Love Is In The Air!

I'll sing Haven't Met You Yet by Michael Buble for this Valentines.


For everyone who is celebrating, have fun but be safe!=D

Not Human

After my students have left for the night, I was overwhelmed with fatigue; all I could think of, and what I want, is to yell as loud as I can. My schedule for the month was jam packed with classes and tuition sessions, everyday, not even sparing the weekends. Every night after class, the dizziness hits altogether with tantamount levels of stress. On one hand I'm worried about all my students who are taking PMR and SPM this year, on another I'm worried about my exams which are 3 months away. It's a struggle between both extremes, good grades, and good money.

I do feel bad when I had to reject most of the invitation my friends extended for leisure and entertainment. While others can enjoy the liberty of having fun and enjoying their life, I've to sacrifice the few remaining years of student life to secure an income. I envy my friends who have no worries about money, which their only primary duty is to study, whom their parents could afford to support them. I do question the inequalities, but I do also accept the ugly truth of unfairness of the world. I did not choose to be born poor. But I also know that I should be grateful for there are many others who do not even have the opportunity to work and study. When I'm blessed with both, I should carry them with the mentality of a fighter, and accept challenges as they will shape me into a better person.

Every time when I feel my eyes failing me, when I had to struggle to stay awake because I'm forced to study off working hours, I'm feeding myself the thought that all these difficulties which I go through, is only a temporary phase in life.

I must stand tall to withstand fatigue, slack and procrastination. I must stand strong and allow discipline to impose agony, for when there is pain, there will be motivation, there will be commitment. Pleasure will follow. I'll remind myself the promises I've made to myself, the world, my family, those who I care about present and future.

That because they should deserve better, and I will be the best I can be to ensure that they'll not encounter life as what I had did.

I'm determined that I'm the creator of my own fate and destiny. Circumstances would not hold me down, forces of hardship will not extinguish my energy.

I'm protecting my dreams by fighting for them. I'm in battleground every day, but I'm not afraid, and I know, victory is not as far and fictitious as the world paint it to be.

I'm ensured, and I believe, that success, will be mine one day.


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Family and Friends

I honestly had never consumed so many poultry products in my life before, but this CNY had turned me into a half carnivore. 3 consecutive days of pork leg vinegar, duck meat, bakzham kai, two days of Bak Kut Teh in different locations, seafood, etc, etc. I told sis I want to be vegetarian for two months, she told me to go far far and play.



After coming back to KL, I took the remaining days of the break to splurge in the pool of reunion atmosphere. Spent some time with Rotaractors in Audrey's house for open house. Later on, shisha-ed with Amelia and Brandon. Family in KL had some major makan trip going on, ranging from seafood in Kuala Selangor to BKT in Klang. My aunt and uncle was back from Japan after two years hence the bit of trip around. Of course my all-time-favorite cousins are always lingering near, hence, the fun was plentiful. I almost choked blood after paying 25 bucks for one hour of badminton yesterday. Today, I woke up at 3pm and stared at the ceiling recalling everything and realising holidays are over.

And ou yeah, say hello to 93 days more to LLB exams!

The Trip Back

The reunion taught me a lot of things, at least it made more or less of an impact on what I've used to think. It has been a long 8 years since we've celebrated CNY with my paternal grandparents and relatives. When I was young balik kampung trips used to be fun filled; with extensive map reading lessons and bottomless topics to talk an laugh about. Now, on the same front passenger seat, things are different. Different people drove the car; the car is different, the atmosphere was substantially different; the motionless stupor and strong silence. Nobody would have quoted this a good trip, unless, oh wells. Unless things are the same as ten years back.

The thing good about Pekan Nenas is the fact where things never changes. So when we were finding the way to the house it made our lives simpler. Another thing about the place is everyone seem like celebrating CNY like some big thing, because everyone in the village will blast fireworks at night. It's every house in the bloody village. And it's those full fledge nice colourful fireworks which is obviously illegal and expensive. And the stupid firecrackers made my car red after blasting shreds of paper debris which STUCK to my car. Not only that, we've saw lion dance, visited temples which are walking distance away. Of course I don't pray in temples but I'm just interested in the culture. In that village, everyone knows everyone, and everyone's daughters and sons and grandchildren.

Plus, my cousin have got a son who I've no idea at all. ZZZZzzZZZzz. I didn't even knew she got married, considering she's just 18. I've also got 4 year old twin cousins who I already forgot their names by now. Of all my cousins there, we don't even talk; the most being hi, bye, eat already? all these nonsense. How close I'm with my paternally related cousins? Oh wells.

After 3 days of extensive eating baazar and non stop booze, I'm back in KL. I'm so happy being back in KL because it's my home, but the journey back got me thinking.

No matter how much I'm drawn apart from them, my Dad's side relatives, are still family regardless. Indisputable fact, and bound not by choice, but by blessing. No matter how dramatic things had been during the past, no matter how mum thinks of them (she herself also super ego sial, kaacaucau there, ish), I've still got them as family. Although I've complained about the boring distance back to JB, the relatively isolated geography of the village, the lalabengs people there, the super kuno-ness ideology they have, I'm having no regrets of boarding this trip back to my hometown. After 8 years of CNY in KL, my 2011 CNY in Johor is one with lots of gluttony, gossips and one which I'll never forget.


Fuji Instax Mini trial shot, featuring yours truly, my siblings and my grandma.

Dose of Hope

I'd probably be posting less about Rotaract and more about other stuff but since my weekends are thoroughly laden with Rotaract work, hence, there you go, another Project by the Rotaract Club of ATC: Dose of Hope.

All about AIDS awareness and fund raising, we spent one whole day under the sun in The Curve spreading the message. Living with AIDS is equivalent to living in stigma and discrimination. Most of us fail to realise the importance of giving hope, second chances, equal opportunities to AIDS victims because we are fortunate. Yes, prevention is one ambit we lay our focus on, but when there is contact with victims, society at large shun them aside and label them in order to discriminate.


We have got lots of performances and fun activities for crowd drawing purposes; you need a crowd to educate ma right, logic. We have even got AEISEC University Malaya to come join us in awareness raising. MAC gave us flyers. The Curve was kind enough to gave us a rebate on the name of charity. The lion dance was also on rebate price, so as the PA system. It's great to see that, society cares.


Of course, million thanks to the awesome crew who made everything possible.


Thanks Rotaract, for making me grow up.