Author: Vinod Surendiram
•12:38 PM
Finally, back with a new post after a long gap... As usual, I was busy with stuffs... Anyway, it's Christmas tomorrow!!! Let's end the year with an awesome celebration!!! To add essence, I've come up with my very first Christmas story... I used to write stories quite some time ago... Once I entered college, I never really had enough time to do so... Hence, I decided to grab this opportunity and come up with my very first typed story... It was all hand written before this... I had to do it in a short period of time... Hence, please ignore those grammar or spelling mistakes if there is any... I couldn't afford to spend much time checking out the grammar and so on... Had many important things to do... Anyway, I hope that you would give positive reviews on my story... And one important thing... This story is purely fictional... Any Resemblance to any character, living or dead, places, events or whatsoever is Purely Coincidental...And the images are all from Google Images Search... Hence, the author is not responsible for any damages.... And all rights reserved... This story should not be published in any forms using any kind of medias... And yeah... This story is written in a different way... Hence, you gotta understand this first... in order to understand the story...

The ones in a bolded writing - present events
The ones in a slanting roman itallic writing - the letter content
The ones in an ordinary writing without bold or slanting roman itallic- past events

Now, sit back and enjoy... Lolzzz

The Best Christmas Gift



It was a usual dark, snowy day... Houses and roads were all white... An old couple came to sight..; Mr and Mrs Wilkinson. They’ve been living here for almost 50 years. Their faces were wrinkled and the effects aging had on them were crystal clear... What can you expect from a couple in their eighties?? The couple had 5 children. John was the eldest followed by Jacob, Anna, Mary and Kristina. The Wilkinson family has always been regarded as a rich family. They were the high class citizens of Yorkshire... The aristocrats... As a result, 4 of their kids were successful doctors..; Dr John, Dr Jacob, Dr Mary and Dr Kristina... They moved out of the house once they were married... Mr and Mrs Wilkinson were proud grannies... Yes, they had cute grandchildren... Christmas was just around the corner...



Hence, they were working laboriously in cleaning their house... Gearing themselves up for Christmas... The couple themselves were very excited for the upcoming Christmas... Being in their eighties, they realised that every Christmas matters from now on. They wanted a special gift from Santa... Even their kids had planned a wonderful Christmas this year for their beloved parents... It took them hours to clean up their house because they had not done this in years... The house was quite dusty... Finally, they reached Anna’s room... As it has not been occupied for quite some time, it was in a terrible condition... Spider webs and etc... The couple entered her room and started their task... Mrs Wilkinson mopped the floor while Mr Wilkinson cleared the dust and spider webs... The room had wooden ceiling with many wooden bars... As some of the wooden bars were already damaged, Mr Wilkinson decided to replace the damaged ones... He moved them one by one... All of a sudden, to his surprise, a purple coloured bag fell on him... He was wondering who might have placed a bag there... The bag has been there all this while... None of them knew it.. It was very dusty and you can see a few holes on it... ‘It must be the rat who made those holes’, he thought... Mrs Wilkinson was taken aback too... Without any hesitation, the couple decided to check the bag out... They cleaned it first and unzipped it... There were 5 things in it:

a) A Photo Album
b) A Man Made Red Rose
c) A Diary
d) A Cassette
e) A Letter

Mr Wilkinson flipped the album... These things apparently belonged to Anna...


19th December 1984
The hospital was crowded... Many people waited with anticipation... Anna was born at 5.43 am... Anna’s father, Mr Wilkinson, was extremely happy with a broad smile on his face...




Both of them never knew that Anna had the habit of writing diaries and so on... Anyway, the photo album was somehow very nostalgic... It brought back those good times Anna and her siblings had during their childhood... Anna has tagged each and every photo perfectly... For instance, My parents, Loving brother, Naughty sis and so on... A smile curled on the couple’s lips... And then they moved on to read the letter... It sounded:


Dear Dad and Mom,

I am sorry... I’ve never told you certain things which I kept in my heart... Both of you didn’t know what happened in real... I never had the chance to explain... You never gave me a chance to do so... I am sorry... Don’t think I am putting the blame on you but this is the truth... You never understood me...




30th December 1984
The naming ceremony was held... Mr Wilkinson proudly said, ‘ Hereby, I, Mr Wilkinson name my princess... Anna Rossalia!!! The crowd cheered...

