Dream

First of all, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY EVERYBODY! Although it's a day late, but it's the thoughts that counts *self-praise is no praise*. But to satisfy others who cannot accept the fact that the celebaration is over, I shall say happy Belated Independence Day!' Merdeka! I spent my holidays attending a camp called the 'Dream Reloaded'. Sounds cool right? I think it sounds like a movie name which has a better movie title than 'the rise of the fallen' or 'terminator salvation' or 'A Pat on the Head' (I'm joking only but I like that story).

Anyways, I dreamt together with Ming Chai and Siao Fern in this camp. Let me make it clear that we did not sleep in the same room. Lol. Dreams are a sensational and passionate attachment to a preferred future. After the camp, I would personally describe a dream as a D.R.E.A.M (Deliberately Reviving Extraordinary Anticipated Memories). So, what are my dreams? Let me sleep first and I will continue when I'm awake......

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What is it that makes it SO HARD to TALK to each other?

It's really sad to write such a deep post on a bright and sunny Saturday where the birds of the air are enjoying the eternal summer of Malaysia while the ants are crawling all over your breakfast. But otherwise, we all love Mr Derick and I, an extremely lazy person shall do my homework of blogging because I love him! (P.s. I'm being truthfully sincere)

So, what makes it so freaking and painfully hard to talk to each other? My thesis would bring forth two reasons, which are shyness and also 'cold-war'.

As all of us are informed about, there are two main types of personality in the society, the Extroverts (Like Mr Derick) and the Introverts (like N.E.S.H). It is just how we are formed by our surroundings and our families to be who we are and what we do in where we are. For example, when our cute little JPA juniors step into KBU for their orientation, some of us gathered courage to make new friends to be a blessing while others were just at the back stage whispering to themselves that "It's just not my cup of tea" to make friends with our adorable juniors. It is their personality of being afraid of not knowing what to say to the juniors that makes it so hard to TALK. Others like Mr Derick can straight away relate to any of us in class by talking about 'budu' and 'a jogging old man' to make all of us feel the warmth of the atmosphere. I'm not pointing fingers or blaming anybody, I'm just stating my opinion that God has blessed each of us with wonderful personalities and that we should never force a person to be who they are not as 'variety is a spice of life'. Hence, some people will just find it hard to talk to others because it is their personality

Secondy, 'cold-war' as the noun 'war' suggests is very destructive. A feeling of disgust and unforgiveness towards somebody because of the past and actions will breed hatred after time. This hatred makes one to distance him or herself away from that person and hence, it makes it so hard to talk to each other. On the other hand, if Mr A person tries to reconcile with Mr B but Mr B does not even want to talk with Mr A, then it will be hard to talk with each other as one can never produce a loud clap with just one hand. Sometimes, Mr B would just find it fun to sow a feeling of hatred so that he would not talk to Mr A.

It is hard to break the ice between you and your hated one, but it will be successful with humility and forgiveness from both sides. Just pray that God will be able to provide and opportunity to reconcile with each other and discuss the misunderstanding to build a string of friendship again. Next, don't always look into your own interest, but look into the interest of others by caring for them out of a pure intention of being a blessing. Bless them because they are your friends, eventhough you may feel as if they are your enemies.

All in all, not talking to each other because of unreasonable issues is not a wise choice....In my opinion.Be optimistic in life.

Randomness

Hi everyone, today I thought it will be fun to see how random I can get. Mr Derick, if you can't get a heck of what I am saying or rather what I will be saying, please refrain from reading this post as I can go from A to G and suddenly jump from Z to K. Lot's of Laughter! Let's get the durian rolling!

Oh oh oh! I am sitting beside a boy. Wow! It's a boy! Why can't I sit beside a girl? Ish Ish. That boy is BIG!! His arms are veinious and and the size of his arms are curvaceous like two banana's stuck on a piece of bone! Mmm Mmm! Maybe I'm beginning to be vexatious to him. Oh no...please don't do that! Haha. Just for your information, I'm not gay ok? Im a perfectly straight thinking guy who is extremely insular about Sarawak from the land of the Oau-raeng Uo Tangs (Orang Utans) as how I learnt from my beloved 'Ding Ding Ding' teacher, Mr Kok TM!!!!!Yayaya!!! Oh no...oops, did I say something? I meant the guy sitting beside me. He is called MB by many of our classmates! Well, MB has many definitions from many people. When Snow White calls Song MB, she means Muscular Boy! When Nato calls the banana armed man MB, he means, sorry, SHE means Menteri Besar. Well, MB can mean Macadamian Bazooka or even Machtpolitik Baboon. MB, please forgive me if I have offended you in any way.

