008
謝謝 ♡ღ ViNce~月
ViN的小小天地
是的
why ViN, not vince?
是啊～
wei zhi me shi ViN, not VINCE?
bcuz....ViN easy to pronounce
唉。
還不知道
hai bu zhi dao
vincy nice!
vincy very girlish hor?
呀呀
要去了。
是啊。你也是。好好吃吧！
是。
so我沒有東西吃， 我會餓
i will hungry wo hui e (no r)
thank you, vincy lao shi
ok.....謝謝
你很好笑
謝謝，vincy 老師
是的
why ViN, not vince?
是啊～
wei zhi me shi ViN, not VINCE?
bcuz....ViN easy to pronounce
唉。
還不知道
hai bu zhi dao
vincy nice!
vincy very girlish hor?
呀呀
要去了。
是啊。你也是。好好吃吧！
是。
so我沒有東西吃， 我會餓
i will hungry wo hui e (no r)
thank you, vincy lao shi
ok.....謝謝
你很好笑
謝謝，vincy 老師
I write because ..
Writing says a lot of the person. I have been going through some of the blogs, and am really impressed. All are so creatively done, and thought out. Simple life stories, but told in such interesting and engaging ways. Sweet and short with cute little illustrations entries almost always manage to put smiles on my face. I can really feel the love emitting from the entries, the pure joy and thankfulness when I read blogs of mothers' about their family, especially if they are charting the growth of their child. I am really be touched by them. Those which added photos makes the feelings seemed even more real and so raw, so tender.
My blog is full of blackness, and negativity, I feel. For now, that's what I feel I am able to let out. Hopefully I am able to absorb those positive and lovely feelings, enough to influence my blogging. I write what I had thought of, to let go, or simply to record things that I find interesting or little things that I just do not want to forget.
And I write here also because I have atrocious handwriting.
My blog is full of blackness, and negativity, I feel. For now, that's what I feel I am able to let out. Hopefully I am able to absorb those positive and lovely feelings, enough to influence my blogging. I write what I had thought of, to let go, or simply to record things that I find interesting or little things that I just do not want to forget.
And I write here also because I have atrocious handwriting.
numbed
Numbed,
Not feeling,
No rush.
Numbed,
Heighten effort,
Not impressed.
Numbed,
Once too often,
Is it a repeat?
Numbed,
Again and again,
Until when?
Numbed,
This desired?
This deserved?
Numbed,
Last time?
No guarantee.
Numbed,
Just numbed,
Not feeling.
Not feeling,
No rush.
Numbed,
Heighten effort,
Not impressed.
Numbed,
Once too often,
Is it a repeat?
Numbed,
Again and again,
Until when?
Numbed,
This desired?
This deserved?
Numbed,
Last time?
No guarantee.
Numbed,
Just numbed,
Not feeling.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Odd 1 Out
I used to think that I could live without being connected on the net. Since I'm no techie and have very little interest in the gadgets and applications and softwares and whatever related to the computer and stuff, I really believed that I could survived not being connected to the internet. I did believed that, once. Oh, how naive I was!
Today, if you were to ask me again, you will be smiling, saying, see, i told you so!
I cannot live without the internet. I practically spend all my waking hours here, either actively doing stuff like blogging, sharing, looking for stuff, researching, or just browsing, getting ideas, staying in touch.
Pathetic, maybe if I were to say this about 10 years ago.
Now, I believe, not being that, I would be the odd one out in this highly connected world.
Believe it?
Today, if you were to ask me again, you will be smiling, saying, see, i told you so!
I cannot live without the internet. I practically spend all my waking hours here, either actively doing stuff like blogging, sharing, looking for stuff, researching, or just browsing, getting ideas, staying in touch.
Pathetic, maybe if I were to say this about 10 years ago.
Now, I believe, not being that, I would be the odd one out in this highly connected world.
Believe it?
we understand and we love you
Right now, my father is with me, not in his home, but at where I'm staying. Yeah, understand when I did not use the 'words my place' because, this isn't my place. But he is here, whiling away the time by watching TV. He's trying his best to appear at ease and comfortable. He is tries hard too, not to bother me. Everything and anything is fine, he would say, as expected. No need to worry about him.
I wonder, though, how hard must this be for him. Or unpleasant. He travels infrequently, as he is older and so, I am pretty sure he can't wait to be back at home. Luckily, this stayover will be over soon. It was an unexpected for him, which I think made it even worse. He had brought no change of clothes, and I have none here that I could offer him. Of course, being a dad, he insisted that it's just for one day, he'll make it thru. And yes. He will. Of course. I only worry for after that. Pretty sure, he will be not feeling tiptop for the next few days. I do hope of the opposite though. Wish hard.
He is here to wait for my brother's arrival. He can not wait to see him. It is close to a year since he last saw him. I am suppose to fetch him from the airport, initially to arrive last night. But at the last minute, we were told that his flight was delayed, and will only be arriving at about a little after two this afternoon.
It was not easy for him to come up here. He called me, my mother called me, always asking if there was going to be anyone accompanying me to the airport. They were worried for me going there alone. However hard I had insisted I would be fine alone, that I'm used to it, it was like talking to the wall. No, it's late at night, and you are going alone?? Papa can come up, u know, to accompany you. He has time to spare, after all, they both had persuaded. It was during the second call that I got, 2 days ago, while I was in class, when it dawned to me, it's not about me, it's about them. Him. My father.
He wants to be there to greet my brother, his son. To see him, first, soonest. Yes, I was stupid, blinded not to see this earlier. It was pretty obvious, actually. I wonder I had not noticed it earlier. Stupid me, silly me, foolish me.
This is his way of showing his love. My mother would had come too, if she had the time to spare. I think they both are really missing my brother. One year is a long time in our family, since neither of us had actually gone away for so long, so far. Guess, this is a revelation. Evident that however distant they are, however undemonstrative they are towards showing their love for us, their children, deep deep down, they just care.
Maybe I should encourage them to be more demonstrative. Do not suppress what they are feeling. It's not wrong to show your love. But not to worry if you are just unable to. Just do it in your own unique way. We understand and we love you, too.
And so here my father is, waiting. Glad that he could catch all the reruns for the olympics last night. And right now, glued at the history channel. We'll go later, then. With a safe and slow driver.
