the passage of time is marked by the changing of the seasons...and in Malaysia, we are no different...for the monsoon season is a marker of time's inexorable march forward. rain keeps falling, day by day.
i just came back from Genting last night, and it was a mysterious feeling, even eerie, when my friends and i walked around, swathed in streamers of mist. at some points, the mist was a soft focus filter, shapes and outlines only visible.

there was, in spite of the noise (from the casino and the arcade), a sense of silence in my heart. somehow i knew that this period of time, from the moment my exams ended to the end of the 3 months' break would be a time of great changes, of growth, of pain at leaving old things behind and joy at discovering that there is another way of living. a way that promises greater satisfaction and knowledge.certain parts of my life have never seemed to get off ground...examples too numerous to mention, but i know that every attempt can only bring you closer to your goal. long have i questioned the Creator and long have i awaited His answers. i have heard from Him that there is greatness in gratitude for small mercies, that it is a wonderful to give thanks for the small things i often take for granted. the grades, the name, the fame, the money, the popularity, they all fade, after a fashion. and what remains? nothing but yourself. and God. it is courageous to look past today and to see tomorrow, not as a day to grasp , but a day to learn.

i m sure u must be wondering about my trip to Genting. well, on a lighter note, i really enjoyed walking thru Ripley's Believe It Or Not, which was chockful of wacky, wild and weird exhibits. i particularly fancied a walk through the equilibrium tunnel there which
left me with a drunken gait for a little while. :)
Haunted Adventure has haunted my memories with being clutched tightly on either side and plaintive cries of Kami takut ...from 2 Malay girls who went in with us. suddenly i was given the title of Brave and Fearless Leader, a certainly dubious honour. well, i survived the horror :P...and lived to tell the tale.
the food there was terribly expensive, but i was warned. :P
1st World Hotel lived up to its name of being a budget hotel, with our room being a focal point for old ladies' and youngsters' loud and somewhat penetrative (through the faded walls) discussions at the strangest times. strange phenomena was also observed, in which it was impossible to open the window and close the bathroom door simlutaneously. opening the window caused the bathroom door to open in an alarming and sudden manner. breakfast was another story, i think i made my RM 15 worth it. friends, my dear friends, i have no complaints about the size of the room, having stayed in even more cramped quarters...lest you ponder how i, of large proportions, could bear the so-called smallness of Room 13620. :P
constant rain meant no outdoor theme park for us...me, in nee and elizabeth...but we endeavoured to make the most of the circumstances. i happened to enjoy the crisp coolness up there, but that earned me derisive remarks from the both of them ...something about being a bit nutty. all geniuses have to put up with such words from the unenlightened. :P
so go on ahead and spend your holiday at Genting...goodness knows how many UM students we bumped into there. talk about the power of collective thinking, even in 4th College...almost had a 4th collegian convention there too. have fun!

ciao...for now
will be back in Ipoh soon...14th of March to be exact.