Playground

Shift

2011-10-20T00:06:00.001-07:00

Guys, I have shifted to areugoingtoeatthatagain.blogspot.com. That's right, just one "again", and you're at my new blog. Please follow me and share my blog with your friends IF and only IF you think I deserve it. Thanks, guys :D

Relapse.

2010-11-02T05:15:00.000-07:00

Nick stared at the screen, labelled Playground in big, fat letters. The impact of the posts, the years he poured into this page hit him, and he slowly scrolled down, reading everything, slowly growing younger into his earlier blogging years as he read.

He ran down memory lane, and absorved the knowledge that this blog was one of the few things he had left to remind him of high school. He felt the tears coming.

He would never forget this.

Jian
Ken
Justin
Yuva
Shaun
Kelly
Jit Qi
Zhen Ying
Shing Yin
Leon
Jun Wei
Bryan
Marcus
Jun Yi
Emily Chan
Emily Ching
Felicia
Farhan
Nufail
Kai Lun
Liesl
Isaac
Danial
Iqan
Ian
Jay
Beatrice
Jia Yin
Tzia E
Jon
John
Chun Yang
Edwin
Velmu
Zach
Jin
Seng Kiat
William
Ken Ric
Choong Hou
Sze Jie
Diane
Rachel
Paula
Rayvin
Galan
Claire
Paul
Wen Hao

..............................................................................................................................

Ex-Boyfriend.

2010-03-19T01:07:00.000-07:00

To anyone who actually came back to this blog to check out old posts of mine, and happened to see this one, leave a message on the chatbox so I can brand whoever you are "Awesome Friend".

I've just been looking through some old material. As in, when I was at Japan. Two years ago. That kind of old. And I realized just how much I've changed. From the childish little puberty boy into... A less childish little puberty boy.

While I don't exactly like some of the stupid things I've said here, I'm keeping this blog. Sort of like a 21st-century version of a diary. I'm going to cling onto this blog. The memories in this blog are infinitely precious.

If you're reading this, do feel free to check out some of the stuff down there. And thanks. I can't believe you still come back here. =)

Loves,
Nick.

Over.

2010-01-23T01:20:00.002-08:00

Hey. I regret to say I wanna change my blog url.

Wordpress is a really cool blogging website. Thanks to Zac for introducing me to it. So yeah.

Here's my link. Relink pls? xoxoxo GG.com xDDDD

www.areugoingtoeatthatagain.wordpress.com

check it out aite? thanks =)

Over.

2010-01-23T01:20:00.001-08:00

Your Last Day On Earth

2010-01-21T23:45:00.000-08:00

He lay down and appreciated every single breath of air going into his lips. Just hours ago, he was feeling sad about all the polluted air here.

It smells so fresh and precious now.

30 hours ago, he had been told he had 24 hours to say goodbye. To everyone.

The shock numbed him, and he cried. Cried after a long, long time without those tears in his sockets. He felt better after that.

He had spent the day with his parents, and they didn't cry too long. They accepted how much time they spent together, and relived the days they had so much fun. He held his mom's hands, and his arm was slung around dad.

He was two, and he could finally speak English in sentences without stopping. He felt so smart, and he laughed when his dad carried him up and threw him into the air, and he flew, flew like a bird.

He was twelve, and he did his exams real well. His mom wept, and she believed that though the test was easy, he would be someone important in the future. They hugged each other, and went back home to call his father.

He was fourteen, and argued with his mom. He never fought back before, but something split within him, and he burst out. That night, he wrote a letter to his mom, apologizing. In the letter was another message he wrote when he was a small boy.

Mom, I'm sorry I was like that yesterday.

I folded my own bedsheets so please don't be angry.

Love you mommy.

Love, Nick/Superman.

He was sixteen, and the horrible truth was discovered. He believed he would recover.

Six hours after his predicted death, he was still alive. But weak. He had gone to bed, expecting to just fall asleep and never wake up again. But his regret kept him alive.

He wanted to see his friends too. Just one last glimpse. That regret wouldn't let him go. He dressed up for school as usual. Monday. He had to wear a blazer. He left his schoolbag lying on the floor and walked to school.

Each step made him more and more tired. But the faces of his friends floated in front of his mind's eye. He had to see them.

He reached the entrance of the school. He was ready to sink down and fall asleep. He was just so tired. But he could get a doctor to see to him later. He could hear footsteps. And cries. Justin's shout could be heard. Kelly's too. And Yuva's scream. And Ken. Shaun. Jit Qi. Liesl. Jian. Jun Wei. Emily. So many others.

He looked up, and saw their faces, saw them running towards him, calling out to him, telling him that he's okay. They looked so happy, and they couldn't wait to hear about how he made his recovery and finally came back to school.

He felt contented. Now he could hang out with them again. He saw them, his parents, his family...
His eyes felt like closing.

He smiled weakly, and said softly, "I'm back."

He tried to take one more step towards them, but he collapsed on the tar road.

And he never woke up anymore.

Origins: Return

2010-01-15T02:35:00.000-08:00

Justin unclenched his fist, releasing his vice-like grip on his victim, sending him crashing twenty feet down to the floor. The rain stuck Justin's hair to his forehead, and his eyes gave him a most malevolent look. They were expressionless: devoid of pity, fear, even disgust. They just gazed blankly at the blood stains on the young boy's school shirt.

Frankly, killing people wasn't hard. It wasn't that bad. People go around spouting things like killing's the worst of all crimes, and try to stick up for what's righteous. It wasn't hard to kill after the first time, and to just move on to the next body, and the next. Justin believed that concept. And he intended to stick to it.

"You're seriously sick." Nick appeared at the entrance to the alleyway, a silhouette against the lamp post behind him. But Justin could tell Nick was in a bad mood. He could see Nick's hands quivering.

"Mm? What's wrong?" Turning back to the limp body, he levitated it up and down, suspending it in the air. The body flopped lifelessly, and the unseeing eyes stared right at Nick...

"ENOUGH!" Whipping his hand forward, Nick sent a sharp network of branches at Justin, twirling all over, leaving no place for Justin to move.

Teleporting behind Nick, Justin made a motion to grab Nick from behind and smash him onto the ground. He grinned. His second power really helps with the murders. And now he was about to beat the person he once worked with, a person who was as much of a mindless killing machine as he was. A laugh formed within his trachea.

Then a ball of energy exploded in his face.

He crashed backwards, then reset himself into a stnading position, covering his face in his hands. His wide eyes were visible between his fingers, blood trickling down his chin, diluting with the rainwater. Numb shock and adrenaline coursed through his veins.

"What the-" Looking up, he saw Nick approaching. Now that he was on the other side of where Nick was, Nick's face was thrown into sharp relief. His pale face and brown eyes were streaked with malice, a satisfied grin forming on his face. He snapped his fingers, and minuscule balls of exploding light formed around him, slowly drifting towards Justin. Just a slight flick of his fingers could send crazy amounts of pain into Justin. He could. He would.

"Playtime, buddy," smiled Nick.

Wrap Up.

2010-01-02T05:49:00.000-08:00

Skip to the park area moment.

Nick strummed the first few notes of Drifting while Jian sat and watched. The rest were at the playground, and their whoops could be heard echoing into the basketball court.

The feeling from the music, and the silence that echoed the music from the center of the court where he sat.

It got him to relax.

_____________________________________

In no particular order.

Justin Wong, Ketua Pengawas.

Tell me how we met. I knew you as this guy with way too much hair. Heh. Four years. Can you believe it, Jus?
How did we get here?

You don't read this, of course. Haha. Quote Jian, you're everybody's bestie. We're together for one more year! Gosh. Let's make sure we don't forget each other, aite? It was you, me and Ken last year(2009).

You opened up my life. I turned from uglyass idiot to who I am now cause of you.

Thanks? I focus more on relationships than studies now. ...Thanks. Haha!

I love you buddy. =)

Kenneth Wong, Student.

We didn't really like each other, did we? I got close to you from that day, somewhere in the middle of '09. You came up and said,

"Hey, I didn't really like you much last time."
"Uhuh."
"But you know what? I'm really glad I'm your friend."

You shook my hand.

And my life spiralled down after that. Haha! Kidding. You're the lightbulb in my high school life(and if fate calls, my college life!) You gave me reasons to live.

I'm gonna go far: You're my best friend.
Thanks, buddy. =)

Liesl Tan, Idiot.

Again, I met you this year. A classmate. But initially, we first made contact during Form 1. I was sorely mistaken and declared you a Lizard, and in a fit of rage, you laid waste upon my back. It still twitches when I see you. As I was the funniest guy you met, you were the most sporting girl I've ever met.

Liesl:"Nick!"
Nick:"Hey Liesl!"
Liesl:"*gasp I don friend you!"
Nick: *sobs and turnes away
Liesl:"WAIT! Nick! I'm sorry! D:"

Yeah. Thanks Liesl. Haha. Not sarcastic though. You were the easiest person to talk to. Ever. Not gonna be forgetting you, buddy. Thank you. =)

Jian, Tan.

Yeah, we did a good job smoothening things out. It just worked out well, I got over the snobbish attitude and apologized at Malam Amal, and hey! We're buddies now.

Genesis, I think. And. Well. You coming over to 4B all the time. It all brought us together. And we spent our New Year together, we had lots of fun. Chaotic year, eh? Can't wait for this one. xD

Thank you. =)

Yuvanesh a/l Jeyaraman, Annei.

What can I say? You were rough.

Literally like a bear.

But you know? When I say something and you reply wiuth something utterly horrifying, you actually meant it well. No joke. Like... Remember that time? The girl who "cheated" me? And you were like,

"Can I break her neck? And his too?"

You kinda left me gasping, but it really meant alot. Shows how much you care for your buddies.

Thanks, bro. =)

Shaun Chien, Rockstar.

You were the quiet guy, I first thought. Better not mess with him. Might sacrifice one of his cheaper guitars and smash it over my skull. But ended up being a good friend. Haha. One thing you actually helped me out with was the desire to pick up guitar again. We could talk abotu it without sounding too annoyingly fanatic, and... Yeah. Thanks. =)

It just fell out into place. And hey presto! You're a real good friend, and you talk facts. Alot. I like that. Nothing like fresh serious conversation once in awhile. Thanks. =)

I have ta continue tomorrow. It's getting late.

Love you baby. =)

End. Beginning.

2009-12-31T22:49:00.000-08:00

Nick sat on his bed. Fifty minutes ago, he'd been laughing along with his friends at the park oppsite his snug home.

He buried his head in his hands and breathed out slowly.

Thirty minutes ago, he said goodbye after giving everyone a hug.

Nick closed his eyes, a slight frown creasing his features.

Forty minutes ago, 2009 just ended.

And now.

Nick grabbed the sheets and gripped them tightly, so tight that his knuckles turned white, gritting his teeth.

What's wrong?

The Last Day.

2009-12-27T00:53:00.000-08:00

Nick watched as everyone danced to the music. A big group had formed a long train of linked arms and were jumping around, having the time of their lives.

The music got everyone feeling high, as they danced to their last goodbye.

Sanchia leaped high into the air and sang along to the lyrics.

Shayne danced beside Daley with their hip hop moves.

Xin Han was weeping and laughing, hugging everyone he could see.

Greg was leading the train, making cheesy movements with his arms.

"Hey." Nick looked around. Joaquin had his hand on Nick's shoulder. "Why aren't you going wild?" he laughed.

Nick smiled slightly. "I had my share just now," he said, pointing to his soaked Yuber shirt. Grinning, Joaquin slapped Nick's back and moved in to join the train.

Nick checked his watch. It was twelve.

He breathed out and whispered,

"See you guys."

Yeah.

2009-12-25T22:51:00.000-08:00

Yeah, you can play guitar with those weird wannabe methods.

Yeah, you don't really like normal chords, and you find those who play a G chord pretty amateur.

Yeah, you like to play those complicated chords that actually sound like a normal one.

Yeah, you're a self proclaimed pro.

...So?

Inspired By A Follower's Post. xD

2009-12-22T21:09:00.001-08:00

With Christmas mood at hand, Nick decided to call Justin to wish him Merry Christmas.

Running down the steps, he reached out for his cellphone.

016*******

Beep beep.

"I guess he's busy," Nick shurgged. He was all happy and proud, cause he knows that you can only leave a message after the beep. Little did he know there has to be a monotonous woman telling him to leave it.

"Hey, Justin. Nick he-"

Beep beep.

"Oh. Too early. Hey-"

Beep beep.

"What the. Justi-"

Beep beep.

"Damn! Shut-"

Beep beep.

"..."

.......

"Jus, it's Nick-"

Beep beep.

"Fuck!"

Sorry. The number you have dialed is unavailable. Please try again later.

Nick stared, looking confused. Then he pressed the "End Call" button.

Nick muttered to himself. "Justin's mom sounds weird."

Uber Yuber.

2009-12-21T04:51:00.000-08:00

As the people who read this blog know, I went for a camp called Yuber Camp from the 16th to the 20th of December.

And.. I...

Let's just say I changed. For the better.

I hate emo, dramatic things. Let's jump to the fun part.

Our beloved head and crap-talker(but does make alot of sense), Greg Evans!

And a hunk named Joaquin. But his name's pronounced as WoaKin.

Posting soon. =)

{Wish That I Could...

2009-12-13T22:12:00.000-08:00

Tell you how it feels,
Maybe I'll just show you, my life I won't conceal,
It's nothing at all,
How I wrote this song,
For you.
Simple words mean the most when it's real.} -Nick/Payphone

Some Post Titles Are Glitzy...

2009-12-12T07:15:00.001-08:00

..and some are happy. Some don't have any connexion to the blog post itself, and some(most) are emo.

Emo. Emo! Christmas Carol! It was emo. For the first few minutes.

Otherwise, it rocked socks. Weewit.

I went out to watch Christmas Carol with Justin, Ken, Liesl, Julia, Isaac, Jay Han and Farhan.

Originally.

The second(and much bigger) party consisted of Justin, Ken, Julia, Jun Wei, Leon, Emily(Ching), and coincidentally, the choir gang.

...Want a story mode? Read below.

Ciauz =)

Story Mode.

2009-12-12T06:53:00.000-08:00

Nick grumbled. His mom was definitely not Malaysian, nor was his whole family actually. For they had insisted on dropping Nick at 2.00pm at Pyramid. Not 2.30pm.

So Nick sat there mourning the loss of his phone battery. He was goin to shut his phone down when Julia smsed. She says she's at Popeye's with Jun Wei, Leon, Tzi Ying, and a big bunch of people.

"Wait, Tzi Ying? What're you-"
"Her birthday! We're celebrating it. Wanna get a bra for her?"

After a polite decline, Nick waited awhile more. Then Emily came. He didn't see her for a month. He kinda missed her, actually.

Skipping the details, they headed off to Popeye's and found that everybody had left. Dreading the beginning of a wild duck chase, Nick sat at Popeye's and called for a beer. Thankfully, Emily's eyes sought out Leon and Jun Wei just a metre away from Popeye's.

"Screw!" cursed Nick.

After that, they decided to search for Justin, who seemed to have lost himself at Pyramid, if that was possible.

Jun Wei tried.

"We're at Famous Amos. Meet us there."
"Sure thing!"

We ended up finding Justin above Famous Amos, with Ken. Ken threw down a packet of Roller Coaster junk food down, and Nick caught it like that cool throwing scene in the Avatar trailer. Somehow, they never managed to find it until halfway through the movie.

Skipping certain parts, Nick and company made it to the cinema to get the tickets. Then they split. Jun Wei and Leon to God knows where, Emily and Julia to shop, Nick, Justin, and Ken to the arcade. Ken made a fool of them by hitting the play button without putting any tokens inside, and they spent sixteen tokens on gunning games in twenty minutes.

Basically, the three of them sucked.

They then proceeded to meet up with Jun Wei and co, and from there, planned to meet at the cinema at 4.30p.m.

Nick hung out at the Takoyaki shop with Justin and Ken, and a sequence of events occurred. Firstly, Nick ordered two sets of takoyakis(three octopus balls in one set); another one for Emily. Unfortunately, he enjoyed himself so much talking to Jus and Ken, he ended up eating both sets. Thus, he wasted another four bucks on another three takoyakis.

At the movie area, they found out that there were fours groups roaming about Pyramid.

Nick's Company,
Tzi Ying's Birthday Company,
Vanes' Company, and
Rushan's Choir Company.

Coincidentally, Nick and Rushan's group were about to watch the same movie same time. A fight sequence began between Justin and Rushan, for Justin had close ties with Rushan's gang. Rushan was upset that Justin came with us, and not her.

Ken attempted to break the fight up, but it ended up with Rushan "accidentally" raising her hands in anger and spilling a quarter of Ken's popcorn.

