Hello everyone. I thought I would spice up this blog with a short story.

Here goes, and enjoy.

It was a dark warm night. A man was waiting at the bus stop for the last bus ride home. After waiting for a long time, the bus came and he climbed in, feeling rather happy that he was finally able to go home. Beside himself, there were only 2 other passengers there. One was a middle-aged woman, she looked nice and wore red lipstick. She smiled at the man as he sat down across her seat. The other passenger was also a woman, but younger. She was extremely pale, clad in a bright red coat, and sat at the end of the bus. Even before the man entered the bus, she stared intently at him. As soon as the man noticed this woman, his body shivered and he tried not to look at her. The hair raised at the back of his neck and goose bumps were appearing on his arms.

The middle-aged woman noticed this, and went to sit next to him. "Excuse me, son. I can't help but notice that the girl at the back is staring at you all this while and you appear to be avoiding her gaze. Do you two know each other?" asked the woman. The man glanced at the girl at the back of the bus and then said, "Actually, she's my stalker. She's been following me for months, sitting at the farthest seat in every bus I've rode on. She looks pretty and young, so I've been interested in her before. But one night, when I tried to approach her, she shook the seat in front of her so violently. I was concerned so I asked her if she was okay." The middle-aged woman gasped. "You fool!" she said in a hushed tone. The man continued, "I know. Well, then she just vanished into thin air right before my eyes. But she keeps on stalking me until now. I don't know what to do."

The middle-aged woman rested her hand on the man's shoulder. Her gentle hand was reassuring. "Don't worry, young man. I'll talk to her," she said. The woman stood up and walked towards the end of the bus. The young girl stared at the woman with unblinking eyes as she sat beside her. All of a sudden, she disappeared. The woman got up and went back to her first seat. "There. She said she understood. She won't bother you again," the woman said cheerfully as she flashed a smile. Even though he could not comprehend what just happened, he smiled back at the woman and expressed his gratitude. Feeling somewhat relieved, he decided to enjoy the night scenery outside the window. But there, he saw the reflection inside the bus. The seat across him, the one that the middle-aged woman was supposed to be seated, was empty.



credits: Dark Tales Of Japan

You must miss this darling of a blog. This pale little blog which fills your screen with small words.

How do you do, comrades. This time, it really has been a while. This humble blog have been publicly neglected for a long time. All of us are scattered around the country, trying our darn best to attend classes, complete assignments, doing whatever it is that needs doing, in the hope of clutching a mere paper scribbled with honour, dignity, status, and bragging rights in our bare hands. Fulfilling our duties as future leaders and workforce in this country could not have been any simpler.

Have you gained any new experiences? Any precious memories? Any throes and agonies? What about heartbreaks and love-aches? Well, whatever that you have gone through, let us all take a while to realize that we have survived a supposed apocalypse. Did you pray the night before to ask to be excluded from the horror? Did you wake up in the morning looking to the west just to make sure whether the russet sun would rise from there? Or did you run straight to your window to figure out if the world is bathed in blood and terror yet? Is it possible that you checked the earth around you to see if the zombies are awakening from their grotesque slumber? If your answer is no, then I assume that in the moment of awakening you had laughed arrogantly and mockingly at the Mayans. I think most people would share your attitude for this 2012 Doomsday prediction, but some people actually did something as means to escape the so-called prophecy. From spending life savings on an ark to building doomsday bunkers in their yards, it is admirable to see the lengths that humans dare to go when you feed them with such information.

Comrades, let us set this apocalypse matter aside. We are still living, are we not? We are still breathing. Our lungs are still healthy enough to expand and relax to allow air -though polluted- to enter so that oxygen may be transported throughout our little bodies. Well I will not bore you with such crude biological information. Today, you still have sight. You still have your senses and cute limbs. Your body is still warm and your heart beats in your tender chest. Can you hear the sound of your muscles moving and blood rushing in your blue and purple veins? Yes, these are all signs that you are healthy, able and alive. Let us be thankful that for this year, though many disheartening things have happened, we are all still living. We still have our friends to speak to. The roof still shelters our heads. Our family is still at home. During this festive season, I assume that most of us have gone back to their hometowns or kampongs to celebrate the occasion. Those who spend the holidays alone, do not fret. Lets rid you of your loneliness for a minute. Shall we use this opportunity to reflect the years that have gone by? Do you still crave for the high school life like you used to? Well, maybe a little...  Perhaps you have adapted to your life as a university student? Yes. Perhaps as we all grow older, we grow wary of our responsibilities, and we mature. We are no longer adolescents, we are beginning to turn ourselves into something that people would call "young adults". My friends, I feel young, as how I should feel, but when I look into how many years have I lived on this planet Earth, and how long ago it seems the last time I put on my school uniform, I feel somewhat aged. Those years of awkward teenage-hood are being left far behind. We are all about to end our teenage years and starting our twenties. In a matter of time, we will be working in some company or doing business. Then we have to start thinking seriously about settling down and granting our parents some grandchildren.

