Part 1
Part 2
I kinda rushed through the previous part cause I'm getting emotional.
Remembered what I said about the beach BBQ thingy in the last post?
Yeah, nothing bad actually happened there; in fact, it all went too well.
A little too well...
I clearly remember how the situation was last year; it was pure chaos. During our 2011 class trip, S3 was split into two groups, and the members rarely interact with each other. At the beach, after lighting up the fire, we all sat with one another, and the atmosphere was nothing but silence. Yeah, there were chatters and stuffs, but it was only between our group members, and no one else.
I can't believe how many friendship opportunities did I miss out that time.
Fast forward to the night of 28th December 2012. Yes, we lighted up another fire, this time for BBQ. I sensed no hatred towards each other; we freely chatted with one another, laughed with each other, and helped one another barbeque the meats. Unlike 2011, there was not a single time did I see anyone belonging to a certain "group", other than the huge group, which is S3.
This is what I call a family.
Although we were broken, scattered and lost in the past, we eventually learned how to embrace and accept each other for their personalities, talents and flaws.
2012 is certainly a very eventful year for me, not just because our class had finally became a family I can be proud of, but also due to many, many other happenings.
Compared to what I've said in the past, and the beginning of the year, I'm proud to say that I've met many, many new friends, and also reconcile friendship bonds with people who I seldom mix with in the past. Although still childish, I've learned how to be (slightly more) independent. Now, I don't really need to rely on my own friends to get to know other friends; I've learned how to communicate with strangers, which some of them would gradually become my best friends.
Too many things happened during the course of this year alone. Memories of the first day of Form Five are still echoing in my mind, as if it were yesterday.
Why didn't I bond with my class earlier? Why does it have to be the end of the year that I started to mix in with everyone? Why couldn't I be a friendlier person when I started high school? Why?
So many questions left unanswered, and they may never will be answered until the end of time.
Well, I guess this is all part of growing up.
The same goes to every single one of us in :@) gang. We started off being childish little bastards that just wanted to play and laugh at every moment, to brothers that genuinely cares for each other. Each of us had our own personal problems, whether it's related to trivial issues like love and relationships, to more mature issues like politics and the environment.
Looking back into my past blog posts, I realized that I've changed quite a lot, not all for the better though. Maybe I've gotten a little more emotional, maybe a little more mature? I'm not sure, and I don't wish to be sure about it.
This year will remain as a year of transition from my innocent teenage years to adulthood.
All the outings, the gatherings, trips, meetups and events that I've attended and organized, will forever be carved onto the walls of my mind. This year is the most meaningful year for me.
I've done most, if not all that I wanted to do this year, and I'm proud to say that some of them heavily exceeded my expectations, although some were letdowns. But nevertheless, I'm proud to say that each and every one of them left a mark in my life, whether or not positive or negative.
This is my last blog post of 2012, as it's 11.48pm now. I pray that the year ahead will be a blessed one, and another positively memorable one. I pray that I'll be more mature, and act less like a child sometimes, and be more independent, and meet new friends that will love me for who I am. I pray that I may be blessed with the strength to overcome any obstacles, and pray for guidance for my future decisions.
As the pendulum swings and the year's ending, I wish that all of you, regardless of who you are, a very prosperous and memorable new year, a year of positive memories and good luck, and a year of everlasting happiness.
I'm ready for it.
- End of 2012.
Monday, December 31, 2012
2012 - This is my family.
Part 1
This post will be about the S3 class trip (yeah, it's gonna be super long and super wordy).
Reached Kanna at 7.30am, and almost immediately fell asleep on the table (I didn't really sleep well the night before). A cup of hot coffee opened my eyes instantly, as I began crapping with random classmates.
First location: Broga Hill.
So we took the bus (the same one as last year, and the A4 trip lol.) to a temple. Great, so SPM sapped away my already low stamina; I got (kinda) exhausted after climbing up a handful of steps on the stairs. But whatever, so we reached some place where there's a statue of a monkey (Chee Seng) and a very cute animal that Au Yong loves the most. After draining half of our cameras' batteries in that area, we headed to some hill nearby, after crossing a hanging bridge. Oh, and Au Yong danced (again) Gangnam Style across the bridge, and people were screaming for help.
We walked up the hill and were bathing in our own sweat. So there's another monkey statue on the top of it. Cool. Then I realized that the temple wasn't actually Broga Hill (yes I'm slow), so I was like meh, how hard could it be to hike an approx. 50m hill?
The bus stopped at some wasteland far, far away from the entrance of the hill, and the signboard said "1.7km to Broga Hill". Oh wow, I'm so gonna die. Well, it wasn't too long till we reached some kind of rest area, where the aunty there sells drinks, and Red Bull. Yay. So I bought one and drank 80% of it, and had enough energy to climb up the rest of the hill (it was hell).
Climbed all the way until some part where my gastritis struck again. Shit. I kinda panicked. Maybe my breakfast wasn't enough? Whatever, I was still comfortable enough to actually stand (lol). Au Yong played Negaraku on his phone, and we all stood up and sang it. And some hikers also stopped in their tracks and stood still. After the song ended, we met some of those hikers descending down the hill and one of them praised us. Au Yong made S3 proud.
Managed to descend all the way back to the rest area before my gastritis totally reigned over my body. And this continued for the rest of the day. Damn.
After that, we went to some coffee shop to have lunch. Too bad I was still suffering from the nausea caused by gastritis, so I kinda missed out on the really mouth-watering curry. ): boo.
Went to some observational tower after that, and oh boy, the view was pretty splendid, but other than that, it was more like a time-waster.
Then we took a rather long bus ride to our wonderful, magnificent bungalow; and it comes with a swimming pool. That alone is enough to satisfy my needs.
Gastritis kinda ruined my night though. D:
Second day, my stomach's finally killed off the freaking gastritis. Yay. So we ate bread (totally not Gardenia). I then realized that some of the guys didn't sleep at all, which earned them my respect.
So we took the bus to some Maritime Museum, which basically consists of a huge wooden boat anchored onto a sea of pebbles, and a rather small building. Honestly, the place is really, really clean, and I'm kinda impressed about it.
After walking through the interior of the boat thingy (and relearning our History, again), we went to some nearby spot to take a group photo, and Mun Chun asked an American (?) guy to help us take the pic. So because of that, we made a new friend. Awesome. Then, we went to that building thingy, which was some sort of "meteorite museum" thingy. Meh, nothing special.
Then we went to some nearby "megamall" to have lunch. The food court ain't that bad, not as good as I expected, but whatever. After that, we went around the mall to shop for Christmas presents.
And here comes the trolling.
Au Yong decided to buy a new pair of shoes, and we went to the shoe store. He bought a RM99 pair of black shoes, which was (obviously) packed inside a shoe box. Then we started finding the others and walking to random places, before coming across an area where loads of souvenirs are sold. Me, Au Yong and Chuen Hong decided to troll some people, thus we started scavenging for extremely useful presents.
We came across a shop where we saw a very cute chicken.
Chuen Hong bought it for RM15, and it was just too cute. I mean, the noise it made was just so beautiful.
I bought a very special box and some roaches. I was totally in a prankster mood that day.
And Au Yong? Oh well, he simply bought a pair of stupidly looking wooden sandals and replaced the RM99 pair of fascinating shoes in the box with a RM10 pair of unwearable souvenir.
Awesome.
After that, we went to some cafe thingy and celebrated Kit Yan's birthday there. Oh, and apparently Chee Seng kinda "confessed" to her, which was totally epic die. The cakes were scrumptious as well.
Skipping the beach BBQ for now, I'll continue about it in the next part.
Third day, we woke up for another round of Massimo bread, this time (finally) with some meat on. Well, just some, but better than none.
A Famosa's Water World was well, not actually that good; but since I'm with friends, going anywhere is fun. I swam for a bit in the lazy river thingy, before becoming some sort of motor to pull the girls' floating tubes to the end. Damn, I was exhausted. Lol.
The rides (or should I say slides) were really, really fun, especially the High Speed one. Seriously, free fall is one of the best feelings one could ever experience, better than any roller coaster.
Hmm, I guess that ends all the random information about HK trip / class trip. Next post's gonna be emotional.
- End of Part 2
This post will be about the S3 class trip (yeah, it's gonna be super long and super wordy).
Reached Kanna at 7.30am, and almost immediately fell asleep on the table (I didn't really sleep well the night before). A cup of hot coffee opened my eyes instantly, as I began crapping with random classmates.
First location: Broga Hill.
So we took the bus (the same one as last year, and the A4 trip lol.) to a temple. Great, so SPM sapped away my already low stamina; I got (kinda) exhausted after climbing up a handful of steps on the stairs. But whatever, so we reached some place where there's a statue of a monkey (Chee Seng) and a very cute animal that Au Yong loves the most. After draining half of our cameras' batteries in that area, we headed to some hill nearby, after crossing a hanging bridge. Oh, and Au Yong danced (again) Gangnam Style across the bridge, and people were screaming for help.
We walked up the hill and were bathing in our own sweat. So there's another monkey statue on the top of it. Cool. Then I realized that the temple wasn't actually Broga Hill (yes I'm slow), so I was like meh, how hard could it be to hike an approx. 50m hill?
The bus stopped at some wasteland far, far away from the entrance of the hill, and the signboard said "1.7km to Broga Hill". Oh wow, I'm so gonna die. Well, it wasn't too long till we reached some kind of rest area, where the aunty there sells drinks, and Red Bull. Yay. So I bought one and drank 80% of it, and had enough energy to climb up the rest of the hill (it was hell).
Climbed all the way until some part where my gastritis struck again. Shit. I kinda panicked. Maybe my breakfast wasn't enough? Whatever, I was still comfortable enough to actually stand (lol). Au Yong played Negaraku on his phone, and we all stood up and sang it. And some hikers also stopped in their tracks and stood still. After the song ended, we met some of those hikers descending down the hill and one of them praised us. Au Yong made S3 proud.
Managed to descend all the way back to the rest area before my gastritis totally reigned over my body. And this continued for the rest of the day. Damn.
After that, we went to some coffee shop to have lunch. Too bad I was still suffering from the nausea caused by gastritis, so I kinda missed out on the really mouth-watering curry. ): boo.
Went to some observational tower after that, and oh boy, the view was pretty splendid, but other than that, it was more like a time-waster.
Then we took a rather long bus ride to our wonderful, magnificent bungalow; and it comes with a swimming pool. That alone is enough to satisfy my needs.
Gastritis kinda ruined my night though. D:
Second day, my stomach's finally killed off the freaking gastritis. Yay. So we ate bread (totally not Gardenia). I then realized that some of the guys didn't sleep at all, which earned them my respect.