Tragic scene occurs.

Then the movie, and we went back after.

It's a beautiful day. =)

He was 20.

2009-12-10T18:26:00.001-08:00

He's a guy I never knew. But Jeremy did. A few of my other friends played bball with him.

No memories shared with him, nothing. I don't feel heartbroken.

But the realization. The impact. I was at Summit that day. That thunderous day. And just a few meters away, he died.

The awareness about how easy it was to kill a human. Without taking his best friends, his family, his future into account.

The effect it has on the people around him.

A person who passed early before his or her time is heartbreaking, cause it's not supposed to happen. The numbing effect that you might have just gone out with him a day before he left.

And the terrible sadness.

I don't wanna lose anyone.

Tan Han Yin.

We will soon fade away and grow old,
But he will not,
For when we disappear to dust,
His memory shines,
The brightest of all lights. -Shakespeare

My Followers.

2009-12-07T01:51:00.000-08:00

My followers don't exactly comment or leave messages on my chatbox. So I don't exactly give a damn if they stop following me. But if you three followers do read my blog, thanks a bunch. Love you. =)

Teehee.

Zac gave me the inspiration to blog again. I lost it, after China. It was like, "I so wanna blog about China!" and the next day it's "Maybe when I go to China again. Then I'll blog about it."

But I got nothing. Still got nothing. Although one thing I did at Macao, China stuck to me.

At the ruins of Saint Paul's Church, the splendid structure that got burned down in 1877, and at the first church in China, Saint Xavier's, I prayed.

So what, right? But it meant alot. Cause it was the very first time I prayed to Jesus in a church, an abode where the ones who loves Him and vice versa come to praise the Lord.

Real emotional. Heh. Kinda felt lighter after praying. Still, I wonder if He heard my prayer. I'm still not a Christian. Laugh out loud.

And I quote myself after I watched Letter From Hell and Truth. Man should be spreading the Love for God's Grace, not Fear of Satan's Wrath.

In other words, I find those video makers of the two videos above pathetic. Youtube crap, like Rudi said.

I don't know Rudi, though. Haha.

Ciauz. =)

Oh oh! I made a good friend at China. His name's Puss. Kept crawling all over me. And his fur was all puffed up cause it was cold. Cute. =)

Okay, really bye bye.

2009-12-06T05:54:00.000-08:00

Nick. says:
hey
cancel the mamak tomorrow
can you do it friday? =)

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
hahaha
sure sure

Nick. says:
and
ken and yuva wanna watch christmas carol
so might as well make it an outing right

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
oh...gay betul
lol
kk
why not

Nick. says:
so..
wanna ask you about the girl factor
*grin

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
grin factor?

Nick. says:
GIRL
im grinning
==

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
what girl factor?

Nick. says:
GOSH
wanna invite girls or not?
and and
i really like kris and adam's singles
haha

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
whyja call it the girl factor for?
><''
hahaha

Nick. says:
why not ><

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
adam just disturbs me now...in a digusted gay way
why so

Nick. says:
ah
thats too bad
music again and live like we're dying
both are cool songs

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
kris....gah...no comment lah...
i don't hate him though..
go ryan cabrera!
lol

Nick. says:
live like we're dying was written by the script
that's why i like it
script writes damn nice songs man!
ryan cabrera? isn't he dead? ><

@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
yea yea...i was talking about his funeral songs..
dammit...thats mean

Nick. says:
oh
he's alive?

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
he's not dead!

Nick. says:
i thought he's an old singer
cause the girls kept saying true is a classic
...
so he's late forties, i guess?

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
well his true is a classic
no no...in the 16 hundreds..
*slap

Nick. says:
ow
how old is he
i never saw his face before la! D:

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
he's probably at the most late 20s
don't bother looking him up on google..
he looks like a gay hobo

Nick. says:
haha
told you

Damn, I'm bored.

Blatant Corruption.

2009-12-05T04:17:00.000-08:00

Man once said to Guy:

"That Woman who loves you is beautiful! She's drop dead gorgeous! She would never leave you. Why did you pick the Girl, whose beauty does not compare to one of such esteem?"

Guy simply replied, looking puzzled:

"Because I love Girl, and not the Woman."

Back

2009-12-04T08:34:00.000-08:00

I looked back on my old posts in 2008, and realized how stupid my writing was back then.

No wonder people were irritated at me. It's so... Bimbo-ish. Haha.

I'm back from China! Great place. But I need a mamak desprately. My mouth smells like dim sum.

And, yeah. I need to sleep. Tired days, tired days.

I love you. Night. =)

Macau.

2009-11-27T18:25:00.000-08:00

So, tomorrow morning, Sunday 4a.m., the flight to China I'm taking is about to take.. flight. So don't bother texting me. I'll be bringing my phone, but I can't answer calls and reply messages, cause my phone credit will instantly jump to a beautiful O.

And I'm going to MACAU, CHINA. To those guys who can't differentiate Macau and Mekah. Honestly, come on. Why'd I go to that place? I know Mekah as good as I know Singapore. ...Doesn't mean much, though.

Yeah. So... To anyone who reads this, please feel free to spam my chatbox. I feel so warm inside when I see a shitload of messages on my chatbox(be it spam or not). Hee.

Bye bye =)

Oh! Since Facebook is a wee bit famous, so my thank yous to those who wished me didn't get to read it, here:

Thanks for wishing me,

Rachel,
Andressa,
Gaby,
Kelly,
Vi Jia,
Daphne,
Tze Lik,
Pamela,
Janessa,
Sonia,
Err,
Melissa,
Vin Sern ,
Rishika,
Chi Chung,
Robina,
Audrey,
Benjamin Lim,
Carmen,
Ken Ric,
Wen Zhi,
Nick Lim(Like your name too. HAHA),
Kaelan,
Aziem,
Syazana,
Renee,
Yen Yen,
Harsukhpreet,
Paula,
Damien,
Denise,
Felani,
Yian Ling,
Abby,
Joelle Chew,
Samantha Chew,
Arshvin,
Shane,
Suet Theng,
Min Yi,
Yen-Ling,
Joyce,
Jennis,
Jared,
Shalynn,
Stefany,
Shang Shi,
Samuel(love you too hunn. xoxo. HAHA),
Jeremy,
Peter,
Yat Kuan,
Zhen Ni,
Sher Rhie,
Timothy,
Melvin,
Zhen Wei,
Zunaira.

Those who called,

Yuvanesh,
William.

Those who hung out with me,

Justin,
Jay,
Isaac,
Farhan,
Liesl,
Ken,
Shauna.

Those who texted:
Emily Chan,
Felicia,
Seng Kiat,
Nerissa(I think),
Er.
...
I sort of deleted my messages. So. When I remember I'll add your names here. Sorry! D:

Last thing. To the idiots who went bankrupt for me(Inside thingy. Not an inside joke, though),

Justin Wong. Thanks, buddy. =)

And. Emily Ching. Thanks. Hee.

Those who I didn't or forgot to post up, please tell me. Real sorry ><

Niwayz, if you're wondering why I did this instead of saying thank you all for wishing, I realized when you see your name on someone's credit list, it gives you this tingling sense of happiness.

So on Thankgiving Day, it seems better to write it all down.

Ciauz =)

Happy Thanksgiving.

Dear Stephanie Meyer.

2009-11-26T22:51:00.000-08:00

Stephenie Meyer (née Morgan; born December 24, 1973) is an American author, known for her vampire romance series Twilight. The Twilight novels have gained worldwide recognition, won multiple literary awards and sold over 85 million copies worldwide,[1] with translations into 37 different languages around the globe.[2][3] A film adaptation of Twilight was released in the United States on November 21, 2008. Meyer is also the author of the adult science-fiction novel The Host.
Meyer was named USA Today's "Author of the Year" in 2008.[4] She was also the biggest selling author of the year, having sold over 29 million books in 2008 alone,[5][6] with Twilight being the best selling book of the year.[7] Meyer was ranked #49 on Time magazine's list of the 100 Most Influential People in 2008,[8] and was also included in the Forbes Celebrity 100 list of the world's most powerful celebrities in 2009, entering at #26 with annual earnings exceeding $50 million.[9]

You are amazing. To be able to write a book about a vampire and a girl and a man wolf, and become one of the 100 Most Influential People. It must have taken a lot of hard work to get there, huh? It wasn't easy, I bet. After all, not many people can make stories like this. I mean, who would've thought of a love triangle between two monsters and a human? Ingenious.

So, Twilight got you to number #49 on the list of influential people.

Maybe I'll tell a fan girl of Edward Cullen to piss off. Yeah, that should get me to number #47.

Musicians These Days...

2009-11-26T22:35:00.000-08:00

Ah geez...

I'm real sad, cause instead of the radio, I've been listening to old stuff, where people use guitars, drums, basses, pianos and other things.

I call it old, cause now people use organs, and presto! you got a band.

And there's techno. I get R'n B, but suckers like Akon are transforming the music industry into a shit pile.

Even the kids suck. Check out Justin Bieber, fifteen yeal old child prodigy who composed one song and made it big. Can't even sing. And there're all those stupid fan girls shouting "Oh God! Justin! Justin!". It didn't tick me off when David Archuleta got this treatment. Cause he's good! I know three Justin's who are stupid. Justin Bieber's the third.

Anyone could just hum a catchy tune, get an organist to play some random music, and throw in words like "check me out, check you out she's so hot, I love you alot". Damn! It's so frustrating.

Isn't there any real music left? I can count them. COUNT them! John Mayer, hopefully Bon Jovi's The Circle will come out good. There's the Rejects, and some other bands.

Screw Fly Fm, and Hitz, too. I'm slowly going into Mix.

Dan Tat

2009-11-22T00:34:00.000-08:00

Sorry, I just got hooked with Tzi Ying's dog's name. Egg tart in cantonese I think. Anyway it's so cute! Although the dog doesn't look like a Dan Tat.

Speaking of dogs, I abided by Liesl's advice, and after seeing Farhan's delightful hair, I used dg shampoo in a ditch attempt to soften my hair. Same only la, Liesl. D:

...Yeah.

And I got a bone to pick with my beloved school. To be more specific, the PIBG and maybe our delightful principal.

I once asked someone in our school. Let's say it's the principal. My friend was real keen on signing up to our school next year. Our respectful principal denied entry, saying no matter what, she wouldn't let any student transfer here.

"We're too loaded with students," she insisted with a slight tone of annoyance.

Few months later, a student from Kedah came over to our school. My class. I was a tiny bit annoyed, that he was here. But I reasoned with myself. He was from Kedah after all. Special case.

Next year, some person is joining Seafield too. I'm pissed. Got a few nice reasons for it, too.

Firstly, he's an ass. He screwed his life in a certain school, and he's coming here in the hope he won't screw this school too badly. My buddies in that school're so damn happy to get him out. Secondly, the principal let him in just cause his dad's a big guy in PIBG. So somehow, that dad persuaded dear Principal to let his godforsaken son into our school.

Another thing that pissed me was that my friend was a six A student, and because of that they didn't let him in.

...Fuck.

Comiseratio.

2009-11-21T05:27:00.000-08:00

I am inspired by Choong Hou's quirky style of writing! It draws readers like that golden cat thingy. The one that moves its paw up and down, apparently to attract customers. Coincidentally, Choong Hou loves cats! =D

I went through a phase where I thought, "Shat, no one reads my blog."

But ah, who cared. Or cares.

I'm back!

And we had some fun at Jwei's house. Her new absolutely large and environmentally friendly house. And a bit too open aired.

Only... Five people were there. Jwei, Jun Yi, Nick. Wait. I mean me, Marcus, Sze Jie and Wei Qin.

...There were six of them, sorry. Too lazy to press the up button to go up there and change...

Nevermind. Anyway. Her house was a bit empty, the living room was kinda echoish. But it was a pleasant house. Kemuning Utama. =)

The toilet was halfway through renovation, so although it was one of the coolest house toilets I've seen, Jun Wei and Jun Yi could spy on me if they wanted to. ==

We watched Wolverine, and all Wei Qin would comment on was how red Hugh Jackman's nipples were.

Then we had chendol! Which was cool. But the red beans tasted like jagung, while the jagung tasted like red beans.

We still had a coolie time. Cheerio, Jwei! *inside joke.

Ken just came online! I'm gonna straddle him. Ciauz!

A picture of the Fender Cd220 Bubina or something like that. I just liked it and bought it. Didn't bother to see the name.

Solid top, D'Dario strings(can't spell it right), Beautiful tone, Fender.

Bye =)

Final Fantasy IX

2009-11-19T22:09:00.000-08:00

I just finished playing Final Fantasy IX(that's 9, for the people who don't dig Romans), and believe it or not, I cried.

I don't think any Final Fantasy game was as... Enticing? Addictive? Ff VII had the best storyline, but IX really got stuck on me.

And the romance was kinda original too =)

Yeah. Damn, I'm gonna go cry some more. xD

Ciauz, people.

Geezuz Rice

2009-11-18T21:11:00.000-08:00

Nick logged in to Facebook, with the prospect of seeing the usual two friend requests, funny photos of 4 Budi at Las Caretas, and no wall posts.

When he finally did log in, he saw fifty wall posts, sixteen friend requests, and a nice ten message inbox.

What Yee Lei would have done on her blog after seeing stuff like that:

Oh gosh man I felt like crying so I ran to my room and started crying! xD

What Shaun would have done:

Waste time la.

What Nick did?

He went to his room. Then he took a nap to absorb the number of posts he just saw.

In simpler tones, he fainted.

Thanks, guys. I'm too lazy to lsit it down, but those who posted on the wall, I've written down every singel one of your names and thanked you on Facebooj.

Thanks. This is new.

Cool. =)

Insanity.

2009-11-17T04:15:00.000-08:00

Nick said casually to his friend, "You really need friends. Else you'll go insane."

His friend said, "But workaholics don't have time for friends. They're always working. They don't even have time for their kids."

Nick simply replied with four words.

"That's why they're insane."

I Had A Cool Birthday Watching A Movie About The World Ending.

2009-11-16T03:49:00.000-08:00

Thanks to Isaac's blog, the song Ghosts by Michael Jackson is stuck in my ears, along with Time For Miracles by Adam Lambert. They don't mix well. D:

Anyway, I(Yes, I'm finally doing first person view writing) went to school. Heh. Cause Justin said duty ended at 1230. So there was time to eat at the mamak. Too bad. Duty ended 110.

Anyway, we skipped lunch, and me and Justin had a nice wet bath together. Then we left for 2012.

So. I got freaked out cause it was the first ever time I watched a disaster movie.

One thing, though. They put in the humor at the totally wrong times. Right after some country gets destroyed, something stupid and funny happens that spoils the effect.

Damn.

But it was a delightful movie. Gave me so much inspiration. To do what? ...Dunno.

Liesl left with Shauna, followed by the whole gang. So I wandered around until dad came.

Great day. Had lots of fun anyway.

And right after I posted this post, my mom surprised me yet again with a Baskin Robbins ice-cream cake! =D So this is edited five minutes after this was originally posted. =)

Love you mom, and dad. =)

P.s. Thanks for singing the birthday song through the phone, Emily. =) I appreciate it. Really.

Gonna go back to play the Fender! =D

Fender.

2009-11-14T05:31:00.000-08:00

Nick screamed to himself as It's My Life's chorus played out directly from his earphones to his ears, thoroughly damaging his eardrums.

He was trundling in his dad's car, on the way to Court's Mammoth, for his mother had complained about getting a new bed. Or something like. It's My Life is pretty loud.

Anyway, Nick was slightly depressed. He had been out the whole day. Tuition in the morning, lunch, going around buying all sorts of stuff for mom, and after Courts Mammoth, they were going to the city. KL. All he wanted was to go home.

They arrived. Apparently, Courts Mammoth's entrance had been revamped. It was a glass building, so uniquely created, Nick should have known it wasn't the entrance to Courts. But aftr all, he was an idiot.

So he was there feeling sad and down when they reached the third floor. The doors opened and Nick still didn't notice. Then his dad put an arm around his shoulder. He thought he was going to get raped.

Then his dad said, "Happy birthday."

They were in Bentley's Guitar Studio.

An hour of trying and crying and thank you's later, Nick got himself a guitar.

Rock, Stone.

2009-11-12T06:35:00.001-08:00

Marcus, songs not completed want a cover edi? =) I don't mind. Hurry hurry get Zac and the rest! =D

Very Stupid Boy

2009-11-12T01:48:00.000-08:00

The nightmare wouldn't have been so evil and bad if the guy Nick saw was not his very good friend.

Through My Window

2009-11-10T04:54:00.000-08:00

You want an honest opinion?

