My Mission Impossible

I’m pretty sure you guys watched Mission Impossible, those nearly “no-way-man-can-do” action movie starring all-time women favorite, Tom Cruise. It’s indeed an extremely explosive action film with all sort of futuristic gadgets that you’ll never envisage. But face it man! You can’t even open your door without your key; how the heck would Tom enter this first-class-priority-highly-guarded-heavily-armed *grasp grasp* super-high-technology building without even leaving his footprints? Well that’s movie and in movie, everything possible.

Today was quite a mission impossible day for me as I woke up late (again). My hand phone showing it was 0809 and the bus is off in another 20 minutes or so. That is the beginning of my mission impossible story. My mission is to get to the class (without being late (again)); my obstacle is obviously the time.

My brain is running abnormally fast at that time, not even AMD or Intel chipset can compete with the speed of my brain at that instance. I have everything planned in just a split second, I’ll use my first 4.55 minutes to brush my teeth and wash my face. Then another 5.32 minutes for toilet use and another 3.17 minutes to get my cloth on with grooming. That will leave me another 6.96 minutes to get to my shoe and run straight to the bus. I was overwhelmed by how my brain works; I even start to wonder if I really make full use of my brain, will it beat Einstein’s one?

Anyhow, just right after I wore my shoe, I snatched my bag and jacket without look. Then I quickly rushed down my stair. I was pushing other peoples to the side as I was going down the stair; those people are really pissed off. But I got to do what I got to do; which is save the world get to the bus. It was like a marathon race once I set my feet down the main road. I ran all the way without stop, grasp every gulp of air I could, ignoring exhaustion and fatigue, and all I recalled is me running like those Olympic 400metre hurdler: jumping madly over drain, pipe, cat and fence. Once again I was amazed; I didn’t realize that I had this kind of sportsman stamina.

I managed to get on the bus. However it was the last bus, meaning I’ll be most probably 5-10 minutes late. On usual day, I’ll just let it be or give my lecturer some strong excuses; mainly bus run out of diesel, I help someone in need on the way, I send my wife to work before I got there, my cow was giving birth or simply I woke up late. Nevertheless, today is my mission impossible day. I told myself that I would make it; not even a second late.

The bus was on time, it reached Kubang Gajah at 0856. From there I need to walk about six minutes to get to my lecture hall and that would be a ‘LATE’ for me. “I will make it in three” that’s what I told myself, foolishly. I run with all my might, taking the nearest road and turning in every shortcut I remembered. As I reach the lecture hall, everything starts to moves in slow motion. Yet I still have time to glimpse at my hand phone. It was 0858 and I knew that I already made it.

The joy of it, the triumph of it and the taste of satisfactory is indescribable. Just like when Tom finally break in and out of this first-class-priority-highly-guarded-heavily-armed-super *grasp grasp* high-technology building. Sincerely I like this winning feeling.

The joy of it just bring me into another level, I was on top of my world. I was going to scream but I was just too embarrassed to do it in front of ostriches. Nonetheless frankly speaking, I already shouted out of triumph in my heart “YATTA!!” like what Hiro Nakamura did in Heroes 3.

I opened the lecture hall door and people are having exams. I was stunned. I hurriedly phone my friend to confirm.

Mels: Where are you now?
Friend: My room.
Mels: What? I’m already here.
Friend: Huh? But class start at ten la.

I look at my hand phone again, it shows nine o’clock sharp.

Mels: Great! I’m one hour early.
Friend: *obviously laughing*

No Mistake

I know explanations mean nothing to you. And you know me too well, that I won't do any explanations; I just let it pass and to be forgotten. Nevertheless...

"You may not be the best I ever had, but you're the most special I ever meet"

Mistake may remains incorrigible and I may still feel the pain after years, but that's my life and that's my choice. I seldom go back on my words, so just let me do this. And I really feel like doing it. That's all.

Adieu Ipoh

I should upload this earlier, but I couldn’t finish writing it. Anyway, here it goes…

My life at Ipoh is totally a different thing; nobody will believe that I’m still a student when I live my Ipoh life here. Frankly speaking, I love Ipoh; a place where all the hot chicks come from, a ‘makan’ paradise, a peaceful take-it-easy town and the best place to have a sip of our famous Ipoh white coffee. Nevertheless due to some personal reason, I have been running away from Ipoh; dodging from all the problems I had. I know that’s a coward act, but when you’re in my shoe; you’ll too.

