I Want Them All...!!!

I used to want so much. I want my life to be productive. I want myself to be useful. I want to go through every reading material before lectures. I want to pay full attention in lectures. I want to revise every time after lectures. I want to be active in club activities. I want to make more friends. I want to read a plenty of books. I want to exercise. I want to try out every restaurant in Melbourne. I want to get a job. I want to start a diary.

I want to do all I want. I want I can want what I want to want. I want this not to be just another dream...

New Things In My Life

I have tried so many new things I had always wanted to try lately! Although the cash flows like a running stream, it is worth it. I have never pictured myself sitting in one of those orchestra hall and listening to glass breaking high pitch voice. Somehow, I did.

The concert was super fantastic and the hall was phenomenal. I am glad I got the chance to see it for the last time before the renovation the starts tomorrow to Hamer Hall, named after some Hamer guy. Despite the fact that I purchased the ticket blinded, I enjoyed the show very much as other seniors (I strongly believe that I was the youngest audience among the crowd of full house). The concert was not as unfamiliar as I thought it would be. They performed several songs that are in my playlist. I was most excited to find out that one of the performers was going to sing 'Sway' by Michael Buble. It was a magnificent breathtaking performance (I still prefer the original version though...) and I have to say they broke a leg, or two. The concert was ended perfectly with a sing along, 'Time To Say Goodbye' by all the singers and the girls choir. It was very scenic when people started throwing ribbons at the performing stage. I would have said it is too drama-like if I was not there. But no doubt, they deserve the applause. To highlight the night, I had 'Fries Of The Lord' and Spanish doughnuts coupled with a sheer freezing coke in a violently chilling night.

Let's talk something ongoing. My job hunt. I thought the person in charge is called Gab as in Gabriel, but his name turns out to be Gav as in Gavin. I had in my desire to succeed the interview with a blast, but I guess I blew it after all, with a non-impressing resume and noncontinuous flow of speech. However, I'm glad I did it, with no regret... (trying to console myself...)

Two Things I Like About Today

There are two things that make my life today. Firstly, the twenty dollars all you can eat style buffet at Kitchen Workshop. It surely was the best buffet I had so far. The fore-meals, main courses, and fine desserts had given me the strong perception that Melbourne has the best food choice ever and no man ever walked on this planet could deny it. The pastas, fish fillets, French onion soups, mashed potatoes, teppanyakies, jellies, brownies, sundaes, prawns, hams... and so so much that you would find it hard to memorize them like those Medicines In Profile I have to memorize. And yes, all plurals. Of course I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to release the carnivorous beast that resides within me for a taste of those scrumptious and drool synthesizing dishes served! The reason I'm saying this is because meat is what makes it worth it the most. The teppanyaki veges and the salads are just much less appetizing and obsessive.

Oh yea, the second thing that makes my life today is a call from Gab. I thought the resume that I handed over would not make it to the person in charge or deserve a glance from him! But hey, I'm wrong. He called me this morning to let me know that he is indeed hiring a part-timer and would like me to go over and talk on this Sunday. Life is good isn't it? Of course I wouldn't embrace so much hopes for this uncertainty just in case of a further disappointment. But this is definitely an improvement, a change. For me, this is an acknowledgement of my effort yesterday. Cheers!

Job Hunt

Believe those who say getting a job in city ain't easy, because it is not easy.

I chose to walk-in-interview because I believe that taking initiative is a valuable virtue that any employers would appreciate. It sure takes a lot of guts to put that stupid and heavy step across the entrance and ask for a job. Especially when you do not have the slightest idea if a vacancy is available. I was so convinced that my ability to construct a sentence would be inhibited if I have to encountered a real-life pharmacist. Although that was not the case, I'm sure I had the most desire to escape that awkward confrontation.

