3G Farewell Party 2006

While browsing around some files on my pc, I stumbled across the pics of our 3G farewell party at the end of year 2006. Immediately, a wave of nostalgia swept across me. It may be just one year ago, but heck, it seemed so much longer than that to me.

Class 3G. Damn. Those were indeed good times! With all the colourful personalities that sparkled life into the boring classroom, it was all just a big collaboration that ended up as class 3G.

I miss my friends. I missed the good times we had and shared together. I missed the times we drove the teachers up the wall. Missed the good laughs we shared. Most of all, I missed the wonderful atmosphere of which only the residents of 3G can recreate.

Join me, as I take a lovely stroll down memory lane.

Post PMR. Year 2006. Hartz Chicken, Sarawak Plaza. Noon. Time to just cut loose and have fun!!

Words cannot do justice of how much I've enjoyed that afternoon. So, I'll just present a collage of wonderful photos of that memorable day.

Settling down for the big feast

Yvonne, Assistant Monitor of the Year, 4 years running

Hmm. I recalled every single detail of the whole afternoon. The sound of cutleries on plates. The munching of food. The many exchange of words amongst 40 students. But, everything went straight to hell as we finished our meal and after I ate that:

No idea what that is called. Judging from the looks of our faces, must have tasted good, I think.

The so-called 'coolest people to hang out with' gang

And then, I realized what that concoction of evil was. It made us cool. It made us ah bengs. It made our dreams of modelling come true. Most of all, it made us perfect camwhore victims.

Camwhores!!!! AHH!!

As adrenaline flooded through my brain, clouding my thoughts, I marched right up to the girls table and did the unthinkable. Oh my, and to think I had a warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach around them. Could it be......love? Nah, must be the fried chicken. XD

The average eye would mistake me for a girl. After all, I am pretty

Then, I headed back to the table where the highly intellectual ones sat. Not surprised at the sight of them partying on hard without me, I joined them without second thoughts. After contemplating the perfect way to create world peace, we sat down and held a toast to 3G.

Believe it or not, we are the leaders of tomorrow.

And, what kind of wild party would be complete if we didn't have a rather peculiar-some group photo taken right? I'm sure the college kids would agree with me, no?

A tad bit too much to drink, raging hormones, the ability to camwhore....you get the picture

All in all, that was most likely the best time I've had in years!! Why not, if you're surrounded by a group of friends you've known and grew up with for the past 3 years.

If you have friends and loads of memories together with them, heed my advice; Treasure them for all that they are worth, because at the end of the day, you'll know how lucky you actually are. After all, they're the ones that helped you to your feet whenever you fall down.

Alas, My Life Is Complete...........Metaphorically Speaking

Before, I begin, kindly note that there is no spoilers whatsoever of the 7th book in this post.

After all those painstaking years of wait, my wish is finally fulfilled as the 7th and final book rolled into shelves on the 21st of July 2007. Thus, completing the collection of which I have treasured for so long.

As any other fanboys would have it, I can only describe this momentous occasion as nirvana. I felt bliss, happiness as if the final missing piece of my life aspirations fell into place. Yes, I know I may be overexaggerating, but hey, bear with me here.

OMG, the 8th wonder of the world lies before you!

Truth be told, it's a funny thing really. The first Harry Potter book of which I read was the fourth, courtesy of my mother's non-stop nagging that made me delve into the world of this teenage wizard.

Soon, I suffered from the Harry Potter Syndrome, and like all others, craved for the 5th book to be released. And now, all seven books are displayed proudly in my shelf.

I know I'm being an arrogant, pompous cow, but hey, it's Harry Potter!

And now, my life is complete...........

Sabah.....Land Below The Wind.... (Part 1)

21st of July. 10 p.m. The plane I sat in touched down at Kota Kinabalu International Airport. Upon entering the terminal, the first thing I noticed was the diversity of the tourist that visited this popular vacation spot.

As I stepped out of the airport, the salty air of Kota Kinabalu met my nostrils. It was by far a pleasant change from the exhaust-laden air of Sarawak.

Outside, was a taxi ready to greet us; courtesy of my father who was is in KK for work, and we headed off to our hotel. Le Meridien they call it.

Apparently, some love-drunk French stepped foot onto KK and decided to build a hotel for himself. Thus, naming it Le Meridien.

Nothing French about this hotel at all. Oui?

My family and I checked in and a wonderful sight greeted our eyes. The lobbies were dazzlingly decorated, wide and spacious. However, it was nothing compared to the room though.

Fooled you into thinking it was my room, no?

My father managed to pull some strings and got us a wonderful room overlooking the South China Sea. Oh My Gawd. Sunrise had never been so beautiful. The way the Sun reflects its rays off the pristine, blue seas was sensational!

The stereotypical view of any hotel in KK (Damai has nothing on this) XD

Early next morning, I departed the hotel to visit some famous landmarks in KK. Our first stop was the Clocktower Observation Point located on the outskirts of town. Apparently, it gives tourists a chance to witness for themselves the entire city.

The highway was built parallel to the cerulean seas. Me, like the sakai person that I was, exclaimed excitedly at the sight in front of me. Along the way, I could see various families having a picnic on its sandy beachside. Some, even swimming in the seas.

Makes you wanna just strip and throw yourself into the sea, butt-naked

The way to the top of the hill was steep and filled with countless twists and turns. To my utter surprise, those crazy Caucasians decided against taking a taxi up there but hiking the path up themselves. What surprised me was the fact that they were in their late 60's. Jiayuuu!!!

I'm on the top of the world, literally speaking

That's all I have time for now. Expect to have another entry soon about my exploits and misadventures in the Land Below The Wind; Sabah. Poor Sabahans didn't see it coming.

Happy 80th Birthday To My Beloved Grandfather!

It's my first blog post here and well, I'm dedicating this to my dearly beloved grandfather who has just turned 80 a few days ago.

It was indeed a night to remember. After countless years of separation, my family was reunited once again on the eve of this wonderful celebration. This, I must say, is quite a feat as my family was scattered all over Sarawak, and some were even travelling abroad. Alas, they returned home, to share their company with my grandfather who longed to see their faces once more.

The night started off innocently enough, a reservation for dinner at Holiday Inn. And wow, the price totalled up to a whopping RM 2000!! But, I guess it was worth every single penny.

The management at Holiday Inn were kind enough to provide an extra 2kg cake (that's the metric unit for measuring cake now, no?) for the occasion. First, we started off with some phototaking sessions.

Happy 80th birthday!!

We're just one big, happy family

Then, there was dinner. Oh boy, was it a feast! Then, the three 'bujangs' decided to propose a toast for a healthy and prosperous life awaiting our grandfather ahead.

We're hot, single and no longer available~

This brings much tears to my eyes......

And of course, there was the usual clowning around after we had settled down after dinner, coupled with a few (ehem) glasses of wine. Looking back, what was I thinking??? Oh right, I got wasted, truth be told. With alcohol running through our veins, we did what stereotypical Asian teens do; we chatted incoherently and after this brief exchange of blasphemy, we started 'shuffling' (the term used to describe dancing to some funky techno beats)

This isn't what it looks like, mmm k?

Sad to say, the rest was a blur after the whole ordeal. I remember going home, taking a few minutes to chat with my uncles and aunts at my grandparent's place, and then finally heading home. This was indeed, a night to remember for both me and my grandfather. You know, I could almost see tears running down my grandfather's eyes. And that, reminded me of how much he had suffered in the past to shape my parents into the people that they are today.

Thank you, grandpa!