Last Minute Wonders

August 8 was about my nostalgic past memories and what I was not aware that time was that I never thought this December 10 early in the morning around 2.00 am would be my last night physically living in everything that I have come to the city of Twins for and that everything and everyone that I believed in...

I still could remember the first day's touch down and a mixture of excitement and nervousness over what was going to come to me next in August 11, 2006 to the strange city with no one else near me or around ... and one more thing was... there were endless first times over the past two years... for instance I could even remember clearly about my first day orientation, my first blue shirt that I bought or my first English test... it would be too much for you if I said I even got noticed of the first bee flying across the tree at our school's sidegate or even the full moon shining above the sky so much so that I had to deliberately go down from my condo hostel room to the downstairs walkway leading to the swimming pool so that I could see the clearer picture of the bright lantern in the night sky... But those were what I really got noticed as one of the many first time encounterments in my new place...

Along came with my first best friend, first argument, disappointment, fight, misunderstanding and yet again an understanding in the end... I realized I was living a life. Even now I do not regret for all the happenings... Before I even could allow myself to sink into the fact that my second best friend came into picture as part of my life together with alot of second times, third times and seemingly endless repetition of things done, food taken, feelings shared and places gone... now I really had no idea of what the last thing that I should do will be before I leave the place... even when the clock struck 12.00 just 2 hours ago, it still has not yet sunk in my mind that it is the end of everything of what I have come here for... but suddenly and only at this very moment that I am breathlessly in pain to leave yet again my life here...

The hardest thing now is for me to say goodbye and turn my back on those of whom I cherish with my life... I have said enough goodbyes in my life and yet I am still reluctant to do so all over again... I will always be smiling when I am left behind or leave.... either way I will be smiling for the betterment of both parties involved... what I will be keeping in my heart would be "crying out loud" for the uncertainties of reunions in the future.

Life goes on and I can never forget my old and new people alike ornating my life... so this love towards family and friends stays on... and I always force myself to believe in the saying "parting is sweet sorrow" as it has its fair share of power over lessening the pain of being parted from one another which I find it to be the most difficult obstacle that one can ever achieve in life. So after all this fast moving shock of reality in the dark of the night, I just say to myself for the last thing that I ever am going to do until the last bit of minutes and seconds that I am here....................... "I will live it to its fullest." 10/12/08 (2.52am)

A Day's Final Thought..~~..~~

Hey what do I have to say about today??? Mmm, the only thing I know is this very day is a special day to me or to be more precise, to a group of friends... or may be to people across my country even?

08/08/08:

I was about to head home from gym after work then I took the usual route through the mall which leads home after passing a couple of car parks and 24 hours "mamak" (Indian Muslim) stalls ... then as soon as I went out from the mall, right inside the parapat of the mall, the Republic was attracting groups of people, because in a usual case, it could have just been some football tournament shows having displayed on their 6 sided plasmas hung on top of their bar counter together with a big projector screen next to it... and not to forget with obviously fewer customers scarcely sitting here and there for dinner or sips of beers.

So yeah, anyway, today was different, I saw groups people flocking around then my curiosity level went straight up... so I had nothing to lose, tomorrow is my day off from work and now the night is still young... so I stood and had a look at what they were eagerly watching in awe...

Oh wow, it is "Beijing Olympic" live on TV ... hmmmm I am not sure whether I should support China like right now after all the things that they have done to us... but anyway, it was really impressive and it gave me shivers down my back while watching it...

Then right at the point where the center stadium splitted into half then the centerstage which resembled our own earth appeared with green continents displaying on it... something struck me very hard and waves of emotion swept through me right across... I was panicked trying to hide my sudden emotion which had brought me to near tears... something just went on in my mind... that particular something...

Could it be the touching Olympic theme song sung by the singers on stage? No... well may be it had helped me transported to the past with its melodius yet melancholy tunes and vocals...

I was just reminded some "promises" made between me and my friends 4 years ago... that wherever we might be in the future, whatever lots which had been fallen onto our lives in different corners of the world that we live, we would meet each other again in Beijing 2008....

well THAT was a promise... but then I found myself watching it live all alone surrounded by the unfamiliar faces around me on the very opening day of 2008 Olympics by chance from almost about to be heading back home from work right in Malaysia.. the rest of my friends who had made that same promise also must have been watching this in England, Singapore and Burma through their everyday's struggle just like myself... what a life!