I still remember... During my childhood, I used to cry asking both papa and mama to give up on your business.. I wasn’t matured at that time... But all I wanted was for you guys to spend time with me... I loved both of you to that extent... The love gestures from mama were priceless... She used to brush my hair when I was 8 and tell me that everything is fine and God is with me at all times... But the gestures were no more as I grew up... Maybe mama was trying to treat me like a grown up... But trust me when I say this... A child needs her parents the most during her teenage years... That’s the toughest period... But you guys concentrated on your business and often left me in sadness... I know my siblings could take it but not me... I am sorry... I am not the same as them... Even Mary and Kristina never complained being younger than me at that moment... But I felt the pain... Family has been my priority at all times... Both of you often went overseas and it was painful to see you going... You forgot that babysitter can never match up a father or a mother...

14th April 1994
Anna Rossalia was 10 years old... There was a family gathering and Uncle Robinson, Mr Wilkinson’s younger brother, asked Anna,’ what would you wanna be when you grow up lil girl???’ Anna said with a cute smile on her face, ‘ I wanna be a singer!!!” Out of the blue, all of them started laughing at Anna... Anna felt embarrassed... But she was puzzled up too... Why are they laughing??,’ she wondered.... ‘Is it wrong to be a singer??’

You never spent enough time with me... I never had many friends in my life too... You guys had much to think about and many people to communicate with... For me, my life revolved only around bros, sisters and both of you... But all of you never showed enough interest on me... I became a lonely girl... You’ve always asked us to consider ourselves lucky for being rich, unlike many people... You’ve always proudly said...’ I’ve provided you with everything you want, Shirts, Toys, nice food and so on... What else do you need??’ But you never knew that life isn’t all about that... Money can never provide an everlasting happiness... It can only provide a short term happiness.. The real happiness is the one that emerges deep down the heart and it can only be formed by love... I would have been much happier if you provided me with love instead of money,... even a small gesture like brushing my hair would have done the job..



15th October 1999
Anna Rossalia won the first place in a debate competition... She showed her parents the trophy proudly... But her parents had to rush to take a flight... They left... Anna Rossalia cried the whole day in her bedroom.

I could still remember we had an argument when I was 18... You asked me, ‘What do you wanna be Anna?... I told you that I wanna further my studies in Performing Arts... I wanted to be a singer... But you brushed the whole thing off saying that I should be a doctor... You said that I should keep the legacy of my siblings going... Then why on earth did you ask me what I wanna be? Is it hoping that I would follow the rhythm of my siblings who never opposed you?? Ever since I was young, I’ve recorded me singing... But you wanted to scrap of that interest from me saying that singing would not contribute even a penny... That night, the argument developed and I shouted at you... ‘You can never take hold of me... I will become a singer!!!!!!!!!!!’ and I closed the door....



29th May 2003
Anna Rossalia entered the Royal Medical College... Her face was dull... Mrs Wilkinson told her daughter, ‘Make sure to take good care of yourself... You are now on your own in a different country... Make sure you don’t get influenced with alcohol... Understand?? Anna Rossalia nodded...

You never knew how much I suffered being away from both of you and my siblings... I knew my siblings were in the same situation... Just that we were sent to different countries... But then, I can’t take it like them... I felt lonely amidst a lot of people around me... I got a few good friends... However, the study pressure was always there... Medicine wasn’t my thing... I knew it... And both of you have always advised me not to get into a relationship... If you had provided me with enough love, why would I wanna get into a relationship???

14th December 2003
Anna Rossalia went on her first date with a Spanish lad, Raul Babioska...

Being away from all of you was very tough for me... The best time is always when I get back to Yorkshire... Home is always the best place... Going back to my college was very depressing... If I was like some kid who wanted to pursue his studies in overseas, then I would have been happy... But all I wanted to major was in Performing Arts in some local college.. You sent me overseas to retain your social status...

9th March 2004
Anna Rossalia’s father received a letter from the Royal Medical College.. It was a warning letter from the administration that Anna has been skipping classes... Mr Wilkinson phoned Anna and scolded her... Anna was giving some lame excuses... Anna thought in her mind, ‘father started his usual dialogue, ‘ “I’ve provided you with everything..... blablabla...

