Saturday, February 28, 2009

Hey You

Thank you for tagging along with me to the hospital. That shows how much you cared about me and how deeply touched and honored I am to have you in my life as a very great friend.

..though you said it was an investment as I was your amusement. Crap.

Anyway, not many allowed themselves to be in your shoes and go through this tough time with me. Thank you and thank you again.

Whatever may happen, I'll be forever thankful and grateful that I've done everything I could and have great, great people with me along this battle, like you.

Thank you.

K

PS: I couldn't buy the Burberry top. Spent a lot for the funny-sounding lady's concert already. Sigh.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Sorry

I have been so, surprisingly busy this semester and it just gets worse everyday.

New stuff coming my way. So does assignments, tutorials and yet-to-be-understood lecture notes.

I'm totally bananas now. So many things to do with bad time management and my laziness meter is always at its full bar.

Sorry for not updating this blog as often as then. I have so many things to write but I just couldn't find the right time. So sorry.

Til then.

K

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Hani Came Back From Down Under

I.Love.You.Guys

I was so elated waking up one day to a text message from Hani, telling she had just landed in KLIA. What a pleasant surprise!

Fast forward that afternoon, she came over to my faculty and we had a long-overdue chat, catching up with each other about KL, Adelaide and everything in between.

Then came this rendezvous last few days in One Utama among us Asasians - Fa, Ili, Zafirah, Imran and Rashid minus my hommie Abg Ayi (who was obviously not an Asasian, at least our batch).

From left: Hani, Fa, Ili, Zafirah and me

It felt so good to be back with your old companies, the ones who really loved you for who you are and not just for the sake of getting something from you. The ones who already called me their friend, although I was still having my ugly-spell during that time.

Safe journey to Japan on March 5 and back to Adelaide, Hani! Send our regards to Aizat :)

Friday, February 6, 2009

My Research Methodology Lecturer, Dr Azhar Harun

The following was taken directly from his lecture notes:


"4. It Needed The Critical Thinking

Empirical research needed the thinking power or critical thinking from the researcher that aimed to looking the fact and thought about the meaning or/and valued this fact. And from this critical thinking the appropriate conclusion could be produced. (This critical thinking will including in the discussion part."

"Or you see so many drug-edic people in Chowket to control the parking lot. What we know, the Malaysian government try to control and get them to the jail, but it still happened in social."


Due to his toungue-twisting Kelantanese dialect, I couldn't understand exactly what he said be it in English or Bahasa Melayu. And now, his lecture notes are topsy-turvy. Aiyo.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Pause and Looking at Life

The new Columbia Asia Hospital Dad went for his regular gout check-up. Spiffy.

I had my mid-semester break cum Chinese New Year holidays last week for about 10 days and I headed back North to Taiping to be around my folks.

That was when I truly realized that my folks are not getting any younger. Mom was having more arthritis problems and gout has been a regular visitor for Dad. Even getting up and down was a trouble for Mom due to her weak knees, there was no other option for her except to help Dad out when he was lying there unable to move around.

Though I was there for a week, I couldn't really help out much because at the end of the day, I'll be going back to KL and they both will be alone at home.

True, they might be alright in usual days but still it would be tough to cope with the house chores , and worrying me should something go wrong.

Then it rang in my head, maybe it was my responsibility to go back and stay with them. Abandon every vanity, every dream that I've been rooting for all these years for a simple, quiet life with them and to take care of them. At least, just to oversee their well-being.

True, Mom (and maybe Dad) haven't got over me changing my course, still being naggy and picking on me whenever they could but they're still my parents. Like Ann Jie said while we were having lunch at the faculty's cafe the other day, you find your utmost happiness in your family but they are the one responsible for your every depression and misery as well.

My brother and sister have their own family and perhaps taking care of these folks are no longer their top priority. So it leaves just me, the lonesome single guy with no intention for marriage in the nearest sight, incumbent and responsible to take care of them.

Just like when I took destistry/medicine, just to please them because the other two weren't. So, the responsibility immediately and automatically fell onto me. Weird.

It wasn't something far from reach. It's possible if I wanted to and should The One show me that that is the path I should be taking, then take it I must.

Sigh. Families, can't live with them, can't live without 'em.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Revolutionary Road


What is happiness? Is it found in the pursuit of the life you want and finally got a grip on it? Or is it right here, in front of you but you just couldn't see and make a full use of it?

What does it take to find happiness? Does it take love? Does it require a perfect companion, a husband and a wife to create a never-bursting bubble? Will it require you to go across the sea to the place you believe you would be better off? Or should one just stay in where one is because that's just how people around them believe?

In Revolutionary Road, everything is not like what it seems.

Revolutionary Road questions the pursuit of happiness, how it is defined by different people and how they look at life. While most of their sub-urban neighbors thought they were 'the perfect couple of Revolutionary Road' or given them nick-names like 'The Revolutionary Wheelers', Frank and April Wheeler believe they were just like any other couple - be it living there or anywhere else.

They both have feelings, needs and their marriage got gloom as the marriage aged. Somehow, April decided to bring back the passion and the fireworks back into their marriage, re-discover themselves as what they knew of each other when they first met - young, energetic ones with brilliant ideas and unquenchable thirst for excitement and exhilaration.

Somehow, things got in their way. How everyone's been saying that they were 'special ones' and shouldn't leave Revolutionary Road and Frank has been promoted and now, giving the moving plan a second thought. That leaves April feeling disturbed and unappreciated as she was trying to give her marriage a second chance but only to find it was dismissed by her husband and everyone else.

This is where the story gets interesting to me, and thought provoking.

April defines happiness as going out, doing what you believe in and that is all that matters. While Frank after being promoted, finally see that happiness is already there, you just got to see it , grasp it and make a full use of it.

It will totally change the way you perceive your life and how you look at the happiness connotation. And when someone says you're special, it doesn't really matter because you're never really that special, it's just a tag people put on you to get you into their grasp and making you stay to where you are, so that you'll think that you're really in a great position and shouldn't be letting go. The last scene of this movie tells so.

Go and watch it.

Flashback


My hommie, Abg Ayi took this picture of all the paper bags from our purchases in 2008 and I have to say I was in awe/ashamed/disgusted (depends on my mood) at how much dosh and items I have spent in total for a year.

Really that much?



And it didn't even include some other paper bags which according to him "too many to fit into the frame".

By the way, kudos to Abg Ayi on embarking his first ever blogging experience at khairikhalil.blogspot.com. Remember to say nice things about me, alright?