But I was consoled because later on when I was writing this blog, then I met one of those friends of mine online and the first thing I asked was this: "Hey you know what I'm thinking rite now?"

The truth was he knew what I just meant.

Then I was told that he was thinking and feeling exactly the same thing while watching the opening ceremony and he sounded sad too... so at least we all might be feeling the same emotion at the same time right at the moment which made me feel better but nostalgic...as friends who had not forgotten our past promise though it was impossible for us not to break it...

Well another final thought came into my mind... that today is also the mark of our 20th Anniversary of the mind-boggling, teeth-gritting and mainly sad event of my own country whereby exactly 20 years back today, 08/08/88 (THE FOUR EIGHTS) when I was 4 years old, a lot of our country's students (future leaders) and civilians were massacred by the military maddogs of whom China is currently supporting whole-heartedly by all means of weaponries which have bled thousands and thousands of innocent lives... And now China has just finished launching the grandest of all opening ceremonies of Olympic which represents peace on earth... on this "THE THREE EIGHTS"... when the rest of us from my roots are half mourning for the loss of lives and love from the past 20 years... ~~..~~..~~ that was my final thought of the day before a new day begins...

My deepest condolence and a tribute to the 20th Anniversary of our country's one of the most sorrowful events...

Defining The Very Word "Friend"

Translated by Herald:

All of us have come across the category of people in the world which god has given a grand name to it called "friend" from places that we least expected we would be encountering as such. As a result, we gain some kind of vice versa acknowledgement as being friends "accidently" in our hearts... Not only that, we even have internet and phone friends that we have never seen each other in real life.. but then on the other hand, we embrace those dear ones that we have come across and become inseparable along with our daily battles in life... we then again even become friends when we mistakenly call someone on the road thinking that it would be one of our friends and true enough after that incident he/she really becomes our friend and we both are really glad about it?

We also can't forget those long lost friends from our primary school or junior high of whom we played together with, then eventually everybody went somewhere in the end where we thought grass was greener and lost contacts with each other just like that?

Well all in all, age does not exist between friends if that is one thing that I can say for sure... they can be both older or younger... but I am learning new things from the older ones then once again searching for the long lost innocence in me from the younger ones... Likewise wealth and poverty are at stake when it comes to friends and friendship can just be taken as an ever changing winters, summers and falls... some are just like the radiant hot suns but some represents the rain that reduces heat in you and lastly some are just like misty mornings during winter and with that I have lived my life cherishing all those astounding moments and feelings slowly gathering from those different seasons.... Then everybody hardly remembers what it felt like the last summer or winter and same goes with our friends, we hardly remember when we ever started bonding as friends but then it has never been a failure when it comes to opening up all our emotional and joyful moments to our friends. That is the beauty in us whenever we see something good that we always feel like "ohh, if he/she was here with me seeing this right now, it could have been a superb sharing moment!!!"

I have just been wondering while sitting in front of my computer writing this blog... if my friends happen to see this blog of mine from the other side of their computers... will they be feeling exactly what I am feeling right now? Or will they just be wondering what I am just up to writing this?

I hardly ever express my love to all my friends, new and old out there but at least I am grateful that I ever can show my warm and tender loving care from my cold, flat computer screen transmitting through theirs... Wish you all the best of luck in your everyday lives and love you buddies... and ohh I never have forgotten to thank you for the insignificant movement of yours with a major significance of what it meant to me at a later stage... thank you so much once again for all those small little things that have impacted so well and have made up my perfectly wonderful days...

A Sneak Peek To My Sweet Home

I was never good in writing "My home" essays back in high school and there were countless times that I memorized two, three paragraphs of other people's "My home" then vomitted them all out on my exam paper... well I just did not have any critical or rational thinking of whatsoever and I did not know how to feel things over and work it out based on the feeling you have inside back then.

Well before anything I want to make you read one of those "standard phrases" that I used to swallow by heart just to get the passing marks over essays.... Have fun but don't be laughing too much...