You never knew how I felt... I was angry, frustrated for not being able to major in something I like and scared how am I gonna fare well in the exams... Mama once told me not to even try alcohol... But none of you knew that I went a step higher and started taking drugs... It felt good at first but soon it destroyed me... I was addicted... I couldn’t do much... I was helpless... And yeah... I’ve never told you one more thing... I had a boyfriend... His name was Raul... Once he knew I was into drugs and stuffs, he broke up with me... I didn’t shed even a single drop of tear when he went away from me... Know why dad? I was smiling thinking that, “ even my own family members couldn’t understand me, how would a stranger understand?’ Friends moved away from me... I soon isolated myself from everyone and I was tagged as the quiet kid... Even some of our relatives used to tag me as a quiet kid... Uncle Robinson was one of them... Haha.. I can still remember crying under the rain so that no one would spot me... If only you had talked to me and understood me...



Reading Anna’s letter, Mr and Mrs Wilkinson could no longer hold their tears... Tears flowed out... They never knew their kid had gone through so many things... All they knew was Anna was the most quiet kid in all their 5 kids... But they can still recall Anna crying as loud as possible asking them not to go to work... And the day they rushed to airport ignoring Anna and her medal.... They continued reading the letter...

2nd December 2004
Anna Rossalia came back to Yorkshire for Christmas holidays... Her siblings were very excited during the celebration except for Anna... She reflected a dull face.. All of them were medical students at that time...

Everything became a problem then after.. Studies, Boyfriend, Friends, Parents and so on... My life was secluded with darkness... I never shared with any of you as I had a strong belief that none of you would understand me... I cried almost everyday... I couldn’t tolerate the absence of love in my life like my other siblings... I wished God would end my life... But no matter what I motivated myself saying that life has to go on no matter what happens...



4th February 2005
Anna Rossalia met with an accident in Yorkshire... She was pronounced death at 5.43pm... Her parents, Mr and Mrs Wilkinson claimed her body and mourned her loss... Her siblings were all in tears.... Her room was locked since then and her brother John placed a ‘Rest In Peace’ Sign on her room door... John was the closest to his sister among all his siblings and he knew how loud his sister was despite being labelled as quiet... He knew his sister had a great voice...

I am sorry Papa and Mama... I am a coward.. I admit... I am stupid to have taken such a silly decision... But I couldn’t help it... I never had enough strength to endure this pain... So, I’ve decided to end my life here... And yeah... I have attached this letter with a photo album which I’ve always cried with... realising how much I missed all of you when I was in overseas... I was forced by papa to go overseas which I never wanted... My diary... I’ve picked up this habit since I was 6... You guys never had ‘enough’ time to notice it... A rose... As my remembrance, and a cassette... You might be wondering what is in the cassette.. I’ve always wanted papa and mama to listen to me singing.. but both of you never showed enough interest... I hope that at least when you get this letter... you would hear it... at least once... pls.... And yeah.. I wouldn’t tarnish your social status by hanging myself to death or something like that... I would make it look like an accident... I know it’s gonna be painful but I hope that it would end things once and for all... At the same time, I don’t want you to feel yourselves as a failure in being good parents... I don’t want my mama and papa to feel frustrated... But at the same time... I really wanna tell you how I’ve felt all this years... I am not sure whether I should or should not tell you.. Therefore, I would place this bag in a hidden place and I leave it to God whether to enlighten you by revealing this bag or not.... Whatever it is, I love you all till the very last breath.....

Your Loving princess,
Anna Rossalin


Both Mr and Mrs Wilkinson regretted their mistakes in raising their sweetheart.... But it was too late... It has been 15 years since Anna passed away and everyone thought that she met with an accident... But none of them knew the truth... No one had entered Anna’s room since then... Even her parents thought that fate brought their sweetheart away...The grief and sadness that was in the old couples hearts would not be able to be put into words... Their world crashed down in a second... Feeling despair, Mr Wilkinson proceeded to Anna’s diary... Mrs Anna played the cassette... It was Anna singing her favourite band, Westlife’s song... ‘You Raise Me Up’.. The voice was so sweet that tears kept flowing out of her parents’ eyes... Mr Wilkinson randomly opened a page... Anna’s hand writing was horrible but it was still readable.. Anna wrote;




23rd June 1994- Went hiking with dad... Best day of my life...


Mr Wilkinson quickly searched for his diary... He had a diary too which he kept mostly his business accounts... He flipped to the same date... It said;

23rd June 1994- Anna was so desperate of goin hiking... Wasted my time with the kid in a jungle doing nothing... Ended up getting body aches... Haizzzzz


A drop of tear fell from Mr Wilkinson’s eyes... He opened up another page in his diary...

29th May 2003- The happiest day of my life... Sent Anna to the Royal Medical College... Another doctor on the run!!! =)


He flipped up the same date in Anna’s diary

29th May 2003- The worst day of my life... Felt like dying... I told him how much I wanted to major in Performing Arts and become a singer... He never listened... I am cursed with bad luck I suppose...


