15 hours away...

Some of you all should know that i sang Leaving on a jet plane during our annual dinner...

All my bags aren't packed, I'm so not ready to go,
My dad is lonely, my mom is so sad,
and I hate to say my goodbyes...
Luggage is more than 20kgs,
Don't know if I should pay MAS more money,
and I don't know if I should bring that extra underwear!!!

So kiss me and smile for me,
tell me you all be alright,
cause I'm leaving on a MAS airplane,
don't know if I'll reach Japan at all....

Hahaha.... I'd write more if I had time but sadly... I barely have 15 hours left, my luggage is over packed by 5kgs, it translates to 350 ringgit in excess money to be paid to MAS... how can I pack my life into one single suitcase? That is what they are asking me to do... Anyways, I met with my old friend yesterday WNG... If you know her then you know, if not sorry lo... hahaha... She kept me company last night until 2am, and in the end she hugged me before I left. Now, everything seems so clear, but I don't know how to describe what I felt, it felt like all the uncertainty I had went away. She represented all my friends cause she was the last person I could actually sit down and talk to, one last casual meeting before I board a 6 hour flight, I felt my nervousness leave me. Today my mom hugged me, she said for me to take care of myself there.... And i guess I'm myself again... I'm ready to go to Japan, No Fear. I'm going to finish up my packing, eat my last home cooked meal, and rest on my bed for one more time before I go. And to everybody out there who has made me ready to go tomorrow and have taken care of me, I'd like you to imagine me singing this song to you all...

Dido: Thank You

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

Farewell my friends

Yesterday i went to Sunway and ate a buffet style steamboat with my old friends. Day before I went with another group of friends to Telok Gong in Klang for one hell of a nice seafood extravaganza... Regrettable but I don't have any pictures of the lunch in Klang. I had a grerat time on both days. Today is Tuesday and tomorrow is probably the last day I'll have in Malaysia before I go and probably yesterday was the last time I'll meet with any of my friends. My family and friends which i thought I'd never miss because I've been with them for so long that I know every mark and wrinkle on their face... But today I suddenly felt it, a long sharp pain in my chest that I may never get to see some of this people again. Those people who took me to a zoo, those people who played DOTA with me, I really might never get to see them again, feels so untrue yet real and it's stings my heart so badly. They might go overseas, they might start working, hell, by the end of 5 years they might even have gotten married without me knowing. Seriously, I know I'm thinking a little too far and crazily... It's just that I've begun to realize what a bunch of special friends I had through out my life. Once I got cheated by a girl and used until i was nearly at my wits end, they held me through, all of them, they made me smile they made me laugh. Never in my life I've ever felt the need to say thank you to these people who always stay by me, but through this painful experience I had, I realized that these people I called friends and who stay by me no matter how much crap I put them through, are really people that i truly should love and cherish, and I am beginning to do that nowadays. I really never thought that anyone would care for me when I leave to Japan, never knew that some people really felt sad that I was going away. That girl I one time loved, she doesn't even care if I die, but these friends of mine, they really do, and I just realized how stupid I have been. My relatives and all, I know that I'll be missed, and I will truly miss you all too. But this one post, I dedicate to my FRIENDS, thank you all, and I'm sorry if i ever done anything wrong to you all, like Thain Hock, I won't use VS to swap you anymore... Thanks you all, I'll do well there and make all of you proud of me!!!

Muar...

Yo, i still haven't met up with seiko sensei since last monday, and she hasn't replied my email... so my hands are tied about noah's photo... but, i did go to muar with tasaki and seiko sensei there together... Seiko sensei actually lights up when she eats... She goes 'emm... emm... ooishiiiiii...' kind of gets me every time she does that... she's kind of old but she still acts (and looks) like a kid... anyways since i was going to stay over they decided to leave early and i spent the night at wei shen's house... his dad is super cool and his mom's cooking is good. she actually cooks after coming back from work everyday. Basically when the teachers were there we went around in his dads's car. we sampled nearly all of the famous foods stuff that was available there. The second day was consisted of more food sampling by bike and a meeting with our no.1 girl of ppktj Gan ELAINE!!!

Still quite cute ya?

Elaine on a bike... Shocking? Na... she looked like all the other girls around also on bikes

Wei shen was left with his dad's bike to take me around cause his younger bro was using his... hehehe

sam's cafe... where i had one hell of a great chicken chop...

Sunday morning rain is falling...

