My story...Your story...Our story...

My schoolmate is flying to Poland in ten minutes. Somehow, I can tell how elegant he would look. A man with such high calibre and was respected throughout the school. He was an-all rounder.

He scored 11A1 in his SPM. He was the Secretary in the Prefect Board. He was the only guy in form 5 that were able to secure that position. The rest was taken by form sixes. He was a President of Japanese Language Club. He founded the club and by the end of the year, he had collected more than RM2000....Their club went for a dinner in a five-star hotel (in a ballroom). Not mentioning he was a King scout and one of the leaders in First Fort Scout, the same as I am.

He took one of the highest award given out by my school of which the award was one of the oldest. That award began in 1920.....meanwhile I was granted an excellence award which began in 1950s... Sometimes I envy him.

Our names were stated in the hall of fame. Every award's recipient, would be written their name and their respective years. The oldest award was in 1900s....Some names dated back to 1826....the year my school was born. Mine was 2007....

When I picture him in the airport, its always a different person. I would picture everything, and just that, it wasn't him....but it was me in my imagination. I do not know why...but somehow its like that.

I saw everyone from MD41....We were cheering...We were laughing...with all our suits and travelling bags....

The guys were looking smart and the girls were elegant. We held our heads high....stood tall, each same par with one another....

Parents were proud....Some were crying...not tears of pain or sadness....but tears of happiness...tears of pride...

I walked straight to my parents...hugged them....kissed them on the cheek.....and said...
" I can't guarantee that I will suceed, but I'll guarantee that I'll do my best "

And you know what, everyone in MD41 was saying the same thing to their respective parents....Some started crying...

As I walk through the customs check, I look back....glancing my parents...remembering the promise that I've made to them.....

and before I knew it,


tears was dropping down my cheek....

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My way is not your way....Like I said, Silence doesn't mean I'm stupid...

First time...

Today is the first time I became an MC of a ceremony. Thrilling but not as thrilling as playing guitar on stage. The adrenaline rush is much better and faster. Before you know it, you already finish playing the song.

I got the chance being an MC when Aidah suddenly suggested me to be her partner. Though I insist of getting someone else, but in the end, I agreed....Just for experience I guess....

This is one of those that I would like to do only once and never repeat it.

Now, Finish with CEC!!! YES!! Finally can relax...but EE, and World lit is coming.... +TOK essay and oral....what relax??!?!?!

Being one of the CEC members is really an experience of a lifetime. Interviewing, assessing candidates and plus pyschoing them....muahaahhaa....in the end, it reflects most on us back...Seeing how incompetent we are...seeing how lacking we are....seeing how imperfect we are...It all brings me to one lesson, that who are we to judge people when we could not judge ourselves....

Anyway,

Tomorrow got dinner....haha...gonna eat till full... =D

Thank you for the Kinder Bueno....

I wasn't expecting anything in return from Miss M when she return my stuff......In fact, I wanted to treat her for keeping my camera for two weeks....

It's a long time....

The reason I let her keep my camera for such a long time is because probably after this I do not have any other reason to bring my camera to college. So, to compensate that, I'll let her use my camera for a long time...

I love to see people interested in photography....There is so much to photography until it is in one of the elements in ART (in TOK)...

By the way, nice job with the pictures....Credits to you Miss M
Thanks Miss M!!

P/S : I'll treat you back....one day...for now, I'm broke...hehehe

The power to excite...

Malam semalam lepas malam manifesto, aku, leman, Tia, dan Amy beli mknn di gerai Lahuma. Sementara menunggu tu, kita berborak kejap.

Aku ngan Leman pon kacau Tia ckp ada gossip pasal dier....wakaka...padehal aku tak tau mende pon....

Pastu Tia pon balas ckp, Leman byk gossip gak...

" Ah Foo takde gossip, tapi banyak orang nak Ah Foo " <--- Sejauh manakah kebenaran ini?

Bayai?

There's nothing to Kg. Bayai....just our effort together making something out of nothing....That small something means a thousand words for us...

I learned my lesson from Kg. Bayai....No matter how much you work your ass off, there's always someone else would take the credit. I guess life is always unfair.

Just for your information, I really do have fun in Kg. Bayai because the village itself is the same like my grandmother's house. I love it.....especially the last night because we sat down in front of TV, chatting over unimportant things.

In the morning, it was really cold....I love the scent of the cold morning breeze, whistling through the bushes....It seems so fresh...

Riding a motorbike in Kg. Bayai was another experience. I rode motorbike since I was standard 5 but in Kg. Bayai, its different. Never before, I shivered while riding a bike. It was 2 am, and the darkness creeps in. Only the moonlight, showing the slightest silhouette of things around me. Eyes peeled looking for the road. The cold air blowing sending message to my spine to seek warmth.

Basically, that's about it. Just that I really work hard in the cooking team. Since the makciks don't know other peoples name, they always called up my name and say,

" Danial, basuh pinggan ni"

"Danial, buat air!"

"Danial, bawak ayam goreng ni masuk dalam!"

"Danial, cepat hidangkan!"

"Danial, bawak pinggan dan cawan ke sana!"

"Danial, amik meja tu letak situ!"

"Danial, buat ni.....!"

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I became a robot that day.....sometimes, I got as much as four simultaneous request from different makcik......

I work till my legs went numb....I don't know why...or how...

Just that I remembered, I wish I collapsed and died on that Friday night....Such were my agony....But still I live to see another day....

I don't eat throughout the night, I dont sit for 5 hours straight....I don't stop working for 5 hours....

Happy experience??

Not quite sure.....