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A thousand miles journey, starts with a single step, and that single step, TAKEN.

The last time I feeling home sick was back when I first entered the university. As a freshie, we were required to lodge in the hostel for at least two semesters. Today, the scenario changes a tad slightly. Taking the chance to learn about nursery basics at a village some 400KM away from home, the familiar feeling loomed inside me once again. It became the most palpable when I travelled alone back to my guest home after work. Cruising slowly on a 4WD along the winding road with trailing rubber woods, my heart inevitably sank deeper as I edged closer to my guest home provided by relatives. I felt such a reluctance to go back. I gradually decreased the speed of my vehicle, while feeling inside hoping not to reach home that soon. But for some reasons, the gloomy feeling did not last long. Perhaps a stop to purchase some groceries altered the feeling. Perhaps a decision I had already made, that is to come here to pick up whatever I could grasp hold of, faded the feeling. Perhaps, with a little dream I have inside of me cut out the feeling for me. It became easier. I went back in the end. Though I knew the battle with this feeling will not be over for at least some period of time. Never mind for this time, I won the battle. First victory is crucial. If I gave up instead, I would never win this game.

My first (and half) day here brought them the long-awaited downpour. Due to the torrential rain, my activity could only be restricted to the offices of the nursery. My helpful nursery overseer introduced me to the various personnel working here, all of whom are acquainted with my mother. The sales office is well organized with the sales and stock department combined into one office, while the administration office is a stand-alone entity. Rather unsurprisingly, workers here are mostly Siamese. My limited command of the Thai language prevents me from communicating with them. My first assignment came, when my overseer ferries one of the Burmese workers to fix a pump pipe at a nearby source bush nursery. After that, we went hopping one place after another, started off with seeing the project of him planting a source bush nursery, then we visited the hostels specially built to house the workers, and finally to be blocked at the entrance of seeing source bush growing under a replanting scheme by the government agency.

The thing about how the nursery businesses are run here is that, it is rather crowded with big and small operators, thus the competition is somewhat saturating; and finding a land here can be quite labourious as one may need to venture deep into the woods in order to acquire empty lands. To my surprise was the discovery of ‘another-world-feeling’ after venturing off-road into the woods – enormous paddy fields with mountainous backdrop to be behold – what a sight for a city boy like me. Along the way, we exchanged quite a bit of conversations on the agricultural issues in Malaysia and also Thailand, and I certainly gained much through it.

“The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago; The second best time is now.”

This is a Chinese proverb I found on the net, and I find it very meaningful and encouraging. In fact, it is this quote that inspires me to take up the courage and chance to come here and experience something new. Although the transition could still be a fear, I believe with my ambition to be successful in the things that I am bound to be involved in, things would eventually just get better.

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Fiddling with Friday

The snooze button isn’t really helping, I continued to sleep like a log, disregarding the possibility of being chopped down in an impending foreign language test. Somebody has to slap me in the face! Never mind, lesson learned. As a result of utter indisposition to do anything,  I can only now pray hard to God so that I can pass the test.

I deliberately took a longer route after the test to avoid going home too early. Before going out this morning I wrote a note to old man, telling him that I have a test and couldn’t go and help mum out. But it wasn’t the same thing I was thinking inside – I wanted to go and help her out, I just couldn’t decide the direction.  The long journey didn’t do any good. As soon as I got home he questioned me one more time. I said to him “I’ll be free on the afternoon”. I didn’t know why I said that but after all maybe I should really go find her and talk about the situation. Fair enough. It turned out to be a no-show from him however – we didn’t go in the end, he went out for meeting after I promised to go but came back only on the late evening . So we both decided we’ll be going tomorrow morning. Never mind. At least I can get a good run later in the futsal game, just to keep my mind fresh from the mucky condition my foot are now in. I got a call after I finished my dinner from this monster girl whom I thought will only return from her vacation on tomorrow, haha, asking me whether I’ll be going for the futsal game later or not. I think she probably wishes to have a meet-up or something but poor girl gotta ignore her because of the game. Strange conversation on the phone it was, but it kinda lifted my gloomy heart I’ve been carrying the whole day. And things unfolded little by little on a more positive note later for the rest of the day, as I slotted in quite a number of goals, sprinted up and down for like 90 minutes, and most importantly they were all done without feeling a pull in the hamstring. The injury I sustained a couple of months ago really got me worried that I may not be able to perform heavyweight sports like how I did in the past. I’m thankful after a hiatus from the injury I can now still play my favourite sports. I just gotta be extra alert whenever I perform the sports. At the end of the day, there’s at least something to cheer about after a somewhat frivolous Friday.

