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Class for my entire degree study was just ended. Can you believe it? Haha, hard to believe I know.

Fact that we are getting older,literally;  that someday we will reach 30s and 40s, living on our own – standing on our own feet – doesn’t it too early?

I don’t think I will get old. How do my inner child evolve?

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of mandarin class

End of mandarin class, and seriously – what a tough language class I ever in. It is tough in a sense that I couldn’t manage to allocate enough time to revise all the characters as recommended by Laoshi since the other four tough subjects and the FYP-thingy chased me un-heartedly. I never blame myself for any assessment’s marks that don’t achieve my target. The marks I got – well, just one of them are out of track. The worst mark I ever get. haha. Not to mention that the assessment was held on a day before my thesis submission, when I was a step toward insanity.

Laoshi is a shy, polite man. Haha. It is totally different from my Najwa Sensei that is so hyperactive and unexpected . As the ending of today’s class, Laoshi showed us a Mandarin song video and asked us to sing along. But yeah, we students were too fail to step out from the shyness and comfortable zones but keep sitting and humming along. Not much voice heard. Laoshi – was also humming. How cute? Haha, I can imagine if it was Najwa Sensei, she will sing the song out loud and ask (force) us to sing along otherwise she will keep repeating the video.

I really need to buckle down for coming Mandarin final exam.  I will get through this and make myself proud. By hook or by crook.

Pray for me!

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escape

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My eyes were so tired facing the laptop screen the whole day. I couldn’t stand any longer. Let see what tomorrow brings. Works could never finish, isn’t?

Reading “Mother El Nino & La Nina” as my bed time story. Love it! I was looking for this kind of book and today, my friend gave it to me.

It is a great escape, and my eyelid get heavier. Tomorrow is another long day.

break

5 minutes break (I need more I swear).

Early during today’s class, she did a short campaign.

We are welcoming you to do Master Degree , here.

I don’t know how many times she welcomed us. And I don’t know how many times I get so confuse about this. Every now and then, I’m trying, just trying to see and predict where should I been, later. I have not much passion left now. This one or two passions are not enough; I don’t know where all those enthusiasms flew. I just wish to stay at home and sleep, and sleep again.

Study week is getting nearer and those mountains of tasks never seemed to be completed. I’m getting sick of all these. Really, am not bluffing.

I’m just too tired to think about any thing, any other thing.

exceeded 5 minutes. Have to get back to the reality.

dont hhh

 

 

#WorldTurtleDay

 

world turtle day

I would never give any sentimental attention to any aquatic creatures if I passed the medical school’s interview (blame immaturity haha) three years ago, or if I accepted the offer that I claimed can fulfil my lifetime-dream. I could never touch the shell of the cute little turtle, or have any chance to send them back to the sea.

Turtle is now living in a fragile environment. Say it seaweed depletion, over-dumping rubbish into their habitat, the dumped fish net that keep haunting their generation lines, oil spills, and on and on. First time seeing their face, the first thing came into my mind was “why this guy looks so sad?”

Haha. Seriously, they look sad. Or maybe my illusions, I don’t know. But having chance to touch and caress them and teach them to walk back into their nature home is an awesome experience.

They are cute and soon will be listed under extinct list (I’m sure) if we human are still fail to control those activities that give harm to them. I want to believe that now we are working on minimising the impact of our own activities (doesn’t it sounds funny).

Conservation, awareness and so on, we are working on that now, isn’t? I hope so.

Keep strong turtle!

Its smiling! :] This adorable little guy seems to love getting his belly scrubbed - but why? Known as the plastron, the "belly" of a turtle, like the rest of their shells is made up of scutes - bony bony external plates. Scratching or rubbing helps them shed old scutes. They also have nerve ending that reach up to just under the carapace - so it's not just good for them, it feels good too!
Its smiling! :]
This adorable little guy seems to love getting his belly scrubbed – but why?
Known as the plastron, the “belly” of a turtle, like the rest of their shells is made up of scutes – bony bony external plates. Scratching or rubbing helps them shed old scutes. They also have nerve ending that reach up to just under the carapace – so it’s not just good for them, it feels good too!

Within 24 hours

In the storm of assignments and stuffs, there’s a question to me. A funny one. Haha. How did I manage my time to write? To read?

Macam mana nak jawab eh? What a high-class question, and I don’t know what the answer should be. Hoho. If you can understand how I can’t sleep until I write down all the idea loads in my mind,  until I arrange all the puzzles in a paragraph then you’ll learn something about love. Sounds romantic? Heh!

How love keep giving you time. I mean, it needs no certain time to do something you love. You just do it because you love to. That’s all – simple isn’t?

Plus it is bored to do just one thing in a time? I need some space to rest. A rest under my own definition.  You have too, I’m sure.

Prioritise is another big thing in managing everything. I still have a long list of incomplete works, but when it comes to the mood of writing, no I can’t postponed it. I can’t push away the urge of ideas that keep lingering me. I will win it over all the important things. Haha. So, we’re the same.  You have your own passion and me have mine. We have the same 24 hours and the art of allocating it surely is at our fingertips :]

Just be alive. Own a life that’s alive.

