Love at first sight (or rather, taste)

Has been ages since i've tasted good chocolates. Those that are nice & smooth which leave you wanting for more. And this is one such gem...


Belgian Mint Chocolate from ColesThey are super-mega nice! Just too bad can't find them here.

Heavy heart

When i first stepped into this school,

i remember telling my family that i felt really inadequate learning how to teach in an all boys school. I've never faced an all boys crowd before and even more difficult is the thought of facing boys at that age, where their propensity to rebel is at its peak. Not only that but also the whole package of learning to teach in a school, how to deal with collegues (collegues?!..never had them), well, basicallyof learning to face the world (wahseh..sounds like superwoman!). This element of unknown was both exciting and scary to me. It seemed like everything that i've acquired will now be put to test, my countless biology classes and microteachings will now be thrown into the sea to see if it survive the storm. Everything was huge and i felt really inadequate.

But i'm glad that He has seen me through it.
I'm grateful He has been there through every step of the way.

The storm is over. My 14 weeks of tedious, sometimes downright silly lesson plannings are now a part of history.

There were ups and downs. But i guess in everything the downs are there to make the ups~up.

I really enjoyed doing what i did in that short span of time.
I really enjoyed teaching and i know i'll be happy sticking with it for quite sometime.

And so, as i walked out of this school for the last time, there'll be a number of things i know i'll miss.

I'll miss driving to school early in the morning because if the morning skies are clear i get to spot these....


What i call natural eye candy...


I'll miss being greeted by the school's Pak Guard and waving to him while driving in every morning. He was the first of many friendly people whom i met when i came to this place and each morning as i drive up to the school, he'll be there standing next to the main gate greeting and waving to every teacher that drives in.
I'll miss the interaction i had with the students and the teachers.






And as i ended my short stint here, i left not only with a heavy load of things (books, files, papers and i dont-know-what) but also with a heavy heart.

Too cute to chomp

Guess what are these?



Don't know what they are called but my family calls them the Kungfu Panda Pau!
They taste like the ordinary pau but with custard filling and those extra black bits.

So cute.

One Life Revolution

It was something i wanted to do for a long time, but didn't get around doing it. Putting it off for some other time and eventually the some other time becomes stale in my feeble memory capacity.

Then somehow, two months back i had the opportunity to mingle with people from World Vision while helping them out in their site office and when they told me that they were in need of volunteers to help man the exhibition for an event, i thought this was it. I signed up and i'm really glad i didnt pull out / put off till another time.

The exhibition was an interactive one, where one get to walk in the shoes of children who are affected by HIV/AIDS and child trafikking.

The stigma is real, the numbers are increasing (especially in Negaraku tercinta) and the saddest part is that some are suffering silently because of the stigma that comes with it; which is totally unnecessary.

Prior to this, i dont see how i can make any difference or how the situation can be any different by just experiencing the exhibition, going through the motions.
But i realise, knowledge is power and it really is. By just being better informed, the stigma can slowly be broken.


Only pic i had with Sue Ern and it turns out blur. Aiks

The coolest part was to be able to bring some of the junior BB boys for it the very next day and i'm glad that they seemed positive about it. One question that was posed to me by a student just before his turn to walk in, which i find it to be totally out of the blue was,

"Teacher, is it scary? Looks like a haunted house."


With the BB boys at the exhibitionThe answer in my head was, " It's not scary for you, but I guess it's scary and it can be a haunted house for them; the children who are affected by AIDS/HIV"


It's not the disease that kills (hope), it's the stigma. Break it.

Wrapping up...

It's goodbye for them,
1 week left for her,
and 2 weeks left for me.


Looking back at how He has orchestrated this to let our paths crossed, i'm once again speechless. We have grown so close in that short amount of time, i realize that i'm beginning to miss them, this experience here and the things we've gone through together as we say our goodbyes to each other. (staggered-ly!) It's funny how God put different people at different times into our lives, and always, always it turns out to be something really.


Hanging out before going into battle (class)
Keeping each other sane: Our "Jom makan?!" sessions


With Malathi who never fails to put a smile on her face even when the going gets tough.
My partner in crime. :)



The group with Mr.Mani (2nd from right), who sits right in the middle of us; laughed together with us at our lame jokes, dread the same things (relief classes) and gives us ultimate advices.

The "muhibbah' group.. from 3 different campuses.


I'm really glad to have known them.

Scissors, paper, stone!

If making decisions were as easy as playing scissors, paper, stone. Were as easy as deciding if scissors, paper or stone was it it.

But reality is - it isn't that simple.

We weigh this and that, looking at all angles and yet when we think we have come to a full circle of considering, we'll end up at the same place again. The starting point. The dot. We're at the beginning again. Sometimes i wonder if there's such a thing as making the right decision in the process of making decisions, because i reckon we'll never know if we have made a right decision at the point of making a decision; unless it's clearly a right, lawful and permissible thing to do.

They say, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."

I guess that's the hardest part about growing up.

The single step.

To make decisions. .

Admittedly, there's still much to learn for me...

To learn to stand up again when i fall or when i make mistakes.

To learn to face the giants.

To learn to have faith and to trust in Him especially in times when i can't even trust my own decision making instincts.

Sometimes i wish i was only 3 years old.

Decisions are made for you. No sweat