OMFG!
This really is it...
It's kinda emotional.
We've finally made our way thus far.
There isn't really much for us to think about, because life doesn't stop.
But I guess it paused.
Everything else can wait, it seems.
What I wanna do now. Is just to waste my life away.
I think the last time we get such a chance was when we were 7.
It all just went pass so fast.
Primary school registration just seem like yesterday. But yesterday I was there drinking with my primary schoolmate.
Just what did education do to us?
It made us competitive, ego-centric, self-centred and judgemental.
But it aren't all so bad.
It did bring us friendship, maturity, eagle-eyes, and critical value judgement.
Most importantly, we've spent at least 12 years in this shit, when most of us are only 18, that equates to 2/3 of our life; memories there are definitely the thing that etch deepest in our hearts; what else?!
Good or bad, they went through it all with us.
How can we ever erase all these bitter-sweetness.
These memories are at the bare minimum compared to what we are expected to go through.
But I think these memories are definitely the most honey-coated ones.
We'll soon dream of life wearing school uniform, what we urge to morph out of.
Ironic.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
What-shit?
Why is everything and everyone around so negative.
Nothing seems right with the people around me.
So many arguments, so much unhappiness.
Some people are really bastards/bitches,
but i guess most of the time,
Circumstances is the true evil.
Why is everything all so fated?
Why is everyone all so irrational?
Think of all the things you've been through together.
Think of all the fun, joy and laughter.
Think of all the shout, talk and whisper.
Think of all the memories and the promise to last forever.
--
Where do you stand, in this shit.
No matter where, you'll only sink deeper and deeper in, like on quicksand.
Stop moving, or you sink, sooner than later.
Nothing seems right with the people around me.
So many arguments, so much unhappiness.
Some people are really bastards/bitches,
but i guess most of the time,
Circumstances is the true evil.
Why is everything all so fated?
Why is everyone all so irrational?
Think of all the things you've been through together.
Think of all the fun, joy and laughter.
Think of all the shout, talk and whisper.
Think of all the memories and the promise to last forever.
--
Where do you stand, in this shit.
No matter where, you'll only sink deeper and deeper in, like on quicksand.
Stop moving, or you sink, sooner than later.
Fiend-shit
Friendship.
How fucking fragile is it.
It sucks to see people who were once so close to repel each other like same-polarity magnets. Especially so when they once mean so much to each other, and also to the people around them.
Don't mean to finger-point. But I guess those that could possibly know what I'm hinting at would have known. What's the point of shooting indirect shots at each other in your own space. It's so obvious that you still care for each other, I seriously don't see a reason for this shit to end in this way.
No one around you has the courage to speak up for you; me, for one, don't.
You made it clear; so many people are involved.
But we can never mend the hole that you two dig in each other's heart.
I don't exactly know what's going on and I guess I'm being nosey, but look around you, who doesn't yearn to see a patch, at least, as friends.
When was the last time we went out as a group ... when will be the next?
How many friends can we keep, how many lives can we live?...
--
Thanksgiving can wait. I guess.
How fucking fragile is it.
It sucks to see people who were once so close to repel each other like same-polarity magnets. Especially so when they once mean so much to each other, and also to the people around them.
Don't mean to finger-point. But I guess those that could possibly know what I'm hinting at would have known. What's the point of shooting indirect shots at each other in your own space. It's so obvious that you still care for each other, I seriously don't see a reason for this shit to end in this way.
No one around you has the courage to speak up for you; me, for one, don't.
You made it clear; so many people are involved.
But we can never mend the hole that you two dig in each other's heart.
I don't exactly know what's going on and I guess I'm being nosey, but look around you, who doesn't yearn to see a patch, at least, as friends.
When was the last time we went out as a group ... when will be the next?
How many friends can we keep, how many lives can we live?...
--
Thanksgiving can wait. I guess.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Let the mood stay on!
To add on to the previous post,
nights of stayover: 3
days of hangovers: 3
WOOHOO!
I'm happy! Ha.
It's really like a tied-down horse finally released, having the chance now to gallop to anywhere it likes, do anything it wants, all without any constraints.
That's life, baby.
and of course, life includes making more new friends and understanding more of the old ones.
Even if it means burning a small little hole in your pockets. Lol.
Money doesn't buy you friendships, but sometimes, it's the bond that bind.
Get it?! HA!
I'm happy! Ha.
nights of stayover: 3
days of hangovers: 3
WOOHOO!
I'm happy! Ha.
It's really like a tied-down horse finally released, having the chance now to gallop to anywhere it likes, do anything it wants, all without any constraints.
That's life, baby.
and of course, life includes making more new friends and understanding more of the old ones.
Even if it means burning a small little hole in your pockets. Lol.
Money doesn't buy you friendships, but sometimes, it's the bond that bind.
Get it?! HA!
