Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Last post in Kch - Christmas!

Joy to the world, the Lord is here! Yeah! Merry Christmas to everyone who reads my blog! Well, I think I need to update about my life back here in Kuching, since I’ll be leaving in 2 days time. Sad.

JPA Medical Checkup Report + New Spectacles
The following content happened not in a day, but 2 weeks time. I skipped the dates so that those that I complained could save themselves some faces.
Once again I felt quite disappointed by how government did its job and INTEC was, again, left me some questionnaires regarding how it do stuffs. I shifted house about like a year and ½ ago and I’ve informed INTEC about it and they said they would update both the school record as well as JPA. In the end, they did not. And there was a day, when everyone told me that they got their medical checkup forms. Where was mine? I asked myself. God knows. I had a mindset that because my hometown is in Kuching, it might take some time for my mail to reach my house. What an excuse to calm myself. But after a while the letter, still, did not come to my house, and I was certain that the mail had somehow lost along its dreadful journey, I decided to give JPA a ring. Yes, JPA was indeed not updated about my house-shifting. So, they decided to pass me the form when we went for psychological test. They did pass me two medical checkup forms, and without the offer letter. So I hold the 2 forms for some time and went back to Kuching with it, hoping that I could do it in the city of cats, in which the dogs dominated. So after I reached back in Kuching, I had my worst time ever. I took that 2 sets of papers to general hospital, or they call it HUS (Hospital Umum Sarawak) and the funny thing was, they said they could not do medical checkup for me, and referred me to Policlinic Kuching at Jalan Masjid, if you know where – the one near Padang Merdeka in Kuching where the car-park is never adequate. Sad. Then, the policlinic officers were a bunch of people who were (and I believe “are still”) stubborn-minded. They refused and rejected me just because I did not have the offer letter. I called JPA and they asked me to pass him to the officer and so that he could explain to him. But the policlinic officer just gave a lame excuse:




Why should I talk to him?

Speechless. I was speechless and stunned as if Tiny the stone giant had blown me Avalanche. In the end, I got rejected and dad went to A.T.A.S., I don’t know what the abbreviation stands for, but it is a tuberculosis centre which was next to the disappointing policlinic and thank God they allowed me to do the Mantoux test, but I had to come again 3 days later. Sweat.
The following events did not happen, please, just read through.
*One of the A.T.A.S. officers, who is dad’s friend, asked us to go to another policlinic named Policlinic Sentosa in 7th Mile, if you know where. =) We went there and they told us that the processing time would take 6 weeks. My jaw sank to the floor. Needless to say 6, 2 weeks I’ll be in Germany already and the report could only come out in 6 weeks? So after some discussion, the officer asked us to go private medical centre for blood test, urine test and x-ray examination. So we referred to another friend of dad’s, and he wrote us some bills to Timberland Medical Centre and to Gribbles, a so-claimed internationally-trusted laboratory. Result came out and I went for the Mantoux test, which I guessed it was the nurse’s fault, that my mark was only cute 3mm wide which, compare to my friends’, were abnormal, or too healthy. Sweat. Anyway, I went for vision test, and sadly, the doctor diagnosed that I’ve red-green colorblind, as expected, and I need to pair my eyes with spectacles. After completing the forms, we went back to Policlinic Sentosa and after long waiting, frustrations, prayers, they checked my medical results and gave me their precious signature on the piece of paper. God showed His mightiness and answered my prayer. I prayed that everything could be smooth and it turned out to be so! Just that it took some time. But I really felt fortunate and thank God that everything was now ended! Cheers for me!*

So I then went to Hopoh Shopping Centre and gave my 2 eyes what they deserved:



Sad. After completing the forms, we went back to Policlinic Sentosa and after long waiting, frustrations, prayers, they checked my medical results and gave me their precious signature on the piece of paper. God showed His mightiness and answered my prayer. I prayed that everything could be smooth and it turned out to be so! Just that it took some time. But I really felt fortunate and thank God that everything was now ended! Cheers for me!*