Last Friday, I got many stabs into my heart as Snow White called me a third-person with no future. Not only me, but Jinjie and KiloCal were inculded as well. Snow white said MB was to have 3 'miao tiaou' wives and that if I tried to snatch them from MB, I should just jump from KLCC as I wouldn't stand a chance. Meaning to say, Snow White thinks I'm an ugly taufu man! Haha! Oh, and one just happened yesterday where I had a great encounter with Optimus Pr*m*. She thought I was staring at her while I wasn't. That brought me into a lot and lot of trouble as my classmate driving a Putra started teasing me of liking Optimus rather than MB. Hehe. Waa!! It's raining now! I can just feel the coldness sipping down my skin! WAAHHH!! I want a Mcflurry! Hehe. Mcfluffies are NICE! How I wish the guy beside me would be able to buy one for me. But he seems overwhelmed and occupied by blogs. Well, I think I hav to go and do Snow White's homework or else she will curse me to eat a poisoned taufu instead of a poison apple. Hehe.

Well, that's all. God Bless! Live everyday with a smile! :)

Not Living in a Lie :-( Living in Sincerity)

Living in sincerity. This was the greatest lesson that impacted me as much as I was impacted with glorious aroma of the legendary Kolo mee when I watched the movie 'He's just not into You'. The movie left me thinking seriously about my life in KBU as I was able to relate with it very much. Some of you may be thinking that it is weird for a guy to watch that movie but be convicted of sincerity rather that BGR (Boy Girl Relationship). Nevertheless, let me share my insights of the movie.

Firstly, sincerity means living in the light. In other words, having good character and showing our true selves to people without hiding any sins we usually do when no one is watching. Character is what you do in the dark. Hence, we all must strive to build good character within us so that we will be blameless in our life and not live in a lie. In the movie, if the husband was sincere to show true love to his wife, he would have stopped smoking and would not have to trouble himself to hide his cigarettes and his sins.

Sincerity must also come with actions and not just convictions. As faith without deeds is dead, so sincerity without actions is pure 'crap'. If one is sincere, he would really get things into action. I have a good classmate that has a favourite phrase of ' Don't talk, do it'. I would rather put it as ' Walk the Talk'. From the movie, in the talk of love, guys like to potray themselves as being sincere, but do not want to be sincere. This issue is what makes females wonder about the genuity of a guys love for them.

This leads me to my third point where the absence ot sincerity brings destruction. The absence of sincerity will always leave you at the losing end mercilessly. Insincerity really shows an ugly face to the public. It not only destroys your life, but it destroys the life of others, the life of your loved ones.

So, whatever we do, always do it with a right purpose. Be sincere... I want to be sincere with myself and not live in a lie...

Godilocks and the 3 Bears

One fine afternoon, a girl named Godilocks went out into the woods out of curiosity. She was a lady with unmatched beauty and her hair was as shiny as a rim of a car and as smooth as 'laksa' slurps into one's mouth. So, as she was walking in the woods, she heard a melody that sounds so magical, sweet, mesmerizing, captivating, heart-melting, drop-dead gorgeous and the list could go on forever. Godlilocks followed the melody and tried to find the source but it was hard because she did not learn Physics and did not know sound travels everywhere due to diffraction. Suddenly, a man who dresses like Justin Timberlake appears in front of Godilocks and asks..

My beautiful and expensive lady that even Mastercard can't buy, what are you doing out here alone? It's very dangerous out here because there are wild animals like batman, spiderman, cicakman and even the joker. Do you want me to walk along with you to your destination to ensure you of your safety?