I think BunkFace seriously f$#%ed that song up. They're kinda the suckiest bands in Malaysia, and they are perfect examples of typical Malaysian music.

Put it this way. They suck.

The Subway Massacre

2009-11-10T04:13:00.000-08:00

Nick expected a quiet, nice day to jam with Payphone(s). Jeremy came along with him, and they were waiting for Marcus and Zac(Emily Chan couldn't make it) when Ken passed by, looking good-naturedly puzzled by the world as usual.

He told Nick and Jer they were playing futsal when the space shuttle from question 18 of the EST paper exploded in the middle of the futsal field. The whole gang of friends ran for cover. Ken, who predicted the whole incident occurring, decided to slip away to Summit. Jay who was a superb sprinter arrived moments after Ken. Iqan who complained of headache came up the escalator very shortly after Jay, his gaze lingering on Nick. Seeming to be unable to recognize Nick, he slouched off somewhere else.

It was because of them, Nick abandoned his original plan to wait for Marcus and dragged Jeremy outside Summit to wait for Liesl's gang. Halfway through the journey, he met Ammar, Zarif and Fahim, also form futsal. They waved happily for awhile, then Nick proceeded with his quest, Jeremy close behind.

Right outside Summit, Schaun, Yuva, Isaac, Scott, Liesl, Farhan, Jon Ding, Nick Koh and a few balls(futsal balls) trundled by. With great joy and exclamations of delight, Nick embraced Yuva.

So they ended up lunching in Subway. Here the gang split into pieces: Nick had no idea where Jay, Iqan, Yuva, Farhan, Scott, and Koh went, but he knew the balls, Liesl, Isaac, Ken, Schaun, Jon Ding, him and Jer were there at Subway.

It was then; the whole problem began.

It all started with Nick asking Jeremy about his sandwich preference, with Liesl wailing about getting her cookies.

"Which sandwich do you-"
"COOOKIE!"
"-like?"
"I always stick with Chicken-"
"COOOOOOOO~"
"...Teriyaki."
"Okay, the-"
"KIEEEE"
"SHUDDAP!"
"You don't like me?" Liesl starts crying.
"NO! I mean, yes, I do find you friendly, but you're a bit-"
"COOKIE!"

Then Jeremy suggested(insisted) on putting this sour thing(barbecue sauce) on my beautiful sandwich. That spoilt the sandwich.

Liesl kindly offered(forced) Nick to order a Pamilienindiehiuhed tea thing. Nick looked forward to a nice cup of tea, like a proper Englishman.

He had trouble opening the packet to get the tea bag out.

He made the unfortunate mistake of asking Ken to open it. Using supreme strength and a pointy stick, Ken managed to stab a hole through the packet.

He incidentally stabbed a hole through the tea bag, itself too. This made Nick very upset.

Somehow, Ken managed to convince Nick that these are actually tea leaves supposed to be dissolved in the hot water. Believing him, Nick let Ken pour the leaves into the hot water.

Looked like muck.

After Nick wallowed in his sorrow for a moment, he watched Ken drink the muck with fascination.

Revenge over, at least.

After awhile, Marcus came along. The band was complete, as Emily Chan needed to enlarge her two front teeth, and Zac got lost in the car park of Summit.

The Jam Went Smoothly, And Our First Single Was Decided.

Yeah, end of story.

P.s.: Some parts in the story were exaggerated. Do not believe them. However, the whole story during the incidents at Subway were true. Honest. No joke. Ask Ken.

Ciauz! =)

Make That Song Come Alive

2009-11-05T21:47:00.000-08:00

"Hey, that was cool-"
"..and he just-"
"Shit man these people."
"'Sup, Farhan-"
"Jian, come on over-"
"...at band with Jit Qi, I think."

Less than fifteen people in one class. And th enoise was equally, if not louder than usual. Nice. And we jammed on the guitar all night long. Well, throughout school time anyway.

Lead guitarists: Farhan, Nick, Jian
Vocals: Liesl, Isaac, Farhan, Jian, Nick
Guests: Marcus, Shaun

Woot.

And some papers were out. But let's not get into that.

We had a flippin' good time, although it did get a bit boring. But these times are cool. When everything's done and a few of your good friends still haggle to school. Then with that small group, you have a flippin' good time.

It felt so nice and comfy. *dreamy smile.

Oh! Jian! Mudhouse rocks. Real funky. =)

I really don't have inspiration to post anything, so I'll be going now.

Attention all Payphoners! You free Tuesday after lunch? Jamming time. =)

Learn up the songs you were told. Be spontaneous, cause the first song of our album's coming out, need your opinions.

Payphone, over and out. =)

________________________________________________

I respect Marcus for what he did.

I am not impressed by inspirational stories, unless they actually differ from the too common ones (refer to Jian's blog).

I love Shaun. Boy, he gonna kill me.

__________________________________________________
First attempt at ink writing finales.

I'm twenty-one, I'm a father,
I love girls, they're much hotter,
Than my wife, who's a bother, but if she caught me with my neighbour,
Boy, would she love to snap my weener.

#5 Gathering Slowly

2009-11-04T00:45:00.000-08:00

Nick surveyed his fingers. They were rough and callused from fights: they kinda looked like the trees Nick used against his unfortunate enemies. That and the fact he couldn’t resist bringing his guitar and strumming it wherever he was made his hands look like his grandfather’s.

The Resistance was gathering. From a few friends like Marcus, Ken, and Yuv, to a battalion. And somehow, he had to command them all. Their display of faith and determination to actually lay siege to the Facility impressed him. Amazing, he thought.

He looked up and counted a few heads he recognized. Then he gestured at Ken.

“What’s up?”
“You know we’re going to infiltrate the main Facility branch soon.””Oh hell, finally!” So far, everyone besides Nick, Ken and a few others like Yuv(who didn’t give a damn whether he died or not) had chickened out from the thought of stepping into the twenty meter borderline around the Facility. Thus, no chance of attacking directly. Nick had grudgingly accept the infiltration method instead. It was settled. He, Ken, Marcus and Yuv would go sneaky on the Facility.

It was a nice plan, after some consideration. The main objective was to retrieve info; weaknesses, entrances, exits, places where important stuff were hidden. Yuv would stand guard as a cute little puppy (it took all of his self-control to agree to that), while Ken, Marcus and Nick would go in. It was ideal. Ken could absorb Yuv’s strength, and morph into something. Anything. Another silver-plated Facility soldier. Marcus could stop time. Perfect escape plan. And Nick. He wanted to be there when things happened. So. Yeah.

Then came the flaw. They had a lot of scouting work done on the building. Felicia has been there to analyze where exactly they should go. While she did that, she also checked with her insanely flexible mind for hostiles. At that moment, she discovered Jian.

Nick cursed himself for being too kind. He cursed Jian for getting caught. He cursed Justin for capturing Jian. And he cursed the Facility for bringing this whole thing up in the first place. Powers, high-tech weaponry, teens out of school killing adults. Madness.

Some changes were made to compensate Jian’s capture. Jian was a friend. And besides, he was one of the powerful Users out there. Plus, Ken wouldn’t shut up.

Ken was dead. Jian saw him ‘die’. He saw Ken getting smashed by a tree bark Nick sent hurtling into Justin and the whole carpark. This was getting complicated.

It was settled. Ken would morph into Jian. This was explained from Ken. He told Nick about how Jian had traveled in time to save Shaun during their first encounter with Justin. Jian had doubts about whether this time-travelling would have impacts on the future. Therefore, the idea of Ken being a Future Jian was perfect. He absorbs Yuv’s power and morphs into Jian. Then he takes Jian’s power when he’s right outside the cell where Jian’s being experimented on. Nick and Marcus’ll do the info stealing. YZuv will still be a puppy.

Perfect.

“So when we gonna actually do this?” Nick shrugged.
“Tomorrow.” Ken gaped.
“That’s brash. You didn’t tell Marcus and the rest.”
“I did. During the conference. You were sleeping.”
“Hey, the air-conditioning was nice,” said Ken defensively. They had shifted HQs to an unoccupied building, where Ken’s dad worked. He offered it to them, adding, “Kids still love playing house, huh? Well, have fun.”

Real estate agent dads rock.

“Whatever. So. You ready?” Ken comtemplated the hard look on Nick’s face and nodded. They were walking down the streets. Summit’s shadow cast on them.
“Good. Get some rest. I’ll wake you up early tomorrow.” After Ken left, Nick kept strolling. He sighed. He had changed. From the carefree idiot he was to a hardened commander. And the killing didn’t help. It was gruesome at first. Bile threatened to engulf his tracheal system. The sound of bones cracking under the force of his genetically fortified trees, the ripping of flesh as rough, wooden claws tore through Nick’s opponents. It was scary, and he had vomited. The first time he killed.

That was when he was still in the Facility.

A noise interrupted his thought. It came from the back alley. Pricking his ears, he identified it as the cries of a weeping lady. A sense of foreboding darkened Nick’s mood. Rape? Robbery? Then he shook his head. Maybe a guy dumped his girl. Anyway, he checked.

The first thing Nick noticed was hair. It came in crazy amounts, shooting all over her scalp, falling in a crazy mess on her forehead. Looking at it, Nick pictured a hippie.

Next was surrounding. There was a dirty-green substance on the floor, and some, on her hands and hair. It looked like acid.

His suspicion was confirmed when he saw pieces of silver plating similar to Facility armor lying among the puddles of disgusting goo. He shivered. She was a power user. She can create acid.
And moments ago, she had melted a few Facility troops into goo.

The girl looked up, her tear-streaked face screwed up in a grimace.

“What do you want, man? I’m busy. These guys tried to rape me, and now I got sticky acids on my Gucci,” she wailed. Nick looked around.
“You okay?” The look the lady gave him was so venomous, he half expected the melting acid to spit right at him. He took two steps back.
“What do you think?” she shot at him.
“Er… No.”
”Well, help me then!” Gingerly, Nick pulled her up, avoiding the green spots on her clothing. Nick stared.

”You’re not injured! Why did you need help standing?” Nick demanded.
“Cause. I’m. A. Diva,” she said. “Anyway, I’m Joanne.”
”…Nick.”
“Right.” She flashed a large, glittery smile. “You got a place where I can clean up?”

Nick looked at the office where about twenty or so Resistance members were camped. He was sure Joanne could be a good friend, albeit a bit self-important. Would the rest like her?

“Sure.”

Sacrifice.

2009-11-02T22:20:00.000-08:00

Posting from my beloved phone. And this costs me the last of my credit. Well hell, two bucks right? Okay-lah. =)

I'll be posting tomorrow. And I see Justin did me a favour. Real sorry D:

Okay, to the main topic of this post.

I found the Sacrifice post that popped up on Jeremy's blog nice. The post itself, cool. The meaning about how it felt to be in God's almighty shoes, sure. As long as you stay there, it's fine. =)

But I really disagree with the minister who sacrificed his son. If he exists, I have no respect for him.

A nice response I got when I mentioned this was, "He does exist. He is God."

... I wouldn't kill my son for this.

Next! Marcus! That was cool. Not giving in to temptation, and studying by yourself.

"I'm going to do this myself. And if I don't do well and my dad asks me why I screwed up and my friends did so well, I'll just say, 'You know what? I got a good conscience.'"

I mean, the guys who found out about the 'bocor' question (including me) did a bad thing, right? So if everyone kept their mouths shut, appreciate la. But if someone blabs, it's not exactly their fault, you know. After all, we did something BAD. *Mj's Bad comes up* AU! Tah! TCH!

Elaboration next time! Kachow =)

FatE. faItH.

2009-10-12T06:36:00.000-07:00

"Tis' your fate to be who you are." Those words rang in Chris' ear since the sermon at his church. They were walking back home already. Seemed like a dream. He turned to his brother, Tim. Unlike his name, Tim was actually a cool guy. Strong Christian, great hair, Mother Teresa outlook.

"Hey, Tim..." He flashed his usual happy-go-lucky grin at Chris.
"Yeah?"
"Do you believe in fatE?" Tim kept on walking.

Then he said casually, "I'd take the Evil out of myself, and believe in faItH, rather. Give yourself an Inner Healing, you got me?" He walked on.

Chris didn't get it. I did, though.

That was totally spontaneous. I don't know how it popped in my mind at all.

You Know...

2009-10-09T22:20:00.002-07:00

I think the Truth post about the screaming old man is a bit overrated.

It's like striking fear in people in order to maintain their faith.

Just love God, okay? =)

You Know...

2009-10-09T22:20:00.001-07:00

Exam!

2009-10-06T23:08:00.000-07:00

Yeah, I'll be on a hiatus for now til after the exams. Everyone's stopped blogging(almost everyone), so I guess I gotta do the same.

Kinda critical, really.

So yeah. Ciauz, people!

Oh, check out Comedy Court, Indi and Allen. Bunch of nut comedians I ever saw. Went for their live performance. They rock socks when it comes to insulting politics =)

Ciauz for real!

Origins #4: Justin

2009-10-06T22:06:00.000-07:00

There was the boy. His target. He looked ordinary, a Secondary 6 on a bike cycling off to school. Justin watched him intently from that bench he sat on. If Justin killed that boy, and the many others he finds, he could live like that. A schoolboy. He could wear uniform, study, do normal things. He wondered if people enjoyed studying.

But was it worth it? Hundreds or more, slaughtered, for just one person’s escape? If Justin killed the boy, he wouldn’t be at school. His friends will wonder. His teachers will think he got kidnapped or something. And they would start a search. And a month later, he would be forgotten. It was… sad. Justin never felt compassion. He felt need. But now, emotion rose inside him.

He faltered. He could run. To somewhere far away. With his powers, he could practically do anything. That’s why they chose him. He was powerful. Then Justin thought of Michael. Number 412. He ran. He was killed. But Justin was stronger. Why not?

He started as a loud vibration stabbed his ears like a gunshot. He flicked open his cell phone. He took a breath and said, “Yeah?”

A cold voice whispered into his ear, slightly distorted by the bad signal.

“You have been warned.” The line went off. That was enough. His fear overcame uncertainty. Justin stared at his fingers. He had managed to control his power. About time he tried it on something that bites back. He was wearing a green v-neck and a pair of jeans. Flexible clothing.

He looked up. The student was gone. What’s his power, super speed? thought Justin. A creaking sound came to his hearing. He turned around.

Next moment, a thick steel pipe connected with Justin’s stomach, knocking him back ten feet.

The impact of the fall knocked his breath out, and he stayed there for a moment. Shaking his head, he stood up, then ducked as a chunk of stone from the sidewalk came flying at him. It shattered as it hit the electric pole behind Justin, showering him with stones and tar. He covered his eyes with his arms, then berated himself for blocking his view from the enemy.

Finally, the attack stopped. Justin looked over his bleeding hand. The boy came into view supporting a tree trunk on his shoulder as if it were a twig. Or a branch.

“I hate stalkers,” muttered the boy. “Especially idiots who have marks on their fingers.” Justin stared. He found out.

“Don’t you have one too?” Justin shot back.

“I suppose. But I don’t want to have anything to do with it. And if you’re here to kill me, forget it.” Justin smirked. The guy talks too cliche.

“What’s your name?” asked Justin.

“What for?” Justin shrugged.

“For fun.” The boy stared.

“…Brian.”

“Okay, Brian. I want you to know two things.” Justin held one finger up.

“One.” An electric pole uprooted itself form the ground, five feet from Brian.

“Our powers are really alike. I can lift things, too. Without my hands, of course.” Brian kept his ground, although sweat started to form on his neck, into his collar. The pole rotated itself til it faced Brian horizontally.

“Two.” Justin had a smirk on his face now. It was a confident, lazy smile. It fit his features perfectly. Their eyes met.

“My powers are stronger.”

The steel pole swung right at Brian, slamming into his back. He flew right at Justin. And right on cue, Justin sent Brian’s tree trunk swinging onto Brian. The crunch of Brian’s body crashing into the road was sickening. But it was a job well done. Justin turned to leave. He didn’t like to admire his handiwork.

“Hey!” Justin stopped. No way. Super strength, and super skin? Gritting his teeth, he spun round.

“You dropped this,” yelled Brian, his face bloody, but otherwise in perfect condition. Using the electric pole as a baseball bat, he swung hard at Justin’s head. A hand and two inches covered the distance between his face and the pole. He held it with all that telekinetical energy he had in his veins.

At that point, he realized he wasn’t strong enough to beat 500 people with weird powers.

Slowly curving his hand, he wrapped it around the pole, and stabbed it at Brian’s face. Screaming in pain, Brian backed off, clutching his injured head. Justin moved in for the killing move. Swinging it left and right, he pummeled Brian mercilessly. He could hear bones cracking, but he continued. At the thirteenth blow, he stopped.