So we took the bus to some Maritime Museum, which basically consists of a huge wooden boat anchored onto a sea of pebbles, and a rather small building. Honestly, the place is really, really clean, and I'm kinda impressed about it.
After walking through the interior of the boat thingy (and relearning our History, again), we went to some nearby spot to take a group photo, and Mun Chun asked an American (?) guy to help us take the pic. So because of that, we made a new friend. Awesome. Then, we went to that building thingy, which was some sort of "meteorite museum" thingy. Meh, nothing special.
Then we went to some nearby "megamall" to have lunch. The food court ain't that bad, not as good as I expected, but whatever. After that, we went around the mall to shop for Christmas presents.
And here comes the trolling.
Au Yong decided to buy a new pair of shoes, and we went to the shoe store. He bought a RM99 pair of black shoes, which was (obviously) packed inside a shoe box. Then we started finding the others and walking to random places, before coming across an area where loads of souvenirs are sold. Me, Au Yong and Chuen Hong decided to troll some people, thus we started scavenging for extremely useful presents.
We came across a shop where we saw a very cute chicken.
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| A very, very cute chicken. |
Chuen Hong bought it for RM15, and it was just too cute. I mean, the noise it made was just so beautiful.
I bought a very special box and some roaches. I was totally in a prankster mood that day.
And Au Yong? Oh well, he simply bought a pair of stupidly looking wooden sandals and replaced the RM99 pair of fascinating shoes in the box with a RM10 pair of unwearable souvenir.
Awesome.
After that, we went to some cafe thingy and celebrated Kit Yan's birthday there. Oh, and apparently Chee Seng kinda "confessed" to her, which was totally epic die. The cakes were scrumptious as well.
Skipping the beach BBQ for now, I'll continue about it in the next part.
Third day, we woke up for another round of Massimo bread, this time (finally) with some meat on. Well, just some, but better than none.
A Famosa's Water World was well, not actually that good; but since I'm with friends, going anywhere is fun. I swam for a bit in the lazy river thingy, before becoming some sort of motor to pull the girls' floating tubes to the end. Damn, I was exhausted. Lol.
The rides (or should I say slides) were really, really fun, especially the High Speed one. Seriously, free fall is one of the best feelings one could ever experience, better than any roller coaster.
Hmm, I guess that ends all the random information about HK trip / class trip. Next post's gonna be emotional.
- End of Part 2
2012 - The definition of crazy.
Phew, I never thought that my post-SPM schedule would be full of
outings, gatherings and whatnot. There's that prom night that was so
awesomely memorable, three outings to Pavilion (like seriously,
what the hell), an outing to Sunway (ice skating ftw), a badminton
outing, and well most importantly, that stupidly crazily fun trip to
Hong Kong and two gatherings with S3.
I don't feel like writing a ten thousand-worded post, so I'll (try to) summarize it.
The trip to HK was just, crazy. All of us stayed overnight in Au Yong's house the night before our flight (I only slept for two hours wtf), and his dad fetched us to KLIA at six in the morning (damn that's early). It was a really beautiful car ride, for sleeping that is.
The rather short four-hour ride in the (admittedly, pretty decent) plane was extremely beautiful as well.
And the bus ride to some unknown place miles away from our five-star hotel was just, wonderful (yay for free wifi).
Unsurprisingly, we were lost in the middle of some desert filled with people who only know Cantonese. And it was raining. Brilliant.
So the hotel staff somehow fell in love with all of us innocent kids and upgraded our room to a suite. I was so excited.
Oh, so the bathroom doesn't have opaque walls? Instead there's just a huge glass wall separating the place where people shit and the actual bedroom? Oh wow so they installed (switch-controlled) curtains to cover the glass in case someone does not like being photographed shitting in some blue-watered toilet. This is totally an architectural masterpiece. And there's an embedded LCD TV in front of the bathtub, totally high-tech. And we were all so satisfied that the bathroom door couldn't be locked, so peeking is highly recommended.
Seriously, I can't believe that each of us paid approximately RM600 just to wash ourselves in some stupid transparent bathroom for couples. I mean come on, they expect us to pay for some shitass coffee packs, and potato chips. What is a five-star hotel with no free coffee? Damn it.
Hey, the internet speed there is super fast, so whatever.
Before boarding the MTR (which is basically Hong Kong's MRT), each of us bought an Octopus Card (similar to a Touch-n-Go), which cost HKD150 (approx. RM60). Instead of touching the card at the card reader, Jer Shyan forced the card into the ticket reader, and the card got stuck inside (and the machine was unusable because of it), so he went to buy another card. We totally laughed our asses out.
The Peak was colder than a block of ice. Being Au Yong, he brought along a Malaysia flag and waved it at the top of the (oddly shaped) building; Malaysia should be proud of him. We even took a photo with it, and the people there were totally staring at us like we're from Pluto or something.
Anddddd we ate McDonalds for dinner. Wtf. Go HK still wanna eat American food. So fail lah. Well, at least the fries were good.
We (Me, Au Yong, Jer Shyan) had loads of fun discoing in our (connecting) rooms, effectively disturbing the other three (Au Yong dancing on their beds really helped a lot). Mission accomplished.
Went to Lantau Island the next day, and we had to ride a cable car (Ngong Ping 360) to the core (??) of the island. Since the ride took like forever, Au Yong started to dance, and Ting Jie was screaming and scolding him to stop, but he didn't, obviously. And we eventually got bored again and started waving at random people in the returning cable car that was heading towards the opposite direction.
Skipping past the rather average lunch and the supremely long stairways up to the huge Buddha statue, on the huge circular platform that supported the statue, Jer Shyan placed a bet with Au Yong that he'll give him HKD 50 (RM20) if he took off his shirt in public, and he did exactly so. I still can't really believe that he actually did that.
So after heading back to Hong Kong Island, we took the MTR and went to totally random places (since our schedule for the day basically ended already), and I just tagged along.
Ocean Park on the third day, and being me, I was anticipating it very much. Yeah, it ain't as picturesque as Disneyland, but it was still amazing. Went to the Aquarium first (I personally think that Malaysia's very own Aquaria is better), then we went so some kind of panda world, and brought some souvenirs there. Oh, and we saw two (very, very lonely) pandas there, and one of my friends said they bought them from China. Cool.
The real fun only started when we reached the Summit (which is actually the "extreme" part of Ocean Park) and instantly got on two different rides. The Flash was well, some huge spinning thingy that well, spins, and loops around. Hair Raiser (such a meaningful name) was a lot better, but the ride felt a little too "safe" to be scary.
Then we had some airline-quality lunch that cost more than a five-star meal; it isn't that bad, it's just well, a little too average.
Me and Jer Shyan rode The Eagle, the kind of ride that sends you all the way to some five hundred miles up in the air before dropping you to the ground. A mere two seconds of adrenaline rush will never be enough for me.
After descending from the Summit, we arrived at some place called "Old Hong Kong".
And the next day, with the others heading back to Malaysia, I resumed my HK trip with my family. Ivan told me that they boarded the 4.05pm flight at 4.02pm, and I didn't know whether to laugh or to pity them.
- End of Part 1
I don't feel like writing a ten thousand-worded post, so I'll (try to) summarize it.
The trip to HK was just, crazy. All of us stayed overnight in Au Yong's house the night before our flight (I only slept for two hours wtf), and his dad fetched us to KLIA at six in the morning (damn that's early). It was a really beautiful car ride, for sleeping that is.
The rather short four-hour ride in the (admittedly, pretty decent) plane was extremely beautiful as well.
And the bus ride to some unknown place miles away from our five-star hotel was just, wonderful (yay for free wifi).
Unsurprisingly, we were lost in the middle of some desert filled with people who only know Cantonese. And it was raining. Brilliant.
So the hotel staff somehow fell in love with all of us innocent kids and upgraded our room to a suite. I was so excited.
Oh, so the bathroom doesn't have opaque walls? Instead there's just a huge glass wall separating the place where people shit and the actual bedroom? Oh wow so they installed (switch-controlled) curtains to cover the glass in case someone does not like being photographed shitting in some blue-watered toilet. This is totally an architectural masterpiece. And there's an embedded LCD TV in front of the bathtub, totally high-tech. And we were all so satisfied that the bathroom door couldn't be locked, so peeking is highly recommended.
Seriously, I can't believe that each of us paid approximately RM600 just to wash ourselves in some stupid transparent bathroom for couples. I mean come on, they expect us to pay for some shitass coffee packs, and potato chips. What is a five-star hotel with no free coffee? Damn it.
Hey, the internet speed there is super fast, so whatever.
Before boarding the MTR (which is basically Hong Kong's MRT), each of us bought an Octopus Card (similar to a Touch-n-Go), which cost HKD150 (approx. RM60). Instead of touching the card at the card reader, Jer Shyan forced the card into the ticket reader, and the card got stuck inside (and the machine was unusable because of it), so he went to buy another card. We totally laughed our asses out.
The Peak was colder than a block of ice. Being Au Yong, he brought along a Malaysia flag and waved it at the top of the (oddly shaped) building; Malaysia should be proud of him. We even took a photo with it, and the people there were totally staring at us like we're from Pluto or something.
Anddddd we ate McDonalds for dinner. Wtf. Go HK still wanna eat American food. So fail lah. Well, at least the fries were good.
We (Me, Au Yong, Jer Shyan) had loads of fun discoing in our (connecting) rooms, effectively disturbing the other three (Au Yong dancing on their beds really helped a lot). Mission accomplished.
Went to Lantau Island the next day, and we had to ride a cable car (Ngong Ping 360) to the core (??) of the island. Since the ride took like forever, Au Yong started to dance, and Ting Jie was screaming and scolding him to stop, but he didn't, obviously. And we eventually got bored again and started waving at random people in the returning cable car that was heading towards the opposite direction.
Skipping past the rather average lunch and the supremely long stairways up to the huge Buddha statue, on the huge circular platform that supported the statue, Jer Shyan placed a bet with Au Yong that he'll give him HKD 50 (RM20) if he took off his shirt in public, and he did exactly so. I still can't really believe that he actually did that.
So after heading back to Hong Kong Island, we took the MTR and went to totally random places (since our schedule for the day basically ended already), and I just tagged along.
Ocean Park on the third day, and being me, I was anticipating it very much. Yeah, it ain't as picturesque as Disneyland, but it was still amazing. Went to the Aquarium first (I personally think that Malaysia's very own Aquaria is better), then we went so some kind of panda world, and brought some souvenirs there. Oh, and we saw two (very, very lonely) pandas there, and one of my friends said they bought them from China. Cool.
