Wednesday, April 29, 2009
It's very difficult for students to manage their stay in Canada. Nation's executives prevent students from studding abroad in these days.
I am sorry that I did not send this info before, but Catalina bought the ticket through an organism that obliged her to pay certain days before.
From 22 until 26 she has many testes in her school. So will be more difficult for her to travel to Vancouver before June 26.
I regret to say that this student met a car accident a week ago. Riding a bicycle he met with a car carelessly. It made him a little limp.
P.S. I'm not Mr. because I have XX chromosome.
It's very good that you have some pats because I used ti have contact with animals. I like going out with them.
Our quotation will be on biting with other travel agencies.
Please be advised that we cannot accept any bank transfer or cheese.
He said that he cannot study in Canada because his mother got cancer as the result of doctor's diagnosis.
Main purpose of this fair is to meet overworming demand from students… We're learned through our extensive experience dearly with students, the biggest problem for them get information about studding abroad…
We would like to stud at Vancouver English Centre in September.
Have a mice day.
Ok---like the guy says---have a mice day !
Allegedly from actual resumes as reported by Fortune magazine:
· I demand a salary commiserate with my extensive experience.
· I have lurnt WordPerfect 6.0 computor and spreadsheat progroms.
· Received a plague for Salesperson of the Year.
· Reason for leaving last job: Maturity leave.
· Wholly responsible for two (2) failed financial institutions.
· Failed bar exam with relatively high grades.
· It's best for employers that I not work with people.
· Let's meet, so you can "ooh" and "aah" over my experience. You will want me to be Head Honcho in no time.
· Am a perfectionist and rarely if if ever forget details.
· I was working for my mom until she decided to move.
· Marital status: single. Unmarried. Unengaged. Uninvolved. No commitments.
· I have an excellent track record, although I am not a horse.
· I am loyal to my employer at all costs...
· Please feel free to respond to my resume on my office voice mail.
· I have become completely paranoid, trusting completely no one and absolutely nothing.
· My goal is to be a meteorologist. But since I possess no training in meteorology, I suppose I should try stock brokerage.
· I procrastinate, especially when the task is unpleasant.
· As indicted, I have over five years of analyzing investments.
· Personal interests: donating blood. Fourteen gallons so far.
· Instrumental in ruining entire operation for a Midwest chain store. Note: Please don't misconstrue my 14 jobs as "job-hopping." I have never quit a job.
· Marital status: often. Children: various.
· Reason for leaving last job: They insisted that all employees get to work by 8:45 every morning. Could not work under those conditions. The company made me a scapegoat, just like my three previous employers.
· Finished eighth in my class of ten.
Enjoy it---but don't you copy it !
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
"For all its imperfection, the world is still a good place ...' I know that comes from somewhere but I just can't recall....
Yup inspite of my posting on that late submission of report---I will not let that depress me --he's not worth it.
So the way I feel now.... this song by this brilliant girl ! Once in a while the world is presented with such a gift as this girl !
Today, after my lunch, I went back to my table and guess what I found ?
A report (project paper) from one of the students from the class I was writing and complaining about !
You may ask --so ?
THAT PROJECT PAPER IS 2 WEEKS OVERDUE !!! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SUBMITTED ON THE 15th APRIL. TODAY IS THE 28th APRIL, AND HE DIDN'T DO ANY PRESENTATION. (REFER TO MY POSTING ON THIS CLASS PRESENTATION SESSION.
And the way it was submitted---just left on my table without any effort to see me and at least explain or a note even ! Throughout the semester, he has never seen me to explain or apologise for his absence or non-submission of all stages of the project paper !
Really---some people just do not deserve any sympathy at all !
I had no choice but to reject it and even if i accept it, consider the daily reduction of marks for everyday delayed, this guy has a 1 in a trillion chance of passing the paper as the presentation is 30%, the report is 30% (after deducting all the penalties, ie, no submission of draft questionaire, no submission of first draft, no submission of 2nd. draft, no attempt to see me for any consultation, absence from class ---how much marks do you think would be left ?)
Oh well, as the saying goes, to each his own !
To be honest, I do not remember exactly at what age I started using the English Language. All I know is that I was blessed to have my late Father (God Bless his soul).
He was the biggest influence on my English proficiency. In his younger days, he was the fortunate few who attended school in the English stream .
I remember how proudly he would talk about Victoria Institution. As a student, he was an active member of the school band. He played the fife then. On his own he picked up playing the piano although he could never afford to buy one for himself. – not until the day he retired from his job, and with his gratuity money, he bought himself one.