Godilocks then asked him sweetly, 'Your name you have not introduced and how sure am I that I can be protected from such beastly creatures? You are no more than a flimsy singer from a land that consumes dried cockroaches and seahorses...

My name is Melody, the SONG of all the hearts and souls in this wood. I may not look like a strong person, but trust me as I have friends calling me muscular and fit. One of them is Frankylicious, a bubbly high-pitched cannon emitter. Moreover, I have experience in boating in Dragon-I and was great Scout. So do not fear my lady for I shall protect you as an expensive mistress.

( Okay the author is back..I'm really sorry for the long delay. And so, the story continues)

Melody gave such a seducing persuasive speech that Godilocks had her sense tingling down her body. Melody had learnt to give a persuasive speech from a legenday prodigical teacher in the Ku Klux Klan Blutorworp University(KBU).

'I want to go to the library!' said Godilocks with such a cute expensive-pitched voice followed by cute gestures or rather just plainly acting cute. Melody responded to Godilocks cuteness by sounding cute too, but his voice chased away all the birds in the forest and made batman deaf.

Then, Melody a.k.a Justin Timberlake whistled to the woods and out came a mousedeer with wheels and pedals on it.

This is my car, a 'Kancil'. I had to go through an amazingly gruelsome and disgusting procedure to change this biological creature into a mechanical moving creature. Would you like to drive my Kancil to the library in the woods?

Well Godilocks agreed to drive the biological mechanical sympathatic kancil. Let's have a peek into Godilocks's mind:-

It has been a real long time since I sat on a moving thing. I've even forgotten how to start the engine. Melody was beside me. "It's written there," he said. So i saw the knob, "Hmm..", and i flicked it to the left, held it awhile, and the engine roared to life. Not bad.

Okay so there is a car in front of me. So i must... reverse? Which is the clutch? The left one. Hmm.. yes. Hold on. Which is the brake? This? My right leg was on the most right pedal. Wait, that's the 'oil', the middle one is the brake... right?

"Yes...", Melody nodded boringly.

Okay! So this is the brake, this is the accelerator, the clutch. First gear, no, wait, reverse gear, let's go!

The car slid back, slowly. Okay! Now to stop it....

Vvrroooomm!!

"BRAKE!! Faster brake!", Melody screamed shouted and sang. The machine was uncontrollable! It was moving back, so quickly! Blood drained from my face. Melody, noticing it, swiftly pulled the hand-brake straight up. The car came to a halt.

We looked back. It was only inches away from the three blind mice. I laughed.

"Oops, sorry! It was supposed to be the middle pedal.." I stuck my tongue out.

However, suddenly the car slid back and the 3 blind mice were squashed into licorice bootlaces. Melody suffered tears of anguish and started to sing to Godilocks

Its too late to apologize...It's too late...ooh ooh ooh, It's too late to apologize....It's too late.

Then, both of them looked behind them and there was a building behind them. The building looks cosy and looks like a library. So Melody wished Godilocks goodbye and wished her well in her studies. Godilocks walks into the house, and asks if anybody is home. Little did she know that the 3 bears went out jogging in the morning to lose fat as the Gingerbread man said that the bear's arms looked like tofu. Those words pierced the hearts of the Bear family smashing their image into pieces.

She then saw a rack of books in the living room. The first book she took out was entitled "The Smelly Economy of the woods". Aparrently the author's name was Eww. Disgusted at the book, Godilocks took out another book entitled "Lions are from Mars, Lioness are from Venus". Godilocks learnt that one should never call an angry expensive passenger in the car a Lioness. Godilocks likes the third book alot. It is entitled "The wonders of Sarawak".

After reading for about 2hours, she decided to rest. So Godilocks went to the bedroom upstairs. There were 3 beds in the bedroom. One bed looked very hard, another very fluffy and the last one looked like it's for a kid. Well, I am sure most of us jump onto our beds when we want to go to sleep. Godilocks did the same on the first bed and she broke her spine because the bed was made of concrete. So she went to the second bed. She jumped on the bed and bounced straight to the ceiling and made a hole in the roof because the bed was very springy. At last, Godilocks went to the third bed and slept comfortably.

