The snooze button isn’t really helping, I continued to sleep like a log, disregarding the possibility of being chopped down in an impending foreign language test. Somebody has to slap me in the face! Never mind, lesson learned. As a result of utter indisposition to do anything, I can only now pray hard to God so that I can pass the test.
I deliberately took a longer route after the test to avoid going home too early. Before going out this morning I wrote a note to old man, telling him that I have a test and couldn’t go and help mum out. But it wasn’t the same thing I was thinking inside – I wanted to go and help her out, I just couldn’t decide the direction. The long journey didn’t do any good. As soon as I got home he questioned me one more time. I said to him “I’ll be free on the afternoon”. I didn’t know why I said that but after all maybe I should really go find her and talk about the situation. Fair enough. It turned out to be a no-show from him however – we didn’t go in the end, he went out for meeting after I promised to go but came back only on the late evening . So we both decided we’ll be going tomorrow morning. Never mind. At least I can get a good run later in the futsal game, just to keep my mind fresh from the mucky condition my foot are now in. I got a call after I finished my dinner from this monster girl whom I thought will only return from her vacation on tomorrow, haha, asking me whether I’ll be going for the futsal game later or not. I think she probably wishes to have a meet-up or something but poor girl gotta ignore her because of the game. Strange conversation on the phone it was, but it kinda lifted my gloomy heart I’ve been carrying the whole day. And things unfolded little by little on a more positive note later for the rest of the day, as I slotted in quite a number of goals, sprinted up and down for like 90 minutes, and most importantly they were all done without feeling a pull in the hamstring. The injury I sustained a couple of months ago really got me worried that I may not be able to perform heavyweight sports like how I did in the past. I’m thankful after a hiatus from the injury I can now still play my favourite sports. I just gotta be extra alert whenever I perform the sports. At the end of the day, there’s at least something to cheer about after a somewhat frivolous Friday.
Microblogging is like the in-thing to do nowadays I don’t know why am I so lazy to write nowadays (Ok i’ve been lazy all the while maybe it is because of microblogging its function i can like capture the moment or mood and if i blog i have to do it but then i thought since i can have the best of both worlds why not i just pretend nothing has just happened while tweeting or plurking (i dont like FB status updates it is so overrated people are using it like they dont mind others seeing what their do i mean weaknesses or your emo-ness yes you can use but wise people utilize it to make themselves become more influence c’mon peeps must you post something like i ) life is not all smooth-sailing it gets bumpy at times when you least expect them you see. i just got a text from dad asking me to help mom out at her workplace i wanted to help you so much because i want to learn something especially now it is a good time as the business is still in the starting up stage i want to get involved in it atleast in the future i can pave my ways but at the same time i am faced with a dilemma my mom suggested me to take up a part time position in teaching english in one of the english-teaching institution out there since i am majoring in english i thought it is not a bad idea at all! given what ive acquired this semester i think i really need the practice of involving in the real world i mean working while applying what i have learn and at the same time continue learning and upgrade myself because i think i learn through that way i have been doing it all the while in fact from young i think if i am to be a teacher i gotta make sure i have all the knowledge i should have. sometimes i am at lost i dont know if it is my fault or should i put the blame on something else say the education system as i grow up i come to realize i am only good at doing things that are repeating and it is pretty much like a machine and i seriously dont hope myself to become one later in the future ok. i admit my mind is blanked for several minutes before coming out with this sentences you see this is like my worst post ever i literally penned down what flowed through my mind and i just dont feel like wanna go back to the sentences and do a review or edit or proofread whatever you get me my mind is so confused now ok confused is not really the idea here i want to say something like crossroad something has to be decided and i cant afford to keep on staying in the comfort zone, cant argh gotta needa talk to somebody soon shit but i dont know how to start with i must do something at least this is what i know arghhh FUCK
Before my out-of-nowhere affection towards the song Vanilla Twilight dissolve any further (which I don’t think it’ll likely be), I deem it best I write down how I became so attached to this beautifully and carefully crafted masterpiece. =]
Strange how thing can turn around when you least expect them to be. I wasn’t a fan of this song or Owl City initially, but you never know what happens the next moment. And this song just hit home and *clicked* the next minute you’re still conscious you realized you’ve already set half foot in it. Beauty of music? Emm… At first few hearing, I thought the song is about nothing more than a funny guy trying to voice out his feeling on a broken or long-distance relationship. I was more intrigued by the meaning of the song title itself and for some reasons, I can’t help my artsy box tickling with the words in the song. After closely going through the lyric, things indeed don’t seem like as they are on the surface – just another mistake I made, all these while. So I did some research on the song.
