WAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...................................I AM GOING CRAZY..................EXAM IS COMING....THIS IS PROBABLY GOING TO BE THE END OF MY STUDYING LIFE........HURRAY!!!!

Yes I am tired, I am demanding a rest and peace So please stop annoying me. If you found this bad to you then, Sorry, I cannot do anything anymore. Good luck and be happy for the rest of the days.

This movie reminds me so many things. Provocation and fascination.

 

 

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! [He slashes a large V through a propaganda poster.] The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [giggles] Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me "V".

 

 

Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration - whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday - I thought we could mark this November the fifth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice...intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War. Terror. Disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order. He promised you peace. And all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words - they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek...then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament. And together, we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever, be forgot!

 

 

Our story begins, as these stories often do, with a young up-and-coming politician. He's a deeply religious man and a member of the conservative party. He's completely single-minded and has no regard for the political process. The more power he attains, the more obvious his zealotry and the more aggressive his supporters become. Eventually, his party launches a special project in the name of national security. At first, it's believed to be a search for biological weapons and is pursued without regard to its cost. However, the true goal of this project is power. Complete and total hegemonic domination. The project, however, ends violently. But the efforts of those involved are not in vain, for a new ability to wage war is born from the blood of the victims. Imagine a virus, the most terrifying virus you can, and then imagine that you and you alone have the cure. But if your ultimate goal is power, how best to use such a weapon?
It is at this point in our story that along comes a spider: He is a man seemingly without a conscience for whom the ends always justify the means, and it is he who suggests that their target should not be an enemy of the country, but rather the country itself. Three targets are chosen to maximize the effect of the attack: a school, a tube station, and a water treatment plant. Several hundred die within the first few weeks.
Fueled by the media, fear and panic spread quickly, fracturing and dividing the country until at last the true goal comes into view. Before the Saint Mary's crisis, no one would have predicted the results of the election that year, no one. And then not long after the election, lo and behold, a miracle! Some believed it was the work of God Himself, but it was a pharmaceutical company controlled by certain party members that made them all obscenely rich. A year later, several extremists are tried, found guilty and executed while a memorial is built to canonize their victims. But the end result, the true genius of the plan, was the fear. Fear became the ultimate tool of this government, and through it our politician was ultimately appointed to the newly created position of High Chancellor.

 

 

 

you might found something in common while you read thru this, however this is just for reading.

I wanted to go on holiday...anywhere will do. I miss those golden times when we travelled to Manschester, Liverpool, Oxford, Land's end. I wish I can have once more time this type of road trip before I go home to Malaysia. This time I wanted to travel across England and Scotland, after that I would like to go Paris, Barcelona, Berlin, Prague,..and so on, what a fantatics thought huh? but this will be involving not only money but also some other factors. People always say that reponsibilites come with ages, the more older you grow the more responsibilities you have, the more responsibilities you have the more difficults you pull yourself out. If I were 22 or 23 now, I will definately go and do whatever I wanted without considering the consequences, but now I am 25. I have to think discretely every single step that I am going to move, just like in the chess game. Win or lose is depand on every step you take, the whole game might lose because of your tinny little mistake. I just feel like I am at the edge now, the more closer to the september the more depressing I felt.

I am feeling so down as I continuously failed two job interviews, job interviews that I never put it into my eyes. I thought I would be very easily secured these positions but I didn't and failed. 'keep holding on....cause you know we will make it thru', the song is now playing and I can hear it clearly, every single word is flying into my minds, easing my sorrow caused by my little defeated egotism and my collapsing pride as the time flew.

 

Honestly, I should have got no any pride..as my pride was completely destroyed when I decided to start my new life in this country. I have to admit that my life has never be so exciting before I came to England. It seems like the result is destiny to fail no matter what I do and despite how hard I tried. What I can says is I am being cursed. I don't understand why I always suffer lose in this country as I have never won before. I hate the feeling being lose, of course noone want this feeling either.

 

Well, I am going to get used to it as a matter of fact I am a bit numb now. Life goes on and I should carry on my journey and not just stuck in these failures. My future is in the mist and it is waiting for me to disclose what is beyond, glamorous or dimness....but no matter what it is..life goes on unless I forever gone........

 

The song is still playing....words are all around the room..KEEP HOLDING ON....

