Thoughts: Anthropomorphism

I remember reading one of Ellen Whyte's recent stories on her weekly Katz Tales in the Star, where her resident cats each reacted differently to a new and temporary house guest, a tortoise. One couldn't be bothered, one made friends with the guest, while another was scared witless, even after the tortoise was released.

Below that column was a small piece about anthropomorphism - the attributing of human characteristics to animals and gods, among other things. So the question now begs: do animals have feelings just like us?

One part of society thinks so. If not, why do they go great lengths in providing the best for their pets? Why else would they shower their affection on their fuzzy (or furry, or scaly, etc) friends? It's pretty obvious both master and pet share a unique chemistry between one another. And we all know how it hurts when a family pet passes away after being with them for so long.

Then we have the few who treat them as they are. I'm sure we all loathe them for what they do to their pets just to make sure they behave.

And of course, let's not forget the scumbags who let their pets suffer and die in the most horrible ways possible. They deserve a place in hell.

But I digress: do they actually emote? Science argues that it's all instinctive behavior. I, like many others, think otherwise. But this debate has been going on for so long it's hard to actually side with one party when there's so much evidence being laid down by people all over the globe.

What do you think? Share your thoughts with me. (Though I'm positive everyone would agree animals do feel!) Maybe I might group everyone's say and send it over to Ellen Whyte to be published in the Star. Well, hopefully.

Plans?

Not really sure yet.

First there's Convention coming up around the 16th or 17th. That's 5 days of fun and learning at the LSC that I can't wait to join up for.

Then there's free guitar lessons over at the FGA. So I'm thinking, 'Why not?' If, of course, I can get my own guitar or lend one from someone.

Then there's work. Planning to go Maxis, but... I need to call the person in charge soon, or maybe I won't have a place anymore.

Of course, there's more FT activities to be held next year, like the one I planned to do this year. Hopefully, if time permits then I will definitely go for them.

So that's it for now. If anything else... I might consider.

Cheers all.

I Heart Coldplay

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My love for the music of Coldplay has been spiking over the weeks ever since I heard Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall play on the radio - plus watching the official MV for the song. In fact, I've begun to cram my phone's memory card with as many studio releases of the songs from their upcoming album Mylo Xyloto. (Coming 24th October!) And of course, I've been going down memory lane as well by revisiting their songs from recent albums (Viva La Vida, Prospekt's March) and previous ones. (X&Y, A Rush Of Blood To The Head)

It's great to see Chris Martin and the boys back in action, bringing back their trademark style of music-making that has defined the band's name in alternative pop. Anyway, here's a list of a few hits which still remain the most popular in my heart. (And in my head)

LIFE IN TECHNICOLOR

After watching the video, I can't help but feel awed by the sheer brilliance of Coldplay and its music. The video itself is a cute production, with the band members each played by a puppet and performing in front of a party, while its audience looks on in curiosity. The music - a combination of the sitar and Coldplay's own modern instruments - is absolutely brilliant, easily captivating listeners to its themes of love through adversity. This truly is a very beautiful song.

EVERY TEARDROP IS A WATERFALL

It's very obvious this song would be on this list. The song is pure magical genius, and the video adds extra awesome-ness to it, with a very interesting blend of graffiti and stop-motion techniques. And also the paint. How many buckets did they use to make the video? And imagine all the effort just to make that 4 minute video, since they added the use of stop-motion. (As seen on most cartoons and, rather recently, Clooney's The Fantastic Mr Fox; it involves the use of taking multiple shots of a scene and combining them together to form an animated clip)

VIVA LA VIDA

From what I've translated, Viva La Vida is Spanish for "Long Live Life" and not "Long Live the King" as I had believed it to be. (NOTE: in fact, 'rey' is Spanish for king; so if it were "Long Live the King" the album would be Viva El Rey or something) But in fact, the song IS about the downfall of a king, from riches to rags. An interesting, meaningful song, plus a video that has the band using a violin and a bell among other instruments, and has all of them wearing French Revolution-era clothing. In fact, the French Revolution theme is a central part of the entire album.

PARADISE

Paradise has a very haunting tune that is, at the same time, full of powerful emotions conveyed through Martin's hypnotic voice and the instruments the band used. The video has the band wearing very silly but cute elephant suits that seem to convey a certain whimsical meaning to the entire video. I haven't delved into the meaning of both the video and lyrics yet, but this song has already left a lasting impression on me on what Coldplay is capable of doing. A recommended tune to listen to.