"MY HOME: My home is located at "house/ street numbers bla bla bla" and it is a one story brick house with a big garden in front. It has a green roof on top and it is surrounded by green trees.... There are three bedrooms inside my house with toilet attached, a living room, a dinning room and a kitchen.

Well now you know what it was all like. But well I just take it as a let-bygone-be-bygone thing and those days are over for me.

Now imagine you are my special guest and I am now driving you to our house. So let's start from the city center main road, we are now there... so yeah buddy, just familiarize with the surrounding for a while.

"That's right the square building which enwrapped the whole block beside the clock tower is our central market." "Don't worry I am going to take you to that clock tower street later in the evening... but don't get all excited, there are too much of things to eat there in a day.."

"Whoops, did you just almost have a heart attack over the scooter rider who just drifted beside us??? Well get used to it buddy besides I won't speed up at the moment anyway don't worry so you see?? On the right side, this is our famous night market which I doubt you would want to go inside. Hey but we have to come to this "tofu noodle" shop early tomorrow morning. You wouldn't want to miss the good things out by getting up late, would you? Now there you go, you can open the window now and enjoy the fresh breeze, we have passed the market."

"Oh hey, there he is... you know what this uniformed guy with the "white helmet" and me used to play "hide and seek: catch me if you can" game whenever I did not wear a helmet while riding my scooter you know? That was really cool and exciting... I can't believe it, he's still working here man... "

"Ahhh yeah you're right, it's my high school and it used to be one of the best in town and I had a lot of great memories from there.. it was my first cornerstone for my life, you can say that. Ohh hahahaha don't worry here we don't have such markets anymore that we have just passed in this area... this is solely a residential area... and don't forget we're slowly going up the winding road" "Hey hold up, I have to pass this public transport "line car"... nah don't worry, those people are happy on the roof and they are used to it, they won't easily fall off from there, just imagine you being sandwiched inside the small pick up truck... so if I were using that transport, I might as well sit on top of the roof just like those guys and may be you should try it sometime later... really i mean it... it is totally awesome."

"Ohh you like this Guang Ying Temple? For me honestly, I'm more interested in the food they offer during festive seasons more (Laugh Out Loud)... hey don't forget, now you look on your left...... " "Uh-huh, that's what I'm talking about.... see that's what I would call the whole panoramic view of the city center that we've just passed.. you see how small that central market has become? Ohh gosh, you gotta see this my friend.... these lines of "sein ban" trees... oh they have bloomed so well this year.... That's right, I don't know which smart people from the past planted these lines of trees... yeah I like that color coordination as well this whole tree is pink in color like cherries then this is violet.... this is the sign that we're getting close to our home... we're almost there buddy.... okay go ahead you just keep counting pink after violet then violet after pink nonstop."

"Yeah don't be surprised, at this point of place, there is no housing area on the right side anymore, just a pure moutain and trees." "Yep you're right same goes to my home, we don't have any neighbor's house across the street.... a green calm pond and trees that stretch towards the higher ground of the side of the mountain would be my neighbors I suppose."

"Finally, there that green-roofed stand-alone little cottage amidst the greens?? We've reached our destination buddy.... Later let me introduce you to my favorite doggies who will be all excited to jump up and down and round all over you and oh.... sorry..... they don't fit into cages anymore but they are simply lovely... and they'll love you too..."

"Yeah mom said she has already prepared our lunch, all her specialties.... you can have a sip of my dad's homemade red wine too if you want... then shower quick, rest for a while then we have so much things to do..."

What a Wonderful World

What a wonderful world... hmmmmm .... lately I have been listening to this Louis Armstrong "Wonderful World" and so many things have been going on in my mind ever since... of how much I have grown within these years and of how many wonderful people have come into my life... oh what a wonderful world!!

Louis Armstrong always thinks to himself how great the world is just by observing small little things happening around.... I ever imagined while he was writing this song, how humble he could have been and how happy... he was like one of those legends who stood up for the African American societies and turn everything into positive energy...

" I see trees are green... red roses too...

I see them bloom... for me and you...