We don't have Mamak here, what we can have the cheap and fast food here at night is Kebab. Oh, I really like Kebab so much, hot grill sliced meats and freshly sliced vegetable, it is totally impeccable. Big portion even if you order the small one, it can fill up your stomach and you won't feel like sleeping alone cause Kebab be with you all night long, but in the next day morning, it gone and sail the ocean by itself after you satisfactorily flush it out. Oh, I love Kebab..yummy...........hehehe

You won't fear to die if you understand we have to come thru death at the end. It is just the matter of now or later. It starts and it end, you can't run and hide neither. When it is time comes, it will shows you the way and you gotta follow and progress. This is just not only life but all the things around us. Noone or nothing is constant and we are variables. We are living in a 'Time-series' world and repeating on somebody life, like it might be what we have seen in movie or drama. All these things are actually reflecting our life, what we see is what it comes. Does Finale really important to us? Let's work it out togather then. There is a begin and there is an end, just let's those has gone rest in peace and they will be forever cherish in our memory with love.  

Another half year to go, I will be finishing my study life (Hopefully I am not going to study PHD)and walk into a pathetic, dull and realistic working life. However, life is full of challenges and this is what always keep everybody up and feel alive of living in this world. When I was 15, 16, I felt like the time is passing slowly, to go thru a day is like getting thru a year. But now I am 25, whenever I recall my memory back to my aged 15, 16, it has make me feels like what was happening yesterday. I don't know or understand why time is passing so soon after that and now I am 25 and almost finishing my Master degree.

 

I feel hopeless for my future as the economy downturn is getting worst day after day. It is impossible for the economy to recover so soon as the harm is too deep. The effects of the economy Stimulus plans of major developed countries will take some times to realise, it could be success or fail, noone dare to estimate the result. But no matter how bad it is, the life goes on, we all are still alive and we are consider as lucky to those who have died in war or accident. So cheer up now and overcome the uncertainty in our future togather.

I am so suprised that I have started to save money since this semester began. I don't spend money like what I did usually, spending without wisely. Compare to the time I worked full-time in Water Margin, I am so frugal and stingy now. I realise that if I don't started to save now, at the end of the semester, my bank account will become empty and also I need money for my Europe tour at the end of the year. Here the tips for saving,

 

1. Join Tesco Club and use Club card. Do not ignore the points that you earn from every purchasing. As long as you earn to certain amount of points, they will give you coupon like 3 pounds off or 35p off in chicken meat or whatever on your next purchase and this really save A-LOT.  

 

2. Seldom eat-out, eating out is very expensive in this country no matter how good or bad the restuarant is. So only try those worth money value back or else don't even think about it, cause it is just wasting your money. Honestly, my cooking is much more better than those bad restaurant.

 

3. Think and spend wisely. Don't spend on those useless things. As a matter of fact, I seldom go to Starburk, Costa, Games...Tesco, Wikison always my favorite place or the only place to go on weekly.

 

4. Whenever I go to an historical site, I will pay to enter to the site and visit the site. But the more times I visit, I found out I am not that kind of person who will appreciate the story, art, building inside the site and it is boring to me. And also the British people are very good in marketing their history and then sell this story, sightseeing, culture to the foreigner but In fact all these things are nothing special and attractive, they are just ruins or pieces of debris. However, they are millions of people come and workship on these THINGS due the marketing effect. These people are being hypnogenetic and I was one of them.

 

That's my tips of saving..:P

 

 

I give myself a permit, a permit to temporary forgetting the annoying courseworks and studying for catching up the lecturers and finally I am awaken from I have seen. I have to admit that I go into the wrong direction as the heavy fog blocked in front of my way. I shouldn't blame anyone or anything that has causes this deviation as I am the one who create or release this frog or I willing to drown into it. Thanks to this three weeks time which has give me sufficient time to think and found out what I really want. However, I am actually still searching, finding something that missing in my life which had been previously my lifelong target but I am lost since I started THAT.

