Jason, Nad, Should i be happy or sad?

Two wonderful senior that i had throughout my two semester here in this world of its own-kmb. Knowing both of them is a great pleasure for me. Jason brought me closer to God, Nad revealed to me the ability and strength of one's own opinion. Seeing them journey through the departure gate hurts. Thinking back, time really flies. A year ago, i was still will at full enthusiasm to know what IB is all about. Jason, with his handsome yet friendly smile welcome each and everyone of us. he talked to out parents, convinced us, and assured us that kmb is not a jail afterall. He was the link between us and the admin. He is the bridge that brought us across the deep river of faith... Father Michael will ask of him, the GFK choir will sing of his memory... Nad, the one I passed through frequently with a sweet smile. The first time i talked to her is in library, wher i first know her name. And she was the one that lend a hand to me when i arrived 7 am in KL... I am so thankful to her...Her absence in skull is such a great thud to me...Again, EMPTINESS!!!Now, knowing that i am half way through my destination, the minutes as i walked through the memory lanes, i can vividly recall their laughters and voices. The mundane faces that i hav seen and considered seemed to be more important than ever. They have patched my heart walls. Now that their leaving, the hole enlarge and we got further away from each other.

A "goodbye" and "all the best" is all. Handshakes and hug add-on. It's not sufficient at all! My eyes is sure to flood from time to time. Their caption adore my wallpaper. Each time I log on, I see them... Not physically but the emptiness is there... They crossed my heart. It may not be deep but it's a once in a life time experience. They walked with me, one way or another, how could I accept it?

When will we meet again? December? Isn't it a little bit too late for us? We would be at our respective destination by that time.. Anyway, i do hope one of them would be here during their uni talk in kmb. They are leaving, when will the 10 months end?

Nad and Jason, i pray that u both will have a good life there... All the best. Have a blessed life there! Really miss u 2...

Aging?

Does age matter?
Does it determine our circle of friends?
Or is it mere measurement of the word 'old'?
Brothers or sisters?
Does age realy decide what you are being addressed?
Age gain respect?
Out there,who is older than who?
Who realy cares?

Juniors!!!!

Just threw myself out of today's CF session... A break for me... Juniors came in, new faces, new experience. I wouldn't really comment on them for the sake that they are actually my age. At the very least my peers finally EXIST in this palm oil estate. Pretty faces? You judge it in the next few pictures. Handsome ones? Not in the right shoes to judge. The juniors were kind of lucky I would say. They got their 1st nons party on their second week here. Thanx to Aaron and the gang... had a good time. One thing I just can't understand why are they so enthusiastic in taking pictures..hm...



They say we are weirdos(the seniors) Now, we say the juniors are total weirdos too... not to say nerds but they are extremely hardworking. 1st day of school sees them filling up each and every seat in the library and emptying the racks. Cool... during my days, I hadn't even borrowed one... Well, in fact I did, but JUST Raymond Chang. Am I too lazy?



My EE just got rejected. What's worst, my second Econs IA had the same fate. Guess I'ill be extremely busy this weekend. I have een trying to finish up the IA for the past two weekend but I never got the initiative to start... pray for the best



These days, I have been ordering ood from the Pak Cik Guard. He's not the cook of course! He's just the one doing the delivery service. Had puyuh yesterday! hm.. not as nice as I expect but what can I say?



Church visits as usual. Well, this time we got our transport right at out doorstep. Well, not literally, but at the very least, we don't need to walk the long way through the palm oil trees. Went to Cresk's church last week. Was supried Cresk's name still being mentioned. He's the legacy there. I can still vividly remeber what pastor said, "People like Creski and Malcom are..." Creski and malcom? He must have forgot that this two are actually one! Family day at Morib beach this weekend. Should I go? Tim's coming over. Kinda confused now.. Tim or church?hm....


The smiles...
The new faces...
The Petronas Twin towers. New KMB record... Navin and Suresh
Pretty?
Ha... their first party....

What's left out

June 8th Friday - The KMBian's from Perlis, Kedah and Penang touch down at the land below the wind. The "auspicious" event sees the three north girls cramped into a four wheel drive and end up strolling around the tropical city in Malaysia a.k.a. Kota Kinabalu. As the sun sets over the moonlight, their tummies were loaded with 1kg of prawns, 2 fishes that probably feeds 10 people on normal dinning scale, 3 crabs which sees their ilitracy in handling the claws and mouth watering dishes which totaly force them to swallow the word "hungry". The journey was continued up to the Observation Tower and later finding themselves in the night life of the city.

Morning sun greets them with the bus ride to Kuala Penyu, which they eventually found themselves in Menumbok, having to spend another RM6 for a return ticket as a result of overslept. The island trip was awesome! Let the picture in my album tell the story....

@mosphere revolving restaurant

Meryl's introduction into the green

Snake Island

Natural body therapy? or pure mutated Kerbau?!!