THE HARDEST PART

I'm not too sure of the connection between the song and the MV, but knowing their unorthodox style of making their MVs, it's understandable. This song definitely deserves to be on my list, as it carries Coldplay's trademark upbeat beats and harmony that gets you moving. But then again, it's just my opinion.

STRAWBERRY SWING

I loved this song. In fact, I acquired it after I first heard it in - of all places - Jusco. But after I saw the amazingly choreographed MV, combining art and stop-motion techniques in one of their most artsy love-song videos yet (and featuring a number of strange characters), my appreciation for the song went up tenfold. I strongly recommend that, if you haven't heard it yet, you watch the video first and then get a copy of the song for your MP3 player.

LOST!

I actually thought the title of the song was "Lost?" for a while. But this is a good song, with a string of inspirational kind of lines (Just because I'm losing / Doesn't mean I'm lost among others) and a very soulful tune. Listening to this, I get the feeling Coldplay must have been doing some experimenting with their songs on Viva La Vida and Prospekt's March before they started working on Mylo Xyloto.

CLOCKS

I didn't really care much for the meaning behind the song. It's just Chris Martin playing the piano so marvelously with the help from the drums and bass later, while dispensing four-line verses of what I would call random thoughts. But who cares? It's music, but most importantly it's good music!

TALK

The music video was... interesting. Well, I found it a bit disturbing when I first saw it, but I guess I was young at the time. (Coming to the moon on a ship; talking to a robot there; etc.) I'd say that Coldplay likes to make its videos differently, coming close to something like an art project of sorts - combining great music with unique art. I think it works.

YELLOW

This was the song that launched Coldplay to fame. And, like millions of others, this was the song that introduced me to a group that took me and their fans on a fantastic musical journey right up until now. And yes, its lyrics are stuck in my head.

CHARLIE BROWN


I just realized that it's the sound of chipmunks on fast forward at the start of the track! Anyway, the one reason I love this song isn't just for Chris Martin's amazing vocals, but also for his bandmates' brilliance with their instruments. When the tune started playing, with the beautiful strings-keyboard combination, I knew that this was one song that I would never forget for the rest of my life.

GOD PUT A SMILE UPON YOUR FACE

This is a very haunting song thanks to its lyrics and the initial vibe the band brought as they played. Of course, towards the end of the song, it reached a very climatic high in the tempo before receding with a satisfying resolution. The MV too is pretty disturbing, featuring a man who slowly fades away into thin air.

THE SCIENTIST

This is another all-time favorite, the song that me and Tihn Chern sang for Teacher's Day just this year. Is it because of its lyrics, singing of forgiveness to the girl whose heart the persona broke? Is it because of Chris Martin's melancholic voice that fits the mood? Is it for the brilliantly done MV played in rewind? Or is it because of the very sombre piano instrumental in the background? I don't know. I just know I love this song more than I even love Every Teardrop.

Lastly, a very sincere thank-you is in due to Ban Siong and Tihn Chern, who helped light my passion for Coldplay's awesome music. You guys rock!

More Thoughts

I confess: lately I've become ever more distant than my classmates than I should. I've noticed that ever since I've begun to see things from a new light, the more I know the further I get from USS3. It hasn't escaped my sight. I know this is happening. Am I powerless to stop it?

Not at all.

Yes, the distance between me and my class is probably as wide as... well, not the Grand Canyon, of course. But it's no surprise, really. Over the months, I've been doing and saying things I shouldn't have - and many that I regret - and in between I've also begun to adopt very radical changes in my life that, I dare say, I would never have thought to adopt. It's like they said: "When you change, you don't stick around with the old. You naturally move on."

Am I right to say that my change has only widened the rift between all my classmates?

It's both yes and no.

Why yes?
Like what I said above, change moves you onward. Whatever that you embraced may or may not remain in you when you make that transition. While I cannot deny many of the Science 3 people have been great friends (you know who you are) I'm afraid that there are some aspects which I cannot fit in well. Don't get me wrong, all of you are wonderful people - full of different personalities that have helped color the class. Unfortunately, that's the reason why I have started to float away. The color I possess will only darken things.

