Hey,know what it is?
Tis a baby wabbit!
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Sunday, January 16, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Larut Matang, and the Omputehs!
Long before the Sentral was aroud,this has been a favourite spot for youngsters in black T's an' seasoned jeans playing guitar. This is one spectacular view near Larut Matang, Taiping's must visit alongside the famous Lake Garden and Malaysia's first night safari; for its Ais Black. That's something like Air Batu Campur. Today, while a lot other historical monuments are either down into ashes or live an uncertain future being abandoned, this nostalgic shoplot continues to reflect the town dwellers' colourful life in its kopitiams, old nostalgic hotel and fashion boutiques.
Owh, the Omputehs! I was having Pasembor with Ayah and Ibu. Then a couple came, sat down across our table and...ordered. Wait, what?
"Mi gowreng, pedas."
What??!
She spoke Malay you people! She loves the Mi Goreng, our beloved local delicacy and she wants it spicy, just the way we'd love to enjoy it! And I'm saying it here-no I'm not making this up-there's certainly a hundred more reasons for us to love Malaysia when a tourist have one or two. 'cause we were born 'ere!
Even tourists love our country for its beauty. So have you finished roaming this gracefull land, yet? Please do, so when you travel abroad, you'll be able to tell 'em people a dozen reasons why they would love Malaysia too ya! :D
Friday, January 7, 2011
Blanket for my Princess.
2011 hit its seventh day. I'm not writing any 'Happy New Year Peeps!' post-in fact this is an ordinary entry that kicked in the draft box on the fourth day of the new year, and gets published on the seventh. So how has it been going for ya? Well every year we make a new wish as I do too, but I think what's more important rather than renewing wishes every year; is putting them into reality. Because visions will be left as manifestations of fantasy if no serious actions are taken in realising them. Above all the point is, renewing goals every year is a good practice, if enforced with proper deeds towards making them happen. Yeah you know, action speaks louder than words so come, let us make our dream a reality today, because nobody can tell if there would be another tomorrow.
In 2010 three of my friends left. It made me think that something about the world nowadays have changed a lot that life is no longer too easy to predict. Anyone can leave regardless of their age, and it doesn't matter if you have achieved what you aim for. My friends who passed were all of the same age as me. Their death really marked a scene in my diary. It made me realise, that there are so much I haven't done just yet. And if it's not now, I don't know if there will be another year-because nobody sees the future.
The recent phone call I received from a close friend about the death of our dear girl Cha, tore me apart. It has been three wasted years until I finally get to hear her name again, and that's when she's no longer around. Personally I am left to ponder about what I have done, or could have done. While she was around, she had been a splendid companion, a wonderful friend, an evidence that unconditional love does exist. The memory of life in matriculation; while we were together, were our sunshine. I, on the other hand, disregarded my responsibility as a friend. Upon knowing I trembled into tears and hated myself for being so careless. I came to a resolution that I need to admit the mistake and make a good lesson out of it. yes, it sure did cause a great deal of pain. You know the feelings of losing a best friend when you would never hear her voice again.
Being a friend isn't as simple as saying it. It's as difficult as being one. But for someone who would do anything for you, who would place your head on her shoulder when you cry, who would laugh at your jokes and share your bed for pillow talk, why can't you do the same? Why is it difficult for me to be everything she is to me? Oh she meant a lot of things, she was one of my sunshines. I could've been her sunshine too. But when it's time I wonder if I was. If I have done her what she deserved.
Being a friend is not as easy.
Ayah,Ibu, all my family members, and friends. This year I aim to be more affectionate, to be more sensitive. Because you mean the world to me.
Al-Fatihah:
My grandma;
Hasmah
And friends;
Rumizah Rosman (Mija, SRK J6 '01)
Abdillah Hafiz (Dillah, IPG KPP '10)
Fatin Noraishah (Cha, KMPk '07)
You fought your way bravely. I love you more than I can say.
Everyone, have a blessed year and make a change in your life. In everyone's around you too, for the best. Be their sunshine.
In 2010 three of my friends left. It made me think that something about the world nowadays have changed a lot that life is no longer too easy to predict. Anyone can leave regardless of their age, and it doesn't matter if you have achieved what you aim for. My friends who passed were all of the same age as me. Their death really marked a scene in my diary. It made me realise, that there are so much I haven't done just yet. And if it's not now, I don't know if there will be another year-because nobody sees the future.
