Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Thursday, December 18, 2008
First up, a few birthday wishes.
12/12- Happy Birthday Debbie. Sorry I didn't get to tell you on the day itself. I just finished my semester and was busy moving to a new house. Not to mention that house got robbed on the first night -.-. Best wishes!
15/12- Happy Birthday Cindy. Haven't seen you in like a month. Geez. Missing you a lot. Best wishes, and God bless. And you owe me a date when you're free!
17/12- Happy Birthday Miki. You're still one immature brat, but a good friend overall. Best wishes, and please make up your damn mind for everything you do -.-.
Okay, now that's settled. Updates! I've been a little lazy to update lately. Well, on Friday, I passed up my storybook at last. I did not sleep a wink at all on Thursday to finish it. Not even one second's worth of sleep. I'm quite pleased with it, and was quite amazed I could do it to that quality, when I thought it would be much worse. My cover for the printed version however, wasn't that nice, so oh well. We also had our painting test later on. For some reason, I actually had a mood to do it, despite it being the last day, 'cause usually I'd be moodless to draw and paint on the last day. However, I did quite well, and its my best painting I've done all semester, to the point it got quite a few people's attention. Yay! But why couldn't I paint at this level for all the previous weeks -.-. Nevermind... pleased I really did my best and was proud of it. Feel like showing my semester's artwork here too, but not with this connection. Maybe when I visit Singapore. Hmmm?
My weekend had Pastor Rob Buckingham (gotta love his surname), who preached about the relevance of the gospel, and it was really good. The title may sound simple, but it was really in depth. I attended the Sunday service though, 'cause I was moving stuff on Saturday to my new house in Cheras.
Okay, I guess I should clear up some things for some people who might be a little confused. When I said I moved to KL, I didn't move to KL per se. KL is the main city, considered a municipality by itself, so its like a state itself. I actually lived in Subang, a suburb which is part of the state of Selangor, which pretty much surrounds KL but not part of KL. There are other suburbs too, such as Petaling Jaya, Kelana Jaya (actually, I lived in Subang Jaya. Any other Jaya's?) Puchong and a lot more I'm lazy to say. Cheras is also another area, but it's actually within KL itself. So now I officially live in KL, and not "near" KL like last time. Many people here are very particular about KL, 'cause when you say KL, they take it as the city itself, and not the area around it. I'm too lazy to be bothered (heck, my church up here is City Harvest Church KL even though its in Sunway area, which is almost synonymous with Subang) and even though Kuala Lumpurians and Subangians and whatever-Jayans correct me, I still say the same thing: I don't give a damn.
Right. Anyhoo, on my first night in Cheras, I went to Miki's house to do some owed assignments and went home at 4am. I slept around 5am, and woke up at 7am for the service (chronology error, I know, shoot me). When I woke up and Issey had arrived to pick me up though, I couldn't find my shoes! I looked around and around but they were nowhere to be found. Then I realized that the front and back doors were opened, and the house keys weren't at the usual place. I woke up my mom asking if she had seen my shoes, and later we realized they had been stolen. Yeah, stolen. They didn't steal the TV, the boombox, or even the car (we found the car keys thrown on the lawn), but they stole my shoes, uncle Ben's shoes, Zoe's slippers, and a pen plus some change left on the table. Morons! Why my new shoes?! Okay, I'm thankful to God at the same time. They didn't steal anything major (especially the car, when they had taken the car keys). Whew! We found the evidence of how they broke in though. We found a long stick, with a hook at the end. They must've used it and hooked the keys off, 'cause since it was the first night there were no spare keys and we left it in the living room so we could use it if we needed.
Now we've all got our own keys we keep in the room, and we lock the doors (every single thing) shut when we go in or out of the house. It made some funny laughs though. I had to wear slippers since my shoes were gone, and the cellgroup members called various people to borrow size 10 shoes. Unfortunately, no one has that size, and the closest I could get was 9. Still fitted well though. It felt stupid though, 'cause I purposely dressed nice for the day, and I ended up wearing white Adidas sports shoes with my attire, geez!
Anyway, I was online and I found some interesting news. Firstly, the world's friendliest countries.
The top three are Canada, Germany and Australia, in order. Woots!
The study surveyed 2,155 expats in 48 countries, spanning four continents, between February and April 2008. Respondents rated their country in four categories: ability to befriend locals, number that joined a community group, number that learned the language and percentage that bought property.
Canada is the most welcoming; almost 95% of respondents to HSBC Bank International's Expat Exploreer Survey, released today, said they have made friends with locals. In Germany, 92% were so lucky and in Australia 91% befriended those living there. The United Arab Emirates was found to be the most difficult for expats; only 54% of those surveyed said they'd made friends with locals.
China, India and United Arab Emirates scored low overall.
This is from Forbes (yeah... THE Forbes) so you know its true. I did some more research and it seems that nearly all the Arab countries are low on friendliness (why am I not surprised, when owning a Bible is enough reason to execute you, in nearly all their countries). Traditional, conservative Asians don't fare much better either, although those significantly developed are not bad. Western countries come out on top compared to the rest of the world, and Canadians are first. Yeah man!
It's no wonder they likely find Canada so welcoming. It has an accessible language, diverse culture and low levels of government corruption, says Patricia Linderman, editor of Tales from a Small Planet, an online newsletter for expats.
It also has other expats. This is important, Linderman says, since even the most gracious locals already have busy, established lives and can be unwilling to put in the effort to befriend someone they know could leave within several years.
Okay... I typed quite a bit. And since typing is communicating, I thought I'd add in one more bit of info I found about communication.
You know thousands of words. Jane Austen uses more than 6,000 different words in Pride and Prejudice, and you can read them all without the slightest problem. In fact, your passive reading vocabulary probably exceeds 10,000 words. On the other hand, your active vocabulary -- the words you use in everyday speech -- is much more limited. On an average day you'll probably get by on a few hundred words. And those words say a lot about you: your sex, age, and social class.
These are the top three fingerprint words in women's conversation by academic researchers: she, her, said. And the three words most characteristic of man-to-man conversation: f***ing, er (uh, eh), the.