Tuesday, February 11, 2014

I knew it was you


My blurry vision perceives a phone receiving a call from some foreign unknown number. No distinctive ringtone to be heard, just continuous minute buzzing. The electronic device seems to be in a state of endless vibrating motion as I hesitate to pick up the call.


My voice echoed across my plane of existence to wherever the phone is connected to.


The voice responding to my greeting was strangely familiar. Meek. The only adjective I can come up with to describe it.

Conversation was hasty with faded details. It was as if someone was pressing the censor button and suppressed most of the contents.

Throughout the entire phone conversation, the lucidity of it is my voice inquiring the identity of the caller. Which she didn't surrender to me. As if a battle to the death. Never to give up one's identity.   
"May I know who this is?"

I said for the umpteenth time. The response was somewhat similar. Her determination can be felt through it, as if I know her and the objective was to attain my recognition. But I somehow felt stubborn and dismissed the option of giving in.

"Just tell him who you are!"

Out of the blue, another female voice can be heard. Impatient and annoyed. The caller became hesitant due to the sudden interruption. A veil of silence shrouded the conversation. Just as I was about to change my mind, it all ended with a flash of white. I woke up.   


I knew it was you.
Strange foreign number dialing,
Your fragile voice projected by electronic speaker,
The tone of urgency to seek acknowledgement,
The patience that is wearing thin as time ticks,
The abrupt stop. The actions to be chosen. The enigma.
I wake up. I had a dream and I knew it was you.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Depart from change?

Arrived Sibu after a turn of events which constantly delayed my departure from Kuching. Special thanks to Madeline, Gregley and Ericley for sending me to Kuching Sentral on a short notice.

Sophisticated bus ticket.
The bus I was on for 7 hours.
Where I spent my last moment before getting on the bus
A long bus journey is a very arduous experience, especially when you're alone. But it is very rewarding in my opinion because you get to reflect on yourself. Thoughts you've never had the time to ponder on and recaps of your past experiences. Nostalgia.

I am reminded of the time when I first left Brunei to study in Sibu. And also the time when I left Sibu for Brunei during my May-June 2011 visit. I can go on and on because I've taken too many bus rides and those memories come fleeting to me when I sit alone at the coffee shop while waiting for the time of departure.

But most of all, I am disappointed with myself. Living in a different place meant growing and changing in accordance to the environment. When you return to a place you've known for so long and still get the same treatment. And now I wonder to myself, am I still as immature as I was a few years back or whether others just perceive me to be the same person I was back then.

"If it is that hard to earn the amount of respect to maintain my dignity, I sincerely yield this fruitless quest." (JxDecimo, 2012)

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Me 1st Meme post

I promised Figo to run the errand the night before. So I delivered the car to a customer the next morning after my lecture ended at 11. Lunz was tagging along reluctantly. This is what happened.

So we reached the destination. He saw the customer and said


I told him the customer's name earlier so he was 

 As the customer walked towards us, he said

 All in all, that day was 

Friday, April 20, 2012

Abolishment of PTPTN?

Is it appropriate to do so?

I beg to differ.


This is just my opinion so you can choose to accept it or leave it.

Readers should understand that the PTPTN loan is more than enough to cover for each semester's fee until graduation. After subtracting the tuition fee from the loan (for each semester), a student should have roughly two-thirds of the actual amount left. I believe the remaining amount should be more than enough to pay for the living costs (assuming that you are living in the hostel).

Protest camp or Whine camp?
The recent demonstration at Dataran Merdeka has certainly caught a lot of attention and caused a lot of unnecessary mayhem. This post of mine is to review the logic of abolishing the aforementioned loan.

According to my observation, the aim of the demonstration is to demand free tertiary education by the government. I am actually fine with the notion of free education if our country is doing well economically. But to think the protestors actually have the guts to demand for the abolishment of the student loan is totally ridiculous! 

Has it actually occurred in the minds of those protestors of the necessity of such a loan? This is actually very important to undergraduates who are financially unstable. Those from poor families rely solely on the loan to pursue tertiary education and sustain themselves during their time in university. Without PTPTN loan, what are we going to rely on?

Do you people actually expect the government to allocate a sum of money for the purpose of feeding and housing you for free? And then give you money to go play or buy things you desire? What do you take the government for? A charity house?


It is because of people with such mindset that our country is facing so much problems nowadays. Please do not expect the government to provide us with everything. Ponder upon the following saying:

"Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day; show him how to catch fish, and you feed him for a lifetime."

Malaysia has enough drama going on already so I pray the youth would stop 'performing' and be reasonable for the sake of our country's image. If you think you deserve free education, you should have worked hard to obtain a scholarship.