Thursday, April 28, 2011

The City of Regrets

This is a nice abstract story I sourced from http://masterwordsmith-unplugged.blogspot.com/2011/04/city-of-regret.html. I don’t usually repost other’s posts so you must take your time to read! Enjoy, and reflect.

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I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it. This is my annual "Guilt Trip."
I got tickets to fly there on "WISH-I-HAD" airlines. It was an extremely short flight. I got my "baggage," which I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was loaded down with a thousand memories of "what might have been."

No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City International Airport. I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town.


As I checked into the "Last Resort" Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year's most important event -- the annual "Pity Party." I wasn't going to miss that great social occasion. Many of the towns leading citizens would be there.


First, there would be the "Done" family; you know, "Should Have," "Would Have" and "Could Have." Then came the "I Had" family. You probably know old "Wish" and his clan. Of course, the "Opportunities" family; "Missed and Lost," would be present. The biggest family there would be the "Yesterday's."


There are far too many of them to count, but each one would have a very sad story to share. Of course, "Shattered Dreams" would surely make and appearance. "It's Their Fault" family would regale us with stories (excuses) about how things had failed in their life. Each story would be loudly applauded by the "Don't Blame Me" and "I Couldn't Help It" committee.


To make a long story short, I went to this depressing party, knowing full well there would be no real benefit in doing so. And, as usual, I became very depressed. But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought back from the past, it occurred to me that this trip and subsequent "pity parties" COULD be cancelled by ME!


I started to realize that I did not have to be there. And I didn't have to be depressed. One thing kept going through my mind, I CAN'T CHANGE YESTERDAY, BUT I DO HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE TODAY A WONDERFUL DAY. I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as being encouraging.


Knowing this, I left Regret City immediately, and didn't leave a forwarding address. Am I sorry for mistakes I've made in the past? YES! But there is no way to undo them.


So, if you're planning a trip back to Regret City, please cancel all those reservations now. Instead, take a trip to a nice place called: "Starting Again." I like it so much that I made it my permanent residence. My neighbors, the "Been Forgiven" and the "We're Saved" are so very helpful. By the way, you don't have to carry around the heavy baggage anymore either. That load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival. But don't take my word for it, find out for yourself.


- Author Unknown -

Monday, April 25, 2011

The End of the Beginning

I did it with my own hands – this Thursday will be the last meeting of my club, the MCKL Stargazer Society.

The first incarnation of Stargazers is a rocky one. Last November the idea start stirring around in the heads of the core members including me. The actual plan was to form the club by then and organize some trip to Melaka Planetarium because NASA has an exhibition there, but due to laziness, tardiness and whatever-ness, it failed, the club hasn’t materialize yet just like a baby whose delivery has been postponed.

The December Geminids is the inducer for me to go on fighting for the establishment of the club (actually I forgot about it during the holis :D). And finally on February 10, the club has it’s first meeting at Room 1.9.

As the days gone by, core members started leaving, and from 6 of us 3 remain standing. But luckily we had new members coming in, from my batch and the new batch. Some show real epic enthusiasm, and that’s what kept me going and devising new plans day after day. In total we had 3 club outings, quite a good score for a new club!

And what do you know, the last outing is really epic, nowhere in my mind 6 months ago will I thought of co-hosting an event with a club of another university. Although not going as well as expected, it was definitely a good experience for all the members who came, and we had a kawan club in UNMC now called the Nature Club (hi!). Talks about Nature Club planning to open an astronomy division just adds oil to the fiery, jovial mood.

Not forgetting credits to longtime buddy Tan Simpson, who helped out loads in the first 2 outings, and of course the Geminids shower where he had to go apply a police permit in Balai Polis Kajang! Not mentioning MCKL Stargazer Society, there is actually a para-collegial, organization-less higher entity called the Stargazer’s Society of Klang Valley in which he and us played instrumental roles. Plans for the big SS includes recruiting SMJK Yu Hua  Astronomy Club members… but you know school regulations lar.

Nevertheless, the MCKL club will be back when the next semester starts, and you know what, I have a surprise for you members for our last meeting this sem! :D

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SS Star Party 2

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SS – UNMC Nature Club Lyrids Watch 2011

 

Till then, clear skies!

Your president,

Stargazer Society MCKL.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Kick a stone

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Today, a once-in-a-blue-moon day where I take the buses home. Rain drops on my umbrella, my shoes have curiously gone squeaky, as I retrace my steps that I once plodded everyday on the way home from school.

I recall playing this game once in a while during this boring walk home – I’ll randomly choose a stone, and kick it all the way home. It wasn’t any easy task, stones are not all round, some are deformed, some too large, some too small. They don’t go where you intend to, and many a time they roll off into the drain. Just like life, where sometimes your share of things are less perfect than others, and they don’t go as you wish.

Turning into that junction, I reach the hardest part to cross of all – a small cement plank covering a drain which I was to cross. Recalled that the stones that made it here, they miraculously never drop off. However in retrospect, it’s simply just that when we recognize danger, we tend to be more careful. The exact opposite happens just before this drain, the long and wide road tempts me to give the stone a good kick and it rolls a parabolic path straight into the drains.

The stones that made it to the finishing line, gets a good bath and is used as paperweight on my shelf. Nothing special, it’s just a memento of the many other stones who sacrificed themselves in the line of duty of accompanying me home. They’re no longer around though, I got rid of them during the last spring clean.

Come to think of it, no wonder my school shoes didn’t last long!

