Ready To Go Back Home... For CNY =D

Time passes by so fast! It's almost 2 weeks (actually it IS 2 weeks...)!

So...














GONG XI FAT CHAI

EveryOne!

Really miss my NEW clothes already...
Feels like wearing my old sets of clothes for a few years liao. Geez...

Going back to my hometown on this Saturday afternoon, again with Biaramas.
Hoping that this time I'll be using the NEW addition so called 'Air-Bus', leaving all my bad responds toward my journey back home.

Because nearly all the tickets were bought and booked, my auntie (Kuching) helped me to buy from Biaramas since it's the 'earliest' ticket available on this Saturday.

Now she went again for the lucky draw for buying a 2-way ticket.

Fortunately, she got a 'REALLY EXPENSIVE' massage chair from Osim from the 'Wheel Of Fortune', but unfortunately she has to go for a second round in the final date to get the real stuff, cause there's only 1 winner in all.

(Even though the grand prize is a ViVA, but we consider this a good deal already.)

What's wrong with these guys anyway? Give or not to give, that's the main point.
Apparently, she's not the only 'winner', there are other lucky people as well in the line, waiting for their phone call for the 2nd match.

By the way, I'm so 'into' the Friendster's 'Super Pets!' now that I lost all my money in a fight gambling. I should have stop putting all my funds for my 'virtual cat' into the bet. I thought that I'll always be lucky but now, I have 'threw' about 20K away. Poor kitty... I'm hoping for earning more money but instead I wasted so much time for nothing.

Failure In Love

Love has being in the air for days, years, decades, centuries, thousands of age.

Yet LoVe never fades away, staying fresh in everyone's mind,
following,
protecting,
chasing,
sacrificing,
playing,
and even dying for LoVe.

I've being in the failure of LoVe life a few times, even though they were not suppose to be counted as usable in my 'LoVe-failure-counts'. I'm just secretly in LoVe with them.

I still remember that the 1st girl I fell in LoVe was my neighbour, my friend's younger sister, and she's the same age as I am. We still contact in these years because of his brother, one of my best friend.

The rest of the girls were basically in my primary and secondary school. Now they are in LoVe with other much-more-luckier guys.

The longest-spree in my single-handed LoVe is Ms.P, who is tough and independant. She's good and nice, but have a bit of 'temper' issue. But I didn't care much by that time.

Ms. P was fated with me by the time I was in Form 2, when my English tuition class closed, due to too many branches and risks of money loss. That's when everything happened.

I was put into the same class with her in 2002. We met but never talked (basically I was focusing too much on my English teacher, and they thought that I was an English Freak, who was too good in English). But results showed otherwise. We were merely the same but I spoke too much with my teachers, forgot their existence.

After 1 year, we finally met and talked. It was fun when I met her in my local church's Teen Gathering (for age 12 to 18 only). Then we have much to talk about.

Then I found out that her father were once my dad's college in the newspaper factory.

Years passed, things changed. We were merely very good friends anymore. She found a few best girl friends as companions.


Once she got an accident in 2006, when we were studying MUET in our old English tuition school. That's our 1st meeting place and our 1st leaving place. Our hearts were left there.

Her father slammed his green Wira behind a truck. Thank God they were not injured by that time. I was late for tuition that time and I passed through the same road by that time. Then I sent Ms. P together with me to tuition school. I saw the front part of the car smashed, glasses every where...

My mother knew that I was scared for her safety and I asked her to call Ms. P by my cellphone. I was relieved when I heard her voice.

My dearest mom knows my feeling as well as I know hers. She allowed me to help Ms. P as much as I could.

That was the last thing I have done to her, the end of Prince and Princess story...


She is now in Sabah University, together with her new and 1st boyfriend. I found out the second day from the Sarawak Blackout, in MSN 2008. The lights were on, but my mind was in total darkness, heart was cold and harden.


For 5 years I was in LoVe with her.
No tears, no mood, no nothing...