Baptism
I went back to Kuching and I had my greatest time ever. For two days I followed Hon Kiet to his church, and finally I can loudly proclaim that He is the Lord. Yes, choosing a belief is not as simple as 123. The main problem is not about what choice do you make, but how supporting people around are towards you. Well, I really glad that mom and friends around me gave me great support and hugely boosted my morale. I’ve decided that I wanted to be a son of God ever since I was 17. But due to some issues, I had to cast things aside, to avoid some quarrels. How wise decision can a 17-year –old boy make? At first my mom thought I was playful. But I’ve shown her that she was wrong =) At Kuching I went to Good News Fellowship Church and upon Hon Kiet’s recommendation, I seek Sister Lily to guide me through the bible reading classes. Mine was sort of like “express style”, because I was short in time. I did 3 lessons in a night. Everything was in hurry, just because I wanted to get baptized before I go to Germany. Well, it happened and finally, God saw my fire will to be a son of His. Sunday, 23rd of December, was the day when I washed myself, when I crossed over from Kingdom of Darkness to Kingdom of Light, and my funeral ceremony, followed by my resurrection and marry to the Christ. I might be a young Christian, or perhaps a baby yet. But I wanted to grow up so that one day, I’m not just a follower of His, but a messenger of His, reaching out His greatness to people that who yet to know His love for us. Good News is my new home. And I’m glad that that day mom accompanied me. It was a symbol of acknowledgement. Thank you mom! And those who had prayed for me, thank you very much. I will be a faithful one. I surrender myself to you Lord, that You are my guidance, You are my leader. I know You have great plans in me. Take me, lift me, fill me and then use me, oh Lord. For whatever that happens, all the gratitude should go to you.
Today is your birthday, and today will be my first Christmas ever! Thank You, Lord. =)

Camera!
Yeah! I got myself a camera. It is Sony Cybershot DSC W80. Don’t know whether it is good or not. Still try try. Sad. I’ve spent so much money already. T,T and yet more are coming… Sob Sob…


vincent

Saturday, December 22, 2007

National Treasure: Book of Secrets

..::*+ Small Talk +*::..
Wow, it has been a while since I last reviewed a movie. Well, in this post I’ll review another movie, just shown today, or yesterday, I’m not sure. But anyhow, it was a great movie and worth to watch.

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National Treasure: Book of Secrets

Nicholas Cage has again done a job-well-done in this second movie as the main character Benjamin Gates. Most of the good-guys in the first movie are also in this movie, including Ben’s girlfriend or wife, I’m not sure, Abigail Chase (acted by Diane Krüger, a German), Ben’s father, Patrick Gates (acted by Jon Voight – the Secretary of Defense in Transformers), and Riley Poole (acted by Justin Bartha). There are also new appearance of Ben’s mother (acted by Helen Mirren), I-thought-to-be-the-antagonist Mitch Wilkinson (acted by Ed Harris), the President of United States (acted by Bruce Greenwood) and many others more.

The story started when the crocodile treasure hunter Ben was giving his talk to the audience about the assassination of former President Abraham Lincoln when a man stood up and present ay missing page of John Wilkes Booth’s diary. Ben’s great-great-grandfather’s name, Thomas Gates, as written on that piece of paper, might be the key conspirator of the murder. In order to clear his family’s name, Ben had to set journeys to unsolved clues left on that piece of paper. He had to travel from United States (US) to Paris for the clue at the Statue of Liberty near to Eiffel Tower, to Buckingham Palace for the I-forgot-what-name-but-it-is-one-of-the-twin table and later on to America again for the other table. He found out that the clue was not in the second table as the first, instead a chop which led them to the ‘kidnap’ of the President to find out the truth about the Book of Secrets. The journey continued, and that was where the most interesting part of the movie. I’m not going to tell it, you go watch it yourself.
But overall, the movie was quite good, but I don’t like the way they presented the ideas: as if Ben never wrong in analysis and guessing. Sweat. Riley Poole is just as cool as ever in hacking systems. In the end, by the way, he got a tax-free Ferrari. Laugh out loud.

Well,
Storyline – 8/10
Sounds/ Effects – 8/10
Presentation – 8.5/10
Worthiness to watch – 8.5/10

So go watch, k? =P


vincent

Saturday, December 15, 2007

I hate... (Part 1)

Different people have different thoughts. I mean, everyone has their own limits and borders in accepting something in life. In my life, there are some negative values that to me are totally unacceptable.

1. Lie
I hate people who talks lies to me. If things are not serious I still can cool down myself and be considerate about the reasons why they lie to me. But when it comes to serious matter, like important points, interpersonal relationships, or anything that is important, I really cannot be Mr. Cool and be considerate. I will not even try to cool down myself. I will not. I don’t know. Guess I just hate people who talks lies and make empty promises and do broken vows. If you really appreciate me as someone that crosses your life, let it be a normal friend, or a great partner or colleague, you will know that no matter how hurting a thing might be, I will always accept them for they are the truth that I will not dare try to run away from. I will not place the faults on someone just because they mistreated me or somehow. But in return I want the truth. If I ever find out that they’re lying to me, well, troubles come. Depends on the situation and my mood, I might can tolerate them, or worst come to worst - they will no longer be friends of mine. What are friends for if they cannot just be honest with you? Scare that the truth will make me do stupid stuffs like suicide or something? Give me a break. I will not die for something which is true. What is the meaning of my death if I commit suicide? It’s not like things will change for me. It’s not like my death will bring any significant to the situation to be better. Death changes nothing. Even if it changes something, by the name of sympathy of other people, we will not be the one to experience the changes. We are already dead. Anyway, don’t try to come to me with lies. You know how I will treat you. If you still want to be in circle of mine, be honest with me.

