Friday, February 27, 2009

coming out of the same mould

Lately, there hasn't been much pressing things to do in Aussieland. So I started to take deep interest in reading people's blogs. Any one's, as long as there is some reading quality. Kennysia.com is of course a no miss, even Xia xue (she is actually not bad), good friends, that link to friends to literal (interesting) strangers.

Just minutes ago, I was reading "WHAT IS THE RIGHT MINDSET" by Daniel Hazmy (stranger friend's friend). Which was well rebutted regarding a few points by Young (a friend from AUSMAT I wish I got to know better). Usually, I keep a low key in my reading/nosing into people's thoughts and lives, but this was an interesting topic I could not resist expressing a few of my opinions, although not consicely what they are talking about.

"what is the right mindset?
what are we trained for since young?study hard, get into a good university and eventually get a good job?

have you heard your parents said:"go to school and be an entrepreneur?"


Daniel's opening paragraph. Basically he was expressing opinions on how our education does not teach us to take risky jobs, ie entrepreneur.

"Our society, namely Asians, have this mindset that life is just about studying, get into a good uni and get a good job, not forgetting also to get a good family."

This is so true, the narrow route that most typical kiasu Asians follow summarised in one sentence.

p/s. Lets narrow the view dowm to the typical Chinese family.

In the big picture, parents expectations towards us is simple: get a well respected job, that provides enough income to support a future happy close knit family. Minor details vary a little according to individual parent's level of expectations. Mainly, they hope their little precious babies will have more than they have, better than what they have. They do this by giving us the best education. Sending us to the best schools, and systems. Giving us the gift of opportunity. It is the natural sacrifice that every parents work to make. Why do you think parents will be willing to shelve out hard earned money for our education? We must love them for it.

But I digress.


Daniel says that our education does not teach us to take risk (hence not be an entrepreneur), while Young says that this is because entrepreneur success fluctuates too much, whereas a well known profession such as a doctor, lawyer and such is a more likely guarantee to success.

I say that our debate here is really should be whether or not our parents give time to ask: "What do you really want out of your life, my child?" Not everyone is cut out to be a doctor/lawyer, nor is everyone cut out to be an entrepreneur. But, everyone has something they are marvellous at. What happened to being able to tell your parents your own aspirations (however stupid they may seem at first), and them advising you as long as you are good in what you do, opportunity will come its way? Are you living out your parent's hopes and dreams, or your own? (if this does not apply to you, then lucky you, but I know alot who have this problem)
p/s: mom, if you are reading this, please know you were NOT one of them. lol


Ever wondered why this "mindset" debated about is so prevalent in the Asian, mostly Chinese society worldwide? In Australia, the Chinese here are no different. Almost 70% of students that make it in University are Asians. Why is this pattern so uniform amongst Chinese across the globe? Does it mean that Chinese are a smarter race, or we just tend to place more pressure on ourselves to perform academically? Academic results takes on a life on its own, it becomes student's sole purpose in life, and even becomes a means for student to value themselves. If a student performs badly (even after putting in true effort), he/she might place that label of "loser" on him/herself. Which is terribly sad.

The path road to success through education has started long ago in China's history (probably the Ching or Tang Dynasty). Where there is this public examination, so that they can ace it and be a "guan" (a highly respected position). Bleh, something around that la. This was in our own SEJARAH even. Those who did well in the public examinations, will be celebrated for like a HERO. Until now, there is not much change in that mentality. Despite how times have changed, and systems have evolved. Those who do well in examinations are cheered and admired upon, while the others who don't do well suffer the humiliation, no future no respect. Interestingly enough, at that same dynasty, businessmen were considered lower classes compared to the academics. Whether they are richer or not, it does not matter. That is how much education was important to the Chinese. That is the mentality of the society we live in.


When I ask students studying Bachelor of Commerce, UNSW their major, I swear 90% of them say Accounting, Finance or Actuarial. What happen to 20 other available majors out there? When I ask an Australian what are they studying at UNSW, mostly likely it is something I cannot fanthom anyone doing. Bachelor of Arts, Indonesian studies, Art and Theatre, Bachelor of Science, Physics. They don't follow trends. They do what they want, and what they are interested in. Some say they are stupid, but sometimes you have to respect them for their daring. If I said I was doing Bachelor of Arts, Indonesian Studies to any of my relatives, I bet they would look at me with a "SIAO ARRR", and turn up their noses.