The real fun only started when we reached the Summit (which is actually the "extreme" part of Ocean Park) and instantly got on two different rides. The Flash was well, some huge spinning thingy that well, spins, and loops around. Hair Raiser (such a meaningful name) was a lot better, but the ride felt a little too "safe" to be scary.
Then we had some airline-quality lunch that cost more than a five-star meal; it isn't that bad, it's just well, a little too average.
Me and Jer Shyan rode The Eagle, the kind of ride that sends you all the way to some five hundred miles up in the air before dropping you to the ground. A mere two seconds of adrenaline rush will never be enough for me.
After descending from the Summit, we arrived at some place called "Old Hong Kong".
And the next day, with the others heading back to Malaysia, I resumed my HK trip with my family. Ivan told me that they boarded the 4.05pm flight at 4.02pm, and I didn't know whether to laugh or to pity them.
- End of Part 1
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
The Last Christmas
It was right after a
massive snowstorm, the lonely buildings and blistered roads were smothered by
snow white crystals. There were no skyscrapers in sight, which was never a
wonder, as it was the city of greed’s abandoned outskirts. The handful of
people who worked there were those that chose not to beg for empty cash on the
cold, frozen streets. Why did they call it a “street” when a single vehicle was
not to be seen? Nobody knew, maybe the people of the city had a little too much
fortune to spend?
She was not the only one
sitting by the frosty sidewalk; there were at least ten other people begging on
the same deserted street, hoping for a mere penny that would allow them to buy
what? Absolutely nothing, as the nearest bakery or food store was located deep
within the city, and they cost at least a mountain of trivial pennies, or maybe
two mountains. But unlike her peers, which were mostly in their mid-fifties or
sixties, she was barely five. She didn’t wear the “luxurious” sweaters and
jackets that the others wore, but instead she had an excuse of a torn black
cloth draped over her heavily stitched short-sleeved shirt. It wouldn’t be a
weird sight if she shivered, but she
didn’t. Her cold receptors were functioning perfectly; but she just didn’t
sense the wrath of the freezing atmosphere, whereas her peers were all
shivering so hard that one may actually feel the earth moving. Her long blonde
hair was allowed to waterfall down her forehead to shield her from the
deleterious white bullets flying directly onto her heavily scarred, but still
recognizable face. She was dirtied and blemished, but her heart was not and
never will be.
Beside her was a body, a
corpse in fact, a decomposing one, one that emits such a pungent smell that it
actually chased away the flies. It was the former shell of her beloved mother,
who succumbed to an extremely contagious fatal disease. Even though the
treatment was dead cheap, they couldn’t seek medical help, as they were the
slaves of cheap meaningless cash; slaves of the rich and slaves of the
noblemen. They could do nothing, not even selling off their “home”, as it was a
frivolous wooden shelter, crafted by the vehement hands of her diligent father,
and was worth barely two pennies.
Where was her father at
that time of distress? Oh well, he went far, far away to seek medical help,
claiming to know a doctor “of the highest sagacity”, one who would work for
free; but it was fourteen days since
he took off, and there were no signs of him, not even a letter. However, his
only daughter hadn’t lose her miniscule amount of hope yet; she still believed
that one day, her father would be back, healthily and gleefully, along with the
best physician in the world. But it was too late.
It was a very dark night;
darker than all nights; darker than darkness itself. She was looking after her
infected mother in their shelter, when the people who didn’t bother to donate
or sponsor the stupidly cheap treatment became devils. They took initiative and
turned the pitiful family’s shelter into a blazing sun that scintillated the
night. The two managed to escape the scorching heat, but everything else
didn’t. They lost all of their hard-earned food supply, their protection
against the deadly frost, and everything else; nothing could be salvaged. Well,
maybe two small pieces of charcoal, but nothing else.
They ended up being
stranded in the middle of the most penniless street, living a life worse than
poverty.
She scouted the area for
a piece of broken cardboard, which didn’t take too long to find, as the area
was infested with garbage. She intended to write out a message, as she couldn’t
actually speak. Her child’s mind caused her to attempt using the soft, fluffy
snow to trace out the words, but it failed without doubt, as the white pillows
would fall off when the board was held vertically. Her heart was crying frozen
tears, as she wanted to give up; she needed someone to guide her.
She stared at her mother,
and it was a doleful sight. She tried to shake her in hoping that she would
wake up, but she couldn’t, as her soul was already in heaven. Sadly, the really
innocent young girl hadn’t grasped the definition of “death” yet; she casually
assumed that her mother was in a very, very deep sleep. She clearly saw crimson
red blood flowing out of her mother’s completely withered mouth, but how would
a juvenile girl know about the true meaning of the “red, slimy water thingy”?
She sincerely thought that her mother has left some “red ink” for her to write,
thus she dipped her extremely malnourished finger into the red pool, and wrote
a very short sentence on the sorrowful rectangular cardboard.
“Daddy, where are you?”
Minutes flew by, and it
soon became hours, but very few people passed by. Even so, all of them
apparently ignored, or simply didn’t want to even glance at her mother’s
corpse. It was etched onto the people’s minds that those with the sickness are
merely “fools that only bring harm”, and thus, the death of the infected was
actually a very positive matter that was worth celebrating. There was a bastard
with a mind of a tyrant whom appeared in the most obnoxious fashion, as he
kicked the poor girl’s face, slamming her onto the brick wall behind her. She
felt an undeniably agonizing pain, but she couldn’t scream. The bastard walked
off without looking back, but the girl was so used to it that she merely
crawled back to her mother’s side and sat down, holding her hands.
However, in the midst of
a horde of cruel monsters, there was an affable soul that stopped by after
reading the handwritten message on the cardboard. He was a rather tall man,
wearing a white robe and had brown slippers glued onto his soles. He stared at
the girl, who was very injured, but she wasn’t even shedding a single diamond
tear. She was different than most people, different than those who thought of suicide
after his or her pet dog died. He knelt down and grabbed the girl’s flaccid
arm, but he didn’t pull it with force. The girl seemingly comprehended his
purpose, even though she really didn’t, and followed the mysterious man to a
mysterious place.
It was a mysterious
river.
Well, not actually that mysterious, but it certainly did
sparked flames of curiosity inside the girl’s immature mind. How could a place
contain so much water? Yes, it was in fact ice, but in the eyes of a lovely
child, it was pure, drinkable water. It didn’t took more than five seconds
before she spotted her formerly muscular father, then reduced to a mishmash of
skin, meat and bones, “sleeping” beside the icy river. A smile was naturally
carved onto her adorable face.
With help from the man
who had a heart of gold, they lifted her father’s “sleeping” body back to the
streets, where her mother was enjoying her longest sleep ever. She then placed
her father’s body right beside that of her mother, and it was a very picturesque
sight, albeit horrifying one, since they were both just empty shells. She knew
that her job wasn’t done yet.
Somehow managing to
understand her intention, the man casually smiled and brought her into the most
soulless city in the world; a city where the people were born out of cash and
will die buried in cash. In the middle of the broken city, there was a
gigantesque structure, a Christmas tree in fact, that perforated the brilliant
night sky. There was a man dressed as Santa Claus sitting in front of it,
giving out presents to the myriad of hopeful children, lining up in what would
be an endless queue. She has never seen such magnificent lightings before, not
only those attached to the tree, but those that were flooding the city.
Although yellow and orange were the dominant colours, hints of blue, red,
green, white, purple were to be admired, giving birth to a city of iridescence.
At that very moment, all
eyes were fixated at her, as if she were an alien from the planet Mars, or some
unnamed dimension. One could easily figure out that the people were entirely
disgusted by her mere presence, as their faces expressed dissatisfaction in the
most conspicuous way. Many scowled at the sight of her, and some even unleashed
a flurry of pejorative and extremely vulgar words at her. The girl, however,
was oblivious about their feelings, and actually presumed that she was
receiving a warm welcome by the gregarious people there.
The chubby man in red saw
into her miserable spirit, and pointed at her, asking her to come forward and
meet him, skipping the rest of the snake-like queue. Without hesitation, the
crowd all booed, seemingly in sync; some even tried to stop her by grabbing
hold of her arms or hair, but she was already sprinting to his direction, and
halted right in front of him. “Santa Claus”, who was formerly a man of
laughter, instead smiled as if he understood the girl.
“I don’t need to ask you
whether or not you’ve been good throughout the year, because you are. Young lady,
what do you want for Christmas?”
She didn’t actually
listen to his words, since she was so distracted by his gorgeous crimson
costume, and the marvellous decorations stapled throughout every corner and
crevice of the city, and of course, the humongous Christmas tree. She looked at
the bearded man directly into the eye with utmost confidence, as she calmly let
out an alluring smile.
Santa turned around and
reached for a moderately-sized present box, before offering it to the girl,
simply stating that the box “is all that she needs”. It was a rather heavy
striped box for someone of her size, but she managed to carry it, albeit
consuming a little too much of her already poor stamina.
“Young lady, I wish you
all the best. No need to thank me, this is the best that I can do.” He waved
his right hand, before immediately retracting the same hand in order to rub his
eye, as if he was trying to wipe away his tears.
It wasn’t long before she
returned to the streets, and her parents’ were still the most professional
sleepers to ever exist. The fetid fragrance of decomposition was too strong for
the other beggars to handle, as they hastily left the area not long ago. She
tranquilly opened the box’s lid, and hibernating inside the box was a thick
wool dark brown blanket with some stripes of lighter brown.
She positioned herself in
between her parents’ bodies, before allowing herself to lie down. She then
covered their three bodies with the rather wide blanket, effectively repelling
the dreadful cold that was haunting them all this while. She gazed onto the
blinking stars, as their appealing shine was reflected onto her pupils. She
gradually shut her eyelids, as a single drop of illuminating tear flowed down
her face, turning into a droplet of luminous ice that shattered upon impact
with the ground.
The man in white robe
stood in front of her, with a very wide smile painted onto his chiselled face.
And she smiled for the
final time, as her family has finally found peace. Her heart muttered one last
sentence.
“Good night, daddy and
mommy. I love you.”
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Chivalrous Personification
Rampaging into the feasts of heinous dignity,
savaging the glorious beasts of vicious velocity.
Emaciating the heartless fool, standing in vicinity;
decimating the restless ghoul, floating to infinity.
Stained and dirtied, dusted, crumpled without pity;
rained a storm of rust, struggled to find clarity;
chained onto a violent gust, reaching the core's rarity.
Time passed with a heartless me standing still,
waiting for thrill;
but had to desert my frill,
in exchange for a dessert to fill,
burned to crisp on a grill.