While Godilocks was sleeping the Bears came back from their jogging. They were surprised to find their front door open. (Before I continue with my story, let me introduce three bears) The first bear is Papa Bear. Papa bear dyed his fur on his head yellow colour and is very particular with the tidyness of his bed. If some 'Tom, Dick, or Harry' were to sit on Papa Bear's bed, Papa Bear would grate, shred, stew, roast, steam, boil and lastly double boil, that person with ginseng. One of Papa Bear's victims is the Joker. Next, I would like to introduce Mama Bear. Mama bear can speak German and likes football very much. However, Mama bear has one big problem. Mama bear is often being chased by ninja turtle and is always on the run. But Mama Bear is a very nice bear. The last bear is Babe Bear. Babe Bear is very cute, but often gets into trouble. The fur on his head is lighter in colour than the other parts of his fur because he washes his hair in the washing machine. But his voice is very much complimented by lots of teachers!

So, as the 3 bears went into the house they were very cautious. But Babe Bear went up to the room to change. As he went to the room, he saw Godilocks sleeping on his bed! Being very furious, he straight away accused Godilocks of juvenile delinquency and sexual harassment because Snow White, his Physics teacher taught him to do so. Godilocks was very surprised by the shock and woke up from her dream. Mis Haras, Godilocks mother is calling Godilocks for breakfast. So Godilocks dressed up,packed her bag and drove her Proton Wira to college for her afternoon class.

How does LUST kill?

I heard this from a great person I respect on how lust will kill us in the midst of our own enjoyment without us realizing it. This topic will be uncomfortable for some of us, but we need to set our heart on right things to enjoy the fullest of life.

My friend related lust to how the Eskimos killed wolves in the cold regions. Firstly, the hunters would dip a hunting knife into a pail of blood. They would then let the blood freeze on the knife and later deep the knife back into the blood to create another layer of blood on the knife. They would repeat the process until the layer of blood covers the dangerous looking knife makingthe hunting knife into an attractive smelling blood ice-cream.

Then, the hunters would poke the blood ice-cream into the snow leaving the attractive red part sticking out and contrasting with the white snow while the hunters themselves would find a place to hide. Moments later, the wolf would be attracted to the smell of the blood and would go over to the blood ice-cream. The wolf would have a first lick on the ice-cream and would obviously want more with such high 'marginal utility' for more blood ( I got to thank Miss Jesrina for teaching me that term). Hence, the wolf would continue to lick the blood until the layer of blood gradually gets thinner and closer to the blade of the knife.

After the wolf has finished licking off the blood on the knife, the wolf would continue to lick the knife to enjoy more blood without realizing that the wolf is drinking it's own blood by cutting it's own tongue by the blades of the hunting knife. As time passes, the wolf would feel weak as the wolf has lost a great deal of blood and would finally drop to the snow. The hunter would then come out from his hiding place and with one stab on the wolf with a spear, the wolf would die.

That is how lust would kill us, it kills us in our own enticement and enjoyment and our nature of wanting more. Please beware of the dangers of lust as it will kill us without us realizing.

Exploring the Orchard (Dusun) of Experiences

Ah, its been a very long time since I last blogged. Nicky arr...why are you so lazy? You should be preparing for your economics test instead of blogging! Nevertheless, I shall blog about my experience of the Summer Camp recently in the buds of May!

Some things just surprised me in the summer camp. Firstly, this is the first summer camp where I managed to shower at least 3 times a day! And the water was....REFRESHING and as what Sarah mentioned, it's COLD!!! Luckily I did not find a black squirmy thing on my body. Cheers!!! Besides, I somehow felt that the water from our water taps were from the streams we crossed during the jungle trekking that were contaminated by our MUDDY SHOES!!! EWWW!(Not Eu).

Another thing that caught my attention were hidden ardour and eagerness by our friends. During the Explorace on the last day of Summer camp, many of us were running up and down the hill to complete the tasks. I bet many of us wished to flatten that exasperating hill. But what caught my attention were my friends like Poh Hui and Ainin who were still running up and everywhere during the game, showing passion and excitement eventhough they were exhausted! Even Woei Song can testify he was surprised that Miss Poh Hui was so cooperative and full of energy during the Explorace!