I was a College student already when he retired..I remembered listening to him on the piano every morning and evening, playing a few Malay traditional songs and mostly English pop songs of his time. I could name the titles of his favourite tunes, but readers would never know them. So I’ll spare you that.
So my interest for English songs was ignited by him . I can recall when I was as young as 5 years old, my three siblings and I would be awakened at 6.00am in the morning when he would switched on Radio Australia on the short-wave radio and we had to listen to the kookaburra (Australian bird- I think) cry as the signature of the Australian Radio . After that it would be followed by strings of English pop songs of the period.
He would buy all the latest records (vinyl discs) of the pop scene. We would listened to the foxtrots, waltzes, tangos and the beguines (all song rhythms and dances at that time.) As a kid I would sing the songs with correct lyrics and pronunciation, although without actually understanding the meanings
My love for songs continued through out my schooldays following the music of my period. I went through the era of all the genres of music as they came along. This has not stopped – even up to now.
You may ask me what has all this got to do with English Language. ....A lot.
The melodies motivated me to know the lyrics which made me sing along with the song, which taught me to appreciate the meanings of words and which I would proudly use in my studies and conversations.
The Comics –
I grew up with them. Be it cartoons or space adventures, or detectives . But most of all, there was a series of comics called Classics Illustrated. I have benefitted from these comics which stories arre always based on classic novels. It had been simplified and made easier to read . But the English language was very good.The newspaper was another source of reading. I remember fighting and quarellng with my sisters as we rushed for the newspaper every morning. I used to get so addicted to the daily cartoon strip.
Story books ---
I remember starting with children’s books like Noddy. Then I went on to Enid Blyton's series like Secret Seven and Famous Five series. Oh and of course , The Readers’ Digest too played a part for me.There were so many more but suffice to say that I gew up with books.
The Library –
We could not afford the fees to join the National Library, but my siblings and I did ---we joined a free Lbrary called USIS or the United States Information Services. Of course the books will be about the American way of life, their history, legends and so on. I could still remember charaters from their books like Johnny Appleseed, the Wright Brothers, their declaration of Independence, Davy Crockett, the Alamo, and many more . But who cares ! I only wanted to read.
So now , I am still what I was ....
Monday, April 27, 2009
"French Film Film Festival will take place from 7th - 17th May'09 at GSC International Screen. Anyone fancy to watch French movies for a change? "
I would like to re-post this from my old blog.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Come on ! Have a heart !
A group of words whose meaning is often different from the normal meaning is called an idiom.
Let us look at the word “heart” and how, when used differently in idioms, will give different meanings.
We know that the word ‘heart’ means an organ in our body which pumps and circulates blood in our body.
However lets look at this:
• to set your heart at rest - stop worrying about something
• to be soft hearted - to be sympathetic
• to have a heart of gold - to care about other people
• to have a big heart - to be giving, caring
• to be cold-hearted -lacking in sympathy , uncaring
• to cry your heart out - to cry a lot and feel really badly about something
• to eat your heart out - to be jealous of someone
• from the bottom of your heart - to really mean something
• to have a change of heart -to change your mind
• to have a heart - to be compassionate, to care about other people
• to have your heart in your mouth - to be scared or nervous
• to have your heart set on something - to really want something
• to be broken-hearted – to be sad over an ended relationship
• to have a heart-to-heart talk – to have a serious and sincere discussion
• to get to the heart of the matter – to get to the main point
• to take heart – to be confident or courageous
Now try to figure out what the following sentences mean !:
• I didn't have the heart to tell him he'd failed.
• My grandmother has a heart of gold and is always willing to help a stranger.
• Take heart, your father will get over his illness shortly!
...or you even might say to me :
"Sir - have a heart ! You're so good at bowling and I'm alway throwing balls into the gutter ("longkang" -as popularly used), so give us a handicap of 40 points. "
...and I might reply..
"Ok..you can set your heart at rest. I'll give you 50 points handicap ! "
...and you might reply..
" Oh thank you Sir -- you have a heart of gold ."
heheheheh! Do you know of any other example ?
# posted by sunnyside up @ 5:29 PM 3 Comments "
Sunday, April 26, 2009
So here's another one from my mail.
A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown
ostrich behind him.
The waitress asks them for their orders. The man
says, "A hamburger,
fries and a coke," and turns to the ostrich,
"I'll have the same," says the ostrich.
A short time later the waitress returns with the
"That will be $9.40 please," and the man reaches
into his pocket and
pulls out the exact change for payment.
The next day, the man and the ostrich come again
and the man says, "A
hamburger, fries and a coke."
