Monday, June 21, 2010
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Thursday, June 17, 2010
Psycholinguistics
My wall clock has just struck 3am..Tong..Tong..Tong. Unusually, I could hear that loud and clear as it's the wee hour of the morn. Everyone has long gone to sleep...my neighbours, the security guards as well. haha.
And why am I here..? Good question. Starring at my monitor attempting to finish my psycholinguistics assignment. Hundreds of theories, conflicting ones...this fella said like that, another donkey attacked and changed the rules. It's like a game of debate. He came up with this theory supported with evidence, everyone supported him..then suddenly another idiot oppose to his ideas.....and the game goes on.
Had been reading over and again but never understand them. Extremely confusing. The thoughts of plagiarism came to my mind. Cut N paste....and finish off this piece. Sigh....
Am going psycho over psycholinguistics.
And why am I here..? Good question. Starring at my monitor attempting to finish my psycholinguistics assignment. Hundreds of theories, conflicting ones...this fella said like that, another donkey attacked and changed the rules. It's like a game of debate. He came up with this theory supported with evidence, everyone supported him..then suddenly another idiot oppose to his ideas.....and the game goes on.
Had been reading over and again but never understand them. Extremely confusing. The thoughts of plagiarism came to my mind. Cut N paste....and finish off this piece. Sigh....
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Bak Chang
It's Dumpling Festival today. Just realised that last night when I noticed the mushrooming of makeshift stalls selling this delicacy. At the pasar pagi near my home, the hawkers were promoting their version of 'chang's ~ the hokkien salty ones, the cantonese sweet/salthy...and etc.
Still prefer the homemades courtesy of great grandma (Ah Chor). Hers is so smooth unlike the sticky ones which I bought last night. Ah Chor knew that I luv mine with lean meat and double yolk minus the 'hei bee' and mushroom. Usually, I would get my specially wrapped ingredients set aside. Those were the days....
My mum could made delicious chang too. She must had picked up some skills from Ah Chor. However, this year, mum was too weak to make one due to her troublesome arthiritis. She's unable to bend her knees or sit for too long. Had reminded mum not to over-exert herself. Warned her not to make any or else......
Bought 2 huge ones from the market last night. RM5.80 per pcs...! My tiny tummy is unable to finish one whole thing. My tummy gets bloated if I take too much...the pulut tends to get indigestive inside.
Ah Boy enjoyed his share of chang. The changs were swept clean before I could snap a photo of them.
Still prefer the homemades courtesy of great grandma (Ah Chor). Hers is so smooth unlike the sticky ones which I bought last night. Ah Chor knew that I luv mine with lean meat and double yolk minus the 'hei bee' and mushroom. Usually, I would get my specially wrapped ingredients set aside. Those were the days....
My mum could made delicious chang too. She must had picked up some skills from Ah Chor. However, this year, mum was too weak to make one due to her troublesome arthiritis. She's unable to bend her knees or sit for too long. Had reminded mum not to over-exert herself. Warned her not to make any or else......
Bought 2 huge ones from the market last night. RM5.80 per pcs...! My tiny tummy is unable to finish one whole thing. My tummy gets bloated if I take too much...the pulut tends to get indigestive inside.
Ah Boy enjoyed his share of chang. The changs were swept clean before I could snap a photo of them.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Happy Father's Day..Ah Pa
My brain has been overloaded with thousands of theories, confussed over them and linguistics is driving me crazy. One fella said this while another opposed his ideas and came up with a new one. It was a never-ending cycle. Mind going goo ga ga over them.
Arghhhhhhh...I need a break. Sipping a glass of warm Anlene....and it's drizzling outside. The temperature is perfect...the tought of crawling to bed ....tugging underneath the satin sheets....fabulous. My brain is dog tired but physically I'm not. I can't sleep though mentally I'm damned exhausted. Too much in there....my assignments are killing me softly....haha
A while ago, I logged into FB. My friend posted pictures of her family celebration @ father's day dinner.
Huh....Father's Day...
I thought of my Ah Pa....my late Ah Pa. Perhaps my strongest recollection of Ah Pa is of him working patiently and painstakingly to put food on the table for us. As a police officer, his work time was inconsistence. He was away most of the time....
He was a man with few words, strict and a no nonsence person.....but on the other hand, Ah Pa had a pretty good sense of humour too.
By modern standards, Ah Pa would be considered a workaholic.....he was dedicated to his job and he worked very hard and long hours. But he did it because he loved it. His often quoted remark, which he also made to me, that if he had his life to live over again, he would live it exactly as before, reflected the quiet satisfaction he had in his accomplishments.