2. Organization
Personally, I hate events or things that are unorganized. I really dislike words like “we’ll see about it”, “I guess it’ll be fine”, or even “we didn’t prepare for unforeseen circumstances”… it really pissed me off, especially when things are very serious and have to be cautiously handled. And besides, I hate people who do not organize things neatly. Especially when it comes to events or functions, improper and the way those people with “selamba” style really challenge my patience and temper. There was once when I took Keretapi Tanah Melayu (KTM) to Nilai Station which really pissed me off. That was the time when I wanted to go to KLIA for my flight back to Kuching. I departed from Cemara Hostel exactly 2 and ½ hours before my flight. With theory I supposed to reach at KLIA with some tiny time before the check-in gate closes. But on the way the old train broke down, not to mention the slow-crawling speed the train was moving. So, we had to wait in the compartments for quite a long time before we were shifted to the other train. I was so frustrated, because deep in my heart I knew, unless the train sped up, I won’t make it to KLIA in time. It really pissed me off and even the passenger who sat beside me could feel my temper. My mind was dancing. What should I do now? In the end I decided to hop out from the train at the next station and I took a taxi to KLIA whose driver scammed cost me MYR60. It’s really sucked. I was only like 4 or 5 stations (I couldn’t remember exactly…) away from Nilai Station. I asked the driver if it’s possible to give me discount and he replied WtF-ly that they charged the same price no matter who for the same travel. Hell… I didn’t have time to argue about that. If I have the lost time, I will even call the official to sue you. Taxis should run by meter, I know this rule. =.=¿ Anyway, I couldn’t do anything other than to blame myself for being unorganized. If I include some time if emergencies happen, things won’t be so frustrating. Therefore, from that time onwards, unless I take KLIA Express, I really departed at least 4 hours earlier, even if I had to wake up on 5am to catch the 6am KTM train at Shah Alam Station.

3. Being Punctual
I dislike people who do not practice the attitude of being punctual. Maybe the situation that I went through that creates this kind of thinking in my mind. Most of you know that I was a state-player-to-be in Kuching. I underwent trainings to build me to become a state player one day, another dream that I gave up by the reason of immature thinking. During that time my parents hardly being on time to pick me up from Sarawak Badminton Association (SBA), the place where I used to trained. Our training started on 1900hours until around 2200hours in weekdays and for Saturday from 1400hours to 1600hours. On weekdays it was a bit scary since it was quite-late-night. Quite scary too. Well, being in a situation that I could not complain, I guess the only way I could do was to keep it inside me and not to do the same mistake like them. I since then tried to practice a habit of being punctual to every important occasions and events. I hate being late and have to apologize to everyone with the explanations of the reasons of being late. But sometimes I think things are much tougher to be accomplished, since we are surrounded by people of different piece of mindset. Yes, some people never even try to be punctual to a meeting, ceremony, etc. When they are late, they will just give off a simple and common and typical Malaysia slang:
Malaysia time mah… it’s plus minus 30 minutes. You know I know right?

It just so disgusting and I hate it. I really do. I mean, why can’t people try to be punctual to a certain occasion? Why must they give that kind of lame excuses? Is it hard at all, in the first place, try to be punctual? A ceremony which supposes to start at 0900hours will start at 0930hours or even 1000hours. Why can’t we all learn from other countries, typically Germany? Do you know that in Germany, if you are late, even for a single damn minute to the train station, you can just tear off you ticket, no matter how much it cost you. You know why? It’s because that the railway system in Germany is well-known as the most punctual. But it’s sad to hear from my lecturer that the reputation has since then dropped a little.

3 points so far I think would be enough for you to digest. You can’t blame me to have these thoughts. I just can’t stand it.


vincent

Thursday, December 06, 2007

BTN & KARiSMA

..::*+ Small Talk +*::..
Weee… it has been a while since I last post an entry. It’s almost 3 weeks, in fact. Well, basically the first week I went for Biro TataNegara (BTN) and the 2nd week I went to UiTM Jengka, Pahang for KARiSMA 2007. Yea, so, now it’s time to update everything. Yea, it will be very long. A super long post! The time zone is, as usual, GMT +8.00.


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BTN

What’s a BTN, you might ask. I’ll tell you. It’s basically a brain-washing program where all the JPA scholars must attend before flying out to their respective countries. It trains you to be patriotic and on the whole it is very time-wasting and boring program. At least that’s what those who went for it will say.

