today is 25 dec.... kids wake up in the morning happily to open up the presents that santa gave to them. despite all the bad economic situation, Santa still is able to give all the presents. huhu anyway, i wonder how the southerners celebrate Christmas since they're in summer right now. do they celebrate christmas with snow pics too? i mean artificial snow whatever. oh anyway, merry christmas to my christian friends and happy new year to all. ^^
why do choose to study oversea?
-i want to travel and look at the other country
-i want to feel 4 season country
-i think it is cool(something like that)
-i can get a good education from that country for the course that im going to pursue
-i follow what was given to me and i happened to end up here
-CHANCE!!!! and i didnt let go of it
-i waant to go to that country!!!!
-my country is too hot
-get to know the caucasian
-i just want to study oversea
any other reason? i dont know, but the fact that most of them regret when studying abroad is just pissing me off. you want to study abroad. yes you were given the chance. and now dont regret and say stuffs like the food here is awfull, it's too cold here, ohhh how i wish im in msia right now. come on, be grateful for what you get. there are lots of other people that want to go here but then they probably just want to have a taste of what it would be like to live here in western country and feel the coldness. and when they have the tasted what that white thing called snow is they will hate it because it is too cold and they cant walk properly. it's a cliche thing when people try to explain too them they will say oh i will be fine. i can survive that and that is just a simple thing. pffft talk about people are just the same. haha
ok let's play probability game
in a test, the passing mark is 50.
there are 50 true or false answer. each correct Q will add 1 mark but each wrong ans will deduct 0.5 mark
then there are 10 essay Qs that have 5 mark each......
assuming that the student only scores 20 to 30 marks for his essay Q, what is the probability of the student to pass?
The air is wet, soaks Into mattresses, and curls In apparitions of smoke Like fat white slugs furled Among the timber Or silver fish tunnelling The damp linen cover Of school books, or walking Quietly, like centipedes, The air walking everywhere On its hundred feet Is filled with the glare Of tropical water
Again we are taken over By clouds and rolling darkness Small snails appear Clashing their timid horns Among the morning glory Vines
Drinking Milo, Nyonya and Baba sit at home. This was forty years ago. Sarong-wrapped they counted Silver paper for the dead. Portraits of grandfathers Hung always in the parlour. Reading Tennyson, at six p.m. in pyjamas Listening to down-pouring Rain: the air ticks With gnats, black spiders fly, Moths sweep out of our rooms Where termites built Their hills of eggs and queens zoom In heat. We wash our feet For bed, watch mother uncoil Her snake hair, unbuckle The silver mesh around her waist, Waiting for father pacing The sand as fishers pull From the Straits after monsoon.
The air is still, silent Like sleepers rocked in the pantun, Sheltered by Malacca. This was forty years ago, When nyonya married baba
- Shirley Geok Lin-Lim -
no need to decipher the meaning of this poem. It always makes me remember my hometown