I wonder, though, how hard must this be for him. Or unpleasant. He travels infrequently, as he is older and so, I am pretty sure he can't wait to be back at home. Luckily, this stayover will be over soon. It was an unexpected for him, which I think made it even worse. He had brought no change of clothes, and I have none here that I could offer him. Of course, being a dad, he insisted that it's just for one day, he'll make it thru. And yes. He will. Of course. I only worry for after that. Pretty sure, he will be not feeling tiptop for the next few days. I do hope of the opposite though. Wish hard.
He is here to wait for my brother's arrival. He can not wait to see him. It is close to a year since he last saw him. I am suppose to fetch him from the airport, initially to arrive last night. But at the last minute, we were told that his flight was delayed, and will only be arriving at about a little after two this afternoon.
It was not easy for him to come up here. He called me, my mother called me, always asking if there was going to be anyone accompanying me to the airport. They were worried for me going there alone. However hard I had insisted I would be fine alone, that I'm used to it, it was like talking to the wall. No, it's late at night, and you are going alone?? Papa can come up, u know, to accompany you. He has time to spare, after all, they both had persuaded. It was during the second call that I got, 2 days ago, while I was in class, when it dawned to me, it's not about me, it's about them. Him. My father.
He wants to be there to greet my brother, his son. To see him, first, soonest. Yes, I was stupid, blinded not to see this earlier. It was pretty obvious, actually. I wonder I had not noticed it earlier. Stupid me, silly me, foolish me.
This is his way of showing his love. My mother would had come too, if she had the time to spare. I think they both are really missing my brother. One year is a long time in our family, since neither of us had actually gone away for so long, so far. Guess, this is a revelation. Evident that however distant they are, however undemonstrative they are towards showing their love for us, their children, deep deep down, they just care.
Maybe I should encourage them to be more demonstrative. Do not suppress what they are feeling. It's not wrong to show your love. But not to worry if you are just unable to. Just do it in your own unique way. We understand and we love you, too.
And so here my father is, waiting. Glad that he could catch all the reruns for the olympics last night. And right now, glued at the history channel. We'll go later, then. With a safe and slow driver.
Your Mind is Purple
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Of all the mind types, yours is the most idealistic.
You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts.
Your dreams and fantasies are intense.
Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.
You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
::
iamblessedwithpurplebrain.
funny,asallthesewhilefriendshavealwayssaidthatihave'yellowbrain'.
well,thisrevealstherealme,doesn'tit?
::
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
how service suppose to be
I am bewildered and also not happy. What is the point of advertising a number to contact when there is so limited service provided. Might as well just advertise that if we require some confirmation or need to do some inquiries, the only option is to check online at their website.
We are not that stupid, aren't we? Of course, since I blog, I would have done that prior to trying to call, wouldn't I? How else did I to get the number to contact? Further, since I could navigate around the your website to look and obtain your contact number, would I have exhaust all the possible links to check for the information I want? And then, you tell me to check your website for details that I require.
I can't understand, with that objective in mind, why don't you or any service provider in that matter, just place a note there, strictly for what ever that you will answer. Anything else is on to be check on the website, and if you get what you are looking for, that's great! But if you did not, don't bother to go look further by calling us. There just won't be anyone there to help you. Unless of course, you want to hear our prerecorded messages.
Yes, I was angry just now, and am still feeling frustrated now. Maybe I have too ideal of a thinking on how the world should be. And how everyone should be. Because I just think that wasn't how service suppose to be. My bad.
We are not that stupid, aren't we? Of course, since I blog, I would have done that prior to trying to call, wouldn't I? How else did I to get the number to contact? Further, since I could navigate around the your website to look and obtain your contact number, would I have exhaust all the possible links to check for the information I want? And then, you tell me to check your website for details that I require.
I can't understand, with that objective in mind, why don't you or any service provider in that matter, just place a note there, strictly for what ever that you will answer. Anything else is on to be check on the website, and if you get what you are looking for, that's great! But if you did not, don't bother to go look further by calling us. There just won't be anyone there to help you. Unless of course, you want to hear our prerecorded messages.
Yes, I was angry just now, and am still feeling frustrated now. Maybe I have too ideal of a thinking on how the world should be. And how everyone should be. Because I just think that wasn't how service suppose to be. My bad.
do not judge and do not nudge
I came across the newspaper article unexpectedly. It's like god gave me a nudge, here have this side. I had, originally wanted to take another piece instead. Yeah, I took the newspaper not for reading, as you can see, but to use it, to destroy it.
I saw the title, and read it. At first, I was just reading a small part of it, the few ending paragraphs of the half page long article. It just grabbed me. What the writer wrote was just one of the many things that I had wondered always. And always could not get a rational answer.
The writer was describing about her child, her man child, all grown up. How she thought having given her best in raising him up, he was doing well upon graduation. He held a good job and was in a what was then a steady relationship. She had thought that perhaps she might not need to do anymore parenting once he got hitched and settle down.
And how he went through a painful break up. Survived it and am now doing well. On her side of the story, how she saw it, observed it, and how she had admitted, at least, in trying what she had thought was her doing best to help the relationship, but unfortunately, might had instead accelerated it on-course for the break up.
One line captured me almost immediately was how honest she had put it. Getting her son married off would then allow her to take a break and have one less worry on her shoulders. This was my initial interpretation of what she wrote. And I was really dumbfounded.
All the while, I had only suspected that parents think along these lines. But had never heard a parent saying or admitting. And now, I have proof. Never thought that I would be given in the written form too.
Why, oh why, can't them parents not think like before? Marriages are not as easy as it was before. Now, there's just more pressure to it, both for the guys and gals. If there is no asking, begging, and wishing aloud for help or butting in, in anyway, why not just sit back and try enjoy the show. Do not judge and do not nudge. I beg you, all parents of children who are in what you deemed 'steady relationship'.
I saw the title, and read it. At first, I was just reading a small part of it, the few ending paragraphs of the half page long article. It just grabbed me. What the writer wrote was just one of the many things that I had wondered always. And always could not get a rational answer.
The writer was describing about her child, her man child, all grown up. How she thought having given her best in raising him up, he was doing well upon graduation. He held a good job and was in a what was then a steady relationship. She had thought that perhaps she might not need to do anymore parenting once he got hitched and settle down.
And how he went through a painful break up. Survived it and am now doing well. On her side of the story, how she saw it, observed it, and how she had admitted, at least, in trying what she had thought was her doing best to help the relationship, but unfortunately, might had instead accelerated it on-course for the break up.