The recent phone call I received from a close friend about the death of our dear girl Cha, tore me apart. It has been three wasted years until I finally get to hear her name again, and that's when she's no longer around. Personally I am left to ponder about what I have done, or could have done. While she was around, she had been a splendid companion, a wonderful friend, an evidence that unconditional love does exist. The memory of life in matriculation; while we were together, were our sunshine. I, on the other hand, disregarded my responsibility as a friend. Upon knowing I trembled into tears and hated myself for being so careless. I came to a resolution that I need to admit the mistake and make a good lesson out of it. yes, it sure did cause a great deal of pain. You know the feelings of losing a best friend when you would never hear her voice again.
Being a friend isn't as simple as saying it. It's as difficult as being one. But for someone who would do anything for you, who would place your head on her shoulder when you cry, who would laugh at your jokes and share your bed for pillow talk, why can't you do the same? Why is it difficult for me to be everything she is to me? Oh she meant a lot of things, she was one of my sunshines. I could've been her sunshine too. But when it's time I wonder if I was. If I have done her what she deserved.
Being a friend is not as easy.
Ayah,Ibu, all my family members, and friends. This year I aim to be more affectionate, to be more sensitive. Because you mean the world to me.
Al-Fatihah:
My grandma;
Hasmah
And friends;
Rumizah Rosman (Mija, SRK J6 '01)
Abdillah Hafiz (Dillah, IPG KPP '10)
Fatin Noraishah (Cha, KMPk '07)
You fought your way bravely. I love you more than I can say.
Everyone, have a blessed year and make a change in your life. In everyone's around you too, for the best. Be their sunshine.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Tora.
Mintak ayah belikan corn flakes. Xde. Dah xde x payah le beli tora,orang dah nak 22 taun dah taun dpn,bkn 2 taun. Xnak makan,bg budak2. Xnak kawan ayah. :P
Friday, December 24, 2010
Over Dinner Plates.
After a few nights stay, I ran out of ideas of where to bring my parents for dinner. True, I spent two and a half years in Penang. But we don't eat out often. We students save money. For fuuuuture. :)
Salam.
So it's the...fifth night stay, and it's only tonight, that we ate some place else. It has always been by the seaside and a few other restaurants we frequent when my parents came by to see how I was doing once in a while-but you know, two weeks stay doesn't take that as a deal. Apparently, pals;
we were just going to have our dinner in any restaurants down in Queensbay when Ayah saw a place just nearby. So tonight we had our dinner in an Indian restaurant (it's Penang, best known for Indian restaurants, nasi kandar, pasemboq, Chinese delicacies, and...don't let me go on!) where we got each of ourselves served with briyani.
Oh, I forgot, it was raining. So there were too few people around. In fact there were us three, only.
I hold on to this one formulae on my first visits to restaurants. Walk in the ones with lots of people, it might be well known for good service and good meals, and avoid ones that are hardly occupied. But it doesn't always work. Like tonight. That's the threehundredandfourteenth time that I got to prove the formulae wrong. It's running obsolete, I know. Don't use that. The one we had our dinner in this evening was splendid. And I'm not saying this halfhearted. I should say that the dishes were great, if not excellent.
The owner and his fellow workers were wonderfull too. The background was a harmonious fusion of classic contemporary Indian music and colourfull ceiling ornaments, service's good, they even sat across our table for a chat.In short, it was a fine dine-out. But I won't be writing if it was only that.
While the restaurant owner greets Ayah, I was putting my senses to work. A simple "Bang," ("Hey there,") distracted my monologue. The owner curved out a McDonald's smile to us. When I say McDonald's, I mean an effortless smile, right from the heart. It was later that he drew the chair out to sit down and have a little chat.
"If this sincerely isn't for business purposes," I said to myself, "this is good enough."
I mean, national unity is beautiful. Come to think of it, our Malaysia is one out of too few the number of countries in which different races call themselves 'at home'. All under one roof. You see, in many countries not everyone enjoy the same blessings of safety and prosperity in equality. Too many, to tell; suffer from civil wars, conflicts and disputes to no end. Our beloved birth land too, once shared a heart-tearing memory of state of urgency, some time ago in 1969. 13th May. I hate to remember how KL, Penang, and some other big cities looked like in archive photos during the period. It was awful, we were separated, when it is not a lie that we used to walk hand-in-hand before it all happened. Blood coloured the roads crimson, tranquil villages were shaken with the fact that guerrillas could be hiding anywhere in nearby forests, carrying guns of fatality.