Mr Wilkinson wept in front of his wife for the first time in his life... His wife cried too... They hugged each other holding the rose Anna had put inside the bag with the song ‘You Raise Me Up’ playing in the background...

They realised that the purple bag was the best Christmas gift Santa has given them... Yes, this might sound a little odd to some of us to call a grief causing object as a gift but it is... It made them understand who they were to d lil girl they’ve known for years... who their sweetheart was.... and many other things which they never knew... They realised their mistakes which they can never correct... They’ve understood their life on earth... Most of us might not have noticed that it is the purpose of our lives... To understand our lives, to have our lives explained.. This creates the inner peace in each and every single human being... And this exactly what Mr and Mrs Wilkinson had gone through the means of the purple bag... As all of us knew, the greatest thing on earth are not seen by our eyes, they are felt deep inside our heart... And that is exactly what the couple had experienced... It took them 80 years to discover and understand their lives... After 15 years of losing their kid, Anna Rossalia...

T-H-E E-N-D




Whose fault was it?? Anna’s parents or Anna? What do you think??? It is usual to see a father or a mother holding the tiny hand of a kid to ensure his or her safety in public places... But is it usual to see parents doing the same thing to a grown up teenager???...Definitely ‘no’... But literally, it is important for parents to keep holding their kids’ hands even once they grow up as a teenager.. Yes... You can’t leave your kids’ hands all at once... Then they would be lost in a thick forest... That’s exactly what seemed to happen in Anna’s story... At the same time, you can’t be holding it tight all the time... As time passes, you gotta leave his or her hand gradually so that they learn to live independently... This is how life should go on... at least in my opinion...

This story is not only to serve as a usual Christmas story... We should look back and think how a person’s life drives him or her to an extent of ending up his or her life... There are many Anna Rossalias among us... It is just that we don’t know it at this time... They don’t express it much... So, what should we do?? Are we gonna have campaigns and all to stop those people who choose to kill themselves... Hell no... Campaigns wouldn’t work in this problem... Once a decision is taken, it is tough to change it unless you strike the right coin... However, it is wrong for one to end his or her life... We don’t have the rights to end our life... We are gifted to have been given a life by God... No matter how tough it is, we have to cling on... We have to let time play its role... Killing ourselves will never be a solution to our problems... It would only worsen things... Sometimes, the solution is just the other side of our problems... We just don’t know it at that moment... Hence, we should not even think of ending up our lives... Only God has the power to do it... Live like a legend... Don’t end your life like a coward... Everyone has his or her own problems... No matter what, life has to go on...

Hence, is it impossible to stop Anna Rossalias from killing themselves?? The answer is... No.. It is possible.. Have you ever heard of the saying ‘Prevention is Better than Cure’... I could still remember my discipline teacher repeating this saying again and again back in school... haha.. yeah... It is better to prevent it.. How to prevent it??? Easy... Shower everyone with love for that it is the greatest gift you can give a person... You might have hard feelings on a person... Maybe you might hate him and so on... But think again... Do you think you are his one and only problem?? The answer is ‘no’... We don’t know how many problems one single person might face... He might not express it but it is in him... Most of us are not expressive when it comes to life... You gotta agree with me on this one.. Hence, at least as a friend, we can support and cheer him up... That’s what friends are for...

A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are... Do your role as a friend, brother, sister, father, mother or whatsoever... And learn to cherish the wonderful bond called as family... Most people are very materialistic nowadays... They eye money and not love... Try doing the opposite and you can make wonders... Be polite to your family members, not just to outsiders... Most people are humble when it is come to outsiders but not to their very own family members... For example, when a woman accidentally knocks down a stranger on the street, she says sorry in a humble manner... But when her kid interrupts her while cooking, she yells at him... This is one small example... This happens in most families nowadays... These might look like small, minor things but the impact it brings can never be described... When we correct things like this, life would be more colourful...

Hence, as told in Anna Rossalia’s story;



To the world, you maybe just one person..... but to one person, you might just be the world.....


Let’s make a change this Christmas and turn into a new leaf...I don’t know when I’ll post my next blog post but I am sure it would take a long time as I will be busy in the coming moths... Some important exams on the run!!!

Wish me luck and pray for my success!!!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!!!