One line captured me almost immediately was how honest she had put it. Getting her son married off would then allow her to take a break and have one less worry on her shoulders. This was my initial interpretation of what she wrote. And I was really dumbfounded.
All the while, I had only suspected that parents think along these lines. But had never heard a parent saying or admitting. And now, I have proof. Never thought that I would be given in the written form too.
Why, oh why, can't them parents not think like before? Marriages are not as easy as it was before. Now, there's just more pressure to it, both for the guys and gals. If there is no asking, begging, and wishing aloud for help or butting in, in anyway, why not just sit back and try enjoy the show. Do not judge and do not nudge. I beg you, all parents of children who are in what you deemed 'steady relationship'.
Friday, August 22, 2008
the Power & Money
A reduction, just like that. All of a sudden. While it's good news to hear, it's totally baffling for me. Hadn't they said it will only be done after the first of next month? I thought after the big big loss, they will be humbled. And definitely get back to work, albeit this time, with more humility, zest, moral, self-examination, and speed.
But what's this? Already, in just one week, they have done two things that I simply think is just politicking. Just gimmicks, while with looming mother of all elections. I had thought they would have left this kind habit behind. I guess, I'm just naive. People don't change. All is about power and money. With power, they have money. With money they will have power. The PM they so devotedly worship.
And so, another was exploited and became a fodder. This is the pathetic state of my country now. I have given up, now.
But what's this? Already, in just one week, they have done two things that I simply think is just politicking. Just gimmicks, while with looming mother of all elections. I had thought they would have left this kind habit behind. I guess, I'm just naive. People don't change. All is about power and money. With power, they have money. With money they will have power. The PM they so devotedly worship.
And so, another was exploited and became a fodder. This is the pathetic state of my country now. I have given up, now.
Universe
-by Savage Garden
Well I'd like to take you as I find you
Imagine our clothes are on the floor
Feel my caress so soft and gentle
So delicate you cry for more
But you know baby
You know baby does it right
And you know baby does it right
Universe inside of your heart
You gotta let me know so you can be free baby
You wanted it so much, and now that it's over
You don't know what you want
Put time in a capsule
Two minds consensual
Entwined to perfection
If we could...
Cuddle up close
Lay on my chest now
Listen my heart beat's coming down
If you get tired you close your eyes now
When you wake up I won't be found
'Cause I know baby
I know you're the nervous kind
With so much going on in your mind
Universe inside your heart
You gotta let me know so you can be free baby
You wanted it so much, and now that it's over
You don't know what you want
But let me tell you that, this time,
I'm going to make you mine
(I won't let you go)
'Cause I know, this time
I'm going to make sure I look out for me
'Cause you know baby
Well you know baby does it right
And you know baby does it right
You will only end up lost in loneliness
And wake up with the words already on your lips
So I'll let you go, baby
So I'll let you go...
Universe inside your heart
You gotta let me know so you can be free baby
You wanted it so much, and now that it's over
You don't know what you want
NOTE :
Once, so far back ago, a girl experienced her most romantic moment with this song playing, over and over again. In that moment, she felt, life's truly blessed her, and she wished, as girls would, that it will not end. But it did, and now she keeps is always in her mind, on top of others, just to show her, she has been blessed. Thank you so much for the memories and the experience. I wish you well.
Well I'd like to take you as I find you
Imagine our clothes are on the floor
Feel my caress so soft and gentle
So delicate you cry for more
But you know baby
You know baby does it right
And you know baby does it right
Universe inside of your heart
You gotta let me know so you can be free baby
You wanted it so much, and now that it's over
You don't know what you want
Put time in a capsule
Two minds consensual
Entwined to perfection
If we could...
Cuddle up close
Lay on my chest now
Listen my heart beat's coming down
If you get tired you close your eyes now
When you wake up I won't be found
'Cause I know baby
I know you're the nervous kind
With so much going on in your mind
Universe inside your heart
You gotta let me know so you can be free baby
You wanted it so much, and now that it's over
You don't know what you want
But let me tell you that, this time,
I'm going to make you mine
(I won't let you go)
'Cause I know, this time
I'm going to make sure I look out for me
'Cause you know baby
Well you know baby does it right
And you know baby does it right
You will only end up lost in loneliness
And wake up with the words already on your lips
So I'll let you go, baby
So I'll let you go...
Universe inside your heart
You gotta let me know so you can be free baby
You wanted it so much, and now that it's over
You don't know what you want
NOTE :
Once, so far back ago, a girl experienced her most romantic moment with this song playing, over and over again. In that moment, she felt, life's truly blessed her, and she wished, as girls would, that it will not end. But it did, and now she keeps is always in her mind, on top of others, just to show her, she has been blessed. Thank you so much for the memories and the experience. I wish you well.
that I was unschooled for so long
The last few days had been massive for me. I was rushing to get my assignments done so that I may hand them up on time. Yes, chide me procrastinating and leaving everything to do at the very last minutes, or in this case, days before the due date. My bad. I failed to change. Still. But I just had to state what went swirling in my mind while doing these assignments. Actually, while doing one assignment. The essay question.
As with all essay questions, you need to have all your facts, supported by evidences, researches, case studies, arguments, etc. To do so, the only way, and the best is, of course, to read extensively on the picked subject. The question that I chose had lines along grammar and its benefits to both teachers and learners.
Now, I have never really understood grammar well. With all honesty, I've never really bothered to study grammar until I undertook this short course. Well, in all necessity, of course I have to learn it, if not for passing this course, then for having something intelligent to write for the essay submission. Not genius level, but at least not stupid lazy level, either.
So I googled and read tons of sites, materials, thoughts, journals, samples, articles. Whatever I could get my hands on from the net, and time permits. I even managed to find a helpful video recording. After all those, no, I would deem myself knowledgeable in that field, but at least I had a better understanding and clearer view of that topic. And of course, slightly better grasp of the terms, the rules, and the jargons that (can be) used to appear 'studied in the area of grammar'.
And suddenly a thought dawned in me. It is possible!
What is that which is possible? Well, I have a book, a collection of work from one of the best author I've ever read, Roald Dahl. He, I believe, always has the label children's author tagged alongside his name, although I never really understood why, as I think his writings are very much mature and riddled with complicated adult humour.
Anyway, back to the story. In that collection, there is one short story, The Great Automatic Grammatizor. When I first finish that story, I was like wow, is that possible? I did not know then the deeper concept of sentence structure and grammar, and the likes of it. Words and writing being wholly the creative outputs of writers, I found it to be very fanciful, almost impossible story, although it does highlight a genius thinking, undoubtedly.
