Last One to Hit the Year

A year ago, I might've spent the last few days thinking and mulling about the past twelve months as a whole and slowly write out the many things that had taken place and taken hold of my time and attention somewhere along the way.

This post would probably have a longer, more elaborate and more and funky-sounding title like "The Sights and Sounds, Ups and Downs, Smiles and Frowns of Year 200X".

There would probably be a ton of photos to capture all those special moments that can only be articulated using splashes of super-macro camera shots.

A year ago, I would probably have done all that.

THIS year, things aren't too different actually. I didn't morph into a blog-hater who is now too lazy to blog and too tired to care about the blogging world. I didn't chance upon blogging enlightenment and decide that I'm suddenly to cool to continue blogging anymore. I'm still me.

But it's just that a variety of things crept up and caught me in the midst of the final month of this year. Exams, holiday trips, falling sick, planning for Watchnight Service, catching up with friends and other day-to-day life activities meant I could not sit down on the computer any longer than 2 hours a day. And two hours for me is, very little, honestly.

I want to tell you so many different things that have happened to me that I feel really deserve a mention. I want to introduce to you the long list of interesting people that had crossed my walk of life this year around. I want to show you all the thoughtful gifts that I have had the pleasure to receive from friends and family members. I want to read to you the deep, profound personal convictions and sharings inked in the letters that I have received from people who trusted me enough to let me know more than I otherwise would.

But alas, I would have to hold on to them first. Like what someone said to me recently, I don't wanna tell you everything here and later have nothing left to spill to you when I finally meet you in person. So if we do have the chance to sit down together over a glass of Teh Ais and Ayam Goreng, perhaps then you can find out more ;)

Last one to hit the year, so long 2008!

System Downtime

Unfortunately, I'm currently too sick to even be typing anything properly so there won't be any updates for the next few days. In the meantime, I have joined the masses who seem to have fallen for the year-end superbug that's been going around....

For Your Money's Worth

Story-telling brilliantly done :)

I've probably said it before that I'm too picky for my own good most of the time when it comes to enjoying a good show in the cinema. Rustling popcorn boxes catch my attention, while idiotic (yes, I dislike it that much) handphone screens lighting up around me totally destroys my attempts to immerse myself in the movie (I mean, you go to the cinema so that you can immerse yourself in the show, no?). But every now and then, I walk out of the cinema feeling like I had made a really good decision in buying the tickets.

I still honestly opine that good movies are those where you can see, hear and feel the effort put into it by the production people. Okay, so maybe we've been seeing too many animation releases lately. Dreamworks, Pixar and Disney are no doubt working very hard to woo the audiences from the global economic gloom into the cinema halls and naturally we see more and more mediocre and same-old-same-old flicks playing in the silver screens, but thankfully some good ones still manage to stand out and show everyone else how to pull off the subtle art of entertaining entertainment.

Oh yea, try to catch the 3D version if you can. There are more likely to be less people, and hence less chance for interference, haha :D

Feels Like Yesterday

Walking into the airport's airplane air passengers' before-they-take-off-into-the-air area, it almost felt very much like only yesterday that he went for his holiday (plus a bit of studying) in that popular rugby country that also gave us the Dual-Flush Toilet (yes, that apparently came from Australia).

It's sad that you didn't come back with any Australian accent, dressing or hairdo that we can make fun of but no matter, we know you got us a lot of gifts :P

Welcome back, Mr. Lee.

No Worries

Consider the following evidences:

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

If Exhibit A and Exhibit B, arguably the laziest people around here on this side of the world could make it through SPM without too much fuss, then those of you taking SPM this time around have indeed little to worry about :D

Haha, all the best to the SPM people, and no worries, SPM's only ONE exam, not THE exam ;D

Could've Been

To me the Sunday was turning out to be quite a nice one, driving in the rain was pretty relaxing...but the poor chap in the MPV had a bad day for sure, with a wild white Kancil that madly careened off her own lane, and packing FULL ACCELERATION dove straight into the back of his nice van. Just off USJ 4.

Headlights smashed into pieces, both the cars crashed like it was a videogame and we saw it all, my sister my mum and I. Everything was in mute, not a sound heard. It was really heart-grippingly fearlful, to recall what really transpired. I have no idea why Ms.X did what she did, but my sister said that she looked absolutely ghastly and hysterical after the accident. Which means it wasn't on purpose. Right....I was in the middle lane, and just drove by. 100 metres down the road, I had a panic attack when the whole event finally registered in my brain, when I realised just how close we were to getting ourselves a really serious accident.

Whatever it was that caused this, I don't know. But really, the MPV could've been me. I could've driven 10 kmph faster and my front door would be in need of serious repair now. Heck, I would be in need of serious repair now. By God's grace I'm still here, but I think life just got a wee bit too exciting for me today. Fuh.

Thank you Lord for the journey mercies today, and I suppose I mean it quite a bit more than I would have normally...

No Time

Getting off the awfully long study break that I had for the first six months of the year and entering into university course certainly proved to be a tad bit difficult to adjust to. A tad bit.

No more waking up to the afternoon sun, waking up from the wastage of the previous day and waking up to yet another day that would be spent doing pretty much the same things as before. So yes, I've 're-assimilated' into the general population and now join the masses chanting the popular modern-day saying of 'No Time lah!'.

The thing is, the right priorities are always the hardest to fulfill, so for me I mostly have a really screwed up priority list that puts the wrong things at the top, and the right things at the bottom. While the momentary gratifications are wonderful, the end-results of putting my time where I shouldn't and vice-versa have never failed to come back and bite me in the eyes. The pattern is normally as follows:

1. Decision to make --> 2. Decision made (mostly the wrong one) ---> 3. Time is wasted ---> 4. Possible scenarios of either a) work gets left out b) relationships take a dive ----> 5. Feelings of regret and guilt ----> 6. Strive to do better ----> 7. Rinse, wash and repeat.

I realise I've been feeling like there's 'no time' very often lately. Get an assignment, aiyo, no time lah. Go out for something, aiyo, no time lah. This one..no time lah. That one maybe..aiya, no time lah. To me, this is just plain mind-bending.

"Where did it all go? I'm sure I had a lot of time to begin with, so how come I've all but run out now?"

My time here could be up even as I'm typing, so it really hurts me to have to come to grips with the fact that I'm just really terrible with managing my time and my priorities. Why can't I do better?