And for your information, Ipoh is a city and not a town. Just because of Ipoh Oldtown Kopitiam, that doesn’t make Ipoh a town. The same goes to the Starbucks, that doesn’t mean their cappuccino, come from the star, don’t they?

I thought it was easy saying goodbye to Ipoh. Let’s face it! I had loads of problems at Ipoh, so leaving it would pretty much to be a solution for me. However it’s not.

From the moment I stepped into the bus, memories already started to encircle me. At that instance, I know I’m hell reluctant to leave you: Ipoh. The memories start coming back to me one by one, it’s like a jigsaw puzzle, and every single pieces of it is coming back.

I had the best nasi kandar near Kinta Heights.
I had the most romantic dinner.
I had numerous times of McD-ing.
I had watch pretty good movie lately.
I had the most memorable time at Kopitiam in front of St. Michael.
I seriously love every moment either at Wolley, Aneka Selera, Stadium, East, Infi, E-Three, Station 18 or Greentown.

And I miss it; of all the sudden I feel that I’m leaving behind something far important back there; I sense that something is missing as I’m talking here, strange?

Honestly, you gave me everything but I can’t repay the same, I’m sorry. I just don’t understand why you’re still at this juncture. I really don’t understand, maybe you should tell me someday.

This few minutes seriously taste like few hours, recalling all these memories: sweet, bitter and sour. At times, I chortle at my own silly mistake; at other time, feeling touched by your action. But then I was awaked by the sound of the engine when the bus started to leave the station. That time I knew I must go, leaving you once again.

Adieu Ipoh, I miss you.

Initially UniMAP 2

Fire extinguisher: Information below is based on my personal experience and infinitesimal knowledge. Please forgive any of my misleading information (if any).

WHOA! I don’t know that my crappy lousy blog can actually helps people; especially those new UniMAP students. That’s surely something new for me; thank you my reader, suxin (you inspired me to write this blog). If you’re reading this, here is some of the information regarding your new University.

Furthermore I promised some of my readers *cough* you-know-who *cough* that I’ll write more about UniMAP. So, suxin; I hope the information below can be handy for you.

UniMAP is indeed a new university; a toddler of Malaysia University. Therefore it’s common for people not knowing your University. Trust me; you’ll have difficulties in explaining to your aunty uncle, your neighbor, and maybe your senior hairstylist regarding UniMAP.
Here is what that might be running in their head when you tell them…
“I’m studying in UniMAP, Perlis”

1. They thought of a polytechnic.
2. They thought of a private college.
3. They thought of a tuition centre.
4. They thought of nothing.

After your explanation, most probably they will have a very doubtful and puzzled feedback; normally you can see that clearly on their face. Then when you further explain to them…
“It’s known as KUKUM last time”
They will think that:

1. It’s a new University; maybe built last night when they’re asleep.
2. You get into a Thailand University and obviously you have no sense of geography.
3. It’s not a University; it’s a working place or a factory.
4. It didn’t exist, you're making up story.

How do you feel now, suxin? Pathetic huh?

But bear in mind, you’re talking to those aunty uncle, neighbor or hairstylist whom is no way near your engineering profession; it’s customary that they don’t know about it.
Try talking to engineers or maybe to the industry:
“I graduated from UniMAP”

1. They know that it’s an engineering based University which proven that it’s capable of producing numerous of fast adapt to the industry engineer. Why? Because in UniMAP we put the theory to use in industry application; we actually know how to operate most of the industry machine long before we graduate.

2. They know that students of UniMAP excel academically and practically. Why? Because in UniMAP we are trained to not only knowing the theory but we are also required to know how to apply it realistically.

3. They know that UniMAP is the first and only University in Malaysia that has a ‘clean room’; those billion-dollars-dustless-vacuum-semiconductor room. Only huge semiconductor companies like Intel, Motorola and Texas Instrument have this ‘clean room’. Why? Because we are trained to blend in the industry even before we graduate; when other university students only heard about this ‘clean room’, we already start break-dancing in it.