And I think to myself... what a wonderful world "

How simple yet powerful these words are... it ever reminds me of how simple things make great differences and impacts to our lives... if ever all people could only stop for a while and stare at the night time sky, we have missed so much of those wonderful things these days... all we, humans can think for now are natural calamities, wars of cold and civil and food/ resources shortages everywhere, chain reactions of recessions...

But wait a minute... we have forgotten so much of good things happening around us once again if we could only stop and stare for a while... always remember when the setting sun turns crimson for us, there's also a blessed bright day beginning somewhere in the world... ohh what a wonderful world with wonderful people that I have loved...

Tea With A Dictator

Benedict Rogers
May 31, 2008 9:00 AM

The UN secretary-general, Ban Ki-moon, reminds me of Lady Hester Random in the movie Tea with Mussolini. Lady Hester, widow of a former British ambassador to Italy, played by the famous actress Maggie Smith, lives in 1930s Florence. As the fascists gain ground, she seeks an appointment with the Italian dictator, Benito Mussolini. He promises her his personal protection, and she naively takes him at his word.
The local newspaper features a photograph of Lady Hester having tea with the dictator, a picture she proudly keeps in a frame on her mantelpiece. Events, however, turn out rather differently, though it takes a long time for Lady Hester to realise that Mussolini could not be trusted. Watch the movie to find out what happens.
On May 23, Ban Ki-moon met Burma's ruthless dictator, Senior General Than Shwe. In the comfort of the Hotel Sedona in Rangoon, the UN secretary-general then declared to the world media: 'I am happy to report that we have made progress on all these issues. This morning, I had a good meeting with Senior General Than Shwe. He agreed to allow international aid workers into the affected areas, regardless of nationality. He has taken quite a flexible position ...' It sounds almost as promising as Neville Chamberlain's 'peace in our time'.
Today's world, when it comes to Burma, is full of Neville Chamberlains and Lady Hesters. No sooner had Ban Ki-moon left the country than the regime began its backtrack. Prime minister Thein Sein announced that the regime would 'consider' allowing access to international aid workers, 'if they wish to engage in rehabilitation and reconstruction work'. storm swept their homes away. Others have been forced into camps controlled by the regime. Notices have been put up prohibiting relief distribution. Soldiers have shot dead several cyclone survivors, for no apparent reason.
Declaring the relief phase 'over' before it has even begun is a death sentence for the desperate survivors, thousands of whom are still bereft of basic emergency aid, including food, medical care and shelter. To talk of reconstruction and rehabilitation when people are dying of starvation and treatable disease is a scandal. Unless aid workers are permitted to enter the cyclone areas without restriction, to assess the needs and monitor the distribution of aid, there will be few people left to rehabilitate and little point in reconstruction.
The brutality of the regime has not changed. It shows no concern for human life - yet in its Orwellian eccentricity, it has announced that Cyclone Nargis killed 665,271 ducks, 56,163 cows and 1,614,502 chickens. The junta fails to realise that hundreds of thousands of people have died, and their corpses continue to float in the flood waters alongside the dead ducks and chickens. Rotting corpses spread diseases, causing yet more deaths. Regime officials don't even attempt to conceal their contempt for human life. One official told foreign aid workers: "What you, westerners, don't seem to understand is that people in the delta are used to having no water to drink and nothing to eat."
The regime has no regard for the rule of law either, not even its own. Burma's democracy leader, Aung San Suu Kyi, winner of the Nobel Peace Prize, has spent over 12 years under house arrest. Her current period of house arrest began in 2003, following an assassination attempt against her at Depayin which resulted in the slaughter of more than 100 of her supporters. She is held under the State Protection Act, which imposes a five-year sentence. Her five years has expired, but on May 27 the regime extended her detention for yet another six months. Instead of taking this opportunity, with the world watching, to initiate a meaningful process of national reconciliation, it continues to clamp down. At least 15 of Aung San Suu Kyi's supporters were arrested as they attempted to march to her home.
