I generally feel uncomfortable talking about people. I can't stand the cynical undertone which usually perfuse the entire conversation.
So there's this Singaporean friend. Nice person. Easy to communicate since, you know, he's Singaporean I'm Malaysian. Totally understand my lah's and ma's. (But you know la, each person is different, and sometimes their difference just happens to irk me. Please don't judge him by this post ok.)
So we share this mutual friend (Steven), or rather acquaintance, whom I personally find comfortable to be with, though socially awkward at times. That said, I'm not a social butterfly in the first place.
So whenever I brought up this topic about this mutual friend (international student), the Singaporean will comment on how weird he is. And I'd be like, "no...he's such a nice person". I mean, c'mon, is it really weird to follow a friend back to his dorm after having dinner together while engaging in a conversation?
Singaporean: But is it normal....to follow people back to their dorm...
Me: I would have done the same if I were in that situation. I mean, like now, we're talking, so it's natural to just follow you la, even if my room is at another side of the campus. (i'm stuyding at a small college. Every place is within 10-minute walking distance.)
Singaporean:(ok whatever)
Dropped the topic.
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Another American "weird guy" -- Collin
Singaporean: I know he's very smart, but he's weird.
Me: (enthusiastically) But he's so smart!!! (I took the same math class with Collin)
Another Malaysian girl: And he sang everything in the class. Like everything!(course: Music in TV)
Me: But I like his voice. (heard him singing theme song of Pokemon before, lol)
Singaporean: He shouldn't be here. A person smart like him should be in MIT. The reason he wasn't accepted was because he didn't do his homework and so his grades suffered.
Me: (suddenly tulan the Singaporean) Why MIT?
Singaporean: Because he applied there?
Me: Yeah. He also applied to Yale and so many other schools. Why should he be in MIT?!
Singaporean: Ok fine. MIT or Yale or anywhere.
Me: (resist the urge to roll eyes.)
That said, MIT does have a healthy reputation of being nerdy. But nerd is great.
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And yesterday, Steven, Collin and I just walked around the campus while sembang-ing! It all started with Steven asking Collin, "so...what do you want to do? Do you want to come to my dorm?" LOL.
Don't know what the Singaporean would think if he knew.
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Conclusion: I worship smart people. == It just became clear.
Still remember the observation made by my cousin-in-law:
Cousin-in-law: 我发现DeluSion他很渴望从人家身上吸取知识。一旦你告诉他一些他不知道的东西,他就会一直缠住你,你就可以掌握他的注意力,然后......控制住他!!!
Cousin-in-law's wife, i.e. Cousin: ==
Friday, September 30, 2011
Macam Macam
Monday, September 26, 2011
Trauma
I was reading a book on the emotional trauma went through by western/American gay men. One of those are betrayal by their first lovers (cheating etc), which the author pointed out may have a long-term effect on the psychology of gay men bla bla.
What I'm going to write on has nothing to do with sexuality though. The diagnostic criteria for "trauma", as written in the book were as follows:
1. Reliving the trauma: This can happen through nightmares, flashbacks, or reexperiencing as a result of being in the presence of stimuli reminiscent of the traumatic event.
2. Efforts to avoid thoughts or feelings that are associated with trauma.
3. Efforts to avoid activities or situations that arouse memories of the trauma.
4. Inability to remember some important aspect of the trauma.
5. Marked reduced interest in important activities.
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9. Hypervigilance (heightened sensitivity to possible traumatic stimuli).
When I read those, I immediately recalled this particular encounter with my form-6 math teacher. Sure enough, I dreamed about the teacher again, and he was yelling at me (and me yelling back) in the dream.
It has been more than one year, but every time I recall this incident, I still feel the angst and sorrow for having it to happen. The reason this conflict with the teacher had such a traumatic effect on me was because, of all the form-6 teachers, I was the least defensive to him (对他最没有戒心)。He was the type of teacher who came in class, taught, and left. He knew the subject he taught, and there were not much gossip or idle "sembang-ing" from him in class. Before the incident, if I had been asked who were the teacher I respected the most, I would probably say him. At that time, for some reasons, some teachers didn't really like me and passed bad comments about me, so I really appreciated a teacher who could just keep the teacher-student relation simple and professional.
But in the end, I was verbally abused by the same teacher for like 10 minutes. No, I let him verbally abuse me by choosing to remain in the room despite the crazy insults and accusations.
Even till this day, despite recognizing the knowledge he imparted (which I would have acquired myself if he had not), there was still so much angst for him, so much that I want him to die, to disappear. If I know he dies I will feel relieved from the implosions of shame inside me. Only if he dies I would forgive myself for my naivety.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Not My Intention
8:59 a.m. - Woke up. Shit, Physics on 9 a.m. So sleepy...can I skip class? Ok I'll skip, I wouldn't learn anything even if I went since I was so tired and sleepy. Ok, I'll go to the Organic Class on 11 a.m. Set my alarm to 10 a.m.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Update
I really shouldn't be blogging.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
O!M!G! I Love this!
http://youtu.be/G51k-Kq61C8
Thursday, September 01, 2011
Fun Home
It's a book by Alison Bechdel, some sort of graphical memoir of her distant father, whom she found out to be gay/bisexual after she came out to her family as a lesbian.