I live in a small housing area with very few houses in it.Recently there was a big housing project that came right bside our housing area.At first,it was just a typical project with minimized disturbance to us but as time went on they started the piling work.They smashed the pillars onto the soil with heavy duty machines used to build monster buildings.This started causing cracks in all of our houses.Who knows what it did to the soil underground.I mean,earth movement is the most unpredictable thing and a very dangerous thing.The cracks were major.This nt only damaged our property but is a potential life threataning situation.

What happened then was,everyone in the housing area gathered and decided to go to MDM (Majlis Daerah Manjung) to actually  to rectify this matter.Even that didnt stop the contractor who i refer to as the “Rich Guy”. Drastic measures were then taken. The Perak Menteri Besar was informed and he showed up yesterday mornin.A very humble and cool person considerin his status.We escorted him to the construction site and the RIch Guy was there.Even before the MB started talkin,the Rich Guy spoke in a harsh tone with no respect what so ever.He said ” u dont stop my work,i’ll put it in black n white n i’ll pay compensation bt dt u dare stop my work”.How rude is that?  He’s the MB for gods sake.The MB told him to just put in black and white and the MB assured us he’ll solve this for us.IM sure hoping so.

SPM trials is nearing and im far from prepared.So many subjects to cover yet so less time. Extra effort is definitely conducive for a satisfactory results but effort is something that im a million miles away from.This tight situation makes me wana go back in time with the same knowledge i possess now.Im sure many of us think the same when times like this come around.I must admit im feeling a little bit dubious over my own ability at the moment because im unable to capture most of the things my teachers are conveying to me.My parents are expecting me to gratify them with good results but at the rate that im moving,it seems to be a tough task but im still confident i can do it no matter what.

The idea of a time machine that takes me back in time with the same knowledge i have now acts as a convincer when im feeling depressed.Wouldn’t it be great if that machine really exists? I could actually go back in time with knowledge I already have and learn the same things again.My understanding on the particular subject would be immense! I could even be the top student…NICE!

When i come to think of it,a time machine could be redundant if i just do it the old fashoin way….STUDY!! Studyin is something that i wouldnt do volunterily but its something that i have to do in order to reach the top!

Yesterday was one of those days where anything i did went wrong.I was really down.I had no drive,motivation what so ever.I seriously felt irritated and frustrated.Even when i was in class,i wasnt able to understand much due to my “unconvincing” situation.It made more frustrated. This may sound a little exsagerated  but i felt like i was giving up on my self.When i woke up this morning , the frustration took a hangover.I was still angry and uneasy.Thats when i sat down and read what i like to call a spirit reviving story. It sure helped me. So i decided to post the story on my blog to help anyone else who is undergoing what i went through yesterday.

The story is called GOLD MEDAL WINNER. Hope you guys gain something from the story.I know i did!

Heres the story:

GOLD-MEDAL WINNER

I spoke at a middle school in the spring of 1995. When the program was over, the principal asked me if I would pay a visit to a special student. An illness had kept the boy home, but he had expressed an interest in meeting me, and the principal knew it would mean a great deal to him. I agreed.

During the nine-mile drive to his home, I found out some things about Matthew. He had muscular dystrophy. When he was born, the doctors told his parents that he would not live to see 5, then they were told he would not make it to 10. He was 13 and from what I was told, a real fighter. He wanted to meet me because I was a gold-medal power lifter, and I knew about overcoming ob­stacles and going for your dreams.

I spent over an hour talking to Matthew. Never once did   he complain or ask, “Why me?” He spoke about winning and succeeding and going for his dreams. Obviously, he knew what he was talking about. He didn’t mention that his classmates had made fun of him because he was differ­ent; he just talked about his hopes for the future, and how one day he wanted to lift weights with me.

When we finished talking, I went into my briefcase and pulled out the first gold medal I won for power lifting and put it around his neck. I told him he was more of a win­ner and knew more about success and overcoming ob­stacles than I ever would. He looked at it for a moment, then took it off and handed it back to me. He said, “Rick, you are a champion. You earned that medal. Someday, when I get to the Olympics and win my gold medal, I will show it to you.”

Last summer I received a letter from Matthew’s parents telling me that Matthew had passed away. They wanted me to have a letter he had written to me a few days before.

Dear Rick,

My mom said I should send you a thank-you letter for the neat picture you sent me. I also wanted to let you know that the doctors tell me I don’t have long to live anymore. It is getting very hard for me to breathe and I get tired very easy, but I still smile as much as I can. I know that I will never be as strong as you and I know we will never get to lift weights together.

I told you someday I was going to go to the Olympics and win a gold medal. I know now I will never get to do that. But I know I am a champion, and God knows that too. He knows I am not a quitter, and when I get to heaven, God will give me my gold medal, and when you get there, I will show it to you. Thanks for loving me.

Your Friend, Matthew

Mathew was a fighter….Why cant we be fighters?

Let us fight until the end!

God Bless!

I’ve always wondered what do they see in the so call masterpieces.They look pretty ugly to me.

They dont impress  at all.In fact i was very impressed when i saw pre school childrens drawing and coloring but these masterpieces just fail to impress me. They are worth millions of dollars . Some paintings cause the same as two Ferraris would. Call me blind but i just dont see anything special.They say its worth what it is because of its “sentimental value”.Well i obviously dont get that value.Look at that painting i’ve displayed and try to find anything special about it.I cant!!

lets see if u can…

and just for your info,the painting costs millions.A man screaming, even i can draw that . And i bet you i can definitely paint neater than that.