The one thing I treasured most during this camp was FRIENDSHIPS!!! I got to know loads of new friends from the other classed like Rahimi, Aya, Fadli, Afif, and many more. It's not an everyday thing where friends can get together to play cards, chat, laugh until the wee hours in the morning and to play pranks on others. It is also in camps where people show their reactions and emotions in times of stress like in the hanging bridge and jungle trekking. Otherwise, friends like Gary showed a great deal of kindness and helpfulness in the camp. Keep it up Gary!

I also enjoyed the togetherness and cooperation by the camp committees in the camp and also the lecturers. Miss Effa is super duper fun to 'kacau'! I also want to thank the committees and the lecturers for thier efforts and willingness to keep the camp running smoothly despite being pushed to the limits of not having enough sleep or being greatly irritated by insects. Not to forget, a great round of applause of thanks to Mr Al!

Lastly, I really enjoyed the mornings where I was able to spend time with God in nature. Somehow, God's presence is real in nature, probably because there are less distractions. I enjoyed the times of prayers and praises I had with God! It was AMAZING!

To wrap things up, this Summer Camp was exhuasting but enjoyable. I truly want to thank everyone for being such a sport and a blessing in this Summer Camp. Keep the summer in our lives going on as studies suck out our joy in life, worst than leeches. Hehe. God Bless!!

More Than Just Friendship?

I was having a chat with our dear friend Chan Ji Hong and I asked him a question..

"What is your opinion when one person is beginning to dislike his or her friend because one knows too much about the friend and is very close to the friend?

To me, Chan gave a very wise answer. He said that is the testing point of the friendship that one has developed. It is whether both of them will continue to be friends despite each others short-comings and differences. That point of friendship will also determine if both of them are really just good friends or a friendship that has developed into brotherhood and sisterhood where both of them will still encourage each other in times of difficulties and misunderstandings.

For me, I place great importance on friendship as it is a very special gift in our lives that one cannot take for granted. Personally, I will treasure friendships throughout my life. Cheers!

A rainy day

As the tears of Heaven fills the earth, puddles of water depict the presence of a rainy day. Frightening flashes of lightning accompanied by the sounds of a rolling thunder fills the sky causing the branches of trees to sway fearfully yet forcefully directed by the power of nature. Only innocent little creatures hidden in the depths of the drain croak with glee.

But, in the heart of B606,lies a pair of pure Reebok shoes, anxiously worrying about its cleanliness of abstaining itself from the dirt of the earth, having to bravely go through unhygenic puddles of water to protect sensitive and dainty Sarawakian feet. But, the Reebok shoes knows very well that the master will wipe off every stain that brings a sore to the eyes of the master, unlike some souls who do not know how to treasure precious white Nike shoes.... :)

A Shoulder to Cry On

Another day has gone,
and you're still all alone.
Deep in your mind,
How could this be?
That no one's here with me.

When you're feeling sad, your heart gets colder.

Your hero never comes to you, when the days are getting hard for you.
You need someone when you're feeling low,
You call your friends, but nobody's home.

Nobody wants to be the last one there,
Cos everyone wants to be like someone cares.
There got to be somebody for me like that!
Everyone wants to know they're not alone.

Your can run away,
But you can't hide through a storm and a lonely night,

Brothers and Sisters,
You know what,
The best things in life,
THEY ARE FREE.
There is someone that says
"If you want to cry, cry on my shoulder"
He can show you what real love can do,
saying,

"I promise you, I will never hide,
I will always stay here by your side"

Investment

When I say investment, what is the first thing that comes into your mind? Do you think of investment in economic terms? Well, there are many things in our lives that we can invest in. However, the investment that I would like to stress on today is investment in people’s lives.


I decided to blog about this since my pastor was preaching about living 2009 with no regrets. One of his points was to actually invest your life in others to see them come to know Christ of grow in Christ. In other words, take a step of faith to share the love of God with my friends. It really captured my attention since I find joy by putting joy into others.


My church leaders from ECFD really portray themselves as good Christian leaders. I am truly touched by their commitment to fetch my friends and I to church every week, to check how things are, pray for us when we are having exams, bring us out for meals and many other blessings. They really need a humble heart for God to just spend time with my KBU friends despite their busy schedule and the petrol cost to drive us around.


