Life is a rollercoaster ride
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
「 dancing away 7:19 PM 」



"I used to take bus sekolah to school when I was in primary school. The bus aunty has been driving the same 5551 bus for almost a decade yet it was still brand yellowish. The thick black smoke never fails to disappoint me. I think she sayang the bus like her own son. Sometimes I would sit in front beside her driving seat. Looking at those long gear and her gloves. Sometimes I would sit at the back with others. Worse when it comes to peak time. I would be squeezed like a sardine. If I’m lucky, I will share the maroon color seat with the other two school children. Well, it supposed to be a two-seater.

Catch the bus at 6.40am and reach school at 7, that was my daily routine from Monday till Friday. I was school prefect for two years. I regretted not wearing the blue uniform earlier. Hurry myself for morning assembly and I will start to move my mouth, “Negaraku..Tanah Tumpahnya DarahKu..Rakyat Hidup”. My class teacher will then taking out her yellow file and start ticking for attendance and she was my class teacher during my last year in the school. I still remember she taught us Bahasa Melayu.

Rather than just concentrating her dedication in the school, she took some of her personal time to offer us tuition. I took up Science. Science was never easy to me. Pemejalwapan, Kondensasi, Siratan Makanan, Rantai Makanan.

The school bell rings. And sometimes, the bell became a toy for the prefect in charge. Whether he wanted it a long ring or a short ring. Bus aunty was not around. I try to locate the bus with the number 5551 but I couldn’t find it. My tired looking class teacher came to me and she offered to send me back home. I declined at first. I rather walk home 20 minutes surviving on a RM20 Bata school shoe. She insisted it was the same road that passes by my house. In the end, I accepted her offer.

From that day onwards, it has become a routine. I enjoyed her ride back home. Her car was full with Memory Lane fragrance. I think it was from the small bag full of flowers. That was signature of her car. I wished I could drive her Kancil back. I could memorise when she starts to accelerate and changing the manual gear. There was a N sign with some digits. She used to told me, “Kereta tak boleh naik. Kena gena gear atas”. And I replied “Guna gear 3 atau 4, cikgu”.

It was a special day. I sat beside her during a class photoshoot. Never came across of this for the past years. Maybe our batch was too budak baik on that particular year. I graduated from that school with 4A and 1C result. The culprit for the C was Science. Maybe it was fate.

One year past. A friend of mine whom enter the same secondary school came to me and told me. She apparently suffers some kind of disease. And that time all I knew was demam and pening kepala. I told my mum that I wanted to go to her house and pray for her. My mum declined. My mum told me that I was having exam at that time and she doesn’t want these to affect my studies. Down and sad. I couldn’t see her for the last time.

I miss the time when she drives me back home. I miss the time when I cakap kosong with her. My bahasa was more fluent. I spoke bahasa all the time in school. She WAS my best teacher that I ever had. I felt she was my second guardian."

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Cik Rosliani.



Tuesday, September 1, 2009
「 dancing away 5:28 PM 」



Torture. That was the word to best describe for the past two weeks. Looking at your friends completed writing for the final exams yet myself still waiting for the FIRST paper is real torture! Plus it does feel like I’m in holiday week since I’m staying at home almost everyday in preparation for the exams. The common and over use word was STUDY. Woke up in the morning, study. After dinner, study. Past midnight, study. Exams are at least over for me. There’ll be no more exams to sit. No midterms. No quizzes. No passing my student ID to obtain a colourful sheet of exam token.

We always said that time do pass by fast. It was FAST! And this brings me back to a day in secondary school. It was that day that I obtained my SPM result.


My 30’s (I guess so) History teacher that taught me for almost three years strikes up a conversation with me,

(Her name was Ms Lee)

Ms Lee: So, Simon. Sekarang nak buat apa? Belajar apa?
Me: *casually without hesitation and confidently* A-Level. Lepas tu, study Biotechnology.
Ms Lee: Oooh. Ok.

Most of my school mates at that time went for Form 6. Form 6 was not in my frame of mind at that time. All I could relate Form 6 was hard and tough. Plus I’m not planning to enter public university after all. I met a secondary school of mine and he asked me “What are you studying now?” (Most common question when you met old friend isn’t it?). I replied to him A-Level. To his surprise, he told me that he expected me to enter Form 6 since I’m that type according to him. What type he meant? I’l let you decide lar k? (:


One and half year past for A-level. Another major decision to make, to choose my major degree. Biotechnology was my choice of option for my degree at that time. However, I was torn in between Pharmacy and Biotechnology. Pharmacy was popular at that time (two years back) and couple of my A-level mates went for it. My dad advised me to take up pharmacy for a better future purpose. Yet I’m insisting on Biotechnology. I declined Pharmacy because I was NOT that type. Not the type of clever and genius A-student, not the type that will face the books 24-7. I can’t. I will be a dead fish I was to do that.

Fast forward to my third year degree studies. 2007 and 2008, basically studies all the time. 2009 was more ‘busy’ as compared the year before. More activities that I joined in, more events that I’m involved in organising, trips that were unforgettable.

Well, it’s already September 09’!!



Friday, August 7, 2009
「 dancing away 12:01 PM 」



Of Korean Food

I had Korean Food last couple weeks ago with my both sister at Mid Valley and Kyung Joo Korean Restaurant is located at 3rd floor (Cinema Floor), just beside Carl’s Junior if I’m not mistaken.

Clockwise from top left:
1. Appetizer: salty ikan bilis, black beans, kimchi, some preserved vege.
2. My sister recommend this to me, it’s like a mixed rice. Consists of chicken meat, egg, seaweed, mushroom, vege with some sauce. Tasty!
3. Hot and Spicy Kimchi with rice
4. BBQ chicken with BBQ sauce (Korean sauce, I guess) with rice.