I'm proud of myself. Despite the fact that I did only two out of five of my expectation. But I did get my ass in an unknown foreign pharmacy and repeat the same old sentence I have been practicing :"I'm just wondering if you have any vacancies for student pharmacist?" Obviously, as I would have expected, it didn't work out. I didn't get a job out of that effort, and I'm still slacking off like I did every past holiday. I am so fucked up. For the first time in my petty little life, I feel like I am one of those Americans who contributes nothing but to the elevated carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.

Melancholies Again...

Finally some mood for blogging. Actually is just too boring to do anything else, so blogging is the only thing to kill time. So... what's the topic for today?

Let's talk about me staying alone. One day, someone told me you have got to stop staying alone. And the next day, magically, I was told to have someone moving in with me. Okay... That is so not okay!

I have been so comfortable staying alone in a sophisticated and spacious room. After my ex-roommate moved out, I have come to realize that having my own room is something so precious! Maybe I had realized this pretty late because all my life, I have been occupying a room by myself (except for a year in INTEC). Now that I have to share MY bathroom, MY wardrobe, MY everything in the room, this ain't easy for me.

Another huge concern is that this new roommate of mine is a PhD student! Which means there is a really huge gap between our age, area of interests, and topics of conversation. I know this is going to turn out very awkward, I know. What would a preacher say if I go to one? Maybe he will say let the misfortune that falls upon you be no burden to your life (just trying to think positive). Well, it's not the end of the world, let's see how it will go. God bless me...

Let's B.I.T.C.H

Some people are just as annoying as those little obnoxious cockroaches that you work your ass off to avoid them but they still show up and throw you a sense of failure aren't they? Well, guess what? I have been there, I know this just well.

What about taking a fair stand? I really can't remember which dude told me to see the good things about those you hate, because my eyes are blinded by the hatred I have. Well, honestly? I don't think so. I don't know what fuck up shit is he made of, his presence alone disgusts me to the bones! Hey! I don't like you! Say something smart! (Just some random quote I learned from Madea...)

Phew... this is what's so interesting about blog. You can bitch however you like for I care. Hola bloggers, let's bitch!

Old Habit

There are a lot of things I want to do in my life. I want to learn one or two martial arts before I end up in the hand of some thugs. I want to learn piano before someone talk to me about musical recital. I want to buy a decent vest for a function before I graduate. However, financial and opportunistic problems always come in my way. Due to my life experience and attitude which shape me into who I am today, I am a money sensitive guy. As much as I appreciate the way I am, sometimes it is not convenience living with such perception. So, some time ago, I decided to let loose the inconsiderate part of me. In just a month time, this part of me had enjoyed more than what I had done in a year (by done i mean spent). Again, as much as I appreciate this lifestyle, guilt just crept up my shoulder and told me to stop. Well I guess old habit dies hard.

Let's do some accounting (the quote of 'accounting is sexy' suddenly occurred to me).

My rental is 120 dollars per month.
Monthly tram card costs 110 dollars.
7 dollars dinner for a month = 210 dollars.
My post-paid phoning bill is at least 70 dollars.
Other expenditure including breakfast is about 100 dollars per month.

So, this adds up to about 600 dollars! I strongly believe that I spent less than RM430 monthly back in Malaysia. So what changes the figure?

Well, back in Malaysia, there was no rental charge for me. There was also no transportation fee needed. Furthermore, dinner in Shah Alam was only RM3.50. Now I miss Malaysia...

I have to say living on my own is not easy (the expenditure says it all). So I guess it's time to change my own little perception a bit (no unit conversion at the least!) after almost four months here in Melbourne. Maybe that will make me feel better. Cheers!

Punishment

Another one week had gone by since I last wrote a diary. This week had been pretty tough with two practical tests on the same day. However well I had made it through, I know my study had been hanging on a thread. Despite all the promises I made with myself, I always managed to find an excuse to isolate myself from all the hard works that I should have perform a long time ago. Some might say it is always not to late for anything, I believe it is indeed too late for me to start over for the coming exam. Well, I will just have to accomplish those swore that I erected starting next semester. But what about this semester? With the semester exam around the corner, I might as well get myself some antidepressant and tranquilizer. Perhaps some Nifedipine could work for my hypertension (if my memory serves...).