I don't like to wind up complaining about something all the time here on my blog, I don't want to end up always looking for pity from other people, from you guys. But at the same time I want to take note of the different things taking place as my days pass by and I live through them, be they inspiring or regrettable.

Also, I don't think I could even bother to think about all these things, if not for some of the things that some of you had said or done. I suppose the fact that I'm thinking about it means that all hope aren't lost yet.

Time.

"haihhhh so hard to juggle everything... family, friends, spiritual life, work, all"
-anonymous-

Grow

Can't quite put the thoughts down in type, but I'm getting more and more of that odd vibe that I need to....'reinvent' myself, to borrow the term from economic-speak. Or more like, 'rebrand' myself. Or wait, maybe not. Bah.

The areas where I fail, the times when I regret...I know I'm at the crossroads already. I either keep up what I'm doing and perish, or I make the real efforts to change. The more I fall, the more I feel hurt and disenchanted with the idea of even bothering to try, but I learn to pick up myself better also along the way.

Okay, so in the end I've said nothing, but I just wanted to post about what's been twirling in my head for some time now.

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6 things I'm passionate about:
1) Computers
It's an obsessive-compulsive thing I guess, I just can't stand a PC that isn't properly taken care of. A PC should be well-oiled, well-maintained and well-tuned, so that it can run to its best potential. I can't write programs and I can't do any physical modifications like adding jet-exhausts and stuff, but give me any PC or laptop with a problem (Internet not working, sound not working, programs can't start, virus/malware/spyware/I-don't-know-ware) and I shall not rest until the problems are solved and resolved.

2) Technology
I like reading about gadgetry that I'll never own, for some reasons. I can read a DSLR magazine just for the sake of reading, without even knowing my aperture from my shutter speed to begin with. MP3 players, Blu-ray Discs, WiFi, Solid State Hard Drives, LED-Backlit LCD Displays, bla bla bla and everything else you can find related to consumer technology would nicely find a place as my preferred reading material (although I don't actively look for things to read).

3) Mission Work
I'm not sure if I would be involved in full-time missions in the near future, but I appreciate the work put in by missionaries and if I'm not one then I would at least want to be part of the 'senders' and contribute in other ways. But of course, the more I think about it the more I have to question my own involvement in missions work, or the lack of it to be more exact. Makes me think about how I'm being more and more attached to what the world has to offer, when there are so many other things that can be done, so many areas that I can serve in.

4) Malaysia
To me, Malaysia is my country, and it's nothing to do with National Service, so no indoctrination symptoms here :D I like Malaysia, I like the races here. Can we for once put aside the racial slurs, the racial prejudice and racial nonsense? Why are we still struggling for that 'one country, one citizen' notion even after half a century? It's sad to see that the generation running the country now are still talking about 'their own people' only. Most discouraging is the mentality of 'Malaysia as My Temporary Home', with foreign citizenship in one hand and luggage in the other, ready to flee when 'the time comes', so to speak.

5) Environment
Yeap yeap, better a tree than a plastic neon-coloured decoration any day. Littering is what miffs me the most, when nice rivers are clogged with rubbish, and also bits of brains that people must've thrown out along with the trash. In Malaysia the environment is seriously underrated, with forest reserves being shaved to make way for small decorative shrubs just so there's money to be made. The environmental movement in Malaysia is still slow, and the government really should push to protect the green heritage that we have around us. Of course, the headlines would tell you that they're currently too busy for that..

6) Others
I realised that I can sometimes be passionate towards certain people that I come across. Please don't get the idea that I'm talking about girls, I meant to say that sometimes I'm drawn to keep in touch more with a particular person just to see if there's anything I can do to help out. Wish I could be more rajin in this respect though.


6 books I read(ing) recently:
1) The Bible
You can't stop reading this for too long without going over the cliff, I realised :)

2) Christian Psychology's War on God's Word
Tough book to chew on, and rightly so because I've not touched it for a while since borrowing it from the church library. I think I should try to finish it some time. Great insights on how psychology theories and God's principles compare with one another.


6 songs I can listen to over and over again:
1) Carrie Underwood - Lessons Learned
I like how the lyrics paint a good picture out of all the mistakes that we could possibly make, it's a lesson learned to have known that we did something wrong.

2) The Corrs - Summer Sunshine
I just like the tune :D

3) New Found Glory - Kiss Me
Brilliant song here, love how they made the classic song their own.

4) Juwita Suwito - Only In The Dark
It's only in our times of need that we hear the promptings of the LORD, "only in the dark when I can't seem to see, I'll learn to hear your whisper that's been guiding me".

5) Shannon Noll - Shine
The intro alone is worth listening to over and over again, haha.

6) Sara Bareilles - Love Song
Again, the intro is the best thing to get you started on a drive.


6 things I learnt this past year:
1) God loves me, has always loved me, will always love me, no matter I do, or don't do. That is truth.

2) The harder decisions to make, are more often than not, the right ones.

3) Investing in relationships still yields the best returns.

4) I can be here and dead tomorrow, it's God's call and who am I to think that I 'tomorrow never dies'?

5) I've got to move on from the rut that I'm in, and grow up.

6) I've really got a long way to go in terms of spiritual maturity, still so many areas that I could work on.

6 valuable things I own:
1) My life. Stripped of everything else, it's just me and God, and I thank you LORD for having brought me where I am today.

2) My family and my home. My family's not perfect, and I'll never want that anyway because it's already the best one that I could ever ask for. The house is only rented, but it's home enough for me, and comfortable by all means :)

3) Friends and cousins - Coming here and making so many new friends those few years ago was certainly one of the better things to have happened to me :)

4) Provision - God will provide for me and my family one way or another, and I still don't have any reasons as of now to doubt Him.

5) Adeline - My lappie of course, not a person, although that would've been err...nice :D Most expensive thing I ever asked from my parents, at almost twice the price tag of an ordinary low-end laptop. Don't know why I picked something so expensive, but I was kinda picky with the specifications I guess. You better serve me faithfully for another decade, Adeline! xD

6) Creative ZEN - Most expensive birthday gift here. Nice to have a mini photo-album movie viewer MP3 machine around, especially when it's free :D

In Death There's Value

A remark that stuck with me for while now is that 'You guys are lucky because you've not really experienced the loss of a close one'.

The closest person that I could think of whom I had 'lost' would probably be my grandfather, whom I was only moderately close with.