So the bus came at around 3pm and we waited as the person in-charge took attendance. I remembered I ran back to my room because of my body wash – I nearly forgot to bring it, and the consequence would be real bad, because my entire gang depend on my body wash. So, if I forget to bring, then… haha.

Then after long waiting, finally we departed. I forgot how long it took to reach Kem Bumi Jati. I don’t know how much anger I stored within myself. Unsatisfaction. My tears nearly fell out from my eyeballs. Thank you for lying to me. Well, it does not matter now, does it?

We registered ourselves and were introduced to the facilitators there. At night the Penghulu and Assistant Penghulu and other posts were selected through democracy. We were then formed into groups. I was in Group 4. My members consisted of me, Kai Boon, Sharon, Jia Hui, Kazeem the Penghulu, Hadi the ALG president, Azam, Shahir, Afif, Hilmi, Raj, Nurul Nadia a.k.a. May, and Najwa. I was so unlucky to sit at the 2nd place when we were sitting in rows and thus earned myself a title – Ketua Kumpulan (group leader), since the 1st seat was for the Penghulu. After the selection then we went for supper, which was provided by the management. The first night there were like horrible, where mosquitoes everywhere and the bed were uncomfortable to me. I hardly slept as time ticked and I was sure I finally dozed off around 4am. How sad.

The next day we woke up around 5.30am by 5.45am we were already in the main hall for moral talk, while the Muslims went for their Subuh Prayer. The talk was sort of boring, although it was quite informative. Haha. Then at 7am we were chased to the car park for our morning marching. It was a army-like style and Pak Nordin, the Ketua Jurulatih, was very strict. But luckily no one was punished. Speaking about the punishment, he said one of the punishments, especially for the Muslims who did not go for Solat Subuh, was to dip your head into a fish pond nearby. =.=¿ Sweat right?

We had our break and went for breakfast at 8.00am and later had our morning shower. At 8.30am sharp we were again chased to the main hall for talk. The talk consisted of 4 parts – “Tanah Air”, “Rakyat”, “Kerajaan”, and “Kedaulatan & Rumusan”, which each of these lasted for 2 hours. The talk was quite good and I guess the reason that I did not fall asleep is because I was sitting in front. Anyway, I gained some information about my own country throughout these four sessions. I was taught about the importance of democracy, unity and all the big events that happened in years back then. In the afternoon, around 5.30pm, we had our physical test, which was quite tiring. According to the table, I am now around 30++ years old. Laugh out loud.

For the 3rd and 4th day, we were separated from other groups. Each of the groups went to different rooms for “latihan dalam kumpulan”, or in short, LDK. The facilitators were Mr. Mohd. Noor bin Mohd. Yaakub and Mr. Sulam bin Anuar. We had 8 modules in this LDK:

Jatidiri
Krisis Identiti
Saintis Jadian
Pertimbangan Moral
Kira-kira
Globalisasi
Patriotik


The last module was for discussion. Each of the LDK sessions was 2 hours. I’m not sure about other groups, but to me, being in my group was fun. I gained new friends and we knew each other better. But the most important part that I cherished the most was the spirit of cooperation given by everyone to success the whole program. I tried to be a best leader and I was glad that I was recognized by every member of this team. Thank you! I knew that I was not good enough in solving some cases but thank you everyone for your guidance.

On the last day, we had, as usual, our morning moral talk, then breakfast, then test. The test was quite confusing as the answers were all quite close to each other. Yes, it was an objective questions paper. But I dare say it as hard and if you do not pay attention in the talk in main hall, or LDK, you are guaranteed to fail. Sounds scary right? But to me, reasoning and logic thinking and analyze the questions carefully will grant us a “pass” for the exam.

According to the timetable, we were supposed to have a trekking, or Kembara. But it was cancelled due to the fact that the management does not want us to have accident which, worst come to worst, held us from flying to overseas. The BTN ended around 12.30pm. We packed our things and laid our butt on the seat in the bus and off we went back to beloved Cemara Hostel.
BTN was quite a fun to me. It was an opportunity for me to prove my leadership and I thank God because by His grace I was able to success it without causing a lot of troubles. As I said before, I gained more friends, including those from Kolej Bandaraya Utama (KBU), who were also under JPA scholarship. All of them were warm-hearted towards me and I felt glad as this sensation warmed my freezing cold heart. I talked quite a lot during my 1st LDK session. I personally don’t know why, but since break-up I found out that I managed to express myself better. I learnt to think before I speak, although it was a pain in the ass when talking to her, which again, I caused problems again, in BTN.

And I was given warning not to disturb her.

Zzz… yeah right.