Why are English people so daring? Why are Chinese always so keen on making money? Australians would shake hands with a rubbish collector, while a Chinese will pull her child away from one. Is a rubbish collector a bad guy? A loser label so scary you are afriad it is infectious? Do people know that one of the rich man in Singapore manages the rubbish collection system in the country?

The society, education wants to make duplicates of us. Everyone is expected to be a straight A student. I picture this like "squashing a cream puff through a keyhole" (inspired by Sex and The City movie). Only, I wonder what happens to the leftover creampuff that did not make it through the keyhole. What route do they follow? What is left for them?

We should all learn to break from the mould. DARE TO BE DIFFERENT. Be who we want to be, and not be a sheep of the society.


I think I have said enough

Monday, February 23, 2009

disgrace publicised

OMG OMG OMG!
my bro rocks!!!!!

Everyone who was there in my departure to Aussie, and also everyone else who is slightly interested to see how pathetically dumb I am, PLEASE HURRY AND WATCH THIS!


click on the darn link!
http://gallery.me.com/kennethlim#100027/Soon%20Yee%20Going%20Australia

UPDATE
the link above does not work because my bro took it down for editing.
the new link should be http://gallery.me.com/kennethlim/100045/Soon%20Yee%20Going%20Australia%20ver%202%20-%20Mid

enjoy ;)

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Trip to Darling Harbour and City Centre

kay, as I so efficiently completed all important task in Australia. I figured I could start touring in a small scale.


So Darling Harbour here I come!

I know nothing about it actually. What to expect (except a harbour), and what to do there.
I only know I wanted to go there, because I saw this (refer below) when passing the city,


and thought the name was aDorAbLe~ lol


Sadly, my right knee was failing me because of constant abuse for the past week. It's as if I stretched a tendon or something, worries me because I never felt this way before.
Anyway, my tour guide for the day were Khar Mun and Anthony, both enthusiastic to show me around and gave me full liberty on where I wanted to go. Which was weird, because I wouldn't have any clue where to start.


They would bring me to a mall, which looks like any other mall in Malaysia, but smaller. And they would ask,

"what would you like to do?"

and I would stare blankly, and say:


"I don't know what to do here, why dont you suggest something instead?"


and then, they will travel around for a bit while I follow mindlessly on. There is some sort of small pressure for me to have fun? I think they need a little warm up on being tour guides. I know I will have a hard time figuring out what would be fun to do if I have to bring someone to tour Malaysia. Everything would seem so normal, you just don't think it is tour quality. Get what I mean?


So in the end, we left the mall (can't even remember the name) for DARLING HARBOUR. It wasnt much, because I did not go for all the tourist attraction events where I had to pay alot of money for. We more like just did sightseeing. It was so interesting anyway, I did not mind. Anyway, I shall not rant on anymore, leave it to the piiiiics...


ANCHOR AHOOOI!

someone very Tak Han


whatever party they are going to, it looks FUN

check out the submarine

that is sooo sweet


As you can see, I am the only one camwhoring in the pictures. Guys have some phobia about having their pictures taken.

For dinner, Khar Mun wanted to "belanja" Anthony to show gratitude for him being such a splendid tour guide for the past few days. At first, we decided Pancakes on the Rocks, because apparently Anthony liked it. Then, we felt like eating something heavier. Looking at the price of grilled steaks and stuff there ($22 above), he suggested St James Hotel, at Castlereagh St. According to him, the steaks there are marvellous and only cost $10.00. So, off we headed. (Knees dying in the process)

p/s: Anthony wasn't helping when he kept estimating shorter times to reach destination. He would say 3-5 minutes to reach XXX, and that sounded comforting. Then 20 minutes later, we still have not arrived because he was estimating with his typical SUPER FAST Hong Kong walking speed as a factor. Pah