The fact is disturbing. Just imagine, how could you afford to live in such horror? I can't even imagine how our ancestors did. If it's nowadays, do you think you can leave your mp3, your laptop, your PSP, your room, your school, college, your house, and biggest of all, your FAMILY? C'mon, I can only stand a week without my cellphone. Now close your eyes and picture how our lives would be like, should a misfortune befall us. We can't even bear a day without technology, now, can you imagine leaving all your loved ones behind, and you won't even have the time to let the thought about not having tech gadgets around cross your mind? All we would have the time for is to think about how to survive. And whether your loved ones are safe. Can you imagine seeking refuge somewhere alien with enough food for only half a day, fasting for the other half and wearing the same shirt for weeks, not certain if tomorrow you'd still be breathing?
I can't afford to lose what we have right now. It's not about how long I can live without my cellphone, my mp3, my laptop or anything else. I love this gift of God. If it's not us, no one else would protect our land from destruction. And we can't be our cancer. We can't afford to live with false hope that we're not dying, when somewhere inside us we're actually bleeding. Our nation must live, and we must keep our faith alive until the end of time. Among ourselves, let it be only trust, love, and not betrayal. We have been living good all the while, and I want to hold on believing that we will stay so, for the rest of the our days' life.
Now smile a bit, I don't want to hurt you with my words. I just want you to get it straight from the bottom of my heart. I mean every single word I say. It's my fear that I wish to share with you, and along with it, is my hope.
I'm a fan of many dishes of non-Malay origin. I'm sure that you too, in many ways, are attached to some other race's culture. We speak Manglish, a unique composition of Malay's "lah..", Indians "uh?", and Chinese's "ma!" in one accent. We all eat Mi Mamak and crave for more, sip teh tarik with its bubbles popping on our lips, enjoy crunching on fried chicken dumplings over evening meetings with friends and head out for Nasi Lemak on Sunday mornings.
When there's already too much that we share, will we stay on opposing sides for silly reasons or be by each other's side when hard time knocks on the door? If storm comes, will we be safe together, or will we be looking around for a lost friend?
I don't want to think of reasons why we should fight. I want to think of reasons why we should stay together. Because national unity, is too precious to lose. And I can't live without it. Even if I do, I know I should live better with it. It's our pulse, it's mine too. We should live better as long as we keep ourselves on the path.
Thank You, Allah, for giving me this opportunity to live in Malaysia.
Love you, always. :)
Salam.
So it's the...fifth night stay, and it's only tonight, that we ate some place else. It has always been by the seaside and a few other restaurants we frequent when my parents came by to see how I was doing once in a while-but you know, two weeks stay doesn't take that as a deal. Apparently, pals;
we were just going to have our dinner in any restaurants down in Queensbay when Ayah saw a place just nearby. So tonight we had our dinner in an Indian restaurant (it's Penang, best known for Indian restaurants, nasi kandar, pasemboq, Chinese delicacies, and...don't let me go on!) where we got each of ourselves served with briyani.
Oh, I forgot, it was raining. So there were too few people around. In fact there were us three, only.
I hold on to this one formulae on my first visits to restaurants. Walk in the ones with lots of people, it might be well known for good service and good meals, and avoid ones that are hardly occupied. But it doesn't always work. Like tonight. That's the threehundredandfourteenth time that I got to prove the formulae wrong. It's running obsolete, I know. Don't use that. The one we had our dinner in this evening was splendid. And I'm not saying this halfhearted. I should say that the dishes were great, if not excellent.
The owner and his fellow workers were wonderfull too. The background was a harmonious fusion of classic contemporary Indian music and colourfull ceiling ornaments, service's good, they even sat across our table for a chat.In short, it was a fine dine-out. But I won't be writing if it was only that.
While the restaurant owner greets Ayah, I was putting my senses to work. A simple "Bang," ("Hey there,") distracted my monologue. The owner curved out a McDonald's smile to us. When I say McDonald's, I mean an effortless smile, right from the heart. It was later that he drew the chair out to sit down and have a little chat.
"If this sincerely isn't for business purposes," I said to myself, "this is good enough."
I mean, national unity is beautiful. Come to think of it, our Malaysia is one out of too few the number of countries in which different races call themselves 'at home'. All under one roof. You see, in many countries not everyone enjoy the same blessings of safety and prosperity in equality. Too many, to tell; suffer from civil wars, conflicts and disputes to no end. Our beloved birth land too, once shared a heart-tearing memory of state of urgency, some time ago in 1969. 13th May. I hate to remember how KL, Penang, and some other big cities looked like in archive photos during the period. It was awful, we were separated, when it is not a lie that we used to walk hand-in-hand before it all happened. Blood coloured the roads crimson, tranquil villages were shaken with the fact that guerrillas could be hiding anywhere in nearby forests, carrying guns of fatality.