The ironic thing with death, I think, is how the person who dies suffers the least. Sure, you can die the most excruciating death (by electric chair or firing squad or electric squad or firing chair or...), and writhe in all the pain and agony, but death cuts deepest into the hearts of those who knew you, those who loved you. Emotional scars that go unnoticed and wrenching of the heart that goes on indefinitely...

But as I pondered the other day, it's only when you take a look at death that you can find value in the things that really matter. Life is so precarious, and dying is really not that hard a feat to accomplish, admittedly. Have you ever imagined yourself dead, or dying, and thinking of who would be there to see you at your deathbed? I have. I do. (I'm typing on a wooden table, :D)

When I think about the undeniable fact that life here on the mortal plane is only as long as the LORD wills it, then the implication of it is that at any and every single moment, there is a possibility of me going six feet under.

Perhaps people should think about death more. We always stop short at saying anything 'unlucky' about ourselves, and utter the famous wood phrase. But really, it is in death that the value of everything that you ever thought you had comes into examination. Money's the last thing you'd want to keep, for sure. Your car? Nope. Your three-storey terrace? Can't be buried with you. In fact, everything that you are, and have, on this world stays with this world. I'd like to not have lived and died just knowing that I had a successful business. I'd want to know that I had lived a good life of time spent investing on other people, in building relationships and in sharing hardships. I'd want to avoid taking for granted the fact that I am alive and breathing. I'd like to say, before I die, that 'it's been great knowing you guys' :)

In death there's value.

Do you see them? Do you see the things of value to you?

What matters enough to you to outshine even the consuming fire of death?

Sleeping at 4 in the morning

Tomorrow shall be a short day for me...oh well. At least I finished this, haha.

Alamak, Blimey!

Last week, I took the invitation to go up to Fraser's for a short two-days holiday of sorts, with a pretty rag-tag bunch of people. I had assignments in mind, and there were some other appointments with other friends to manage. So quite a few times I had wanted to just pull out and stay at home instead, but I tagged along in the end, and yes, I made the right choice indeed :)

I had the impression that there really isn't much that you can do in Fraser's. And I still think so. Clearly there's only so much flora to see, and so much strolling you can do. But the X factor in the trip, or any trip to anywhere for that matter; was clearly the company. I didn't think much of the combination of Elena, Jon and Ann together, since they're the Footstool bunch so to speak and I'm the odd one out joining the trip. Until the three of them started poking at each other of course xD At almost every turn and corner, there were plenty of smiles exchanged, laughs traded and jokes shared. I certainly didn't sign myself up for so much entertainment, hahaha.

Once we got to the Gap house and were on our way up, the familiar cold mountain breeze came in through the windows, and even though it's not the first time I've been up these highlands, there's just nothing quite like leaving all that uncouth 'civilisation' behind and soaking up the refreshing misty air. Forget Genting, Fraser's is the place to be to chill and relax (I'm not gonna use that combination word, thank you).

For some reasons, when you're up there, you seem to subscribe to a different time-space continuum. Time moves a whole lot slower and you'll feel like you're entirely removed from the cities just down below (Point proven when Ann said "When you get back to Malaysia....."). It sounds like escapism and hints at 'I-don't-wanna-face-my-troubles-so-I'm-just-gonna-run-away' attitudes but it was really more like...slowing down. Lowering the external noise. 3 days without the Internet proved to be a great puasa of sorts, like how fasting can give your stomach a rest. With our minds off Facebook, there were plenty of real interaction and 'poking' going around. Wall-to-wall comments were face-to-face for a change, and yes, it sure beats having your conversation indexed by the search engine and end up being searched by others xD

I had fun. I really did. Thank you so much Ann Choo for the apartment, the chit-chats, the food and the great tours around Buona Vista :D

Thank you so much Jon Tan for the comfortable (well, mostly) ride up and down and all over Fraser's and for the steamboat, great fun having it so high up in the hills xD

Thank you so much Elena, for all the comic relief and entertainment provided. Twiggies on me, hahahaha.

And thank you so much guys, for inviting me along for the trip. Best three days spent in Fraser's since the committee retreat, definitely.

If Jon had smiled this would be the perfect photo to end the post with...oh well :)

*A huge apology to all the people that I had to ditch in the last minute because of the extended stay in Fraser's.*

*For more pics, take a look at Elena's Fraser's Trip Pics*

Presents and Blessings Abound

Already, it's now October. What a year 2008 has been for me, simply amazing and unbelievable in so many ways. From RBS to entering university, this year I've definitely received more than my fair share of blessings and provision from Him. Every time I think about all the things that I had done this year, the friends I made the gifts I received and the things I've managed to do; I am simply awestruck at how the LORD made sure I was never left wanting, despite all the times that I sidetracked or even backtracked from my spritual walk.

Okay, so it's not quite the 31st of December yet, but I just wanted to do a short recap of some of the gifts that I received for my birthday, so here it goes :D


Tada! This was taken on the day they handed out the certificates for the The Star Education Fund recipients, of which I am one of them :) I truly had no idea what was in store for me after STPM was over and done with, but along came the surprise that I, the one who recklessly said "I don't know" to one of the interviewers' questions; was chosen to pursue a degree in Psychology at Sunway University College. Even more surprising was how my application for the local universities came back with my first choice, something that the dudes at the education department seldom give out. In the end I made the choice to go for Sunway, and it has not been easy adjusting to how universitiy education works but it's certainly been a wonderful blessing to have the opportunity to study there.


TWO presents from the ever-generous Mr. Lim who came back a few months earlier from Texas for his holidays. The first one on top literally got me into a stupor of sorts because it was supposed to be a 'random present'. Uh...the thing is that my old mp3 player disappeared on my way back from Bethany Home when I went up there for a visit a few months ago. Mr.Lim then kindly thought of getting me a brand new device, complete with 8 times the storage space, a nice shiny display and brilliant sound quality. But to me, it was the single most expensive present I've received, and quite shocking it was I would say. *oh no, what the heck am I gonna have to get for him?!?!* Still, I really really appreciate the gift, and the beautiful player has been my faithful in-car entertainment wonderbox ever since.

For the controller, it was also incredibly thoughtful of Mr.Lim to get me an original PS2 analog pad to replace my age-old PS1 joystick which is now bruised and seasoned. But it's too nice for me to even want to take it out of the box, so it's still in the box now xD I probably won't want to use it until my PS1 controller explodes or something, haha.