Anyway, it was not as boring as everyone thinks. Maybe it is because of the mindset of how you want to treat the whole program. Before I went for BTN I set some targets that I wanted to achieve in BTN, and I’m glad because I managed to reach these aims. I regretted that I was not social-active in the previous two years. I would now have lots of friends if I did not focus JUST on her last time. But thank God my life is now much better and colorful than before. =D This 5 days 4 nights were surely a sweet~


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Karnival Sukan Mahasiswa UiTM SeMalaysia 2007 (KARiSMA ’07)

Yeah and the story continues. While we were waiting for the bus to come at Kem Bumi Jati, INTEC badminton squad was facing a big problem – they do not have enough players to play for the competition. They called to ask for anyone to represent INTEC. My brain was squeezing hard that time. Should I play? Or should I not? These two questions kept running in my mind to the extend that I left my bottle and short at there. And for nearly an hour I was being undecided. But in the end, I followed my heart desire – to play!

I was suppose to go for medical check-up on Tuesday. But I decided to cancel it, since the Michelle Kwa of KBU told me that it can be done in private hospital; it is not a must to do it in General Hospital. So after I reached my beloved Cemara, I went straight to unload and reload my bag pack. I dunked all my smelly clothes into my pail and got few sets of clothes from my cupboard and compressed them into my tiny bluey bag that I got during Orientation Time at MMU Melaka last time. The INTEC bus supposed to arrive at the bus stop around 3.00pm so since I had a little bit of time, I went to Mydin and Giant to shop for socks (I’m running out of them!), a bottle of mineral water, and my body wash that I left at BTN. Sweat.

I hopped into the bus and found myself a seat. All the people inside were fresh and new to me; except Adi and Carolyn, who I went for the BTN together with. The rest of the badminton players went to Jengka already. They took the earlier bus. Anyway, I slept along the way to Jengka due to my tiredness and the only time that I opened my eyes was during the time where we rested at a resting spot. Then I slept again until UiTM Jengka, Pahang were seen.

Still feeling dizzy and tired, I came out from the bus and called Chang Ve. He came to me after a while and led me to our room, where I met Nadesh, Tee Tat, Zerg (the “Christian name” that we gave him) Teoh. All of us are badminton players. Anyway, to my surprise, Amy was here too! So as Angeline and Heng. I then got my shirt and cap from Mr. Majid, our badminton team manager/ coach. We then went for dinner, as I was so hungry. My appetite grew since BTN. I don’t want to get fat! T,T Anyway, the food were considerably cheap, though the tastes were nothing much different from that in Shah Alam. But if we talk about the water, it’s a whole different story. The Air Kosong was not kosong after all; it has faint milky color, which looks exactly like Barley Ice, just that it is not so concentrated. Laugh out loud. Anyway, we gathered around on a table and talked/ gossiped around until 12.00am before we decided to sleep, since we had badminton match the day after.

Everyone set alarm and they all rang one after one. We got up around 6.30am and got ourselves prepared. We went for some early breakfast and after that, off we went to the badminton hall.
We were drawn into Group A, where it consisted of INTEC, Shah Alam and Johor. We faced Shah Alam (a.k.a. INDUK a.k.a. Main campus) at 8.00am. It was not fun at all. We were being trashed 0-5. We were simply unmatched to them. Their skills and standards were far higher than ours. In the afternoon, we faced UiTM Johor. I won my single match against their singles and so angeline won too. But overall we lost by 2-3. How sad, which means, we were knocked out from the quarter-final stage. So after that we took the whole time at Jengka as if it was our vacation. We did not go back because we still had our individual competition at the 2nd last day of KARiSMA.

Anyway, that night we washed our KARiSMA shirt since the day after would be the opening ceremony. The next day we woke up quite late, mainly due to tiredness. We had our lunch and prepared ourselves for the opening ceremony. The event was exactly like how we did in secondary schools last time: We marched across the main stage and waved to the VIPs. Then we stood under the damn-freaking-hot sun while listening to the talks by the VIPs. My sweat kept rolling down alongside me. My hands were very hot and sweaty. Luckily we had a cap. If not, I guarantee that everyone would sun-burn. Anyway, after that we went for 2 cups of free Milo and they snapped photos of me doing stupid actions. Haha! Just because of the 2 cups of Milo, we were separated from our troop and in the end we did not get our free food. LoL. It was not nice, anyway, just 2 pieces of stuffed bread and a drink. We went back to refresh ourselves and had rest and waited for dinner to call. We went for dinner then and watched Transformers until quite late, before, with yawns and sleepiness, we went for sleep.