Simply, I was unschooled in the finer area of the linguistics of languages. Technically, it was probable, but there is just a myriad of writing styles and topics and words and phrases, which had I had thought there were just not enough rules, forms, and structures, that governs them. In my mind, these were the result of the individual creativity of the writers. That is why we have good writers, ones that we can tolerate, and some simply just too atrocious that you wonder what ever gave them the idea that they could write. Anyone can write. The question is always, should they, not could they. And that Dahl attempt to describe how that could be done, was just for filling up the pages purposes. To do that you need really really good 'if-else' 'neither-nor' grasps of programming understanding, and really deep penetrating concentration not to get lost in the massive programming that you have to create. It's just too not possible, writing is free and you cannot program something which is free. Not possible.
Suddenly, that impossibility that had hung in my head, when reading this story, had changed. It is possible, after all. Writing is not all that of free. Language has its own technicalities, just like Maths, Science, Electronics. Each sentences has a reason why it was constructed and how it was constructed. Placements, necessities, word choices, it is all possible! I have to say, it made much much more sense reading the story now, and certainly change my perception of writing and language, being free of complicated technicalities, to be creative, without boundaries. I was wrong.
Today, I have more respect for language and writings. They are not free from technicalities, they too have rules to adhere too. And respect for the master writer, Roaldl Dahl, for trying his best to expose this to the ignorant me, much much earlier.
And I am doing my best to reduce the number of violations when writing. Please bear with me.
As with all essay questions, you need to have all your facts, supported by evidences, researches, case studies, arguments, etc. To do so, the only way, and the best is, of course, to read extensively on the picked subject. The question that I chose had lines along grammar and its benefits to both teachers and learners.
Now, I have never really understood grammar well. With all honesty, I've never really bothered to study grammar until I undertook this short course. Well, in all necessity, of course I have to learn it, if not for passing this course, then for having something intelligent to write for the essay submission. Not genius level, but at least not stupid lazy level, either.
So I googled and read tons of sites, materials, thoughts, journals, samples, articles. Whatever I could get my hands on from the net, and time permits. I even managed to find a helpful video recording. After all those, no, I would deem myself knowledgeable in that field, but at least I had a better understanding and clearer view of that topic. And of course, slightly better grasp of the terms, the rules, and the jargons that (can be) used to appear 'studied in the area of grammar'.
And suddenly a thought dawned in me. It is possible!
What is that which is possible? Well, I have a book, a collection of work from one of the best author I've ever read, Roald Dahl. He, I believe, always has the label children's author tagged alongside his name, although I never really understood why, as I think his writings are very much mature and riddled with complicated adult humour.
Anyway, back to the story. In that collection, there is one short story, The Great Automatic Grammatizor. When I first finish that story, I was like wow, is that possible? I did not know then the deeper concept of sentence structure and grammar, and the likes of it. Words and writing being wholly the creative outputs of writers, I found it to be very fanciful, almost impossible story, although it does highlight a genius thinking, undoubtedly.
Simply, I was unschooled in the finer area of the linguistics of languages. Technically, it was probable, but there is just a myriad of writing styles and topics and words and phrases, which had I had thought there were just not enough rules, forms, and structures, that governs them. In my mind, these were the result of the individual creativity of the writers. That is why we have good writers, ones that we can tolerate, and some simply just too atrocious that you wonder what ever gave them the idea that they could write. Anyone can write. The question is always, should they, not could they. And that Dahl attempt to describe how that could be done, was just for filling up the pages purposes. To do that you need really really good 'if-else' 'neither-nor' grasps of programming understanding, and really deep penetrating concentration not to get lost in the massive programming that you have to create. It's just too not possible, writing is free and you cannot program something which is free. Not possible.
Suddenly, that impossibility that had hung in my head, when reading this story, had changed. It is possible, after all. Writing is not all that of free. Language has its own technicalities, just like Maths, Science, Electronics. Each sentences has a reason why it was constructed and how it was constructed. Placements, necessities, word choices, it is all possible! I have to say, it made much much more sense reading the story now, and certainly change my perception of writing and language, being free of complicated technicalities, to be creative, without boundaries. I was wrong.
Today, I have more respect for language and writings. They are not free from technicalities, they too have rules to adhere too. And respect for the master writer, Roaldl Dahl, for trying his best to expose this to the ignorant me, much much earlier.
And I am doing my best to reduce the number of violations when writing. Please bear with me.
GOT MOOD
Everything is done for a reason, they must be.That's the nature of life, of being.
It is good when you are clear what the reason(s) is(are), but it's not wrong to be unable to describe why you did what you did. Maybe you just do know how to, yet. Sometimes, that's the way things work. And of course it is better to honestly say the reason, not cloud it, covering it with some lame excuses. Or silly ones. This is of course, for yourself.
To others, it's all up to you. Your reasons, you decide, you edit.
Like, I washed my backpack today. And yes, of course it was done out of something. If you asked me, I would simply have stated the obvious, why, the backpack was dirty. The scrubbing was long overdue. But if has been long over due, why now, the sharp ones with time to kill might want to ask. Like you said, it has been long overdue, then why the sudden washing, of all times, now? To that , I would say, just simply, and the sun's up today.
I would flash smile, shrug it off as something of no importance.
Now, upon reaching this point, I have to decide should you were to press further. To honestly share or not. Everything is, after all, done with reason(s).
In the most likely course, I would fall back on the most safest, most unprobable [== un+probe+able, if there is such inflexion;) ], most typical-of-Malaysians' answer, GOT MOOD. There, 99% of the time, everyone will let you off after hearing that phrase. [Note : the figure is generated with no support from actual data and perceived to be correct only by the writer] You only can accept what I said, obviously.
To myself I should go further to say it's too look nice for tomorrow when going for class. After all, I might bump into THAT guy from last week, again. And, I would hidden a smirk behind that big, innocent smile that I would have given you.
It is good when you are clear what the reason(s) is(are), but it's not wrong to be unable to describe why you did what you did. Maybe you just do know how to, yet. Sometimes, that's the way things work. And of course it is better to honestly say the reason, not cloud it, covering it with some lame excuses. Or silly ones. This is of course, for yourself.
To others, it's all up to you. Your reasons, you decide, you edit.