And who wants a whiner in their group anyway?

So if I've been quite the introvert with you guys, then my humblest apologies. But I can't promise I'll try to fit in. I might not. I might never.

And why no?
Only a small handful know that this change I'm going through is necessary. And I have Yoon to thank for his support, both explicit and implicit. If it wasn't for him, I may have dropped out. In fact, it's an irony that I had to force him not to!

Forgive me for the sins I've committed, dear God. And I pray that you, my friends, will know my errs and absolve them from me, for I have seen my faults and I wish to repent. And I do not intend to be like what my father is now, damn his soul. I never intended to walk in his shoes and leave a path of destruction like he has.

Cheers all.

Thoughts: Forgiving II

"To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you."
~ Lewis B. Smedes

This quote rings truth.

Forgiving releases a lot of weight from one's shoulders. But it's not just them who will be relieved. You too benefit from forgiving.

To bear ill will against someone is only going to be the death of you. You pour in so much malice, so much energy, so much thought into hating someone that you don't realize you're actually trapping yourself. It's like going into a cage full of lions, and then locking yourself in with them and throwing the key away.

How would you feel if, somehow, you and your closest friend suddenly had a terrible row and the both of you would not forgive each other? If you were in the wrong, but you failed to admit your fault on your part, how would you feel? And if you regretted and begged for forgiveness, but none was given, how would you feel then?

I know a few of you who are in such a position, or instead may be the offended party. Isn't it time for the bridges to be mended? How long are you going to poison your heart and mind? To what extent will you finally give them forgiveness?

You may tell me it doesn't affect you at all. Does it now? When you look back at your life and realize you'd made the mistake of not forgiving someone for something he/she has done wrong AND could have been easily forgiven, now that you're the wiser? What would you have to say to yourself?

Heed my warning. Let bygones be bygones. Even when it hurts, grant them forgiveness.

Here's a true story (from the Reader's Digest): a woman from the Phillipines by the name of Anna once celebrated Christmas with two orphan kids - seven-year old Orly, and ten-year old Virgie. They had so much fun in the three days they were to stay with them, that her parents called the orphanage to ask for an extension. They got three extra weeks. What fun!

Soon enough, there was talk about adopting them. Young Anna soon realized that with them permanently in the family, all the attention would go to them. She wouldn't have any of it. So she did the unthinkable (for a child of age 11, it seemed a good idea): she began to sideline herself from the family. The ploy worked, and both the orphans went back to the orphanage. The both of them called and called, begging to be adopted, but it was too late. Anna's father feared she would isolate herself again. They never got to adopting them. They didn't dare.

It wasn't until years later that Anna found out about those calls. In her words, "the guilt cut through my insides. I wondered how my immaturity changed their lives." I can't imagine how their lives would have changed, for better or worse.

Anna tried tracing them, but to no avail. It seemed as though they disappeared from the face of the earth.

Anna sums it all up in her final paragraph:

"My only hope of making contact with them is if one day,... a man would in some vague way recognize me. Maybe he would approach and tell me that I seem familiar. I'd look into his eyes and say, "Why yes, we've met. I'm from the family that promised salvation but never followed through." And I'd tell him, "Orly, I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry."

Think about it. Cheers all.

"When you forgive, you in no way change the past - but you sure do change the future."
~ Bernard Meltzer

Thoughts: Forgiving I

"My desire is to be a forgiving, non-judgmental person."
~ Janine Turner

That is what I hope to be one day. It's not an easy path, but I'll get there.

But it's hard to forgive someone, isn't it? We justify ourselves that he/she is in the wrong and I am right. But if a person doesn't make any mistakes, he isn't a mortal anymore - he's God!

I'd say, in terms of faith, God didn't make us perfect for a reason. It's so that we learn from our mistakes and use that experience to make things better in future. In terms of science, logical reasoning needs to mature over time, and thus mistakes we make are only signs that our minds are still growing.

(Correct me if I'm wrong in any of these topics)

After all, to err is human and to forgive is divine. It's best to have at most one enemy than only one friend. Besides, if you and your enemy are the last people alive, how do you expect to rely on each other to survive?

Cheers.

Entries

The nemesis came again

Marching in full force

Could it be over soon?

Could this war come full circle?