 

I see and I understand someTHING is gradually moving away from me. I can see someone's desire of repossession of that THING is getting stronger and aggressive but not faded away as the time flew. Someone is a good person to that THING as a matter of fact someone doesn't care what circumstance or condition that THING is now and continue pursuing it hardly and this is so touching. If I were someone, I would have giving up because I think something already gone just let's it be, it will be worthless to chasing it. Well, effort of someone make me feel THING is deserve to someone not me, in fact someone is better than me, at least someone really treasures and care the THING also someone does something I won't do if someone were me. Not only because of Someone has made me feel to giving up, also THING is not standing by my side anymore. I can see the longer the THING is, the greater distance I got to reach the THING. Some parts of THING had already goes to Someone side but THING doesn't realise it . Destiny and Fate are arranging the path of repossession of THING for someone in the future and give me no choice and have to leave. Well, maybe you all think that this is a lame excuse for leaving but as a matter of fact, if you were me but not someone, will you do the same? What I can do now is just wait and see. If THING really want to leave, I wish that I will be the first the know.

 

 

 

Kerana saya akan balik ke Malaysia kerja selepas habis pelajar di sini, jadi sekarang saya mesti nak bermula tulis dengan BM. Saya tahu ini memang susah, tapi Canday, Maxim dan Sophia, mereka nak baca BM di dalam blog saya, sebab itu blog ini akan ditulis dengan BM.

 

Saya pagi bangun, makan sarapan selepas itu pergi ke kelas.

Petang balik rumah makan roti kerana takada duit or wang? (HAHAHA) selepas itu saya tidur.

Malam, keluar makan dengan Sophia, Candy and Maxim, Sophia benlajar saya makan. Dia sangat bagus orang. :P Selapas itu saya pergi cari Koini and balik rumah.

 

Siap, BlOG INI BM.

Ha, just gone back to UK not more than a month, and then here I come back again, back home sweet home. After a long hour flight journey, it is approximately 17-18 hours, from London- Dubai, Dubai- Kuala Lumpur, and finally I got home.

 

This is my first time experience flying with Emirate, and it could actually be a pleasant trip however some unexpected accidents had caused me difficult to enjoy the journey. First and the very beginning, the Aqua-Cab didn’t come on time or in time to pick me up. I booked it half 3 and I waited for 20 minutes and the cab still hadn’t arrived yet. I called back twice and the Aqua lady shouting at me and said the cab driver was in front of my house at half 3 and rang my door bell and he even gave me a notification call prior to his arrival, but just no one respond to its. But I had been at home all the time, looking at outside the window and monitoring my phone screen for any incoming call, the Cab driver did none of them. There was not even a car passed by in front of my house. This cheeky bastard just tell liar and he had put me into the rush. I think he had probably gone to the wrong flat as a matter of fact not many cab drivers know this flat. So I decided instead of waiting at home than now I have to wait for the cab driver right in front of the Maritime Club where is just right beside my flat. I caught cold due to the thin clothing while waiting for the cab to come. She promises me that it would arrive shortly in about 10 minutes; in fact I had been waiting there for more than 15 minutes. I thought I am going to be late for check in but I was travel with an experience cab driver, he avoided all the traffics and we managed to get to the airport in less than 2 hours.

 

I was planned to get there 3 hours before departure in order to avoid the long check in queue. but then I ended in a long queue for more than 40 minutes in order to check in. All my preferably seats were taken and they insisted I had to check in my luggage which I usually don’t have to because of I was late. Thanks to the Aqua, I suffered and couldn’t sleep well for the whole journey due to my long legs. From London- Dubai, I took the new aircraft, A380, ‘The double decker plane’. It got the brilliant, width, new interior design. There is lighting effects on the roof, when it turn dark, you will see and have a intention to sing ‘Twinkle twinkle little star’. Yes, a scheme of dark sky with shinning stars is just above your head, I mean the roof. They provide an 11 or 12inch flat screen TV for every customers, it is the biggest screen so far I have seen in the plane. But however, compare to MAS, even though MAS doesn’t has this newest facilities now but they have a team of very efficient cabin crews. The drink served with the meal in MAS, but not Emirates. I waited till all the meals got distributed then they only get started to serve drinks. I prefer MAS food more than Emirates, I ordered a Mango sauce chicken meals which was what they only left (I got no choice at all) and it had make me not feeling well after having it. Guess what, you must have thought that the mango sauce should be sweet? In fact, the sauce didn’t taste like Mango but coconut with curry and a little bit mango, I can’t describe how it was because I don’t really it and I believe you too. Passengers sat beside me share the same feeling, well, not just I disagree with the taste. I love MAS food, at least it is truly Malaysian taste, Bon appetite.