Kafka on the shore

A story where the lines of reality and illusion blends together, where all that is solid turns into air…. image

Nothing like a good story to keep the imagination engine running! I’ve been wanting to buy this book for so long, but the high prices have always made me think otherwise and pushes this title back in my waiting list of books to buy. However I chanced upon the sale in Kinokuniya KLCC the other day, they were offering this Haruki Murakami classic at 25% off. The catch is that you need to buy another book at any price, which was no problem as my sis grabbed a few books too.

A brief synopsis by me : 15 year old runaway Kafka Tamura and 67 years old man who can talk to cats, Nakata seems to have no correlation between them but their paths in life is inexorably intertwined. Thrown into the cauldron is a mystery case of hypnosis before the war, inexplicable rains of tunas and mackerels, a forest that leads to an otherworldly place. And this all revolves around a painting of a boy by the sea, and a song called Kafka by the Shore.

It's been a while since I was trapped in this labyrinth of a story, mesmerised by the smooth flow of events under the pen of Murakami as the story unfolds and like a prank mystery gift, opening one layer just leads to another, but the wrapper gets smaller, and you’re desperately wanting to know what’s waiting for you in the final wrap.

Yeah I’ve finished it, anyone interested to read just holler. And after you read the book, maybe you want to listen to this soundtrack by Key Sounds Label for the anime Clannad – it resonates with some of the feelings in this book, at least that’s what I think :D

Sunday, April 17, 2011

One man’s meat

… is another man’s poison.

I have this friend who was more relaxed and reclusive in nature, you know, those who don’t go for outing with friends, prefer to stay at home and relax and play computer games. There was this time where I teased him about it, saying, ‘You know what? Picture this scenario where the children are playing in the playground in the evening, and there’s this little boy squatting on the ground and drawing circles all by himself. That’s you!”

To which he replied, “No problem ar, if the amount of happiness I gain from drawing circles is equal to the happiness the other children get, then what’s wrong with it? If I joined them and gained less happiness, what’s the point? Better to draw circles if it makes me happier!”

Get it? Every man is different and has his/her own ways, preferences, hobbies, fetishes, etc. You come and ask me – why u like astronomy? what is so good about astronomy? and I will not reply you, because it’s so wonderful, so interesting and so nice to see the cosmos etc. Because we’re not on the same wavelength, anything I explain will turn to white noise in your two antennas. Instead, the better answer is – why u like kepo? what is so good about intruding other people’s business?

Haha, this runs foul of Rule No 1 of gathering new recruits and initiating other astronomy buffs or other followers of your cult. Therefore, this only applies to people who starts the conversation above in a cynical, holier-than-thou tone.

They deserved the reply for not respecting other people’s freedom of choice.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

春风 Spring anime list 2011

For you who likes to chase anime shows real time, download and watch ONE episode for 30 minutes then crawl to some anime forum and spend rest of the night discussing, fighting and doing speculation. I was one of them, but not this sem :(

Click on pic to see large resolution from chartfag.wordpress.com.

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Morning Shadows

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
Rabindranath Tagore




Saturday, April 9, 2011

The first one

When you know that you are the result of, maybe, an misadventure, an experiment, a lab mouse gone wrong… read on. Otherwise, go away. For this post speaks only to 33% of the world’s population, the pioneers of a new generation in the family.

Woe to us! And with the pioneers always comes the word ‘friction’, much like the pioneer plunge with the opening still unexplored, raw and often resulting in the affair being a messy, bloody one. Everything is a first, an experiment, in good hope that it turned out good. And it usually won’t, unless you are so lucky to have been born to clairvoyants that still, would expect you to carry the family tradition, with friction of course.

But at least you have something to do. For no idea how much of my years was spent sleeping, eating, studying. No chance to explore out of the safety net to find new experiences, and find some calling of your own. Well, no experience is also an experience on its own, and the result – running in circles, going nowhere, going nowhere….

While your parents suddenly just realised that their child won’t have such a high percentage of suddenly falling off a hill from their field trip, or get into a school trip and end up in the headlines, or learn a new language and run to the new country to talk up some girls. Then all hell let loose, and you see your youngers getting some time of their lives which you never had. While you and your parents are negotiating over your college education, how much are you entitled etc., i.e. taking the pioneer step of an education which your parents may have never had. And when you finally get into it, study hard, don’t let them down… and they say you study until crazy, go to sleep you useless kid.

Unless, you are smart enough to live in campus. Sure, the first few days you may get homesick or whatever, but when the reality sets in, you realise that you are as free as a bird, the world is your oyster for the taking. Slowly, your real life story begins to take over, and as you take your first plunge…

Then read this from the beginning again, as a parent.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Transformation to the w-plane

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In conjunction with Ching Ming =.=||| This year’s Ching Ming was somewhat funny as I didn’t went for last year’s due to Kem Ah Gua Village. This time, there was this aunt which is a relative of my cousin sister which just married who followed us up the hill to our grandfather’s grave 11 years old.

The family told us that she was some sort of a ghost whisperer (!). As we were doing our routine prayers, she seems to be ‘chatting’ with ahem, grandpa. What she told us – grandpa ‘said’ that his legs hurt and he wants a walking stick. He also ‘complained’ that my uncle likes to nag at home and told him to cut down ( we have an altar of grandpa at uncle’s house). He also said that our great-grandparents, who are also resting somewhere around the hill, that their ‘houses’ are facing sunlight everyday and he wants an umbrella for them!

Eheheh.

I dunno-lah, I’m not into these sort of things. But this makes me wonder what the hell is afterlife actually. Is it a parallel world to ours where, as the title implies, is just a transformation from the reality z-plane to the parallel reality w-plane? We don’t even know that maybe we are actually the afterlife. Or is it a ‘transit house’ as souls are put on the waiting list to the next available ‘slot of life’, i.e. the M-Phase of life?

Haha, enough tokkok, and back to Further Pure Maths 2 it is.