Burma's military regime is ranked as the most corrupt in the world, alongside Somalia, and it has shown its character in full colours in the past month. Of the aid that has arrived in Burma, only a trickle has reached the people. No more than a fifth of the 2.5 million cyclone survivors have received help. Much of the aid has been seized by the authorities and taken for their own use, or sold on the streets. Even the aid that has reached people has been painstakingly re-packaged and re-labelled for propaganda purposes. In just one example, packages labelled "Aid from the Kingdom of Thailand" were pasted over with labels bearing the junta's stamp. And then, incredulously, the regime has the audacity to demand $11.7 billion in reconstruction aid - almost the entire gross domestic product of the country.
But still the world's diplomats and politicians wait, and talk, and grasp at straws. Even the aid workers are too scared to speak the truth. Some will argue that we should not 'politicise' a humanitarian situation. But it is already politicised, whether we like it or not, by the regime. It is the regime's policies - not simply neglect, but deliberate, calculated obstruction - that are at the root of the crisis. It is the regime that is playing politics with people's lives.
The time has come for action instead of talk. The time has come for the diplomats, politicians and aid workers to cease putting their confidence in the regime's 'noises', however positive, and demand practical results. A deadline should be set for visas to be issued and access to be granted, without restriction, to all international aid workers. That deadline should be hours and days, not weeks, from now. If the deadline is not met, the UN's 'responsibility to protect' should be actioned. The French, British and American navy vessels waiting off Burma's shores should go in, to deliver the aid they are carrying and be prepared to deal with the consequences.
Such intervention - with humanitarian objectives accompanied if necessary by military tools - would be welcomed by everyone in Burma except the top generals and their cohorts. Even many in the Burma Army would not resist. The sentiment is summed up in a letter to President Bush, dated 20 May, signed by several Burmese democracy groups including Buddhist monks and exiled 88 Generation Students. They write: 'Intervention will be seen as divine intervention by the Burmese people, not only to help the cyclone victims but also to finally free the entire nation from the military yoke'. The authors conclude: 'Please do not compare Burma with Iraq, because Buddhist monks, students, Burmese patriots will happily assist you with whatever you need to go inside Burma and help the cyclone victims and entire nation. We are willing to go together with whoever enters Burma first. We will recruit translators, doctors and nurses. Many concerned Burmese citizens are willing to join the intervention. Please do not waste precious time.'
A failure to act not only results in more deaths and suffering in Burma, it sends a signal to tyrants all over the world: that the world may huff and puff, but when it comes to it its words are meaningless. Too many times the international community has shown its impotence in the face of dictators. Burma presents an opportunity to be different.
The French, surprisingly, have been the most robust government on this. Surely, if the French are hinting at intervention, it's a sign that something is up? Critics cannot dredge up Iraq as a reason not to act in Burma. Foreign minister Bernard Kouchner wrote in Le Monde that a failure to act to help the people of Burma 'would be an act of cowardice'. Lady Hester Random and Neville Chamberlain showed that placing trust in dictators is not simply naive, it is costly cowardice. The time has come to bring an end to the deadly delay in helping Burma's people, and replace naivity and cowardice with courage and action - for the sake of Burma, and the world.