Let's break it down. I was grouping my lecture notes the other day, and found that there are more than one or two lectures that I missed! That might not be able to describe the severity. I couldn't do the Physicochemistry self-assessment starting from the chapter States of Matter! That really freaked me out. I'm not giving up hopes, just not expecting too much from the coming exam. I hate to say I deserve it, but the optimistic me kept on telling me: "It is not too bad. There is always a next time". I wonder if that is the right attitude that I should be having right now, but it helps. Really, it helps, or I might be standing on the cliff right now...

Diary 4

Although it is only about 5.00 pm now, I'm feeling tired as never been before. It has sure been a pretty long day. Blame on the fact that I slept in the afternoon yesterday, I had a restless night. Because of that, I was almost late to lecture this morning. I remember very well that I set my alarm to 6.30 am. However, I woke up at around 7.30 am while I have class at 8.30 am. Despite the drama, I was not late to Paul's lecture. That was his last lecture for us this semester I guess. He didn't leave any ambiguity behind, just like usual. But Ian Crosby... I almost had a stroke!

Elizabeth Yuriev's lecture was pretty short today. So we were dispersed before 12 o'clock. The highlight of the day is what was going to happen after that. Wei Liang's birthday is on Sunday, but the girls had decided to give him a surprise celebration today. My task was to deceive him into having a lunch together at a fancy restaurant before the girls could 'appear out of nowhere' and wish him happy birthday. However, things didn't turn out as planned. They had decided to dine in at a restaurant near Melbourne Bath. The problem was we will have to pay 22 dollars per head for that restaurant. So plan A terminated. Then I suggested to dine in somewhere on Lygon Street because Pei Xian used to tell me that there are several fancy western restaurants on Lygon Street which offer reasonably priced meals. Despite all that, it was rejected because those restaurants will not be able to accommodate all of us at one go. So, plan B terminated. What's our plan C? Well, there is no exact plan C after all... So someone has to make up a mind. I was with Billy, Matthew, and Wei Liang on the tram when I heard the idea of going to Oriental Spoon. Having a conversation with Wei Liang, I thought we could use a real good lunch at Shanghai Dumpling in Chinatown. Having lunch in the city on Friday is not the best thing to do. But if you do, it is expected to dine in some crowdy restaurants and deserve poor services. Honestly, I was a bit disappointed by that restaurant since I have received nothing but compliments regarding Shanghai Dumpling. The noodle I had... sucks.

Okay. Enough being bitchy about the horrific lunch I had, the idea of having lunch together was terrific. I particularly enjoyed the chit chat with the guys together as it is not something we would always be able to do in university. Although the food is not to be proud of, we still had a lovely chocolate cake to put an end to it. The 'cake session' (might be a bit gross, since we didn't have a proper knife) was fabulous.

The funny thing about our topic was the girls said Matthew has bigger chest than my 'untrimmed' chest. That is not true (I had repeated this thousands of time in front of Matt himself).

Although it was pretty much screwed up (no surprise, no candlelight), I enjoyed it a lot. Wei Liang text-ed me saying how much he appreciated the effort after everything. Well, I wonder if that ever was a good one but undoubtedly it was a good day... Haha.

Diary 3

I like Thursday. I always do. Thursday is the day I don't have class at 8.30 am. So again, I was able to spend some time under the blanket before exposing myself to the abusive coldness. Living in Australia has been easy for me. My transition has not been as hard as expected. However, it does change my lifestyle a little bit. I hate bathing in the morning.

On the tram to university, I tried to play sudoku on iPhone. Without surprise, I found it very hard to finish the level which has been easy for me before. Like a novelette, I had too much in my mind. The poor result I discovered yesterday did it's impact on my limbic system. Well, I couldn't help it, but to wait for Mr. Time.