The fact is disturbing. Just imagine, how could you afford to live in such horror? I can't even imagine how our ancestors did. If it's nowadays, do you think you can leave your mp3, your laptop, your PSP, your room, your school, college, your house, and biggest of all, your FAMILY? C'mon, I can only stand a week without my cellphone. Now close your eyes and picture how our lives would be like, should a misfortune befall us. We can't even bear a day without technology, now, can you imagine leaving all your loved ones behind, and you won't even have the time to let the thought about not having tech gadgets around cross your mind? All we would have the time for is to think about how to survive. And whether your loved ones are safe. Can you imagine seeking refuge somewhere alien with enough food for only half a day, fasting for the other half and wearing the same shirt for weeks, not certain if tomorrow you'd still be breathing?
I can't afford to lose what we have right now. It's not about how long I can live without my cellphone, my mp3, my laptop or anything else. I love this gift of God. If it's not us, no one else would protect our land from destruction. And we can't be our cancer. We can't afford to live with false hope that we're not dying, when somewhere inside us we're actually bleeding. Our nation must live, and we must keep our faith alive until the end of time. Among ourselves, let it be only trust, love, and not betrayal. We have been living good all the while, and I want to hold on believing that we will stay so, for the rest of the our days' life.
Now smile a bit, I don't want to hurt you with my words. I just want you to get it straight from the bottom of my heart. I mean every single word I say. It's my fear that I wish to share with you, and along with it, is my hope.
I'm a fan of many dishes of non-Malay origin. I'm sure that you too, in many ways, are attached to some other race's culture. We speak Manglish, a unique composition of Malay's "lah..", Indians "uh?", and Chinese's "ma!" in one accent. We all eat Mi Mamak and crave for more, sip teh tarik with its bubbles popping on our lips, enjoy crunching on fried chicken dumplings over evening meetings with friends and head out for Nasi Lemak on Sunday mornings.
When there's already too much that we share, will we stay on opposing sides for silly reasons or be by each other's side when hard time knocks on the door? If storm comes, will we be safe together, or will we be looking around for a lost friend?
I don't want to think of reasons why we should fight. I want to think of reasons why we should stay together. Because national unity, is too precious to lose. And I can't live without it. Even if I do, I know I should live better with it. It's our pulse, it's mine too. We should live better as long as we keep ourselves on the path.
Thank You, Allah, for giving me this opportunity to live in Malaysia.
Love you, always. :)
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
How Do You Fix Things Around?
Salam and greetings, you!
Uhuh, as the title suggests. And I'm sorry I've been away for a fortnight now, I was away. Mencurah sayang pada kampung tercinta.
Okay.
Quite frequently I wonder why I argue a lot. It's quite common to argue when we have opposing ideas, but I must wonder why. I mean, I'm curious to know if there is any explanation to this behaviour. I Googled 'perception', and surprisingly-okay, not surprisingly, that's an exxageration. And what was taught in campus has something to do with it, tau.
Okay, let's look at the theory first. Nope, I'm not going to bore you with studying theories, I just need to show you what it's about.
Take a look to the three piccas. Not too long, they strain your eyes. And the effects such as moving dots, or spacing illusion is caused by the brain's left and right hemisphere's perception of the images.
Under thistheory, three categories explain this phenomenon which are
Our scope of study in campus is very helpful to analyse children's pattern of thinking, which is essential for teachers to acknowledge in order to design effective lesson plans, and put it into action.
You see, the brain is a powerful mechanism and a great degree of its development process takes place during childhood. Yup, childhood!
In kindergarten it's easy to observe thee process. And believe it or not, problem-solving skill emerges from the very level of infancy, entirely through observations and cognition. While playing blocks for example, we can see a lot of structures-of which are astonishing brainchild of the children-being built. One child will certainly build a different structure from another.
Here's why!
The right side and left side of the human brain are inclined to different modes of functions.