Colors that paint my Country

By Jeff Hodson
Special to the Seattle Times

In Myanmar, a cellphone costs $3,000 and a 10-year-old car more than $100,000.Yet most people toil for a dollar a day or less.Old women beg on betel-nut- stained sidewalks. The poor canvass neighborhoods, collecting trash for 4 cents a household.A pilot for the state-owned airline once told me his salary was $8 a month. He survived by overloading the plane and charging for extra bags.Nobody trusts the banks, there are no ATMs, and the black market thrives.Citizens suffer regular blackouts while the ruling military regime -- formally called the State Peace and Development Council, or SPDC -- sells the country's vast natural-gas reserves to neighbors such as Thailand and China.For years, Myanmar, formerly known as Burma, has had one of the most mismanaged economies in the world. The generals won't listen to technocrats or academics. "SPDC stands for Stupid People Destroying the Country," a Yangon economics professor once told me.It's no wonder that a decision to raise the price of fuel provoked the recent widespread demonstrations, which brought tens of thousands of people into the streets. The country has been a tinderbox for years.Just two months ago, on my most recent visit to Yangon, a middle-aged professional complained of the deteriorating economic situation."We are waiting for a spark," she said.She wondered why there hadn't been any protests after the government's previous decision to raise the price of fuel two years ago, arbitrarily and without explanation, by nine times. That's right. Nine times.
The answer, I think, is partly that the Burmese are incredibly patient people -- humble, calm and gentle. They bow before monks, their parents, their teachers. They are also warm and generous hosts.Their capacity to endure economic hardship and political repression has amazed me since I started working with them as a journalism trainer seven years ago.They are spied upon, their phones are tapped, and their e-mail is tampered with. Many of my friends have been interrogated, tortured, imprisoned for acts as harmless as distributing pamphlets or writing poetry.Once I met a group of writers in Mandalay and each matter-of-factly reeled off their stints in jail as if they were normal parts of a résumé -- eight years, five years, a year and a half. "We have a saying," one of them said. "You're not a real journalist unless you've been to jail."They all laughed at that.But even telling a joke in Myanmar can be a crime. I once visited Par Par Lay, a famous comedian, who was sentenced with his colleagues -- they call themselves "the Mustache Brothers" -- to several years of hard labor. All for poking fun at the regime.Now they are allowed to perform only for foreign tourists, in the ground floor of their home on a muddy street in Mandalay.Despite these difficulties, many Burmese who have had a chance to leave Myanmar have opted instead to remain. They believe that pushing for change from within, one step at a time, is more effective than agitating from the outside.There have been signs of progress, they say.Myanmar now has a dynamic and thriving private media sector. Dozens of weekly newspapers (albeit heavily censored) have sprung up over the past couple of years.Until the recent crackdown, many Burmese enjoyed affordable access to the Internet and knew as much about the war in Iraq as any American. The country's borders are porous, with thousands crossing back and forth to Thailand every day.
Tourism is also on the rise.Myanmar is not as "isolated" as it's sometimes portrayed to be. Nor was the political scene entirely stagnant before the demonstrations.The government had just wrapped up the so-called National Convention, a hand-picked group of delegates assigned to draft the principles for a new constitution. The process took 14 years, was boycotted by the opposition and dismissed as a charade.But there was still a buzz in Yangon: The first step was finally finished, people were saying. There was talk about a referendum, and after that, yes, a possible election.The last election, in 1990, was won overwhelmingly by Aung San Suu Kyi and her National League of Democracy. But the junta annulled the results, saying the country first needed a new constitution.To the chagrin of democracy activists, the new constitution would guarantee the military a quarter of all seats in the legislature.But pragmatists know there will be no transition to democracy unless the military is guaranteed a share of power.The military has held on to the reins for 45 years and is the only institution with experience running the country.It's also easy to forget that Myanmar is home to the world's longest-running civil war, a 60-year conflict with the Karen National Union. Without the military, some say, the country could become another Yugoslavia.Given this background, it's no surprise the junta's crackdown came last week after 10 days of protests. It acted the way it always has, although perhaps not as brutally as it did after the 1988 uprisings, when up to 3,000 were killed.I once asked one of Myanmar's most outspoken writers, Lu Du Daw Amar, why there hadn't been more uprisings against the military."The gun is everywhere," she said, raising her finger liked a cocked pistol."Everybody is afraid of the gun."

Are you in the year 2008 ???

Hmmmm how could we ever be sure of ourselves that we are actually in the year 2008...?!?!?!?

1. You might be mistakenly typing in the password on your microwave oven.

2. It might have been quite a long time that you hadn't used the real cards to play cards.

3. You are having more than 5 phone numbers to contact 3 of your family members.

4. You might be smsing the person next to you when you need to talk to him.

5. You have lost touch with some of your friends and relatives because they don't use Internet.

6. Once you park your car, you might be calling (on phone) the person inside the house to help carry your items bought.

7. Whichever adverds on TV come together with their web address for us to look into.

8. You will be shocked to know that you actually forgot to bring your phone (that you had never had in your life ten or twenty years ago ) then you might be rushing back home in order for it to be with you asap.

10. Once you wake up in the morning, you will be online before making yourself a hot cup of coffee.

11. At this point, you might actually be smiling at the above sentences.

12. You will read this then you will be nodding in agreement with me that you are smiling now.
13. The worst part is you might be thinking of which friends to send to about all these crap.

