The Wonder Ep. 1

November 28, 2009 § 2 Comments

In the hustle and bustle of life, we often do things in rush. Rush to reach a destination. Rush to complete a task. Rush to meet someone. Rush to make outshine ourselves. Rush to meet a deadline. We run after time, which leaves us struggling and gaping for breath, because time just refuses to wait for anyone. And in all these rushing, we would encounter different experiences and emotions. Before we finally attain satisfaction, we would go through a flash of anger, selfishness, hatred, egoism and resentment. Some of which made us hate and curse other people. Some made us cry and simply wish that life would end at that moment itself. Some made us feel jealous and envious towards others. If carried forward, these things end up as a fight or quarrel.

Life can be such a drama.

Too obsessed with what we want in life; we often forget the reason we lived.

Was it to obtain a good health?

Was it to earn as much wealth as we can?

Was it to reach a certain achievement and standard?

Was it to live life to the fullest?

My answer is I don’t want myself to regret in life.

I used to think that I should appreciate everything and anything that happens, be it sweet, bitter, sour, salty or even spicy because in in my opinion, everything happens for a reason. Things that happened would only remain as memories, and only those memories push us forward. They teach us to be stronger and better. This was the reason I accept things very easily. Without much questions. Now, I started to realize that everything in this world is actually balanced. To go forward, we must learn to go backward as well. “Well, it happens because it just happens” and “It is meant to be” no longer applies to everything. Sometimes, we can decide how we want things to be. Grab the opportunities when they appear. If things don’t go your way, then find the other way. Sitting down thinking about the same thing over and over again is useless. Let the sweat and tears roll down, wipe them away and then take a new, deep breath.

Do not cry over what had happened, but smile because it happened. So true. (:

I personally believe in karma. Not many incidents in life are mere coincidents. Whatever that happens to us today is the result of what we did in the previous time, if not the previous life. A good deed will be granted a goodness, and vice-versa. Some things are fated to happen, whether you believe it or not. We can only determine what we want, but none of us has the power to determine what will happen. We cannot outrun something called destiny. This is the reason we say “..with God’s will..”. I am someone who believes very strongly in luck, because I feel that I have always been blessed with luck. Maybe this is the reason I feel contented very easily. Even small and simple things can make me touched.

Today, the yoga guru mentioned something about Nirwana. The moment we feel free from anger and hatred. The moment our body is at peace and balance. The moment we feel neither restless or hopeless.

The moment we can smile and let the whole world wonder why. Lol, this one is a theory from Jen Yong herself. (:

Oh yes, have I mentioned that I have started to learn yoga? (:


Cases of inequality vs unluckiness

November 23, 2009 § 6 Comments

Case 1 of inequality vs unluckiness:

My brother got B for Penulisan Bahasa Malaysia paper. Not even for the killer Bahasa Cina paper. Few facts that disappoint me; he was the top scorer of his school, an all-rounder, he often represent his school for quizzes or competitions regarding BM, he usually obtained the highest marks in class, he himself was so shocked that he could only msg me right after he got the results, his teacher broke down when she gave him the results, his BM teacher told him “Kamu tetap pelajar gred A dalam hati saya” and “Kamulah satu-satunya pelajar harapan saya”. And many of his friends also experienced the same thing.

Case 2 of inequality vs unluckiness

One of my far relatives has been applying for teaching courses for 2 years, but she was not even called for interview. She got 7A’s in SPM and applied for primary school courses. As far as I understand, she already has the qualification. So, am I considered really lucky?

Case 3 of inequality vs unluckiness

Ever heard of a school having to save money and collect fund-raising just to build a new block of classes? The students were made compulsory to collect at least RM50 each. The old HuaLian-ers supported all the donations with thousands and thousands of ringgit. Finally after 20 years, a well-equipped computer lab was built last year. The following year, another 20-year fund-raising project was started in order to build a new block of classes.

Case 4 of inequality vs unluckiness

Willingly help others, but what can you do when that person starts to climb onto your head? If that person is someone elderly who comes over to your house every day? It’s starting to be annoying. Mum, say NO! (:

The Cards

November 18, 2009 § Leave a comment

Mr Adnan, the Head of Language Department entered our class after his return from UK, visiting our twinning university and seniors over there. He brought back some cards from the thoughtful seniors.

Parcels from Plymouth. (:

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Somehow I feel trapped in some things.

One with a BIG, BIG heart


one with a small, small heart.


my junky stomach

November 13, 2009 § Leave a comment

Today, I managed to stuff my empty stomach with junkies. Since it was a weekend, my friend and I decided to spend the day out of the four walls of the room. Or rather the whole evening. The total of junkies we had can kill one with the excessive amount of calories in them. Sugar. Lots and lots of sugar.

Ais kacang 4 Seasons

Roti bakar marjerin dan gula

Waffle chocolate and peanut butter

Marrybrown’s large Mirinda Strawberry

Large French Fries (shared)

Marrybrown’s Chicken Porridge (shared)

All in just 5 hours.

Tomorrow my class is invited to an open house by one lecturer. Makan-makan again. (:

p/s : Both of us tried a top each, together in one fitting room. Nice, but we didn’t buy them.

One more week to go. Still stuck here with classes.

The real meaning of food is :

November 9, 2009 § Leave a comment

when you walked as far as 1.8km just to get something to eat,

when both your legs are aching and paining.

The joy of seeing a KFC restaurant,

even though it’s just a set of X-Meal.

It is so true that you will learn to appreciate things only when it is so hard to get.

Hard Times? Think Again.