I've picked up myself after a few days. Solid face, calm eyes, tensed walking. That was over.

I knew that I didn't make my move early, rarely talk to her later in 2004, I took that risk on my own to let her go with other boys. But I still care for her, only as a normal friend.

If I can manage to pick up what I have, I might as well learn how to put down. As in Chinese Idiom: " 拿得起, 放得下 ".


In our 1st Semester's holiday, we met in our church, the Youth Gathering ( from age 19 to 27). When I looked her back, I lost my feeling towards her as my dream girl. She changed, not only my heart, but my life too.


This is why I kept this old song 'Sunny day' (晴天) in my music playlist. The lyric is showing my previous life.


To My Dear Anderson,
Life is hard, and is easy. You reminded me of my life, together with GIFC. That's why I'm interested with you guys. You are my backup memories. We have incidents happened in our meetings and it's not coincident. We are fated as well. Your lost and gains are shared between your friends and other blogger, including me. This is the reality.

GIFC inspires my blogging, and Anderson, this piece of article is from 'you' actually.

Audrey, Alicia, Nico, Lester, Hiroshi, Chong, the rest are yours also...

And God made my life more meaningful... ... ... ...

Smile, Sweet Smile

Nothing can beat a sweet smile badly,

Dangling on your face.

Nothing can overcome beauty,

Except a smile with grace.

Nothing is sweet,

Better than the sugar.

Nothing can counter a sweet heart,

Unless she fills herself with bitter.

Sweet, sour, bitter,

Filling our life nicer.

But these will not be the damage,

Only sweet smile can conquer the image.

Knowing that even a little girl,

Can be a proud and confident Miss World.

Because there are friends that care,

Sweet smiles that can be share.

Laksa Or Kampua?

Back to my hometown, I was eager to eat the de~li~cious~ kampua mee.

RM 2.00 a plate, adding black soy sauce & a bit of chili sauce...

Wa-lah! Mama-mia!














The kampua stall is just opposite my secondary school back then. The Mrs Tauke is currently the second one in business there in a simple coffee shop. The shop will bankrupt if the stall is closed, I tell you. Every time the kampua mee stall closes, the shop's business will go down as soon as customers doesn't see the open stall.


Last time in 1st semester in Swinburne University, Audrey was kept on talking about her eating habits of laksa in local Kuching. Honestly, a few weeks before I went back to Swinburne, I tried this so called Kuching laksa in my local coffee shop...


This is the result.

It's not bad, like she said, but still it's still not on my favorite list. Haha...
This is because there's once I went to toilet 'lao sai' after I ate this thing. So it became the least thing I'll ever want to eat...


But that was a few years ago.


This was the second time I try this stuff for all my life, for now.


By the way, thanks Audrey for the inspiration and excitement of giving me the 'guts' to try laksa again =)

Is Blogging A Sin?

ISA took away most people's freedom.

Some famous Blogger were arrested and banned.

Kenny Sia has been scolded by his fans about the parody of Gaza War.

Is really blogging a sin?


I was wondering for all these years...
Is there anything pure with Good and none evil?

I got a few friends who got trouble of being damned by others when they wrote something harsh without bad intentions. I've been that situation before, when I was forced to mend many things by myself, and pray for mercy from God and the enemies who I made with. This is not good at all.

We can 'restart' again somehow and 'reset' our blogging life for a change and for more gain, surely not to be defeated by someone who you have angered with. He or she maybe mad about you, but try to do something to made he/she forgive you, instead of running away, banning yourself from blogging.

In the human studies, from long since a few thousand years, people did record their life stories along their journey to 'talk' to the people in future about their life stories. This creates historical records and treasures for people now. That's why we have bible in our hands, purely for the pass recordings.

I'm not saying that we have to be a historical freak, writing our own version of bible.