Although I had class at 1 pm, I left room early. Perhaps the poor result had motivated me, I did some reading in the morning. I figure I could left Dan's lecture aside and catch up with Paul's. Then, I revised Yuriev's lecture last Monday hoping that her lecture today would be easy for me.

Despite the fact that I scored my Practical Test with flying colors, I couldn't help (I really couldn't help, don't ask me why am I using 'couldn't help' so frequently) but to compare my poor mid-sem test result with the others. Luckily, Carlo did not appear to have done well for the test too (at least we are on the same boat I guess...).

Like usual, the class was as noisy as ever. However, Elizabeth was able to perform her trick to calm down the whole class. I like her lecture. It is always clear and well presented, but I couldn't help (again...) but to realize how much I have to catch up before the semester test. I paid my attention to her lecture as good as I can because this class is the sole reason I went to university today. After that, I skipped the last two consecutive lectures of PHS (Pharmacy, Health and Society). I hate to say this but David Kong's lecture is boring. And frequently during PHS lecture, there will be a group of uncivilized people who love to 'socialize' among themselves. Before I skipped the class, I accompanied Carlo to Dan's office and borrowed a Physiology textbook from the library. On my way home, I even read several pages of the textbook instead of gaming! That was my first time reading on a tram. But it was terrible for my head.

Anyway. Today has not been too bad after all. I'm looking forward to tomorrow because Adrian promised to take me to 'have a taste' at Victoria Market. Food~~~

Diary 2

It has been another long day. It's Wednesday. I usually hate Wednesday, because I always have an hour lecture in the morning at 8.30 am and another practical lesson at 2.00 pm. However, things are a little bit different today. I skipped the first lecture this morning. Well, the reason is obvious enough. Apart from the fact that I have a really long break between consecutive lessons, I am not fond of the lecturer too. Ian Crosby is a boring man. He always speaks of knowledge out of our attainable level. Compare to the text book, his notes seem far too brief (I have tried to look for a word better describe how I thought about his notes, but this is the best I could come up with). So I stole a piece of morning time to hide under the warmest place ever in my room and dreamed a about some terrible impossibilities.

'I can't remember my fucking dream!' This was what Russel Peter said. Unfortunately for me, there was still a crumble of early morning dream stuck in my head. In my dream, I found Elizabeth Yuriev adds me as friend on Facebook (she is my physicochemistry lecturer). And yeah, that is definitely terrible (for those who had a chance to take a glimpse on her or know her). Well, that was how far the drama went. Okay, time to be realistic.

I consider myself pretty efficient today. I managed to finish the chapter Autonomic Nervous System this morning in the library (though I was suppose to have done it a long time ago) and read the story I downloaded in my iPhone. Then I had a PASS session. PASS session is coordinated by Michael Lee (I don't know his middle name, but I'm pretty sure it starts with 'D'), a third year white Australian student. Michael is always irritated by the quietness in the class. Every time when he is expecting a response, you can see crows flying above his head like those in animation. However, the class was not as awfully quiet as usual. Ken (not very sure if this is his name) was pretty active in the class today. And there was this girl who sat next to me and asked me: 'How do you guys know about this?' It made me so proud that I actually knew more than she did. But I hate it when Ken suddenly interrupted when I was trying to explain to her what I knew. But overall, the class went on pretty well today.

I had an hour break before my Practical Test for the day. The practical test accounted for 10 percent of our total marks. However, I did not do any preparation for it due to the fact that it was an open book test. Wei Han and I had the test together, with Naquib, Dongzhe, Carlo and the others in the same tutorial group. Before the test, we met Joyce in the library. To my surprise, she had the question set copied on a piece of paper from her friend! I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that we were going to have the same set of questions and she didn't mind sharing. Although it was not precisely copied down, I was pretty sure the test wouldn't be a big problem.