“Korean Green Tea”. The colour looks like sugar cane drink.
All in all, had a satisfying lunch. (:

P/S: No more journals (for now), yet stuck with lecture notes (aka exam notes).



Thursday, July 30, 2009
「 dancing away 6:08 PM 」



Bitter Dissatisfaction

When people say “Like father like son”, I couldn’t agree more. When I was small, sitting at the back seat passenger, I told my dad “Pa, here is empty. No one is here”. Then, my dad said “Cannot la, here no line. Cannot park”. Then, I saw another slot. And he continue “Cannot, here’s double line, cannot park”.

Even when we are late, dad wouldn’t necessary park at any place. Double parking. No. Park at yellow line even though it’s empty. No. Parking at empty slot but no parking line. No. He always reminded me, what’s the point of illegal parking. In the end, you, yourself going to suffer for it. Clamping is one thing. Another one would be hurting your wallet. What’s the point of giving your hard-earned money to someone, this is not an art of donating money.

It HAD instilled on me. I’ve never illegal parking. I’ve never try it. I can’t see the point of myself ‘donating’ the money to them. I can use the money for a better cause. When the car was clamped, I was shocked. Absolutely. No doubt about it. And because I’ve never think that this could ever happen to me! Seeing us donating the money to them is indeed a bitter pill to swallow. I’m not sad. Yet I was disappointed WHY this could ever happened to me. It just left a mark on me, I still can’t get over to the fact that this had happened. It left me unsatisfied. Unsatisfied is THE word. In other words, it’s called Bitter Dissatisfaction.

In the end, who’s the one to blame? Why?



Friday, July 10, 2009
「 dancing away 12:27 AM 」



It seems that I’ve been played by YOU a long time ago and now, it still. Why? Troubles, YOU gave me. In the end, should I just blame YOU? Is it YOUR fault?



Monday, June 29, 2009
「 dancing away 8:30 AM 」



Tired was THE word. The word of exhaustion hasn’t come up to the equation. Tired of reading those concentrated words. Tired of going university life which is hectic.


I wish now I’m out of university (for a while at least!). Forward my time to sandy beaches. Lying on the white sand. Reading a book while listening to seawaves. Relaxing while looking at the sunset. Playing a game of beach football. Recalling and remembering my time in Sabah. I wished I could be there again. Yes, again. A place far away from KL.




June was A busy month. One hell of a week. A week of quiz, lab report, submission and rehearsal proposal presentation. Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. Manage to squeeze in Transformers 2. It was AWESOME. Going to watch second (perhaps third time?) again.




Skytrex was FANTASTIC..!!! Finally, I have tried it!! I can’t believe myself doing flying fox and various challenges in the air (no la, jus above 50 meters above the ground. Flying fox was 100 meters above the ground ok!). A token of appreciation to May Szin
for helping us out. A BIG thank you. Sorry for all the trouble that I brought to you.


I'm here with the omner of Skytrex, Julien

Looking forward to complete my FINAL assignment. Giving my best shot to overcome yet another obstacle. Commitment is the name of the ‘game’.

A decision is a decision. Tough decision has to be made. It needs to be executed and done. I made some tough ones. I can’t please everyone, that was meant to be.

And so, Cristiano has gone. Tevez following soon. What next for United? Sign new players, and sign Tevez. Gosh!



Thursday, May 21, 2009
「 dancing away 4:16 PM 」



Mickey Mouse, 18th, dilemma, Capuchin(s), and dark horse


What will you do if your class finished early, possibly around 10 in the morning? Movie? Drink cum yam cha session? Chatting and lol all the way? Well, that might sums up your programme of the day.

We went for Angels and Demons at Times Square last Thursday while pampering ourselves with Krispy Kreme Doughnuts (yeah, second time I went there). There’s nothing special about these doughnuts, just a big fuss over it, yet it was sweet, indeed! Never been following Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons novel, I head myself to the cinema hall with a clueless mind about the history about this movie, ands it turns out to be a great movie! Clue after clue being solved, suspense arised after one another. Remember the scene when Hanks have a look at his Mickey Mouse watch?
How can I not mention here about MY team, United clinching the 18th title and retaining their Premier League title. Did I mention it’s three in a row? Liverpool, where are you? You sore loser, Rafa-moaning Benitez, for not congratulating Ferguson. I told you all that Liverpool will not win the title. You WILL always walk alone.

Entering third year of my studies, an indication of doing my final year project. It was started off by choosing the respective titles that I would interested in, three titles out of 29 titles. Some of the titles really caught my eye, and interest me. I contacted my seniors and asked for their opinions. I went to met my friend(s) to look for the respective lecturers (or should I say upcoming supervisor) for the respective titles. It’s a dilemma since you have to think about working with your supervisor for four months (long period ok?!), your future field that you would like to venture in etc. I wasn’t really sure about the third choice that I chose (I made the call during lecture!). Well, I’m just praying that I would get the title that I wished for and a good supervisor. *winks*
Last Thursday was Angels and Demons, this week was Night at the Museum 2 at Leisure Mall. Talking about catching the latest movie. My friend and I were looking forward to this movie ever since I watched the first movie. It was funny and hilarious. Capuchin(s) was back again, but this time he does not steal stuff from Stiller again, but he slapped him! Profusely!
I have been closely following American Idol this season from the bikini girl to Kris Allen as the new American Idol. Isn’t he the dark horse and underdog in this competition and always the shadow of Adam Lambert? I did not manage to watch the results show (my friend told me when I was in Old Town today). Perhaps Lambert was too confident with himself with his screaming-out-loud voice.
Signing off, cheers!

P/s: Next week, Badminton and Terminator Salvation. Damn! *winks*