A tribute to my Lord

It has been five months or so since I first stepped on this piece of land. I have been having ups and downs but thanks Lord you never leave me nor forsake me as you clearly revealed yourself to the prophets and kings before me by showing how you love them, with action and mercy.

HE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD
Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want;
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters;
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness
for His name's sake.

Even though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil;
for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life;
and I shall dwell in the house of the
Lord forever.

Thank you, Lord for always leading me back to your side whenever I got lost in my journey of life, like a sheep who has forgotten the way back to its shepherd after being tempted by the mundane thing.

Thank you, Lord for having mercies on my soul whenever I am pleading for your forgiveness.

Thank you, Lord for your unceasing blessing in abundance whenever and wherever I am.

Thank you, Lord for being the only comforter I can get whenever I feel hurtfully upset.

Thank you, Lord, you never leave me alone to deal with the trials. Your holy spirit will always lead me though.

Thank you, Lord for presenting yourself to me as the best gift in this worldly Earth. I can't do anything if I were to lose you, that's for sure.

I love you, Lord :)

God bless me with Flying Colors

It's been a while since I last shared things about my life as a pharmacy student-to-be. I just wanna update my readers on how the things have gone, whether they seem good or bad to me.

It's a good tiding this time, to me, anyway. :D

To my surprise, I've successfully secured the 3 asterisks for Biology, Chemistry and Maths. Failing to get an asterisk for Physics is just predictable so I have no special feeling about it when I got to know it's not with an * beside the (A). I'm glad anyway cos overall I'm still an A-student for my A2 Physics though am not as good as some of my really extremist-like mates who have got A* and all full marks (they have robot-built brains, indeed)

Just to make this post much nicer to see (Sorry, I didn't mean to show off, haha), I have captured a copy of my result slip and share it here:

I'm very, very contented with my results though they were not as well as those that some of us could get. I'm just ordinary, having this extraordinary results is really a blessing from GOD. I can't deny that I really have had all my efforts into getting these good results but what's more undeniable would be the efforts of our lecturers who were really striving hard to bring us to the line of perfection (as some had requested).

If the lecturers happen to see my blog or this post in the future, I would like to express my gratitude here. I would like to say million thanks to Ms Law, Ms Chua, Mr Chan, Mr Ng and even Mr Fong (though I always played truant during his class) for without their dedication and patience in dealing with us, these so-called JPA-troublemakers, we won't have today.

These words are not superficially-written, they're from my heart.

I might not be able to repay what you have done for me but God will.

Thanks again and may God be with you always :)

So What?

I have had and will have many of my first times happening in Kuala Lumpur, in this city of temptation where I don't really belong to though I wish to. I hail from a shabby kampong where a life over there is simple and even people who are considered fashionable with their so-called punk-fashionably dressings are nothing but 38. How could they regard themselves to be the heights of fashion and sophiscation when they're wearing clothes which had been sold here for months already?

I'd just given my another first-time to Dream this evening - hanging out with her and friends for singing in a karaoke bar in conjunction with her birthday on 4th of Novemeber. An indeed memorable day for a kampong boy like me, with free food, drinks, long couchs comfortable for sleeping, microphones, speakers, song-selector and most importantly friends who're insanely keen on singing. Thanks to Dream and her mum for this golden chance and I guess I might not have another in the future.

Everyone's so cool, except me when coming to karaoke-singing. I guess I was just lack of courage and confidence when trying to deal with something which's totally new to me. Throughout this evening, I'd actually enjoyed myself very much though I didn't really display it. From my friends who couldn't really and didn't really want to stop singing, I've learnt a new definition for the term 'all-rounder'. All-rounders shouldn't only be good in everything that's recognized as 'good deeds' by the people but also need to show some knowledge in others which are the opposites. Ming was right, I was afraid and unsure of myself when coming to something that I'd never been experiencing before. I flinched at touches of anybody, flinching away from anything completely new to me and leading myself a solitary existence.