The ostrich says, "I'll have the same." Again the
man reaches intohis pocket and pays with exact change.
This becomes routine until the two enter again.
"The usual?" asks the waitress.
"No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak,
baked potato and a salad," says the man.
"Same," says the ostrich.
Shortly the waitress brings the order and says,
"That will be $32.62."
Once again the man pulls the exact change out of
his pocket and places it on the table.
The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any
longer. "Excuse me, sir. How do you manage to always
come up with the exact change in your
pocket every time?"
"Well," says the man, "several years ago I was
cleaning the attic and found an old lamp. When I
rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes.
My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for
anything,I would just put my hand in my pocket and the
right amount of money would always be there."
"That's brilliant!" says the waitress. "Most
people would ask for a
million dollars or something, but you'll always be
as rich as you want for as long as you live!"
"That's right. Whether it's a gallon of milk or a
Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there," saysthe man.
The waitress asks, "What's with the ostrich?"
The man sighs, pauses and answers, "My second wish
was for a tall chick with a big ass and long legs
who agrees with everything I say."
I received the above picture via e-mail. Note the figure in the background showing an infant sleeping in the mother's are. Can you imagine the poor mother had to stand with a sleeping baby while normal, healthy and youg people are sitting ? They CHOSE to ignore the poor mother. One even pretended to sleep !...and nearest to the camera is ....a MAN !
This is a normal scene on our trains ! The majority of the passengers are not sensitive. The feeling for the needy, the fellow human beings are dead.
Common sense, manners, decorum, protocol and simple sense of acknowledgement for good deeds or help given are all dead ! The above picture is a manifestation of the all negative attribute which I mentioned in the previous sentence.Is there hope for us ?
Of course there are exceptions, but these are rare, few and far in between.
I reproduce what I posted sometime ago.
"People You meet In The Train.....
Someone once wrote about the horrible people she met on the train. I would like to contribute my own experience on board the trains in Kuala Lumpur.
There was a time when I take the train to commute to work. Normally by about 7.00am , I would be at the station waiting for the then Putra line to take me to the Central Market Station.
Of course by the time the train arrived, it would have been sardine-packed..And the best part is that you need not walk into the train. Just be there and somehow the crowd would guide you and before you knew it you are squeezed into the train struggling to find something to hold on to.
Once you are in the train, that’s when you would be zapped into another world. But at least in the morning your nose would not be invaded by the odor that pervades in the carriage in the evening rush hour .
For now, let me tell you just two examples of characters that I had had the unfortunate opportunity to meet.
The Lecherous One.
He is short, medium built, wearing a shirt and loose trousers.
I am fortunate to be tall and so I could have a pretty good overhead view of the carriage.
When he came in, I thought he was rather fussy about wanting to be in a certain spot in the train. Then I noticed that he was standing next to a young woman. That is still ok to me. After all it is a small area.
Next I noticed the woman giving him an obviously angry look and moving away from him. Of course he swayed his body and inched his way near her again.
That’s when I saw what he was up to.
He had his right hand in his trousers pocket and was using his elbow to touch the woman’s waist. HOW SICK CAN YOU GET !!
Anyway I decided to do something. Moving near him , I stepped on one of his shoes and really applied pressure on his toes.
Looking down at him , I gave him a slight smile without releasing the pressure on his toes. He knew then that his secret was out.Soon he moved to another spot and I simply followed him. I was having fun. Anyway he got out at the next station, which I am sure , wasn’t his stop.
The Sleeping Ugly
It was an afternoon I felt like throwing up – on the sleeping ugly if I could.
While traveling, the train stopped and three blind men came in with their bags. There were no more seats available but they were all occupied by women and children except for a row of seats which was occupied by a family -- the husband, wife and two children.
The three blind men later sat on the floor while holding on to their bags.
Next---be ready for the most disgusting thing that can and ever happen anywhere in the world !
The father who was with the family, all of a sudden fell asleep. He was hanging his head down as if in deep sleep AND sending the message to everyone looking at him that ,
’ Hey, don’t look at me. I didn’t see the three blind men sitting on the floor next to my feet. I’m sleeping. See—I’m sleeping .’
That’s the time I wish I could vomit on him.
There are other horrible passengers but this one really should be given the “Worst Passenger Award” The prize – a job in a Home For The Blind.
# posted by sunnyside up @ 12:30 PM"
Saturday, April 25, 2009
With my boss (then) and the driver(centre) of the limo
The thing about this city is that it's so old and such a drag ! BUT- its got character ! -- and I love it. Walk down the streets and the grey buildins surround you. The wet, the grey sky in winter.