Despite his long working hours, he still spent quality time with his children...me especially~ the apple of his eyes. On his off days, he would take us in his old Mazda 323 to fanciful restaurants for food. Sometimes into kampungs and small villages~ to savour good food. At times, to the beach where me and my brothers would construct sand castles or simply handpick sea shells. Those days in the 70s, the beach was clean.
While we the kids were happily in our beach activities, Ah Pa would be snoring away underneath the angsana tree. Other times, Ah Pa would join us in kite flying or just strolling along the sandy beach.
Wished to turn back the clock....back to my childhood days where I'll be pampered by Ah Pa... !
Ah Pa...where ever you're...HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
Arghhhhhhh...I need a break. Sipping a glass of warm Anlene....and it's drizzling outside. The temperature is perfect...the tought of crawling to bed ....tugging underneath the satin sheets....fabulous. My brain is dog tired but physically I'm not. I can't sleep though mentally I'm damned exhausted. Too much in there....my assignments are killing me softly....haha
A while ago, I logged into FB. My friend posted pictures of her family celebration @ father's day dinner.
Huh....Father's Day...
I thought of my Ah Pa....my late Ah Pa. Perhaps my strongest recollection of Ah Pa is of him working patiently and painstakingly to put food on the table for us. As a police officer, his work time was inconsistence. He was away most of the time....
He was a man with few words, strict and a no nonsence person.....but on the other hand, Ah Pa had a pretty good sense of humour too.
By modern standards, Ah Pa would be considered a workaholic.....he was dedicated to his job and he worked very hard and long hours. But he did it because he loved it. His often quoted remark, which he also made to me, that if he had his life to live over again, he would live it exactly as before, reflected the quiet satisfaction he had in his accomplishments.
Despite his long working hours, he still spent quality time with his children...me especially~ the apple of his eyes. On his off days, he would take us in his old Mazda 323 to fanciful restaurants for food. Sometimes into kampungs and small villages~ to savour good food. At times, to the beach where me and my brothers would construct sand castles or simply handpick sea shells. Those days in the 70s, the beach was clean.
While we the kids were happily in our beach activities, Ah Pa would be snoring away underneath the angsana tree. Other times, Ah Pa would join us in kite flying or just strolling along the sandy beach.
Wished to turn back the clock....back to my childhood days where I'll be pampered by Ah Pa... !
Ah Pa...where ever you're...HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
Friday, June 11, 2010
Dean List
In the midst of wrestling with hundreds of linguistic theories ~ ya for my Sociolinguistics and Psycholinguistics assignments, yours truly received an unexpected piece of news. A good one of course. So damn happy to hear them. Wish this could occur and reoccur over and again...repeatedly...thru out my uni programme. Alright am letting the cat out of the bag. As I already slipped a lil earlier...you could decipher what's the news al about. Yeah...my exam results. I've got a "perfect score"...you've read it correctly. PERFECT SCORE. Straight A ssss. A well paid hardwork. Will be getting my Dean's List this sem.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Struggling with my uni assignments
Every semesters, I'll be posting the similar thing in my blog. "Struggling with my uni assignments". As usual, this is exact time of the year. I'll be facing these tension 3 times per year.
Hmmm...this sem, I've 4 papers excluded my research paper. Datelines are mid July. Kept telling myself, need to utilise these two weeks (school holidays) to accomplish them all. One week has passed....only managed to fully complete one and the rest still pending. Am I getting lazier or just having not enough time..? Hmmmmm
Still nursing the wound in my heart over my 'promotion'. And now the pressure of hitting the datelines....my blood pressure is rising ! Stressed....
Hmmm...this sem, I've 4 papers excluded my research paper. Datelines are mid July. Kept telling myself, need to utilise these two weeks (school holidays) to accomplish them all. One week has passed....only managed to fully complete one and the rest still pending. Am I getting lazier or just having not enough time..? Hmmmmm
Saturday, June 5, 2010
No Promotions
The month of May ended horribly for me. I felt sad and frustrated. Colleagues were being promoted ahead of me thus I've been left out ! Promotion slipped through my fingers because of things that shouldn't have happened but it happened....Though it's unfair but I've to accept my fate. The feelings of unease....I can't help but feeling this way. I'll be lying if I say that I'm okay after all the loss....!
Am not gonna keep this sadness lingers....life's short. Not allowing it affecting my mood. Am sure there's much more pleasure awaits me down the road. I only missed one lil junction and there's lots more crossroads ahead.
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