Overall, I plan to be like them, to actually reach out to people around us that seems alright on the outside but may be hurt on the inside. I want to share the great love that I experienced from above to all my friends around me because I feel that is one of God’s calling for me in KBU. BUT…the biggest obstacle that I must conquer is my LAZINESS! Haha. God Bless and have a great week ahead!

Chinese New Year Eve

Mr D, our beloved English lecturer told my class that a post in our weekly post has to be at least 5 paragraphs of words. Therefore, for this post, I will post mainly pictures and not words as ' a picture speaks a thousand words'. As I post more than 5 pictures, I will surely surpass the word limit for my post!Yipee!

I will be describing the pictures of Chinese New Year Eve that I have posted...



Ladies and gentlemen..this is a picture of Nicholas Eu cleaning his house fan so that visitors will not get choked of dust during their visit to his home.



Nicholas was one of the main chef's of CNY eve's dinner. In this picture, he is adding liquid flour into beef to make the gravy thick and starchy.


TADA!! Nicholas's whole family is enjoying the annual CNY dinner! Please note that although Nicholas cooked most of the pictues, nobody suffered from diarrhoea..


Up next, I would like to show you a spetacular display of fireworks in the land of the Cats




Deep inside the heart of Nicholas, lies a passion to light up some fireworks, and by God's grace, it came true.



The fireworks shooting up!!ZOOP ZOOOP ZOOP!!!


As the saying goes, all good things come to an end. All the fireworks were blown up and Little Nicky was left dissatisfied and disappointed on a Kaboom-ing Chinese New Year.

Well, that's all for now. KBU AUSMAT life, here I come after a great CNY!I hope I can survive for the rest of the year!!!

Hello blog! I am so sorry that I have not updated you, merely because I am a lazy Sarawakian who does not know how to express thoughts into words..unlike some people, who have God given talent to do so. I need to say my sincere aplogies to Mr D because of my uneffeincy of updating my blog.

Anyway, I was thinking very hard and praying at the same time on what topic should I blog about. Finally...(with sounds of a magnificent, glorious and grand opening), the glimpse into Nicky's mind today would be about:-

CHINESE NEW YEAR

Well, I decided that it would be terribly unfair for Mr D to celebrate Chinese New Year away from his hometown. So, the least I can do is to sparkle up his CNY mood by sharing some thoughts of mine about CNY. However, I would really want to apologise again if reading my blog would cause Mr D to draw away more from a CNY mood, probably because of my randomness and like I said before, my inability to express.

Have your ever wondered how a Sarawakian would celebrate CNY? Well, Sarawakians would decapitate people and scrap out the innards of the head to make room for candles. The CNY head lanterns would then be hung on the ceiling as a symbol of prosperity. Then, Sarawakians would splash the blood of the corpse all over the wall to make red designs to invite good luck into the house. The bones would be made into noodle strips and those that eat alot of Sarawakian noodles would get a disease called Sarawatitis (I pity those readers who cannot stand the horrible and disgusting description I am giving). Actually, the only Sarawakian that would celebrate CNY like what I have described would be a Sarawakian by the name of N****L*S E*.

Let's get real and simple now. Below are some of my likes and dislikes about celebrating CNY. There are all together 8 of my likes and dislikes about CNY ( 8 is a lucky number isn't it?)

LIKES

1) FOOD
There are some delicacies that appear once a year only, and that time would be CNY! Mouth-watering delicacies like 'Mee Sua' and others that are not 'halal' in which I am not able to say would carve a smile in my heart and of course, my tummy! It is really a time where I can savour good chinese home-cooked cooking.

2) VISITATIONS

Usually on CNY my family would visit around 8 houses per day. However, when my secondary schoolmates go for visitation on the third day, we would do a CNY marathon, where we would visit roughly 20 houses a day. We would start our jouney from 8am to 2am the next day. It will be a very tiring day but trust me, it is fun!!

3) ANG POW

It is great joy for me to receive ang pow from friends and relavites and at the end of the say, I usually say a prayer of thanks for God to bless them in their lives. How much I get each year is private and confidential. Hehe.