Like, I washed my backpack today. And yes, of course it was done out of something. If you asked me, I would simply have stated the obvious, why, the backpack was dirty. The scrubbing was long overdue. But if has been long over due, why now, the sharp ones with time to kill might want to ask. Like you said, it has been long overdue, then why the sudden washing, of all times, now? To that , I would say, just simply, and the sun's up today.
I would flash smile, shrug it off as something of no importance.
Now, upon reaching this point, I have to decide should you were to press further. To honestly share or not. Everything is, after all, done with reason(s).
In the most likely course, I would fall back on the most safest, most unprobable [== un+probe+able, if there is such inflexion;) ], most typical-of-Malaysians' answer, GOT MOOD. There, 99% of the time, everyone will let you off after hearing that phrase. [Note : the figure is generated with no support from actual data and perceived to be correct only by the writer] You only can accept what I said, obviously.
To myself I should go further to say it's too look nice for tomorrow when going for class. After all, I might bump into THAT guy from last week, again. And, I would hidden a smirk behind that big, innocent smile that I would have given you.
Ken and She
She was surprised to see him at the door. He was not supposed to be here. Her brother's not in, and he'd know that. She wondered who he was looking for, and asked him.
He answered, and she was perplexed with one word answer he had uttered.
Why, she had asked him.
A minute of silence, and then a package was thrust into her hands.
It was not very small, but then again, it was not big either. She could have hid it in her body, if she had to, she had thought.
She looked inside it, and then had to take deep breaths to calm herself down.
Take them, they are for you, from me, he had said.
She went quiet, her brain was racing to find the appropriate words to reply. But she got nothing out her speech organs. Her eyes bored into his, searching, for an answer.
They are for you, again he had repeated. Please, take them, he had continued.
She took one very long breath and was about to let go, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw her brother approaching the gates, approaching them.
Oh, no! Oh, no! Die die die! She cursed. Once again, her head went racing. Only this time, she knew only one thing she could do. She quickly hid the package behind her, and smiled, widely.
There he is, just coming back, you are so in luck today, no? she faked playfulness, smiling at him, while nudging at the direction her brother was coming from.
It was his turn to look puzzled, but only for the slightest of moment.
He quickly turned, followed her gazed, and decided to help her, waving his arm to his friend.
Her brother returned the wave and hasten his steps.
Both men greeted each other, as they drew closer, as how best friends would.
She feigned an explanation, at the same time, trying to keep the package out of view from her brother.
She then smiled again, and hurriedly took the opportunity to leave them, got into the house, and went straight into her room.
She prayed hard in her dizzying head, that her brother had not seen the package.
What she did not know was, that young man was not all that ignorant.
He smiled at his only sister, his elder sister, and then again, at his friend.
He decided not to pry, for now.
From her room window, she peeked out. She saw both men talked for a while, before one took his leave, and sped off, while the other, locked the gates and came into the house. She had pretended not to notice the little smile and wave that the young man had given her before that he sped off, out of her view.
She left the window, and went to her bed, where she had laid the package.
Now calmer, being in her bedroom, once again she tackled the package.
She poured out its content on to the bed. A card, a small, red love-shaped pillow, and a lovely stalk of dried red rose, wrapped in clear paper held up with a small gold pin, with a tag.
She smelt the rose and was instantly enveloped with such a euphoria feeling in her. Smiling, she read the tag. Simply signed, for the loveliest. She can't help letting a soft chuckle out.
Rose away, she reached out for the card. It did not have any fancy shape, just a normal beige-coloured card. A simple card but with a big message. Missing you. Right down in the middle, in the nicest of handwritings she had seen.
What's he up to, the thought had crossed her mind, but deep inside her, she already knew the answer.
She was about to open the card, when the door let out a big knocked, and her brother voiced called out for her.
She panicked, and asked her brother what he wanted. At the same time, her hands moved quickly, picking up the gifts and putting them back into the package.
Open the door la, he had asked her, Wanna ask you something, he continued.
Yaya, she stalled time, and hid the package in her dress cupboard.
She looked once at the clear bed, and opened the room door.
Her brother was there, with a grin on his face, looking at her.
He motioned to come in, and she stepped aside.
So, he started, what Ken said.
She closed the door, looked at his eyes, trying to search, anything that might help her hide the truth.
Nothing, he was looking for you, she replied, walking to her dressing table and getting a comb.
She walked over the to the window and combed her wavy long hair.
Sure or not, hahaha...I know la, like as though I dunno, he teased.
What you know ah, she tried to sound confused, he just came looking for you la.
He told me he's in love with you, very much, even before i left for my masters lor, he explained nonchalantly.
She turned and looked at him. Saw his grinning face. Saw his eyes. They seemed to be teasing her, but yet, there was something else, hope maybe, but she could not be sure.
Please la, i'm older than him la, where got such thing, she refuted, walking again to the dressing table, putting down her comb. Dun bluff ah, she tried to influence her brother.
She looked into the mirror.
Her brother, this young man, who was younger than her by two years, was silent for a while.
Through the mirror, she saw him looking at her, his face was tender.
She turned around, facing him.
It's true, u know, he had it for you since our final year together, he said, quite seriously this time.
She didn't have a chance to squash that when he continued, and you know that, he told you, he told me, his best friend, coz he thought he was crazy, out of his mind, and he told me just now, again. And that's like already two and half years since he first shocked me.
She didn't know what to say at that moment, or what to do. Standing there, she could only but wait if he continued. Already a feeling of fuzziness had started to spread all over her. He did not disappoint her.
He loves you, and he told me, he gave you his heart, his future, and his self, today, and he will wait, he had said, with a feeling slight tinge of sadness detected in his calm voice. Sadness as one would had felt for one's best buddy fighting in a losing battle.
She felt herself so moved with that sentence, that she could not to look into her brother's eyes any longer.
Silence took over the room, for a brief moment. Both siblings lost in thoughts. One in pity for his friend, another one mellowing in warmth that she had been given.
Suddenly, he stood up, and went to the door. She looked at him. The face had the cheeky grin plastered back on when it turned to face her.
Dun worry, I won't tell anyone, but he said something before left which i dun understand, he wondered out loud. He told me he'll make it, he teased and with that he opened the door and left.
She closed the door. Why he had he said like that, she wondered, heart pounding. Wasting no time, she went to her dress cupboard, hoping to find the answer to satisfy her curiosity.
He answered, and she was perplexed with one word answer he had uttered.
Why, she had asked him.
A minute of silence, and then a package was thrust into her hands.