That's me in a nice and comfortable brand-new just-arrived last month Wild Channel hoodie from Aunty Choi Chew :D Many thanks to her concern about powerful air-conditioners in Sunway, and for bringing me all the way to Subang Parade to shop for it! Lectures are no longer the chill-fest they used to be, and this would certainly be brilliant for exam halls.


Over here, last but not least; is a Solvi Titus spectacle frame from the mother of a friend in Kuantan. Always wanted a plastic frame for sports or general rough use, although the problem was that I never looked good in any sort of plastic frame. Unfortunately I've not had the frame fitted with optometric glass yet, so it's still sitting there in the box on my table. Better go and get it fitted soon...

And there you have it, a quick run-down of some of my newly-acquired :) I wouldn't mind of course if there's more to come still this year, heh.

Presents in Print

Just about a week ago, it was the favourite day of my favourite month again. According to Wikipedia, I supposedly share the same birth date as some of the more well-known people around the globe such as Jerry Bruckheimer and Stephen King, to name a few. Not that I'm hinting at anything of course, haha.

But rather, this year I had the opportunity to receive so many presents. Funnily enough most of them were advance gifts, so by the time it was the 21st of September I had more or less received all the presents there were for me. More or less, because I still received a present on the day itself, and I even managed to get another present today!

I had wanted to post about all the presents that I've received, but university took up most of my time. Of course, if I posted about all the presents at one shot then the post would be too long, so I'll post about the biggest (size) present that I received this year first :D



Taking off the outer colourful layer of wrapping revealed that I had a lot more work to do...



I've wrapped with newspapers before, and I've done the 'newspaper-upon-newspaper x 1000' style also, although when it's normally not a very efficient use of newspaper because the recipient tends to take advantage and rip off 4 - 5 layers in one go. And yes, it's very time-consuming. And takes plenty of effort. And newspaper of course. So I decided to play fair and nicely unwrapped the newspaper layers one-by-one.


Which took quite a while actually. An hour after I started, it was like this:



Funkily, along the way there were plenty of litte 'encouragements' to spur me onwards. Talk about being meticulously creative :) Let's see...an Orlando Bloom-wrapper chipsmore, a Fergie-wrapper Tiger Biskuat, a box of Moo Milk Candy wrapped in another posse of stars...presents in a present.



Another half-an-hour more of careful tearing finally got me to the real present beneath the boxy exterior. And surprise surprise, there wasn't any real box to begin with. It was an open-top container with the genuine present inside.



At the end of the whole exercise, the actual present itself wasn't the focus anymore, because I really thought that the effort and thoughts put into wrapping it were a whole lot more priceless. The box could have contained a bag of peanuts and I would've been equally satisfied either way because the time spent on wrapping it up alone is already one of the most special things that you can give to someone. But I liked the present of course, don't get me wrong, hahaha.


Thank you very much once again!

Still Many More Presents to Put Up!!

Birthday Presents

With September being such a popular month to give birth, it's no surprise that I can hardly keep up with all the birthdays throughout the month. At last count, there are at least about 7 people, and that says a lot because I hardly know of more than one friend's birthday for each of the other months. Of course, there's always the chance that my selective memory doesn't like to include birthdays in other months due to 'personal bias' towards September, haha.

With birthdays, there's gotta be presents. Cakes. Cards. Dinners, and what-have-yous. But specifically presents, because you can miss the dinner, skip the cake, forget the card and even forget the birthday, but there has to be.... a present :D

Back then it was always stationery sets. Or decorative items. Kau-tim, finish. No fuss there.

Now...mention birthdays and 'aiyo, what to buy leh??' rings in the head.

I always thought that presents are a means of showing someone how well you know them. The more you know someone, the more meaningful a present you can buy or make for them. But this year I've hardly had the remotest idea of what to get for even the people that I'm pretty close with. I wondered if it was laziness on my part. I wondered if I was starting to become indifferent to all the birthdays. Or should I just say 'no time'?

Last Sunday it was the birthday of a certain Lee, whom I had known all my life but had only really gotten to 'know' better in the last 4 years. I had nothing to give, no cards and not even a wish. Partly because I was busy, but I had nothing planned in the first place. Was I being plain indifferent, and just couldn't care less?

No, it mattered. I cared. I just wish I could find something as.... wacky and.. random, something unique enough. I'll have to keep an eye out for next year I suppose.

A happy belated birthday then, to Justina Lee, cousin extraordinaire :)

You can bunuh me now if you want, Tina :D

PS: Picture above taken during the recent 'I-almost-died' white-water rafting trip, for full coverage go to Tanjonny Enjoyed Rafting

Can't Wait

I've kinda forgotten that I don't always have to have a word limit for my posts, that it doesn't always have to be 4 paragraphs long and all xD Didn't realise that I had never really blogged just for...ya know, fun :) So here's one: Can't Wait for Dinner!

No caption needed here, heh.

Feeling Lucky

A quick Google search revealed that quite a number of people actually get their fingers squashed by car doors every now and then. Which was what happened to me today xD

Coming back home with Simon, I had the great opportunity to have my fingers totally slammed in between the front door and the side frame of the trusty grey Citroen MPV. And the door latched just fine, click and all mind you. I was sitting behind the MPV, and had put my hand at the side frame where the sliding door meets the front door to get myself inside. But I left my hand there too long and when the front door closed, wham!

I felt a sharp impact, then looked and saw my fingers buried in between two pieces of metal. It actually felt quite comfortable though...for like a second. Then it hurt. The person in front was surprised to be sure :D But when I took my hand out, I noticed first of all that my fingers were still intact. Great, I thought. Then I checked...no blue-black bruises even. Just red swathes where it hit. Still, no swelling, nothing! Whoa, I'm really lucky, I thought. Such heavenly blessings to get my fingers back in one piece.

And throughout the night I was looking at my fingers like every 5 to 10 minutes, and everytime I saw them still nice and wriggly, I smiled, amused at my own fortune. I mean, if it was my red colour Proton Saga instead my fingers would've flown off a mile away, for sure. Or at the very least get my bones crushed like...crushed ice xD *looks at finger* But it's still here!! Hahaha.

Lucky.

And just the other day, I narrowly missed a car that zoomed in from a junction where some other cars obscured my view. I know how often it happens, but it was really close. A little bit more on the pedal and it would've been ugly. Nevertheless, I got back home safely. Lucky.

Or more than that, God's been really good to me for the last few days. It's not just plain Chinese ong-ong 'luck' of course, but I know it was God's protection. And grace.