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Cerita Cinta di Tanah Sombrero (1)

Jauh beribu tahun cahaya daripada Bumi, dan Bima Sakti, ada satu kehidupan di Tanah Sombrero. Tanah Sombrero yang terapung bersama Galaksinya, di situ juga terkandung cerita yang erm, kau bisa kira – agak sama dengan yang berlaku di tanah berpijak kau sekarang. Kurang lebih semirip. Tanah Sombrero ialah satu kota yang tersergam  indah dalam wilayah Galaksi Sombrero. Di tengah-tengahnya terletak Prisma Sombrero iaitu istana Raja Raphael. Ia adalah Tanah Utama pemerintahan dan dari situlah tempat terpancarnya cahaya yang membuat terang seluruh galaksi berdekatan. Sombrero yang bercahaya, siapa tahu – di dalamnya penuh gejolak cerita. Dan kisah inilah yang kau akan ikuti. Rumuskan sahaja cerita ini sebagai cerita cinta. Cerita cinta di Tanah Sombrero.

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Rand melontarkan pandangannya ke luar tingkap jernih itu. Pandangannya tertumpu kepada Sirius, sebuah bintang yang paling cerah sekali di antara gugusan bintang yang lain. Pergerakan bintang-bintang dan planet kecil yang lain perlahan-lahan beredar mengikut paksi yang ditetapkan. Sebenarnya, bukan itu yang menjadi perhatiannya, tetapi fikirannya jauh melayang kepada peristiwa yang berlaku dua hari yang lepas. Saat usaha menyelamatkan Bonda Safea nyaris-nyaris bertemu kegagalan. Saat tanah-tanah milik Kerajaan Sombrero hampir-hampir jatuh ke tangan Wilayah Ursa. Perebutan itu sudah begitu lama berlangsung, dan menjadi semakin teruk apabila Ketua Zinthor mengugut untuk turut melibatkan nyawa bondanya. Walaupun Bonda Safea bukanlah bonda kandungnya, tetapi entah mengapa, ikatan yang dirasakan begitu kuat. Mungkin disebabkan Bonda Safealah yang menjadi galang ganti bonda kandungnya yang juga dibunuh oleh konco-konco Ketua Zinthor dahulu. Atas dendam itulah, Rand sudah tidak tahan lagi untuk menatap wajah sinis Ketua Zinthor itu. Ingin sahaja dia menamatkan terus riwayat pemerintah Ursa itu. Biar tiada nyawa lagi terkorban.

Mindanya melayang lagi. Dan terhenti kepada layangan terakhir.

“Siapa kau?”

Rand terkejut melihat Bonda Safea dipangku oleh seorang gadis yang tak dikenalinya. Darah hitam kelihatan terbeku di hujung bibirnya, sambil matanya sekejap celik,sekejap layu. Rand cemas. Takut-takut yang memangku bondanya itu pembunuh yang diupah Ketua Zinthor.

Konco-konco Ketua Zinthor semuanya tumpas, mati bergelimpangan dek penangan senjata U-X1 yang menjadi senjata rasmi Kerajaan Sombrero. Tiada senjata lain yang boleh mengalahkan U-X1, dan disebabkan itulah Wilayah Ursa tidak henti-henti melakukan penyelidikan tentang kelemahan U-X1.

Gadis yang memangku bondanya tidak menjawab soalannya. Malah, kelihatan lebih sibuk membelek satu alat peranti yang besarnya memenuhi telapak tangannya, sesekali keningnya dikerut-kerut. Rand semakin tidak berpuas hati. Dua tiga minit jika perkara ini berlarutan, dia mungkin pulang ke Prisma Sombrero tanpa bondanya.

“Hei, lepaskan dia !”, Rand memberi arahan keras kepada gadis itu. Ingin sahaja dia merampas bonda terus ke pangkuannya, tapi bimbang jika tindakan itu akan menyebabkan bondanya berada dalam keadaan yang lebih bahaya. Senjata UX-1 itu dipegangnya kemas, sebagai langkah berjaga-jaga. Dia tidak akan menyerang wanita dan golongan lemah – itu satu prinsip seorang keturunan Raja Raphael. Dia tidak diajar begitu.

“Shh!”

Gadis itu menjeling kearah Rand sambil memberi arahan supaya senyap. Kali ini, dia memegang lengan bonda, dan membuat satu gerakan jari lalu sebuah cahaya berwarna emerald terus meresap masuk ke nadi bondanya. Jari jemari gadis itu menekan-nekan skrin alat peranti di tangannya, dan tidak semena-mena, dia tersenyum sendiri.

“Bonda awak selamat”, Gadis itu tiba-tiba bersuara sambil mengerling Rand. Perlahan-lahan, tubuh bondanya itu dilepaskan, memberi peluang kepada Rand untuk membawanya pulang ke Prisma Sombrero.

Gadis yang berbaju kulit berwarna jingga, dan berskirt labuh kelabu itu pintas bangun sambil membetulkan tudung sutera yang dipakainya. Dia berkira-kira untuk menoleh ke belakang, berjalan ke arah Stellar, kenderaan rasmi Wilayah Ursa.

“Penduduk Ursa? Konco Zinthor?”, Rand bertanya kebingungan. Konco-konco Zinthor, atau rakyat Ursa tidak akan sebaik ini. Tidak akan menyelamatkan bondanya kerana maklum akan kekejaman Ketua Zinthor terhadap pengikutnya yang berpaling tadah. Tidak mungkin ada orang yang sanggup mengingkari perintahnya. “Atau..ini ialah helah licik untuk membunuh bonda?”hati Rand terus sahaja bersangka-sangka. Jika benarlah sedemikian, dia tidak akan ragu-ragu lagi untuk mencapai U-X1 yang tersemat kemas itu!

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Plan

Again, talking about “what’s next?” after internship and graduation. It was like a prisoner who will be released soon and not really sure which road he should take.

One thing for sure, for this time being – I would not back into the thesis-thingy. I want to do something (physically, with seen action) for my community, but could I able to do it alone?

Plus minus 26 days and counting. I must figure out what is the next move. I have something in my mind. Let see if it works.