It was not very small, but then again, it was not big either. She could have hid it in her body, if she had to, she had thought.
She looked inside it, and then had to take deep breaths to calm herself down.
Take them, they are for you, from me, he had said.
She went quiet, her brain was racing to find the appropriate words to reply. But she got nothing out her speech organs. Her eyes bored into his, searching, for an answer.
They are for you, again he had repeated. Please, take them, he had continued.
She took one very long breath and was about to let go, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw her brother approaching the gates, approaching them.
Oh, no! Oh, no! Die die die! She cursed. Once again, her head went racing. Only this time, she knew only one thing she could do. She quickly hid the package behind her, and smiled, widely.
There he is, just coming back, you are so in luck today, no? she faked playfulness, smiling at him, while nudging at the direction her brother was coming from.
It was his turn to look puzzled, but only for the slightest of moment.
He quickly turned, followed her gazed, and decided to help her, waving his arm to his friend.
Her brother returned the wave and hasten his steps.
Both men greeted each other, as they drew closer, as how best friends would.
She feigned an explanation, at the same time, trying to keep the package out of view from her brother.
She then smiled again, and hurriedly took the opportunity to leave them, got into the house, and went straight into her room.
She prayed hard in her dizzying head, that her brother had not seen the package.
What she did not know was, that young man was not all that ignorant.
He smiled at his only sister, his elder sister, and then again, at his friend.
He decided not to pry, for now.
From her room window, she peeked out. She saw both men talked for a while, before one took his leave, and sped off, while the other, locked the gates and came into the house. She had pretended not to notice the little smile and wave that the young man had given her before that he sped off, out of her view.
She left the window, and went to her bed, where she had laid the package.
Now calmer, being in her bedroom, once again she tackled the package.
She poured out its content on to the bed. A card, a small, red love-shaped pillow, and a lovely stalk of dried red rose, wrapped in clear paper held up with a small gold pin, with a tag.
She smelt the rose and was instantly enveloped with such a euphoria feeling in her. Smiling, she read the tag. Simply signed, for the loveliest. She can't help letting a soft chuckle out.
Rose away, she reached out for the card. It did not have any fancy shape, just a normal beige-coloured card. A simple card but with a big message. Missing you. Right down in the middle, in the nicest of handwritings she had seen.
What's he up to, the thought had crossed her mind, but deep inside her, she already knew the answer.
She was about to open the card, when the door let out a big knocked, and her brother voiced called out for her.
She panicked, and asked her brother what he wanted. At the same time, her hands moved quickly, picking up the gifts and putting them back into the package.
Open the door la, he had asked her, Wanna ask you something, he continued.
Yaya, she stalled time, and hid the package in her dress cupboard.
She looked once at the clear bed, and opened the room door.
Her brother was there, with a grin on his face, looking at her.
He motioned to come in, and she stepped aside.
So, he started, what Ken said.
She closed the door, looked at his eyes, trying to search, anything that might help her hide the truth.
Nothing, he was looking for you, she replied, walking to her dressing table and getting a comb.
She walked over the to the window and combed her wavy long hair.
Sure or not, hahaha...I know la, like as though I dunno, he teased.
What you know ah, she tried to sound confused, he just came looking for you la.
He told me he's in love with you, very much, even before i left for my masters lor, he explained nonchalantly.
She turned and looked at him. Saw his grinning face. Saw his eyes. They seemed to be teasing her, but yet, there was something else, hope maybe, but she could not be sure.
Please la, i'm older than him la, where got such thing, she refuted, walking again to the dressing table, putting down her comb. Dun bluff ah, she tried to influence her brother.
She looked into the mirror.
Her brother, this young man, who was younger than her by two years, was silent for a while.
Through the mirror, she saw him looking at her, his face was tender.
She turned around, facing him.
It's true, u know, he had it for you since our final year together, he said, quite seriously this time.
She didn't have a chance to squash that when he continued, and you know that, he told you, he told me, his best friend, coz he thought he was crazy, out of his mind, and he told me just now, again. And that's like already two and half years since he first shocked me.
She didn't know what to say at that moment, or what to do. Standing there, she could only but wait if he continued. Already a feeling of fuzziness had started to spread all over her. He did not disappoint her.
He loves you, and he told me, he gave you his heart, his future, and his self, today, and he will wait, he had said, with a feeling slight tinge of sadness detected in his calm voice. Sadness as one would had felt for one's best buddy fighting in a losing battle.
She felt herself so moved with that sentence, that she could not to look into her brother's eyes any longer.
Silence took over the room, for a brief moment. Both siblings lost in thoughts. One in pity for his friend, another one mellowing in warmth that she had been given.
Suddenly, he stood up, and went to the door. She looked at him. The face had the cheeky grin plastered back on when it turned to face her.
Dun worry, I won't tell anyone, but he said something before left which i dun understand, he wondered out loud. He told me he'll make it, he teased and with that he opened the door and left.
She closed the door. Why he had he said like that, she wondered, heart pounding. Wasting no time, she went to her dress cupboard, hoping to find the answer to satisfy her curiosity.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
the classier f0dd3R
I saw a headline today, in my nation's leading english daily.
I wasn't too sure of the meaning of the word f0dd3R they used, and decided to look it up.
Mind you, i was surprised! It is given as (disapproving use) people or things considered only to have one use, as in 'without education, the children will end up as factory f0dd3R'. Seeing it as part of the sentence which had a man many regarded as my nation's Olympic hero and the site of 'the mother of all election', to be held very very soon, my initial assumption was anything but that.
I had thought that f0dd3R might maybe lean towards the meanings of hero or winning mechanism. With the new information, i tried to make sense of the headline again, and yes, suddenly it fitted perfectly.
f0dd3R is like the classier word choice if you intend to mean 'feed', not unlike the poultry feed, or chicken feed. And yes, that meaning, did slightly surfaced, when i was guessing what the author wanted to point out.
Well, Mr Olympic hero, it's better to be labelled f0dd3R than being label useless, no?
At least, you are rich f0dd3R, that is after tonight.
Who knows, they might even throw a title in bag as well, which will then make you one of the many titled f0dd3R in this country for the puppeteers running the show.
I wasn't too sure of the meaning of the word f0dd3R they used, and decided to look it up.
Mind you, i was surprised! It is given as (disapproving use) people or things considered only to have one use, as in 'without education, the children will end up as factory f0dd3R'. Seeing it as part of the sentence which had a man many regarded as my nation's Olympic hero and the site of 'the mother of all election', to be held very very soon, my initial assumption was anything but that.