*looks at fingers* Still here!!

Remember God's Grace

I picture the Christian life as a race along a straight highway ala the AutoBahn over in Germany, with countless numbers of awesome breathtaking sights and scenes on both sides.

As we run, we encounter and discover all the amazing things that God is only too happy to show to us. Beautiful mountain trails with clouds swooping down every now then, rows and rows of trees blooming to the colours of the Photoshop paint palette and waterfalls that gush with the roar of a mighty earthquake.

But the thing is, I figure most people would find it boring at one point or another to be going in only one direction. Hence when we see the overhead billboard that says 'Rest and Relaxation 10KM -->' the curious in us steers us in that direction and off we go on a nice short detour. Who doesn't like a break from that long stretch of highway?

So it was the same with me, just a few days ago I took a detour and went off to another town to 'rest and relax'. Enjoyed myself there, and boy it sure was a nice break from all that endless tarmac grinding. Stayed overnight even, since the luxuries and entertainments offered were so alluring, so desirable. Come morning however, I knew I took the wrong turn the previous night. The town was desolate, and around me only withering trees could be seen. It's not the first time unfortunately, and I'm never short of amazed at my own stupidity at times.

Finding my way back to the highway is always the hardest. Especially for someone as direction-blind as me. I just don't know if I'm heading in the right direction, or if I'm just going towards another one of those R&R places, or if I'm actually going anywhere at all.

And there's nothing that I can do, except to pray along the way that God would show the way again, that He would send a signboard or two to at least let me know where I am. I kind of get the feeling that after detouring for so many times, God might very well just get tired and put up a giant flashing neon billboard that says 'Good luck, you're on your own from this point onwards'. I mean, I would.



For all my worries though, I found something to rest on.

All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our sinful nature and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature objects of wrath. But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in his mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions - it is by grace you have been saved. Ephesians 2:3-5

I remembered His grace, and how He had never stopped coming back after me. A God who chases after our hearts, how stoned and foolish my conscience must have been to just walk away from the majesty that He constantly invites us into, and swim in the mud with the pigs instead. After all the gifts, all the blessings, all the joy, I find still myself in the wrong places at the wrong times doing anything but the right things to do.

Thanks for showing me the way again Lord :)

What's In A Name

What or who do you associate with a name, if I may ask?

When it comes to English names, some of us are born with one, some gave themselves one, some were given one, and still some others couldn't care less if they had one. I fall somewhere in between all of the above, I suppose. It's a relief that I have the luxury to settle for a name so easily and not have to grind my gray matter coming up with one of those odd-sounding names like Crimson or Race or whatever.

I tend to have very strong visual imageries for any and every kind of common English name that you can throw at me. An example: (meant to be non-offensive)

Nathan - Indian doctor
Charles - Blonde European
Bartholomew - Big guy with a soft character
Russel - Rascal
Andre - Rich kid, mixed-parentage or European
Roger - Short guy, 3 feet tops
John - Average Chinese person, but has an unusual personality
Simon - Has curly hair :D

So it was asked of me that.... if I had the chance to slap an actual English name (since my current name's given at birth) in front of my full name, what would it be?

In a return to having interactive posts, I've decided (I hope this doesn't end up being embarassing) to ask you guys this: what would you name me, and what kind of imagery do you normally associate with that name? Fire away at the comments (^.^)

Dial-a-number

The post about uni would have to wait, don't think I have enough time to blog about it today...

But on another note, out of the blue while surfing the net I suddenly decided to play around with my iTalk credit on the computer, and just randomly called up some of the people on my phonebook that I've not seen or heard from for a while. Here's a summary of the calls that I made:

1st call - cannot reach
2nd call - in a meeting
3rd call - chatted for 10 minutes
4th call - cannot reach
5th call - chatted for 7 minutes
6th call - chatted for 20 minutes

And there goes my homework for tonight....

It's sad how some friends just seem to 'fall out of fashion' with me over time. Not meaning to say that they're no longer fashionable, I guess it's kinda inevitable that some friends just come and go as we move on with our lives. Everytime I hit a crossroad in my life, I lost contact with some of my old friends but at the same time I also made new ones. Nothing new here I suppose.

For the most part I've always preferred chatting on the phone compared to texting, e-mailing or using MSN. Can't quite say why, but perhaps I'm a more aurally-attuned person, I talk a whole lot more on the phone than you would ever catch me doing in person. It's nice when the other person sounds genuinely and pleasantly surprised to get a call from you :D

That said, there are also a lot of friends that I don't feel like calling up, friends that I seem to have lost the connection with. So many. Too many, in fact. Something must've gone wrong, but I've no idea what or where. Or maybe it's just me being selfish and actually taking to 'choosing' who I want to be friends with and who I don't....



Now I can join the ranks of those who moan about school/college/work. Tomorrow got uni!! >.<

The Longest Post

So this is it, Sunway. Orientation. Gosh...

TQ Posmen

There is a longing, only You can fill...
A raging tempest, only You can still...
My soul is thirsty LORD, to know You as I am known...
Drink from the river, that flows before Your throne...

Thanks, Hilda Hew Mun Foong :)

Scrape

I wonder who was luckier, the one sitting in the shining BMW 5-series who was behind me just 15 minutes ago at the sloping car park exit or plain ol' me in my red Proton.

I happened to have had just scraped through the 'bukit' at Summit's secondary exit without having to empty my bank account to an executive who drives a fancy German import. And it was a really close call. I think. No idea how close I was, but from the blaring honk I figured the person in the Benz must've been sweating his pants off.

It's inexperience of my part of course, since in the one second it takes to shift my big foot from the brake pedal to the accelerator my car tumbled back a good mile.

*Handbrakehandbrakehandbrake*

Uni's gonna start in less than a week, and honestly speaking I'm still not confident enough to drive all the way to Sunway yet. Never mind that I won't be able to find my way there in the first place...but all that aside, I really thank God that we (my sis and see huang were in the car) scraped through today. And with that, I've got another close-call to add to my driving credentials :)

The People We Don't See

The last update had been more than a week ago, but not without reason of course. I had sent my Adeline (my lappy) off to get her battery changed last Thursday and I only just got it back around yesterday. Minus the battery, since they say they'd need to contact the HQ in Taiwan... I don't quite like using the desktop at home to update so I had to wait till I could get my grubby hands on the lappy again. So here's a post that's LONG WAY LONG overdue :D


First and foremost, thank God for the journey mercies during our awesome trip to Bethany Home in Teluk Intan :)

It was like a whirlwind, what had been going on for the last few weeks. I thought I had all the time in the world to bum around, and the whole of June and July to slowly burn my way through. Instead, without so much as to realise it right now I only have roughly one month left to play around with....scary.