On the way back to Angkasa, I pondered over the trembling excitement that everybody had had just now and I found that I could really be like them, making myself more enjoyful by mimicing their reaction of singing, shouting and screaming in front of everyone with a microphone confidently held in hands. I am also aware that I've actually many songs to share. I like many songs by Backstreet Boys, Jay Chou and SHE and I know I can sing them providing the lyrics are given. Due to my timidity, I have been losing many opportunities which may not happen to me again in the rest of my life.

I recollected how I had been spending alone with the songs I like in the bathroom or somewhere else with nobody. I would always stop singing immediately after every bath or during when somebody has suddenly invaded into my safety zone. I am terribly afraid that my voices and my actions would make me blush and bring me howls of derision from the others.

This fear has been torturing me for years. I really envy those who can lead a life with no fear. I like to be somebody who can take challenges and adapt to the new changes. In fact, I should actually forget what I was, I need to change, never looking back at the bad things which had been happening all this while.

God, please help me to change~ I need faith and confidence.

Awaiting True Love 3

It's finally tomorrow when the 2nd season of Relax Camp is going to rock a total of 150 campers and 20 workers. Also, it's the day when I can look with pride at all my designs displayed on these 170 people from the T-shirts and name-cards they are gonna to put on apart from the slide-show which will play in between the activities.

Thanks to God for His grace that the preparation works have finally come to an end and we're praying that tomorrow will be a fine day for this whole half-day camp to be successfully held. We also hope that God can, through this camp, deliver what He wants us and all these youngsters with futures to understand.

Awaiting true love. A good title which would indeed please everyone. I guess it's from verses 4-8, Chapter 13 of first Corinthians.

4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. ⁸Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

May God bless the speaker of the day, Rev. Wah, with wisdom and also all of us with an open heart so that we can always abide by God's words and live them out.

Let's see what I have had for the slide-shows. Colourful variations of the main theme design!

A self-fooling action - Abolishment of PPSMI

‘I’m now announcing that we’re going to abolish our dearly revolting PPSMI,”.

PPSMI stands for Pembelajaran dan Pengajaran Sains dan Matematik dalam Bahasa Inggeris, literally translates as Learning and Teaching Science and Mathematics in or using English. It’d been introduced since 2003 and was a proposal of our dearest ex-prime minister, i.e. Dr. M. Students who had done their UPSR in 2002 or started their primary education would have been the first to acquire their scientific and mathematical knowledge in secondary language.

English is indeed a secondary language in Malaysia and it’s really enjoying its privilege of the middle class. We don’t talk about other languages, which are either of upper class or lower class in the society as they are unrelated over this topic.

Reestablishment of PPSMM has, again, downgraded the status of this language.

It’s alleged that the implementation of PPSMI over this half decade had degraded its students, particularly in Science and Mathematics, which are currently learned and taught in English. And some politically correct social members are reckoning that this measure itself has been a failure of Malaysian schooling system since 2003 as it’s not hitting the spot, i.e. to polish up the ability of young citizens in mastery of this language.

It’s just a matter of time and I would regard them as teething troubles which would predictably happen in the early stage of this introduction.

I’m saying this in my experience. I’m the first secondary batch receiving this special treat. Candidly, I think the benefits brought by this scheme outweigh the disadvantages. At the very least, it has allowed its students to have more references from other resources. For instance, the textbooks used in other English-speaking countries can be treated as reference books for Malaysian students. Add to that the English scientific terms from those books would be easily comprehended without the need for translation; we can actually have all the latest facts and figures at our fingertips.

Not to trigger off a feeling of racial inequality, the legislation of learning those subjects in Bahasa Malaysia would be just an unreasonable and unjust option for non-bumiputras.

Let’s take a look on what happened before 2003. In our six-year primary schooling, we’re firming up our foundation in the basics of languages, sciences and arts using our own mother tongues. Apart from endeavoring to get a grasp on the arithmetic and sciences, we would have to master own tongue as well as other lingoes.