Don't know why but i can't get this song out of my head... sunday morning by maroon 5. I got the tickets for tasaki sensei, seiko sensei and me to muar today. Will be going there on monday for a day i guess. I feel like i'm waiting for tommorow to come, feels like something amazing is going to happen tommorow. My life recently has returneed to it's mundane pace like it was before. Life after losing so much of yourself seems impossible at first but as you go along that road you slowly realize that nothing is impossible. Even though sometimes in life there are things which you just wish you could change, you can't, and don't try, cause it will only hurt you more. I realized in this few short weeks that you can always be the best person you can be but people are always going to hurt you no matter what. Emm, i think i should stop losing myself like this when i write... Oh ya, i went to Pantai Medical Centre with Kimura Tasaki and Ito Seiko sensei yesterday to see Sato sensei's baby, Noah his name is... Very cute guy... already moving and all, can even open his eyes a bit... when i get the picture of him from Ito Seiko sensei i will upload it... The baby's features are already quiet visible, he looks like a tough guy like his dad hehehe... But Sato sensei looks very tired so we could only stay for awhile... Then all the PPKTJ students 2007/2009 who are reading this, remember, we only have 2 WEEKS left... Haih, it's getting kind of hard to get over the fact i'm going to leave this place for so long... Haiz... I've been going around in circles to my old houses and the old places i used to hang out in. Even started taking pictures of those places so i won't forget them... I'm going mad aren't I.... Hahaha... Well I think I'm getting a little melodramatic... ok ok... since i got very little time today also, this is all i will write for now....

... god help me...

Seriously for the past week i have been fully occupied and i am nearly drained to bits... just went back to kedah for the weekend and celebrated my dad's birthday yesterday, i drove to and back nearly the whole way... i am tired like hell but i got football to play today hehehe... but the truth is i know i have many things to do... don't know when i am going to finish the sabah trip thing... malas to remember balik all the things we did (but i did already get the photos done...) the recent elections, which i would like to call the super elections took place and bn was dealt a heavy blow... tension seems on the rise every where i look and i don't feel to comfortable here anymore... and worst of all, people around me are saying goodbye to me like i am going to die... why is it going away some where far worries everybody? i know i am going to miss all of them but isn't the whole reason i am going to japan so i don't become a useless piece of thrash and make all of them proud? why do people make me so sad eh?... recently, talks about my 'past' love has come about and my thoughts are scrambled again, seriously your first love is the hardest to forget right?... kind of miss her a lot and thinking of the times she and i had together, i still wonder why she chose to play with my heart like that, i wonder why she said all those lovely things which she never really meant, i wonder why i never realised she was lying to me and why my heart couldn't accept the truth for so long... but like my sister and ito seiko sensei said... it's best that i forget that person who used me, get over her as fast as possible, leave when i'm still not shattered... easier said than done right? i know there are many people like me out there... cheated, used and worst of all, feel wrong even though we didn't do anything wrong... well to all those people, hang in there, we all will see the end of the tunnel some day, so 頑張れ!!! and yes i am going to be very occupied for this one month, so expect less updates and more rantings from me....

Sabah Day 2

Hmm, the second day we woke up quite early, around 7 I think, had some curry Laksa at the shop across the hostel and waited for our guide to come pick us up. Lazarus Gubi was our guide, everyone was calling him Lazarus, but i really wanted to call him Gubi...

Not the right way to hide from the sun, please dont use your blanky to cover the sun...

Hmm on our way we stopped at this town that really looked familiar with all those old buildings you can see when you go on the old roads in the Semananjung... We stopped at a place called Tuaran which was famous for... Tuaran Mee... basically it's a mee made from a lot of eggs... hmm, it was very appetizing, Lai set a record of eating 5 plates...

Our hostess of the day. Alan's mum and his younger cousin sister came along with us.

Our first destination was the foot of Mount Kinabalu...

Mount Kinabalu was kind of hard to get a picture of cause the car was constantly on the move...

I'd like to say it again, we are poor... So instead of going up Mount Kinabalu, we came here... To the botanical park of Kinabalu...

There was amazing plants there but what would a bunch of guys going to become engineers understand about plants??? However the other guides (our guide is only a driver, so he stayed outside...) who were guiding the tourist in the park were very enthusiastic though, one quy was talking Japanese and was saying, 'この豆の中に種がたくさんなりますよ...' Marvel at nature... Unfortunately this tree was cut down...We headed to this hot springs in a different place after the park, we crossed a bridge were there was this crazy river. This river was very fast and very 'garang'... So we changed it's name from Mamut to Maut...

The hots springs turned out to be a 'warm and dirty' springs, so we decided to play in the pool... which was more cold than my butt...

After our little play in the pool we headed towards the long houses where they sold art crafts and also a lot of cool shirts... This was our last stop before we headed to our hostel again. As you can see in the photo, the day got pretty foggy and our guide went like 'Sya tinggal kat sni ba, dah biasa ba ni smua...' at least that is what i colud understand... The long house was at Kundasang...

At night was pretty plain, we went for dinner with Alan's mom and cousin again. We treated them this time, we at a coffee house like place which had a delicious chicken broth (soup). Other than that the sea food was great.
At night at the hostel was pretty boring...