 

When I arrives in Dubai, I thought I am in a new Malaysia airport. I meet so many Malaysian working in the Dubai airport as ground staffs, sales or cashiers. Almost 80 percent of the staffs there are Chinese, not sure whether they are Malaysian or not but those I met there are certainly Malaysian from their ascent, MA..LA..AH..

 

I took a small plane from Dubai to Malaysia. It is old and small…….but the stewardess are so sweet. No matter how bad the plane is, the seat is so stiff like sitting on the rock, TV screen is so small, not much programs covered, my legs…blabla…I slept almost throughout the journey, so it didn’t really bother me. I am NUMB.

 

After 6 and half hours, finally I got home. But whenever I think about this Saturday night I will have to travel back again…I just feel like..ARG..SHIT.

Dear Babe,

 

Just found this on the internet, it is quite interesting...hope you can understand.

 

"在屋頂飄著竹葉的寺廟裡,住著一個因失戀而孤單的人.
他總是說天沒那麼大,為什麼在天上跑的不是車子?
他把李子樹都砍倒了,也把池子的水都放掉了.
不久,他突然明白讓他憂愁的不是秋天,
只因為他正是簡簡單單二十多一點的年紀,
有著一顆青澀的心,只希望能回到原來的那一頁."

 

Can you see what is the thing that I am going to tell you? if can't then go to look at this website http://blog.yam.com/jane6688/article/12933690

 

 

  This is my daily life in 81-82 queen street with my babe Koini...Both of us get up in the morning about 9 or 10am, if there is a class we will wake up much more earlier about 8am. Our breakfast usually are English tea, bread with butter or jam, cereal with milk and so on and it is really depand ( our mood). After that we both go to class individually. Sometimes we will meet in the afternoon to have lunch togather or go back home to cook (When we broke), but most of the time we cook at home..cause we got not much money to spend. After school, I will usually go back home either doing coursework or studying, (seldom got time to fool around during this master degree time). If Koini not at home and go to work for part time in the evening, I won't cook for my dinner most of the time unless I am really hungry. I will order take away food from her shop and wait till her finished her work then I will go to her shop by uni bus in order to accompany her back home and in the mean time to pick up my food. I love fried WungTong with lot of vinegar and chili oil, this is my favorite food in Koini's shop. This food reminds me the taste of ' FU JIAN mee' in Malaysia which I usually eat with a lot of vinegar. Honestly, quite a lot of people think this is disgusting, but I just can't resists of the taste of sour and spicy...well, thanks to my parents who affected me to eat noodle in this way. hehe.

 

  I see my grandma in my dream recently..I saw her waiting for me at Malaysia home. We are talking most of the time in the dream, I can't remember the conversation but everything is just so peaceful. And also I dream that I take care of her in end of this month when I go back to Malaysia for a week holiday, in fact I was suppose to do that but I know this is not going to be possible anymore. Everything is just too late..What is waiting for me to go back is just a gravestonhere of my grandma. I cried yesterday night in my dream, I can't remember what it was but I remember grandma was in my dream. I wish I could see her again tonight in my dream, I got a lot of things to tell her. All the memory of being with her since I was a kid till that day I boarded to the plane to Uk are going round and round in my minds when I close my eyes. My mom felt weird and curious there is no pieces of sadness of sorrow from my face when I was in Malaysia, I was the one who suppose to be very sad but I just react in other way round. I am not cold hearted actually, is just that why should I depict my emotional on my face? However, everything is over now.

 

 My mom told me a little secret on that day I came back to Uk after the funeral. She said she cried in the first time that I left home to UK. I was so suprised to hear that cause I have never see my mom cry before in all of my lifetime except that day in grandma funeral. Then this made me worry again on that day I came back to UK, in fact this time I saw there are tears on both of her eyes....Actually I also got a secret to tell, I cried two times in the heathrow airport. The first time was the day I sent my parents and grandma to the airport, after they walked into the imigration, a very strange feeling came toward me and I just couldn't stop the tears coming out. The second time was the recently one...when I heard my grandma pass away over the phone in the heathrow airport. Don't you guys think that I am HAM BAO CING?