14. You are also too busy that you hadn't even noticed there is no number 9 here, it's missing out.

15. Gotcha..... you will be reassuring yourself whether or not the number 9 is really there by tracing back the lines above.

See??? Told you that we are actually in the year 2008..... :P :P :P

Everlasting Remedy

If I am asked to pick one gift out of the lots from God above , I would, without any hesitance, pick "smile"! It is so far the best weapon to break barriers and as a baseline comment, it really makes your day meaningful and beautiful without taxing any cost of whatsoever.

Talking about cost-effectiveness, since it incurs nothing we can always exchange smiles easily with the people you know or those whom you frequently meet for example your neighbors, or anyone you may see frequently on the way to your work, school and so on.

For me, I even love to smile at my doggies when I was back home and they do smile back at me seriously which I love the most and it is just a thing that should be developed from within.... in the end it makes you feel good and you don't lose a thing... so in that case, smile not only transmits through humans... it can come from anywhere at all... it's the way you perceive things... remember that.

"Twinkle twinkle little star

how I wonder what you are

Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky"

I am just wondering sometimes that even if you look at the sky on one of the starlit nights from your window, I always feel that I could almost reach out and touch them everytime I look at them , and it's as if they are always smiling back at me... (Song: What a Feeeeeelliiiin!!!!)

I'll give you a quick sneak peek into fun-fill smiling moments during my current daily routine.... I would call them "perfect moments".

First thing first, I would be smiling lightheartedly when I am not grumpy when getting up at all in one of the school mornings to get prepared for class... that usually happens when I have enough sleep the night before.

I would normally greet my housemates, if I meet them in the kitchen while making myself a hot cup of chocolate.

Me: "Oh hey, good morning!"

Housemate: "Morning Herald..."

I would exchange smile with anybody I meet inside the lift to break the awkwardness when you are inside one stupid lift of which you don't know which level it will take you first even though you pressed groundfloor or whichever floor you really want!!! (Sigh... get used to it...)

Along the way I would meet some of the seniors to talk to:

Me: "Hey Eli, how are you today?"

Eli: "I'm good, thanks... What classes are you guys having today?"

Me: "Errmmm... OB with Ms Mary, Housekeeping with Ms Mary.... " (clear throat)

(Exchange a meaningful smile) "What about you?"

Eli: "E-comm"

Me: "Ohh okay! I'm pretty much sure it's not a joke this sem, good luck with that and c ya!"

Me: "Good morning, Ms Merry... you look so sexy today... hehehehe!" (Running away from her)

Ms Merry: "When am I not sexy? I am sexy everyday..." (Giving me this funny and smiling look)

In a minute, I'd be at the classroom door which I would always peek into the classroom first before entering and if I find the lecturer before me, I would be like "Dang, she's early!"

There are always these bunch of smiling faces that would greet me in different kinds of styles....

It can be from "Yozzz... what's up dude?" to a simple "Hey"..... But out of the lot, there are some phenomenal greetings that I always receive every morning...

Fairuz: "Good Morning Herald.."

Me: "Tell me what's so "GOOD" about the morning?"

I'm always mean to that booby guy... but yeah so long we all have fun... then I would give a sarcastic smile after replying that.

**** THUUUDDDDDD****

Me: "Ouch!"

**** Bang ****

Soya: "Ahhh hah hah" (He also gets hurt in return by hitting me first)

Then we would always exchange that mischivous smile at each other. And some days, I remember to poke Ming Ming's cheek then see her feel (positively) so irritated by it.. and will give me back that (funny-revengeful) smile to me... hehehee if I manage to poke her first, I score that day... if she does, she scores...

Then there will be alot more buddies who would put out his tongue to me, who would wink at me, who would act cute to me and oh man, all sorts of greetings that one can ever get greeted with.... I always love to give back the same funny greetings to each and everyone then only I get settled in my chair...