For years

I have did battle with it

The nemesis and I

Know each other well

Far too well, in fact

For all our conflict

Has led us to learn of the other's strength

And that of his weakness too

But time and again

I have proven resourceful

Wily and cunning

The nemesis

It learns

Years have flown by

And those years have done little

To whittle its strength

It becomes greater by the day

By the hour

By the minute

By every passing second

Slowly my will falters

With every passing moment

The poisons of the nemesis

Beginning to work

Their dark magicks

Walls crumble and fall

The nemesis pours his malice

His rage and fury

Through the cracks

His minions march relentlessly

While my men

Brave as they are

They are no match to something

Incomparable to the mortal soul

The nemesis knows it will win

But the question is:

When?

One last fortress stands now

The rest all but conquered

Under the banner of the nemesis

The mighty bastion

A firm testament

Of endurance, strength and determination

Manned by hundreds of thousands

Loyal men and women

Willing to give their lives

To defend what is dearest to us

All of us

I watch the horizon

The trails of smoke

Signifying the nemesis's army

Coming from the south

Approximately fifty kilometers

From where I stood

I couldn't help but wonder

What could I expect from this?

Defeat?

Victory?

"It's all up to you"

Says the stranger

Sipping on tea

With scones on the side

Watching the smoke plumes rise

From the campfire next to me

Wait

How is it that he's here?

"Don't you know me well enough by now?"

He grinned

As he always does

I saunter up to him

Troops passing me by

Engrossed with preparations

I take a seat next to him

And he proffers a scone

"It's tasty," he adds

I take one

Hesitantly

Before I open my m0uth to ask

He answers

"It's only a dream after all"

I blink

Is he speaking the truth?

"Of course!

How is it

That you're fighting off

An unspeakable evil

When you're actually

On a train ride

Going somewhere

In hopes of finding answers?"

I blink

He definitely is speaking truth

"What you face now,"

He continues

Another scone down

Sipping his tea

"This nemesis

I believe it's an extension

Of your dark side

Or something you've been hiding

What could it be?

I believe you should tell me that

What are you hiding?"

"My insecurities, stranger

My fears

My doubts

My despair

My loneliness

My...

Well

Essentially, my pessimism

No more, no less

The fight here is

More or less

A metaphorical description

Of the mental battle I wage

Likened to be a real conflict

And

I'm on the losing side"

I finish with a sigh

He offered another scone

As he thought

Of what he should say

It seems so easy

For one like him

To offer advice

"It's a war alright"

He looks around him

At the soldiers pacing up and down

A menagerie of veterans

And brave civilians

"I can imagine

The troops are your mental 'resolve'

The only thing standing

In fear's way

But...

For an army

It seems so insignificant"

"I've told you," I reply

"I'm on the losing side

My morale's never been this low

In fact

It's become a battle

Just to get through a day

Without any bruises or wounds"

"It's funny

You only found out

About your condition

Only days ago

And already you're giving up?

Are you kidding?

You're such a pessimist"

I hang my head

"If you didn't know already

I AM ONE

And there's nothing I can do

To change that fact"

"See a doctor first

Then talk

You haven't even started

And already you're complaining?

You're a joke, boy"

"Listen!"

I stand up in anger

The stranger gazes at me

Not surprised

Perhaps expecting my tantrum?

The others ignore us

As they continue to make ready

For the following

"If you were in my shoes

Then you'd understand

How I really feel"

"No matter how much

How much I fight

Every time I reach

A break through

The nemesis finds a weakness

And back it is to square one

He is anathema

The perfect embodiment

Of my worst nightmare

Everything goes down the drain

Everything

Everything!"

"How long have I been fighting now?

Too many years now!

All the conflict we've waged

Up until this point

I don't want to fight

I'm sick and tired

I'm weary and weak

I can't go on any further

I really can't

No more

Not anymore"

My shoulders stoop

The stranger keeps his eyes on me

He nods

"Then

I guess

This marks the end of my journey

With you, my friend

I cannot help you

Win this war

It is one

You have to win yourself

Thus

I wish you well

And I wish you peace"

He rises from his seat

Teacup still in his hand

Now empty

Pats my shoulder

And disappears

Klaxons blare

Someone in the distance

Screams in panic

Another shouts

The enemy approaches!