I'm happy! Ha.
Thanks.
“Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.” –William Arthur Ward
Today marks the Thanksgiving Day. No one really celebrates, or even take notice of it here. But anyway. 18 years of our life had passed, there must be at least one or two people out there that we owe them in one way or another.
For me, it's a whole train of names, without whom I will not be who I am today.
(Yes, it sounds cliche, but that really is it)
--
Of course, the very first persons that we have to thank for our very existence is definitely our parents.
They may be poor or ugly, they may smoke or gamble obsessively, they may be violent or speaks vulgarity, they may be strict or naggy. But they are who they are - our creator.
What on earth beats a parent's love for their child. Nothing, though arguably.
Yes, there may be cases where they are abusive or neglects their sons/daughters. But the fact that they had the courage to create, conceive and eventually give birth to the greatest creation in this world shows just two things: 1) they are brave, and 2) they simply our existence, for one reason or another.
All these while, I've never one moment forget all the minute yet significant things that my parents had done for me. They are ordinary people to the world, but superheros in the life of their children.
I don't know the real reason for my existence in this world, it may be planned or accidental; either way, I'm glad I'm here. I won't say for sure that that's the case for my parents (since I'm sometimes really a nuisance), but that's the case for me, at least.
They are poor, they are naggy, they neglect our needs, they fail to fulfill us financially, they suck when they step into our private zones.
But when they are my parents, they are my superheros.
No one else will wake up in the middle of the night to console me when they hear me cry out in distress. No one else with a weak knee will walk 400m in the middle of the night just to get me a bottle of chicken essence for my exam the next morning. No one else will cane and scold me and cry secretly in the room out of disappointment. No one else, but my superheros.
Thanks, super-dad and super-mom. You are so ordinary, so super.
--
(The rest can wait)
Today marks the Thanksgiving Day. No one really celebrates, or even take notice of it here. But anyway. 18 years of our life had passed, there must be at least one or two people out there that we owe them in one way or another.
For me, it's a whole train of names, without whom I will not be who I am today.
(Yes, it sounds cliche, but that really is it)
--
Of course, the very first persons that we have to thank for our very existence is definitely our parents.
They may be poor or ugly, they may smoke or gamble obsessively, they may be violent or speaks vulgarity, they may be strict or naggy. But they are who they are - our creator.
What on earth beats a parent's love for their child. Nothing, though arguably.
Yes, there may be cases where they are abusive or neglects their sons/daughters. But the fact that they had the courage to create, conceive and eventually give birth to the greatest creation in this world shows just two things: 1) they are brave, and 2) they simply our existence, for one reason or another.
All these while, I've never one moment forget all the minute yet significant things that my parents had done for me. They are ordinary people to the world, but superheros in the life of their children.
I don't know the real reason for my existence in this world, it may be planned or accidental; either way, I'm glad I'm here. I won't say for sure that that's the case for my parents (since I'm sometimes really a nuisance), but that's the case for me, at least.
They are poor, they are naggy, they neglect our needs, they fail to fulfill us financially, they suck when they step into our private zones.
But when they are my parents, they are my superheros.
No one else will wake up in the middle of the night to console me when they hear me cry out in distress. No one else with a weak knee will walk 400m in the middle of the night just to get me a bottle of chicken essence for my exam the next morning. No one else will cane and scold me and cry secretly in the room out of disappointment. No one else, but my superheros.
Thanks, super-dad and super-mom. You are so ordinary, so super.
--
(The rest can wait)
I'm a lucky man
On an even lighter note.
I'm really a lucky man.
Even before A'levels end, I've already felt the feeling of getting straight A's.
LOL.
That's how much an impact it made.
I'm glad those of mine were losers, for once. HA!
Lucky me. Happy me!
I'm really a lucky man.
Even before A'levels end, I've already felt the feeling of getting straight A's.
LOL.
That's how much an impact it made.
I'm glad those of mine were losers, for once. HA!
Lucky me. Happy me!
Vacation!
Yeah!
The feeling is back!
When was the last time when we get to laze around at home and do nothing, yet feel not a wee bit guilty?
When was the last time we get to have impromptu outings, casually roam the streets, staying out whole night and have hangovers like no-one's business?
When was the last time we get to drink till we drop, eat till we cannot stop, and talk all night of cock?!?!
Hmmm. Long way back. LOL. Nvm.
It's now due time. To use a template I like a lot:
A period of labour had finally been paid off with an era of wildness!
WOOHOO!
HAHA. two consecutive nights of stayovers with two consecutive days of hangovers. SHIOK!
Being sober all day long is never good for health. This world is just to muddy for us to feel comfortable in. Indulging once in a while and losing temporary connection with the complex real-world really is an escapade from the emotions.
I've lost my senses, but won my life.
Wasted, if you've never been wasted.
Live on. Drink on.