An individual,
smothered in scars of happenings so morose;
so unequal,
bothered by a drake disguised as a rose.
Feelings so mutual,
rid it by lovesick drug overdose.
Conclusions so eventual,
fed to the guilty man's sickly pose.
savaging the glorious beasts of vicious velocity.
Emaciating the heartless fool, standing in vicinity;
decimating the restless ghoul, floating to infinity.
Stained and dirtied, dusted, crumpled without pity;
rained a storm of rust, struggled to find clarity;
chained onto a violent gust, reaching the core's rarity.
Time passed with a heartless me standing still,
waiting for thrill;
but had to desert my frill,
in exchange for a dessert to fill,
burned to crisp on a grill.
An individual,
smothered in scars of happenings so morose;
so unequal,
bothered by a drake disguised as a rose.
Feelings so mutual,
rid it by lovesick drug overdose.
Conclusions so eventual,
fed to the guilty man's sickly pose.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Echoes of The End
Enter the worldly planet, spanning all ends;
slender skies and molding landscapes, then He sends.
Widows of all blossoms, face truth as He commends;
windows of all sorrows, race forth for He comprehends.
Marching to all ends and witnessing the end;
the scorching sea bends while compressing its friend.
Iridescent light shines past the structures that defend,
reminiscent might struggles through the flames that depend.
Slithering through greens with no will to reprimand,
shivering in heat with a bill in our one hand;
the price that we paid for murdering our land;
the dice that we made to resurrect our sand.
The sordid blackened skies blinds the best sight,
and pungent greyed smoke binds the chest's plight.
The noise of our acts will awaken our blight,
the choice of our pacts shall determine our fight.
Hidden words of intention were fired so rapidly;
grandiose promises of dignity were broken so fetidly.
Owners of everything had it all so insipidly,
those who own nothing accepted everything so rabidly.
And all will end, silently.
slender skies and molding landscapes, then He sends.
Widows of all blossoms, face truth as He commends;
windows of all sorrows, race forth for He comprehends.
Marching to all ends and witnessing the end;
the scorching sea bends while compressing its friend.
Iridescent light shines past the structures that defend,
reminiscent might struggles through the flames that depend.
Slithering through greens with no will to reprimand,
shivering in heat with a bill in our one hand;
the price that we paid for murdering our land;
the dice that we made to resurrect our sand.
The sordid blackened skies blinds the best sight,
and pungent greyed smoke binds the chest's plight.
The noise of our acts will awaken our blight,
the choice of our pacts shall determine our fight.
Hidden words of intention were fired so rapidly;
grandiose promises of dignity were broken so fetidly.
Owners of everything had it all so insipidly,
those who own nothing accepted everything so rabidly.
And all will end, silently.
Monday, December 17, 2012
The Lost Pearl
Ferocious waves flanked the army of spears,
malicious dark clouded the swarm at rears.
Shining a stark contrast, just to warm the fears;
binding hate itself, into a cabin of lost years.
Such debate in herself, chained into frosty gears;
much sorrow she had, rained a storm of tears.
She was without nation, direction or intervention;
and she was without intent to escape from her station.
The beastly currents swept her away from dedication,
and the fauna of undersea was swayed in hesitation.
She had a home too new,
it was a golden farm;
pain she had to eschew,
but to few it shall cause no harm.
Calamitous swirl zoned onto her,
and took away her charm;
the wandering pearl, that was her,
dragged along the wind's mighty arm.
And he found her, blemished without light;
brilliant sound he heard, heaven was his sight.
malicious dark clouded the swarm at rears.
Shining a stark contrast, just to warm the fears;
binding hate itself, into a cabin of lost years.
Such debate in herself, chained into frosty gears;
much sorrow she had, rained a storm of tears.
She was without nation, direction or intervention;
and she was without intent to escape from her station.
The beastly currents swept her away from dedication,
and the fauna of undersea was swayed in hesitation.
She had a home too new,
it was a golden farm;
pain she had to eschew,
but to few it shall cause no harm.
Calamitous swirl zoned onto her,
and took away her charm;
the wandering pearl, that was her,
dragged along the wind's mighty arm.
And he found her, blemished without light;
brilliant sound he heard, heaven was his sight.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Etched Onto the Stars - The Winds of Sorrow
Part I
Part II
This will be a very short poem, concluding this three-part super long blogpost.
After venturing through conflicts, brutal yet mutual;
and all those little things that led to rebuttal,
we concluded this chapter with sorrow so minimal,
and are walking towards the future of revival.
Let the winds of sorrow forsake us from our pain,
and mesmerize us all in the dignity of gain.
Let it devour the various challenges that we've slain,
and embrace our destiny in the midst of the rain.
The party was over, and sparks shone the night,
scintillating the darkness too young, too bright.
Many paths were forged, branching out of sight;
whichever will we choose, it depends on our might.
As our clock is ticking and our days are over,
our bonds will loosen, break, and wither.
Let our memories be etched onto the stars, forever;
they will last until the end of time, whenever.
- End of Part III
Part II
This will be a very short poem, concluding this three-part super long blogpost.
After venturing through conflicts, brutal yet mutual;
and all those little things that led to rebuttal,
we concluded this chapter with sorrow so minimal,
and are walking towards the future of revival.
Let the winds of sorrow forsake us from our pain,
and mesmerize us all in the dignity of gain.
Let it devour the various challenges that we've slain,
and embrace our destiny in the midst of the rain.
The party was over, and sparks shone the night,
scintillating the darkness too young, too bright.
Many paths were forged, branching out of sight;
whichever will we choose, it depends on our might.
As our clock is ticking and our days are over,
our bonds will loosen, break, and wither.
Let our memories be etched onto the stars, forever;
they will last until the end of time, whenever.
- End of Part III
Etched Onto the Stars - The Soulful Heart
Part I
And of course, prom night wouldn't be complete without you, thus I shall dedicate an entire post to you, and I know you're reading this.
Yes you, my dear sister. :D
I was worried that something happened to you when you hadn't even reached KL tower by 7pm. You told me you will be there at 4.30; well, better late than never! I was relieved to see you (:
Ya know, seeing you in the dress of a true queen was one thing, sitting beside you was another. You looked totally gorgeous, yet, not too makeup-heavy to be any less cute than you already are. You're the prom queen in my heart. (:
You're really important to my life, as it really feels good to know that I'm loved and needed by someone. We barely knew each other for two years, but it feels like I've known you for a lifetime. Thanks for opening up to me, and being the first true female friend of mine. If I've never met you, I'll still be the childish little boy that I used to be.
We've been through really tough times, and sometimes I didn't really know how we made it through, but thanks for always being at my side, and making me feel loved, and making me feel trusted.
Thanks for the birthday card you gave me. It was a lot longer than I've expected, and well, it did make me cry a little on the inside. It makes me feel proud to be your brother, haha :D
I guess I've already expressed whatever I wanted to write about in your birthday cards, so I'll try to keep it short.
Really, thanks for that hug before you left. It was our first true hug, and trust me, it was one of the most beautiful feelings I've had in my life. I've hugged other girls before, but yours was the most special of them all. Thanks. (:
It's true, my upper secondary school life will be a lot different if I hadn't meet you.
I sincerely hope that we could keep in touch in the future, cause I really don't wanna leave a friend like you, my sister, the one who always cared about me.
And you know, as a brother, the mere act of seeing you happy instantly puts a smile onto my face.
I wish that your soulful heart will forever be pure and free from immorality, and I wish all the best for you. No matter how fast time flies, you will always remain in my heart, as my sister, and my first true love. (:
- End of Part II
And of course, prom night wouldn't be complete without you, thus I shall dedicate an entire post to you, and I know you're reading this.
Yes you, my dear sister. :D
I was worried that something happened to you when you hadn't even reached KL tower by 7pm. You told me you will be there at 4.30; well, better late than never! I was relieved to see you (:
Ya know, seeing you in the dress of a true queen was one thing, sitting beside you was another. You looked totally gorgeous, yet, not too makeup-heavy to be any less cute than you already are. You're the prom queen in my heart. (:
You're really important to my life, as it really feels good to know that I'm loved and needed by someone. We barely knew each other for two years, but it feels like I've known you for a lifetime. Thanks for opening up to me, and being the first true female friend of mine. If I've never met you, I'll still be the childish little boy that I used to be.
We've been through really tough times, and sometimes I didn't really know how we made it through, but thanks for always being at my side, and making me feel loved, and making me feel trusted.
Thanks for the birthday card you gave me. It was a lot longer than I've expected, and well, it did make me cry a little on the inside. It makes me feel proud to be your brother, haha :D
I guess I've already expressed whatever I wanted to write about in your birthday cards, so I'll try to keep it short.
Really, thanks for that hug before you left. It was our first true hug, and trust me, it was one of the most beautiful feelings I've had in my life. I've hugged other girls before, but yours was the most special of them all. Thanks. (:
It's true, my upper secondary school life will be a lot different if I hadn't meet you.
I sincerely hope that we could keep in touch in the future, cause I really don't wanna leave a friend like you, my sister, the one who always cared about me.
And you know, as a brother, the mere act of seeing you happy instantly puts a smile onto my face.
I wish that your soulful heart will forever be pure and free from immorality, and I wish all the best for you. No matter how fast time flies, you will always remain in my heart, as my sister, and my first true love. (:
- End of Part II
Etched Onto the Stars - The Night of Glamour
So it was prom night, and I had very high expectations for it.
Woke up at 8.30am and I was too excited to continue sleeping. So I ate breakfast and spent the next seven hours playing video games. How fascinating.
It was four, and mom took me to a nearby saloon to style and color my hair, which admittedly, was my first time doing so. And well, I then had (light) brown hair. I didn't really like it at first, until my mom went like "omg you look so good with brown hair!".
Okays...
After dressing up and drowning myself in perfume (or cologne, whatever it is), I was all set, and it was only 4.40pm.
So Wing Sum reached my house and he was like "omg your hair."
And Wei Jian was like "wtf."
Skipping the rather boring journey to KL tower, the first person who commented on my hair was Jay, and he was literally screaming "wtf Alvin I don't know you're this kind of person!"
And I instantly thought, the night is gonna be so cool.
So basically almost everyone was commenting on my brown hair, and many were (understandably) shocked; I mean, I myself was kinda surprised that I wanted to color my hair in the first place.
Okays, enough about my hair (by the way it's black again now).
Spent the first hour snapping photos with everyone I knew in the (very, very hot) lobby, and it's pretty obvious that CHS-ians has taken over the entire area, which was definitely awesome. We totally rock.