The last meals which gathers Ab, Peta, Cresk, LimZhi, Melissa, Yilin, Meryl, Mitchel, Shiang Jin and me

The chalets which we eventually enjoy for free

They had their chance to witness the local harvest festival where they finally open their eyes to see Kaamatan and the greenery of Meryl's Kg. Sarapung. The journey ended with dinner involving 3 batches of KMBians and taxi ride as early as 4am to LCCT.

Holidays passed by in lightning speed. A flicker of eye and I am back in what the facade says: IB world school. The holiday had trained me to handle the word "emptyness" better. Still, at times, as I walk back towards my history, I can still vividly recall the shadows and voices. They are gone now, never return? Probably in a year's time, the laughters will roar again, somewhere far from here. And that is if I make it. Will I?

Semester exam's ended. The script that most students fear - result script will soon reach our hands. The papers that I received showed improvement, Thank God. But I doubt if I am compatible with the others - my "counterparts". I hope I am placed in my desired university, but that's just hope. All the assignments and "seemed endless" syllabus will certainly put me into idle internet status for the next few months.

Better time management could help, but my endless non-academic activities kept me awake round the clock, especially weekends. Should I go for the next TM meeting? Or should I just mingle around with the juniors?

Juniors! I look foward for them in a positive way.... That would probably be my upcoming post!

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

my day

My day, my wish, my way. Greatest appreaciation to gold fish and friend, babun, and zhi zhi. A great day to remember. Satisfaction can't be doubted as everyting seemed to be awesome. I tasted marble cheese cake again, reminding me of how nice mom's cake is. the cheesy and wavy curves adore the menu, raising our appetites. Though the cake was small, their hearts and desire were no less than what was on the table. To exchange true relationship and friendship with that figure is a price I can afford to pay. Special thank you to all of you! One of the greatest birthday that I had.

Exam's just around the corner. days drew nearer. Predicted grades slowly creeps through my path. Study study and study. That's all I can afford to do. Meanwhile, I just hope excellency repeats and improvements seen is the coming weeks. 'the day" drew even nearer. Nothing can stop me from the word "miss". Whether its relationship, friendship, or family, the bonds fostered will be stronger. Believe in Him and the seperation will make our reationship, friendship, family ties grow stonger. I believe!

The race kicks off...technology or ethics?

State of the art technology somehow possess its own drawbacks. Question asks: why are these giant speed challengers be behind the wheels, when natural resources scarce exist ages ago? My answer would be: these represent humans' achievements, as a measure to the attempt of maximizing speed. The argument here speaks that is it necessary to exhibit what we have like that? True enough... Technology owes the environment an apology. To be optimistic, can't technology be considered as a promising solution to nature's problems? Again, we go back to what humans have created. It's an infinite series. Problem arises as each solution is being pin-pointed.

Vehicles symbolize a significant ease of life that man has ever created, transporting humans and their belongings to all parts of the world. Cars, one of the most frequently used transport can speed up a two hour walking journey to just 15-20 minutes. To a certain extent, some might just take a second or two. As the number of cars grew exponentially, pollution and traffic jam issues arises. I do not have much to speak on pollution, considering I am a polluter as well, though not an active one. Traffic jams! One of the most critical issues in developed cities. Not going to far, Kuala Lumpur. More specific, Sepang. One side of the road mark the lightning speed of giant machines maneuvering around the curvy track, wailing its ear-drum breaking frequency, opening to the eyes of the world that a grand prix is on. The opposite side of the road witness long queue of cars in multiples of four. Modern tar covered roads don't seemed to fulfill the necessary space despite it's a four lane high way.

Roads are cleared to make way for the VIPs, civilians trapped between the long stretch of humans' most sophisticated carrier - CARS. The question here is, has our technologies done its part? Or is it causing more troubles instead? Something that road users can be skeptical about is that, are the roads build for the sake of civilians, are the taxes collected to be channeled back to us as government spending? Or is it an alternative for VIPs to escape traffic jams by the wailing siren of their escorts?

I was lucky enough to be on the bus back to college on that auspicious (to those at Sepang F1 circuit) and frustrating (to those trapped in traffic jam) day. Public transport were not on schedule due to this event. Emergencies turned out to be disasters. Time came up last in (the drivers') mind despite F1 marked something that challenge time. Why? Has the privatized company forget that customers have their own right too? Or are they just slotting as much money as they can, dumping customers half-way and tell them rescue is coming in 15 minutes when it's an hour late?

Thank God I made it on time. Last minute scan, but at least I don;t need to visit the warden's office for another 6 times in this coming weekend. Again, all this heads back to the word "TIME".

...

This might be the last that we ever had, but that won't mark an end to the ties. We're belonged. We will last, despite it would take up to days to make the two ends meet in a few months time. It's only a year, and I will make it through. She will be fetching me in airport one day.

pray...