Well yeah like I said, it's just the start of my day, so much so that I have chance to smile and laugh alot thanks to everybody around me and also to me being around them in return... I am always in that great give-and-take situation every school day... I just wonder sometimes... that those things are actually the daily vitamins for me to go forward, or before I go into somewhat a different war zone everyday where you can't be sure of when you will get shot from which point... But in the end... let all these smiling moments overpower your daily battles then everything will be alright. ~Peace Out~ **Lots of Smile**

HOME

It really reminded me of the golden old days that had passed by before I realized that they actually did fade away.... all along those days of my stay in Chiang Mai, I kept remembering one of the oldest and most cliche idioms of all time saying "Home Is Where The Heart Is".... Well I would say I was home for I had been receiving all those heartfelt loving care all the time from my uncle there. It was just so pure and simple with no pretence at all. Thank you Uncle...

Uncle's cozy little stand-alone cottage

The scenic surroundings also played a major part and helped me recall my little "Home Sweet Home" back in Taunggyi. The minute I glanced the outside world from the corner of my eyes through the windows, the doors or even when I closed my eyes and listen carefully, I could sense the serenity of the environment and fresh cool breeze wavering around the trees grown on mountainside.

Front View From the house

The resemblance was just so prominent that I kept saying I was home.

At nights I would be a couch potato over so many good DVDs just like I would be doing exactly the same thing if I were home and before I knew it, my hands and feet would become numb out of the chilling weather as if it had not been scorching hot when the sun was being all high up and mighty during the daytime. The first morning tap water would also make me fully awake through all shivers down my back the minute I touched the water and would make me feel like I'd never touch it again for the rest of my life. Even those feelings were not at all new to me as I had those things before in the past. I simply embraced the feeling of belonging to somewhere and just being all the way secure. Hmm... I really miss that.

This place really looks like "Ye Htwet Oo Road" to my house

Even the way up to its mountain top, I felt like I could almost see the valley of Nyaung Shwe from far above and if I could further picture things in my mind then Innlay would be there already for sure , the uphill road really resembled our Kalaw and Heho. But instead of the things that I had pictured myself what I saw was the panoramic view of the vastly expanding Chiang Mai with highrises here and there yet still green as I can ever imagine.

Well in this case "Home away from Home" is not just a jargon we use among hoteliers anymore. That little place residing in my heart is just the real home away from home.

Views from Mountain Top Pagoda

Let me think about it!!!

Well yeah, you might be wondering "What is it this time?" (Like again after a month as if I just woke up from my dreamland where there is no such thing called "Blogging") I actually know how this sounds but seriously up till now I have no idea of what I am going to talk about! Well let me think about it first, the title answers it all.

You know how much I admire those who are really into spending their time concentrating on writing things that people do find them interesting?? Especially this friend of mine whose blogger name or a pen name or whatever she wants it to be called is "chaos", hardly can I imgine that she can be so committed and stay put with her own blog and it has been a huge achievement seriously. And the most important thing is there is this beauty in all those bloggers (I believe) that in the end of the day no matter how hilarious or touching their blogs may be, they have the tendency to make the readers realize something or about someone or at least they get to know more about the bloggers' part of life. This is an interesting and sometimes could be a fun sharing section which saves time in a sense that it reaches out to a whole lot of friends at the same time rather than you yourself being a joker going all the way out there to meet circle of friends somewhere and share something and incurrs low cost as you can imagine and it is just so relaxing to read your closed ones' feelings that have been shared right inside your room without even having to stand up from your chair and vice versa (Hope this works for me in return).

Ohh yeah almost forget to mention this: those who want to improve their written English, this is the right place to start with though you might end up trying to search for the personal tutor later to correct your grammatical errors or anything. But it is no big deal, trying your best is what makes it matters the most.

Okay okay you might be starting to think that "Why am I suddenly in Herald's lecture class?" I was not trying to like lecture you guys, it is just that I still cannot figure out what this is all about as in this whole writings or talkings or whatever it may be. It just came up from my itchy hands right now since I have like almost always abandoned this whole thing for at least a month everytime I posted a new writing on my blog. How usual it is huh? I know I know..... I love to sit on and set things aside... Phewww.... I do not know what happened to my new year resoution... (clear throat)

Anyway I gotta sleep, I seriously need to catch up on my sleep since this whole incoming week will be like a non-stop hit to me at school. And I need my Chinese New Year getaway to Chiang Mai for one week. Wish me "Have a safe trip." "Thanx guys and peace out."