I gotta admit, I didn't recognize some people (most notably girls), and it was totally epic to see how much the girls changed with makeup on. Oh, and I spotted some other guys sporting colored hair (one of them was bra), so I wasn't the only one. Phew.
It was seven, and we were allowed (or kinda well, forced) to ride the (freaking slow) elevator up to the banquet hall.
The hall was just, small. Like, too small. Tiny. Miniscule. Congested like shit. Whatever adjectives that are used to describe small. It was pretty okay at first, until the place started to flood with people, then it became hell.
Well, not really, it was actually kinda fun; at least there's space to walk. Lol.
After snapping some (rather gay) photos with friends, and watching Chuen Hong getting dizzy from watching the view through the windows (so he suffers from acrophobia, hmm...), the party finally started.
Comments about my hair didn't stop till the end, and well, I ain't that used to it, but it just made the night a memorable one, and I'm definitely gonna dye it brown next time.
The food was shit, like, totally. I mean, yeah they were at least edible, but what the hell, at least make it more like a "buffet" than a mere "catering" .___.
Performances were awesome. Auyong was awesome. His Gangnam Style dance was awesome. In fact, he seriously should opt to be a professional dancer and lead Malaysia to become a nation of expert dancers (what am I thinking).
So after the awards presentation, all of us had a taste of clubbing life. Well, I actually kinda liked it, jumping and screaming to popular dance hits, but most of my friends kinda loathed it (some had seizures trololol), so yeah. But it was cool.
Thus ended the night of glamour, a night to remember for eternity, a night filled with smiles and laughter, with a little sorrow deep down in everyone's heart.
- End of Part I
Woke up at 8.30am and I was too excited to continue sleeping. So I ate breakfast and spent the next seven hours playing video games. How fascinating.
It was four, and mom took me to a nearby saloon to style and color my hair, which admittedly, was my first time doing so. And well, I then had (light) brown hair. I didn't really like it at first, until my mom went like "omg you look so good with brown hair!".
Okays...
After dressing up and drowning myself in perfume (or cologne, whatever it is), I was all set, and it was only 4.40pm.
So Wing Sum reached my house and he was like "omg your hair."
And Wei Jian was like "wtf."
Skipping the rather boring journey to KL tower, the first person who commented on my hair was Jay, and he was literally screaming "wtf Alvin I don't know you're this kind of person!"
And I instantly thought, the night is gonna be so cool.
So basically almost everyone was commenting on my brown hair, and many were (understandably) shocked; I mean, I myself was kinda surprised that I wanted to color my hair in the first place.
Okays, enough about my hair (by the way it's black again now).
Spent the first hour snapping photos with everyone I knew in the (very, very hot) lobby, and it's pretty obvious that CHS-ians has taken over the entire area, which was definitely awesome. We totally rock.
I gotta admit, I didn't recognize some people (most notably girls), and it was totally epic to see how much the girls changed with makeup on. Oh, and I spotted some other guys sporting colored hair (one of them was bra), so I wasn't the only one. Phew.
It was seven, and we were allowed (or kinda well, forced) to ride the (freaking slow) elevator up to the banquet hall.
The hall was just, small. Like, too small. Tiny. Miniscule. Congested like shit. Whatever adjectives that are used to describe small. It was pretty okay at first, until the place started to flood with people, then it became hell.
Well, not really, it was actually kinda fun; at least there's space to walk. Lol.
After snapping some (rather gay) photos with friends, and watching Chuen Hong getting dizzy from watching the view through the windows (so he suffers from acrophobia, hmm...), the party finally started.
Comments about my hair didn't stop till the end, and well, I ain't that used to it, but it just made the night a memorable one, and I'm definitely gonna dye it brown next time.
The food was shit, like, totally. I mean, yeah they were at least edible, but what the hell, at least make it more like a "buffet" than a mere "catering" .___.
Performances were awesome. Auyong was awesome. His Gangnam Style dance was awesome. In fact, he seriously should opt to be a professional dancer and lead Malaysia to become a nation of expert dancers (what am I thinking).
So after the awards presentation, all of us had a taste of clubbing life. Well, I actually kinda liked it, jumping and screaming to popular dance hits, but most of my friends kinda loathed it (some had seizures trololol), so yeah. But it was cool.
Thus ended the night of glamour, a night to remember for eternity, a night filled with smiles and laughter, with a little sorrow deep down in everyone's heart.
- End of Part I
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
And it ends with a smile.
So it's all over, that shit-filled examination which contained more bitching surprises than the most creative of all could ever dream of; that nature-killing piece of trash that eradicated millions of innocent trees just for a handful of dumbass questions; that pile of crap that caused sleep deprivation to all of us.
Well, Biology kinda sucked, Chinese was (a lot) better than I thought, and the rest, well, meh.
And umm, what was I planning to do again?
I've thought of continuing to write my story, but I already used up most of the ideas in my Chinese essay (I pity the examiner). I've thought of playing video games, but I've reformatted my computer. I've thought of downloading ten thousand iPhone games, and well, I did actually that (not exactly). How lifeless of me.
Speaking of my Chinese essay, I wonder why is my mind so corrupted at times. At least one people will die in every one of my stories, two in my SPM English essay. Some people call that creativity, but well, it means that I can't actually write a story with a happy ending.
Some people said that I've changed a lot, and some said that I'm still the same person compared to five years back. Now that's kinda intriguing.
Hmm. Prom's coming up in 5 days, this is interesting. I wonder how it'll go, and how it's like seeing everyone in tuxedos and dresses. And do we actually dance in prom? I mean, I know they do it in America, but well, not many actually know how to dance here.
And I wonder how do over 200 people squeeze into that tiny spinning thingy on the top of KL tower. I mean, that thingy ain't even that big.
Definitely starting my driving lessons sometime between prom night and Hong Kong trip. Meh, I wish that Malaysia has a more complete LRT/MRT system, then I don't really need to drive much.
Hong Kong trip with friends on the 18th, and I'm honestly very anticipated about it. Venturing into the depths of another country with a bunch of jokers is so gonna end up with us getting lost at every corner. We might actually spend half a day just asking for directions, but oh well. I'm confident it's gonna be totally awesome.
Class trip on the 27th, and wow, it's already been more than a year since our last class trip? That's... fast. We're so gonna rock in Melaka, and hopefully we won't embarrass ourselves too much in front of tourists, or locals, or animals.
So, January intake or March intake? I don't even know which college should I attend, whether Taylor's or Sunway or whatsoever. And well, A-levels or CPU/CIMP or SAM or ADP? Gah, the year's ending already.
If I'm going for March intake, it means that I have to take on a part time job. Damn, I don't know where the hell should I work.
Oh, and Epik High is an awesome Korean boy group; their performance on MAMA (some awards thingy, not insulting your mother) was totally magnificent.
Alright, done with all the crap. So high school life's finally over (here we go again).
I think I've said that over ten times in separate posts, and I myself am getting bored of repeating that shit.
So I'll just shorten all those emo talk.
High school life is flooded with ups and downs, pleasure and misery, joy and sorrow, hope and doubts, etc. For me, I've only started to appreciate this life during the beginning of 2011.
But no matter what the hell happened, this chapter is over, and for the first time, I may actually write a story with a happy ending.
And it ends with a smile.
Well, Biology kinda sucked, Chinese was (a lot) better than I thought, and the rest, well, meh.
And umm, what was I planning to do again?
I've thought of continuing to write my story, but I already used up most of the ideas in my Chinese essay (I pity the examiner). I've thought of playing video games, but I've reformatted my computer. I've thought of downloading ten thousand iPhone games, and well, I did actually that (not exactly). How lifeless of me.
Speaking of my Chinese essay, I wonder why is my mind so corrupted at times. At least one people will die in every one of my stories, two in my SPM English essay. Some people call that creativity, but well, it means that I can't actually write a story with a happy ending.
Some people said that I've changed a lot, and some said that I'm still the same person compared to five years back. Now that's kinda intriguing.
Hmm. Prom's coming up in 5 days, this is interesting. I wonder how it'll go, and how it's like seeing everyone in tuxedos and dresses. And do we actually dance in prom? I mean, I know they do it in America, but well, not many actually know how to dance here.
And I wonder how do over 200 people squeeze into that tiny spinning thingy on the top of KL tower. I mean, that thingy ain't even that big.
Definitely starting my driving lessons sometime between prom night and Hong Kong trip. Meh, I wish that Malaysia has a more complete LRT/MRT system, then I don't really need to drive much.
Hong Kong trip with friends on the 18th, and I'm honestly very anticipated about it. Venturing into the depths of another country with a bunch of jokers is so gonna end up with us getting lost at every corner. We might actually spend half a day just asking for directions, but oh well. I'm confident it's gonna be totally awesome.
Class trip on the 27th, and wow, it's already been more than a year since our last class trip? That's... fast. We're so gonna rock in Melaka, and hopefully we won't embarrass ourselves too much in front of tourists, or locals, or animals.
So, January intake or March intake? I don't even know which college should I attend, whether Taylor's or Sunway or whatsoever. And well, A-levels or CPU/CIMP or SAM or ADP? Gah, the year's ending already.
If I'm going for March intake, it means that I have to take on a part time job. Damn, I don't know where the hell should I work.
Oh, and Epik High is an awesome Korean boy group; their performance on MAMA (some awards thingy, not insulting your mother) was totally magnificent.
Alright, done with all the crap. So high school life's finally over (here we go again).
I think I've said that over ten times in separate posts, and I myself am getting bored of repeating that shit.
So I'll just shorten all those emo talk.
High school life is flooded with ups and downs, pleasure and misery, joy and sorrow, hope and doubts, etc. For me, I've only started to appreciate this life during the beginning of 2011.
But no matter what the hell happened, this chapter is over, and for the first time, I may actually write a story with a happy ending.
And it ends with a smile.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Shivering Shadows - End
My shadows swam through rivers from faucets
that poured darkness;
battled the world's false wisdom, wearing gauntlets
that fought soreness.
Ended this path with a mind of serenity
and hailing awareness;
what did we expect to face in time of eternity?
Reigning sadness.
Blistered the roads of light and dark,
and my shivers will shine bright and stark.
The tyrant's withered words shan't be with me,
and it is with you that they will forever be.
Demolished the pillars of blood, war and gore;
and every proof that I exist, days of yore.
All their sorrows, splattered on the walls of sand,
like an avalanche, crushing under orders of my hand.
Forfeit this world, a blazing prison cell;
but none would change, other than a living hell.
Until when I will be shrouded, no one will tell;
only after I've reckoned the times that I've fell.
