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

Mission announced!

The sleepless night ended. Homework done studies not due. Thinking back, what makes IB so depressing? so fun? so challenging? and most of all, why PSD and MARA choose it? Imagine a weekend of first aid, badminton tournament, piled-up of studies and just at the moment you think you could rest a while, some angels popped in from an unknown angle telling you that you are going for a mission? A list of sacrifice are to be made. Missing classes arise as it is a must in this package. Take it or leave it. Considering what's up waiting in the sea-city, only prayers works the best. Climb with mentality, work physically. In less than 2 hours, the journey will commence.
The worst part of all-the feelings if leaving her... Well, again, believe in Him and He will guide you through it...

Dream or Life?

John woke up. He was flooded with tears but before long ago, the night had been a wonderful one. His perception towards certain things had changed. Although he pushed his computer limit to the fullest, the computer still let it all on despite a number of limitations. The whole program was a pioneer in his other part of life. Everything was first. The 3rd month simply drew them closer, much closer than ever. As the song played, John broke in tears. His flooded eyes were never revealed but now? It's wetting his keyboard. Even he was shocked! Somehow, the neutral molecules melted the hard disk. He had a good time. Thinking on the PC's side, John knew it just got better than before. That moment on, he treasured every moment that he had in his life. Though it's just 4 months, he will spare every single moment as long as the time allows.

Journey back was more than wonderful in his life. "Magnificent!" John had that in mind all the way home. The laptop was over to his side. and he leaned back in satisfaction. A sense of happiness and agreement drew closer. Entering the walls of the "not so great", he looked around, will this be an end? Will Shakespeare retold his wonderful love poems? Or will the love stories be a never ending saga? "It will" John thought to himself.

Back in the four walls, John was unsure whether he tasted any extra protein but he surely had enough stock in his precious treasure box. Next morning, Laughter broke as...


p/s: no offense to muslims. It's meant to be posted in Singapore!

The slight fail...

Lessons finally ended. No bells rang but Harold knows it's time. Stepping out of the class was just any other thing that he does daily. The determination drew him to the canteen and to the resource center again. Not sure why but these days, Harold had got himself adapted to the "below optimum" hours of rest. The final lessons struck him to do better the next second. The hours early in dawn was simply not enough. Harold determined to work harder.

Finally, Harold collapsed in the center. King woke him up. The hours passed by at lightning speed. 10 minutes later, he landed at discussion atrium. The thought to deepened his studies in economics did not worked out. Back in Center, Harold's guardian broke the news to him. Sad but yet not harsh enough to break him down. His guardian told him not to worry as second chance is always there. Harold finished his economics in eyes laden with sleep. Time is rushing. He had to move...

The Untold Truth

The story has no endings. Out of no where, it started. Harold entered the class. It all started with numbers. With the increasing tense as each days goes by, he has no idea on how to move on. The steps to be taken in the future seemed just blur, but it was not fading away, for he has Liz. The saga commenced a month plus ago. At a small pavilion. Liz came with pale red and straight cuts. The day was his happiest of all. Though the answer was beating round the bush, he knows deep in her heart, it showed no sign of reservation. "Praise The Lord!" he said to himself.

Days went by much better than before. Though to meet is kinda hard at times, they both made endless efforts to it. And of course, they did made it lots of times. The holidays ended and the first weekend came with happiness and sweet memories. Looking back, it was a de ja vu. They laid in each others' arms. The feeling portrays warmth in a cold desert. Camels were around but they were not interrupting. In short, they made it! It remained an untold truth to everyone. The sense of repeating beats around in Harold's heart again. Liz might not make it. The sense of fear flooded again.


The Island of Fear faded as the truth unfolds

Harold spotted his name on the list. The points printed were not too bad after all. He managed to place himself in among the excellence. "Thank you Lord, You certainly helped in every inch of my life" he prayed. Liz was happy for him. Their relationship were challenge at times but it actually makes rooms for improvement.

Lessons went on...

Sign of relief 2

The whole scene was a sight of relief. But how far does this scene would last before another disaster comes?It's not total relief but I am still thankful that I was granted this grade. Least Pn. Siti was right. The top 50 of Malaysia is in L.And I was the "lucky" one to be the 50th. Gosh... A minor slip could be fatal. Guess my new year would somehow be a bit brighter. Books are finally my friend these days.Extra efforts on Maths. It's just sequence and series. I just hope and pray that my eagerness would last as long as man can breath.

1st week of school was happy one as i waited anxiously for the weekend to arrive. A 3 days 2 nights that can relax my mind from hard day's work in every 7/52 of the year.It was one memorable and wonderful experience that only we ourselves know. The warmth of family, fun and experience is one of a kind. In TOK classes, love seemed to be my topic of interest. Not sure why but my friends just kept asking am I in love?? Nah... You find that out yourself.

!st aid course soon. Something struck my mind a few days ago to set up a MRCS unit here. Possible? The 1st thing demanded from me was proposal...Talking bout proposal, EE comes in mind. International trips...The unfinished task were endless...

What to do? That's IB!

Pain or vain? Gain or loose? I would give an assurance that it's pain and gain. Somehow, I realized how magnificent is God's creation. Despite the downpour, it did not turn our spirit down. I would say we were more than "eager" to finish the race. a race that would mark a bullet on some of us. 9+2. It was somehow fun, but through that, misunderstanding arises. No conclusion were decided but I am sure it's gonna prolong for quite some time. Indeed, if Joc or jason was there, I bet, they will start preaching. The stones, flowers, faunas... It was nothing less than heaven I guess. Well how do you define heaven? Is it a place of wonder? Or is it just an imagination of human where we like a place to be? I have no say on that. Our efforts were always challenged. the first became the last and vice-versa. It's just kept changing. The second trip seemed more meaningful compared to the first. This time, the learning to treasure every part of friendship took place. Still, there was a little conflict that distracted us from drawing peace. How wonderful is God's creation? Take a jaunt... and you will understand.

How's the bunk beds?

Grace hostel...after several "conflicts"

Energy fill-up

journey starts...

who says it's easy?

we're not fighting...one of a kind support

with the guide

simply magnificent

tats steep

he's damm fast...

energy recharge?

Isn't the waterfall wonderful

the beauty of floras

another beauty spot

highest weather forecast center in Malaysia

Holiday's almost over, what's left for me? A french novel? Lab report perhaps? I somehow have to get it done. CAS report for 30 hours again... sigh...well, least this new year somehow brightened me up as I spent the last day of 06 on the highest spot of SEA. Praise the Lord for granting me the strength to complete the climb. Holiday's over means results coming out. Well, what can I say? I don't know. I guess it's time for me to turn over and storm the front. her grad? walk one step see one step....praying for the best...

Relief...

Thank god...It was mere challenge, which i endure it. A good experience for me at least. Everything is back to norm now, except the scratch which time can heal. Is it words of love? or is it human language. Whatever it is, I know, nothing matters much now because "let bygones be bygones". That's what history are for right? Look on the bright side, it allows us to improve, and who knows? to make a great stride ahead. Standing on the verge of breaking up yesterday truely taught me how words can really turn things out, as what the proverb says, pen is mightier than the sword. True. Well, everything restored. So why shall I worry over it? nah...

Dinner's served. Mom made chicken pie today. not the 1st time. But it was more than good. hm.. nutritious. Too bad, my tummy do not support that high capasity. Guess I'll have it reheated as lunch tomorrow. Sis, mom was "inspired by your effort of making pie in UKR"! ahaks...

This should be able to last for at least two to three days...

delicious? simply...