 

 

 

 

I know this day will come but never realise it came so fast...just in a day...thing came like unexpected. I called back home in the morning, she was very happy to speak to me, we laughed over the phone, then she told me she was tired then passed the phone to my mom. After the called, I continue doing my coursework, preparing things for the next day trip to scotland. In the afternoon, my mom called me again, this time she cried and couldn't speak properly. She said, grandma knocked down in the toilet and now is in the operation room, and want me to come back as soon as possible. I was stunned by that and ended the call unconsciously, grandma was just there a couple hours ago, everything was alright...Then this time my dad called me again, asked me to come back in sobbing...Then I know I must go back, this time is really BIG and WORST. I called to MAS, EMIRATE, they all told me there was no more flight back home or no more flight come back to UK..Luckily I found flight ticket in Ebookers website, the flight is at 10pm about 6 hours later, then I booked but the ticket number still in pending. I waited for about five minutes, still hadn't got the ticket number, suddenly Andy knocked my door room, Oh, first thing on my mind is 'the help is coming', cause Wei lip and he suggest me to get ticket from there. He helped me to find the contact number and made call for me then I spoke to the line operator, stopped them for all the bull-shit like 'Good morning sir, how are you?' by replied something rude, ' I got no time to bullshit with you, NOW get me the ticket number and send it to my email as soon as possible, the flight is about few hours from now, GET ME THE TICKET NUMBER!!'. He replied, Oh, yeah yeah sir...will be in a minute.' and finally I got my ticket number and received my e-ticket in a minute times.

 

I quicky grabbed some clothes and put it into my bag, got my passports and everything that was in my eyesight, Andy and Sophia stood there and saw me rushing up and down..I think this is the first time they see me pack things in weeping and shivering. I found an angpow inside my drawer,  it is about 300 hundred ringgits and given by my grandma in that day I depart to England. I asked her why gave me all Ringgits but not Sterling pounds, she then said to me,' So that when you come back, you got Ringgits to spend and don't have to go for money exchanger.' I thought this money is going to be useless but now is really make it useful for me, cause noone come to pick me up in the airport, I will have to get public transport to go home as soon as possible, these Ringgits cash had just save my hassle and emergency. My grandma had already knew this will happen, she just don't want me to be in trouble when I get back and now these Ringgits are finally spend for her in this way...After two hours cab journey, finally I arrived in Terminal3, checked in and got my tickets then called my dad again to see how was grandma. This time is my brother picked up the phone..He said,' Grandma has already gone. Please come back home by yourself, noone will be there to pick you up. Everyone will be in the funeral and can't leave during the ceremony.' I just..felt that my eyes are very itchy, couldn't stop the tears came out. I felt all alone, helpless and trember in the darkness. I thought I still will have the chance to see her once last time but it is ruin by the destiny of fate, she's gone, everything is over. My mind was completely blank, hunger stroke me while I drowning in the sorrow,  I walked aimlessly like a zombie and finally sat into a japanese restaurant inside the terminal, and ate...ate..ate...till I boarded to the plane. I only realised I was in the plane when the plane take off from the run-way, I wouldn't never think that I had to come back home for this but it happen and I did.

 

I felt regret for can't seeing her for the last time. I thought I would have the chance to accompany her till she died when I come back home after finished my Master degree, but she just couldn't wait for the day to come, it seems like very far, No, IT IS TOO FAR for her and for me as well. She take care of me in the past twenty two years, and I couldn't be with her in her last two years alive. I am such a fool. Grandma, I miss you.

 

I always wish that this day won't happen in my life but finally it came. I feel very regret and I should be back home last year but everything now it is too late. Nothing can be done to compensate the mistake...I thought I won't cry but in the end I cried..crying for the mistake that I have done. Sorry for can't be with you in the past two important years, and thank you for being with me in the past 21 years, taking care of me. I should have know that once I came to UK everything is already done. I miss you.

Mom, please honestly tell me what's going on recently...don't hint me by using some confusing language, I afraid I will get the wrong meaning. At least if thing happen, I still can be well prepared no matter in emotionally or my life. Please consider that I am very busy and totally got no time for things besides my study and work, there would be great that if you could tell me any unexpected event in advance if you foresee it might be happen. Once thing happen and I didn't get informed properly before, I would rather let's it be and just let's it done and treated it like not relevant to me.