In Oxford Street with collegues-me looking tired.
Anyway we soon settled in a hotlel near Oxford Street. All my collegues decide to leave all the arrangements to me as I was familiar with the place. So the first thing I did was to rent a Merc Limo to take us round. We visited University East London, Westminster University and the Middlesex University. Of all I thought Middlesex an interesting visit with its many campuses. The one we visited was actually a renovated warehouse or something. But the bright daring colours that they used would make you thing its an Art and Design Institution when its actually an Engineering Faculty !
The Middlesex University Engineering Faculty
Anyway after all our visits I went separate way from my my collegues. They were going to have a day or two free, but for me, I am officially on leave for a week. So that evening, packed my bags say my goodbyes to companions of a few weeks, and make my way to Kings Cross Station to Leceister to my sister's place, spend a night there and then a long train ride to Dundee to see my son. ( Hmmmmm , from here on, I'll be using my own money---not the company's---kind of sad---heheheh)
My son's block of apartment
In Dundee, it was my first visit to see my son . Although he had to attend his daily lectures , I always manage to do thing on my own.
Like father like son--he started his hobby as a hi-fi enthusiast. The above pjoto was sent to me by him, and this time I got to see it --for real
what was written on the back of the photo he had sent me ..
After a near one week in Dundee, I make my way back south to begin my long journey back home and back to reality.(Athough, two months later , I would be back here with my family enjoyng a winter holidays with my son again!).
So thats it...
I cant remember if we stayed another night in Vancouver but I remember the wet weather. I love looking out of my hotel room window to enjoy the scene below !
The scene from my Vancouver hotelroom.
Soon we were ready to leave for Kumloop. I have never even heard of the name of this town in my whole life let alone knew anything about it. But we were supposed to visit the Cariboo University College as our College was going to run a joint Business programme and we were ironing out certain detail. We were also going to look at their distance learning system as Canada is so wide that some of their smaller towns had to rely on this form of education.
Talking to the lecturers of this University, there are certain concept which I can never never grasp. For example , while talking about some issue, I asked them why they did not go to their Ministry of Education for one thing or another. When they told me that the Ministry is like 3000 to 4000 km. away, it hit me like a brick wall ! (I was thinking of Kuala Lumpur situation where it is only some few km away from my place of work !
Anyway, Kumloop and the University is situated in the highlands (and I mean HIGH. Gorget about Malaysia's standard of distance and 'high'). The best part we had to use a Fokker I think to get there . (see below).
the plane that took us to Kumloop and back to Vancouver
Again--my first experience. Its so small we could see the pilot. On looking out of the window , we could see patches of snow on the highlands. It was pretty scary . After a few hours we landed safley at the Kumloop airport. Now, the wind was really strong that they had to tie the plane down to the ground--probably to prevent it from being blown away !
Walking to the terminal. I still cannt believe that I am on the other side of the globe and in a small 'kampung' somewhere in the wilderness of Canada.
Kumloop Airport Terminal
Soon our transport took us to the town. I must admit it is something like straight from the movie. Its a small town and no high building.
Part fg Kumloop as seen from my hotel window
The following day we were take by the University representative to visit the campus. It was an exhilerating drive up the highland to the campus. We visited the Activity Centre and seeing the students, they reminded me of my Hull student days. In that respect, students, anywhere, at any time , are very much alike . That seems universal. I looked at the types of students that were there---the studious, playful, noisy ---for a moment --I almost believe I was back in my Students' Union House in Hull University !
Now , we must be the happening in Kumloop because , would you believe that the Mayor of the town invited us for dinner ! It was held in a restraunt on a slope overlooking the town (I think ).. We were even given badges with his name on it. It was pretty cute I think !
At the Mayor's office.
With the then General Manager of Yayasan Selangor. Background is the town.
On finishing our business, we flew back to Vancouver to visit a few community colleges and a staff from the Malaysian High Com kindly gave us lunch.
Kitchen staff of a community college.
The above picture brought unpleasant memory to me. You see after the picture was taken one of them passed a racist remark to his friend , presumably about me , and they were laughing away. I waited for them to finish,then told the older guy, "Can't you see ? Thats why why I'd rather be the 'chinky' and travel the world then two white idiots stuck in a kitchen for your whole life !!"
( oh--i have to mention here that that night, I managed to sneak off somewhere nearby to watch a concert....alanis morisette's .)