Soon after this, we learned everything in our national language, which’s still considered a somewhat unfamiliar language for non-bumi like us, even after six years of learning. It’s when we’re undergoing a significant shift in our means of acquisition of new and more advanced knowledge. It’s also when many among us had dropped out as they’re not linguistically strong enough to be selected for.

As for those who’d luckily been selected for, the selection did come at a price – we did sacrifice our time, money and strength to make firm our grip of this language so that we could excel in other subjects through this language.

Nevertheless, the percentage of sacrifice makers is less than thirty percents. Most among us were using the national language throughout their 11 years of compulsory education. It’s therefore explicable that even more had dropped out after the establishment of PPSMI.

Meanwhile, this scheme had caused not much affliction on the thirty percents as they still have to accommodate to the transformation and this transformation does not differ much from the one happened formerly.

From a student’s standpoint, I would prefer to suffer now than to suffer in the future for a longer time, perhaps the whole life ahead of me.

I don’t fancy our Ministry of Education to exterminate the scheme as well as to carry on with the scheme for primary education.

It’s after all making the young pupils more stressful as they need to master all three languages fully together before they can do well in others. I suppose letting the native language to predominate among the small children would be a better way of building the all-important foundation.

We should keep on with the scheme for secondary education as the children should have learned how to adapt as they are moving from childhood to adolescent stage of growth. Otherwise, they won’t be competitive enough to take on the oncoming challenges.

The decision of the ministry on increasing the number of English teachers as well as the length of time or period for English classes in primary, secondary and tertiary educational institutions is indeed commendable. This is rather a practical action of achieving greater English level among Malaysian students.

We should always take peeks and emulate the successes of other countries in their education system. Positive attitudes towards our education are also of crucial importance. Stop behaving as if you deserve better. You should muse on what adaptations you should have to every single problem that hits you.

There are still 2.5 years for the ministry to change their mind.
Don’t be an escapist or the fox that described the grapes as sour just because it couldn’t reach them.

Awaiting True Love

Spent several hours, a T-shirt specially designed for the upcoming event in August, namely Relax Camp Season 2 by Methodist Intermediate Fellowship of Pantai Remis Chinese Methodist Church (link) has eventually made its way out. (Hooray! Let's give it a rapturous welcome!)

I still can't seem to get my failure, which happened last year, in relation to this, out of my mind. My paper design for last year's event was perfect but the output'd the oppsite effect. I felt indeed wretched about the way things had turned out. Perhaps constraint on spending money and time for the release of the design were the direct factors of this mishap.

In this year, I'm reassured that any restriction regarding this has been driven off, so I won't have to be frustrated again.

Let's see what I had had last year:

This is the front view of one of my T-shirt designs last year for the event, which had taken place several days before I departed for Cheras on the last day of June. The output was utterly different from what's in the plan. I felt awkward when was bombarded unceasingly with questions for this hideous T-shirt.

For the reason above, most of the community members (specially set up for this event for this 2nd season) had requested a T-shirt designing contest as to have more choices for the better T-shirt. Though it's brought out with a somewhat sarcastic twist, it's still acceptably fair for everyone, and a lot more significant for discovering the hidden talents of the other members.

Anyhow, I thank god for this year's design. It wouldn't have happened so smoothly if no blessing's given to me. Tada!

This is another major breakthrough of mine. The front and the back parts of the T-shirt are put together to give a rough idea about how it will appear when it's put on. There're in fact two curvy motifs joining together to give a heart shape, in conformity with this year's theme:

Awaiting True Love 真爱要等待

Front view of the design. I fancy the front view, particularly the curvy motif.
It's streaked yellow-white gradient to make it sparkle in the black.

Back view of the design, the date of the event's well-written there.
I just pray that I won't have to change anything hereafter

A breakthrough 2 (돌파구 2)

Here are some designs I've just finished minutes ago for the coming event, held by UCSI Hope Revive Club. It had indeed taken my whole day long.