Peace out ;-)

Author: Vinod Surendiram
•5:45 AM


I was a little bored that I decided to go through some random blogs. What do I mean by 'random'?? Random here means blogs by people whom I don't know at all in real and maybe one or two by those people I knew... Reading blogs by people you don't know at all is fun.. Knowing part and parcel of their lives, how they deal with stuffs... and so on...

One of those blogs I went through this time caught my sight deeply... It was all about her perspective and perseverance in the winning battle against heavy issues in life... Of course the author was a SHE unless you did not realise me using ‘her’ in my previous sentence... Her blog was simply awesome... Not too far... A Malaysian too... She stated one of her real life incidents and the conclusion was there too... According to the author,
the most important thing is to accept where we are, our current situation or whatever that we are going through at the moment and then to seek some evidence to change our perspective...


I feel this is one important statement that we all should look into... Reflecting back at our lives, of course all of us will agree how much we’ve changed... maybe in a good way or vice versa... If we’ve changed into a negative way... all we have to ask ourselves is just one simple question: Is there a wiser, more enlightened way of looking at this seemingly negative situation??? Yes, the only solution is to change our perspectives... For instance, when you walk around KL, you’ll be astonished and the first thing to come up your mind is, ‘OMG!! Look at how big KL is!!!’ What happens if you look at KL from an aeroplane flying high up the sky... All you might see is a dot or maybe nothing... This is exactly what I am trying to say... Look at it from a different perspective and even huge problems would seem to be like a tiny dot... What happens if you look from the outerspace??? Do you think you can even see Malaysia?? Hell no... This is a clear example of how problems can shrink as you look at them from a different perspective... Just learn to switch perspectives... And beware of the words you use... Remember!! You can use your words to build someone or kill that same someone... Make a promise that you’ll use words only to build people and not kill them.. I SAID MAKE!! NOW!!! Haha..

And yeah.... I am not a counsellor, a philosopher or the wisest guy on earth to share all this with you... haha... I have to state this because a few days ago, one of my INTEC friends asked me, ‘Hey Vinod, can you suggest me a way to release stress?’ I was like, “why on earth are you asking me??” She said, ‘you seem to be like a professional’... No way... I am just ‚a common guy‘... ‘ein allgemeiner Kerl’ in deutsch, unnai pol oruvan in tamil.... LOL... All I am doing is trying to sum things up and spread some useful messages that I obtain from people and daily experience...

Sometimes, changes hurt... When they do, all of us or maybe I tend to look back at how my life has changed and wonder if I can ever get back... However, I am clear of one thing now... It’s not about looking back or forward... It’s not about searching for the rewind button... It’s all about living this particular second and making it a useful one... it’s about loving people around you and making everyone happy, it’s about being humble and burying the hatchet with our enemies... Hence, if some people out there tend to have misunderstandings with me, let’s solve it as soon as possible... I am sure there would be at least one person... haha... Let’s not brag it further... What’s the point in doing so?? Without you cooperation, I can’t change things...

And yeah... Sometimes, when I read blogs of certain people, I tend to respect them more.... For example, the blog I mentioned earlier. I respect her without her knowledge... haha... And yeah, there is another guy... I happen to respect him more and more as I read his blog... Reading another person’s blog is fun... you get to learn a lot and live life in a better way or at least change your perceptions on life....

P.S: Don’t do it often... It’s a waste of time... haha

Peace Out ;-)



Author: Vinod Surendiram
•11:53 PM
Hey blogy.... It has been a long time huh... Have been busy lately... Anyway, I was successful in allocating some Zeit (means time in german) for my dearest blogy.. lol... What is it about this time around?? It’s about appreciating others... I mean life is all about appreciating one’s existence and being appreciated...

Sometimes, we tend to forget that every single human being has his/her own feelings and emotions... I mean... without these elements... we can’t be human right... So, we should learn to appreciate one and his feelings... Appreciate and understand... I’ve learnt through experiences... Yeah... I thought my 3rd sem would be smooth... However... had a tough time at one point... Anyway, with enough support from my family and friends, I bounced back... I hope everything wouldn't prolong anymore... tired of all these stuffs...

Sometimes... it’s not about who is right... It’s about what is right... I am not gonna claim this as my quote... haha... A friend of mine, Wafi told this a few days ago...The most important thing in life is to appreciate one when he is near at sight... Do not regret for not doing so when he goes far away from u... Life is like a road... Sometimes... the friction is less and sometimes it is terrible... But no matter what... we have to travel on and cling on to each other... The key to cling on: UNDERSTAND... yeah... sometimes... understanding one is the only way to prevent frictions from tearing us apart... No matter how steep the mountain is... we have to climb it together... And when you have an argument with a friend of yours, do not involve the insignificant 3rd parties in it... These people are the ones who would make things worse...