In the distance

Legions of the nemesis' men

March to claim victory

While in the fortress

Prayers

Tears

Farewells

Preparations

Weapon checks

The lot

The stranger is gone now

Forever?

Honestly?

I don't know

I'm lost now

The enemy approaches

And I worry

This battle may be my last

Fear not, friends

The entries will continue

So long as I live

But I live in the shadow

Of my own fears

And that of the nemesis

That lurks inside me

He taunts me all the time

Enticing me to fight on

Should I?

For too long now I've been fighting

I don't know what else

I have left in me

Maybe I've no other choice

But to finish this

And see how it ends

If I fall

Bury me in an unmarked grave

Somewhere on the outskirts

Close to nature

Have a small tombstone

And on it

Etch my epitaph

"If only I were better

Than who I was"

Send me a garland of flowers

Once a year

And remember me

For the little good that I've done

For you

If any at all

I pray that this is not the end

(:

This one goes to you, dear anonymous friend.

Honestly, I don't know who you are, but your trips to my blog are much appreciated. Though it's been a while since your last visit, the few comments you left on my Chatbox were very much insightful and inspiring as well. So thank you.

Have we met? Do we know one another personally? It would be a great pleasure if you and I could meet up one day over a cup of hot chocolate, sharing thoughts and laughs.

Why not?

Cheers for now.

Updates From The La Salle Centre

Was planning to write something longer with the time I have left. But it can be hard for the mind to let imagination flow when you just woke up, like, 20 minutes ago.

Still feeling pretty sleepy, I admit.

But anyway, FT2 was a great weekend. Full of thrills, good food, lame jokes, fun and games and the like. Also, the later session yesterday opened our eyes to how politics greatly affects our lives, whether we like it or not. A very insightful topic, it was, and everybody learned something new.

The day will be over at 1.30pm later, so it's kinda sad to leave. But at least there're new friends to meet in the upcoming Nationals. Hopefully I'll be able to attend. Wouldn't miss it for the world!

Thoughts

I read Deborah's recent blog post and I must say I was surprised by her revelation.

But it also reminds me of the sad truth we face: we live in loneliness.

We surround ourselves with friends and loved ones, but in the end if we still remain alone it kind of defeats the purpose. It's like an irony - you have so many friends but yet you remain in solitude. It contradicts your outward looks.

But hey, who really knows the real you?

Is there a cure to this?

Thoughts

Expressing oneself is difficult. While we wish to be heard in the midst of the crowd, not a lot of people actually appreciate it. Being self-centred, they tend to absorb themselves in the belief that no one but them is correct. And most times, not a lot of others actually pay attention. Both reasons are among others on why the world isn't what I hoped it would be.

I daresay that we actually pay heed to the matter, what with all the other stuff we need to focus on.

Me, I'd say communicating still does seem hard. It's not that I can't. It's more of a worry of "saying something at the wrong time in the wrong place". But that's not all. There are probably more reasons as to why I find it hard to communicate. Don't get me wrong, you guys are great people. But, I have to admit there are times when I wonder if we're ever actually REALLY listening to each other. Myself included.

And communicating about ourselves - that's another story. I can tell you I always approach my friends when I'm in doubt or troubled. The advice I get is sound, but most times I always wonder if there could be a better answer waiting out there. But one has to keep looking, or else he may not find it.

And it's not surprising if people misunderstand me. It's normal to, just like how I misunderstand others-  whether by accident or otherwise. I just have to go on and hope an action would make them change their minds.

Life goes on, though. We had best make use of the time we have left.

Cheers for now.

Entries

Cry

Though you cry a river

The dilemma remains

Unsolved

As it continues

To taint

And spread its poison

It weakens you

I can see how it affects you

Your words

Your emotions

Your thoughts

They begin to betray you

They begin to change

Under the influence

Of this strange toxicity

This contagion

Haunts Man

Since the beginning of Time

Because of it

We have become

Estranged

Separated

Segregated

Denigrated

Persecuted

From the rest

Cry

Cry a river you may

This blight tears at you

It drains your life

It adds your sorrows

It adds your fears

It adds your tears as well

Cry

I cried before

Many times, last count

The plague overwhelmed me

I narrowly perished

I thought myself lost

I thought there was no hope left

No hope at all

But guided I was

By a bright light

As bright as a star

(Please do note

It is not God which I speak)

And I began to see

What others do not

Though of course

Old habits die hard

But nevertheless

A man must embrace change

Change is constant

Is it not?