What he saw was a bloody mass on the ground. Panting heavily, he moved his fingers around the body. Piles of bitumen from the broken road covered Brian and the depression left by the barrage of hits from the steel. He had killed someone. He took a life. Pant. The bitumen smoothened the road. Pant. Brian was buried under this road and no one’s going to find out. Pant. Justin looked at the Brian’s grave, dumbfounded. Then he smiled. His eyes widened. His mouth opened. He started to laugh. A snicker, marred by pathetic fear and glee. He dialed a number.

“He’s dead.”

“A messy job, and it took longer than I expected. But good work.”

“I will get stronger.”

“You do that.” The line cut. Justin lowered the cell. Yes, he would get stronger. He would be the strongest one among them all. He liked this feeling. He loved the way his power was being used. He liked killing. Maybe he didn’t need to run away. This could be fun. He walked away, leaving no trace of the already decaying body below the road.

The first kill was easier than he expected.

Cracky

2009-10-03T05:13:00.000-07:00

I always wanted to write a wise-ass post, but I ain't got no inspiration.

And peace to MU! Although the MU versus City match was the first ever time a watched a football match. Like my mom says, it's just about a few guys chasing after a ball, and damaging it in any means possible. Try your best to use your legs, players! The head works too, but don't use ur hands. That's naughty.

Basically? I'm bored. Haven't been blogging much about anything.

Cept' for the Genesis post down there. Latest one do read! Thanks to whoever's reading this. But my blog somehow has readers who don't comment on the chatbox, so I dunno who's reading at all. LOL.

Niwayz, I got a cam! A new DSLR. Now I gotta ask Yee Lei's dad how to take coolio pics =)

Ciauz people. I'm off to try out Kingdom Hearts Chain Of Memories. Great game! They finally got it in English. WOot!

Genesis Origins #3: Remember, Don't Forget

2009-10-03T03:46:00.000-07:00

Ken didn’t remember how he got these wounds. The tons of gashes on his body… He could feel them smarting from the perspiration flowing into them. And his shirt was officially unusable. Ever. His head buzzed. He remembered being hit really hard on the head. And then his mind went blank.

What puzzled him more was that he couldn’t see. His eyes had finally focused, and all he saw was black. Maybe he was blind. He panicked. Then he noticed that there was something covering his face. No wonder. Well, it wasn’t so bad then, he thought. He wasn’t blind. But the sack did smell strongly of apples. Too strong. Ken never liked apples.

Next moment, the sack covering his head was whipped off. And he looked into a pair of light brown eyes.

“You okay?” His captor had beautiful hair, unlike Ken’s own mohawk-ish style. The guy's hair fell messily on his forehead. A simple white tee hid behind a brown, cloth jacket. He had a grin which made you feel high.

Before answering, Ken absent-mindedly observed his surroundings. He was in a warehouse. Or something like it. Stacks of powdered cement were scattered here and there. The wall was filthy with graffiti. A few wooden chairs, with people sitting on them. A fan lazily rotated as Ken stared at it. It made him dizzy, so he stopped.

Only then did he notice the guy was still grinning at him, albeit not as eager as a few minutes before.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” groaned Ken. Here comes the corny line. “Where am I?”
“USJ 1 warehouse. Well, Yuv sleeps here. Marcus and Michelle live somewhere else,” said the guy. Yuv must be the Indian. They didn’t really pay much attention to Ken.

“Okay…” Ken glanced around again. Then he realized his arms were free to move, so he shook them up a bit. “Why am I here?”

“You know Justin? He came after you. Right? And he damned near killed you. Good thing Jian was there.” The guy smirked. “Basically, I saved your life!” He looked really proud of himself.

Ken didn't quite know what to say. "Er... Thanks."

“No problem. Now, let’s get down to business,” he added, grabbing a chair and sitting in front of Ken, who stared intently at his “savior”.

“I guess you know this, but Justin tracked you down cause you’re a power user. He works in a company called The Facility. FCLT for short,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “All of us,” he indicated Marcus, Paul and Yuv, “Were attacked before. By chance, we met up. And we’re kind of trying to hide from the guys.” He paused for awhile.

“But now, things have changed. We’ve been working to save people. Now we have the powers to attack. The FCLT’s network of spies and assassins are growing, and there’s nothing stopping them. Except us.”

Ken wondered. “So… You’re terrorists?”
The boy gaped. “What?”
“Well, terrorists attack companies, and facilities and the White House.”
“No! We’re not like that,” snapped the guy. “These people are planning something. And they’re killing off people like us. We’re trying to protect our kind of people.”

“…Why?” That word caught the guy off guard. Ken repeated the question. “Why bother? Isn’t it safer to forget about this? And live on with your life?” Ken stopped, then continued, “What’s your problem with the FCLT?”

The guy hesitated. He was wearing a pretty bitter smile. Then he uttered slowly, in no more than a whisper. “I got something to settle with them. They took away something important from me.” At that, he looked up at Ken.
“Anyway, I’m asking you to join me.”
"Join you?”
“Yes, smarty pants. Join us. We’re trying to get rid of a big threat here. We need the people. Besides,” he added, “It’s fun.” Marcus seemed pretty annoyed at the fun part, but decided to stay quiet.

Ken drooped his head, so it looked as if he was asleep. Could he do it? He was a power user. He could fight. After all, what were his powers for, if not for fighting? Simple and clean. He decided.

“Why not?” The guy grinned.
“Nice choice.” The atmosphere suddenly lightened. The guys looked more friendly, as if they were tensed up just now.

“Oh yeah.” The guy help up his hand, grinning. Again. “I’m Nick.”
Ken took his hand. “I’m Ken.”
Ken stopped. There was something itching at the back of his brain since Nick explained things to him.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“…Who’s Justin and Jian?”

Nick looked puzzled. “Don’t you know them?”

Ken looked just as confused.

“…No.”

Genesis Origins #2: Yes.

2009-09-22T21:01:00.001-07:00

Justin opened his eyes.

"Come and get it!" he snarled, bending his knees, shaking off the misty haze shadowing his sight. Then he realized he was back at the Facility. There was the building, and he was standing on the grass Farhan had ordered Justin not to stand on.

Today's a really weird day, thought Justin. Dusting his burnt clothes, he breathed deeply and tried to recall everything.

The walls of fire were closing in on him. He was about to give up. Then he experienced a very strange feeling. HIs body seized up, and he had a sensation which made his body feel as thin as a sheet of paper. He couldn't breathe. It must be death. This is how it feels like.

Then his breath came back. Choking, he gaped at Jian's back. Jian was looking around, frustrated and shocked.

Somehow, he had teleported.

Then the tree bark came crashing. Justin attempted to teleport again, and all he wanted was to go home.

And here he was. Amazed, he stood there for a few seconds. A new power. He could use it. Traces of his usual confidence appeared again, and he grinned. He clenched his fists.

Concentrating, he closed his eyes tightly.

A flash later, he disappeared from the clearing.

Genesis Origins #1: Bad Days II

2009-09-22T20:31:00.000-07:00

Jian dodged as Justin hurled continuous blasts of energy at him. His shirt was sweaty, bloody, and dirty. As he countered Justin's moves, a stupid thought came to him: Mom's gonna kill me for messing my clothes up.

He was walking back as usual, slightly glad he could finally get back home, to his heavenly bed. Ever since Shaun died, Jian's been sleeping. Alot.

So when he saw Justin beating Kenneth up, his mind jumped into overdrive. Not Ken too, he had pleaded to any gods who were listening from up there.

And here he was, trading blows with the boy he grew up with, the guy he came to hate.

Leaping back into a wall, he tried to focus after enduring a flurry of blows. He saw Justin limping towards him, hand raised. Jian leaned, totally spent.

"Damn!" spat Jian. Then he found it. Not a bad solution. But he never tried it before. Justin was getting closer.

Frowning, Jian raised both his arms. His two index fingers seemed to draw a red, fiery line in the air as they went lower. Next moment, he jerked his arms forward.

Two walls of fire stretched about ten meters to the front, and one meter high, forming a burning corridor. Justin couldn't get out, unless he went backwards. Jian grinned. He wasn't going to let that happen. He slowly narrowed the gap between his arms.

Justin cursed loudly, above the sounds of the raging embers. His eyes darted frantically around, looking for a way to break through this trap. He pushed Jian back with a blast of force, but Jian held, grimacing, his muscles screaming for him to let go.

I could end this. Finally! Jian's mind screamed. The three inch thick firewall closed together, joining and slowly burning off. Jian's arms dropped, totally spent. He raised his head, then his jaw dropped too.

Justin had disappeared.

Now, people who get hit by two walls of fire don't disintergrate in real life. Only in comics. This was impossible.

"What the-" Jian turned around, and saw Justin, his clothes slightly singed, but otherwise in good condition. Justin looked as bewildered as Jian was, staring at himself, amazed that he did not suffer from the fire. At all.

"How the hell?!" yelled Jian, slightly scared. Was there another power user nearby? He didn't have time to think about that, though.

Something big and cylindrical, twenty feet long, came swinging into the carpark. It rent through the cars and pillars.

The sound was so deafening that Jian, out of instinct, covered his ears and gritted his teeth. He looked above.

The whole building wasn't crashing down, at least. But the carpark was in the process of being crushed by the ground floor. Jian stared for a second longer.

Then he ran. There was a loud BANG behind him.

Silence.

Jian was terrified. He didn't know what he would find. Slowly, he faced the battleground.

No one at the crapark could've survived this wreck. The masses of rock covered the place completely. His mind in a whirl, he whispered, barely audible.

"...Ken?" He sifted through the rocks in a futile attempt to extract any bodies inside. Jian face contorted in anguish. He screamed out. "KEN!"

The fatigue washed over him. The energy he used to fight came from protecting Ken. He failed. He wanted to slump against the wall and sleep, forever, but the cops were coming soon, curious, nosy dwellers would arrive, too.

He noticed, without much curiosity, that the cylindrical object that destroyed the surrounding was a tree bark. Only, it was too big. It was an enlarged version of the trees he saw around the condo. Not really caring, he walked back to his bike. The reality of one death was enough. But another one was not easy to grasp. He gripped the handle of his bike a bit harder.

He slowly cycled back, wondering how on earth he would tell Liesl and Jay that another casualty just struck.

Genesis Origins #1: Bad Days

2009-09-18T07:31:00.000-07:00

Justin's Point

After Shaun's death, everything came easy. Molecular Manipulation. It only sounded cool. Justin muttered inaudibly as he trudged down the street, lamenting the fact it was a good day, with good weather, and he was on a mission to slaughter a guy his age.

"You did a good job on Shaun." A monotonous voice(irritating, too) reached his ears. Turning round, he saw Farhan walking down the air-conditioned hallways of the Facility. He flinched as the casualties of the battle with Shaun's gang acted on his body.

"Thanks," said Justin, trying to inject as much venom as he could into that one syllable. Farhan gloated at every flaw he did not have, and that Justin had. He had a hundred powers at his... power.

Sure, they worked together. But just because one works with another, doesn't mean they got to be friends. Right?

As Farhan approached, he sent an envelope flying into Justin's hand. Justin caught it. Farhan walked on. Justin thought he saw a smirk on Farhan's lips when Justin flinched.

"You got your next mission." He walked on. At the last moment, he inclined his head backwards. Really slightly.
"Get well soon, buddy." Justin seethed.

And here he was. He beat Shaun, but Shaun beat him up quite badly too. His ribs were still healing. But, of course, things like that don't really matter. The job has to be done.

Justin jolted out of his reverie. Looking ahead, he saw a familiar face. A face to be targeted. A face he had to destroy.

____________________

Ken's Point

It was a bad day. The weather was good, sure. But that's about all. He couldn't imagine how a flawless, Ken-supervised plan could ever go awry. Sure, it was Isaac. Sure, the fire they created was creating alot of smoke.

...But still.

He didn't invite Jian, cause Jian could burn the school down with a snap of his fingers. What more a few scraps of paper, right? Where would the fun go?

Suspension. What would his mom say? Plenty, he supposed. His dad would give him a clap on the back, and tell him he just did something manly and cool. His mom would intervene and tell him what "unruly, unsophisticated and rebellious" teenagers were these days.

He walked on til he reached Indera Subang. Not noticing the silhoutted guy behind him. Until he felt the tingle. That tingle which told him there was a power nearby. Something he could absorb.

Like a computer, he deduced that the power he sensed was telekinesis. It was Justin's power. Ken barely registered the shock.

The sound reached his ears before the impact.

"Jesus!"

He was blasted off his feet and thrown into the carpark before he could even curse properly. He slammed into a 4WD, sending the alarm off and knocking the breath out of him. Leaping up, he immediately looked for his enemy. He glanced at the car. This car's owner's not gonna be happy, thought Ken, observing the dent. A crunch made him turn back. A smirk touched Justin's lips.

"Hello, Ken." It sounded innocent. But there was a lamp post hanging in midair beside him.

"Hey there! Feeling bored?" Ken shouted. He was in the process of getting used to his absorbed power: telekinesis. "Killing off buddies as a hobby, aren't we?" A bit more, thought Ken frantically.

Surprisingly, Justin's face tightened up slightly. But only slightly. "Yep. And you're next on the list, Ken. You're the fourth kill I'll be making. Cause you mean so much to me," Justin replied non-chalantly. The sarcasm was evident.

"Fourth?" said Ken incredulously. "I was hoping I'd be your bestest of buddies, Jus. You know, you just broke my heart." I'm ready!

Justin's smile widened, becoming crooked in the process. "Your heart's not the only shattered thing you'll be having after this." And he casually flicked his finger. The battle began.

Ken leaped to the right to avoid the metal pole from bashing his face. Before it hit anything, Ken directed his hands at it at swung it at Justin's torso. It stopped inches away, as if a ward blocked it from going any further.

"Copycats don't win," said Justin in a sing-song way. His face contorted. Next moment, he slammed his fists into the ground, sending a huge force into the ground and pushing him into the air. Ken prepared to dodge, but he failed to notice the shockwave under him. He just managed to swing his hands under to block the impact. The forced jarred his arm badly.

He looked up just as Justin landed a painful blow on his face. He felt his nose break.

Staggering back, Ken got hit by dozens of objects, some which he barely managed to deflect.
"Take it easy, damnit!" snarled Ken, as he swerved to avoid a chunk of the road.

He jumped back, and curled into a ball, and Justin sent a pack of pure energy straight at Ken. Spreading his arms wide, Ken released a burst of force, pushing everything back. He wasted no time. Running at Justin, he feinted to the right, then swiped at Justin's abdomen. Justin growled and spat blood. Ken didn't relent. He continued landing blows on Justin, abetted with blasts of force emanating from his knuckles.

Finally, Justin seemed to give up. He stopped defending himself. As Ken slowed down to land a final blow, Justin suddenly moved and caught his fist under Ken's jaw. Groaning, Ken automatically covered his bloodied face.

Sensing an oppurtunity, Justin clenched his fist and had Ken in a vice grip. Ken retaliated by holding Justin's windpipe as well, unseen forces suffocating both throats. The pain was crazy. Ken's eyes watered. Red dots appeared in his vision as he struggled to get oxygen down his trachea. He was fighting. He was out of breath. This wasn't good.

They stared at each other, waiting for either to slump, out of breath. A vein throbbed on Ken's neck, as blood kept pumping slower... Slower...

The grip on Justin's neck loosened; Ken lowered his hands and went limp. He slipped in and out of consciousness as his lungs screamed for air. Swinging his arm, Justin sent Ken flying, hitting a pillar and cracking it. Ken closed his eyes, massaging his windpipe, taking in deep gasps of sweet, freash air. He heard footsteps closing in on him. Not gonna die, he thought.

"Weak. Dead weak, Ken." Ken couldn't respond. Justin raised his hand. Ken found his voice, although a bit raspy. "I guess I'm the last person you're gonna see."
"Isn't this a bit cliche?" whispered Ken. "Last words, stuff like that?"
Justin looked at Ken. He wasn't smiling anymore. In that milisecond, where everything seemed to stop, Ken caught a gleam in Justin's left eye. An emotion. Ken hardly believed himself, but he could've sworn it. Regret?

"Night, Ken." Justin brought his hand down, and was hit by a ball of fire right at his ribcage. He crashed into a nice looking Jaguar, sending bits and pieces flying in all directions. His jacket was burned under his arm. Snarling, he focused on the idiot who interrupted his otherwise easy fourth mission.

His arms were on fire, or so it seemed. They licked his flesh and skin, and although the newcomer went unharmed, Justin could feel the heat searing his face. He wore Ken's attire; short-sleeved white shirt and grey green pants. A scrawny, long-haired sixteen year old who had a long history with Justin. In his eyes was a mixture of loss, anger, and cruel delight upon finding a prey.