There are things that man cannot avoid or run away from, and those things are age and death. So long as we live in this spatial world, we will age. Time and place will change us little by little. So let us join our hands together and make the most of the time that we have. We live in the now; not the past, not the future, but the present. Besides, a number is just a number, right? People always say, it is the thoughts in the mind and the values in the heart that counts. A healthy mind makes a healthy body. A heart of love creates a man of honour. Beloved comrades, we may not see each other, we may speak little to one another, but each and every one of us matter. At least in this blog. Cheers!


Happy holidays and have a happy Christmas. No amount of adjectives can express how much I would love to see your darling faces.

This blog has been a medium for us former 5S1 students to hold on to our past memories. Be it appropriate or not, the story that I am about to tell has nothing to do with our alumni, but, I would like to share our experiences with all of you, about an incident that happened just earlier today, 4th July 2012. Take care not to smile at any part of it, for it is not a happy one. I hope that this story will serve as proof of our school's unity, passion, love, empathy, loyalty, and friendship towards each other.

Every morning here is just the same; we get to school and go to class. This morning was no different. The form 6 students were doing things that they always have. We joke, we talk, and we do our unfinished homework. The day was bright but dare I say it, there was a certain fogginess that clung to the morning like an opaque mist surrounding a fort. Mdm. Jessie came in the classroom and taught us the argumentative essay about ICT. Students of upper 6 Science were assigned to come up with points and some will present them to the whole class. I remember it well, we were having fun - brainstorming for points and ideas, arguing with each other for the best reasoning. Suddenly, our class was interrupted by Pn. Lucia, our Pengajian Am teacher. Mdm. Jessie got up and told us to continue whilst she attended to Pn. Lucia. So we did, and we laughed and we played around. Not long after, Mdm. Jessie came back with a troubled face and said, "There's bad news". Do you know ---? He passed away." What? What did she say? Who? I asked all around, talking in a high tone, "Sapa? Hani, sapa?" Nurhani looked at me with surprised and beaded eyes and replied, "Jugney".

This boy was a friend of ours, we had been classmates before he transferred to the Art class. As quick as the flash of lightning, the cheerful class became a sea of statues. We all froze, in shock and in disbelief. Later, they all said, he was just fine yesterday, they made merry and joked with him, but he was much quieter than usual.

"Semalam dia ok saja kan? They said dia jatuh semasa menunggu bas nak pegi sekolah," said Mdm. Jessie.

"Anyhow, we should continue". But those words were partially ignored. Kung Teck Wee was called to present his points, but most of the class paid no attention to him. Our minds were already elsewhere. To where, I cannot say, though I can tell, that as hard as Mdm. Jessie tried to contain herself, her mind was also elsewhere. "Should we continue? I think we cannot continue," she later said. "Can I leave you? If the teachers are going to the hospital then I must go as well." We said yes, and she left, leaving us all in shock and silence. Some of our friends started crying already. Not long after, we saw all the Art students leaving their classrooms.

"Where are they going?" "To the hospital". "Then shouldn't we go too?" "But how?" "Kung and Nathaniel have transport."

So we all left our classrooms and junior students were staring. We waited at the lobby, discussing our transportation. The teachers were also there and they kept telling us,

"There's no need to be here." "You need permission from the principal to go." "Call your parents if you're going."

The funny thing is, the principal, Pn. Azizah, Pn. Wan Juliana, and Cikgu Baki were already gone. So we could not have gotten their permission anyhow. Besides, some of the Art students already left. Nurul Aman even went home on his motorcycle, and came back to school in a huge white van, just to drive his classmates to the hospital. They just had no care for the teachers' warnings. Then, Mr.Wilson, our kind and understanding guru tingkatan came to us and said that he cannot forbid us to go, but we shall carry the risks on our own shoulders. Thus, it was decided. We left school and drove to the hospital.

We walked to the morgue and everyone was there. Jugney's family were all gathered there. All that we students did was stand there and gave donations and waited, but perhaps this could give some moral support to Jugney's family. I saw red eyes and red faces. A lot cried, be it girl or boy. Ching Hua, Jugney's best friend - a boy - cried the hardest. That was when, the deceased's father started crying. Anyone with a heart who heard him that time would feel the grief, remorse, and pain of a father who lost a son. Sometime after, the mother cried and wailed, as she lamented on her beloved son. "Sayau aku.." was the only thing that I could comprehend from her cries. I could not describe to you how it felt like listening to their weepings, but I could say that I felt like escaping the place. The sadness and despair in their voices were emotions that I can never imagine. No parent should bury their child, but God is Almighty. This is reality and this is life. As I understood it, Jugney was the hope of the family for a better future. Now, it must seem impossible to them.