Pretty nice elaborate setting, with good ambiance. Not alot of people, so not uncomfortable crowded either. Anyway, the reason for cheap steak was this: See that big blue towering tag thing above? It sounds and lights up when our food is ready. Then we have to go collect it ourselves. This way, we get to skimp on service charge, which is HELL alot here in Australia (minumum wage being so high and all). At the same time, we have STUPENDOUS, AMAZING, ABSURDLY ROCKING yummy steak. I ate faster than both guys, thats a statement. Sorry I did not take pics, the guys were already shaking their heads at me for taking the few that I did. lol

After that, it was deserts. Can't remember what I had, it was ok. It was really an eating day really. But, we were walking so much to get there, I din feel like I was pigging out at all. In fact, I got HUNGRY late at night. Haha

p/s: It is obvious I got lazy at the end. Blogging is tiring. lol
pp/s: Books here are ABSURDLY expensive! Bought a book secondhand, still cost me $102 for the textbook and its solutions. Only $40 discount. Gaaaaah. I think investing in a photocopier is more worth it. Where is piracy when you need it. lol

Friday, February 20, 2009

#@%^*! grocery shopping in Australia

As the title shows, it is not a pile of fun.
Cancel what I said that supermarkets will take 5-6 minutes walk. It is more like 20-25 minutes.

Imagine carrying loads of bags, heavy with vegetables, bottles of sauce, milk and other weighty loads. AND THEN WALKING BACK (20-25 minutes mind you) WITH ALL THOSE #@%^* BAGS!

Can't imagine? Let me ease your imagination and stir up your sympathy for my poor knees.




MINUS



DOES NOT EQUAL



It not as satisfying since they are not clothes that girls would travel 50 miles and still be as happy. Besides, the heavier it is, the more the clothes.

NO, they are groceries. Vegetables, meat and rice that will enter your body and be excreted out in a non recognisable way in the future. Sure, they keep me alive, but they ARE NOT AS SATISYING. To walk so long, in the hot (not as hot as Malaysia, but still hot) sun, is like living in hell, and doing shopping for HADES. Gah...


I miss my CAR~ boohoo

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Get a whiff of Goulash!

In Hungary, Goulash is called Gulyás. Gulyásleves is prepared as a soup (leves meaning soup). The dish Gulyás or Bográcsgulyás[2] was traditionally a thick stew, made by cattle stockmen. The Goulash can still be prepared both like a soup and a stew. The traditional Hungarian stews: Goulash, Pörkölt and Paprikas, sharing the same origin, as herdsmens stews, are considered to be the national dishes of Hungary.

YEah, I made that. (stop gawking)

awww, c'mon. Why ye of so little faith?

It was pretty good actually, the best I have cooked so far. Really tasty. Check this out for evidence.

simmering really mouthwateringly in the pot... mmmm~

not bad right? right? Riiiiiiight? lol

ITADAKIMASE! (shuddup if my spelling is wrong)

Of L.O.V.E and GRATITUDE

I love my brother...

He is always reserved and always will be. He doesn't express how he feels easily. Though that may bother people, I don't really let that get to me. Maybe it used to a little when I was young, but not anymore. The reason: I don't know. Maybe its because I got used to it. Maybe it is because I saw that through his veneer of cool distant reserve, he is closer to me than I thought. He is actually so warm, he is like golden honey (if that makes sense).



Slowly, I saw the underlying meaning behind the tiny gestures.

How he hugged me just a milisecond little longer when I was leaving from the airport. It made my heart tug.
How he just got me my first very own camera as a surprise (it was a shared present with Vaness, his wife)
How he paid for my Dell Inspiron laptop (I know my mom bugged him, but I don't think he was unwilling)
How he always gave me a GREAT BIG BEAR HUG (with such magnitude that I lift off the ground) when he comes home.
How he always listens to all my loooooong random thoughts and theories. (They all MAKE SENSE by the way. )
How he has the same fetish of Vitagen as I do. (it is better than icky Yakult)
How he always has an interest in whatever I do.
How we wrestle on the bed, and he always wins.
How he would squeeze my hand untill I cringe.
How I told him my beloved samsung mp3 player konked, and he totally searched it up on net to help me solve the problem.
How he will give me random calls in Australia even if the rates are busting the roof.