4. They know that UniMAP students have the upper hand in many soft skills: mainly communication skill, leadership skill, entrepreneur skill and so on.

5. UniMAP students are recognized world-wide.

suxin, I’m in no doubt that UniMAP will change your perspective of university life; as it changes mine. Hopefully the information can answer some of your inquiries.

Man, UniMAP should pay me for this blog; at least reduce my fees for this semester.

Hair-Cut-The-Crap

This agenda took place in one of the famous hair salon in my hometown. No doubt, the hair cut there is superb, the service is nice, the place is lively; no wonder they’re so popular in Ipoh. Every time I went there, it’s a norm for me to wait for half an hour or more. Undeniably, this is a good hair cut place.

That day was a lucky day for me, the ace in that salon is going to do my hair; I was actually screaming out of joy in my heart. A senior professional haircut for the price of normal haircut, nevertheless it’s too early for me to feel the joy. That ace is one of the most kepoh guys I ever met; jam-packed with nosiness and curiosity. I salute you.

Below are the conversations that take place in the salon. But I warn you, it’s going to be an extremely BORING conversation.

Ace: Lengchai, cut?
Mels: Yea
Ace: Long or short?
Mels: Long but can you trim the fringe, don’t want that long la
Ace: Ok, you want to wash?
Mels: Erm…can I skip the washing?
Ace: Sure
Mels: Thanks
Ace: Going movie ar later?
Mels: Just after movie, need to go dinner soon
Ace: Oh…what movie?
Mels: Ice Age 3 (I was praying that he won’t ask me more about that movie)
Ace: …
Mels: (Thanks god)
Ace: So how’s the Squirrel?
Mels: (!@#$%^&*) Still chasing nuts *fake chuckle*
Ace: *fake chuckle*
Mels: …
Ace: …

I was so glad that finally no more talking; even so that moment of silent only lasts about 15 seconds before his second assault.

Ace: You work where?
Mels: I’m still studying (here he come again)
Ace: Study can keep hair so long one meh? Keep beard somemore
Mels: They didn’t check so often one
Ace: Study where?
Mels: Perlis
Ace: Where?
Mels: Perlis, UniMAP.
Ace: Oh… that polytechnic (he assumes he knows)
Mels: No, it’s a University
Ace: Got cert or not (he’s asking whether government approved my University or not)
Mels: Sure got la, it’s a local University
Ace: Oh… I know which University already (he assumes he knows again)
Mels: *fake smile* (Concentrate on my hair not talking!!)
Ace: How’s Penang?
Mels: Huh?
Ace: Your University not in Penang meh? (he assumes he knows again)
Mels: No, Perlis
Ace: Where?
Mels: *feeling a little pissed off*
Ace: Where jek? (cannot tahan)
Mels: It’s a Thailand University *fake smile*
Ace: Oh
Mels: …
Ace: Sawadi kap bla bla bla (some Thai greeting)
Mels: *really pissed off*
Ace: Sawadi kap bla bla bla (continue with his Thai crap)
Mels: Actually hor, I already graduate *very fake smile or barely can smile*
Ace: …



Ace: Work where?
Mels: … (almost whack the fella)

I didn’t reply any of his questions after that because I know he won’t stop if I keep on answering him; feeding his curiosity. End up I have the longest haircut in my life. Which part of “I need to go dinner soon” that he don’t understand, senior hairstylist my ass!!

I have a good hair cut though.

Hotdog

Hola, folks! Allow me to introduce you to this typical Chinese named dog: Lucky. Don't you realize that most of the Chinese folks’ dogs have symbolic name of prosperity, happiness or longevity? Yes, they do have symbolic name like Money, Cashy, Eighty, KC, Theamy and so on.

Now, meet my dog, Lucky. He’s a tamed dog; that’s what I thought.

Anyway, since I’m going back to Perlis after these two months of holiday. I guess it’s good for me to at least bid farewell to everyone in my family, including Lucky of course.

So I bid farewell to each of my family member and last but not least my dog: “Hey boy, guess you won’t see me around for quite a long time”; as if he understand me. As I was going to hug him for the last time before I’m off to Perlis…

AUUM!!!