   Yesterday, 11/11 is the end of First World War. I only know this when I visited to a English France style restaurant where situated not far away from the Library. Before I walked into the restaurant, a notice stick on the door caught my eyes and it's written, 'Maintain 1 minute silence at 11am.' I was puzzled and think why and what is that for and then my question was answered by the restaurant staff when I ordered my breakfast. She told me that today is the memorial for the end of the First World War; maintain silence for 1 minute is to memorialise those who died in the war. At 11 o'clock all staffs stood in front of the counter, and then one of them said,' Thank you, it is 11 now.' Everyone stop eating and talking but we still hear there are some annoying conversation and laughing still going on and is at the far end corner, obviously these customers just don't know what's going on. They kept talking till they realised the whole world is deadly silence and maybe someone staring at them then they only shut their mouth up. Then the memorial carries on. I think it is more than 1 minute, because a customer popped up in the middle of the memorial. She walked in, and then she was shocked by the atmosphere where everyone is like statue, ha, I bet she didn't see the notice. A few minutes after, the memorial was over and they carry on their business and I finishing my breakfast. It is so funny that whenever you see someone in embarrassing situation like the customer who sudden popped up and the talking customers look at their face, such a joker.

 

   I went back to Richmond afterward and joined my course mate to do revision for the small test at 4pm. Indeed, it is impossible to study in a group of people especially everyone in the group love talking. Cathy said she wish to get pregnant if her boyfriend agreed but she was afraid of giving birth because it is hurt. Then I said, 'Well, it is not that difficult that you think, just open out your legs, innit?, Then Martin said, 'Yeah, like eating chilli in your asshole.'Haha..All of us laughing and almost forget there is an exam.

 

  I like the words, giving birth like eating chilli in your asshole. Funny?

 

Sighs, I got exam tommorrow but now I have just stop doing revision and writting here. To be honest, I knew I should go back and sit tight on the chair and continue studying, but is just that I can't. My mind is about to be exploded with lots of assignments, exams and endless reading materials for the course. A few of my coursemates especially the local students, they are quite naive and funny. I remember that after the first exam last week, one of them smile and said to me like this, 'oh, you seem like very tired, you must be studying all night yesterday, I guess you would go home to sleep right after the class.' The first thought suddenly popping up from my mind right after she finished her words is, 'oh gosh, am I look like that stupid and a night is needed just to study this 'STUFF', do you thought that most Chinese students are stupid but I want to tell you that I ain't Chinese from China and I am from Malaysia, IS Malaysia, MATE'. But I didn't say these to her, I just smile and said, 'No, I didn't study all night as in fact, I had spent my yesterday's night watching anime series. If I did study, I think I would got all of them right but unfortunately, I can only able to do 3 questions.' She lost her smiling face and then said, 'oh, anime series, hm, I don't like them.' then walked away from me. Hah..

 

Then another white guy said to me,' Oh this exam is very hard, isn't it, do you know how to do all of them?' Since he already assume that I am stupid, then I replied, 'NO.'

But both of us already knew each others are actually able to do this exam, cause before the exam both of us already finished the mock exam paper and we already distributed and discussed our answers with some others coursemates but just not ourself.

 

Oh mate, please don't think that all yellow skin who don't actually speak in your's kind of English are considered as stupid. Yes, in fact I don't speak your's English, cause no matter how hard I try, I just can't adopt the ascent and say, 'Can I have a bo''ER of Wa'ERR?' (Can I have a bottle of Water) cause I know there is noway in the world can understand this but only in ENGLAND. Alright, that's enough for today, I go back to continue my study. Blala

    I have just finished one exam last week and now another one is coming this coming tuesday. I am trying my best and hopefully will get a pass mark on both of exam. I really don't have such ambitious such as like obtaining a very very good mark but just a pass will do for me. Switching from logistics to economics, such a drastic change to me, I am so suprised that I have made this decision, perhaps this is what I wanted to do always, challenge my limit and pushing further.  

 

    Yeah, I am going to celebrate my Christmas in scotland...hopefully this will a whte Christmas for me. It is true that I wish to see snow during Christmas time, as this might be my last Freezing cold Christmas in UK. People always ask me what to do and where to go after finishing this degree, and my answer always be the same, last time I would said I will stay back in UK, but now my answer will be go back to my country and work there.