Dream vs Reality

Assignments piled up as each chaotic day passes by. Holiday drew its pace closer, but can never defeat the lightning speed of examinations and date lines. The desire to reach the next terminal arises, catalyzed by the upcoming graduation of the older ones. The journey to complete whatever pause that yet to be put in "the memoirs" remained long. Seemed reaching infinity, but not impossible. Fly high! But how high can dreams fly could never be used to explain the reality limits in life. Optimistic could be just another aiding word to venture into success. Pessimistic remained as strong defending wall. There's simply no second route to turn things faster this time. Feelings and pressure appeared as two layer which never blend, but giving strong stench instead.

One week holiday was just a paused of the extra hectic life in academy. Home assignment maintained the undesired studies at critical level. The determination was just not strong enough. time flies. They say it's never too late to turn back. Now I doubt it. There's no way for me to turn back, I can only speed up. How fast? It's all in God's hands. Hopefully, silver lining appear again. The dream to step into the heaven land was not too far fetch, yet not within stone throw. All I could recall for now are the sweet times we had during that week. Special! Rare! Priceless! The time invested was worth it, I know. It drew us closer. The trips were new pages in my life, the room witness new chapter for us too. I just hope the story never end, always ready to be retold. The sudden announcement shocked me. To unlock the secret favor me though it was agreed partly. I pray for success...

Loads of task always cut the queue of beautiful dreams. The desire to move on will always be interfered by the consequences of time management failure. Still, life goes on, adding in rich and better or perhaps more love as each second creeps by...

p/s: sorry Nad, I do not have any video. Only a few blur images that my friend managed to capture. Anyhow, I will still give it to you if you favor it. A million thanx for your warm hospitality on last Sunday. Without you, I could have stranded in Pudu, opening my mouth wide upwards. So sorry to bother you as early as that. I pray for your success in IB. If you ever step into Sabah, do feel free to ring me up!

Wonderful Days

We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz... Finally, the burden is lifted. One whole month of busy preparation. Sleepless nights, extraordinary fasting, unwanted credit, all cocktailed as the "wizard of Oz". A wonderful musical play which retold the wonders of the emerald city, the shinny red shoes, the magical Oz, the untold moral values and the wonderful plot. The Munchkins' costumes gave me a shock...Colorful! The play went havoc. Music unorganized... The result? awesome! No one expected it! Most crew left before 12, but the sudden announcement at 1 struck those left! 3 out of 6 hampers swept. Being honored as 2nd runner up, we are simply speechless. It never came across anyone's mind. It just happened! Magical! I doubt if wizard of Oz appreciated our efforts and performed his magics on us. As for me and Francis's pamphlet, the "best pamphlet award" now landed safely in my room, yet to be shared by other talents of Oz, both joy and foods.

Holidays' approaching! yay! It's been a hard week trough as I tried extremely hard to catch up in Maths class and economics studies. This holiday might just be my last fun one before I graduate. Talking about graduate, it's still 1 year plus to go... Well, I would take this holiday as my catch-up time and put myself abreast with the others. Again, I hope it turns out.

Lim Zhi and Sherm's birthday party took place a few days ago. A fun one. We had BBQ as the main course. Side course? Cakes of course! Water battle arise as Cheryl took the initiative to supply it. Initially, I didn't intend to wet myself. But when things went wild, nah... you can predict it... It ended a bit later than the muslims' "ceramah".

Meanwhile, I am starting to suspect someone is putting some rumors on me, stating that I post up some posters against the school rep body. What the #??!!! Why on earth would i ever waste my time doing such thing? Oh please, if I am not satisfied with them, I won't beat around the bush... What can a paper notice do? NOTHING! To whoever spreading the news, circulate your thoughts! I am not third world folk! If I don't feel right with you, I'll confront you on the spot! Whatever.... he or she can continue the nonsense till who knows when, but when the time comes, God will provide the necessary path way.

Blood donation took place earlier. Wait there! I didn't! But I was in the committee...Again, it's a time consuming task. Weeks of preparation ended in just few hours. Well, least our efforts pay off.

Expected results witness the unwelcome Blood bank officers and minimal turnout of students. God Bless the donors! (captions: Hui Yi takes her part; the red fort officers!)

Standardized tests are up in the coming week, the seniors are battling for their mock. Best of luck! Hopefully, God will guide his disciples here in this little school.

Tears from heaven

Tears from heavens can be considered as a fortune. To a certain extent, it's simply fatal. Human tears mixed well with those from above in the south. The forts were not debris yet but the present condition was in fact not compatible even to the nomad age. Electricity is not the preference as water comes up as a limiting factor. To aid the affected ones truly unfold the untold truth behind the "retold scenes" by media. Not too far from what was published but to experience it live will send eyes flooded instead. The overall condition got better but the skeleton of the tears remains wet among the mud. Pity or glad? Only those affected ones would know. Being a apart of the mission was something to be proud of. But turning it into a home stay was far from the topic!


Heros and heroines?

The smile behind satisfaction

caught in the mud