2012 - Growing up.

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.

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.

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

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.”

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.