I hope that Kayrin won't ask for something that I can't reach. :@
Sweet dream :)

A Story for You to Live by

I don't particularly like to read the forwarded messages from my friends. Due to inconvenience in accessing Internet when I was in Cheras, I did't really check my Yahoo or Hotmail as often as normal ones will do. Usually after weeks, my mailboxes would be stuffed with these junks: You've 151 unreaded messages in your inbox (I am sorry to regard them this way as it's totally a no-no for me to read them all together at one time).

Anyway, I'm on holiday now until 13th of July and so I am free enough to check mails everyday and even twice or thrice per day. So those forwarded ones being received within this period of time will be entertained with great appreciation. (Sorry for those who're kind to deliver their cool messages to me when I's in Cheras, it's definitely bad to delete others' messages without skimming through, thanks a bunch :D)

An indeed well-written story for you to live by below. Read carefully and reflect on it

There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.'

有一位瞎女很討厭自己因為眼睛瞎了。她也討厭每個人，唯一不討厭的是她的男朋友，因為他都常守在她身旁。於是她對她的男朋友說：「如果能讓我看到這個世界，我愿意嫁給你！」

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.

有一天，有人捐了一對眼精給她。當紗布解開時，她能夠看到一切，包括她的男朋友。

He asked her, 'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.

男朋友問她：「現在你可以看到這世界，你愿意嫁給我嗎？」那女孩看了男朋友是個瞎子，他那對蓋上眼皮的眼睛嚇到了她，這是她無法想像。她想：要我嫁給他而一生對着他這個樣子，我無法接受。

Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'

於是，她的男朋友很傷心的離開她，幾天後寫了字條給她：「親愛的，請你好好照顧你的眼睛，因為它不是屬於你的之前，它是屬於我的。」

This is how the human brain often works when our status changes.
Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations.

這也是人的腦會如何做當情況有所變動。只有少許人會記得他或她之前的生活及誰會在身旁當他或她處在困境的時候

Life Is a Gift

生命是一份禮物

Today
before you say an unkind word - Think of someone who can't speak.
今天，當你要講一句不善之言－－請想想那些無法講話的人

Before
you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone who has nothing to eat.....
當你要埋怨食物的味道時－－請想想那些沒有食物吃的人

Before
you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone who's crying out to GOD for a companion.
當你要埋怨你的先生或太太時－－請想想那些在向上天哭訴要一個伴侶的人

Today
before you complain about life - Think of someone who died too early on this earth.
今天，當你要埋怨生活時－－請想想那些太早離開人世間的人

Before
you complain about your children - Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.......
當你要埋怨小孩時－－請想想那些渴望小孩而無能生育的人

Before
you argue about your dirty house someone didn't clean or sweep - Think of the people who are living in the streets.
當你要爭論沒有人清理屋子時－－請想想那些住在街邊的人

Before
whining about the distance you drive Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.
當你在哀訴駕駛的路程－－請想想那些同樣的路程以代步的人

And when you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job.
當你很疲備而埋怨工作時－－請想想那些無工作，殘疾的，及那些多麼希望擁有你這份工作的人

But
before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another - Remember that not one of us is without sin.
當你想要指著人或互相譴責時－－請記得沒有一個人是無罪

And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down - Put a smile on your face and think: you're alive and still around.....
當壓抑的念頭讓你無法振作時－－請你笑一笑想想：你還活著存在世間！

I will remember them always. Think before you act.

My Journey as a Pharmacist (약사로서 나의 여정) 3

I’ve only a few words as a comment for my 4th day here on attachment, i.e. I’m bored to death.

Mr. Ong’s somewhat free from my observations. Apart from sitting for newspaper and surfing Internet for some own business unrelated to his job, he’s prompt in taking his meals. (I really hope he won’t have read this post by chance in the future or else the consequence will be too ghastly to think about.)

Anyhow, he deserves a simple life like this. Most of my friends and relatives had always questioned me about my decision to be a pharmacist. My refusal to select medicine or dentistry seemed to have puzzled them quite a lot.