I had thought that f0dd3R might maybe lean towards the meanings of hero or winning mechanism. With the new information, i tried to make sense of the headline again, and yes, suddenly it fitted perfectly.
f0dd3R is like the classier word choice if you intend to mean 'feed', not unlike the poultry feed, or chicken feed. And yes, that meaning, did slightly surfaced, when i was guessing what the author wanted to point out.
Well, Mr Olympic hero, it's better to be labelled f0dd3R than being label useless, no?
At least, you are rich f0dd3R, that is after tonight.
Who knows, they might even throw a title in bag as well, which will then make you one of the many titled f0dd3R in this country for the puppeteers running the show.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
To the Olympics
In another 24hours, the Olympics is coming.
And where am I now? Sitting at home, doing nothing, except the occasional blogging and studying.
How I wished that I planned my time well, and am now in Beijing, trying to fight the thick smog from entering my lungs. Yeah, might be that I will be putting my life at risk, but for I personally think, it's worth it. At least, I would have the chance to watch and be part of the Games, in person.
To me, we should try to immerse ourselves in the lives of the world, as much as we can. We have this moment now, alive and conscious. Today we are here, but we never would know what tomorrow is like, or how tomorrow will be. If we are given that privilege of a tomorrow.
I'm a bit late, but now I want to try to live, a little more, do what I think that would make me happier, a little more, and but of course, the mother of all, be less critical of how I think people would perceive me in the choices that I make. My pessimistic thoughts are but my vice.
So now, I will do my best for this moment, that is to slave myself to the idiot box tomorrow night. With the least of interruption and the most of spirits!
To the Olympics Spirit in TV!!
And where am I now? Sitting at home, doing nothing, except the occasional blogging and studying.
How I wished that I planned my time well, and am now in Beijing, trying to fight the thick smog from entering my lungs. Yeah, might be that I will be putting my life at risk, but for I personally think, it's worth it. At least, I would have the chance to watch and be part of the Games, in person.
To me, we should try to immerse ourselves in the lives of the world, as much as we can. We have this moment now, alive and conscious. Today we are here, but we never would know what tomorrow is like, or how tomorrow will be. If we are given that privilege of a tomorrow.
I'm a bit late, but now I want to try to live, a little more, do what I think that would make me happier, a little more, and but of course, the mother of all, be less critical of how I think people would perceive me in the choices that I make. My pessimistic thoughts are but my vice.
So now, I will do my best for this moment, that is to slave myself to the idiot box tomorrow night. With the least of interruption and the most of spirits!
To the Olympics Spirit in TV!!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
spread the words...of Malay language..?
I was looking for the meaning to a word in an online source just now when I noticed it. My country's national language is not there! This source provided not just meanings, and various methods of pronunciation, but also a compilation of meanings from others sources, and the equivalent in other languages. If not mistaken, it gave the equivalent of the word in 16 other languages, but i did not see any Bahasa Malaysia. The translated local word was not available in Bahasa Malaysia, or Malay Language. And the next nearest language which the word had a translation is Bahasa Indonesia.
hhmmm....Wonder why it that so..
But certainly something for the country's linguistic experts and nationalism champions to look into, if they want to spread the words of Malay language to the world. After all, they always purport, Malay language could be the lingua franca of the world again, just like in the 16th century. Just need to look into the hows. Maybe could learn from our neighbours..
p/s: but, i blog in english...?
hhmmm....Wonder why it that so..
But certainly something for the country's linguistic experts and nationalism champions to look into, if they want to spread the words of Malay language to the world. After all, they always purport, Malay language could be the lingua franca of the world again, just like in the 16th century. Just need to look into the hows. Maybe could learn from our neighbours..
p/s: but, i blog in english...?
what are your best skills?
Do you know what are you best skills?
I just started on a new game, which tests the player on four skills, analytical, calculation, memory, and also processing. And of the many times that i played, i noticed that i tend to score better marks in the areas of analytical and processing. Even at my worse, i would get higher marks in these 2 skills.
There are a total of 4 skills measured with 2 types of test drawn up for each skill. You only need to do 4 tests, one for each skill. You of course, will not be able to choose which of the 2 tests available for each skill. It's not the player's call.
In memory skills, there are 2 types of test, one that requires you to find matching the pairs of cards or pictures, and the other, requiring you to match the objects that had been given, in the correct sequence. In both tests, players were given approximately 2-3 seconds to see the original condition. I always fare worse in the 2nd type of memory question. Cant seems to get my thoughts organize fast enough to absorbs and understand all the details. In the first kind, i found that if given lesser than 4 pairs, i was able to do quite well. But once they increased the number of pairs, i get confused, fast.
As in the memorizing skill, they have 2 types of tests to gauge our calculation prowess. The first type, we have to find the correct mathematical symbol in the given equation. Kinda like filling in the blanks of a sentence. This is alright to me, if the question are numbers 2 digits, and 'direct' equations. Once they start throwing me 3 digits, or those questions with 'smaller' equations in brackets, i start to get confused and then mess up the tests. The 2nd type is giving the answer to the sums posed. Again, i could only answer the simple calculations fast and confidently.
For the analytical and processing questions, which i surprisingly always score higher than the other 2 type of skill, they are more like seeing what's given, and then you give the answer.
Fortunately, one test that i could do well, in the processing category, is arranging the numbers or alphabets given in ascending order. Numbers were easy, really. The only drawback here for me is when the alphabets come out. I usually take slower time to do alphabets. The other more confusing test to check your skill in this faculty of the mind, is finding the correct missing tile to complete the picture given. It's really like finding the final few pieces to complete the jigsaw puzzle.
Analyzing skill test that i prefer is the counting of blocks given. Something like 'sokoban' blocks, dropping in random quantity and arrangement. Once they are down falling from the sky, you have to give the answer. The other test of identifying the heavier objects always gets me confused and end up just taking wild guesses.
Now, this is an eye opener to me. All this while, i thought i have a good memory, and could probably do calculations better than analyze something. I have always been drawn to games that i could practice upon, and certainly the areas of memorizing and calculations should be the best bets if i wanted to score high marks. Those are the areas of the mind that you can train and develop by practice, no?
So what do this game tells me?