Jian took a step forward.

"Hey there."

Genesis' Beginnings

2009-09-17T22:49:00.000-07:00

Long tiem no update. Been studying D: Niwayz, I kinda ditched the Penang stories. I have them, but it's kinda personal, especially the dog. Yeah.

I spoke to Jian and I got the.. "copyrights" to do a sort of Genesis Origins. Kinda like the things that happened during those periods like Jian being kidnapped and the things that occured after Shaun's death, befre Jian n' Co goes through time.

Oh, and Chin Win, Nick, and Yuva make the debut, and Ken's display of powers too!

Episode one coming up :)

Please.

2009-09-07T06:44:00.001-07:00

Please let it work out this time. I screwed enough of 2009.

Please. I want to end this year with some good results.

It HAS to work out. Please...

Insanity

2009-08-29T07:31:00.000-07:00

Ken says:
ta-daaa

Nick. says:
woo

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
LOL

Nick. says:
popcorn!
*ignores you guys and gouges on honey corn

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
fine
fine
dont talk to me

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. has left the conversation.

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. has been added to the conversation.

Nick. says:
you have no choice.
*darth vader voice
hee haw hee haw
*brerathing

Ken says:
er.. 0_o

Nick. says:
..
this is getting too much
can we jsut start on yee lei's blog?

Ken says:
yea
lets do tht

Nick. says:
yee lei?
oh yeeeeeeee lei
YEEEEEEE! *opera

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
*wipes tears*
what

Nick. says:
hey!
justin!

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ has been added to the conversation.

Nick. says:
he's always busy
okay
so we have two elok people
and two budi people

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
and yet sometimes he isn't

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
HAHAHAHAHA

Nick. says:
yeah thats what i mean
he's alway sbusy enethoguh
ARGH!!!
ive got a chatbox wit yee lei
with ken
with justin
and with you three!

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
lol

Nick. says:
STOP mseaaging me!

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
LOL

Nick. says:
just message in this box

Ken says:
cool

Nick. says:
ok
ok...
now
PLEASE

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
I TOT U SAID JUST MESSAGE IN THIS BOX

Nick. says:
her blog!
i wanted to say sorry!
>.>
who the chicken is selina wai kuan>
suddenly added me on facebook

Ken says:
er..

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
lol..

Ken says:
yee lei.. blog about ur dreams

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
who cares man?
she hot?

Nick. says:
looks like a chicken
sorry jus. *grave look
he hey
do you wanna invite jenar inside here?

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
ah well...they can't all be

Nick. says:
jsut for fun

Ken says:
noo!
hell to da no

Nick. says:
alright

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:

whut the crap?

Nick. says:
here we go!

Ken says:
brb

[c=12]TeChNo AdDiCt[/c=9] has been added to the conversation.

Nick. says:
ah brap
wrong person
hey high yoong!

[c=12]TeChNo AdDiCt[/c=9] says:
?

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
omg i have NO IDEA what are u talking bout

[c=12]TeChNo AdDiCt[/c=9] says:
yo

Ken says:
i wanna use toilet brb

[c=12]TeChNo AdDiCt[/c=9] says:
wassup?

Nick. says:
oh dear

Ken says:
c u all in 10++ mins
yo cooldip

[c=12]TeChNo AdDiCt[/c=9] says:
...

Nick. says:
er
u can leave if u want

[c=12]TeChNo AdDiCt[/c=9] says:
ken

Nick. says:
sorry ><

[c=12]TeChNo AdDiCt[/c=9] says:
ok

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
me?=(

Nick. says:
no!

[c=12]TeChNo AdDiCt[/c=9] says:
nah

Nick. says:
high yoong
i ter add him

[c=12]TeChNo AdDiCt[/c=9] says:
he talking about me

Ken says:
carry on talkin wifout me..

[c=12]TeChNo AdDiCt[/c=9] says:
well anyways
cya

[c=12]TeChNo AdDiCt[/c=9] has left the conversation.

Nick. says:
see ya!
okay
now for the indian
oh no!
if i invite him he'll see this

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
hahahaha

Nick. says:
oh well
better not
u now

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
*sesat*
shud i leave?

Nick. says:
its been so long since i had a foursome
*coughs
i mean.. chat with four people at once

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
right..

Nick. says:
don leave!
don no!
okay jus
we're here to discuss what yee lei should blog about
she wants to blog
but doesn know what to blog
help her
ken..?

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
blog about my left nipple

Nick. says:
you actually wne tot the otilet?
you have a left nipple?
i always thought it was on ur belly button

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
that's what i think it is...
yea..my mom used to say that

Nick. says:
ew
ur mom's perverted

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
but i always thought it was a mole

Nick. says:
she said nipple?
STOP
remmeber?

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
or a really long lasting boil

Nick. says:
yee lei
liek ken said
blog about ur dreams

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
...geez la...why wouldn't i have a left nipple

Nick. says:
by the way yee lei!
dont you think the emoticon above looks like justin?
it does right?
niwayz
gotta go

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
HAHA
OMGOSH
left nipple
LOL

Nick. says:
ha ha i thoguht yee lei left
whew
im back!

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
why left?
why not right?
LOL

Nick. says:
if ken sees what we wre talking about
he's gonna rape you, justin
yee lei!
its not right to think bout this stuff?
*!

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
cuz lefties are hotter...

Nick says:
yeah!

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
then i'll just rape him back

Nick. says:
me and justin are left handed people
in this case, we're left bodyed people
niwayz

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
LOL!

Nick. says:
cna i join the rape?

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
no..

Nick. says:
thats selfish
ken went to the gym just for you

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
first you got to talk about your nipples...then we'll consider...

Nick. says:
my nipples are just fine under my shirt
without anyone to see it
less is more
the less you reveal
the more there is to imagine...

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
LOL!

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
true...

Nick. says:
you knwo who said that?
kermione granger
*hermione
emma watson

@íş ĸÅć@ňĜ þⓄÏ says:
hahahaha

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
LOL

Nick. says:
woot
not lying!
><>

Ken says:
this is a weird convo..

Nick. says:
good..
KEN!
yo're alive!

Ken says:
i have returned, as promised
fear not, little strider.. d white wizard is come!

-YeeLei- If we had a choice.. says:
LOL
HEYYYY
omgosh
off topic man

...What have we done?

Baptain- Part 2

2009-08-27T07:35:00.000-07:00

"OW!"
"Sorry."
"It's okay. Just don't do it again..."
"Sure thing!"
"OW!"

They went back and forth like that a few times. Nick groaned to himself. This was a bad idea after all. Baptain wasn't only taking his time, he seemed focused on trying to snip Nick's ears off. And no one likes that.

Trying to avoid concentrating on Baptain's scissors, Nick tried some conversation.
"So... How's life in Penang?" aksed Nick, bending front to dodge a large swipe from the fearsome pair of blades. Nick expected it. But he didn't expect Baptain's cheery expression to fade.

"Oh, you know... Same ol' Penang. Good. Great!" said Baptain, his smile a tiny bit smaller than his usual Joker's mouth-sized grin. Nick noticed it. Well, Baptain was kinda. Easy to notice. Heh.

"What's up?" Nick asked. Baptain sighed, a tiny sigh.
"Business hasn't been going good, actually. At first, it was booming. Then that hairwasher girl left. The guys who came here suddenly stopped coming," complained Baptain. "Men are so useless," he added.

Nick was about to smirk, but he found something Baptain said weird.
"Whaddaya mean men are useless? ... You talk about guys like... You're not a guy," said Nick jokingly. Although he shuddered to think of a gay, forty-year-old Baptain.
"You know what I mean, Nick!" said Baptain frustratingly, snipping off a large amount of hair. My hair. "And you know, people've been going round saying a cut like a maniac! They claim they've been injured countless times, as though I'm a murderer. What do you think of that?" yelled Baptain.

"I don't agree with them," said Nick sarcastically. Baptain didn't notice the sarcasm.
"That's the point! You know," Baptain said, leaning in close. "I think these... Name-killers are my rivals from that beauty salon opposite." He pointed at a hair studio right opposite Baptain. It looked cool, and inside, there were plenty of women/girls washing the hair of their customers(mainly men) after a haircut.

"Hey, that shop looks-" Nick then caught sight of Baptain's expectant look. "I mean.. They sure suck!" Nick added cheerfully. "Heh. Heh heh."

"Ah well. Business. Ups and downs," sighed Baptain. "You're done!" Nick looked at the mirror. His hair looked exactly the same. Wat had Baptain been doing? "Er... It looks nice. Thanks, Baptain," said Nick.

"Need a wash? I'm pretty good at head massaging," grinned Baptain. Nick reminded himself of Baptain being gay.
"No thanks. I'm gonna bath anyway. Thanks," said Nick hastily. He paid Baptain. As Baptain bustled around for Nick's change, Nick looked at Baptain. He was still the same. He's almost as old as Nick's dad, but he's got the energy from ten years ago. THat was a great lessons in life, Nick concluded. If you wanna be young, think young.

Baptain gave him the change. "There we go. Say hi to your parents, will you?" grinned Baptain. He looked at Nick. His eyes looked... sad? Worried? "Hey. Come visit again, okay?" he added.

Nick was suddenly aware that he hadn't bothered to visit Baptain throughout these ten years, although he went back to Penang at least twice a year. He was going to apologize, but Baptain suddenly returned to his joyous manner.

"See ya!" He gave Nick a bear hug, then drove him out of the shop. Nick stood at the entrance, still clutching his change.

That was a real nice meeting. Nick smiled. It was worth it. He took his phone out and snapped a picture of Baptain's sign.

He walked off to his parents waiting car. He wondered about the other people he was about to meet.

What's going to happen next?

P.S. To Baptain:Promoting thii for you, buddy. =)

Baptain- Part 1

2009-08-26T07:25:00.000-07:00

After getting five plates of char kuay teow in their stomach, the Ng family took a leisurely drive around Penang. First reason was his old man wanted to drive his Jaguar.

Second reason was mom wanted to see the changes made to her old home.

Nick's reason was to visit. And check how fast the Internet connection here is.

Also, he needed a haircut. His hair was swinging like Joe Jonas, and he won't want people calling him that at school. He knew just the place.

Baptain was a thirty year old when he started trimming Nick's hair. Nick was only three. A normal hair saloon worker, he finally managed to rise to the top of the Penang Hair Charts and opened his own salon. For obvious reasons, he named it Baptain.

Actually, after all these years, Nick doesn't know Baptain's name. He always said, "Mama! Let's go Baptain!" and off they'd go.

Nick couldn't help feeling excited as he stood facing the colorful neon lights shining upon Baptain's entrance, like a gate to some Wonderland. He stepped inside.

He managed to register the many mirrors around the salon, and the strikingly highlighter yellow walls, before a man suddenly rammed into him with thre force of a jackhammer.

"Argh!!" Nick crashed through the wall, and got back up immediately. Drawing his Sword of Destiny out, he prepared to unleash a giant bolt of energy at-

"Nick! Good to see you!" Nick blinked. The force of the bump must have given him hallucinations. He was in the arms of a eculiar looking man.

His hair was an exact replica or Adam Lambert's hairdo, only blonde, wich ruined it. He wore a belt that could've been used in the ancient wars for carrying long swords. Numerous scissors were sheathed on the belt. He wore red full frame glasses, and had the largest smile Nick had ever seen.

Nick gaped at this man. He swallowed. "Baptain?"

Baptain grinned. "That's me!"
"But... Your hair..." Ten years ago, Baptain had "normal" hair. Spikes, brown, decent looking. This Adam Hair did not go well with his looks.

"And what's with the glasses?" asked Nick, staring at this enhanced version of his hairstylist.

"Well, all the publicity after American Idol, you know, everyone wanted this hair," chirped Baptain, pointing at his "hair". Nick noted that Baptain was fourty plus now. His personality wasn't of that age. "And the glasses.. Well," added Baptain uncertainly, "... Anyway, you here for a cut?"

Nick hesitated. His hair might be at stake. It's been ten years since he got a cut from Baptain. The style of his cut might be different. Then Nick shrugged. He wasn't here to look good anyway. He just wanted to see an old friend. He grinned at Baptain.

"You'd better make me look good."

An Emotional Return.

2009-08-24T08:06:00.000-07:00

"Wake up, ass. We're here." Nick opened his eyes as his ears registered his dad's voice calling out. Looking out the car, he saw an expanse of water stretching all the way to the horizon. Tall poles stuck out diagonally out of the ground on either side of him, and in front of him was an island.

He was on Penang Bridge.

"Yeah, I'm awake," groaned Nick. He closed his eyes, trying to recapture the dream of that bar waitress and a pol- Argh, I'm getting ahead of myself, thought Nick, shaking his head.

He realized it's been ten years since he lived on this cramped piece of land. Ten years... boy, did he have memories here.

He counted them in his mind: Stanley, Baptain, Koko, and Dr. Chiew. Four.

He smiled slightly. He couldn't wait to meet them.

Would they recognize him?

Piss Off~

2009-08-14T03:52:00.000-07:00

I wanna write thought-provoking posts, but my heart just won't cut it!

Ah well. Anyway, so far only two votes came in. For the blog change. Geez.

Gotta promote it again. I CHANGED MY BLOGSKIN. THOSE WHO PREFER THE BUMBLEBEE BLOGSKIN OR THIS PLAIN BLOGSKIN PLS VOTE AT THE CHATBOX. TQ.

Okay. Now the update.

The post-monthly exam was fun. Really. Well, a bit boring, but there were fun parts!

I got bonded with my 4Budi friends, somehow. I never thought I'd mix up with them: Jit Qi, Shaun, Wen Ying, Michelle, Liesl, and Jon Ding. But yeah. I'm buying meehunmee goreng for Shaun's breakfast now! =D

And the people outside, who regarded me a geek before(I admit, I sucked last time): Ken, Jay Han, Isaac, Kai Lun. Many more. Unexpectedly got to know them better! And join them in their parade of song spoofs and all.

Thanks to God I suppose. =)

Speaking of spoofs, do ask me and Justin to relate the Kevin Jonas' story to you guys someday! The story of how Kevin Jonas can sing two notes only. C# and D.

Sad.

Oh and Shaun did this stupid and dirty version of GoldiWhore and the Three Bears. And it somehow went to HUMPty Dumpty.

Then he giggled about how the Big Bad(Naughty) Wolf "huffed, and puffed, and BLEW the pigs".

And worst must have been me, Justin and Shaun mixing Snow White and "Gold Digger" by Jamie Foxx.

And and I rememebered how Justin painted my face too. 4Budi's quite a class.

I love my class.

Indeed, Posers.

2009-08-08T05:39:00.000-07:00

Whoever that green blog person is, I wish she'd stop. It's kinda... Not right.

http://shinystarsgossips.blogspot.com/

If you wanna see it, and bitch about it, be my guest.

... It's just another case of those random people in your chatbox, only this person does it in her own blog, and people are actually liking it.

Which is sick.

Vote!

2009-08-08T04:55:00.000-07:00

For change! Literally.

See, I love two blogskins, this one, with the mike on my chin up there, and the other one, with a bumblebee buzzing round your polygon-shaped screen.

So can you vote on my chatbox: This Skin, Bumblebee Skin, or I have two blogs, one for happy, what's going on posts, and another for serious, thought-provoking posts?

VOTE!

Now, to other matters.

The exam has been a littany or stress and worry, for mama says monthly exams ought to be easier, and I better score, or daddy's gonna break my neck.

So I actually studied (for once), and had a few late nights studying(for once). And I had Milo along with my History lessons.

"I'd like a hot chocolate with my Histories and Chemistries. Mind you cut down on the Bio, please. Thanks, waiter."

Yeaah...

I actually did okay. I think. The human mind is strong! And if I believe I did well, I will do well. Well... I've been using that mindset for the past seven months. ...No effect. Still! Heh.

As usual, on the last day of tests, the 4Budi geeks had their share of games.

During Physics, me, Yuva and Justin sat in a triangle. Well. Our seatings kinda like. Yuva's there, I'm here, and Justin's on the other there. Get it?

.. Er. Anyway!

Yuva started it! We(me and Justin) did NOT do anything. But one can't resist the lure, when a piece of eraser flies past your ear in a misplaced shot.

Soon, papers were flying. Justin then proceded to pick a fight with me. He sent a piece of rubber whizzing/flying/darting/rubbering past my very long strands of hair.

Here's story mode.

Justin sent a piece of rubber whizzing/flying/darting/rubbering past Nick's very long strands of hair. Looking back, Nick saw Justin acting busy, looking at his paper and checking his answers.

Of course, Justin expected Nick to fling a piece of paper back or something.