Do not make up your own conclusions on a person... Respect everyone... Be humble.... Do not be over proud of yourself... I can still remember one quote from Mother Teresa;

“Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing”


Smiling is a simple thing... However, look at the outcome... It can spark an endless effect on a person... What I am trying to say is... Sometimes... it is not about colliding head to head with another person... It’s about discussing in a positive and healthy way... not in an illiterate manner... We should not look down upon others...

And yeah... We should always watch our words... Sometimes...exchange of words can leave a bigger trace in one's heart rather than physical encounters... One would never forget words you uttered if those words offended him/her.

Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny....


Hence, it’s simple as ABC... When you have an argument with a friend of yours... just have a heart to heart talk and sort things out... It’s not about backstabbing, involving a 3rd person or developing the argument day by day... A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are.

I think that’s all for now..... I am glad that things are getting better in my side of world now... Never give up when things are not fine.... Never give up when you seems like nothing goes in your way... sometimes... the solution is just on the other side of giving up.... If you hold on to what you believe, you will force your way to the solution which is just a few miles from giving up... That’s all for now... I hope that things would get better after this...

And yeah... one important thing... For all of you who catch a glimpse of this post, please don’t get offended in any way thinking that I am trying to offend you or start up an argument with you by this post... I don’t have such intentions... This post is just to spread a message to everyone out there... Hence, the author is not responsible for any damage in any ways... =)

Peace out ;-)



Author: Vinod Surendiram
•10:00 AM


I am searching and searching and searching but I can’t find it... What am I searching for??? The old Vinod I use to know... Yes, I feel like I am lost in a dense forest... I am not the same person I used to know... I hate it at times... When can I regain my old form???... I’ve changed a lot... And it seems to be very difficult to change back to the person I was once... My current form is causing me a lot of troubles mentally... What has happened to me?? I wonder and wonder and wonder... Now, I know why my URL is set as http://www.vinodinWONDERland.com How long do I have to be like this?? All I can do now is hope for a better tomorrow...

Peace out ;-)
Author: Vinod Surendiram
•10:35 PM




A few months back, on a usual Friday that one would never expect much... I was waiting in a bus stop with Sujes, a friend of mine... We had classes earlier that day... After our classes, we planned to head to Kolej Cemara /Akasia to photostat some important notes (that’s part of a student’s life right) photostating things, running around here and there and yet having tons of assignments to do... lol...

After having our lunch, we walked all the way to the bus stop outside intec... On Friday, busses would not wait for us in our campus... We have to walk all the way outside our campus past few flats.... And yes, we did... Cendana busses are normally limited as there were more students in Cemara compared to cendana.... On that day, it was all opposite... There were Cendana busses waiting for us and all the Cemara busses had moved earlier... What a bad luck.. When we need cendana, cemara is there and vice versa...

Feeling dejected, both of us thought of waiting for the next Cemara bus if there were any... We waited in a small bus stop facing a kindergarden.... Tadika Priyaah I guess... Without any hesitation, Sujes took his earphone out and listened to some melodious beats... I had my earphone too... However, when I am out, I dislike using it... I prefer observing people and the scenery around me... I was looking all around while sujes was busy listening to his tunes.... All of a sudden, something caught my sight... I saw cute, bubbly kids coming out of the kindergarden... A woman(their teacher I guess) leaded them to the other side of the road where their parents were eagerly waiting for their kids...

That particular scene carved a smile on my face.... It reminded me of my childhood and how much I’ve experienced till that particular moment of my life... I was kinda sad too... Reminded me of home and so on... Being a small kid was nice.... Nothing to worry about... Running and playing around happily with my siblings, friends and so on... Miss those good old moments... Nowadays... life is not the same anymore... We are all apart... I can still remember... During our usual arguments at that time, my mother would often interrupt advice us not to fight as this is the time for us to enjoy being together... At that moment, I did not understand what she actually meant.. I nodded like a puppet... Now, I do understand...

There is one odd thing with us as human beings.... When we are young, we rush to grow up... When we are grown up, we long to be children again... As we get older, greater responsibilities come by our way... Being a kid, we don’t stress up our mind thinking on let downs... We ignore them... Nowadays... a minor let down takes a long time to heal.... Sometimes, I feel like growing up is a tough process... Anyway, nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending... Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.....