November 8, 2009 § 3 Comments

If I were to write an account of what I went through for the past 4 days, it would take up at least a few pages. Those experiences, emotions and opportunities might be my first and last ones, because I don’t know whether I would be able to go through the same things again in my entire life. Ever since we have became a family, my classmates and I have been exposed to many different opportunities, whereby by the end of each activity, we would definitely learn and gain some things that are valuable and indescribable through merely words. Every moment is so worth to be captured and appreciated.  There are so many significant highlights, because through this trip I have learnt to see things differently. It is every little things that strengthen the bond between us. After this second-camping-in-just-one-week, the main thing I have realized is : Hard Times? Think Again.

Initially, our class was to have a whole-week trip to Sarawak on November. But, due to several unavoidable reasons, the trip was postponed to early January next year. Therefore, for this semester, we had an edu-trip to Dabong, Kelantan compromising of four parts; school visit, mini research, hiking, and community service.

The village of Dabong started to develop since their Stong Waterfall became the world-wide attraction. The Stong Waterfall is claimed to be the highest waterfall in South East Asia. Sekolah Menengah Dabong was situated in the little village, which is about 170km from Kota Bharu. The nearest town is 54km away, Jeli. So, you can imagine that the whole place mainly consists of large lands of plantations and trees only. Students whose homes are far deep in the places are provided with hostels. The use of English Language there is not satisfactory, so we went there with a hope that they would not see English as a burden. It is true that teachers had to play a thousand roles. We were the translators, music producers, directors, dance choreographers, motivators, educators, siblings; anything and everything so that the students could understand and enjoy their time with us. The laughter that we shared will always be in my mind. By the time of the school visit, I was really touched when one of my group students came and hugged me, crying.

A small tour around the village brought us to a very friendly businessman, whose roti canai stall is near to the school. We obtained some unexpected facts about the education system there. Being a rural school, they faced difficulties in catching up and coping with the continuous changes in education. Many of us would not have realized how much they tried to struggle and keep track of academic changes, with so many facilities lacking there. Just imagine how much they were left behind in terms of technology and knowledge due to their geographic location and socioeconomic factors.  Yet, the trends of future education show that students are expected to prepare themselves for the global challenges. What an irony.

It was raining like nobody’s business, yet the original plan was not canceled. According to Dabong villagers, it has been raining non-stop for several days. We were pretty worried and uneasy, imagining the 2 hours hiking in the rain.  We moved in 5 groups, with 3 lecturers and 2 hill guides watching an eye on us. At the base of the Stong Waterfall was a resort which is now out of business. There are 2 trails that led us from the resort directly to Baha Camp, our campsite – Jungle Trail and Waterfall Trail. Looking at the rainy season, we could not take the Waterfall Trail because the water is at a very dangerous flow. Everyone of us carried a load each, according to our personal strength. The packets of rice, food and tents were our loads. We were all drenched by the time we arrived at the campsite, and in just 10 minutes we were separated into two groups; one to build the tents and the other to start cooking. We could not do much activities there because it was raining most of the time. As usual, I had the difficulty to sleep at night. Together with another two friends, I was awake for almost the whole night. We chit-chatted with one of the guides until 4.20 am, with only a torchlight surrounded by total darkness. I was very shocked to discover that he was only 19! He shared so many information with us, and some secrets he admitted that he never told anyone. Lol. Then we tried to sleep with our hands and arms resting on the table but we ended up shivering even though we sat close to each other. The temperature at that height was around 24 degree Celsius, and the breeze from the waterfall beside the campsite made it unbearable. Freezing cold. Being the unsleepable ones benefited us, because we were the first few to view the sunrise there. (:

One unforgettable experience was the opportunity to stand at the View Point, whereby the view of the sky and the whole Dabong village is spectacular. The waterfall is just beside us, and it was the most beautiful moment of my life. I could understand why they tried so hard to protect the place. Currently, only Hutan Simpan Dabong remained as non-government property, under the full right of the group of guides. We were shocked to know that several of them lived up the hill. Live as in their home is in the mountain. They hiked up and down to bring their things, both to use and to throw. Three of the guides were married, and they lived with their wives up there. And there was not even a blink of electricity. The local villagers have been offering to donate for a generator up the mountain for years but they refused.

Side view of the View Point. The waterfall, village and sky.

The 3rd waterfall. There are altogether 7 waterfalls there.

Watch out. Watch your steps. You might easily float away.

Beautiful, ain’t it?

Hiking down the same trail was even more challenging than hiking up. For a slightly-height-phobia person, it was really an adventure for me when we had to go down a 85 degree slope; clutching tightly to ropes on both sides, facing the stones and mud so that the bag would not get stuck, moving down with instructions from other team members. I had to ignore the hesitation of my feet to do so. The slippery trail also cautioned us to be extra careful. Each of my group member slipped at different places due to the mud. But it was an amazing experience. (:

After all, rain is just water, and mud is just soil, right?

At the moment, flood is happening all over Kelantan, especially some low areas. This year, the raining season was quite terrible compared to last year. Many roads have been closed, even though it is only early November now. Our bus journey back to Kota Bharu has also taken extra time to reach because the driver had to U-turn and take another route on the way. If things gets worse, all public transportation services would be stopped temporarily. Which means I have a high risk to be affected as well.

At this very minute, Kelantan is celebrating its melancholic victory against Negri Sembilan. We are having a public holiday today because the Kelantan football team made its way to the finals after 39 years. But sadly it lost.

More to crap, but I’ll skip them for now. (:

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