Dunedin, May 31st – A few Asians in black just had a late dinner in Bennu Cafe and Bar. According to standbys, all five of them are involved in a few prominent drug and human trafficking cases, which are the most targeted by International Polices. They are recognised as the Dragon Triad.

Ha3! Just trying with new style of opening (or introducing) a post. It has been so long that I last updated my Blog, as exams and so-called-assignments are taking my time away from creativity.

Toroa International House had a Farewell Dinner (or End of Semester Dinner). Some of our friends, who are from all round the world, are leaving this residential college. Even though I do not feel any sadness or solemn in my heart, but I am sure somebody does. Living in a residential college gives us the chance to socialise and ponder into cultures from different people and nations. No matter how different we are, we still have the same sense that I noticed long ago, Patriotism.

Come back to the FOOD, I ate a whole meat pizza, which I thought to be only a few pieces when I bought the ticket for this dinner. The sauce is tasty, even though it tastes a bit too salty later. The ham is juicy. This pizza has already worth for 10NZD. After this pizza was a dessert called Sobet. It looks like ice cream at first sight, but…just ice! It is too sweet for me to bear the flavour…yet I still finished it.

Below are some random pictures from my Triad’s camera. I doubt if we can get such effects done using Photoshop.

Alan (left) looks shocked with something scary in Andy’s (right) grasp. Ha3!

The ultimate Martial from the Triad – Ultrasonic Peace, by LLT.

We just finished an illegal “transaction”. Ha3! I’m not drunk, that bottle is filled with plain water.

Thanks for J (one of our Residential Assistants) who sat in Boss’s place and had a good time with the Triad.

All right, I have to stop crapping and go back to books now. Take care, my readers! I am still alive…

Since I was small, my Mom is the one that stern and serious in educating me, who is contrasting with my Dad who is much milder in the way of love. When I wronged a word in dictation or spelling practices, I will got a whip of rattan cane. The image that will never wipe off my memory, is the pain on my feet whenever I got some careful mistakes in tests or exams. My heart was full of hatred and fear at those time, which I feel so fortunate and grateful now.

My Mom always scare that I will get strayed and cannot do well academically. Only during Year Five that I held the position as a class monitor. It was my Mom that shaped my personality as  serious and not-to-smile. I should have been a school prefect as early as Form One, but cannot make it until Form Four in high school. Everywhere I went, my name is always related to a “fierce mother”.

If I want to do something not related to academic, my answer for permission is definitely “NO”. Hence, I admitted, I was trained to be a professional liar, even though I do not lie anymore when I became a leader outside my home. I had the biggest fight with my Mom when I revealed that I started my Trainee Prefect period, at the end of Form Three, just before PMR (lower secondary school certificate). From days on, I always had conflicts with my Mom, until I finished my high school in SEMEKAR as a Head Prefect (every teacher in SEMEKAR knows this).

Conflicts finally stopped after I took JPA’s (Malaysian government) scholarship and admit into preparatory programme. Since then, I felt so fortunate having such a Mom who made me more resistance to harsh words than others. If she did not gave me “tough” training, you will not read this post right now, maybe I end up behind bars now.

I already spent my whole weekend for Anatomy and Physiology. Finally I need to rest my cramped mind for couple of hours. Here I wish Mom “Happy Mothers’ Day” far from New Zealand. I will try my best to be a Malaysian that you will proud of.