I visited ReCom and became a member of this Internet community last year in April. It’s a cool forum-styled website with plenty of useful educational information. It’s really expanded and widened my pupils so as to let all the new images that I’d never seen to enter my eyes and then my brain. Besides giving me some precious knowledge, it also affected my mindset in a positive way after thousands of posts by the veteran ReCommers had been skimmed through.

I guess it also had inflicted some ‘damage’ to my confidence hereafter of choosing to be a doctor or dentist. Accordingly, I chose pharmacy.

The idea of choosing pharmacy came into my mind only when I couldn’t find a way to be a doctor or a dentist. This‘s a shame. I’ve been underestimating the roles of a pharmacist.
I’d done a mistake, much to my regret.

Have I ever asked myself that I’m suitably qualified for a pharmacist?
Before making this decision, there’re actually quite a number of issues to be dealt with:

Am I careful about detail and thorough in completing work tasks?
Am I reliable, responsible, and dependable, and able to fulfill obligations?
Am I honest and ethical?
Am I able to accept criticism and deal calmly and effectively with high stress situations?
Am I sensitive enough to others' needs and feelings and being understanding and helpful?
Am I able to be pleasant with others on the job and be able to display a good-natured, cooperative attitude?
Am I analytical enough?
Am I independent?
Am I able to maintain composure, keep emotions in check, control anger, and avoid aggressive behavior, even in very difficult situations?
Am I being open to change (positive or negative) and to considerable variety in the workplace?
Am I willing to take on responsibilities and challenges?
Am I able to work with others rather than alone, and being personally connected with others on the job?

No. I’m not.

Despite a retail pharmacy to which I’m attached, it had really taught me an invaluable lesson that I shouldn’t judge the nobility of an occupation with its title. Every job’s noble as long as it’s a contributor to harmony and peace.

I can see there’s still a long, tough and hard way for me to go through. Be brave. God, please help me.

A breakthrough 돌파구

A draft-design for the upcoming event, held by Hope Revive Club.

Being a graphic designer is another castle I am building in the air

Full Moon 보름달

Full moon
Explicitly illuminating
All his accountabilities,
And his old stories;

Full moon
Jogging his memory
As if it’s a raconteur;

A boy used to be diminutive,
Encountering difficulties,
Developing his skull-penetrating skills,
Wishing for encouragements,
Not counting his passionate advocates.

Never forgetting his recurrent contemplation,
Of ways and schemes;
To give the poor inexperienced thing –
Himself a chance to learn
Exactly how he could glide through his.

Full moon,
Telling off the little boy
With plenty of moxie,
About in what manner he should and shouldn’t,
As though it’s the one bringing forth to him;

A boy used to make no efforts to obey,
A boy used to love glumness,
A boy used to moaning and groaning,
For being unfairly treated;

A boy used to be forgetful,
A boy used to petty jealousy and squabbles,
A boy used to have rubber-like temperament,
So any stress-exerting endeavor would just fall flat;

Full moon
Signifying the significance of unity
Proving that a sorrowful look wasn’t a good one,
And life ain’t full of somber occasions,
A crescent and a new one wouldn’t stay any longer.

Full moon
Putting forward a number of suggestions,
As well as appeasing the angry boy by showing its fineries.
Doping the disposition with steel,
Not because to make his a callous one;
Just to make him tough and strong.

Full moon
Reminiscing his days,
Ringing a bell loudly about,
His enormous clangers,
Teaching like a reverend;
About God’s words

I was having peaceful mind on that morning, being rejoiced at the sight of the lovely full moon.
As the saying goes, early bird catches the worm, I was somehow proving it was true when early man like me would have the occasion for this fantastic scenery of dawn.
And, I wrote this poem though it ain't any poem worthy of reading. :)

Her Acute Anxiety, Depression and Insomnia 그녀같은걱정, 우울과 불면

She was left alone six months ago in her own residence as if she had to put in quarantine for carrying some sort of diseases. The bout of depression she was having all this while and her choice to abandon herself to grief had caused her life more sufferings and pains.
On the day before she felt like her life of misery was going to be taken away like extinguishing a fire, he returned home. She was rescued and she rejoiced at the newest change in her life – as he had taken an oath of ‘not-going-to-leave-you-again’ to her as if she was the queen of his.