Outside the computer lab (we had the exam in computer lab), Wei Han and I were very disappointed by the fact that our invigilator was the Vietnamese Uncle! Just so you know, he was so-dubbed because of his way of speech, accent, and look (though it didn't really matter who was the invigilator). The test consists of 20 questions related to the practicals we have had before. I finished it pretty early, so I ended it early (I suspect that actually everyone was done with the test, just wouldn't leave the room early). Outside the computer lab, I saw Aleisha sitting on the floor playing gameboy (I wonder if Australians love gameboy since I have seen several people playing it). After that, I bumped into Matthew wondering outside the library before his test session. We hugged (more like collided) and chatted like buddies do (though that is not my style at all). Then Carlo and Wei Han joined us after the test. The trio started some Cantonese conversation before Youmi joined us. Well, I almost forgotten that I have homework with Youmi and Wei Han!

The homework was pretty lame... It was as boring as possible. But there was a chaotic moment during that time. Out of nowhere, the news about the mid-sem test result spread all over the library. Some did really well as expected and for me... let's forget about it. We encountered some problems doing the homework, so I sent an e-mail on behalf of my group to Paul White for clarification. I hope he could read my lousy sentence structure and poor grammar. After that, I went home with Wei Liang accompanying me to Victoria Market, where I transit another tram home. Well, I couldn't help but to think of my poor result for mid-sem test on the way home. It had definitely been torturous. However, my positivity eventually overcame the negative. So, it's time for diary again!

Another Long Post

Here I am, writing again. Honestly, I never know I would be writing so much. You can say I'm always bored, because that's the fact. And when I'm bored, I spend time typing.

So... let's see what I have done for the day:

I had an one hour lecture this morning at 8.30 am. The lecture was not dull this morning, maybe it was because of the lecturer or something... I don't know. Then I had a practical almost right after the lecture. Unsurprisingly (as have been told), we were required to do some exercises during the practical (all of them are related to cardiovascular system). That was the interesting part of the day, I mean, at least something out of ordinary. I got to do the beep test (I was actually forced to do it because I was the only guy in the group, and the beep test was the most laborious) and push up. Thanks to Wei Han and Youmi, I felt like amputating my legs after the beep test.

For sure I was not the fittest human being for the beep test, I was not very bad. The test basically involves people (me included) running from one checkpoint to the other after and before preceding beeps. The first girl to give up was Brittany, as I recalled. She made it to the fourth beep. I made it to the level eight of sixth beep. Not bad it sounded though, one of the guys actually made it to twelfth beep. If you can see, I had my jaw sticked to the ground at that time. The push up was pretty simple. Well... I didn't follow the rule: 'push up until exhaustion', but I did thirty in one go... which I consider was acceptable.

After that, the tutor did say something about ATP being broken down to ADP and follow a cascade of transformation that results in adenosine, and that could relax the smooth muscle of blood vessels. Apart from that, all I heard was uh... hmm... oh... Our physiology lecturer did show up eventually. His name is Paul White. I heard something about him from the senior... something that he did with... Duh! I don't really know the whole story actually. A close look at him showed all the brown spots on his skin and his actual age. Well, he is a professor, of course he can't be young anymore.

So the drama goes on to Dan Malone and Youmi Han. Youmi came to me and Wei Han saying that she would like to consult Dan Malone, our physiology lecturer for the topic Nervous System about our previous assessed group exercise. She thought our answer was correct and deserved the two points. Well, I couldn't agree more that the answer was suppose to be right, but two points... Anyway, I agreed to consult Dan during the break. To be frank, I don't have the fancies of meeting lecturer in their office. But I was not upset by this visit. We met Dan somewhere next to the lab with Aleisha and Emily. His room is really small! However small it is, there sat a Dell screen at least 22 inches big. After a while of negotiation, he agreed that we were too hard on. However, he appeared unwilling to change the mark for us. According to him, that 2 points will account for only 0.2 percent to our final score (he calculated this on the spot). Honestly, I didn't expect this to work out anyway. Dan can't really be blamed you know... 0.2? Really? Oh well, it didn't work out even though the three girls pleaded and mentioned the 'possibility of it making us fail'.

