Finally. after 8 yrs

From the kitchen exit...the next destination for our washing machine and mom's legendary "oven yang nyawa-nyawa ikan"

From the dinning hall... btw, the rolls of carpet are not ours, should charge the developer for putting them there....

The plot for our granite table.

D'entry

There it is... from outside...

mom's office - KITCHEN!

Our guest room and the honourable guest is none other than me!!! kekekeke... :-P

Our very own hallway, highlighting the entry to store room and porcelain museum

listed in blueprint as study room and dad's office, while being the mini porcelain museum

p/s: check out the sea view we have!

As you look down from our balcony....

Well, there's still a long way to go before we move in. Probably months. I just hope things don't turn out to be like our old house - Porcelain museum, though we do have one, a mini one. Hopefully, by August, I can say bye to Bunga Raja....

Exam's OK... Room refurbished...

Whew... Finally the exam is "over"...Well not too soon, tommorrow is my english paper. Something which i can take a short break, then followed by statistics. Hopefully I can breeze through it. Hm.. Hows previous exams? I would just say "OK". Nothing much that I can do, but just to pray hard that my answers favor the scheme, or should I say, the other way round. Maths was kind of rush. I could hardly finish it, in fact, I didn't! Considering most universities "hunts" for maths, I seriously got to brush up this subject. Malay was kind of miracle just now. My preperation was less than two hours. Thank God the questions favors my revision topics. Least it is over, though now I can hardly write due to the 6 pages of non-stop grandmother's story. Phew....

They keep on saying sorry. But had I really blamed them? I don't think so. Well, let bygones be bygones. I hardly want to recall anything about it, as long as I am out of hot soup. Somehow, I learned something. In short, I never blame any of you! I just got to know you more.

Just loaded another two boxes of Joc's books in my room (last, thank God). Now, as seen in the picture, my room is still presentable. Although I even keep business books for sale, I just hope it will be out of my room as soon as possible. On my own account, lots of people might think I am crazy to have collected so many books when I hardly read any of them. Or some perceptions prefer to consider me as a greedy one. Well, i am just doing it out of my willingness, to help her to sell the books. To spend some time exchange a worthy bond is a price I can afford.

Did cleaning just now. Those pics were before cleaning ok? I keep my stuffs tidy all the time. Can't wait to leave the school... hm... hopefully the left over two paper will not be hard. I just hope I can write a good story tommorrow, and get the paper 1 right. Will I?

Who is more worthy?

Sem 2 exam just begun. The perpetual stress started.Econs down, still 5 more to go...waiting and craving for 25th. For the 1st time in my entire life, I am home sick!!!! Probably because of the outgoing seniors. Sadly, the laughters and memoirs that they left kept lingering in my mind. Each time I passed by the concourse, the wakaf, DS, their shadows seemed motiling around those places. Parties, meets, dates and even breaking law moments remained fresh, as if like they just left seconds ago. Cries and weepings takes place, hand shakes exchanged, but could this be a solution to their farewell? I tried, the emptyness was never filled on my way to LRC. I had no mood at all for supper. No laughters only silent cries. Hopefully, I can adapt to the emptyness as soon as possible.

Is humanity a part of IB? Has IB removed its so called ethics? Morality? I was hanging out at one of the girls block (outside) bidding my last farewell to my closest seniors. One of them asked for my help to sell some books. It was somehow raining, and logicly, I would have no way to shift the 2 boxes to my block within the shortest time as it was downpouring. There was this bunch of girls lingering there as well. Trust or friendship? I wondered. None of them give a hand! Where is the sense of "yi qi"? Not even bothered to help your senior? Excuses like tiredness seemed lame. One of them reluctantly offered her room but requires me to shift the books to her room myself. Is she in her right mind? How can I ever do that? I had the chance to screen through the books, most are originals, priced at leat double figure. Seeing that the block was close to total empty, I followed cresk in, carrying one of the boxes to the adjacent block. Guess luck was not on my side, I got screwed by the warden. Fearing my future, I tried explain. Out of humanity, I see that is a help I should give. And she replied by a total different topic - Community. I am not sure if her tudung covered her eardrums, but god knows that's a total different story. So, leaving me and cresk defending ourselves. Non of the girls fork out even word! Non... all they could afford is a pair of eyes watchin you die by your own!!!! I am sure, if all of them stayed by my side, I should be out of hot soup, the warden would be speechless! Since both of us are critical situation, all we could do is just crack out heads for more points. God never withdraw His love from His disciples. True, luckily, Jocelyn came back to collect something that she forgot. Thank God, she stood up to explain. I hope the letter on Monday helps. Meanwhile, this scene sent me thinking, what are friends for? To see you die by your own?

Somene told me I was too close to the senior rather than my batch. Well, why not? I take them as people who are more worthy! At their moments of departure, they are still willing to stand up or me! Clearly, having them as sisters and brothers are more preferable. I don't even mind if I were to turn my room into temporary store for them!

Friends who are willing to share love, waiting for you at your most critical moment? How many? I doubt....

Our Journey...

May it last forever....

With love,
Stuart