Cikgu Baki gathered us and thanked us for coming, and told us to pray and take this as a reminder. And so, we left the place and went back to school. Mr. Wilson came to class and did no teaching that day. He let us eat and his kindness felt reassuring. I shall not be surprised if all of us form 6 students will be scolded by the principal himself tomorrow, or some time in the future. Tell me, in a situation like that, could you stay and study in class while your friend lay in the morgue? Could you stay when all of your friends pay their respects and you didn't? I am old enough to understand that what we did was wrong by law, but I am also old enough to understand about empathy and being human.

Bintulu is a gloomy day today. The sun shone in the afternoon but the grey clouds arrived from the north and covered the land in soft shadows. Today's events showed me how the people of SMK Kidurong could be such wonderfully supportive people. Even those who barely knew Jugney, went on board that rebellious act and went outside the school compound during P and P. I am reminded of my idleness, my responsibilities, my dreams, and my unconscious thought that there will always be time. I was wrong. I am reminded that everyone will die some day, and it could be any day. Time will never wait for us. Honestly, it really could be anyone. That is why we must always stay virtuous and do what is right. Cherish the people around you and live your days with fulfillment. We actually know these things, but somehow, they slip pass our heads in everyday life and we sometimes forget. I believe that this is a reminder from God and that it should be shared. Please pray for him, for those who can, because he was a good lad, a boy of many smiles and jokes. He will be missed. And let us hope for the best.

My friends, take care and take note of this reminder, for in this modern age we tend to take for granted of the things around us. Only when they are taken from us, will we notice their significance.




Mimie.

My dears, my friends, my beloved comrades,

It can be declared that I am the happiest of the happiest folk to wander the surface of this Earth today. Though, I doubt it, for today's star of this post will surely possess much greater happiness than I. It is the utmost honour for me to inform you all of a most joyous event of the century.

Yes, the most joyous event. This particular event happened in the morning of 24th March, 2012, Saturday. Form 6 students in SMK Kidurong were attending to some extra-curriculum activities. You remember, persatuan, kelab & permainan. Now, I was sitting in the 6AS classroom, minding my own business, popping a little piece of Strepsil into my mouth, because I had a terrible sore throat from catching a mild fever that morning. As I was in my mental monologue, complaining about how sore my throat was, Nurul Asmidar, my classmate, provoked the attention of the whole class. Apparently, she saw something outside the classroom window, was shocked instantly, and immediately raised her voice perhaps semi-consciously to the other people in the classroom with her.

"Oh my God! Tengok luar!" she exclaimed, with a little grin plastered upon her face.

Curiosity quickly took over us lot, and a bunch of us was looking outside, eager to see the object of interest that had aroused Asmidar to raise her voice in alarm, or rather in a surprised tone. I turned my head to Asmidar as she was right behind me, she was grinning and covered her mouth with her right hand to conceal it. I looked into the window behind her. I was searching, searching, searching... I could not see anything bizarre outside at first, everything looked quite normal. Students were walking along the corridor, some were walking along the path. It took me a good 3 to 4 seconds when I realised the true surprise that I was not prepared to lay my eyes upon. It was Jeremy, yes, Jeremy Ho, conversing with a Chinese girl, Maybo, with the biggest smile and such passionate concentration, near the corridor railings. Believe it or not, my friends, Jeremy Ho has gotten himself a romantic interest and a potential love.

Who is this girl!? you may want to ask. This girl, Maybo is her name, is a fellow Form 6 student studying in SMK Kidurong, obviously. She's in the 6AA2 class, opposite to our class. She is of average height, an average body-size, with long hair and a rather tanned skin. Her appearance is rather normal, with small eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. Yes, she looked quite normal, like every other girl around town. But Jeremy Ho saw the true beauty behind those glasses and boring school uniform. He saw her personality, and it captivated him like a spell cast by an evil witch. Maybo wasted no time, she happily indulged herself with the ever-excellent Jeremy Ho by becoming rapid friends.

Actually, if I can recall, this relationship really began in February, at the school's Sukantara. Hani and I became first-aiders as usual, and a lot of other BSMM members joined in as well. These other members included Jeremy Ho and Maybo. I believe they were not well-acquainted during this time, and they shied away from each other for most of the time, not realizing the attraction they had for each other. Until our beloved Cikgu Yong Tiong Ping, married now, assigned both of them to make a team, and to be the lookouts at the Lempar Cakera area. So off went Jeremy Ho and Maybo, carrying a first aid kit with them, and sat underneath the shades of a nearby tree. What happened afterwards nobody knew, but when they were called back to the base camp at the end of the day, it was clear for everyone to see that they had developed such a bond between themselves, that Jeremy actually left a patient grimacing in pain just to attend to Maybo, who was calling for him.