The tutorial after that was a indeed very interesting (if you don't get it, I'm trying to be SARCASTIC). The gypsy man wore a beanie today. Like usual, his taste of fashion sucks. He overthrew us with his knowledge of deriving the unknown graph and eventually came to a graph that we have actually seen. I wonder if everyone was able to understand what was he trying to teach in front there, or perhaps nobody did. Well, I really don't know what to say about that hour, but that sure seemed eternity.

Going through everything did not feel like too long, but by reviewing it, I felt like I had done pretty much things!

Maybe I'm addicted to typing. I have been typing longer and longer post. Oh ya, the conclusion. The conclusion is, I still hate Tuesday.

Don't Bother Reading It. Just Some Crappie Irresponsible Notes...

Please forgive me for being philosophical in this post. I had been doing some thinking on how is a person considered responsible. To start such philosophical thought, I started to compare two people: One I admire very much and the other I scorn.

The person I admire is in every aspect, a role model for all. He accomplishes his commitments to anyone he promises with all his mights and wills. No matter is the commitment a great deal or a small fry, it never comes across his mind to disappoint people around him. At least this is what I perceive of him. For this reason, I thought of him as a responsible human being.

On the other hand, the person I hate is just the precise opposite. He, in my memory, failed his commitments to other people who he convinced of his role. When people have paid their faiths in him, he would give up at the eleventh hour. This is what I called irresponsible. And the noun designated would be creature instead of human being.

Now that I have my conclusion, being responsible is not to let people down when they are in faith with you, or in other words, do what you are suppose to do, I began to do what the teaching of Confucius had taught me: mirror myself. Am I being responsible to others who deposited their hope on me (it's not like people would do this... duh...)? Having said that (Simon Cowell's favorite phrase), I started to see mmy own role as a sponsored student. Perhaps the throne has been inherited with ease, the King does not understand how heavy his role is being a ruler. As for me, I am the medium who is responsible to conduct the transfer the best among the best of knowledge, culture and tradition between two populations divided by the ocean. I have been mapping my future too briefly. Now that I have that load on my shoulder, what will my future be? The politicians are very smart you know... They usually have much broader view to see into the future, what is to be and what is not to be. Sometimes when they tell the people to do certain things, it might seem pretty simple and rewarding in short period, there is actually something more up their sleeves! And if you see the way you see, one tiny person bears more than you could ever imagine.

We are always taught to be responsible to others and ourselves, but it ain't simple as it seems. Sometimes, the person telling does not even understand the responsibility others bear! So do not judge a person, a thing, or an incident by merely naked eye observation. Far beyond the visible surface, there is always something we never bother to know.

To Someone Who Refuse To Grow Up.

I thought I wanna keep this blog safe from any offensive post, but I just couldn't help it. I have to say this.

Some people despise the others just because they have better skills than them. For example, this is story anyway, one talked bad about someone else who spoke in British accent to his friend. So you thought that was funny?! People are trying their best to perform what they have learned so that they could do it better you know. If you plan keep on being the way you are, being stagnant, go ahead. But do not mock others for their effort. Poor the Chinese girl who was mocked...

Grow up a bit man... Shame on you!

Talking About Incentives... This Is It!

I used to restrain myself from having unnecessary 'joys'. But now that I think of it, that was idiotic. Money is important, but it is meant to be spent. Although there is always a limit to it, being to extreme on saving is not a good practice to do. So I have decided to reward myself some incentives once a week without giving tension on my financial status. So, the reward for this week is...

Guys, Speak Out!

Today Michael said: 'I heard from my Malaysian friends that Malaysian students don't usually speak out in class'. Well, I couldn't agree with you Mike.

Being an active learner doesn't mean that we have to propose questions or lead to a discussion. Sometimes when everybody knows everything, isn't it a waste of time to do all those things? Secondly, I always thought it is more beneficial to run through a problem in our own minds before seeking out for help. So if we could already figure out the answer by ourselves, is it still necessary to ask? But of course most of the time we do seek for confirmation.

