My religion

This is my simple religion.

There is no need for temples;

no need for complicated philosophy.

Our own brain, our own heart is our temple;

the philosophy of kindness.

THE 14TH DALAI LAMA

Diabolo

I have ambivalent feeling towards diabolo.. You will love it and cherish it when you learn new skills.. But you will feel frustrated and hopeless when you are in the process of learning new skills.. When you look at de diabolo tricks tutorial video, you think that you can do it too.. But it is easier said then done.. But at least now I can do the Eight Basic Skills.. God bless me can complete the advanced skills soon.. I am dying for learning them!!!

My friends and I will do the diabolo performance at the pesta Angpau on 7th Feb.. I cant imagine the situation that day... >.<>

A New Beginning- Reborn

The rain is pouring heavily

Wash away the past fervently

Purify the Mother Earth

It's a brand New Year

a brand new day

&

my 20th birthday

I'll reborn

to become a better man..

I'll find my way..

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Not connected

Time is ticking away

We forget each other day by day

Life is hectic

With tons of homework and activities

We have been so close before

Yet, not again anymore

Without you, my heart will not throbbing unusual

But how can you be so brutal

It's too arduos

That you become obnoxious

I can't fathom

Or maybe it's because I don't want to..

I will neglect the memories

So that we are

not connected..

Affront

I have so long dint update my blog. My mind was preoccupied by many trivial and important things. Now i dont have class and activity. I really wanna to say :" so syok!!!" LOL

I would like to share my life in maktab to everyone.. I could still remember how my English Language Proficiency teacher described this maktab last year during the class.. "INDAH KHABAR DARI RUPA" I think he was absolutely correct.

I started 2009 with wearisome affairs. The day of the check-in at the hostel, i realised that i cant find my name on the list.. So i asked the teacher the reason.. After she "dragging and lagging", the reason was i dint check out properly last year. I dint sign my name at the book. Actually that time i was too busy packing my things and forgot to check-out, so my friend volunteered to help me return the key and sign. I can only blame myself.. If i check-out that day, I would not have to face the troublesome problems.

The warden is Puan Jean. She is also a lecturer. I dont know how this kind of people can become a lecturer. She wanted me to write letter to get a room. She told me how to write and follow instructions. I could assure that she was looking at me while i wrote. After I finished, she said my format wrong. There was monologue in my heart," why you dint say it earlier?" I knew she was doing this on purpose. I keep on doing correction countless time.. She made fun on me. She even said," you make me laugh.. HAHAHHAHHAHA." I was quite confident on my BM writing and I got A1 in SPM. I dint think I make many mistakes. Tears started to roll down my face. There were butterflies in my stomach. I was apprehensive because my aunty and cousin were waiting for me at outside. I dint want them to wait for me too long. At last, she finally accepted my letter and said will give me a TEMPORARY room. "say say nia la" Now i have my room with one of the florescent lights damaged.. I have reported and no one come to fix it until now..

I really detest that woman.. I have never met such an obnoxious person before. There are two wardens at hostel, one male and one female, one w0rk-shy and one wicked..

Anyway, i'm not the only victim.. May God bless us can get away from the devil's jaws..

Reminiscence

Finally year 2008 has passed. 2008 was a year of a turning point of my life.. After the spm, i did not know where should i go.. My parents also didnt express their opinion about my studies. They just gave a vague answer. So, i decided to pursue A-Level at RIT.

While studying at RIT, i learned many new knowledge. I tried my best to cope with the studies. I admitted that I was not a capable and intelligent person. There were so many othert students with devastating wits. They really widened my horizon.. haha.

After the spm results were announced, i got straight As. Well, it was not an excellent results compared to others. And the result didnt meet my expectation and I was disappointed with it. Then, everyone was busy interviewing to get a scholarship.. That period was the crux of my life.. I went to JPA and KPLSPM (kelulusan perguruan lepasan SPM) interviews. I failed JPA interview and didnt appeal. I also failed many times for the KPLSPM because i kept appealing but unsuccessful. I was frustrated. 11As cant get in maktab.. I believe... maybe... there is little a racial discrimination.. ;-)

I had no choice at that time because i had quitted A-Level.. I quitted because my father, who is a violent and agitated person kept disturbing my studies.. There is no tranquil life if u want to live with him.. Only a few close friends understand my problems. I detest his behaviour and realised that if I stay with him, I cant concentrate my studies forever. While waiting for the third times appeal result to come out, I studied at UNITAR, Sabah.. I applied for the loan.. Life is which unexpected events always happen. After studied 2 days at UNITAR, the result came out and finally i success to get into the maktab.. I was quite unwilling to give up the chance to study at university. I was ambivalent. However, my mum and aunt kept encouraged me to grab the scarce chance.. This is how i end up at maktab..

This is my study process.. From RIT to UNITAR to maktab.. Oh my gosh.. What an intriguing life!!! LOL Today is 1 Jan 2009.. I wish everyone has an auspicious start... Haizz.. I think I should satisfied with my life now.. At least, we are better than the victims of Gaza strip, right?? There are many innocent lives have gone.. Seeing so many children bleed because of the belligerency and cruellty of human beings.. Let us pray for the victims.. God bless.

Happy New Year 2009!