What he did NOT expect was a ball pen to hit him on his mushroomy head of hair. Looking up, Justin's face expressed shock. Unlike rubber, pens were hard. And so were highlighters. A highlighter hit him smack on the face.

He barely had time to recover. He threw anpther piece of eraser, and Nick retaliated by flinging his whole pencil box at Justin. Devastated at the weaponry Nick had in his arsenal, he stopped fighting back and took on defensive mode. This was cool, he thought, as he deflected a plastic ruler with a ball pen.

Then there was a SMACK! and soemthing wet hit him. Mouth open in horror, he realized Nick had just thrown the cap of his Tupperware bottle at him. wiping his face, he cried silently into his Physics paper.

Yuva was too busy laughing.

Nick 1: Justin 0

Weet! I updated, folks.

See you after we get the results!

Finale Bombastic!

2009-07-31T08:06:00.000-07:00

It was a night to remember. Quite hard to forget. Footloose! Best Seafield musical so fart!

I don have much to say, but those who didn't come really missed out(Jie Sheng, the muscial was worth going to after all! Proved ya wrong =))

I feel real romancy pantsy. So I'm gonna type my version of this really sweet scene from a really good book.

He was a guard, a trainee soldier. She was a princess. And that was all that made them unable to be together intimately. Alyss kept this picture of Dodge beside her bed and looked at it everyday. It was a picture of a seven-year-old Dodge kissing baby Alyss on her cheek. It embarrassed Dodge as a soldier, so Alyss teased him by showing it to him often. Six years later, their relationship matured.

He waited in the playroom, and Alyss entered, breathless from the tea party. It was her birthday, and the tea party was amazingly huge.

She had wondered why Dodge had been absent throughout the whole morning. It seemed he was here waiting all along.

"Why weren't you there with me?" she pouted, hands on her waist. Dodge bowed.
"I refuse to forget that you are a princess, and a soldier would seem awkwardly placed beside her, Princess."
"Don't call me that. It's Alyss," she said.
"Yes, Princess." A small smile curved his lips. Alyss glared at him. She looked around. "Are you having any military exercises lately?"

"None lately."
"Then I have a new exercise for you. We're at a tea party. There's food and music, and you pull me in to dance." She held out her hand.

Dodge hesitated. HIs father would kill him. But...

Dodge pulled her close and put his hand on her waist, and slowly moved around the room. THe background music played softly. She was so close to him. He could feel her breath on his cheek. He smelled the scent, a soothing, light scent of flowers. Did all girls have this scent, or just her?

Dodge made a weak attempt to pull away. "This isn't a military exercise." It was so tempting. The feel of her slender waist under his skin was crazy.

"Just listen. As we dance, dark shadows appear. It's an ambush. Will you protect me?"
"You know I will, Alyss." He didn't want to pull away, but he did, brandishing his sword, slashing at the imaginary darkness around.

"You plunge your sword into the heart of evil darkness, and it disappears." Dodge made a show as he stabbed into the air, pausing for effect.

"They're gone," narrated Alyss. "But I'm shaken by what happened." She looked at Dodge. He was so... everything.

This time there was no hesitation. Dodge held her tight, then looked at her. Gradually, they started dancing again. His arms were around her back, her head on his chest. They were so young. Such a sweet feeling.

"Will you be my king, Dodge?"
"If it's your wish, Princess." They closed in on each other, their breathing becoming heavier.

"Dodge! Patrol the corridors for me, will you?" Dodge pulled away, staring at the source of his father, Sir Justice's voice.

"Yes, sir!" He looked at Alyss one more time, then left hurriedly.

Alyss smiled. That was her Dodge.

OI! STOOPID BABI

2009-07-17T07:41:00.000-07:00

Stoopid babi is not going to bring my friends down. My friends are strong, and they will make it through no problem.

Paul, Tzi Ying! Get better, buddies. Anyway, since you got flu, Paul, you can finally control your diet, since you said you're fat. Heh.

Tzi Ying, we'll all be waiting for you to come back. We're gonna be really grateful if you make our school close down.

Paul, come back as soon as possible. You owe me a kiss to the cheek, baby =)

I'm no christian, but Ima pray for you both. Least I can do.

Ciauz!

Carnivore! Well, no. CarniVAL.

2009-07-05T06:08:00.000-07:00

Carnivore! Well,no. CarniVAL.

Well, now! The carnival was quite a blast! Let's talk about it in storyline mode.

7.20 a.m.

Nick sat there. Outside the Saint John room, staring at a caterpillar crawling/slithering/slobbering/squeezing it's body on the wall-ing on the wall. What was he doing? Well, he was staring at a caterpillar crawling on the wall. What else was he doing? He was waiting for Justin to arrive with his supply of Ice Kacang.

Ten minutes earlier...

"Hey, Nick. I need you to help me carry some stuff. Can you wait at the Pejabat Stairs?"
"Sur-"
"Okay, ciauz." -------------------------

Why should he, NIcholas Ng, wait for Justin Wong? Well, first reason was, he owed Justin one. And second reason was to take a sip of that delectable syrup Justin had. (Down, Ken. Relax.)

Then Julia came along so she could help Justin out and get soem syrup too, but Nick managed to distract her by telling her to tkae care of the six 7Up bottles Nick brought along. Yes, and that is why Justin received only five bottles. Julia got drunk on the sixth one.

It was at 7.25a.m, the moment Justin would arrive in his Dark Carriage(A black SUV that belongs to his mom) when Yuva called.

"Hey, Nick! I need help with the Ais Kacang machine." Damn!
"Er... I'm supposed to be helping Justin..."
"You come here now or I break your neck." Nick hurried over to the school gate. Nick watched with painful resignation, lugging the heavy hunk of metal as Justin came in, Lee Yuin having possesion of the syrup.

8.30 a.m.

Nick sat at the Rumah Sampah for duty.

9.30 a.m.

Nick stood at the Gelanggang Serbaguna for duty.

10.30 a.m.

Nick sat watching the people come in at the school gate. And Nick dutied.

11.30 a.m.

The festivities began! Nick grabbed the food first obviously. Tasted moderate. He steered away from the canteen food. Obviously. And the games! People who went to the Taman Herba came back wet. He had to see what was going on.

He went there and found himself answering five stupid questions and getting wet. And somehow it was fun. He must have spent about twenty bucks on this shitty fun game! Geez!

Wen Hao and Justin were lousy questioners. Wen Ying was a nice target, especially if the question goes, "Are you ready?" HA HA HA

Nick walked away from the chilling wind helpfully attempting to frost his legs and notices his shoes were wet. Shoes and socks. He looked down. He also noticed that his shoelaces were untied. He stared at Jia Yin's shapely legs, then at her slippers. Nick didn't bring slippers. He noticed he began using some of his dad's favourite swear words.

He had a chilling experience with wet, soaked, dirty legs that gave him an infection that lasted for a month. So because of that phobia, he took his socks and shoes off, and ran barefoot to hsi bag to get changed. It was time for the Haunted House.

He wore a glow in the dakr shirt that read Headhunters, just for the occasion. After two hours of waiting at the entrance, they entered the House. Nick, Jun Yi, Emily, Tze Lik, and Boon Hui.

Boon Hui turned out to be our saviour. He punched the undead out of the way, and shouted Chi Bai! at any ghost who dared spray water at him (including his brother) and he reached the exit in less than two minutes. So their group were forced to go back. Then Nick found myself face-to-face with this guy with a clown mask. He prayed it was a guy, cause the next thing he did was plant a delightful kiss on the nose of the guy. Poor clown.

They got out. And Boon Hui was still cursing.

Carnival was fun! =)

Let's Make Do.

2009-07-04T05:48:00.001-07:00

Check that video down there. And laugh at it! Ha ha.

Anyway, I saw Wen Hao's kid pic. Bua ha ha. He looks so... Wne Hao-ish.

So I dug in my old store room, checking to see if I could find out how I looked like.

Now that is cool. I looked so cute last time.

..I wonder where my hair went? It's so spiky now.

Playful Smile

2009-07-03T22:58:00.000-07:00

It hurts pretty much. Sure it does. But I kinda feel good about this business.

For you emo loving freaks out there, I'm talking about the car washing stint I've been working on during the weekends. But only in my apartment, mind. *runs away from dirty cars outside my house heh.

Okay, here's a real update.

Everyone's feeling tired, and we're sinking under the amount of homework, chapters, Nabi Muhammad's honorable stories, and the lack of William brain cells in our head (the smart side, not the childish part. We got alot of that.)

My blog's turning. Gay. Childish. And like what Felicia said, Ikea Children's Corner. Ouch, Felicia!

We got second place in the Choral Speaking competition, and were beaten cause all the judges were ex-Lasah teachers(dunno how to spell it, don't care) well, to the all-Indian school, you can kiss my ass, cause we beat you big time.

I just tasted the worst teh tarik in Kl.

Interact Iu's gone by, so has Campfire, and nothing's going on after the Carnival. Life is certainly not going great.

What do we do? Well, you can read blogs.

Or you could do this!

The video adds a bit more lines to this post. Thank god.

Speaking of which, good luck with the Suband Rally 09! Hope it'll be a blast.

And to the Cheer, good luck too. Elaboration about the Cheer thing's in Yee Lei's blog.

Ciauz, people.

...?

2009-06-28T05:09:00.000-07:00

Nick went through his usual Sunday night routine. He turns the com on, waits for the whole thing to load enough so it won't lag, and signs into Msn. He sees some boring people online, and the interesting people away and busy.

Sighing, he scratches his hair. Today was grueling. So many things happened. And Interact's International Understanding day helped alot. Kenneth, Isaac, Farhan, Kai Lun, Justin, Iqan. They helped alot. The chinese Hot People. They helped.

But it's reality check. Study. Work. Tough times. He moaned, not the Ken pleasure moan, but the Justin plus homework moan.

He blog hopped a few times, leaving his blog for last. People seldom put messages on his chatbox, but it was nice seeing the tiny letters written down.

Finally! His blog next. He waited for the blogskin to load. Then he noticed something wasn't right.

This wasn't his skin.

He saw the bee passing by on his blogskin.

"... Huh?!"

What Do You Mean, "How was I supposed to know?"

2009-06-27T06:14:00.001-07:00

The times I had in school were really fun. Heh. Fun. Really.
..Augh, fine, it was boring to the extent.

Yee Lei looks so moody, Justin's having bad tempers, and I suppose Yuvanesh is the one and only source of "fun"(plus injury) in my class. So what do I do?

I really dunno. But I have been acting really... stupid lately.

Nii Chung and I were exchanging some nice jokes(lame jokes) and we made it our sole duty to share it with the world.

So I skipped choir, and during recess, just to spread the love.

"Hey, Justin! What do you call a group of Bangla's running across a street?"
"..Er..."
"Bangla-DASH!"

"Yo, Jia Yin!"
"Hey!"
"What bird can sing very well?"
"Um..."
"Adam LamBIRD! H HAHAAHHAHA!"
"..."

"Yuva! Whaddaya call a blind deer?"
"Hmmm..."
"No Eye Deer! (No Idea) HAHAAH!"
"Damn, you suck, Nick."
"Okay, how bout a metal blind deer?"
"Ish..."
"Stell No Eye Deer! (Still No Idea) HHAHAHAHA!"
"Come here."

He whacked me up. It hurt.

Moderation Part II.

2009-06-20T21:53:00.000-07:00

Post about campfire, right down there. I need to write a sentimental post. Or I might bust.

Anyone played Kingdom Hearts? It's a game filled with Disney characters like Mickey, Donald, Goofy. And it revolves round a kid who gets to save the world with something called a Keyblade. It's some sword to unlock the doors to Darkness and all that.

First time I played it, I found it an okay game, nice to play, another typical adventure.

But something about it caught me when I played Kingdom Hearts II. Especially its music.
It's main menu song is called Dearly Beloved. And it's such a sad song.

Coincidentally, they used it in the prologue of the sketch in Campfire Night.

It makes me think of so many sad things that happened in my sorry lil' life. And it makes me cry(sorry, I'm kinda sensitive to video games. Ha ha).

It freaks me out. It makes me feel happy, but somehow, a lil' depressed. And I just lie down and weep myself to sleep.

Plus, it makes me think about losing the most important things in life, like friends, family. I felt loss before and I don't ever wanna fucking feel it again if I can help it.

And it fills me with this want. It makes me focus on the things I want so badly.

Damn this song. I love you.

Moderation.

2009-06-20T20:12:00.000-07:00

Campfire Night! I can finally talk about something. Jun Wei, the things on your hair were pretty distracting. It looked better on Leon. Bwahahahaha.

It all started with entry. I went inside at 5.37, chatting with some scouts idiots who didn't halau me, until some form 1 scout comes over and tells me I can't go in til 6.00. Geez. Wei Qin tak tahu siut!

Anyway, met up with Choong and Ray, then the rest, some choir people, Faris, then FINALLY, we went in.

And halfway through, I caught sight of some people going through the gates. My eyes fell upon the most eye catching guy there. He wore a blue sleeveless with the number 25 on it, and hair flowed down his beanie, black, totally fake hair. On one of his limbs was a hook. A black toothbrush covered his chin, in an attempt to beat dwon Justin's Wolverine stubble.

I didn't know who this guy was at all. Then I saw a guy I knew. I saw Kai Lun and Farhan looking ordinary. Omgosh, it was the Brotherhood.

That was Ken. And Isaac looked pretty bad too. And Ian was wearing a chain with a lock on it. The lock was locking nothing, and he had the key to the lock in his pocket.

Oh as for my attire, black jeans, blue shirt, bandana, and a rubberband shooting shotgun. Geehee.

The things started with Justin screaming and swimming on the road with De Ming and Xia Shuen. Then they had the sketch. Due to the usage of Kingdom Hearts soundtracks (the emotional ones), I nearly broke down when I saw the prologue. The scene was just so touching when she tucked Daniel into bed.

Then Justin screwed the scene up.

After that there was lame song bout bunny, then more stuff, then performance by The Temp. which was really cool.

Then there was the scout dance crew, which rocked the house.

Kelly! :D

Then... sketch sketch. Let's skip dinner.

Finish sketch. Dancefloor.

Danced like mad. Jumped up and down. Then I met up with the Brotherhood, and they proceeded to grope me(was it Iqan?) yeah...

I enjoyed it though. :)

Oh before that, Isaac won best dressed, loaded with a guitar, my shotgun, his assortment of clothes, Ian's chain and lock, and two moustaches. Bravo!

Finish dance floor, had a nice moment with Angel, then left cause Mr. Kang was cursing at us.

Great night.

Ciauz, people.

Pleaase.

2009-06-19T07:57:00.000-07:00

I come with an update!

First day of school was uneventful, cause I spent it at home with a fever, moaning and groaning like how Justin does when Yuva gives him the "look".

As for the second day, I went to school. And I saw everyone. It was great! Beaufitul! Well, everyone looked the same. Choral speaking practice started again, so I plan to quit soon.

And there's this Talent Quest thing, something like Malaysian Idol, only it's happening at SMK Subang Utama. Cool, eh? Go for it! I forgot to pass my form up, Heh.

And Campfire Night approaches! In fact, it's around 24 hours from now. Viewtiful!

I'll be lengthening this post tomorrow, cause I gotta sleep. Mummy's calling.

Night!(...I sound so... lala.)

Sorry Jie Sheng, but I seem to have lost the... flair. To blog, I mean.

An Update For The Sake Of A Fel.

2009-06-13T03:00:00.000-07:00

There weren't many pictures after all. Hmm.

Anyway, I watched the Selva video, and I just noticed Ken gave the most metrosexual "stop" ever. Got my mom laughing xD

Moss thing that flies round the desert appearing at Mount Kinabalu.

Unnecessary picture.

I found four toilet signs, two in different directions, in one spot.

Sabah's Pride. A lump of rock.

It does look nice.

This picture was unnecessary.

Okay, we went to the beach. And we saw the sunset. And when I viewed Hafiz' blpg, I noticed this pic was alike to his, only his slippers were crocs. Real sorry, Danial!

It was a nice sunset. But one bad thing. We took two pictures and were like "Wow, it looks so nice!! Let's take another one!". By the time we raised the lens, the sun was gone behing the clouds. Geez, what's the hurry?

Another unnecessary pic.

Well now, here I am! I'm back from KK! Well, I was back. A week ago. But that doesn't matter, cause I'm gonna update!

KK was fun! Although a few people misinterpreted KK for Kota Kemuning. Wierdos. It's Kota Kinabalu for you people.

...Hey. Wait. Oh wait, nevermind.

Okay! As I learned from many lady friends, the best way to update about a trip without hand injuryon your com would be photos! And this is officially the first post I have to be loaded with photos! Let's go!!!