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ifyoucanunderstandawordiamtryingtosay

Microblogging is like the in-thing to do nowadays I don’t know why am I so lazy to write nowadays (Ok i’ve been lazy all the while maybe it is because of microblogging its function i can like capture the moment or mood and if i blog i have to do it but then i thought since i can have the best of both worlds why not i just pretend nothing has just happened while tweeting or plurking (i dont like FB status updates it is so overrated people are using it like they dont mind others seeing what their do  i mean weaknesses or your emo-ness yes you can use but wise people utilize it to make themselves become more influence c’mon peeps must you post something like i ) life is not all smooth-sailing it gets bumpy at times when you least expect them you see. i just got a text from dad asking me to help mom out at her workplace i wanted to help you so much because i want to learn something especially now it is a good time as the business is still in the starting up stage i want to get involved in it atleast in the future i can pave my ways but at the same time i am faced with a dilemma my mom suggested me to take up a part time position in teaching english in one of the english-teaching institution out there since i am majoring in english i thought it is not a bad idea at all! given what ive acquired this semester i think i really need the practice of involving in the real world i mean working while applying what i have learn and at the same time continue learning and upgrade myself because i think i learn through that way i have been doing it all the while in fact from young  i think if i am to be a teacher i gotta make sure i have all the knowledge i should have. sometimes i am at lost i dont know if it is my fault or should i put the blame on something else say the education system as i grow up i come to realize i am only good at doing things that are repeating and it is pretty much like a machine and i seriously dont hope myself to become one later in the future ok. i admit my mind is blanked for several minutes before coming out with this sentences you see this is like my worst post ever i literally penned down what flowed through my mind and i just dont feel like wanna go back to the sentences and do a review or edit or proofread whatever you get me my mind is so confused now ok confused is not really the idea here i want to say something like crossroad something has to be decided and i cant afford to keep on staying in the comfort zone, cant argh gotta needa talk to somebody soon shit but i dont know how to start with  i must do something at least this is what i know arghhh FUCK

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有时我希望我可以反转地球,反转自己

时间巨轮停滞了两年有四个月

神明补天柱地方需短短一个周

我依然持续苦海寻匿在这世界

坚信存此宇宙浩瀚终能找得到

渺小

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Psytopic分析:您的性格类型是“INFP”(内向+直觉+情感+知觉)

理想主义者,忠于自己的价值观及自己所重视的人。外在的生活与内在的价值观配合,有好奇心,很快看到事情的可能与否,能够加速对理念的实践。试图了解别人、协助别人发展潜能。适应力强,有弹性;如果和他们的价值观没有抵触,往往能包容他人。

INFP把内在的和谐视为高于其他一切。他们敏感、理想化、忠诚,对于个人价值具有一种强烈的荣誉感。他们个人信仰坚定,有为自认为有价值的事业献身的精神。INFP型的人对于已知事物之外的可能性很感兴趣,精力集中于他们的梦想和想象。他们思维开阔、有好奇心和洞察力,常常具有出色的长远眼光。在日常事务中,他们通常灵活多变、具有忍耐力和适应性,但是他们非常坚定地对待内心的忠诚,为自己设定了事实上几乎是不可能的标准。INFP型的人具有许多使他们忙碌的理想和忠诚。他们十分坚定地完成自己所选择的事情,他们往往承担得太多,但不管怎样总要完成每件事。虽然对外部世界他们显得冷淡缄默,但INFP型的人很关心内在。他们富有同情心、理解力,对于别人的情感很敏感。除了他们的价值观受到威胁外,他们总是避免冲突,没有兴趣强迫或支配别人。INFP型的人常常喜欢通过书写而不是口头来表达自己的感情。当INFP型的人劝说别人相信他们的想法的重要性时,可能是最有说服力的。INFP很少显露强烈的感情,常常显得沉默而冷静。然而,一旦他们与你认识了,就会变得热情友好,但往往会避免浮浅的交往。他们珍视那些花费时间去思考目标与价值的人。

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***认识自己真难;肯定自己更难***

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They say, 6 is my lucky number

Tahniah! Anda ditawarkan untuk mengikuti kursus Bacelor Sastera (Pengkhususan Bahasa Inggeris) di Universiti Putra Malaysia!