Where to begin, where to begin....hurm, actually I can't quite remember in detail what took place over past couple of weeks, but somehow someway the days went by and all I could recall was that I did a lot of things. Oh well.

The highlight though, was definitely the visit to Bethany Home. Bethany Home is simply, 'A School and Training Centre for disabled children and adults', to quote from their website. As far as I know, Bethany Home is the best of its kind in the country and I was really genuinely impressed when Mr. Jayasingh the director said that their aim is to provide a place for the disabled 'from cradle to grave' which, if you ask me, is no small task. If you had read Sim's blog then you'd know that me, him, See Huang and David decided to visit there for 3 days. We had to brave a series near-misses on our way there, narrowly avoiding having to go back home prematurely.

Our stay there was short to say the least, since the other two volunteers we met there signed on for way longer. We reached the centre at around 6 in the evening and the place was dead quiet with nary a soul around, and it was already too late to do anything other than to clean up and go for dinner. That night we ended up watching CSI on the Astro there xD The next morning was much more eventful, fortunately and we had the chance to get a closer look at the machineries behind this huge centre that they call Bethany Home.

It never occurred to me how life is like for those the society likes to label as 'istimewa'. When I really mulled about it, I was left with nothing more than an endless series of question marks. What do they do from day to day? How are they going to grow up and work for their own living? How do they live alone without their parents? What does the future hold for them?

Mr. Jayasingh had this to say: "God doesn't create 'rejects'. Each and every one of these people here might be disabled in terms of their physical condition and state of mind, but inside them their souls are no different from ours."

And a whole lot of sense that makes, I would say.

Less Of Me

Sell fish. Take away the one letter, put them together and you have one universal trait that applies to all of us. Selfish.

Nature dictates that we be selfish, because it ensures our survival as a species. I don't suppose our cave-dwelling ancestors would've done very well if they always thought of feeding other animals first. Hence we're all born with the instinct to look out for ourselves.

But that's different.

The kind of selfishness that I find myself entangled in is just so wrong, no matter how I look at it.

Me first, me first, me first. I deserve it. I need it. I must get it.

There's never enough, and I always feel that I'm at the losing end of things, like I'm some sort of get-rich-quick scam victim. It's almost as if there's this big wooden Irish-bar kind of door that slams shut whenever I wanna forgo satisfying my own wants and whims first and see if there's anyone else whom I can do something for.

It's scary.

I have to constantly remind myself to bear less of me, and more of others. I came to realize not too long ago that selfishness comes at the expense of those around you, and perhaps that's how sin affects those around us. Most of the time it's not very noticeable but I'm very sure that somehow someway I've wronged each and every one of you at some point in time, whether directly or indirectly.

"You can't touch the water without making a ripple."

Good guys finish last, we all know. But if everyone's good, then can't we all finish together?

And we urge you, brothers, warn those who are idle,
encourage the timid, help the weak, be patient with everyone.
Make sure that nobody pays back wrong for wrong,
but always try to be kind to each other and to everyone else.
1 Thessalonians 5: 14-15

It's hard, but I'll try...

Vision

I love receiving letters, honestly :)

Every now and then, a letter pops up in my mailbox, and it never fails to light up my day. Thank you very much to the few of you who do take the trouble to send me letters, be it for minor or thoughtful matters.

And yes, I got another one (^.^)



Now here's something that has totally slipped my mind. A relic from RBS, a piece of the Shirtliff mission team that we forged together up there half a year ago. In typical Ann Sue fashion, she sent three photos and scribbled on a piece of foolscap paper with her 'tiny handwriting' but surprise surprise, something else fell out of the envelope.

Along with the photos came attached a nice yellow card...

Don't think we could have said it any better.

But really, thanks a lot Miss Ong for the photos and the wonderful reminder of this 'vision' that we sought to achieve. I shall see to it that the favours are returned in kind some day ;D

It's finally up in YooToob!

Coming Soon

I've been wanting to update in the past couple of days, but just never found the time to sit down to do so...but rest assured it's coming! :D

It has something to do with these doughnuts... I think xD

To Celebrate A Birth (with video!)

To be honest, I sometimes wonder how we justify celebrating birthdays. I mean, everyone's got one. And countless numbers of people are born everyday. Every single minute, in fact. What makes anyone's birthday any more special than others' and actually worth celebrating?

But if you ask me, birthdays are a good excuse for you to something for people whom you care about. I can imagine that without birthdays, we won't have an excuse to show our appreciation and love for those around us. "Oh, I wanna celebrate your niceness, your sweet smile, and your rocking personality, George." "Alright everyone, let's get together to celebrate Adam's humbling generosity, charming demeanor and cheery attitude!"

Nah, give me the birthday cake and pink candles any day ;D

Today's date seventeen years ago just so happens to be the very day this person called Maggie Lim Shu Hui came into the world, but knowing her she'd probably be fully booked today by her friends and family, so we sprang her a nice surprise roughly 24 hours earlier xD

The Action Plan:

Maggie had class until 4.30 in the evening, so our secret operative Mabel (church mate/RBS friend) went along with Maggie's mum (who had also been roped into this surprise) to the college to get her. The moment she got into the car, she was duly blinfolded and driven straight to One Utama, where we had all gathered.

HERE'S THE VIDEO OF MAGGIE BEING CAUGHT BY AGENT MABEL!!

There were about 6 of us who had the taken the trouble to go all the way to One Utama via public transport. Some had to sit through hours of bus ride, others had to cross crocodile-infested waters, while still some braved the horrors of taking the ever-late and never-early KTM. Tough, yea. But we made it there, heh.

It takes a whole lot of guts and determination to try and get to
One Utama using public transport...Simon is seen here focusing
on the mission half way during the ardous journey.

Once Maggie reached One Utama, she was guided by Mabel all the way (blind-folded) to the rendezvous point at McDonald's.

What would we do without iconic eateries like this...

Having arrived safe and sound, operative Mabel was thrilled and
begged to have a photo taken in recognition of her skills.