Geez Lucky! Thank you for your surprise farewell present; a sudden bite on my right hand. You really sink your teeth so deep that I actually scream like a girl. Thank you.

Frankly speaking, even though I get bitten by my dog, but I still love him; that's what I thought.

“Anyone want a hotdog? I’m cooking my dog later.”

L.U.R.V.E

Feeling…perhaps the most essential part of a relationship. With feeling to each other, it has what it takes to survive against overwhelming odds. And that’s what I think, though it may be naïve of me to think that’ll be easy to maintain a relationship just based on feeling alone. Well, I think there are still a bunch of naïve people like me in this world.

You naïve people, let me give you guys some advise; just let me be your Doctor Lurve for a while. Heh.

Feeling is not enough to maintain a relationship; feeling is just the initiator of a relationship. Deny it if you want, but why we start a relationship if we don’t have feeling for each other, right? To maintain a relationship, we need effort and commitment; at least that’s what I had been told by a girl. I’m sure feeling don’t last forever; I mean it do last if we give in some effort and commitment. But if we don’t give a damn about it; let’s be prepared for the worst: break.

Let’s not leave out one more freaking important element; luck. Believe it or not, luck is the most troublesome element. Why? Because we can’t control it; luck doesn’t always appear. It sometimes come when you don’t even need it or vice versa when you need it the most. However to me, luck is only another supplementary element; better stick with more crucial one: effort and commitment.

The word break might sound tiny to most of the people, as they’ll eventually move on with time. Nevertheless I don’t like the saying “Time heals all wounds.” It is not true. Years later, people can still be terribly sad and miss their loved one.

Scars remain unhealed.

So the next time you planning to say this word; try to think thoroughly about your past, present and future being with him/her before you really decide.


Love,
Doctor Lurve

Starless Starless Night

It is already late night, my living room’s grandfather clock rang; a sign of just after twelve o’clock. It’s time to doze to most people but the night is still young for me. Another lonely virgin night without accompany again. Late night burger stalls, mamak stalls, McD and those nearby 24 hours seven eleven convenient stall are already my usual hanging out place, not because there are close to my house; but it’s because they open till early in the morning. Even the employees there recognize my face; “The usual?” is the only thing they asked.

“Yes, the usual”

I usually have it take away; doesn’t really enjoy the feeling of wondering outside my house alone. I straight away off to my home once my take away done. Just reach my house, my dog barked at me once I open my gate; every time. I usually have my take away in front of either the television or my desktop, but not tonight. On my way home earlier, I realized the clear dark sky with the half revealed moon shining brightly on top of me; that trigger me to eat my supper at my balcony.

It’s indeed a dark sky; only a bright moon with no stars. It just seems like the moon alone in this dark sky; nothing else. I remembered once I told a girl that when there are no stars in the sky at night, I’m in a good mood. But I’m sure I’m no way near good mood now; not even close. But now I know why I love the night, it’s quiet. Looking at the empty dark sky and the chilling wind wafting around me; seem that nothing in this world can bother me, seem that everything can be ignored and I genuinely love that moment.

As I was enjoying the moment, my friend loneliness try to keep me accompany. “No, thanks” I reached my phone, get to my contact list and make a call. I know I’m an egocentric bastard because I only look for accompany when I’m all alone. Fortunately she still awake, we chatted.

It’s a long chat; it last about one and half hours. The call was pricey and my ear almost dead beat but that call just makes my day (in this case: night). Listening to your silly crappy story, your uncontrollable laughter, your overwhelming kepoh curiosity, your grumble (mostly university life dissatisfaction) and your gossip seriously brighten up my day (in this case: night). Now I understand why there’s no star in the sky tonight; I’m in a good mood already. Thank you.

“Adieu loneliness” I whispered to myself.

The peaceful night with a pleasant long distance phone call; that’s just what I need. Frankly speaking I can actually talk forever with her; at a certain extent, I was thinking to chat overnight with her. Then of all the sudden, conscience strikes my mind; she has her life to live with and so do I. And no matter how egocentric bastard I can be, it’s wrong to mess up her life just because I have messed up mine. That’s when I have to say goodbye.

Goodbye.