Later on, their relationship looked dim and stretched, but little did we know, the sparks still stood ablaze in Jeremy's heart, and they did talk to one another some of the time. The Form 6 teachers also took notice of this burning fire between them as they chatted away on the corridor that Saturday, that Cikgu Marina had the liberty to tease their special relationship during our MPPU meeting. As you all know him for who he is, Jeremy Ho made a neutral grin, like he does not understand anything, but we all know that he does understand, while Maybo blushed in her seat, clutching a friend who sat beside her for support, as if it was the end of the world.

After the extra-curriculum activities were over, Hani and I were about to leave, when we saw the two of them, Jeremy Ho and Maybo at the lobby, talking to each other once again. Mark my words, I've never seen Jeremy's eyes become so bright and cheerful as that particular moment. I poked Hani to show her the two couple, standing at an awkward distance from each other, like two people in skinny love. Well, I believe they are in skinny love. Maybo waved goodbye to Jeremy and Jeremy replied her goodbyes with a smile of the happiest proportions. Maybo was already leaving, but he still could not take his eyes off her. As he walked at the opposite direction, he turned his head just to see her. The girl, on the other hand, looked down towards the cement floor, obviously trying to hide the flush in her cheeks. She was so engrossed in her thoughts of Jeremy Ho that she bumped into someone and apologized. By now, both of them went to their separate way home. I think it was a spectacular immitation of a Korean romance drama, if you ask me.

And there you have it. An extraordinary event of the century. Who would have known that this tall and quiet Chinese boy, who seemed to care nothing but education, would display such manliness and succumb to the charms of a woman? Could hormones play a major role in this union, or did fate stepped in to create such a phenomenon? Let us wish both of them well, and pray that everything will go well for all of us this year.


Have a great weekend, and let's have a reunion someday.




mimi

it's 2012. and Friday the 13th.

it's been two years already since we first became Form 5 seniors. being the ones staying behind at the old school, Hani and I, and some others as well, have been very much missing all the moments lost in time. we carry out the usual routine of a secondary student; iron school clothes, organise textbooks, get up early in the morning, put on our uniforms and we still do homework. for some, it is called assignments or tutorials. all these actions really bring up memories more than one could hope for, and it is both sweet and painfully nostalgic at the same time.

i walk through the front gate and see juniors resembling each and everyone of my classmates. i look forward, and i see Brandon. i turn around, and i see Mahathir. i turn the other side and i see someone else. the resemblance is not from the looks, but rather the likeliness, composure, countenance, or the air which they walk in. forgive me for being quite emotional, but at moments like this, i feel like i was willing to do anything just to go back to the times when we were Form 5. i wanted to relive those days of having fun in class, still wearing uniforms. holding back the tears was absolutely necessary. i'm not popular and i don't consider myself to have many friends, but i do have some that i hold dear, though they themselves do not know it, and i do have some that i don't often talk to, but i know them well enough to consider them as acquaintances. anyway i'm just saying. i don't know about you. i missed those days, though i have no regrets. i have not been able to fully grasp the reality that by next year, we're all turning 20 years old and about to leave this youthful vigour. we'll be on the verge of adulthood and we have to be all serious and can't play around as much anymore. our paths will deviate further, and our future may and may not include each other. by 2013, we'd be one year closer to be legally authorized to vote in the election. personally, seeing the figures makes me feel old, and i'm just not ready to accept the harsh fact just yet. some of us might already have the guts to accept it, but not me. at least not yet.

well you may not care about this gibberish, about all of these intense reminiscence stuff, about old years or about how i was involved in your life in any way... this is me saying that i sincerely appreciate all of you who has ever walked in the course of mine. i'm sure you won't realise this, but i am thankful to be a part of an amazing class. i wouldn't have it in any other way. staying back at school and joining Form 6, walking past the buildings and seeing the classrooms, all this has really made me miss you all more than i want to. your shadows are engraved in these walls, and it proves to be quite distracting at times.

so Happy New year, and a Chinese New Year too.

"All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost."

~ J.R.R Tolkien.








mimi

Hallo! Dear people!

Persatuan Melayu Miri is going to organise a couple of seminars to help Malay SPM graduates to decide where are they heading after SPM. For more information please download the PDF files below. If that does not work, give me your email and I will email the information to you (battbutt@yahoo.com).

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