And one problem. I can't seem to move the pics to below these words. So... I'm lazy anyway (heavy fever). When you view the pics, read these words! Heh.

Bye.

Right, A Real Update.

2009-06-05T06:12:00.000-07:00

I can't post no pictures or anything, cause I'm at Kota Kinabalu. So this update is to a person whom I never expected to be close friends with.

Annei, friends forever, buddy. No! Can't be sentimental. Anyway, thanks for all you did(you did alot, not exactly good things, but I appreciate it) And I'll always remember you, Indian. Meh. Indian. *snorts Argh, he's gonna kill me.

I called him today. His surrounding was noisy so I thought he was having a party. But no...

"Hey, you having a party?"

"No la. I'm on the bus."

Happy birthday, Yuva. :)

Alright, I hereby edit this post so it becomes a real update.

My Kota Kinabalu post wil be full of pictures tomorrow, so let's talk about something in which I didn't take a single picture.

Malaysian Choral Eistedfodd. With a double d at the end. Yeah in "I Wanna Love You" by Akon, you can hear Snoop Dogg saying "dee oh double dee I'm here to put this **** on you" or something like that.

Anyway, summing it up, the venue sucked, the festival rocked! Serious shit, Andre is haaawt. Go see his display pic on Facebook. Wait, I'll put it here for you to see!

Basically it's been a hectic three days of learning songs with a few syllables and a crazy amount of notes. I miss Sicut Cervus, the song I bad-mouthed after learning it the first time last year.

At least next year it'll be at KLPAC.

Of course, the main highlight of the festival is the choir from Philipino territory.

Cheribum, Cheburim, Cherubim, whatever you call em'. They rocked the house! Their song called Hallelujah's way better than the Festival's Hallelujah.

And their names are cool. Err, Moody, and weird names like that. Real cool.

Pictures of hot guys can be found on the blog of a certain friend everyone can't see.

And her blog is pink. And she loves hot guys.

... ISN'T IT OBVIOUS?!

Ciauz, people.

P.s.: I fucking hate it when you do that.

Eistedfodd... Whatchamacallit.

2009-06-03T08:12:00.001-07:00

You couldn't have missed it. NO. Impossible. But you did, I guess.

Choral Festival, now renamed Choral Eisndknrivjoievhv.... thingy. It rocked socks. And now, I have updated. Please refer to Yee Lei's blog for more information.

All I have to say is, I'm sick of saying Allelujah with an A chord pitch.

Periods Are Hard To Study When You're Having A Period. Period.

2009-05-26T05:43:00.000-07:00

I disagree with Wen Hao, and I believe whoever makes jokes really mean it, and that's who they are.

It's like that Crissy, the so-called pro at music. Geez, you little Christian, it makes sense you'd go for Kris. But go easy on Adam.

Now for some story-telling.

A series of scenes during the exam floated through my head.

It was Pjk and no one had an idea who M. Dataya and Rabuan Pit was. With such a unique name, I circled Pit, then proceeded to finish off the failed test paper.

I sat back to enjoy the breeze as I patiently wait for the mosque to start blaring its prayers out (there was a prayer in which the singer had Adam Lambert's range, which freaked me out). But when I turned round to observe my fellow 4 Budians, my heart caught at the sight of a very good friend.

Yuvanesh a/l Jeyaraman sat his chair, bent backwards to lean against a tattered info board at the back of class. The wind blew across his face(I can't mention the usual hair flying gracefully, cause his hairstyle just can't cut it), and he slept. His mouth gaped open like a fierce, ancient bear roaring at the sight of a fat, juicy catfish. his oh-so-tanned (or natural) arms were folded across his chest, and his look was simple majestic.

Tears of joy came into my eyes as I stared. Until Puan Sujatha got jealous and shrieked in her Dhivagar-You-Bad-Boy voice, "Nicholas, stop staring at that man. He's mine." So I focused instead on a guy who had been dubbed Everyone's Best Friend by Li Jian.

My smile slipped a bit.

There he was, sleeping too, but in a not so elegant manner. His arms were splayed wide on the table, and his chin rested on the wooden surface making Wolverine-like gashes across the wood as his stubble moved up and down. One arm was stroking his bottle(what was he thinking?) and the other was hanging over the edge of the table. His eyes twitched and his mouth was twisted in some evil smile. I thought he spilled soem water on the table, it was so wet. Then I saw where the source came from.

Suprisingly, Puan Sujatha also told me to back off from that hairy thingy dozing behind me.

I looked front and saw Shaun drawing a mound of Digimon Feces on the blackboard. Then I smiled.

"Another day in the life."

My Goblet Cells Are Overworked.

2009-05-19T23:20:00.000-07:00

I wish we could go somewhere. Somewhere away from the mess we call school. Somewhere no one can bother us.

We could just run. Run away from anything and everything we don't want to be, or see.

Or we could sit at some glade with no name, and watch the sunset that just appeared, cause we wished it was evening.

Your hand would feel so comfortable in mine, and I'll experience our love in so many senses. I could hear the steady beating or your heart. I could see that beautiful smile, that little smile, like a disease, spreading to me, making me smile despite whatever's bothering me. I could feel the soft hands on mine, so rough and disfigured next to yours.

"It'd be cool if a plane just popped up in front of us, huh?"
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Just being random as usual."
"Ha ha. Yeah, it'd be cool."
"Do you wanna escape?"
"Escape?"

Time with you is worth every single second. I live to see you smile, you doink. And that thing inside me shatters when you're sad. But the pain was worth it. It was part of this magical feeling. I loved it. I love you. No past or future tense. I love you.

"Happy Valentine's!"
"I got ya something."
"Roses? Classic. Haha."
"Notice the fake one?"
"Yeah. Why's that?"
"Here's the thing." The young boy hugged his lover so tightly, as if afraid she'd leave. Then, with her head on his shoulders, he whispered,
"I'm gonna love you until the last rose dies."

Time? We don't need that. It's like what Shakespeare says. Time is a bother for the impatient, a short line for the joyful, and a slow pull for the upset. But for those in love, time is eternity.

Let's run away.

Just you and me. And we won't tell anyone about it.

How bout it?

Honestly, You Rock.

2009-05-09T20:53:00.000-07:00

Maybe Marcus is right, maybe I'm overreacting. -Quote from Marcus' blog, only I switched parts.

Fine, I'll delete it but I'm seriously grateful.

Try It. It Hurts.

2009-05-09T08:15:00.000-07:00

Happy Mother's Day To All Mudders Around Here!!!!!!

I love you, Mom. You and you only. Not even Annei can take away my love for you. Well, maybe he could, but no one else could.

I Am One Jealous Little Bastard.

2009-05-08T07:51:00.000-07:00

This was meant to be an emo post. But certain nice people made my day before it was time for me to turn this com on.

So yeah. Credits.

Firstly goes to the first person who I confided in:

Yuvanesh. Annei. The One.

He rocks, seriously. We weren't close, then this year something happened. Meh. Anyway, thanks for acting all jerk-like(well...extra-jerklike) and offering to...er... "blow" Marcus, whatever that means. Besides, Annei, it's got nothing to do with him at all.

Thanks alot, oh contrasting human to my skin.

Next off, Wen Ying and Michelle, two chinese schoolers I got to know this year.

They dunno the whole story, but they knew I was sad (cause I wasn't screaming as usual) and they helped out. Awesome, hot friends with hot bfs, they are.

Next, Elaine.

This was a different case, cause the problem I had was so closely linked to her problem. So other than Hui Yi, she understood me most. Thanks for the ten smses you sent. You type damn fast wei haha.

Big hug to Hui Yi!

You helped out a big deal, form talking about Cheok to talking to me about the meaning of lies. And you withstood my assholishness to the end! I owe you one! (or three)

Edited: Julia! Can't elaborate no time. And Justin!

Okay, credits done.

A Bitch's Best Friend:Amelia

2009-05-01T19:40:00.000-07:00

Bwahaha. I read her messages on Elaine's blog and couldn't help laughing.

But she actually got people to bitch at her.

Aw, come on. Give her some pity, won't you? She probably lost her mother and father in a prostitution ring. Buy her an ice cream and tell her to cry to her mom. Oh wait, she doesn't have one. Woops.

Anyway, babi's are getting famous cause of the swine flu. And coincidentally, 4B had tons of sick people, which got everyone saying AHAH EMPAT BABI!

Annei was sick, and he sneezed in my face.

I got sick, and Liesl had bad cough I think.

Few other people didn't attend school either.

What's epidemic?

I'll talk about school next time, I need my breakfast.

Auditions for Interact IU one hour from now! Wish everyone luck. Bye bye.

Change.

2009-05-01T03:50:00.000-07:00

Blog hopping's getting boring.

I mean, the number of blogs I like to read are reducing every day.

There's Felicia's blog, a regular read.

Tzi Ying's blog, though I stopped after she stopped posting. Dunno her new link. Meh.

THere's Jian, whose writing somehow entrances me *woot. Er.. Nevermind.

Yee Lei, WeLoveAnnei, Iqan, Farhan.

Some blogs that used to be my favourite are goners now. Justin keeps saying "Tomorrow sure update wan" but noooooo~

Kenneth's blog is dead. I love your posts! But now his layout's a load of words.
,

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1 : :

() ()
() ▼ ►

...That's Ken's blog.
I think it says "I love to suck." Guessing it from the poem he wrote on Khairiah's whiteboard.

Where's the life? GAH!

Gnite.

Annei's On Fayar!!!!!

2009-04-26T05:46:00.000-07:00

The Beautiful Afiqah... Woooo.

William Da Driver.

Joanne... Being Just Her.

Nick The Captain.

Annei the Fireman.

The Fayar Crew.

After A Hard Day At Work.

Joanne's Preggers! HAHAH

Darth Annei.

Pictures as promised, Felicia. ;D

Persona 3 Just Made My Emotions Intensify. In A Bad Way.

2009-04-26T05:21:00.000-07:00

I'm cracking up, my eyes are turning rd, I've got no mood for humour anymore(I guess it's good news, cause my jokes are usually lame/offensive and will get you guys to hate me), and I got a moustache growing.

I wish I was Minato Arisato(minus the fact I have to stay up an hour after twelve climbing stairs). If I could study and gain knowledge no matter what, things would be so much easier.

I'm so... tired. Broken up like cloth. Wait, you can't break cloth. Oh, geez, the humor!

You know what? I don't even know what's bothering me anymore.

I read both Azhar's and Jian's take on Death. So many diferent views can be placed on it.
Here's a fun fact I was wondering about.

Some people think when they die, they go to Heaven or Hell, get their memories erased, and goes back to Earth as a baby.

Some people wonder about their afterlife. Was I Shakespeare before this?

Sure, think of celebrities.

How about worms?

You know, before I was Nicholas, I might have been a worm, who lived thirty hours, then gotstamped on. Then somehow there was a vacancy for Nicholas' body. So out of the flattened pink wire, and into Nicholas I went.

And thus Nick was born! Using his ultrasuperpowers, Blossom, Bubbles, and Butterflop or whatever her name is.

See how lifeless I am right now?

This was meant to be an emo post. But I can't move my emotions that way. Five minutes into this post and I started going sarcastic again. It's a good thing. I think.

...But I Guess Everyone Feels That Way, Right?

2009-04-25T05:01:00.000-07:00

I'm so torn over ya. Woo weet, my 56th double post on this blog! Maybe not. But yeah!

When I feel tired, or when things are starting to pile up(literally. *cough homework), I'll just lie down and listen to Iris by Goo Goo Dolls.

That song has enough meaning in it. Enough passion to make me understand that there are so many other types of problems I'm not facing in this crazy piece of soil we call Earth.

So I'll rise from my bed and continue my Math.

I asked Kar Fai about how he became a Christian. He said Jesus "touched" him. One day at a prayer session. He couldn't describe it with other words. Called it "personal".

I raised my hand at the Court Case. Nothing happened.

...Did something go wrong? ._.

P.s. I feel hurt that some people regard me as a pervert because I used to jump in front of people and yell, "Who's it gonna be THIS time?!"

P.s.s. The P.s wasn't a joke. I'm serious. Who are these "people"?

P.s.s.s. I'm sorry you misunderstand me.

I'm Quite Sure I'm Not Treating You Right Yet.

2009-04-25T00:15:00.000-07:00

Since this is a peaceful blog, Ima post any feelings I feel as my title from now on. That way I don't need to write tons of words, which usually melt into a big pool of emotional hardcore.

I need to point at myself to believe I'm capable of my studies, so four of my other fingers will point outwards, which means other people are doing four times better than me right now. Ouch.

We had a fire drill, involving Joanne using me as shade, and trying to distract me by saying , "Hey, that's a nice fourth button you have there," and Annei trying to be Selva on crack.

Then there was a fire exhibition earlier, not meaning setting something on fire to see but checking out the smoking Fire Truck, where me, William, Rachel, Felicia, Joanne and Annei were yelling

"Annei's on Fire!!!!"

With the update done, I still need to upload pictures, as I promised Annei, Jo and Fel! They'll have to wait. Right now I have to sleep and dream of studying Sejarah. So I can study and sleep at the same time. Woohoo!

You! Drop The Scouts Flag! Good! Now Gimme 50!

2009-04-19T06:17:00.000-07:00

"YOU! Donut? Or girl?"
"Oh, crap, this is hard."
"Well?"
"Donu- I-I mean, girl!"

Nah, I'm not like that. No, seriously. I'm serious!

My mom called this blog artistic. Did you draw this? she said. Geez.

I can't draw, mom. Remember that picture of you I drew on Mother's Day?
I feel tired again. Back to that place of quiet.

I. Need. Foo- Er, friends!

Need someone to hold, be it man, Justin, or girl!

And and..! Most of all!

I like the way you move~ dun dun dun dun dun.... I like the way you move!

Nah, seriously. Most of all,

I like the way... Nevermind.

I want you here. I'm crazy over you. Every moment not spent with ya is a big waste of time. Speak of the devil, you just came online. You'll live long!

I wanna hold you so badly~

Buh bai.

I Think That Was Stupid.

2009-04-18T21:34:00.001-07:00

Last night left a memory in me I'll never forget.

It's not cool doing this through sms. I'll see you at school, girl!

Gnite! Ha ha.

By the way Julia, last night isn't referring to the "Caramel Ken and his Toy Justin."

Oh, I Am SOOO Depressed.

2009-04-18T01:59:00.000-07:00

One day of misery really took its toll on me.

I lost three hairs more than usual, and I went to the toilet only once(and that was to put my contacts on, not relieving myself).

Yep, I'm back to normal. You can tell, right? Burgers!

After the big period of emo-ness, I realized I made a big mistake. Thanks to Sheng(who's not a girl) to enlighten me that my post about enjoying life stays true. I always thought girls were better at solving guy problems. Sheng should be an exception. She-man! HA HA.

And Julia and Joanne, who(although they jabbed their problems at ME when I was complaining to them) helped me through this too. Woot girls rock. Woops.

She's the sweetest girl I ever met. And I should never ever ever think negatively of her, cause I know she never wants to hurt anyone. Sorry.

And please get your hands of my cookie jar, Ryan!

You know how to cure emo-ness?

Write a non-sensical post like this.

I don't ever wanna disappoint you ever again. You have my word! I'll slap Hitler for you, even if he sends me to get shot fifty six times. I'll be your everything(I'm soooo gonna get sued by Micheal Bluble) if you gimme the chance.

And I'm gonna continue on my happy-go-lucky path to goodness knows where.

Cause that's who I am. And I'm proud of it. #D

Mad World

2009-04-17T22:37:00.000-07:00

The end of the world us coming.

Some quote. I forgot who said it. Kinda true really.

Anyway, I deleted "it". It's easier to delete a post that's emo after you wrote it, so you feel better, and you can avoid people going, "You emo freak!"

I just came back from MPSJ, which is the venue for Seafield's Sports Day every year. Seriously, every.

I did my first shift of prefect duty with William. Speak of the devil, he just came online on Msn!

After that I spent most of my Sports Day with Jian, Annei, Justin, Farhan, Kai Lun, Isaac, Ken, Jay Han(for awhile), Iqan, Liesl, Joanne, Shauna, Jun Wei, Marcus, Elaine, Julia, Yee Lei... I shouldn't have started the naming. Now I'm worried I might have left someone out.

Bit boring. Red House dance ROCKED! PUTERI!

Yeah, basically that sums it up.

P.s: To you: Good evening! :D

P.s.s: I still feel real bad.

People, People, Please.

2009-04-11T03:33:00.000-07:00

Choir was fun, and boring. Figures how both apply at the same time. Yee Lei and Emily were my only "temans", besides, Jia Jiun, my phone, and the scouts members who kept me happy after everyone left (Eugene, Guo Hao, Daneesh, Calvin).