From McDonald's, I was there to then personally lead them both to where everyone else was waiting, the food court. It's one thing to be blind-folded, but to be blind-folded in a shopping mall isn't something that can be pulled off easily, we found. Taking the escalator was tricky, but Maggie survived without tumbling headfirst. Moving on, everyone at the food court got ready with the cake (cup-cakes, in this case) and candles and stuff.

You'd notice the candles aren't lit yet, because we couldn't procure a
lighter in time, but thankfully agent Sim managed to 'borrow' a small
flame from one of the nearby food stalls.

Finally, having seated her at the table, we plonked the cake (cup-cakes) in front of her, rushed to get the candles lit, yanked off her blind-fold and gave her the best rendition of Happy Birthday that we could muster in the food court.

And........mission accomplished!! (^.^)v

Thanks again, to the people who took the effort to make it there (it's okay Sim, you'd do just fine for your mid-terms next week, after all it's just how you 'balance your time', right? xD; I still have no clue how you made it there Kit Meng, but I really appreciate that you made the effort to come for this event, don't worry, it'll be anywhere BUT One U the next time, haha; an hour and a half is quite a lengthy period of time but you endured the bus ride anyway and even had to end up going back all the way to Cyberjaya late, you're really a great assistant supervisor, Kelvin Tay, I appreciate the effort you put in a hundred-percent!),

to those who helped out with the planning (thanks Mabel, for stepping in and taking the trouble to do so many things, sorry you had to skip class but honestly you made it all possible; thanks Desiree for asking on Sunday about going out, because we otherwise wouldn't have thought of planning something; and of course, the not-bad-wor Sue Ann who not only made the cup-cakes but also actually called up some of the rest),

and to iTalk, for making all the phone discussions possible without burning through huge chunks of prepaid credit.


And what a relief. Another Shirtliff reunion (with extra help) scored!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGGIE!

Up and up and up and *click*...........WHOOOSH!!!

This post is best read by those who have not sat on the Solero Space Shot in Genting

Now this is probably too cliched to even post about, because the odds are 98% of you people out there would have had sat on the Solero Space Shot in Genting before at least once in the last 3 years. A quick Google image search revealed all too quickly that Genting trips and the Solero ride have been pretty much blogged about to death. The title would be something like "Genting Retreat" and then what follows is a whole plethora of pictures with small little captions here and there. Sigh~

So it's pretty disappointing to realise that I actually had to wait until now to get the chance to board a theme park ride that I remember seeing some 5 years back in the advertisements, but then again who am I to complain? I'd sooner get slapped with some disaster-front-page rolled-up newspaper, I know, so I guess I'm really grateful to have made the trip up to the cool highlands two days ago.

Oh yea, what really happened is that together with three other friends (all guys) we went and got ourselves the one-day-trip tickets (which sells at RM 42 for bus+skyway+full park+skyway+bus vs RM 51 for full park alone if bought separately).

Two of the guys were my old schoolmates, and it was certainly great to be able to get together again because once everyone hits college you know it's next to impossible to even meet up for small yam cha sessions anymore...it just so happened that we're all free, and quite likely it would be the last time we could do anything else like this.

But back to the trip. For the most part I think I really enjoyed the rides that we went on. Especially in go-kart, because Suresh (one of my old schoolmates) got a really slow kart, and I pulled off one of those F1 cornering-cut uber-cool moments on him, super fun!! (^.^) It's not so much the ride though I guess, it's just having good company to enjoy. It's like watching a movie in a cinema, I'd rather watch a lame show with a bunch of friends than to go watch something better all by myself. But having said that, I went on the Solero Space Shot by myself because I was so dissatisfied by the fact that 3 months ago I had to give it a miss due to the massive queue and although the wait was excrutiatingly long (half-an-hour for a ride that's 10 seconds??) I'm so glad I went ahead (one was afraid of heights and the other had stomach problem, one more joined me later) because I believe to experience the same kind of rush you'd need something like skydiving (which isn't covered in any sort of theme park deal that I know of) or a suicide jump off a 10-storey building (which is free but...). It's SO awesome!!

If I were made the Prime Minister, I would've made it mandatory for everyone to go ride it at least once, buahahahaha xD

Investment

When you invest in something, you would naturally hope to gain or reap benefit of some sort one way or another either in the near future or in the distant years. But when they call marriage an 'investment', it just somehow doesn't seem quite right to me. Does the husband expect to earn something at the end of the day? Does the wife seek to gain a decent profit sometime in the future? Or are they mutually investing in each other, so that they may enjoy the fruits of one another's labor?

Far be it that I should know anything about marriage other than that's how I came to be, but I guess the many nuggets of wisdom imparted at today's wedding must've somehow found their way into my central thought processing centre. But it was awesome. A bit longer than you'd expect, perhaps, but awesome.

I hope I have the permission to put this picture up, haha.
Congratulations Rach and Guan!!

And here's to all the behind-the-scenes hard work put in by people from all the different areas of their lives, be them relatives, friends, church members or what-nots. It's always the unseen ones who are responsible for a good part of big-event weddings like this one, kudos to everyone!

Lately

Lately, I realised I had not been blogging about anything substantial...

Lately, I realised I had not been doing anything substantial....

Lately, I realised I had not been thinking about anything substantial.....

Lately, I realised I had been living a life that's not very substantial.......

For more reasons than one, I've been feeling pretty angsty lately (no need to guess, angsty isn't a word). I've had far more free time on my hands than I ever imagined, and to be honest I had not been a very good steward with them...staying up late (like now) and waking up even later (like 12!!!!! It's very depressing because I'm the kind that only responds to physical contact, so the loudest alarms can buzz away without so much as to make me move a finger) can apparently have very detrimental effects on your mental health. Which I believe is why I'm so out-of-myself lately...getting worked up easily, getting annoyed for no reason, getting frustrated at the slightest trouble or difficulty and frankly, the worst is just plain apathy.

And what better way to express angst than to draw it out:

Okay okay, so it doesn't look as angsty as I had hoped it would but that aside....I've got a lot on my mind now, and I think it would take me a while before I can properly come to my senses again. I guess understanding my own psyche would be a nice opportunity to practice for uni, heh.

Music Catch

Don't know if this came from any particular music maestro, but it's the background music for this game called Music Catch (here at http://www.kongregate.com/games/Reflexive/music-catch) which I highly recommend you give a try because it's such a simple and relaxing game :D But if you do have a few minutes to spare and wanna get some thoughts in your head shaped up, click on the song to play it and just wander away in your mind ;D

Excerpt from Carrie Underwood's So Small

It's so easy to get lost inside
A problem that seems so big, at the time
It's like a river that's so wide
It swallows you whole

While you're sittin round thinking about what you can't change
And worryin' about all the wrong things
Time's flying by, moving so fast
You better make it count, cause you can't get it back...