4) FIRECRAKERS

My friends and I would basically explode everyting we see from oranges to dustbins and empty firework boxes. Luckily, I am still alive.

DISLIKES

1) CLEANING UP THE HOUSE

Some of you may be wondering why can't I fly back to Sarawak on Friday instead of a Thursday. Well, I think my dad wants me to help him clean up the house to prepare for CNY of course.

2) MY DOG WILL BE SCARED OF FIREWORKS

In my opinion, the one time of the year that my dog hates will be CNY. There will be fireworks and firecrakers bursting and shooting everywhere and being a dog, I can understand that my dog is scared of loud noises because he will not be able to cover his ears with his paws.

3) HOMEWORK

I think everyone will understand what I mean by this. So it is redundant for me to elaborate on this point.

4) BEING A 'BANANA'

For me to be a chinese that cannot converse in mandarin or in any other chinese dialect, I sometimes feel left out in conversations in my family and friends.

Well, this is all I have got to share about my CNY celebration every year. Ultimately, my Chinese New Year celebration would still be focused on being close to God as Chinese New Year without the presence of God is not Chinese New Year for me!!

HAVE A BLESSED CHINESE NEW YEAR HOLIDAY EVERYONE!!!FGFDERGGGG

My Artzy Futzy Study Habit

Shalom! First and foremost, I would like to stress that I have no experience in this alien world of blogging as it is a boggle for me to enter this world of blogging. Therefore, I urge you brothers and sisters,

PLEASE DO NOT EXPECT TOO MUCH FROM MY BLOG

and if you fall asleep, you are forgiven. (chuckles) :p

Everyone seems to be at a craze to blog, including my English lecturer who requires me to blog as part of my assessment. This is not an irony nor do I imply any subtle meanings in my previous sentence. Looks like I will have to enjoy blogging and I hope to be pumped up in exploring this trendy world of blogging! I will try to keep my blog in line with Mr. Derick's phrase of the year which is "Keep it simple, keep it real". Cheers!

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Sorry for the long introduction. I shall now describe my study habit for my lecturer to have a glimpse into my unique art of life.

Throughout my six months of studying in KBU, the place where I find is the best for me to study is none other than the only room in 'Centrepoint' that is inhibited by a Sarawakian - My very own room! It does not sound convincing to you does it? Well, let me patronize you, as quoted from my English lecturer.

The reason why I choose my room as the best place to study will be an ubiquitous answer, that is my room has all the study materials I need (text books, reference books, files and dictionaries). I can conveniently take the study materials I need from my shelves and study them rather than having to bring all the study materials I need to the library or to an eating outlet like McDonald's or Starbucks. The second reason of choosing my room as my favourite study location is because the atmosphere in my room is as peaceful as the nature in the hidden paradise of Borneo. ( I wonder if my simile is valid). Unlike the atmosphere in student houses which is always joyful and cheerful, I am able to concentrate fully in my studies because my environment is pretty silent.

However, eventhough my room is quiet, I usually struggle to overcome the 'enemy' of distraction. There are countless things in my room that can distract me from studying effectively. I would like to share one of my enemies with you as this enemy of mine is like 'sheep under wolf's clothings' and can be related to 'sleep under soft clothings'. This enemy of mine is none other than my BED! It does not take long for my bed to seduce me to lie on it's soft mattress and when I am engrossed with the comfort of my bed, I doze off to sleep and abandon my studies for the night. Sheesh...sickening..

I personally find it very effective for me to pray to my omnipresent, omnipotent, and omniscient God before i embark on my journey of studying for the night. Once I have prayed, I somehow feel peace reigning over my mind so that I can study effectively with great understanding of concepts and I will be able to recall alot of facts that I have memorised. So usually, I will advice my friends to pray before they study. God should be the centre of our lives in everything we do. Can i get some agreement with what i have just said?

In conclusion, this is a brief overview of my study habits. I have written more than 5 paragraphs and it will be enough for my lecturer to enjoy. Before I forget, you are welcome to comment anything in my blog as long it is of no vulgur of filthy language. Keep my blog clean please! Thank you for your time to read my blog and God Bless!