-No matter what happens, life has to go on...-



Peace Out ;-)
Author: Vinod Surendiram
•4:28 AM
Finally... the time has come... For us to cheer for our respective teams and burn the midnight oil for priceless soccer matches... Yes... FIFA world cup is finally here... I wanted to blog on this even before the start of the world cup... Anyway, I was a little busy... No matter what, I believe it is never too late as only a few matches have been played so far... You might be wondering what do vuvuzelas and jabulani actually mean... Vuvuzela is an instrument which produces a monotonous sound... very noisy... sounds like flies all around... According to a friend of mine, Jeeva, even players can’t communicate with each other during matches with the presence of vuvuzelas... What an awesome instrument...haha... The tradition of South Africa... Meanwhile, Jabulani is the name of the ball used in this World Cup... Jabulani means ‘happy’ in the African language... Just googled it a few seconds ago... :)

FIFA world cup 2010, South Africa- A tournament that unites fans from all over the world... Some people might consider being in the so called ‘football fever’ as crazy... However, I don’t think so as I can see many positive outcomes from it... In a world full of corruption and war, FIFA helps to unite people of different races, skin colours and religious backgrounds for one cause... Let us not go too far... In our very own family, we can strengthen the bond when we sit for soccer matches and watch them together... Do you think we have much time to spend with each other in this fast paced world??... I can still remember... Long long ago, I read an article regarding a girl on how football changed her life and relationship with her dad in the Readest Digest magazine... Initially, she wasn’t close to her dad at all... It’s like staying under the same roof without knowing what happens to each other... FIFA gave her an opportunity that she needed... FIFA provides an awesome platform for everyone... Even though I love tennis to the max, I still have a never ending passion for this tourney which occurs every 4 years... It’s something special...

My pick... Well, let’s see... If Malaysia had qualified for the World Cup, I might have shown support for my very own home team... Anyway, Malaysia is not in... I’ve been supporting the same team since the very first day I know what football is- ENGLAND... England attracts me in certain ways that other teams do not... Watching England on the pitch is really special... As for club, I have been supporting Man Utd for years... I’ve never changed these two squads since the very first day I started watching football... Anyway, this year, I include Germany in my list as my second choice team as I have some sentimental reasons for it... Germany is an awesome team too... Watching England perform in the first round was not that good... In my opinion, their performance was not that good compared to major teams like Argentina and Germany... England managed to grab a draw with USA 1-1... Meanwhile, the Germans started their campaign with a high note... Beating Australia 4-0... No matter what, my support for the English team will never fade... I hope that they will perform better in the next match... I would like to see em lifting the trophy... Let’s see if it happens... Before I end this post, I’d like to emphasise again that soccer is not just about being crazy and so on... For most people out there, it means a lot more than that... Pick your team now and get on the floor!!! That’s all for now my dear blogy...



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Peace Out ;-)

Author: Vinod Surendiram
•10:22 AM
I can still remember the very first day I stepped into Kolej Cendana. Before receiving my offer letter, I had no idea where on earth Kolej Cendana is... I surfed the net numerous times and found out some useful informations and photos. I bet those fresh juniors of year 2010 would be doing the same thing by now...

28th June 2010>>> the day I stepped into Kolej Cendana... At first, I was nervous... My blood froze and my heart beat was at a speed of 500mph... (hyperbole I guess)... I was unsure what Cendana has to offer me... I met lots of fresh faces the first day I registered... I was placed in the same room 5 other guys: Haneef (we call him bird or just anep), Jeeva(the huge guy), Navin(the good listener), Lim Yi Fei(the funny Guy) and Amni(the serious ‘at times’ guy)... I was hoping that my roommates would be good friends of mine.. And yes!! They did... A year has passed and the bond between us is still there... Hopefully, it will always be there... Of course we had ups and downs... minor arguments and so on... Anyway, that’s life... It’s better to look at the brighter part of it...

Anyway, Cendana has always been a meaningful hostel for me as it is where I started a new of phase of my life called as ‘Hostel Life’... Back then in high school... I used to go back home every day with a broad smile on my face... My school is kinda semi-boarding school... It’s optional for one to stay there or outside... Obviously, I wasn’t a hostel resident... When I stepped into Cendana... things were really different and most importantly... tough... Yes... I had to adapt to a new environment (Trust me, it took quite some time for me to succeed in it), being away from parents... missing my family, feeling bored (most of my roommates go back every weekend- I am left alone with aneep in d room) , had 2 do all tasks by my own and so on...