None would glance at my pitiful soul;
who lives a life like a fearful ghoul.
It is the end; time would bend, hopefully.
My final dish, may you serve it mercifully,
willingly,
without a spark of fury.
The land was fertile, and just after a while,
it changed by a mile, now it's just a tile.
Swallowed by a hurricane of impeding evil,
now it's gone, forever enthralled to shrivel.
Destined to die in the wrath of a storm,
but have no fear for I will soon reform.
My shadows once quivered and now it's free;
so forge a glade for me, my shadow and thee.
We will walk this life, together with glee;
putting our pasts behind, and it's just us three.
- End
that poured darkness;
battled the world's false wisdom, wearing gauntlets
that fought soreness.
Ended this path with a mind of serenity
and hailing awareness;
what did we expect to face in time of eternity?
Reigning sadness.
Blistered the roads of light and dark,
and my shivers will shine bright and stark.
The tyrant's withered words shan't be with me,
and it is with you that they will forever be.
Demolished the pillars of blood, war and gore;
and every proof that I exist, days of yore.
All their sorrows, splattered on the walls of sand,
like an avalanche, crushing under orders of my hand.
Forfeit this world, a blazing prison cell;
but none would change, other than a living hell.
Until when I will be shrouded, no one will tell;
only after I've reckoned the times that I've fell.
None would glance at my pitiful soul;
who lives a life like a fearful ghoul.
It is the end; time would bend, hopefully.
My final dish, may you serve it mercifully,
willingly,
without a spark of fury.
The land was fertile, and just after a while,
it changed by a mile, now it's just a tile.
Swallowed by a hurricane of impeding evil,
now it's gone, forever enthralled to shrivel.
Destined to die in the wrath of a storm,
but have no fear for I will soon reform.
My shadows once quivered and now it's free;
so forge a glade for me, my shadow and thee.
We will walk this life, together with glee;
putting our pasts behind, and it's just us three.
- End
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Final Battle
R.I.P. to Mr. Slitzh Manseus and Mr. Rammer Strobe, the two pitiful people that I (literally) killed in my English essay. LOL.
The first week's over, along with four rather useless subjects. At least the stress from dating History paper is over, that's good enough.
Couldn't sleep on Sunday night, must be some kind of adrenaline rush. I think I slept for about 2 hours, which wasn't good, since Monday's exam was Malay. Entered school with heavy eyelids, and I knew I was in trouble; I mean, how could I even concentrate?
Kinda flunked my karangan bahan rangsangan, since my drowsiness kinda took over. Oh, and they decided to ask us to write some shit about bulan kemerdekaan or whatever, which I didn't actually study. Meh.
Karangan panjang title choices were actually pretty decent. I preferred writing about kebersihan than obesiti LOL. Was sleepy throughout the remaining 1 3/4 hour, but still, I managed to write one of the best karangan panjang I've ever written (I hope), but it was hell. Tried to cram in peribahasas and stuffs until I had a headache. After paper 1 was over, I kinda slept through the long break before paper 2, good thing I finished studying novel the day before.
Oh, so they decided to ask about freaking latar masa out of every other more useful shit there is. Next year's definitely gaya bahasa or biodata pengarang.
English was awesome. I sped through the letter to free up more time for continuous writing. And after asking around, most of my friends who chose the "first period" essay will at least have someone die in their stories. Well, at least the examiner wouldn't be disgusted after marking my double-murder essay. LOL.
What's up with novel questions this year? They asked us to write an incident which made us angry in Step by Wicked Step. Wtf. It's like they ran out of ideas. Oh well.
Sejarah's shit. Random like shit. No Madinah for essay. No Hindu Buddha. No Zaman Gelap or Renaissance shit for structure. No Hwang Ho. Wtf.
I read about Persekutuan Tanah Melayu 1957 and they asked the 1948 version. LOL. Not cool.
Maths was uhh.
Meh. One week of holidays and it's back to the fight. Good luck everyone :p
The first week's over, along with four rather useless subjects. At least the stress from dating History paper is over, that's good enough.
Couldn't sleep on Sunday night, must be some kind of adrenaline rush. I think I slept for about 2 hours, which wasn't good, since Monday's exam was Malay. Entered school with heavy eyelids, and I knew I was in trouble; I mean, how could I even concentrate?
Kinda flunked my karangan bahan rangsangan, since my drowsiness kinda took over. Oh, and they decided to ask us to write some shit about bulan kemerdekaan or whatever, which I didn't actually study. Meh.
Karangan panjang title choices were actually pretty decent. I preferred writing about kebersihan than obesiti LOL. Was sleepy throughout the remaining 1 3/4 hour, but still, I managed to write one of the best karangan panjang I've ever written (I hope), but it was hell. Tried to cram in peribahasas and stuffs until I had a headache. After paper 1 was over, I kinda slept through the long break before paper 2, good thing I finished studying novel the day before.
Oh, so they decided to ask about freaking latar masa out of every other more useful shit there is. Next year's definitely gaya bahasa or biodata pengarang.
English was awesome. I sped through the letter to free up more time for continuous writing. And after asking around, most of my friends who chose the "first period" essay will at least have someone die in their stories. Well, at least the examiner wouldn't be disgusted after marking my double-murder essay. LOL.
What's up with novel questions this year? They asked us to write an incident which made us angry in Step by Wicked Step. Wtf. It's like they ran out of ideas. Oh well.
Sejarah's shit. Random like shit. No Madinah for essay. No Hindu Buddha. No Zaman Gelap or Renaissance shit for structure. No Hwang Ho. Wtf.
I read about Persekutuan Tanah Melayu 1957 and they asked the 1948 version. LOL. Not cool.
Maths was uhh.
Meh. One week of holidays and it's back to the fight. Good luck everyone :p
Saturday, October 27, 2012
The End's Approaching
This post is gonna be so long.
So we're left with two more schooling days (not counting SPM) and high school life's over.
This really sucks. I loathe it. Time flies way too fast, and I feel as if the first day of Form Five was yesterday, like seriously. What the hell did I do this year?
Video games, study, Facebook, outings, movies, tuition classes, story-writing, karaoke, futsal and many, many other stuffs which I kinda forgot to mention. Blah.
No wait, those aren't important, I do that (almost) every year. If people were to ask me about what I did in Form Five, I wouldn't want to list out those that I've mentioned, they are not what made my final year in high school special.
When I look back at my Form 1-3 years, I kinda wonder how I got used to life revolving around video games, most notably MapleStory. I didn't take initiative in befriending anyone, which was why I didn't have many friends; most of my close friends were those who actually saw through my introversion and childish mindset. And well, I didn't actually appreciate them well, in fact I treated friends as something optional.
Optional.
That was the past.
I once promised to myself that I will live a new life in Form Five at the end of last year, but that didn't take effect until after the CNY holidays (for some reason which I don't actually know).
Everything changed after that.
Class life - We were in groups last year, and that was the last time I'm going to mix in a particular "group". After a chain of resentful events happened, I've had enough. I've decided to set a goal- to be friends with all of my classmates. And it's only recently when I've began to feel like an actual "ehstrian" (or S3-ian). Yet, it's a little too late, as there's only one schooling day left before graduation. Gosh, was I even in S3 last year? But better late than never, at least I can tell people that I studied in one of the most awesome classes for two years. More on this after graduation.
:@) life - Being friends with them since Form One (some in Form Two), they're what makes me feel like being part of a family. With that, they're probably the only people who I can show my true, crazy side to; I need not fake anything to them, and hopefully never will. Whereas other people complained about my extremely "soulful" singing, they never once gave a damn. I could scream in karaoke, scream in the cinemas, play pranks on them, and basically just crap around and they'll just laugh it off. And just like what true friends do, they're some of the few people who I can share my personal problems with. Sometimes, I kinda worry that I wouldn't be able to find people like them again in the future, and that makes me kinda emo-ish. LOL.
Tuition life - I've attended four separate tuition classes this year. Malay tuition was a mixed bag of feelings. I used to hate that place so much that just the thought of attending it runs shivers down my spine, but it's only during the past few lessons that I've befriended some awesome people, and I didn't regret it one bit. Not my favorite tuition, but my friends made it bearable.
Nothing much about Chinese tuition, cause it's hard to actually communicate with people there, due to the teacher being so strict and stuff. LOL. Sometimes I wished the atmosphere wouldn't be so creepy, so that all of us could interact with each other more often, but oh well. Still, the people who I actually got to talk to are really nice, and I even made one or two new friends there.
Add Maths tuition is one of my favorite. The people there were amiable, and I got along pretty quickly even though I kinda shied myself out last year. In fact, this may be the only tuition that I'm willing to sacrifice an outing for. I'll definitely miss the people there, and I kinda wish that someone there will kindly organize a gathering or some sort after SPM.
People say I'm a flirt when it comes to attending Mr Kuan's tuition. I mean, there are four students in my class, and three of them are girls. I don't really care what people think though. In fact, if I were still girl-shy, I wouldn't even dare look at them. They're a bunch of people whom I regret not knowing earlier, cause what the hell, they're just awesome. Will definitely miss all the crazy things we did during tuition, and all the randomness which usually ends up with us laughing our tears out, and other stuffs.
And the friends I've made through Taekwondo, Facebook and other places? They're some of the best I've met. Some of them eventually became my best friends, and some remained hi-bye friends, but they're all cool people, and I never once regretted meeting them.
---
Form Five was a splendid year for me, although it's kinda bumpy at times. There was a time last year when I said that I wanted to end my high school life with a bang, and the end's already approaching.
Now that's fast.
To all the people whom I (unintentionally) hurt before, I take this chance to apologize with utmost sincerity. Sometimes I may spit out harsh words without meaning it, or get into random mood swings, or just sound uninterested, but yeah, I rarely mean it, and I kinda hope you don't take it to heart.
If people were to ask me about what I did in Form Five, I'll tell them that I've met some of the best people in my life, and that was after spending three years as a person who didn't give a shit about his surroundings.
I'm proud of that.
So we're left with two more schooling days (not counting SPM) and high school life's over.
This really sucks. I loathe it. Time flies way too fast, and I feel as if the first day of Form Five was yesterday, like seriously. What the hell did I do this year?
Video games, study, Facebook, outings, movies, tuition classes, story-writing, karaoke, futsal and many, many other stuffs which I kinda forgot to mention. Blah.
No wait, those aren't important, I do that (almost) every year. If people were to ask me about what I did in Form Five, I wouldn't want to list out those that I've mentioned, they are not what made my final year in high school special.