The right brain is basically made up of these attributes:
Most commonly people would adopt one dominant part of the brain, which characterises the person. Among children, it is fun to observe how they respond to the environment since it reveals their style of thinking through the way they observe an object, play, and resolve problems. Ever heard of Gestalt theory? Oh, I think I mentioned it. Gheeks. It'll take you into a greater, more exciting scope of psychology discovery. I promise it won't bore you. Promise, promise. :) Oh ya, what has it to do with right and left hemisphere of the brain by the way? Well, let's see.
Recognising one's cognition pattern helps to classify a person as a right or left-brainer.
And it's not only important to know whether someone is a right-brainer or the other. It is also a must for you to know the categories in which a problem can be grouped in. So here's where Gestalt theory play its part. Problems can be grouped as
Well defined, or specific eg. a broken window that needs to be replaced OR
Ill defined, or abstract eg. how to find happiness, say.
And a problem can be tackled through a several classified approaches that are;
During insight, a solver might restructure a problem to gain different views from which it can be tackled. One's perception towards a matter plays an important part in this stage.
A person whose left brain hemisphere is more dominant adopts productive problem-solving strategy. On the contrary, reproductive problem-solving skills is an option of right-brainers.
Interested to find out more? Clickkky!
to read simplified facts. Or,
I'm left-brain dominant. Which is yours?
;D
Uhuh, as the title suggests. And I'm sorry I've been away for a fortnight now, I was away. Mencurah sayang pada kampung tercinta.
Okay.
Quite frequently I wonder why I argue a lot. It's quite common to argue when we have opposing ideas, but I must wonder why. I mean, I'm curious to know if there is any explanation to this behaviour. I Googled 'perception', and surprisingly-okay, not surprisingly, that's an exxageration. And what was taught in campus has something to do with it, tau.
Okay, let's look at the theory first. Nope, I'm not going to bore you with studying theories, I just need to show you what it's about.
GESTALT'S THEORY: The Theory of Human Perception.
Take a look to the three piccas. Not too long, they strain your eyes. And the effects such as moving dots, or spacing illusion is caused by the brain's left and right hemisphere's perception of the images.
Under thistheory, three categories explain this phenomenon which are
- grouping
- goodness of figures
- figure-ground relationship
Our scope of study in campus is very helpful to analyse children's pattern of thinking, which is essential for teachers to acknowledge in order to design effective lesson plans, and put it into action.
You see, the brain is a powerful mechanism and a great degree of its development process takes place during childhood. Yup, childhood!
In kindergarten it's easy to observe thee process. And believe it or not, problem-solving skill emerges from the very level of infancy, entirely through observations and cognition. While playing blocks for example, we can see a lot of structures-of which are astonishing brainchild of the children-being built. One child will certainly build a different structure from another.
Here's why!
The right side and left side of the human brain are inclined to different modes of functions.
The right brain is basically made up of these attributes:
- random
- intuitive
- hollistic synthesising
- subjective
- perceives a subject as a whole
- logical sequence
- rational
- analytical
- objective
- perceives a subject as little parts
Most commonly people would adopt one dominant part of the brain, which characterises the person. Among children, it is fun to observe how they respond to the environment since it reveals their style of thinking through the way they observe an object, play, and resolve problems. Ever heard of Gestalt theory? Oh, I think I mentioned it. Gheeks. It'll take you into a greater, more exciting scope of psychology discovery. I promise it won't bore you. Promise, promise. :) Oh ya, what has it to do with right and left hemisphere of the brain by the way? Well, let's see.
Recognising one's cognition pattern helps to classify a person as a right or left-brainer.
And it's not only important to know whether someone is a right-brainer or the other. It is also a must for you to know the categories in which a problem can be grouped in. So here's where Gestalt theory play its part. Problems can be grouped as
Well defined, or specific eg. a broken window that needs to be replaced OR
Ill defined, or abstract eg. how to find happiness, say.
And a problem can be tackled through a several classified approaches that are;
-Productive -Reproductive
Productive problems require a solver for an insight, which here carries the definition of 'thinking deeply about a matter, close inspection on a matter, and others similar. Doesn't depend on past experiences but creativity.
Reproductive problems usually tackles problem through functional fixed-ness, using past experiences to solve a problem.
During insight, a solver might restructure a problem to gain different views from which it can be tackled. One's perception towards a matter plays an important part in this stage.
A person whose left brain hemisphere is more dominant adopts productive problem-solving strategy. On the contrary, reproductive problem-solving skills is an option of right-brainers.
Interested to find out more? Clickkky!
to read simplified facts. Or,
to find out if your a right or left-brainer.
I'm left-brain dominant. Which is yours?
;D
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