However, I learnt things slowly... I always made sure that things were in place... Jeeva used to call me ‘Mr Ordnung’... Ordnung means ‘in order’ in the German language... I gained lots of new experience that I can proudly reflect back... haha... However, to be honest... I admit that I complained a lot when I first entered Cendana... We even made jokes when the staff told us that we have to be proud that we are in Cendana as that’s an elite place... I was wondering what the word ‘elite’ really meant.. haha.. We compared Cendana with other hostels and so on... Finally, when we had to leave, we realised Cendana is not that bad as what we first thought...

Now, let’s cut the crap... I’ll take you on a brief journey around Cendana... Ready?? Move it people!!!

The front gate...

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The guard house...

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A tranquil park opposite Cendana...

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The Dobi Room (you’ll have to pay RM2.50 per wash)

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The UiTM bus...

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The courts in Cendana...

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Study room in Cendana...

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Staircase in Cendana...

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My room in Cendana...

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My block...

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Back view of my block...

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Dawood Restraunt (only restraunt here besides Mc Don-not mc donald)

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A burger stall...

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The police quarters opposite Cendana...

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Night view of Cendana...

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Housing area next to Cendana...

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The other day... I was walking with my friend Saadoun(i call him Don)... We were reflecting back those good times we had in Cendana when all of a sudden, without a warning... Don asked me, ‘Hey Vinod, do you know the difference between hotel and hostel?? I took a rough guess by pointing out the most obvious difference that I noticed- the word ‘S’. He said, ‘Yes you are right. Do you know what the word ‘S’ represent??’ I said No... Then, he continued... ‘S’ stands for SHARE... Hostel is where you share lots of things... Experiences, lame stories, happiness, sadness, certain stuffs that you can share... I was dumbstruck for a moment thinking how creative my friend was... However, that impression just lasted just for a while... He continued by saying, ‘My teacher told me this”... Hahaha.. Anyway, a big round of applause for don for sharing a useful piece of message!!! That’s all for now dear blogy... Sorry for not being in action for a long period of time... I had my finals... Couldn’t log in... For all those fresh juniors out there, I hope that you will appreciate your stay at Cendana!!!

Peace out ppl
;-)
Author: Vinod Surendiram
•12:21 PM
I don't know why... At many points of my life... I am tied between zwei(two in german language) situations. It's like having two options and not being able to choose any of them... It's like both have equal amount of pros and cons... When I was a child... things were not this tough... Nowadays... everything seems to be tough... Besides, I am not that good in making decisions... This adds up more woes to my problem ... I don’t know when will things settle down but I am hoping for it to settle down as fast as possible... Let us hope for a better future my dear blogy....

PeAcE OuT ;-)
Vinod
Author: Vinod Surendiram
•11:14 PM
Finally, after much hesitation, here I am today... My very first blog... Previously, I had a blog in friendster but that didn’t work out well... Then, I shifted to an online diary but that wasn’t ideal either... My friends have always asked me to start up a blogspot or whatever you call it... I once labelled ‘blogs’ as a waste of time... But now, my perception on blogs has changed... I believe it’s never too late... I’ve read lots and lots of blogs before belonging to my friends... Some of them would share their experiences... Some would just use their blogs to condemn or in our Malaysian language, (kutuk) people indirectly and some just post in random stuffs... What about me ??? How is my blog gonna roll down the floor??? My title says it all... A WaLk To ReMeMbEr...

My blog revolves mostly on me and people around me... It’s about how I feel... the latest happenings or whatever I feel like posting in... Why do I call it A Walk To Remember??? Back then when I was in school, I never had the thought of starting up a blog... However...When I stepped into colls life... things were not easy as it used to be...What else can you expect from a freshman like me??? A new environment, being apart from family, new friends and it was a fresh start... I couldn’t share many things with people around me... Hence, the best way is by having a blog of my own where I can record my daily occurrence and anything I’d like to keep track of...

One day, when I look back, I am sure this blog will remind me of bitter sweet memories I went through. I always believe that life is a journey.. a journey full of thorns, tendrils and flowers too... I’d like to remember my walk through the journey of life... Hence, I officially named my blog- A WaLk To ReMeMbEr... People I met, daily happenings, how I felt and so on... It’s all about me and I would post things in randomly when I feel like doing so...Might be often at times.... and might not be often at times... No matter what, I believe that this blog would reflect so many things when I read it back.... and for those of you who are currently reading my post... Thank you very much..  That’s all for now I guess...

PeAcE OuT ;-)
Vinod