The feeling is back!
When was the last time when we get to laze around at home and do nothing, yet feel not a wee bit guilty?
When was the last time we get to have impromptu outings, casually roam the streets, staying out whole night and have hangovers like no-one's business?
When was the last time we get to drink till we drop, eat till we cannot stop, and talk all night of cock?!?!
Hmmm. Long way back. LOL. Nvm.
It's now due time. To use a template I like a lot:
A period of labour had finally been paid off with an era of wildness!
WOOHOO!
HAHA. two consecutive nights of stayovers with two consecutive days of hangovers. SHIOK!
Being sober all day long is never good for health. This world is just to muddy for us to feel comfortable in. Indulging once in a while and losing temporary connection with the complex real-world really is an escapade from the emotions.
I've lost my senses, but won my life.
Wasted, if you've never been wasted.
Live on. Drink on.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Chapter 1.9
It is not yet the end of everything,
but at least the first chapter of our life is coming to a full-stop.
It wasn't all smooth-sailing, but there were no major hurdle.
It wasn't all so happening, but there were memorable moments.
It wasn't all about fun, but at least I enjoyed.
It wasn't all filled with happiness, but at least I smiled...
So many things had happened.
We've altogether been through so much.
So much...
I'm not sure if I should feel happy, sad, excited, nervous, ...
Or rather, I don't even know how to feel right now.
It is like being at the end of a maze; you were so eager to find an exit when you were so lost, but when you finally break free, what is presented to you is not what you had expected all along. You feel uncertain, because the future is blurry, it's unclear. And now, you find that the maze presents a much friendly environment, but there is no way back anymore.
We can choose to find our way out of the mist, or just stay put at where we are; it doesn't matter.
What matters now is that we are seriously on our own.
We have to face the problem presented in front of us on OUR OWN. .
It's not like we haven't had these kinda experience before; we were given the chance to make crucial decisions once in a while, but guidance were always there because people always think that us being young will make irrational decisions. Yet, we always try to find our way out and be the 'adult', doing things that we were not supposed to do, just to show that we are more mature than the others and also to show the world that we, though young, are capable of doing things that even some adults are unable to. We've tried to make things work, OUR way. In reality, how often do we succeed?
But now, we can no longer TRY to do it, we HAVE to do it, and it must succeed.
The period of egoism is finally giving way to an era of consequence.
Did you, the self-centric you, once heed the advice of what the other more experienced ones said? If you haven't, good luck.
Will you be able to survive in the vicious world all by yourself?
Given a choice, will you rather go back and be the boy dictated by the adults, or be the man dictated by the world?
I'm lost, seriously, in such a dilemma.
But goodbye for now, for I will seek my escapade.
but at least the first chapter of our life is coming to a full-stop.
It wasn't all smooth-sailing, but there were no major hurdle.
It wasn't all so happening, but there were memorable moments.
It wasn't all about fun, but at least I enjoyed.
It wasn't all filled with happiness, but at least I smiled...
So many things had happened.
We've altogether been through so much.
So much...
I'm not sure if I should feel happy, sad, excited, nervous, ...
Or rather, I don't even know how to feel right now.
It is like being at the end of a maze; you were so eager to find an exit when you were so lost, but when you finally break free, what is presented to you is not what you had expected all along. You feel uncertain, because the future is blurry, it's unclear. And now, you find that the maze presents a much friendly environment, but there is no way back anymore.
We can choose to find our way out of the mist, or just stay put at where we are; it doesn't matter.
What matters now is that we are seriously on our own.
We have to face the problem presented in front of us on OUR OWN. .
It's not like we haven't had these kinda experience before; we were given the chance to make crucial decisions once in a while, but guidance were always there because people always think that us being young will make irrational decisions. Yet, we always try to find our way out and be the 'adult', doing things that we were not supposed to do, just to show that we are more mature than the others and also to show the world that we, though young, are capable of doing things that even some adults are unable to. We've tried to make things work, OUR way. In reality, how often do we succeed?
But now, we can no longer TRY to do it, we HAVE to do it, and it must succeed.
The period of egoism is finally giving way to an era of consequence.
Did you, the self-centric you, once heed the advice of what the other more experienced ones said? If you haven't, good luck.
Will you be able to survive in the vicious world all by yourself?
Given a choice, will you rather go back and be the boy dictated by the adults, or be the man dictated by the world?
I'm lost, seriously, in such a dilemma.
But goodbye for now, for I will seek my escapade.
The beginning is ending...
Dear me,
Welcome.
This is the first, but not exactly.
This is the beginning, but not exactly.
This is the mediocre me, but not exactly.
This is it. Exactly.
Goodbye, for now.
Welcome.
This is the first, but not exactly.
This is the beginning, but not exactly.
This is the mediocre me, but not exactly.
This is it. Exactly.
Goodbye, for now.
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