Cry

I know not why you cry

But I understand your fears

And your doubts

Even if I know nought

Of anything that haunts you

Cry

I cannot cry for you

But a shoulder I can provide

For you to cry on

Though the plague yet consumes me

And threatens my very life

I cannot let myself

Stand with arms folded

And watch my dearest friends

Collapse to the ground

I cannot sit still

If they falter

Though the plague yet consumes me

I need to stand firm

Trust in myself

Trust in my faith

And mayhaps

The cure will come to me

Cry

Cry no longer

I shall be there

All you need to do

Is ask

And so I pen it all down

Seeking the cure for this disease

Seeking it within

And without

To cleanse and rid of it

Once and for all

Such is my belief

This epidemic shall come to an end

Its end

Stand Up And Fight!

Got problems? Everybody faces one or more every day.

But trying to share them to a friend or loved one? To us, that's a herculean task.

What really prevents us from sharing our deepest - and sometimes, darkest - secrets, mostly those involving ourselves? Is it our ego? Our selfishness? The very fact no one can be trusted? Is it really hard to be honest with another to find a solution to our problems?

The way I see it, having others come to terms with our problems might not seem a plausible choice. Like I said, everyone has problems. Even if we wanted to shed light on our internal crises, could they be of help? As There is a quote: "Everyone you meet is fighting a battle." There are some times when reinforcements may not be the sole reason a battle is won. In the end, the good fight has to come from within.

I admit that I can't help approaching my friends for answers to my questions. I do it often, because the answers I provide are inconclusive. My peers may just provide me with the details I need to get on the right track. And I can tell you now that I don't always come clean with my own family. They are already burdened with other matters revolving around the family.

Up to one point in my life, I've been doing a heck load of griping and complaining. I was a pessimist those days. (And I still think I haven't resolved this fully) But it dawned on me that everyone is fighting a battle. It's not always about myself. (Though I can tell you I still have difficulty in trying to turn old habits around. Kinda like teaching an old dog new tricks) If I had kept myself from expanding my horizons, I may have become an introvert.

So I try to change. It's no easy task, but one needs to try.

But problems are a part of life. As much as I hate to sound like a hypocrite (or something else), it's inescapable. And not to mention a crucial piece in our self-development. Don't laugh at that. It's true. Ask any successful person and he/she will tell you they had to go through numerous learning experiences or opportunities of growth to reach where they are now. What they don't mention is that they never use the term "failure" to describe their experience.

Shouldn't we change our attitudes to problems?

While I don't deny some problems may be too much to handle, or may be too sensitive to be shared, at least have the perseverance and the willpower to stand up to them. If you really can't make it on your own, then by all means hesitate not to ask a friend to help you.

Shouldn't we be standing side by side through hardship?

I leave that final thought to you. Cheers all.

Updates

Friends of Sekolah Abdullah Munsyi, Penang! (I do hope I didn't misspell the school's name! If I did please do correct me)

If you're reading this, once again, I thank you for coming to St. Michael's and sharing information throughout the day's activities. Hopefully we can develop a strong bond of friendship and unity amongst each other through future visits.

I hope that you will have a fine journey ahead of you this year and in the coming days.

Cheers!

Snapshots

Here are more photos from the 1Murid run. Cheers!

Xinh Guan and his diabolo.

Sandy Dandy.

OMG! It's HAW TUNG!!!

Jia Kai says peace!

Ramzali, ever so enthusiastic.

Debbie and Brandon =)

Neoh promotes 100 Plus.

Rock star Yean Kit!

Cindy smiles.

Two cool cats, Mark and Neoh.

Shots From 1Murid. 1Sekolah, 1Malaysia

Guang Yong and Shassi pose with the "billboards" that promote our G6 stall. Fly over here, yo!

Wisma Milo replica.

Our welcome sign!

Even Mrs Yee patronized our little stall!

Our junior Council members in action.

Tihn Chern promoting the T-shirts and bags we were selling.

Ashiran stole the show with his "Buy 5, free me!" lines.

Our (sold out) 100 Plus cans!

Another bid to get people to buying our non-consumable products.