She held covetous stares on him, as though she’s saying ‘Don’t leave me’. Unforeseen by her, he agreed.

She soon knew that the relationship would become less easy once he was going to be lumbered with his endless responsibilities. She had an awful feeling and was afraid of any dreadful news that might be received like a letter delivered by a mailman who would never have done any mistakes. She was contemplating having a talk with him. She should, indeed, she knew that.
She was too ordinary to resist the lure of happiness. And he was her happiness…

P/S: My examination is on today, I have to leave her for a while.

My MSSP 돈을 아끼고…

MSSP stands for My Scrimping and Saving Program. Cool, isn’t it?
I am actually given roughly RM 500 per month, comprising my own allowance by my sponsor and also some pocket money from my grandma and my mum.
A compelling reason has latterly made me start my MSSP. I am not sure whether or not my bloggie passengers have noticed one of my sections: 'Am I reading?' (Just changed the name, formerly Bookworms), the fiction books being read are getting more and more lately.
I don’t know why but admittedly, I have just fallen in love with books.

I am not completely a realist though, but I know that if I really wish to read a lot, I need to buy myself those pricey yet entertaining fictions. It would not be pleasant to my avid-reader friends to lend their books to me all the way.

MSSP, besides permitting me to cut on my daily expenditure on food and daily stuffs, which could not be so useful yet I still want to keep them in my collection, but also gladdening my heart as I will have acquired new books without having to fill myself with dismay (for I am a not-so-austere cheapskate =_=”).

By the way, I have an antipathy towards poetic and historical books. +_+

Cheers!

Freedom or Repression? 자유, 또는 억압?

A quote from the Bible Scripture: Genesis 3: 1 – 6, carrying an implication being that Jehovah, our God always gives us freedom for any deeds we would like to have in our everyday life.

… Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden. And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden. But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die. And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die: For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil. And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit, thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat…

Just like what have been depicted in the scripture, the Mighty one created the forbidden fruits, letting the first man and woman to choose whether or not they want to have. The first human beings had chosen to take the forbidden fruits and therefore, they anyhow needed to bear much of the responsibility for the path they had picked. Adam and Eve were led by their actions into slavery, being trussed up by sins.

I am always envisioning what our relationship with God will be if they did not opt for the wrong way. ‘Will all the human beings still live in Eden, the place of happiness?’

Human beings are born with original sin and are always under Satan’s enticement into committing sins. Some are vulnerable to it while some are immune to it. Again, a choice is awaiting our decision.

Dear Father, I understand the real meaning of freedom given and I hope my choice won’t be the one leading me to servitude. Please forgive me my debts as I forgive my debtors. And please, God, lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.

Be Bold, Man!

How you define the word 'bold'? Bold does not mean radical, but it is an appropriate adjective to be used when coming to wikis. The following shows a quote from an article of Wikiversity:

Wikis only work if people are bold. Go ahead and change something here by editing something there, correcting a mistake or by adding a new perspective or improving the language, whatever you like, as long as it is not a bad edit like vandalism. Wiki is what you are expected to do. Even if it is not the best it can be it is still good to put something down because chances are other people will come along and help improve it. Over time, things improve. Surprisingly, it is something that actually works as long as civility is maintained.

You'll quickly notice the natural and understandable impulse of authors to "own" and protect their writing; this is counterproductive when it comes to wikis. It is a good idea to get rid of that tendency by being open to other people's edits. That's the only way a page will improve over time. Think about it: you might not know every perspective and every angle of a subject. Regardless of how thoughtfully you work, an additional set of eyes will always find something to improve. So be bold not just when editing other pages but accept it on your "own" as well.

Every visitor to my blog is free to treat this blog as a wiki, whereby my guests can give your comments about each post of my blog, probably doing something as mentioned above as an indirect way of editing my blog. Let's us form a community devoted to collaborative learning and treat my blog as your "own" as well! :)