On the 27th we had nothing to do so we enjoyed ourselves and walked around to checkout the campus and time-wasting. We had a very relaxing day. The next day came our tough game – individual match. I was drawn to play against a UiTM Perlis player. Nadesh told me that my opponent was not the best of theirs, since he himself will play with the strongest of Perlis, which means the situation should be advantaging me. But however, I lost my game. Amy told me that I was not controlling the game; being controlled instead. At first I doubted it. But later when I think back about the match, yea, I was indeed being controlled. I did lots of mistakes. I did not know why, but I assume the opponent was an experienced player. He is, to be frank, very good. As for double, I partnered Zerg (I feel like laughing~) Teoh. We played well but we lost our match. Zerg is still an amateur but the standard of play of his that day was good and I’m satisfied of it. We lost because of team chemistry and the noisiness of the supporters of opponents. Sometimes I felt insulted by their words. But what can I do? They insulted us INTEC saying that we’re just bookworms and other insults. I felt like hitting the shuttle to their shit-ass faces at the last point. But I did not do so, as I felt it’ll just make me look uglier.
Speaking of ugly, I hate Amy. She kept on saying me ugly ugly ugly ugly and ugly. She could relate anything ugly to me. Hmmph. Haha! No la. She did not mean it. And I do not hate her. How nice I am? =P

Back to the competition. Anyway, Heng and Nadesh lost too. Angeline won her match and proceed to afternoon game. In the afternoon, Angeline won again and brought INTEC to quarter-final stage. Tee Tat and Chang Ve, our double pair who bye-ed in morning lost to a UiTM Sabah pair. Yea, again, Amy said one of the Sabah pair ugly. Sweat.

At night, Angeline lost her game, finally. LoL. She lost to a guy (whooppps! =P) girl. She was very good and could trash Angeline 21-0 if she wanted to do so. Sweat. But still, I think she does not have sportmanwomanship. She flattened Angeline by 21-1, 21-2. I mean, you don’t need to humiliate people with this kind of score, do you? Sweat.

The next day we woke up around 7.00am and packed our things and went down. We hopped into the bus and the bus departed at 9.00am, heading towards Teluk Cempedak. Haha. We went to beach for fun. We enjoyed ourselves there: jumping across tiny shallow river, playing with waves, sand… Fun fun!

We had our lunch at McDonald™ and at 1.30pm we went back to Jengka again for the closing ceremony. When we reached we realized that we could skip the closing ceremony. So we went back to Shah Alam. This time along the way I did not sleep. We talked, chatted, played UNO™, watched Ratatouille and still, tak habis-habis, ejek Nadesh and Angeline. Haha! We reached a rest spot and Chang Ve went to McDonald with his large empty McDonald cup to refill. Me and Amy bought Apple Pies. We had our dinner at the food court beside McDonald. At night time we reached back here in Shah Alam, around 9.30pm.

This was the last time that I’ll ever play for KARiSMA again. Though it was kind of sad, but I enjoyed the times I had in Jengka. It was fun to watch the top-seeded players to show their skills and techniques. I felt inspired by them. It made me had the thrust to improve my badminton skills. I want to be better! So it’s minus one regret! I was regretting that I cannot join KARiSMA this year. But now I’m happy that I played for it. It was really a great experience for me. I met lots of great people there. Oh ya, I saw the guy from Fakulti Undang-undang (FUU), who I beat during SAF 2007. Haha! Bet he don’t remember me.

After that night, it was the last time that I’ll see most of them. I won’t be seeing Tee Tat, Nadesh, Heng, Angeline, Carolyn and many others anymore. I’ll be flying soon and I can’t wait for that day to come. But at the same time, there are a lot of memories here that I wish not to forget, like friendship that I’m having with people around me. I’ll really miss everyone very much :’(



vincent

Monday, November 19, 2007

A girl and a grand dinner

..::*+ My Talk +*::..

Talk 1:

If I ever said someone as perfect as God, I’m lying. But if I say someone much greater than a lot of people, I’m strongly agreed with that. Yes, she is really someone that I admire since yesterday. Guess who? There was once when I thought she was just another normal girl with charming smile and attractive voice. I thought she was nothing more than a smarty, childish and immature brain and as normal as a normal little girl. She’s just a normal person that I came across, I told myself. Oh yea, that was my opinion about her ever since I knew her.

But guess what? I’m totally wrong about her. She is, like Joash, another wonderful person. Oh how great can she be abnormal than a normal girl, you might ask. But honestly, she is the most matured girl that I ever meet within those who are same age as hers. I regret I never want to put in effort to know this little girl better. We went to Secret Recipe for supper that day. It’s not a supper actually; it was just a normal meet-up and had some drinks there while we talked to each other.

Well, the two hours talk changed my impression on her. By the way she talked to me, her respond, her thinking, made me have the enthusiasm to know her better, to keep on hearing about things that happened in her life. Imagine, she finished her lemon juice (I think!) two hours later after we reach there… she must have talked a lot right? Throughout the session she obviously talked a lot about herself than giving me the chance to boast about my past achievements. As we talked I realized that she is not as childish as she looks to be. Hey, honestly speaking, how many girls always help her mother for laundry washing or house-keeping? She is that unique person.

