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January 2, 2008

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Very late liao, but nevermind – Happy new year!

Err I almost chose to forgo new year celebrations. Which is the most stupid thing to do, multiplied by 10.

It was so wonderful, that night.

We were at a somewhat non-strategic place when the clock struck 12, so that we didn’t even realize it was 12 until the fireworks went off and people started screaming.

(Dunno who, went, “No la! Not yet 12! See my watch!” and poked at her watch. Who again ah? In denial sial.)

I was a taaad disappointed we didn’t get to countdown (for we had noisemakers and glowsticks and poppers and all that jazz, given to us free by the restaurant we ate in).

So that very moment 2007 became 2008, the bunch of us were sitting on the pavement, marah-ing The Ling for wasting one of the poppers. (Those were weird poppers that don’t work anyway. They failed on me also, those take-guna things.)

So I had on this “Aiyoh” sort of look on me, then The Ling went, “Nevermind what. At least we had each other when it happened.”

Which is so, so true!

So. Much later in the night, right, Fui sent me this text message, cheering our 6 years of friendship.

Imagine! Since form 1 eh. Somehow I’m no longer worried about us going to US/Singapore/Aussie next year because I know know know what I can count on is that these people will never leave me behind. We’d still be as tight as ever!

I went to this Chinese wedding dinner last night, and there were these two Ah-Poh, trying to relive their younger years I think, they started singing with the mic on stage. And they danced.

They sang very horribly, they danced like drunken monkeys, and no one at my table was paying them much notice, except for myself.

‘Cause they remind me so much of us! Especially during our er, karaoke sessions.

I remember there was one time, we turned off the lights so it was almost completely dark save for the glow from the TV screen, and started singing to ‘Nsync’s Bye Bye Bye, and trying to dance like ‘Nsync what the heck!

Then everybody got really high and crowded in front of the TV. There were a bunch of us, but only 2 microphone, and I was sharing one of the mics with somebody.

But like I said, too high, right? So people started getting really possessive of the microphones, ’cause everyone wanted to scream into them, until one girl had her mic snatched away from her, and in a fit of rage (or she just too blur la, I dunno which) she went ahead and pulled the microphone’s jack out from the TV.

Damn funny, man.

After the song was over and the lights were turned on, the girl who did the snatching of mic went, “Eh? Mic come out already? No wonder no sound la!”

She said she realized she couldn’t hear herself sing.

Who is who, your guess!

I don’t really know what I’m talking about I’m just typing as I go pardon me.

* * * * *

In all geng-chao-ness, I stayed up all night, just to finish off my applications.

Emphasis on all night.

As in come back from wedding dinner, bathe, go straight to work till 12 noon the next day.
(12 noon because the absolute deadline is 12.59 pm our time, i.e. 11.59 pm US eastern time. I am such a last-minute person!)

Can you believe ah?

This basically comes from unchecked procrastination, and from wanting to go ahead and enjoy myself even though I know perfectly well my app essays are not done yet.

And also from applying to 11 colleges. (Not kiasu. Quite on the contrary. Too insecure to apply to less.)

Made it in time for Jan 1 deadline, now there are colleges with more essays with Jan 15 deadline die die die I haaaate.

I don’t care la. I’m applying to Singapore Unis. Applying to US is too cumbersome, might not get accepted somemore, what’s the point.

Did you know for National University Singapore, you just fill in an online form (simple form, no CommonApp shit) and send in copies of school transcripts (no counselor rec, teachers rec, school reports what shit what shit)?

Hoo.

After-effects of serious lack of sleep. Pardon me.

My biological clock is as screwed as a cork in a wine bottle. For the past month I’ve been sleeping at 5, 6, 7 am.

I cannot help it – it’s the only time I get a little peace and quiet at home.

Most other times you just get a Mother nagging, a Father watching Astro with the volume turned up too high, plus a Sister watching NTV7/8TV while talking to the (characters in the) television.

Damn noisy la my house.

I absolutely love how quiet it is when everyone’s asleep.

Screwed up sleeping pattern doesn’t bother me though, I don’t have school to attend.

I repeat, NO SCHOOOOOL!

So while everyone is preparing for college/exams right now, all I do is go “no school no school” and give an annoying smirk. Oh and write @#$% essays, of course.

Stuffed under Family and Friends,Significant Days at 2:50 am

August 20, 2007

Looking back.

I just bought Underclass Hero!

So that’s another RM46.50 gone. And just when I’ve managed to save a bit of money.

I was told that you could get the Malaysian edition of it for RM29.90.

But the way I see it, what’s the point?

I mean, the best thing about buying/getting a new album is being able to flip through the booklet while you play the CD for the first time.

It’s all very exciting.

(It’s somewhat like having the very first bite off a solid chunk of chocolate. Nothing tastes better!)

Anyway, that’s not the point.

While I was paying for the CD, my mom very loudly went, “I thought you don’t like them anymore? You said you duwanna buy their CD…..”

I then had to explain it was Linkin Park’s CD I didn’t like.

(Every time I get a new CD, she’d ask what band it was, and I’d say the name, and she’d go, “Never hear before wan?”. But that’s only ’cause all she knows is Linkin Park and SUM 41.)

