Pangs of sadness filled my heart as I learned today that 2 of my former comrades and brothers-in-arms did not make it to second year. As fellow friend, what possibly can I do to alleviate their anguish? As I contemplate, I realised that nothing we could say could soothe their sadness.
If you have ever experienced the kind of feeling, then you would know how hard it feels. To have experienced so much together – all the times shared in joy and in sorrow, all the times we fooled around and played and tackled and laughed until our tears came out – those moments could never be replaced nor captured, they could only be stored as treasured memories in our hearts.
All I could possibly do now is pray, that the people with authority have mercy on them and grant them a chance to repeat.. At the very least, I really hope that our sponsor will at least continue to fund them to study locally.
In retrospect, a lot of people disagree with the exam system, which is specifically designed to “kill off” students. It is unfair and cruel to say the least. Then again, we have chosen this path, so in the end, all we could do is keep moving forward. Like soldiers in heat of a firefight – you cannot stop or slow down when your comrade is hit, all you could do is keep charging and gain victory over the enemy.
In times like this, I can only look to God and praise His glory, because in our weakness His strength is made perfect.
Today I went to Melaka with my family. I went there 10 years ago, so a visit after 10 years will yield much new experience, or so I thought. Well it turns to be quite alright. I am really amazed at the number of people there. And you should see how the people queued up for the Hainan chicken rice. Ridiculous!
We walked around the old town area and basically took a lot of pictures. There are so many new buildings like the Pahlawan Mall or something. Oh by the way, I just had the most amazing crepe cake ever. In fact I had my first crepe cake experience at Nadeje. It is basically a stack of crepe with cream in between. Heavenly taste. I found the recipe online and turns out it takes a lot of effort to make one.
The one thing that really made me think is this: people here in Malaysia queues up because they have the luxury of time and they want to taste the famous chicken rice. People in Africa or Afghanistan queue up for food simply because they do not know any better and they do not have any choice. What has happened to this world? Why such injustice, and unfairness? Such blatant waste of time and energy.
And yet people still complain a lot. For the Malaysians who queue up to buy the Hainan chicken rice, well, I say to you: you are already very lucky to be able to queue up and stand under the hot sun to buy chicken rice, when people in other parts of the world queue up for entirely different reasons.
Anyway. I have been here in KL for a week. A few more days and I have to go back Kuching. And the awful packing will start.
Dread it very much.