To make long story short, Adam Young (the guy behind Owl City) apparently wrote this song for his girlfriend, who unfortunately passed away in a car crash. From what I’ve gathered, Young also suffers from insomnia, he has difficulties falling asleep like normal people do. Although I suspect the credibility of the sources, I still give it the green light partly because it did make sense, assessing from some lines in the song really suggest that the song is actually made for his dead girlfriend. =[
You’ll see why and here’s my take on the song Vanilla Twilight by Owl City:
The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake I miss you
One of the few lines that touched me the most and such a melancholic opening. If the stars would lean down and kiss you, what could it probably mean if not taking away the girl from Earth, leaving someone moments of tranquility, or perhaps in some sense, despair. Definitely not just another ordinary sweet talk that a boy would text a girl, it’s different here.
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
‘Cause I’ll doze off safe and soundly
But I’ll miss your arms around me
“…heavy dose of atmosphere” could suggests the boy is hoping for a retreat from reality – he finds it hard to accept that someone he used to slept with (loved) left him and he feels no sense of security when she’s not around. In fact, the songwriter does suffer from insomnia and probably could only sleep well when his girlfriend is around.
I’d send a postcard to you, dear
‘Cause I wish you were here
Notice the “I’d (I Would)”? He wanted to send a postcard to her, but he knew he can’t. A postcard is a form of missing someone who is far away. He misses the girl so much and if the girl was still living somewhere on Earth, he knows where he should and will send the postcard, but NOT when the girl is somewhere at the afterlife. ='[
I’ll watch the night turn light blue
But it’s not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The boy and the girl might have had the habit or inclination of watching the night sky together while closely exchanging murmur to the each other.
The silence isn’t so bad
‘Til I look at my hands and feel sad
‘Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly
He tries to convince himself that he can get on but it only lasts for a fleeting moment and he starts to miss her again. Another wonderfully crafted lines that says it all – in a hopeless yet sorrowful manner.
I’ll find repose in new ways
Though I haven’t slept in two days
‘Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I’ll sit on the front porch all night
Waist deep in thought because when I think of you
I don’t feel so alone
The boy knows he has to get back on track sooner or later, but “cold nostalgia” always has a place in his heart and he can’t help but influenced by the affectionate feeling he had for the past. What actually does “Vanilla Twilight” means? I found myself pondering the basic question from the beginning until now. I’m going to blend them down to three anyway. So:
1. It could be simply a tender name or a quality (twilight soaked with vanilla) that the boy and the girl used to shared and valued
2. Vanilla is viewed as something that is inviting (perhaps twilight soaked with vanilla led the songwriter thought of their situation, hence the title “Vanilla Twilight”)
3. A beautiful tale in the past about a dying young couple led to the existence of vanilla orchid in Mexico where the Aztecs lived. Since then, the Aztecs regard the plant as a symbol of strength (“…drenched in vanilla twilight” kind of indicates when the boy was surrounded by vanilla twilight it gives the boy the courage and it makes the boy feels better)
As many times as I blink I’ll think of you tonight
I’ll think of you tonight
My favourite line. As the songwriter is insomniac (he wishes to sleep soundly but he couldn’t do that) he’ll think of her whenever he closes his eyes.
When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I’ll taste the sky and feel alive again
And I’ll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won’t forget you
Here’s another amazing lines. The boy remains sanguine about the way he’s dealing with the issue. With the right amount of time, the boy will finally offload things he has been shouldering all the while and move on again. “And heavy wings grow lighter” on another note could also signifies his dead girlfriend is slowly becoming an angel. He’ll never forget the angel he used to loved. =[
Oh if my voice could reach back through the past
I’d whisper in your ear
“Oh, darling I wish you were here”
The final lines are echoes of the entire sad story, which is soon intensified by a cozy melody that plays all the way to the end of the song, in my opinion. That melody just play automatically in your mind isn’t it?
That’s it basically, the story behind the song just snaps well with the lyric. That just explained why the hell in this world is this particular song really a something. Everybody is subjected to their own opinion. While you might not agree with what I say, you can’t deny that this is one delicate and miraculous song ever produced. Not forgetting, all shall be well, Jack shall have Jill.