I told her the only reason I hadn’t gotten any SUM 41 albums lately was because they hadn’t released any albums, up until now.

Which brings me to the point of this post.

How time flies.

I mean, the last time SUM 41 had their album out, I was in Form 3.

Form 3!

I would be going through the PMR Geography paper (which I thought was waaaaay hard), and I’d be staring at questions I didn’t know the answer to, but my mind was doing its own countdown till the day the album would be out.

It was something like October 12th or 15th.

It could be that PMR was over on the 12th, and the album release was on the 15th.
Something like that.

See? I remember.

(I don’t remember where you can find petroleum in Malaysia, or where lada hitam is planted, but I remember Chuck‘s release date.)

Oh, I digressed.

Lu had a recent post on her blog, and she was talking about the night all of us were in Morib.

It’s very contradictory, actually.

If you think about the things we’ve done,
like lying under the stars, singing songs, talking about everything and nothing in particular,
or like waltzing the night away to a rock song on a special friend’s birthday,
like going completely crazy in our hotel rooms during trips year after year,
or going ang pao hunting and being followed by an Indian man (either that, or we were just being paranoid)….
feels like they happened just last year.

But if you think about the amazing time we’ve had,
the friendship that grew and was nurtured into something extra-ly special,
the utter confidence (without the least bit of doubt) that these people will be there if ever you should falter ,
the comfort we have in each other’s company,
the silence we have learnt to revel in (and sometimes, the silence proves more meaningful than words could be)…
and you think, ‘What? It’s only been 4.5 years?!‘

It seemed so much longer.

Like I said, contradictory.

It takes you a moment to realize that we’ve all grown up now.

Back then, college seemed like a very very distant future. It’d take forever until we graduate from high school.

But “forever” has come and gone, all in the span of four years.

We’re no longer the bunch of kids who talked so much, Pn. Ng Hui Gek had to put each of us in different corners of the classroom.

No longer are we the bunch of kids who would lock ourselves in the store room during free periods, so we could dance and play air guitars and do bad boyband imitations.

We’re no longer the bunch that buys coloured paper, asks for cardboard from the canteen uncle, then goes and create a group diary detailing the little “encounters” we had with our crushes (we were so young then!)

The little feuds we had seemed so naive and insignificant now.

Till now, Fui and I still occasionally talk about that time when she had a birthday party, but didn’t invite me, and I thought she was mad at me.

In fact, she didn’t invite me only because she thought I was mad at her.

Form 1 kids, sigh. -Shakes head-

It makes me very proud to think of where we are now.

The celebration three years ago, after getting our PMR results, going to the CHS / Kasturi award ceremony.

The celebration few months ago, after getting our SPM results, going to the CHS / Kasturi award ceremony. Though in my case, only a half-celebration =(

SPM was like THE GOAL we were working towards, the only thing we were gearing up for the whole time we were at high school.

So getting good results, was like finally getting there.

(Though if you think about it, if it was all like the working world, and SPM results were our careers, then if we all got together later, I’d be like the housewife burdened with kids and bills, while the others are CEOs and Chief-of-Surgery’s and rich investment bankers.)

Okay, bad and confusing analogy. Forget that.

Now one is a JPA scholar, on the way to become a dentist (and back then I thought JPA scholars we not human, like they’re a whole step above us normal people),
one is a future psychologist in the making,
another is in Taiwan, also a future dentist……

Back then, three things scared me the most (and I mean the ‘scared’ that makes you have nightmares).

One, growing up.

Two, family members ‘leaving’.

Three, the bunch of us being strangers one day.

Number three worried me a lot.

But we’re all grown up now.

We no longer have 3-hour phone conversations going on into midnight.

We don’t sit around and giggle about things like crushes, like we did when we were 13.

And once we move on to universities in some country or other next year, I wouldn’t be recieving SMS-es going, “Eh, wanna go watch movie?”.

Or if I were feeling weird slash sad, I wouldn’t be able to call someone and have her say, “I’ll be over in 10 minutes”, and the next thing you know, she’d standing outside of your porch, ready to hear whatever gripe you have.

Which scares me a lot.

‘Cause I wonder if I’d ever find a bunch like them again.

There was once when I was deeeep in the pits for a brief period, I was very unmotivated and had a lot of “What’s the point?” kind of questions, and I looked in my mail box one day and found a handmade card inside.

A smiley-faced handmade card.

And there was a poem.

If you ever feel that you can’t go on
When your life just becomes too hard
And the dreams you thought were within your reach
Suddenly seem so far
When the world is on your case
And you don’t have a place to run
No matter what’s bothering you
WE will be by your side
WE will be the rock that you can lean on
WE will be your guide
Like a fairy tale
come true
Just reach for us
WE WILL rescue you

And when I got to the end, I was completely floored.

I felt like the luckiest person in the world then, and I wanted to slap myself for having thought otherwise.

If someone asked me how my adolescent years were, I’d answer with full conviction that it couldn’t have been better.

So much more than wonderful.

Thanks for everything, you guys.