What I'm trying to say is that we communicate through articles and words, revealing the hidden side of our unspeakable feelings in real life. Blog is made out of virtual world, so any writing in the Blog can't be counted as serious cases, unless you are focusing on destroying someones life. Even news reporters write for what they know from others, and you can find that different newspapers have different stories for most of the times, especially those like accidents and minor stuff, filling up the news columns, so that they can keep their monthly wages in hand.

Say it if you think is true,
Argue for it if you have the proof,
Defend yourself by giving reasons if you are innocent,
Keep quiet if you really done something wrong,
Face the people who are accusing you properly,
Apologize for any false accusations you did.

Writing our feelings away keeps our mental calmer and let go our stress behind. If you keep to much in yourself, then you may well go 'ku-ku' and crazy in the end. Nowadays stress comes fast and goes away slow, so be tough and smart to handle them well and neat.

Don't let stress weight you in your daily life, let blogging helps you in disguise.
We don't have to show real life names who we know and who we are, just use symbols and nicknames should be fine.
This avoids unnecessary troubles around us and bring fun and joy in our mind.

Back To School, Back To Reality

Actually I try to put back to war with this picture...

Well study is a war for students!

It has been a long journey for us, no matter how hard we fight, the situation just getting harder.

Friends we fight for and friends fighting us back;
Schoolmates we care for and the care they reject;
Results we manage for and the result getting worst.

Anything happens in real world, that's why I want to be back in reality.

So much have change in this world, disasters, man's-wrong-doing (poison milk), war, virus... even mutants perhaps?
Who knows? May be we can start a reality movie call 'X-man: Their Real Life' in the future!


Back to my main point. I didn't write much for my blog recently cause I got bad connection at home... using DeconneXion. Yup judging by it's name, we get a lot of 'dis-connection' by 55% at random counts.


I'm focusing on my Bus Traveling Guide to my fellow readers. Unlike Kenny Sia, I'm sort of giving bad comments. It's a Bus Asia Company (See who's copying?) - Biaramas.

Opps, they did it again. Since there are so many delays, they don't mind adding more.

In the previous road trip back to my sweet, cozy home, they did a horrible thing with a steel-made stick, or is it the gear handle?

Imagine that it pops out in a middle of the road trip. This picture is just a replacement, things were not as easy as it seemed.

The gear can be removed easily but couldn't shift properly. So delay had been made by 1 hour 30 minutes, for 15-20minutes of fixing it... together.

And in the middle of the road, I found 1 Biaramas bus broke down, but worst of all, 3 Shell oil trunks went dead beside the road after a few hours.


For yesterday's 'adventure', I found something interesting with Biaramas as well... it went well!

But not for long...

The gear seemed funny when the driver kicked in the 1st and 2nd gear.
The air conditioner suddenly lost it's 'coolness', and it's not 'cool' at all, when the inside of the bus is filling with hot air and outside is raining with freezing drops, which causes blurry front bus window, also mean by slowing us down.

Unfortunately, the best part doesn't come in for the Biaramas...

It was a White Hilux.

Doing something like this, in front of you.
I said 'something' like this, so don't get me wrong.

Imagine that in a bus, you are going to go left turn, up hill, approaching the corner turn at 50 kilometer per hour. A white Hilux suddenly shows up from the up hill, 'gently' pressing his brake, and drift without telling you guys.

The Hilux lost control, nearly hit on our bus. Didn't see that coming on a slippery road, huh? Wonder he or she is still alive now? Or looking dead with pale face the whole day.

Then back in the hostel, I was cleaning my room alone, washing my fans, rubbing their body with my bare hands and they screamed for more in the water. They kept me relaxed and satisfied for the whole semester, getting 'dirtier' each day. 1 of them was playing hardcore with me when she won't go and take a bath, but she couldn't resist the leisure she be getting and joy I about to get in the night.

Yup, they are my wall fans (We call things a she, just like our Mother Earth, and our country). Don't thing of something else.

The fun ends when I locked myself out of my room.

That's the end of my story.