When I look back at my Form 1-3 years, I kinda wonder how I got used to life revolving around video games, most notably MapleStory. I didn't take initiative in befriending anyone, which was why I didn't have many friends; most of my close friends were those who actually saw through my introversion and childish mindset. And well, I didn't actually appreciate them well, in fact I treated friends as something optional.
Optional.
That was the past.
I once promised to myself that I will live a new life in Form Five at the end of last year, but that didn't take effect until after the CNY holidays (for some reason which I don't actually know).
Everything changed after that.
Class life - We were in groups last year, and that was the last time I'm going to mix in a particular "group". After a chain of resentful events happened, I've had enough. I've decided to set a goal- to be friends with all of my classmates. And it's only recently when I've began to feel like an actual "ehstrian" (or S3-ian). Yet, it's a little too late, as there's only one schooling day left before graduation. Gosh, was I even in S3 last year? But better late than never, at least I can tell people that I studied in one of the most awesome classes for two years. More on this after graduation.
:@) life - Being friends with them since Form One (some in Form Two), they're what makes me feel like being part of a family. With that, they're probably the only people who I can show my true, crazy side to; I need not fake anything to them, and hopefully never will. Whereas other people complained about my extremely "soulful" singing, they never once gave a damn. I could scream in karaoke, scream in the cinemas, play pranks on them, and basically just crap around and they'll just laugh it off. And just like what true friends do, they're some of the few people who I can share my personal problems with. Sometimes, I kinda worry that I wouldn't be able to find people like them again in the future, and that makes me kinda emo-ish. LOL.
Tuition life - I've attended four separate tuition classes this year. Malay tuition was a mixed bag of feelings. I used to hate that place so much that just the thought of attending it runs shivers down my spine, but it's only during the past few lessons that I've befriended some awesome people, and I didn't regret it one bit. Not my favorite tuition, but my friends made it bearable.
Nothing much about Chinese tuition, cause it's hard to actually communicate with people there, due to the teacher being so strict and stuff. LOL. Sometimes I wished the atmosphere wouldn't be so creepy, so that all of us could interact with each other more often, but oh well. Still, the people who I actually got to talk to are really nice, and I even made one or two new friends there.
Add Maths tuition is one of my favorite. The people there were amiable, and I got along pretty quickly even though I kinda shied myself out last year. In fact, this may be the only tuition that I'm willing to sacrifice an outing for. I'll definitely miss the people there, and I kinda wish that someone there will kindly organize a gathering or some sort after SPM.
People say I'm a flirt when it comes to attending Mr Kuan's tuition. I mean, there are four students in my class, and three of them are girls. I don't really care what people think though. In fact, if I were still girl-shy, I wouldn't even dare look at them. They're a bunch of people whom I regret not knowing earlier, cause what the hell, they're just awesome. Will definitely miss all the crazy things we did during tuition, and all the randomness which usually ends up with us laughing our tears out, and other stuffs.
And the friends I've made through Taekwondo, Facebook and other places? They're some of the best I've met. Some of them eventually became my best friends, and some remained hi-bye friends, but they're all cool people, and I never once regretted meeting them.
---
Form Five was a splendid year for me, although it's kinda bumpy at times. There was a time last year when I said that I wanted to end my high school life with a bang, and the end's already approaching.
Now that's fast.
To all the people whom I (unintentionally) hurt before, I take this chance to apologize with utmost sincerity. Sometimes I may spit out harsh words without meaning it, or get into random mood swings, or just sound uninterested, but yeah, I rarely mean it, and I kinda hope you don't take it to heart.
If people were to ask me about what I did in Form Five, I'll tell them that I've met some of the best people in my life, and that was after spending three years as a person who didn't give a shit about his surroundings.
I'm proud of that.
Monday, October 8, 2012
The End II
Weekends are never meant for studying. They are meant for slacking, and well, writing blogposts. LOL.
Having PMR break now, and it'll last for 11 (!!) days, which is excessively long. I still don't get why Monday is a holiday though. D:
And after the break, it's exactly 8 more (schooling) days till graduation. This sucks. It's like, the closer I get to ending my high school life, the closer I get to people.
2011 was shit. Sometimes I kinda wonder, what have I actually done in 2011? Random shit. I don't remember shit about it, like, really. Maybe it's just my mind refusing to accept the fact that I've been through one of the bumpiest times of my life.
2012 is a whole different matter though.
I've been actively approaching my classmates a lot more frequently than I've used to, which is a splendid thing. My class is actually a pretty cool class, and sometimes I kinda wonder why did I remain an introvert last year. D:
Time goes by a little too fast I guess.
Last Saturday (2 days ago), our class organized some kind of BBQ party. Being me, I didn't have high expectations for it, and just wished that nothing shit-worthy would happen.
I was blown away.
The lack of a second controller wasn't a problem, as we screamed like madmen while playing Digimon Rumble Arena 2. And oh, the girls were apparently pretty good at it. LOL.
Then there's Tooth Fairy, some random movie which Isabel picked out of a box of (rather old) movies. Ain't that bad, kinda LOL-ed at parts, but eventually the time came when most of us decided that watching the others heating up the charcoal outside is more interesting.
And before I even knew it, the house was packed. With more than 25 attending out of 42 students, it's really cool.
Just the thought of BBQ makes me hungry, and it's 12am now. So just imagine how it's like for 25 people to finish 50 chicken wings, a huge container of spaghetti, fried rice, fried noodles, big sausages, small sausages (okay...), bacon, more bacon, marshmallows, desserts, salads, cake (we had them?), and some other stuffs which I kinda forgot. (great, now I'm getting hungry)
And I'm kinda lazy to blog about the rest of the day, but it was seriously damn fun. Hell, I wished that I could stay longer.
I'm gonna miss my class.
Having PMR break now, and it'll last for 11 (!!) days, which is excessively long. I still don't get why Monday is a holiday though. D:
And after the break, it's exactly 8 more (schooling) days till graduation. This sucks. It's like, the closer I get to ending my high school life, the closer I get to people.
2011 was shit. Sometimes I kinda wonder, what have I actually done in 2011? Random shit. I don't remember shit about it, like, really. Maybe it's just my mind refusing to accept the fact that I've been through one of the bumpiest times of my life.
2012 is a whole different matter though.
I've been actively approaching my classmates a lot more frequently than I've used to, which is a splendid thing. My class is actually a pretty cool class, and sometimes I kinda wonder why did I remain an introvert last year. D:
Time goes by a little too fast I guess.
Last Saturday (2 days ago), our class organized some kind of BBQ party. Being me, I didn't have high expectations for it, and just wished that nothing shit-worthy would happen.
I was blown away.
The lack of a second controller wasn't a problem, as we screamed like madmen while playing Digimon Rumble Arena 2. And oh, the girls were apparently pretty good at it. LOL.
Then there's Tooth Fairy, some random movie which Isabel picked out of a box of (rather old) movies. Ain't that bad, kinda LOL-ed at parts, but eventually the time came when most of us decided that watching the others heating up the charcoal outside is more interesting.
And before I even knew it, the house was packed. With more than 25 attending out of 42 students, it's really cool.
Just the thought of BBQ makes me hungry, and it's 12am now. So just imagine how it's like for 25 people to finish 50 chicken wings, a huge container of spaghetti, fried rice, fried noodles, big sausages, small sausages (okay...), bacon, more bacon, marshmallows, desserts, salads, cake (we had them?), and some other stuffs which I kinda forgot. (great, now I'm getting hungry)
And I'm kinda lazy to blog about the rest of the day, but it was seriously damn fun. Hell, I wished that I could stay longer.
I'm gonna miss my class.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Shivering Shadows - Dark
Ignite the pillars of my blatant lies,
reunite with release of fragrant flies.
Wonder if darkness shall rule eternity?
It shall prevail,
and derail those without purity.
Shadowing the world behind my back,
and countless fools have lost their track.
Blood rained into my nemesis' thirst,
washing away their beating first;
staining the souls that they've been hiding,
and all the tears they've spent years wiping.
Black light shrouded my beams of darkness,
and inside contains a shroud of darkness.
I was without innocence, no and never will,
but life's without worth when lacking some thrill.
And the world will be flooded, smothered in shadows;
bloodied, blemished, please forgive my shadows.
reunite with release of fragrant flies.
Wonder if darkness shall rule eternity?
It shall prevail,
and derail those without purity.
Shadowing the world behind my back,
and countless fools have lost their track.
Blood rained into my nemesis' thirst,
washing away their beating first;
staining the souls that they've been hiding,
and all the tears they've spent years wiping.
Black light shrouded my beams of darkness,
and inside contains a shroud of darkness.
I was without innocence, no and never will,
but life's without worth when lacking some thrill.
And the world will be flooded, smothered in shadows;
bloodied, blemished, please forgive my shadows.
Friday, September 28, 2012
The End I
Look. My blog now consists of 90% poems, how interesting. So it's kinda rare to see a "normal" blogpost like this.
Yes, it's September 28th, barely a month away from SPM; and no, I haven't actually touched books since trials ended. I actually try not to touch books in class, just so that I could actually spend the last days of my high school life, chatting and meeting up with friends and stuffs, playing around with teachers and stuffs. I don't wanna regret it in the future.
Finishing off high school life is kinda bittersweet. I'm kinda anxious about restarting my life in the future; there were many things which I would like to change about myself, and my life. But I know that the road ahead will never be a smooth one; in fact, I think it'll be kinda disastrous for the first few months/years. I haven't even decided what college/university will I be attending, or even the courses. Damn. I should really decide soon.
Yet, graduating from high school allows me to accomplish what I could never do. A new hairstyle? Well, I'm actually thinking of keeping my hair semi-long after SPM, and see how it goes. And I'm also kinda excited about adult life. Driving cars by yourself, going to nightclubs and bars, and just being wild. Yeah, I'm totally innocent in high school alright. LOL.
I wonder, what have I done in high school? Forms 1-3 were kinda wasted. I was still a kid back then. Form 4 was disastrous, and form 5 is probably the only year when the most memories are etched.
Damn. If only I could turn back time, I'll change almost everything about this life.
Well, people said this means I've matured. That's kinda true actually. But just thinking how much have I changed is kinda scary. My longtime friends might know this well.
Friends? I'm glad that I made some true friends, some good friends, and maybe some hi-bye friends, that's pretty much enough I guess. At least it meant that I kinda deserted my old introverted self for a more sociable spirit. I've made more friends in forms 4-5 than forms 1-3 and primary school combined, how fascinating.
Relationships? It was one of the reasons that life in the past year was kinda bumpy. Hell, sometimes I wonder what will happen if everything went well instead? Will I become a happier person? Maybe that particular chapter changed me the most, from a guy who didn't give a shit about anything to a person who cares too much. Maybe that's a good thing. Well, whatever. More on this next time.