And lastly, Malaysian students do speak out a lot in class. Just not with teacher...

Another Tuesday

I think I'm starting to have a fixed pattern of life now. Wake up in the morning, go to school, feel like skipping class, come back and blog. Well, missing any of these elements might make my day incomplete, so I'll try very hard to keep these processes going on like everyday.

Despite my effort to make my life meaningful, Tuesday is the day that I can't be efficient. You see, my class starts at 8.30 am and ends at 9.30 am, and the next class starts at 3.00 pm. There is technically five and a half hours in between these two classes. So?

Going back is definitely not a good idea. It's too tiring to travel three quarters of an hour way home and another three quarters of an hour for class. Where else to go? Library. Here is a list of my activities in library:

1 - Facebooking
2 - Youtubing
3 - Chatting
4 - Stalking
5 - Wondering
6 - Daydreaming
7 - Gaming
8 - Listening to songs (iPhone is damn cool...)
9 - Chocolating (Once in a while)

Notice anything missing? Exactly. There is nothing relevant to my study or educational.

It's yet another Tuesday...

I Have A New Crush...

I wonder if this is considered normal... but sometimes I do feel like not myself all of a sudden. It takes basically nothing to bring my mood down to the ground. For example, I was so passionate in studying this morning just for a small test. I went through the notes given, textbook, and Wikipedia without much pain. Usually, flipping through a magazine is excruciating for me. However, after all that, I turned on the moody mode with no apparent reason. Well, I had no control over it.

So I figured that this could not persist. But what can I do to cure the incurable? Since the lecturer mentioned something about to act or not to act, I think it was the time for me to do something about it. Simple enough, I went groceries shopping. Unlike usual groceries shopping, I bought mostly snacks. Snacks do really help me to boost my feeling. Scientifically speaking, I think it is related to the sugar thing bla bla bla.... Or maybe it helps me psychologically. To help myself, I bought some chips and 'some' chocolates. Well, I just can't hold myself back in big sale...

I love you all... I mean the things in picture.

PhD?

Funny thing yesterday was a PhD student told me something that I have been reading from a book, though the presentation was a little bit different. He said being a PhD student is somewhat different from a bachelor degree student. There is no one to compete with and no one to prove your progress in the course because PhD means it is basically all up to yourself to decide what kind of knowledge and information you want to research obtain or research further. And there is a very wide range of knowledge in a specific field that you can take into account. Hence, there is a low possibility that two students could be doing the same research. What drew my interest was the fact that for PhD student, it is really 'all up to you'. There is no pre-arranged tutorials or lectures that you will have to attend. How cool is that?

However, the funniest thought was: What about taking a PhD course after this?

It is hard to say that I would actually enroll in one of them in future time but my instantaneous thought was...

Over My Dead Body!

Ain't No Sunshine When You Wake Up Late

Waking up in the morning is definitely a pleasant thing to do. Of course the reason for this has nothing to do with the cliche health talk bla bla bla... Personally speaking, I enjoy very much to wake up early in the morning just to immerse myself in the harmless sunshine. This feeling has been strengthened by the brilliant scenery in Melbourne city after I came around. Take a look around and you will find things that people won't usually notice in their hectic lifestyle. I mean, this is life! Don't grab a sandwich from 7-11 and gulp it down your unstrecthed throat without knowing how does it taste like. Spend sometime to widen your view, and you will see things from an absolutely different perspective. And this could be wonderful and rewarding...



And a big appreciation to my jogging mate, who wouldn't let me publish her picture here (she is horrible-looking in the morning).

A letter abroad

To dear Daniel:

As you wish, I have decided to spend part of my unworthy leisure time to compose some stories around me to be shared. I shall be posting photos here instead of facebook too. So make sure to check it out regularly, as I hated to post something unappreciated. Cheers!

By your dear annoying half...