I still briefly remember the status message that popped up on the screen of one of the PCs in TARC’s library after it was announced that local varsity applicants can check if they had been accepted into one of the IPTAs. (I’d have post a photo of the status message instead had it not been the tragedy that happened to my lovely phone nine months ago *sob*) Mixtured moments I had before and right after the revelation. Lots of things came across my mind like, “What subject will I be offered to study and where?”, “What if I failed to secure any of the spots?”, expectations and etc. While I nearly settle down at TARC after 1/3 semester, I do hope not to be faced with another crossroad, if things go the ‘proper’ way, and that turned out to be the case. After some killing process of waiting in front of the PC screen, I got into one of the IPTAs just like that via a simple message. Mixtured moments can only I say that was appropriate to describe my emotion. I was overjoyed and at the same time concerned by the revelation. The next few things I did was texting my parents about the news and posting a status update on Facebook. As the news spread, I received a blend of comments from everybody. Of course, most of them were positive, some were not so. I was congratulated, I was discouraged at the same time too.

“Why English!?”

The only and same question that would be directed at me every now and then when the word “English” doesn’t get along with their ears, even up to the present. Pardon me but when it comes to personal, I never liked to disclose it verbally, partly because I am not good at it, or maybe I don’t have to tell you why, or maybe you don’t know me, or maybe I do not know myself, or maybe, unpredictability is really a product of my childhood. After all, I thought it was the best for me after accounting in all the factors, judging from my academic performance, the selection process, attainability factor and etc. I get (calculated) what I want eventually. Expectation? You can forget about me.

Sometimes, nothing is certain, it’s just the way of doing it. I still value the simple advice given by my uncle and aunt, my parents, my friends and those who think I am on the right track. Today is exactly a year since the revelation, and if you wonder why am I digging out old story – a friend of mine has yet to tell me if she was admitted into one of the any IPTAs or not.

“He thinks summer (June) is the best time to plan, to plan ahead of the year, on what you have to do, to realise what you want to achieve. Fail to plan is plan to fail, always remember that.”

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认识锺秉翰

友问:“您的名字含义何在?”

我道:“乃家族之姓,秉翰属赐予名。“”意,拿(receive)、持(uphold)、掌(predominate)、主(authority);所谓治国不失秉,又意,秉正、秉公,指做事执法公正无私,乃属一种秉赋(天赋)。“”则意,鸟类之种,俗称天鸡(Golden Pheasant);含高飞、飞黄腾达之意;此外,又译文词,形容文史方面之才能。

***我是谁***

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Strange, but good

I’m having a very strange feeling right now. This is so dejavu. I went to Tunku Abdul Rahman College to sign-up for a course that I wished to study since 2 years ago after SPM. Actually the purpose of this is to provide a backup plan, in case the local universities which I applied for don’t want to offer me a place for study, which I think it’d be a waste for either one of them. 😎

After 2 years of Form 6, I’m quite certain as to which directions I’m most likely heading to. I’d of course place priority on entering local university, preferably doing a B.A. in English or TESL after giving lengthy and sensible consideration. I just think no other courses other than these suit me better in an earnest way. Although business fields still look intriguing to me, specifically Finance, I have to forgo it as I’m not a technical person, and all the while I’m not that sensitive towards figures. I have to be honest to myself. Whatever might happen on the fourth week of June (the period when I get to know about university acceptance) I’d still be a happy man because I know I’m making the right choice.

So, I went back to TARC, for the third time, in two years, to sign-up for a course, a course which I’ve been wishing to study since a couple of years ago. I come back to here, no matter what happens, in the end, that’s why I can’t explain the feeling. It’s actually a Diploma in Commerce which I get to specialize in Business Management. Different from Finance and the likes, it doesn’t require me to be a very technical person. For that time being, I still cannot juggle between this two courses (Commerce and Finance). So I needed a final feedback. You know, when I approached the counsellor, she is a she, straightaway opened up and be very honest to me, telling me I don’t suit Finance, and it happened by chance at first flip of the prospectus, she actually flipped to the page that contains information about Dip. in Commerce. “Nah, this one…” she says. “I can see from you that you’re not that technical person, don’t do Accounting or Finance.” she adds on. She can see from me, I can also see from her that she have to be a very experienced lecturer (in fact, she is a lecturer on Financial Accounting), who are capable of judging people (I always take my hat down for this kind of people). She sees me as a more versatile person, which I feel very relative, and suggested me to take up the Dip. in Commerce. I get the message from her in like almost lightening instant. I knew it have to be this way. After some constructive comments and discussions with her, I tops Dip. in Commerce high on my list of choices and drop the application form into the submission box.

My future plan? Well, that’s about academic. On the other side, I should see myself still put on the red Canon uniform until the 10th of May. That’s exactly 5 months of short working life, but the experiences will be etched forever along the path. After the resignation, I’m going to concentrate on the traditional chinese medicine class as I barely get a chance to carefully revise the notes and do some research work. In the meantime, engaging in a trip with closed-friends would be marvellous. Until then, as I walk on along the path, the path that is less travelled, the story goes on……

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