She was once a prefect, who later promoted to be the head girl. Her parents were both teachers, the very busy ones. Because of their works she was forced to be able to take care of herself and making wise decision to solve all the problems that she faces. Her father was the headmaster of her secondary school, but the “head girl” title was purely earned by her efforts and sacrifices. Because her father was the headmaster, she was once accused by others. She admitted she did cry, but she also did make the effort to solve the misunderstanding.

She talked about her philosophies of life. She talked about her relationship with someone that she loved. It was really a sad one, which was exactly as same as my ex-girlfriend last time, just that the one who ended it was not her father, but her herself. I knew her much better through this conversation. Well, I did too talked a bit about my frustrations about my broken relationship, and she was great to listen and gave me advices. The advices were almost as same as what Michelle gave me. I felt more assured about what I should do in the future. Thank you, Yie Ning.

I felt happy and grateful because what I gained that night was more than the MYR 17.80 of the drinks, although I was the one insisted to treat her meal, which in the end turned out to be just a normal drink treat. It was such a sad to think that that night might be our last time we meet each other. I doubt I will ever see her again. The only possibility is that I travel to India 2 years later. But still, I thank God because once again I was given an opportunity to know someone great!

Yie Ning, I wish u all the best in your future undertakings. You are great!

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Talk 2:

My another last time. This time is something that I felt sadder over. Today I attended our ALG9 Graduation Dinner. I was stunned once and a while during the event and my friends kept asking me whether I’m alright or not. Recall back in the past, I remembered our super-senior, ALG7 students had their grand dinner at the same venue two years ago. And today standing here was us, the ALG9 students. Time waits for no man. How true it is. How fast it is either.

We arrived at Holiday Inn Glamerie about 2000 hours (GMT +8.00) and after registration we went in and took our seats. Soon after the seats were filled in came all the VVIPs. The event started by speech by the president of ALG11 and ALG9. Later on was speech by Dr. Andreas. I still remembered him clearly. A sweet encounter and also a embarrassing meet. But anyway, he, as usual, gave a lot of advices to us, so that we will not suffer severe culture shock when we arrive at Germany.

Well, lots of things happened. We had laughter, joy, fun, paiseh-ness, sadness, angriness… it was a mixture of feelings that shaped out this wonderful life in ALG. And oh yea, this is the last time I’m having such a moment here. Perhaps it is also the last time I saw the super juniors. So if you came across my blog, or something, I just wish you all will have a wonderful life in INTEC here. For 2 and ½ years. Words of advice? Mix more around, do more crazy stuffs (how I wish I did something, but actually, I did done some thing really crazy =P) but at the same time neglect not your studies. After all, studies should be given 1st priority. Haha.

It was a wonderful night. Thinking back again makes my tears wanting to drop out from my big round eyes. ALG memories… there are surely a lot. And if you have followed my blog since the day when I started, you will know a lot about my memories – both the sad and happy ones. This fragment of memories will be preserved forever in my mind.

For the very first time, I don’t know how to describe the scene. It was just simply marvelous and speechless. No words can explain how I felt that night. It was a night of remembrance, a night full of meaning. Oh yea it’s true, I’ve graduated from INTEC!

I guess I’ll stop here as I can’t think of anything else to write. Told you, it was indescribable!

p/s: My ex looked gorgeous with her dress… =D

Vincent

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Recalling the memories (pt 2)

..::*+ My Talk +*::..


The very me 14 years ago had never achieve anything that gave me opportunity to boast about. My daily routines were playing sands and soil with my younger brother, gentle-and-without-moves-like-choke-slam-or-what-sort-ever wrestling on bed, eat, and sleep. Oh you can count watching cartoons in. Unless doing homework given by my kindergarten teacher, I hardly touch any books. Exams… it was my nature to burn the midnight oil at the day before them. So, basically there is nothing much interesting in my 5th year since God created me.

But there was one moment back then, which my parent and relatives always talk about whenever something related to this event happens. An incident where the image is still barely and blurry remained in my brain…

There was once when my family went to a shopping complex somewhere in Kuching (I forgot which shopping complex!) and there was a toy exhibition. My younger brother ran to play with the toys, obviously attracted by toys. Kids love toys. And so did my other cousins. In contrary, I jus stood there watching all the kiddies touching the moving mini trains, the small cars, dolls, and other toys. My brain was on the run. It was processing something that until now I still can’t believe that I did that. I walked straight to the toys, but instead of playing with them, I asked the person in-charge:

这些玩具都是免费的吗?

Translation: Are these toys free?