That i'm good in analyzing and processing something? And can i even narrow it down further, i'm good at these, as long as involves numbers, with a straight forward outlook, no hidden meaning or factors to consider? Does it also shows that under pressure, i really cannot perform well? After all, all tests are done in 1 minute durations. I wonder, really, if i could use this as an indicator of my personal strengths and weaknesses to wade through this life? Are these really my best skills?
Reflecting this with full honestly, i feel, there might be some truth in this. I always get very stressed under pressure when required to get an answer, but then again, not when facing organizational crisis. I am always analyzing things, but never had a speciality, until now.
I really am not sure, but if it's anything, this is a game that i could enjoy playing.
I just started on a new game, which tests the player on four skills, analytical, calculation, memory, and also processing. And of the many times that i played, i noticed that i tend to score better marks in the areas of analytical and processing. Even at my worse, i would get higher marks in these 2 skills.
There are a total of 4 skills measured with 2 types of test drawn up for each skill. You only need to do 4 tests, one for each skill. You of course, will not be able to choose which of the 2 tests available for each skill. It's not the player's call.
In memory skills, there are 2 types of test, one that requires you to find matching the pairs of cards or pictures, and the other, requiring you to match the objects that had been given, in the correct sequence. In both tests, players were given approximately 2-3 seconds to see the original condition. I always fare worse in the 2nd type of memory question. Cant seems to get my thoughts organize fast enough to absorbs and understand all the details. In the first kind, i found that if given lesser than 4 pairs, i was able to do quite well. But once they increased the number of pairs, i get confused, fast.
As in the memorizing skill, they have 2 types of tests to gauge our calculation prowess. The first type, we have to find the correct mathematical symbol in the given equation. Kinda like filling in the blanks of a sentence. This is alright to me, if the question are numbers 2 digits, and 'direct' equations. Once they start throwing me 3 digits, or those questions with 'smaller' equations in brackets, i start to get confused and then mess up the tests. The 2nd type is giving the answer to the sums posed. Again, i could only answer the simple calculations fast and confidently.
For the analytical and processing questions, which i surprisingly always score higher than the other 2 type of skill, they are more like seeing what's given, and then you give the answer.
Fortunately, one test that i could do well, in the processing category, is arranging the numbers or alphabets given in ascending order. Numbers were easy, really. The only drawback here for me is when the alphabets come out. I usually take slower time to do alphabets. The other more confusing test to check your skill in this faculty of the mind, is finding the correct missing tile to complete the picture given. It's really like finding the final few pieces to complete the jigsaw puzzle.
Analyzing skill test that i prefer is the counting of blocks given. Something like 'sokoban' blocks, dropping in random quantity and arrangement. Once they are down falling from the sky, you have to give the answer. The other test of identifying the heavier objects always gets me confused and end up just taking wild guesses.
Now, this is an eye opener to me. All this while, i thought i have a good memory, and could probably do calculations better than analyze something. I have always been drawn to games that i could practice upon, and certainly the areas of memorizing and calculations should be the best bets if i wanted to score high marks. Those are the areas of the mind that you can train and develop by practice, no?
So what do this game tells me?
That i'm good in analyzing and processing something? And can i even narrow it down further, i'm good at these, as long as involves numbers, with a straight forward outlook, no hidden meaning or factors to consider? Does it also shows that under pressure, i really cannot perform well? After all, all tests are done in 1 minute durations. I wonder, really, if i could use this as an indicator of my personal strengths and weaknesses to wade through this life? Are these really my best skills?
Reflecting this with full honestly, i feel, there might be some truth in this. I always get very stressed under pressure when required to get an answer, but then again, not when facing organizational crisis. I am always analyzing things, but never had a speciality, until now.
I really am not sure, but if it's anything, this is a game that i could enjoy playing.
Friday, August 1, 2008
arRGGgghhh to C'est la vie!
It was frustrating. Waiting for the page to load.
I had wanted to post something that was swirling in my mind. A thought. I had wanted to get down, before it's buried underneath the mess in my head. Becoming yet another insignificant thought.
Never felt this frustrating using a computer. Indeed, I thought the days of slow loading and hanging pcs would be over with the purchase of this new baby. After all, i forked out slightly more than 3k of currencies for this. With extra memory for better and faster processing, and of course storage for all my idiosyncrasies.
Before this, i had only operated on p2. Yes, ancient but since it was still working, i did not upgrade nor change it. Furthermore, i had only time to use for just a few hours a day, mostly for chatting. It was slow, and always hanging, frustrating, very, but nonetheless, it was there, and it had been with me for most of my studying life. Hence, there were some sentimental reasons as to why i kept it. Until it broke down and just would not start. Lost all in one night.
That was i guess, the almost the last time that i could remember being frustrated while using the pc. Until today, where all pages just would not load, in time, before my patience run thin. Just as i was typing this, saw a note, trying to contact blogger.com. Saving and publishing may fail..Retrying.... duuhhhh!!!! How very frustrating !!!
Must be the connection, server thingy at fault, not my pc. Just that i cant help but just feels all these annoyance building up. On the first of august of this year...the first post for this month..
What a start..and oh ya, my little bright idea had scampered away..
Only able to manage arRGGgghhh to C'est la vie!
I had wanted to post something that was swirling in my mind. A thought. I had wanted to get down, before it's buried underneath the mess in my head. Becoming yet another insignificant thought.
Never felt this frustrating using a computer. Indeed, I thought the days of slow loading and hanging pcs would be over with the purchase of this new baby. After all, i forked out slightly more than 3k of currencies for this. With extra memory for better and faster processing, and of course storage for all my idiosyncrasies.
Before this, i had only operated on p2. Yes, ancient but since it was still working, i did not upgrade nor change it. Furthermore, i had only time to use for just a few hours a day, mostly for chatting. It was slow, and always hanging, frustrating, very, but nonetheless, it was there, and it had been with me for most of my studying life. Hence, there were some sentimental reasons as to why i kept it. Until it broke down and just would not start. Lost all in one night.
That was i guess, the almost the last time that i could remember being frustrated while using the pc. Until today, where all pages just would not load, in time, before my patience run thin. Just as i was typing this, saw a note, trying to contact blogger.com. Saving and publishing may fail..Retrying.... duuhhhh!!!! How very frustrating !!!
Must be the connection, server thingy at fault, not my pc. Just that i cant help but just feels all these annoyance building up. On the first of august of this year...the first post for this month..
What a start..and oh ya, my little bright idea had scampered away..
Only able to manage arRGGgghhh to C'est la vie!
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