***Do you know what is the best part about music? When you’re able to interpret the meaning of the song, relate it to your(our) life and when you can’t pause from listening to it, that’s music.***
Tahniah! Anda ditawarkan untuk mengikuti kursus Bacelor Sastera (Pengkhususan Bahasa Inggeris) di Universiti Putra Malaysia!
I still briefly remember the status message that popped up on the screen of one of the PCs in TARC’s library after it was announced that local varsity applicants can check if they had been accepted into one of the IPTAs. (I’d have post a photo of the status message instead had it not been the tragedy that happened to my lovely phone nine months ago *sob*) Mixtured moments I had before and right after the revelation. Lots of things came across my mind like, “What subject will I be offered to study and where?”, “What if I failed to secure any of the spots?”, expectations and etc. While I nearly settle down at TARC after 1/3 semester, I do hope not to be faced with another crossroad, if things go the ‘proper’ way, and that turned out to be the case. After some killing process of waiting in front of the PC screen, I got into one of the IPTAs just like that via a simple message. Mixtured moments can only I say that was appropriate to describe my emotion. I was overjoyed and at the same time concerned by the revelation. The next few things I did was texting my parents about the news and posting a status update on Facebook. As the news spread, I received a blend of comments from everybody. Of course, most of them were positive, some were not so. I was congratulated, I was discouraged at the same time too.
The only and same question that would be directed at me every now and then when the word “English” doesn’t get along with their ears, even up to the present. Pardon me but when it comes to personal, I never liked to disclose it verbally, partly because I am not good at it, or maybe I don’t have to tell you why, or maybe you don’t know me, or maybe I do not know myself, or maybe, unpredictability is really a product of my childhood. After all, I thought it was the best for me after accounting in all the factors, judging from my academic performance, the selection process, attainability factor and etc. I get (calculated) what I want eventually. Expectation? You can forget about me.
Sometimes, nothing is certain, it’s just the way of doing it. I still value the simple advice given by my uncle and aunt, my parents, my friends and those who think I am on the right track. Today is exactly a year since the revelation, and if you wonder why am I digging out old story – a friend of mine has yet to tell me if she was admitted into one of the any IPTAs or not.
“He thinks summer (June) is the best time to plan, to plan ahead of the year, on what you have to do, to realise what you want to achieve. Fail to plan is plan to fail, always remember that.”
There are a lot of good sides when travelling early before beholding the sun. You can:
1. Avoid traffic congestion
2. No need to endure the increasing heat like 4pm in the noon
3. Catch a glimpse of the sunrise on the plane if it isn’t a gloomy day;
And the best bit is you don’t have to waste your life during wee hours because of sleeping!
Thanks to an early flight at the crack of dawn, we landed at the Kuching International Airport as early as 0900GMT in the morning – just another benefit when you wake up early and travel – the subsequent 12 hours were generally ours to make use. After checking in and a brief rest at the Harbour View Hotel, which commands a superb vista of the Kuching River and a couple of interesting places like the Kuching Waterfront from the looking glass of our 10th-level room, we were ready to probe into everything that the City of Cats has to offer to us.
As most of the places of interest in the city are located within walking distance, we visited most of them by foot, namely the oldest museum in Borneo – Sarawak Museum (1888), another museum that exhibits mostly craft arts – Textile Museum (1907), some well-known streets in the city like the Carpenter Street, India Street and Kuching’s oldest street – Main Bazaar, which has a high concentration of all kind of handicrafts and souvenirs traded in ancient Chinese shop-house. Sarawak’s famous Kek Lapis can also be found along the Main Bazaar shop-house lot.
Maybe because we stayed in the older part of Kuching city which is quieter, we encountered some difficulties when looking for dinner. We went back to the kopitiam earlier where we had our lunch at Carpenter Street as it was the only restaurant available. Instead of ordering again the foods that we tried earlier like the kolok mee and fish tauhu soup, we opted for some local dishes served with rice which we found them to be tasty but curiously expensive. I personally liked the dining experience at Kuching as the place is surprisingly clean, with only very little litter that can be noticed. The same goes to the condition on the road as well. Due to its cleanliness factor, it’s no surprise that the city is considered as one of the world’s healthiest cities by the World Health Organization.