Take a look at this painting.Its worth almost the same as the first one is.It looks worse  than a painting i did a few years back.Whats so special about the painting??

If anyone could actually explain to me what exactly makes this paintings so special,i would appreciate it alot.

If u ask me,i would say these people are trying to create a gimic to make all of us think that there is a hidden value behind these paintings that only experts can see.

piece of crap!

I’ve gota admit,one of the most adventures times of my life was during my drivin lesson with a dream of taking my drivers lisence.Fortunately i got it and i was blazing in happiness.The whole experience was a life changing one.It had its pros and cons,but there were definitely more cons than there were pros.Imagine being asked to drive on your own on the”bukit”(a discipline in the driving school) on your very first day !!! And i didnt have any any sought of driving experience before the lesson.The instructor gave me a few instructions like ” mula- mula lepas clutch lahan lahan,lepas tu bila sampai kat atas tekan clutch dan tekan brek atas petak kuning”……than he went like ” lepas tu,keluarkan kepala ikut cermin dan cek sama ada tayar dalam kotak kuning atau tidak….kalau dalam kotak tarik handbrake dan angkat tangan”……u think that was bad instructions for a first timer….wait till u hear this….than he said”lepas angkat tangan,lepas clutch lahan lahan,tekan minyak lahan lahan dan bila awak terasa kereta nak bergerak lepaskan handbrake dan kereta akan bergerak ke bawah”……..i mean…..have some mercy man….it was my freakin first time!!!! how could u expect a first timer to catch all those stuff….and so i embraced myself and proudly said….”encik…..saya tak faham langsung”….then he suddenly became a genius and decided to demonstrate…..lame….how lazy could the instructor be??? And he had the dumbest excuse….”saya ingat lelaki pandai bawak kereta”….insanity….

I some how managed to complete my 10 hour lesson includin the bukit….which i was flunking by getting the car to reverse all the time…..but i aced it during the final days of my lessons….and than came the test day….there were 75 other candidates waitin to sit for their tests…..and guess what…..i was the third one to do the bukit test….i aced it…..with only one problem….i forgot to release my hand break!!!dumbness at its pick perhaps….luck was with me that day…the jpj officers were to busy talkin in the small hut on the bukit!!! so they didnt realize…..than i went on to the side parkin test….which i had no problems since day one…..and u gussed….i aced it to….happy me….not knowing whats in store for me next….a moody jpj officer for my jalan raya test!! And things got worse….when it was my turn to drive on road…..it was raining cows and buffalos…….which happens to be heavier than cats and dogs….think about it….a moody officer,heavy rain,a car im not used to and a freakin hard gear!!!! could it get any worse???? But i did better then i expected…but i made a blunder in the end when i am supposed park the car under a shade,and i didnt!!!! the officer started shoutin at me”bodoh,bahlul…..tak pandai park ke???? bodoh….belagak je tau….bangang”…….what can i say???? it was perfect day….but then look at the bright side….i got my lisence….im happy,my instructors happy,my moms happy and the jpj agent isnt…..and i dint give a damn….

One week after receivin my lisence…..i took my dads car out….i wanted to have a hair cut…and i did…. on my way back….i was at a junction and was waitin to take it ……i was waitin for a minute which is realy long bcoz trafic was quite busy that day,and so i turned impatient and decide to teke the on the junction….without considerin a motor which i thought was kinda far …..it proved that i had a bad sense of estimation….as i took the junction….the motor did not have enough time to avoid my car and bang!!!!! A grasshoper hit me……OF CORZ NOT!!!!! the motorist hit me…. i was terrified….but the whole thing was settled….dad had to pay for the guys bike and also the car….cost him almost Rm 3 k…..yea thats alot….ACCIDENTS HAPPEN MATES!!!!!

In my opinion,one of the most obvious problems we non Malays of Malaysia face is the injustice shown by the government in choosing candidates to be given an educational loan as i have explained very briefly in my first post. Students with more amount of A’s should be given priority when being picked for scholarship but our beloved country prioritises race instead of qualifications which is really unacceptable for a country of our standards.

Malays with only five or six A’s maximum are given importance to receive full scholarships while non Malays with 11A’s or 12A’s are denied an opportunity to receive these loans which they definitely deserve the aid more than the Malays do.I may seem a little bit tilted to racism when i make this remark but i am talking with facts.This problem has been going on for quite some time but no one has actually stepped forward and voice out.We have non Malay ministers to voice out but they seem to busy making money and comparing damaged structures to an old lady….such disgrace!!

Malays are given all the privillage in this country from reduced house price and they get special rates for a lot of things out there today…..but all im saying is dont mess with the non malays life….education is life these days…..and the government is messing with our lifes…..and i aint happy with it!!!!

Speaking of education,have u guys realised that for every big public examination such as upsr ,pmr and spm, there are columns which contains the religion and the race of the candidate who takes the examination…and have u guys ever wondered why???? the answer is a lil bit obvious isnt it….again the bumiputras and putris are given privillage….ridiculus……

what i am tryin to say here is….malays are people who cannot survive unless they are given privillages…thats kinda harsh but its true….most of the malays are like that….i have a lot of malay friends and they are all cool…but most of the other malays out there are not as innovative and classy!!!!!! so all i can say is…….GOD SAVE MALAYSIA!!!!!