Answered

It's all too easy to bury yourself in doubt, to try and grab with your own small hands the huge clusters of uncertainties that follow us all the time in the name of living a life here on humble earth...

True, I was pretty annoyed and unhappy over how I failed my first round of driving exam. I failed before even actually hitting the real tarmacs. But the things that took place, the happenings that happened and the stuff that went on while I fast-forwarded my life to the following exam two weeks later only seemed to say one thing: who are you of little faith to question the way of the LORD?

I certainly had a good dose of surprises lately: The LORD opened new and totally unexpected doors. I was roped in for Parents' Appreciation Night. A friend came back from the faraway fields of America. I'm doing my quiet time more often (but still never enough of course). I passed my driving exam. Oh wait, sorry bout that. I PASSED MY DRIVING EXAM!!!!

Headed over to the driving school at the crack of dawn today, to see the faces of the instructors and examiners there again. To sit and frolic in the cloud of smoke (cigarette and automobile). To chat with fellow 'also-failed-road-test' friends.

I prayed did pray quite earnestly for this, because I didn't want to burn anymore cash on retaking the exams...it's bad enough that they force you waste a whole entire day there. And how the LORD answered....

Comparatively speaking, I certainly enjoyed this revisit to the driving school a lot more...being there for the second time kinda makes you feel like you're a pro I guess, haha. I knew what I had to do this time... I sat in the first row of chairs while waiting for their registration counter to open. And I was the first person to register. Muahaha~

So far so good, I went to wait for my turn at the road-test area. Having two friends around to chit-chat with sure made a lot of difference, even though I only knew them two weeks ago xD Thanks Elaine and Ian for the company! By the time I had registered, it was about 8.30 plus. They had about five or six JPJ instructors today, and each instructor took examinees in stacks of seven or more. I was at the top of one of those stacks. And off I went at 9.00, probably one of the first to take to the roads today :D

This time around, the handbrake took a backseat and there were no mati-enjin fiascoes to be had, fortunately :) Along the route, everything was smooth-sailing and I certainly could feel that God was with me all the way......I'm really thankful that He answered my prayers so perfectly, He never ceases to amaze me. Back at the driving school fifteen minutes later, the JPJ officer gave me a nice and cozy 17/20 to take back home. Not Hamis Lewilton or anything of that sort yet, that's for sure but it more than sufficed for me (^.^)

But all these when set against a backdrop of constantly turning away from God, constantly shutting him out from the things that I do....I know I'm at a crossroad of sorts spiritually. I either buck up, or I'll just end up pulling up sooner or later. Rest assured though, I'm not quite gonna give in just yet ;D In fact, the fight's just only begun...

To Be A Friend

Church camp's over and done, but since I have no photos yet I'd save the post for later..

It never fails to surprise me how most of the time we only know a teeny-weeny bit of a person. And I do mean, a teeny-weeny bit...

Whenever I find myself in a conversation, the thing that I always hope to avoid is to have a person tell you that there's something going on with them but when pressed a little further they serve you with "Oh, it's nothing lah." Don't take me wrongly here, it's not that I'd be angry with the person or anything, but rather I kinda feel dissatisfied with myself whenever I hit that sort of dead end in a conversation. Of course, it's understandable that you don't go around telling people that you have a pimple on your backside or anything of that sort, but to me it makes me feel that the person who's keeping a secret (let's say it's not a ridiculous pimple-on-the-backside one but rather something more serious and personal) doesn't trust me enough. This would of course be because I don't that person well enough. Which actually means to say that I did not make enough effort to know that person better. Which is not very nice, because I really prefer deeper-level friendships and not just being acquaintances..

Lately the question came about and made me wonder: what kind of a friend am I to the others around me?

Now I believe that my natural personality is more introverted and I'd happily be an island every now and then, but I know that I also enjoy being in the position to bless those of you out there whom I have the privilege to call 'friends' either in big or minor ways. But opportunities to help your friends largely depend on how much you know about them. And when I find that I know so little about someone, it would seem like almost insulting to even offer any sort of help...

I can only imagine what it's like to know someone through and through, to feel the hurt and share the pain, to cry the tears and laugh the joys. Everyone has their own ugly side and closet of skeletons, and being such a friend would surely take a lot of love and patience, but it also means that you are in the best possible position to render help whenever necessary. You would know what's gonna work and wouldn't, you would say only the right things and never fear offending that friend with the wrong choice of words, you would know how best to serve the needs of that friend.

And how profound it is, when the Lord sees me as that friend.

He knows me like the back of His hand, he shares with my thoughts and listens to my cries, He knows exactly the best way to help me sail through the troubles that find their way to the fragile hull of my soul. He sees me for all the worst things that I am, but never once said He would take leave. He is the one who cares to care, and I am that friend who cannot be any more grateful than to call Jesus as Saviour AND a true blue best of the very best friend!

Wonder if I woule ever have the privilege to be the kind of intimate friend to others in the way that Jesus is to me...

On a side note, all the Blind Zorro and Sorrow the sister stuff must've gotten into my head, because the only thing I did after getting back home was to draw this..

I must've spent close to four hours on this...better go hit the bed now :D

Liberacion!

16th of May is traditionally celebrated as Teacher's Day here in Malaysia and other parts of the world (I think) and it so happened that I had the chance to end my teaching stint at SMK USJ 13 on this very meaningful day too :D

Having worked for close to 2 months, teaching's a bittersweet experience I must say..bitter when you get students who couldn't give a care whether you were in the class, but sweet it is when you have students whom you can get along with and be sort of a friend to.

I've had my fair share of hits and misses along the way in the last 40 days I signed on to the job of a 'temporary replacement teacher' and now I'm free again to squander my living daylights for the next month or so..it won't be long before I post again about how boring it is to have nothing to do I feel :D

Goodbye SMK USJ 13..


Goodbye Doctor Brand chalk...


Goodbye pile of books that never seem to go away....


Goodbye to all you young ones who still have to slug it out for exams.....



It's been a great experience, I'd be sure to take the time to really think about all the things that I had learned from this job..something tells me I'd miss that Pas Keluar ;D