Apart from the great native tribes like the Iban, Melanau, Orang Ulu and etc., this place is also apparently dwelled by another form of creature – cats, although I don’t really often catch a sight of cats in the city. Perhaps it’s merely about symbolism. If you’re a cat lover, Hello Kitty, Doraemon or even Garfield fanatic, you might not want to miss the one of its kind Cat Museum. Some lovers of this feline animal from places across the world purposely send in letters with special cat stamps to the museum to be put on display.
In addition to knowledge in geography and history, a good tourist guide must also understand the culture and background of their clients. Especially being a tourist guide in the nation’s largest state where distance between destinations could prove to be a stumbling block, carefully selecting the appropriate spot of interest is crucial. On a bright second day, we were introduced to a Chinese temple that is strangely located in a Malay village far outskirt from the city – the Muara Tebas Temple. Built 200 years ago, this temple was a place of worshiping among the travellers who landed safely after sailing across the South China Sea.
Like their cats counterpart who made their name in Kuching, Sarawak is also infamous for its crocodiles, I mean, killer crocs. The rivers in Sarawak are often synonym with headlines of man-eater crocodile’s assaults, with the most remarkable onslaught happened in 1992 – When an Iban girl was murdered by a gargantuan crocodile that reigned and frightened the villagers for nearly a century, Bujang Senang, as the villagers called it, was finally killed after 4 hours of hard-fought battle between the men and the beast.
The breeding farm also set aside a site to exhibit photos and newspaper reports of past crocodile’s assaults headlines. The images are somewhat to some extent, gory, as it can be seen clearly the severity of wounds that a killer croc can cause. You can spare a few minutes to search for related gallery on the web if my statement failed to please your curiosity.
Not everyone likes a trek deep in the jungle, people such as myself is one example. Every now and then when I venture into the jungle, a bad unpleasant feeling follows right behind me. If you ask me why, I’ll yell at you and tell it’s mainly connected with nasty experiences of blood-suckin’ leeches and my subjective phobia towards creepy-crawlin’ creatures. Truthfully I’d rather get stung by irritating mosquitoes than to lose my blood to bloody leeches. Watching those teeny-weeny invertebrate livin’ thing wigglin’ round my toes can make my hair all stand up in the split seconds. That being said, of all the numerous extraordinary national parks that the Land of Hornbills has to offer to me, I can only say yes to Bako National Park, and that also had to be done in a reluctant manner.
I remember seeing a comment made by anonymous that goes more or less like this,
“Don’t say you’ve travelled to all the places in the world until you reach Malaysia.”
Aside from being the largest state in Malaysia sprawling across loosely the size of the Peninsular, Sarawak is also best note by housing the nation’s most multi-ethnic groups in one single state, which simply connotes startling culture transcendence. It might not be easy for someone to encounter another similar place outside of Malaysia like what Sarawak is blessed.
Staying three days in Kuching is basically sufficient but not if you were to explore Sarawak into its depth. According to a young Penan native, a trip back to his village in Belaga takes about 3 days by boat cruising along the river leading deep into the interior. As such he will only return when the Gawai Dayak Festival is held annually. Since the state comprises more than 40 sub-ethnic groups that distinct from each other in term of culture, language and lifestyle, prolonged stay is absolutely needed in order to truly learn what the diverse state has in store.
Elsewhere you can visit the Sarawak Cultural Village situated at the foot of the mysterious Mount Santubong. Hailed as the living museum by many, the 14 acre village showcases various replica of houses the indigenous tribes live in along with demonstration of their daily activities like sago processing and traditional music and games. You can easily spend a half day here talking with the locals who live in it and at the same time get an insight of how their lifestyle is like. This might as well saves you the time from the need to visit the interior if you’are staying in Sarawak for only a few days.
Travelling with family is indeed far different from travelling on oneself. It’s really two different things. But you can’t compare it as it’s ultimately boiled down to the personal thing, that’s how you yourself decipher the meaning “travel”. I still like travelling the harder way – adventurous (no jungle-trekking) and with sense of “money-wise”, when a map is always in my hand and preferably with a mate of two, and I could still get a decent bed to sleep in after a whole arduous day of exploring, also not forgetting yielding the biggest pleasure and satisfaction out of the least possible money.
I’ve always been wanting to write a travelogue on trip to mainland of South East Asia. Hopefully that will happen in the near future. Meanwhile, I’ll be visiting to Cameron Highlands next week and the Pearl of Orient, Penang the ensuing week with my bunch of friends. Let’s see how will I reflect on the impending expeditions. Hope you enjoy the photos, stories and the journey.
Until the next “Postcard from” update, ciao!