You wanna know how my life's going? I'll just copy and paste from Yee Lei's blog.

Have been really busy these days.
Homework, homework and MORE homework.
Missed x classes of Physics, add maths and other important subjects.
And the consequences are unfinish-able homeworks, lack of sleep cause need to catch up and copy homeworks that I've missed, shrinking of my eyes and contact lens problems due to lack of sleep.They are all related.=(

In class, Teacher: "Students, please pass up your book x today ah.)

Me: "Shit. Eh pinjam your book. Teacher got ask us to do this meh? Why I dont know wan?"*start copying like mad*
--------------------

Teacher: "Have you done your homework? Done? Okay lets proceed to the next topic."

Me: "Shit. What homework?"

x: "Neh the exercise x,y and z lah."

Me: "Exercise WHAT? Borrow you book ah."*copy copy copy*

Yeaaaah, I wish I could escape.

Like how I did last night. Me, daddy and mummy had a nice Japanese steamboat(involving pork, and Japanese Sake, no fishballs, meatballs, prawns and other Chinese Cuisines.)

As I closed my eyes, thoughts drifted to my first dinner in Japan.

I felt the Sake on my tongue. I could almost hear the voices of the other friendly tour members I know.

Then I open my eyes and poof! it's gone.

I miss Japan soooo bad.

And I went for this Cf thingy about who Jesus is: Man or God? I kinda think he's both, cause based on DoTa... Nevemind.

Then pastor Andy Yeoh came in and we laughed for awhile. I think he's a hot guy. Married though. Disappointment. Well, there's always Justin.

Speaking of Justin, Kenneth was corrupting the holiness I was trying to muster during this session by telling me some story about Justin with caramel all over him. And something about licking.

And about how Justin was totally seduced by Kenneth's "ministrations", and ARGH 18Sx++.

Anyway, we were laughing at a certain someone at Cf who looked like an idiot. Well, fine. He wasn't idiotic. But we laughed all the same.

The raising hand thing was cool. But I'm not sure about entering Christianity yet. I need to iron out some facts before the Day comes.

I think I love you.

Earth Hour(A Cliche Title For Many Blog Posts Last Month).

2009-04-10T04:25:00.000-07:00

Alright, here's a quick flash(well, flashes are fast, so this is an example of Redundant Nouns, $ Budians) on Earth Hour.

I went to Chris' house, specifically his rooftop, to wait for his neighbourhood(Putra Heights) to turn off their shiny lights.

We brought crackers, food, all sorts of stuff, but didn't bring our torchlights. So when the darkness came, we couldn't eat anything, what more feed each other.

So we waited. And waited. Then the time came, measured from my 47-minute slow watch.

The lights went off together(fine, not together, but more or less alot went off) and soon the neighbourhood went black(sorry, Annei.).

We cheered into the black sky(sorry, Annei) and looked round. To our utmost fury, someone l.eft their lights on.

It belonged to this guy who looked like Justin, was as big as Chun Yang, and smells like Ken. Forget the smell.

We were just about to curse, when we caught one guy on HIS rooftop, swearing at the light on guy.

"Chao Hai, si lang kui, lu ki ciak sai la lu!"(Bad word, stupid idiot, you go eat shit la you!)

Then the lights of the Justin-look alike went off.

We went downstairs laughing.

OhMiGawsh.

2009-04-04T22:10:00.000-07:00

This guy is really good. I dunno if it's fake, but's he's got a real nice sense of music.

I love him. Woot.

Shinjuku Street Part 1

2009-04-04T06:59:00.000-07:00

While everyone was probably hanging out at Pyramid or having a dinner with family(or both), I went to Summit with mommy and daddy to watch the Shinjuku Incident.

The one with Jackie Chan, Daniel Wu, and Japan dudes.

...It was kinda scary. The chaos that built up from a small decision. It's like, every decision was the right one, and turned out to be five times worse after awhile.

I loved it. But it was kinda messy.

The story is good. Watch it with someone who cares about Japanese and Jackie Chan going through a tough time.

As for other matters...

Well, watching the movie got me into this state where I think:

Oh, cool, I'm not the one going through this crap in the movie. So it's a violent show, and I'm out of it. Cool with me. It's better than me being in a series of problems involving homework, girl, me, the musical, and no murder at all.

Life sucks, and it's going great, in a way. When I'm alone or after laughing off a joke, the tension of unnecessary questions stick on me. Farhan's blog really described almost everything I'm feeling.

It's like, blowing your nose when you have a cold. Your nose clears for a moment, but right after, the blockage comes again, and even worse than before.

Daiemn.

The "great" part about life is, well. Things are turning out slightly better now, no more chaotic biatch fights, homework pile slowing down, and I'm bonding with people I never expected to talk to.

I ain't gona put names(learned my lesson), cause naming people just gets other people left out. Ouchies.

...And the h/w's still big. Just smaller. A bit smaller. That tiny bit.

...Bit.

Daiemn.

2009-04-03T07:26:00.000-07:00

After that shitty post(literally), let's expand on something else.

I get the feeling I kinda copyrighted Kenneth. Apologies, mate.

Imagine the shock on our faces when, three days after winning the zone level for CHoral Speaking, they announced that the next competition was on Tuesday next week. Yeah, which means four days from now.

And there's no practice on Sat and Sunday. Just great.

And Najib's our Prime Minister.

I bet Mahathir's fuming about it right now. HA HA.

Plus, I'm gonna go all fan-girlish on you readers, and scream ADAAAAM LAMBIIIIIRD!!!!! YOU ROX MUAX MUAX!

Okay, rephrase. I LOVE YOU ADAM!!!!

...Maybe not.

I find burgers absolutely fascinating.

The Stopper Of All Things.

2009-03-29T05:11:00.000-07:00

So I read Ken's blog, and a nice flashback about cockroaches blasted into my mind like how aliens blast human minds with a pogo stick.

No, not about the cactus. I hate cactuses; woops, cacti.

Oh, and if you ask why, I guess I DO have to make a story abotu a cactus, huh?

Okay. My dog slammed into a table with a cactus perched oh-so unstable on it, and I happened to be watering that cactus. Mr.Cactuar decided my foot looked like a hot feline cactus(it's not even green) and with the momentum of my dawg, jumped onto my foot.

And you ask why my foot looks so much like Elvis Presley's hair.

Anyway, back to the main topic.

I was walking to the prefect briefing area early in the morning, a nagging feeling in my stomach. Maybe cause of Choral Speaking, maybe cause I didn wear my tie properly and Danny"Sexy Eyelashes" Boy saw me.

But with every step I realized that feeling was coming from my bowels, oh my bowels. I gritted my teeth as I staggered towards to toilet, yes, the very same toilet Ken ran to.

As I *censored*, I finally was able to ease myself. The smell of soap was still in the air, credits to the kakaks who cleaned the cubicles every day.

I remember the flush didn't work as well as I intended. Thus, the floating "nasties" you saw, Ken.

As I was halfway through, at that level where a person gets used to the brown pieces passing through your Anushini, something went wrong. Terribly wrong.

A brown thing crawled into my cubicle.

My heart froze, for cockroaches were my number one fears.

In this situation, I did some quick thinking, and decided to name this cockroach STOAT.

The Stopper Of All Things.

For when it came in, my heart stopped, the defecation stopped, my body went rigid.

Immediately, I went from easy to stressed.

I had to end the defecation process as quick as possible, or Stoat would touch me, and that would be the end of me.

So I stressed myself worse than a student facing SPM. Cold sweat drenched my back. Stoat watched me, as if mocking me. I'll show you what I got, I thought, as I finished my process.

After a quick clean up, I slowly opened the door, took a broom, and swept Stoat into the toilet hole.

I ran away, just in time for prefect briefing.

I swear this is a true story. Okay, fine, I didn't name it Stoat until when I started writing this post, but I'm not lying otherwise.

That explains the holes in Ken's story(no pun intended)

Ciauz!

Ah Beng Ar!

2009-03-29T02:50:00.000-07:00

We celebrated Qing Ming. Hokkien people like us say Cheng Beng(sounds like a guy's name)

It's a nice festival where people greet their long lost relatives, and throw pieces of wood into the air, cause it somehow tells you your ancestors have eaten whatever you put in front of them.

I dunno what it has to do with food. It's not even edible.

Anyway, it was a silent one, this year. Cause we did this one earlier(supposed to be next week) and all my relatives haven't dropped by from KL.

So it was Marley and Me. Maybe not. Me, mom and dad.

Apart from dad always comparing himself to Bruce Willis, everything went fine.

Then at the Taiping Crematorium, I met Jie Sheng and Company. Amazing. It's a small world.

It rained heavily on the first night. My ancestors! I didn't burn umbrellas for them. Gah.

School starts again tomorrow. Blardy Hell. Nothing's been done yet, you know?
I hope you didn't do your homework, so you can join me and a few losers to moan about it. :D

Kachow!

Woot

2009-03-27T18:35:00.000-07:00

Marcus is now out of my life!

So I can get on with some sadder news(well, seeing Marcus replying with such a lousy message got a few of us laughing)

We got 1st in Choral Speaking!

The trophy looks more like a public speaking trophy, though. I guess we did well, although the break performance sucked. Samuel Tee rocked his piano skills big time, man!

Fast forward to Friday.

Had choir, ponteng most of it to hang out with Lj, Shaun, Julia, and the other CF members. Emily and Tzia E dropped by and we chatted for awhile.

Played frisbee. My normal throw sucks! And I can barely do anything else! At least I hit the dustbin.

Suddenly "chop" for awhile, cause Jian left Tzi Ying's book at his class. Went up to find Shauna, Mardheanna and Marcus trying to open 4B's doors. Yeah, they were locked.

And the book wasn't in there. Tried the Bilik Hem. Nope.

We considered the dustbin, but we ruled it out. It was a Christian book, someone would probably keep it until the owner comes by or pass it to a teacher.

Good luck with that. After that, went to the hall to practice singing.

-Cut some parts-

Went home!

Long time since I made a step-by-step post. Pat myself on the back! *tries to pat and ends up cramping myself.

Anyway, see ya!

For Jun Wei.

2009-03-22T01:53:00.000-07:00

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
sorry!

junwei ; tzlk's ;D said (4:43 PM):
read your posts
cheer up man
(;

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
what u typed >
eh gimme something happy to ype about

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
junwei ; tzlk's ;D said:
ha ha
junwei ; tzlk's ;D said:
i'm back
junwei ; tzlk's ;D said:
but i'm going out soon anyway
junwei ; tzlk's ;D said:
byee again
junwei ; tzlk's ;D said:
and uhh.
junwei ; tzlk's ;D said:
read your posts
junwei ; tzlk's ;D said:
cheer up man
junwei ; tzlk's ;D said:
(;
haha
something happy?

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
yeah
u told me to cheer up
ur interrupting my homework progress!

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
ahh
HEY

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
i noe!

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
fine
i take them back

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
lets type alot of stoopid stuff

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
lol

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
then ill paste it on my blog

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
okayy

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
woohoo
so what kind of hamburger u like?
i like plain
1 ml of mayonis

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
DOUBLE CHEES BURGER

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
maybe 1/3 slice of cheese
a piece or tomato

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
but MORE CHEESE

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
woot

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
haha

NIck. Phrases that kill. said (4:47 PM):
oh fine
but i want a fried egg!
just the egg white
damn fattening sia

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
no la

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
jun wei and rushan sitting on a tree

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
dc
NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
S-Y-O-K SENDIRI

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
LOL
Ramli's burger best
hahahah
oops
haha

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
yeah
can random or der also

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
lalalala~

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
i got this guy
his buger rocks
his bugger rocks

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
==

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
BUGGER
anyway

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
HAHAHAHA

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
his shop name is aroma burger
ha ha

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
LMAO

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
got his number
if i need three more burgers

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
o.o

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
can call him
less than that cannot call
that time i called for one burger

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
LOL

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
he kena me like indian man

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
of cuz la
HAHA

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
H AHA
wooo

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
order extra for my dog man
haha

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
woah
ur dog might get faat

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
my dog eats burger weyh

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
then instead of snoop dogg
ur dog will me fat dog
HA HA

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
hahahaha!

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
*be
The Phat Dogg
yeah thats cool

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
FUIIIYOH

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
woot
Pussycat Dolls switch
Jun Wei
Jun Wei's Phat Doggs
WOOT

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
my dog sings when police siren is made
LOL

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
woot
so for short form
JWPD
woot
can oso be
jun wei's police department
HA HA

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
=.=

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
woah

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
HAHAHA

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
control myself
h ah

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
Jun Wei's Port Dickson!
LOL

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
H AHA
oh crap
my momma tellin me to do homework

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
haha

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
mama says

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
go go

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
you have to do ur homework while standing in the shower
ha ha
see ya!

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
haha

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
thanks

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
kk

NIck. Phrases that kill. says:
i gues this post is good enough
buh bai

junwei ; tzlk's ;D says:
okay
bye
byee

Jun Wei's true colors.

Thanks again! Happy post posted. But in exhange for this, I won't do your tag. Woot.

Bitches.

2009-03-22T01:30:00.000-07:00

For people who don't believe in God, they have their rights.

Christians shouldn't go saying that athiests should go to Hell. God doesn't insult, Satan does.

To that bitch who told my friend to go to Hell, here's to you.

Fuck you.

Ugh, No.

2009-03-21T04:09:00.001-07:00

I pray that Pn. Sujatha won't say anything about what happened this morning. Please, hell no. Gah, crap. Should've controled myself. Whoopsie.

Bend Over While I Blog You

2009-03-19T22:43:00.001-07:00

Hey, there's been rumours going on that I only have one post on my blog.

That's the wrong blog you looking at buster!

That's www.areyougoingtoeatthat.blogspot.com

Mine's www.areUgoingtoeatthat.blogspot.com

You and U. Big difference.

The only post there has one sentence.

Bend Over While I Blog You.

Okay? Geez.
Anons rock!

Dream A Dream

2009-03-16T00:39:00.000-07:00

Well, hello, people!

After that melodramatic post, I guess I'll have a more cheerful post.

I've been getting taken to old rock and Jason Mraznish music. Self composed, titled Playfulness. It's an okay song I composed.

It sounds just a tiny bit gay.

I pray for the best to those who bite of more than they can chew, cause they're really loving the paparazzu they're getting.

Did you get that? You're not supposed to, cause if I was too frank, someone's gona be really pissed. HA HA

But I still love life. As much as Ramli Burgers.

Soothers.

2009-03-14T07:06:00.000-07:00

There are three soothers(something or someone that can calm you down or ease your feelings) that I really love.

Talking to a girl(I'm not telling) and having fun. Not much.

Secondly(no offence, this ain't got anything to do with religion), when I get too lazy and sleepy to open my Bio Text, and the Muslim prayer in the evening comes on(it's around 730-800, I forgot) I'll just open my window and close my eyes. I imagine a nice field where no one can see, a slight breeze, and a dark sky, the sun almost setting, leaving a pink horizon at the end.

Then I open my eyes, and it's 6.00 am in the morning, and I gotta go to school(yes, I fell asleep).

Third,(talked to Jun Wei about it. It seems I'm a weirdo ehehe) and last, when it's late at night, and I'm in for a long journey, I'll turn the radio in the car on, switch it to techno fantasy music, and close my eyes.

The music is beautiful, repetitive, and really makes you feel like you're in some other place away from earth.

Beautiful. I love life.

Life is a gift, a time to experience everything. Certain people think life is nothing but a series of challenges, and is otherwise a curse. Life is never good. Life is never free.

I highly disagree with that.

That statement is for suicidal people, "emo"(with the "" thingy) people, and idiots.

Jie Shéng says:
in my view

Jie Shéng says:
life is a chance for you to do what you want the most

Jie Shéng says:
god or no god,here and now matters more than any afterlife you believe in

We have a damn life to live. And so many oppurtunities of fun.

Marcus' blog:
Why are we (talking to fellow Christians here) doing the works that the rest of the world are doing?
Answer: Why not? What is your question really?

Why aren't YOU ( fellow Christians) sharing the word and love of God like we're supposed to?
Answer: because weak christians do not Love God. They're cowards who are afraid of death in Hell.

I don't get what it had to do with life though.
Life doesn't last very long.

And our cycle continues.

With an occasional different twist to our every day.

Life is meant to be enjoyed. And enjoy it you will, if you choose to enjoy it.

I see from every single MATURE perspective, that life is beautiful.

I love life.

Praise Doesn't Go Far.

2009-03-14T00:44:00.000-07:00

You're being a tiny bit too explicit about your life, don't you think?