It is funny, because he is 11 years older than me, I will always be his tiny little sister. At 6, he would spank me on the hand like a daddy because I secretly borrowed his comic books to read. (I dont see how I was wrong, he was selfish not to even tell me he has Slam Dunk and Kung Fu boy comics to read. It is darn nice weeei). I dont see why he has to keep it all to himself.

At 18, he is still giving me advice, telling me what is appropriate and what not. I guess, he does in a little way fill the space of a father figure in my life?


We always have love around us, if we only care to look...

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

moving in, moving out

Yesterday, I moved into my new room in Kingsford. It has the perfect location, only 5-6 minutes walk from my current Uni, UNSW and 5-6 minutes walk for grocery shopping. With walking distance to Uni, I save about $25.90 per week! I am soooo proud of myself.


PEEERFECT!

Anyway, the place is lovely. The landlady is nice (a little particular, but I can live with that... I hope). She is the type of woman who will cringe when she hears "cockroaches" and sees uneven blinds. God, I will have to change as she has the absolute power to kick me out if I bug her. Then, I will be homeless. My mom laughed at me as she predicted that I will be a neat freak by the end of the year, wiping basins and shower stalls dry after use. Oh, the horror!

My first night over was a little cold, as there was no quilt, only a pathetic paper thin blanket to keep me warm. Have to go shopping for one while I do grocery shopping as well. Back to topic, I am changing rooms! I woke up in the morning, disturbed by chatter outside my room. Apparently, Teresa is showing the place around to another potential tenant. Guess what, that "potential tenant" is a girl from AUSMAT as well!

Small world
So, I was listening to Teresa giving details about the rooms. There is this huge room, meant for 2 (converted from a living room). It only cost $175 per week, cheaper than my tiny single bedroom by $15 per week! So that means, I am keeping close to my $150-$170 budget. Yippee. Believe me, it is not an easy budget to keep. I am so lucky to even find such a lovely place with such a tight budget. Other places were mostly ... pathetic at this price.

One good example:
I saw a place where it was advertised "partitioned room". I was like ok, it will be small, probably a flimsy wood wall to partition the room apart from some other space. As long as it is cheap, I can live with that. I went there, and was astounded. 3 big wooden cupboards lamely substitute as walls, separating the room from its living room! thats it?! And there was cockroaches and chocolate leaking and uncleaned in the refrigerator! Super DISGUSTING!!!!!
to top that up, the landlady looks like a real doofus, she looked as if she did not know what she was doing all the while.

Anyway, I think Teresa saw that I was interested with the room for 2. And she said,

"since you two already know each other, you guys should share this room."

And walaaa, there you have it, my new mega big room that is cheaper than before. My roomie looks like a nice girl, I only remembered she was in my econs class, and had the impression that she was pretty good at it. So I am going to move into my new room tonight. Check in out!

the current hong kie girl staying in the room is a little messy,
more than me at least. so ya, but check out the spaaaaaaaaaaaace. lol


Hopefully, I will get used to staying with a roomie. Hopefully, we get along well (we are in contract for 6 months, enough time to dig each other's guts out if we hate it).

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

thoughts in departure, and everything foreign


Its been a whirlwind...
Everything happened so fast, I think that leaving for Australia seemed surreal.
I remember saying to LiMay and SuPing in the airport,

"feels like I am sending someone else off."
odd feeling, not a very emotional one for me, just odd.

doesnt mean I will not miss my life, family and friends back in Malaysia though. I will, I was happy with what I have then. Content actually. Australia is just a means to fulfill another desired dream of mine, independance. It is not about being free from the watchful eyes of parents, just knowing that Australia can teach me to stand on my own two feet. No family, maid and friends to support me when I am down. Something like that...
Anyway, I decided not to be too hasty in declaring my new, simple blog. Never know, I might not be able to maintain one for long. Who knows, maybe I will forget the password again. So friends in Malaysia, don't freak out it you find out yourself. I just feel like I want this blog to age a little first.