It's only during these few months when I've actually bonded with many, many people. Sometimes it's hard, since I'm gonna separate with my new friends after a month or two. Now that sucks.
Time flies. I'm so gonna miss high school for all of its ups and downs.
Yes, it's September 28th, barely a month away from SPM; and no, I haven't actually touched books since trials ended. I actually try not to touch books in class, just so that I could actually spend the last days of my high school life, chatting and meeting up with friends and stuffs, playing around with teachers and stuffs. I don't wanna regret it in the future.
Finishing off high school life is kinda bittersweet. I'm kinda anxious about restarting my life in the future; there were many things which I would like to change about myself, and my life. But I know that the road ahead will never be a smooth one; in fact, I think it'll be kinda disastrous for the first few months/years. I haven't even decided what college/university will I be attending, or even the courses. Damn. I should really decide soon.
Yet, graduating from high school allows me to accomplish what I could never do. A new hairstyle? Well, I'm actually thinking of keeping my hair semi-long after SPM, and see how it goes. And I'm also kinda excited about adult life. Driving cars by yourself, going to nightclubs and bars, and just being wild. Yeah, I'm totally innocent in high school alright. LOL.
I wonder, what have I done in high school? Forms 1-3 were kinda wasted. I was still a kid back then. Form 4 was disastrous, and form 5 is probably the only year when the most memories are etched.
Damn. If only I could turn back time, I'll change almost everything about this life.
Well, people said this means I've matured. That's kinda true actually. But just thinking how much have I changed is kinda scary. My longtime friends might know this well.
Friends? I'm glad that I made some true friends, some good friends, and maybe some hi-bye friends, that's pretty much enough I guess. At least it meant that I kinda deserted my old introverted self for a more sociable spirit. I've made more friends in forms 4-5 than forms 1-3 and primary school combined, how fascinating.
Relationships? It was one of the reasons that life in the past year was kinda bumpy. Hell, sometimes I wonder what will happen if everything went well instead? Will I become a happier person? Maybe that particular chapter changed me the most, from a guy who didn't give a shit about anything to a person who cares too much. Maybe that's a good thing. Well, whatever. More on this next time.
It's only during these few months when I've actually bonded with many, many people. Sometimes it's hard, since I'm gonna separate with my new friends after a month or two. Now that sucks.
Time flies. I'm so gonna miss high school for all of its ups and downs.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Malignant Shell
Invalid reasons to feign the pain,
in fetid waters,
where blood reigns the rain.
Dwindle in filth, reckon your gain,
wrinkle in wealth,
and those sordid sorrows were slain.
Wallow in the crying gallows,
tearful, yet shallow.
Allied beasts quiver in the hell
of a malignant shell.
Rose as a being of benevolence,
and fall, coated in malevolence.
Personified as an angel of death,
protector of death.
And claimed to be a profound singer,
and deemed to be our bringer;
when the shadows of your shell,
into insecurity, it shall dwell.
Deemed without personality, dignity,
intrigued by divinity.
Criticized, we cried, falsely mesmerized;
until the night that you always lied,
came out of hide.
in fetid waters,
where blood reigns the rain.
Dwindle in filth, reckon your gain,
wrinkle in wealth,
and those sordid sorrows were slain.
Wallow in the crying gallows,
tearful, yet shallow.
Allied beasts quiver in the hell
of a malignant shell.
Rose as a being of benevolence,
and fall, coated in malevolence.
Personified as an angel of death,
protector of death.
And claimed to be a profound singer,
and deemed to be our bringer;
when the shadows of your shell,
into insecurity, it shall dwell.
Deemed without personality, dignity,
intrigued by divinity.
Criticized, we cried, falsely mesmerized;
until the night that you always lied,
came out of hide.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Shivering Shadows - Light
Floundered, fell, and it ended too well.
Quivered, quell, welcome to my hell.
Lights on, we're gone, but at least we won.
Lights out, they shout; and we lost the bout.
Ridiculed; resonate, revel in pride,
Lambasted; levitate, level the tide.
Shrivel in fear, for you chose no side,
light or dark, you'd no choice but decide.
Flowers flowered into flowers of frail,
and sinners sinned the sins of derail.
Let the light scintillate the dark of life,
but darkness, hatred, is waking and rife.
Light,
a glade in my shadows;
shining into meadows,
ridding my sorrows;
casting my zeroes,
as the tree of light grows.
Quivered, quell, welcome to my hell.
Lights on, we're gone, but at least we won.
Lights out, they shout; and we lost the bout.
Ridiculed; resonate, revel in pride,
Lambasted; levitate, level the tide.
Shrivel in fear, for you chose no side,
light or dark, you'd no choice but decide.
Flowers flowered into flowers of frail,
and sinners sinned the sins of derail.
Let the light scintillate the dark of life,
but darkness, hatred, is waking and rife.
Light,
a glade in my shadows;
shining into meadows,
ridding my sorrows;
casting my zeroes,
as the tree of light grows.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Shivering Shadows IV
Gun down the patriots of the very forbidden soil,
wash your ashes down this burning metal coil.
Skies of darkness lampoon my sanity,
none shall satirize my cruelty,
my broken bonds too many.
I shall soon be reborn as a significant being,
and only my wrath is what you will be seeing.
It is time for you to escape,
eschew your life's blinding cape,
and bind yourself in broken red tape,
your bloodied disfigured shape
in which the sun's light shall scrape.
Disgrace to mankind, you are,
so leave to the lands so far,
never return home until your scar
devours you till dawn from far.
As time traverses through the lost forsaken dimensions,
and all those ruined, lambasting mentions,
tend to flood my emotions.
Distinct words shatter dreams,
darken my emerging light beams.
Trembling in this beastly, brutal quiver,
and watch me as my soul wails and shiver.
And as the future foretold my past,
my past is my future, when will it last?
wash your ashes down this burning metal coil.
Skies of darkness lampoon my sanity,
none shall satirize my cruelty,
my broken bonds too many.
I shall soon be reborn as a significant being,
and only my wrath is what you will be seeing.
It is time for you to escape,
eschew your life's blinding cape,
and bind yourself in broken red tape,
your bloodied disfigured shape
in which the sun's light shall scrape.
Disgrace to mankind, you are,
so leave to the lands so far,
never return home until your scar
devours you till dawn from far.
As time traverses through the lost forsaken dimensions,
and all those ruined, lambasting mentions,
tend to flood my emotions.
Distinct words shatter dreams,
darken my emerging light beams.
Trembling in this beastly, brutal quiver,
and watch me as my soul wails and shiver.
And as the future foretold my past,
my past is my future, when will it last?
Saturday, August 11, 2012
With You
For some reason, I get chills every time I listen to this song.
Linkin Park - With You
I woke up in a dream today,
To the cold of the static, and put my cold feet on the floor.
Forgot all about yesterday,
Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore.
A little taste of hypocrisy,
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react.
Even though you're so close to me,
You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back.
It's true, the way I feel, was promised by your face.
The sound of your voice, painted on my memories.
Even if you're not with me,
I'm with you.
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
I hit you and you hit me back,
We fall to the floor, the rest of the day stands still.
Fine line between this and that,
When things go wrong I pretend that the past isn't real.
Now I'm trapped in this memory,
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react.
Even though you're close to me,
You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back.
It's true, the way I feel, was promised by your face.
The sound of your voice, painted on my memories.
Even if you're not with me,
I'm with you.
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
With you,
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
No, no matter how far we've come,
I can't wait to see tomorrow.
No matter how far we've come, I,
I can't wait to see tomorrow.
With you,
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
With you,
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
Linkin Park - With You
I woke up in a dream today,
To the cold of the static, and put my cold feet on the floor.
Forgot all about yesterday,
Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore.
A little taste of hypocrisy,
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react.
Even though you're so close to me,
You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back.
It's true, the way I feel, was promised by your face.
The sound of your voice, painted on my memories.
Even if you're not with me,
I'm with you.
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
I hit you and you hit me back,
We fall to the floor, the rest of the day stands still.
Fine line between this and that,
When things go wrong I pretend that the past isn't real.
Now I'm trapped in this memory,
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react.
Even though you're close to me,
You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back.
It's true, the way I feel, was promised by your face.
The sound of your voice, painted on my memories.
Even if you're not with me,
I'm with you.
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
With you,
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
No, no matter how far we've come,
I can't wait to see tomorrow.
No matter how far we've come, I,
I can't wait to see tomorrow.
With you,
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
With you,
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Binding Darkness
Crave for my soul as a bleeding supper,
stare into my eyes for your hearts will mutter,
"Soul is weak, obsolete, yielding to flutter;
it is only my duty to breathe in and suffer."
Such poetry will never not bathe you in sin,
how can you exclude me from your malignant win?
Sinner's paradise welcome you with wide open arms,
after you trampled the seeds of sorrow
in my blazing farms.
Bind me and my rights to your brazen fissured face,
serenity will find you once you surrendered that mace.
Why am I bound by an animal of slower pace?
Simply because I could not withstand
humiliation and disgrace.
Dead angels reigned your spirit without facing intensity;
and you yielded to its grasp so hastily, so willingly.
Now you may take pride by binding me in darkness,
but darkness takes no sides, just ecstasy in shallowness;
and the depth of your heart will not last much longer,
it is only human to commit sin and ponder,
"Will I be executed by a wallowing smother?"
My malevolent shell emits its light no more,
for the presence of your aura could cause it to sore.
And wisdom will only seek the purest of pure,
and the one would never be you for sure.
stare into my eyes for your hearts will mutter,
"Soul is weak, obsolete, yielding to flutter;
it is only my duty to breathe in and suffer."
Such poetry will never not bathe you in sin,
how can you exclude me from your malignant win?
Sinner's paradise welcome you with wide open arms,
after you trampled the seeds of sorrow
in my blazing farms.
Bind me and my rights to your brazen fissured face,
serenity will find you once you surrendered that mace.
Why am I bound by an animal of slower pace?
Simply because I could not withstand
humiliation and disgrace.
Dead angels reigned your spirit without facing intensity;
and you yielded to its grasp so hastily, so willingly.
Now you may take pride by binding me in darkness,
but darkness takes no sides, just ecstasy in shallowness;
and the depth of your heart will not last much longer,
it is only human to commit sin and ponder,
"Will I be executed by a wallowing smother?"
My malevolent shell emits its light no more,
for the presence of your aura could cause it to sore.
And wisdom will only seek the purest of pure,
and the one would never be you for sure.
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