Anyway, soon after that we packed up ready to fly off to the United Kingdom --which , after all this , seem more like home to me ---to see my sister , my brother-in-law and of course my son who was studying in Dundee , Scotland. This will be in my last section of my memorable journey.
a street in Palo Alto
It was arranged for us to come to this town (its the first time that I have ever heard of this name ) to visit what was one of the three places (at that time, if I am not mistaken) where the internet servers connecting the States to the world is located, the other being in Boston and which we were supposed to visit as well bud had to cancel it , and I couldn't remember the other place.
a submarine at the waterfront in SF
view of SF from the bridge
a street in SF
I remember being taken to this place which is huge---as big as maybe a football field, maybe even bigger. And there are neat row of cabinet looking shelves containing consoles and more consoles with blinking lights. Each is protected by a wire-mesh cage and from the steps leading to this place, I could see endless of these contraption ( to me, as far as mt eyes could see) .That was an amazing sight ! To think that each time I get to any web-site in the states, the signals from my computer in my little room in Kuala Lumpur would go through one of thee 'cabinets" . The mind boggles !
What do I remember of Palo Alto.? Its a nice little town with one of the famous universities located there, Stanford University. Managed to find time to take a walk in the campus ! It was a great feeling !
The Golden Bridge
Back to San Francisco, we had a -two-day reprieve and managed a sight seeing tour. The weather was superb and soooo comfortable. Managed to visit the famous Golden Bridge, the water front and saw the famous island of Alcatraz.
my ex-boss next to our limo
in the limo
Then we talked the driver of the limo to take us to that famous portion of SanFrancisco where famous move car-chase shows the cars flying over the hump of a road and hitting the ground with such dramatic impact. But the driver told us it was not possible as the limo would not clear the hump and we would and could actually be stuck on the hump itself. But he did took us to other places.
me at one end of the bridge with San Francisco in the background
At my age and in my mind then , I could just see the hippies of days gone by walking the streets with their flowers, garland, beard and 'ciggies' that San Franciscoo was once so famous for !
I'm goin to stop here and reserve the next posting for thatquaint small town and the University on the highlands of Canada in my next posting !
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
This is a follow-up to my 'The good, the bad and the nobodies' posting which you re-read here.
Today, I was still recovering from my flu but because of the presentation from the particular class I wrote in my posting above, I dragged myself as I didn't want to postpone it. This morning justice was done in some sort. Let me just write it under 'The Bad" and later "the Good".
The person who gave me a lot of problems and troubles (refer to above posting) had a turn to present her report. And just as I had expected, the whole content, lock, stock and barrel were taken from somewhere. As if that wasn't bad enough, no credits or references were given either in her report or presentation as to the source or the writer of the original text !. Technical words were used in all the parts of her report and slides. Yet when I asked her to explain or elaborate, all she did was to stand in front of the class sheepishly , put on a grin and say 'I forgot."
It was on purpose that I gave her time to think silently ( not that I was confident of getting a reply from her) in front of the class. But I could feel that her classmates were getting more embarassed than she was ! This went on with a few other words/terms /phrases which are too scientific for her level of knpwledge.
I felt so vindicated then.......
The last to present was another girl. I'd describe her presentation in three words. She's damn GOOD ! Easily the best I have ever seen in this institution. Yet all this while , she is so unassuming.
You may well ask, whats good about her ? Well...
- She started witha good clear definition and perimeter of her discussion
- The content was so well organized
- Her slides are not 'wordy' with just the right number of text to attract the listeners' attention
- She doesn't read her slide.
- She only read the point from her slide , then gave a very good and fluent explaination of what is meant.
- she didn't rush through nor did she 'dragged' her presentation.
- she potrayed self-confidence which reflects the amount of preparation that she must have done.
- she is spontaneous
- I can't help but gave her full marks for Content and Fluency.
In fact, when she finished, I gave her a standing ovation and told the class that this is how a 'University student' should do a presentation. I thanked her for making my day.
Her class-mates must be surprised with my accolade on her. I know she herself was.
Well done Atiqa !!
You truly deserves this acknowledgement and recognition!
Well--heres one 'food-festival' they want to forget quickly !
A picture is worth a thousand words---so....
Pic. 1. He ain't heavy---he's my brother...
Pic 2 below---one of the sites - taken on a morning..
Pic 3 below..getting instructions
Pic 4 below... getting ready for the food festival
Pic 5 below.. 'I could have relaxed in the hostel...."
Pic 6 below... maybe if i push my left hand to the back, it can help me to swallow..
Pic 7...Oh why did I listen to Mr Mus and come here....
Pic 8 below..have they given me stone sandwiches ...
Pic 9 below... guess who I am ...
Pic 10...below..Hey! The band is supposed to cover your eyes - not your forehead !
OK---LOOK OUT FOR MORE !