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.
**All the pictures below, are no way from my own camera or “point of view”. I am still craving for a digital camera (apart from my pathetic phone camera).
Air New Zealand commercial airplane (maybe Boeing 727) from departure hall in Auckland Domestic Terminal. Now is the first time I am proud of Malaysia. Malaysia’s Kuala Lumpur International Airport is at least 10 times more sophisticated than this “kasihan” (pathetic in Malaysian) “airport”.
Somewhere above Dunedin before airplane touches down in Dunedin Airport. I forgot what is the height, as these pictures expired long ago. Welcome to Dunedin, I said in my heart at that time. Now, I said, damn Dunedin (too small for me, a city dweller)!
Outside Dunedin Airport, about 8.30 pm. Readers, now you know it means by long day in summer. Sky only went dark about 9.00pm! Now (autumn), the sky goes dark as early as 6.30pm. Do you see how deserted is this airport?
Ha3! Finally some man-made features. Nothing special. There is a “no doggy” sign on the door.
The oldest (probably the highest) building in Dunedin – Otago University’s clock tower building. Historical building, that reminds me of the Stadhyus (I spelled wrongly I think) in Melaka (historical state in Malaysia).
Railway station in Dunedin (I forgot the name, as no name is easy to remember here). It looks like Stesen Kereta Api Kuala Lumpur (near Sultan Abdul Samad building), but a lot smaller. Again, I am proud of Malaysia, there is no electrical commuter here, ha3!
The only thing that looks better than Malaysia’s - flowers in the park(s). Well cared blossoms, I love them. You have no need to scare of mosquitoes bite here, and you cannot find puddles of water anywhere.
How come Pasar Tani (farmers’ market) in Malaysia so dirty?
Some of the meals before I took up meal plan. Even though they did not look nice, they all ended up with the same destiny – decomposing somewhere in New Zealand now!
Some of the sceneries around Baldwin Street, the steepest street in the world. For your information, this street is tilted 35 degree above ground level! My conclusion: Kiwis have brain that is too small to city planning. Climbing this street is even harder than climbing Mount Kinabalu (the highest mountain in Malaysia).
From the top of Dunedin, Mount Cargill. Nice?
Port Chalmer. Any interesting? Port Klang is much larger, right? This port used to be a whaling quay, so nothing compared to Port Klang.
Tunnel Beach! This is the tunnel that was built by stupid Sir Cargill for his daughter who were died from unknown causes. We all puzzled, this beach is so rocky, why Sir Cargill love this kind of place and made it private? My warning to the readers who are fascinated by the pictures: do not visit Tunnel Beach if you are not a marathon runner, as we spent 20 minutes downhill, then 30 minutes uphill! I already prepared for cardiac arrest when I nearly cannot make it back to the bus! Crazy Sir Cargill, think about us ma, we are not marathon runner lo! Definitely I will not visit the beach again, even you give me 1 million pounds.
Mafia meeting at the Welcome Dinner. From that on, I got a nickname of Mafia’s boss.
Dear readers, just to announce that I am still alive in the Swine Flu threat. I apologise for the expired photos, as I am still struggling in reading my textbooks. Teacher Mastura and Teacher Haslina, these are all for you! Before I end, let me credit my flatmate for the pictures.