That person was about his 60’s, if I’m not mistaken. He was helping a kid with the toy. He turned to me, as he knew I was talking to him. He squatted down to the height level with mine, put his hand on my shoulder and told me:

不,是要给钱的。小朋友,你要记住:世界上没有免费的东西。

Translation: No, you need to pay for them. Little kid, you must remember: in this world nothing is free.

He patted me on my shoulder and stood up. Before he walked away, he gave me a smile, leaving me stunned, digesting his words.

Yes, it was indeed the truth of life. Nothing is free. If you don’t work hard to earn money, you will never get yourself food. Even beggar also have to make their move to earn their living. What free is nothing, and nothing is free. The same concept can also be applied in studies. If you don’t make efforts to study, if you don’t concentrate while you’re studying, if you unable to set the correct mood to study, if you if you don’t take the subject seriously as you’re studying, you not get yourself anywhere better in studies. You need to “pay” for your studies. Pay, as in committing time, concentration and energy into it. We cannot expect knowledge to fall from the heaven and landed right on top of our heads.

That was the most important piece of wonderful memory when I was 5 years old; something that I’ll never forget; a lesson that came not from school; another truth of life that improves everyone.

Vincent

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Emo-ness + Friends

Feeling is such a complicated matter. Although it has been nearly half a year since I broke up with her, yet in these few days that emotion suddenly came back into me. I was down, my heart as if made a somersault. I don’t know why it came back to me again, but definitely it wasn’t what I wanted. Tears rolled down from my cheek, suddenly. I suddenly lost interest in everything. I really thought I might have gone crazy like last time again.

But to my greatest relief, it was a huge difference between this time and the previous ones. I’m not alone to get through everything this time. Just when I needed it the most, God came to me with the friends that I’ve made. I was touched.

My ALG coursemates came to me with great support. Daniel offered me great hand and a wonderful plan. Xiang Yu gave me a great assurance of something that surely you won’t want to hear about. Pau… although not much, but with his that piece of voice and his song that he never sing to anyone else, that really cheered me up, a lot.

Danke sehr~

Next up, the Koreans, you all are just as wonderful as you all are! A warm thanks to Michelle, for being a great listener as I poured out everything that came in my heart. All the sadness… it felt just great to tell out your personal feelings and she being able to give many advices. Just that, don’t go around her asking for details what I told her, I believe I have her trust not to tell anyone about it. It’s nice to have someone as my own secret keeper, after so many years I’ve become one of others. Second credit goes to Dena, another good listener, or rather, good reader (as we messaged each other). Well, I can’t remember how it started, but I told her about my emo-ness through Short Message Service (SMS). She basically no experience of the feeling of breaking up, but the cheers and advices really did made my feeling a great boost. Next up, Anna, for SMS me so late just now (2am, 10th Nov, GMT +8.00), just to cheer me up with forward messages. I like this SMS of hers the best:

哪有眼睛,不曾流过泪?

哪有笑容,背后没有创伤?

哪有成长,不经千锤百链?

哪有成功,没有遭受挫折?

但愿你能平安,顺利,开心,让神带领你每一天。

To be honest, this was the reason I’m staying awake now (2.22am) just to finish this entry, although yesterday I just posted up one.

Kamsahamnida~

Not forgetting is my ex-schoolmate, Usiana. Hey, to be honest, she was the Hermione Granger of my school last time. PTS “jumper”, 1st in every year throughout the whole secondary school times, oh ya, just that she did not go to library whenever she faces problem (if she’ll ever face one), partly because the library was never giving any useful help, although she’s a bit short and what Ah Do always tease her last time – 一仙五角. Go and figure out what that means. Haha! But but but, she was another one that I poured out everything to and also, another great advisor. I remembered last time the only help that she asked from me was to give her advice on what she should do during a 拉票 sorts of thingy for President of Student Council, if I’m right about this. It is now still clearly in my mind that during that time I gave her lots of lame and nearly useless ideas. But today, although we’re far apart, she understood everything when we chatted through MSN and gave me advices as we discussed my problem.

Kai Chiat, you’re next! Yup, we also talked about my problem when we chatted.

You better get rid of her.


Simple, yet that’s the truth of what I really should do now. Actually there were still lots of friends that I talked to. Many of them gave constructive advices. Something that I really thank God. I have lots of friends. I know, I won’t be alone all the time.

I was shocked of myself that the emo came back to me again, when I was sure that I shook it off from me. Has it been tailing me since then? However, I’m not afraid, nor sad. No,not this time. It’s just not this time. I got tons of friends cheering me up, supporting me. My wonderful friends.

So emo emo, shoooooooooooooooooooooooooo~

Go away, get out from me, don’t come back to me and better, don’t exist.

Vincent