Stuffed under Family and Friends,Music at 1:39 pm

August 17, 2007

Holidays / Birthdays

Jubilaaaaaation!

Right now is the beginning of a week of no-study-all-play!

Liberty, liberty, liberty!

(And that means being able to blogging as much as you want to, despite being warned against it.)

I know, it’s only a-week-plus-two-days of holiday, but I’m feeling like SPM is just over.

(But if that’s how it is, then like Esther says, STPM is just round the corner!)

The dreaded trials, a few weeks away.

All things sad and upsetting (like exams) aside, today was two things -

1. According to Anggit, today’s Indonesia’s independance day.

2. According to the then-17-year-old Paige, today’s the day she turns 18.

So we obviously had to celebrate!

Unfortunately, just as we were walking to her apartment with the cake and chocolates to surprise her, she unwittingly walked out and bump into us on the way.

She said (jokingly of course) we have zero talent in organizing a surprise birthday celebration.

I say, you didn’t help us out by staying in your apartment long enough!

Her taking a photo of us, taking a photo of her.

Us taking a photo of her, taking a photo of us.

(Curi-ed from her blog, of course.)

Well, happy 18th birthday!

Now you don’t have to turn away when Fatoula kisses Ian! (Not like you had to in the first place.)

What else, what else.

Oh yeah.

Merdeka Day’s two weeks away.

And frankly, I cannot wait.

Stuffed under Family and Friends at 7:20 am

May 11, 2007

I am goth, but I don't look goth

Ask me not what that means, ’cause I have no idea either.

28th person, explain.

Aaaaanyway.

I’ve never actually had fun during teacher’s day in high school, except maybe after school when I hang out with the group.

Oh waitta minute. How was teacher’s day celebrated in Catholic High again?

See? Totally forgettable.

But yesterday was Taylor’s UC teacher’s day celebration, and boy was it fun!
(But I cannot say the same for the teachers. They looked very bored, and Mr. Yap left early.)

After the teachers left, G10 had their own fun -


Playing musical chairs!

Which I got kicked out pathetically early (hence being able to take that shot), but nevermind, success in life does not depend on whether you win in Musical Chairs.

Then there was that game where one person would run around trying to hit people with newspaper, but would always end up looking unintentionally lost and confused.

Which then led to this -

Kevin’s sexy dance.


Man, he has guts.

Had a whole lot of laugh-out-loud moments that day, like when Esther asked who starred in the Sixth Sense, the 28th person went, “Neh, that other man who looks like Tom Hanks.” It was Bruce Willis, actually.

Or when the 28th person tried as best as she could to open her eyes as wide as it would go, she ended up looking like she’s just very curious about something.

And before the day was over, a bunch of us managed to make a trip to MidValley for a meal at Sushi King. It’s amazing we haven’t gotten bored of it already.

* * * * *

The past week had been the most stressful than any other week of my life had been.

Yes, even worse than that wretched SPM period during high school.

Yours would be too, if your lecturer told you that what you’ve been doing for the past four months were wrong, and made you redo things in one week.

Worse still if it was your FINAL version of your report, that report which constitutes 30% of your SAM english marks.

I’ve been skipping breaks just so I could work on the report, and I’d go home at 6pm without eating anything the entire day.

There’s no time to breathe before we have to hand in our Biology final report, our chemistry report outline, and then right after, our midyear exams.

Everytime I start whining, my mom would ask, “So now you regret taking SAM?”

Let me very confidently tell you – no, I do not.

For reasons I cannot understand myself, I actually like writing reports.

And, slightly sadistic as it may sound, I actually like pushing myself to the limits like this.

There always seem to be a weird sense of accomplishment everytime I look back on a particularly stressful week/month.

Catch’a later, mah homies! Be sho’ y’all check back soon, yo!

(What is the Malaysian equivalent of ‘homies’ again? Macha?)

Stuffed under Family and Friends at 5:27 am

April 26, 2007

A little bit of – Fun.

This temporary post-exam freedom, this ultra-short after-exam-happiness, I cannot even begin to describe how sweet it feels!

But unfortunately, after having slaved over assignments and common tests and DI and Issue analysis over the past three weeks, three weeks of not watching television, not going online for more than an hour (unless it’s to find internet sources and information), when we’ve only just begun to revel in not having to go to sleep worrying over something or other, when we’re finally able to say “Yay! Exam over! Can sleep!”, we realize the cold, hard truth – the midyear exams are in three weeks’ time.

Reality bites.

But when the Physics paper was being handed in today, it felt so nice, yet so horrible at the same time.

Horrible, because it was the worst paper I (and a lot others, for that matter) have ever sat for.

Nice, because heck, WE CAN HAVE PROPER SLEEP NOW!

Anyway.

A bunch of us went out to celebrate the end-of-exams.

We paid RM21 to enter the indoor theme park in Times Square (“Oh man I feel so childish!”), got on a few rides, went on the ride that rotates 360 degrees clockwise, then stops in mid air, and rotates 360 degrees anti-clockwise, figured it was too much fun, convinced a friend who was too scared before to give it a try, went on the ride an extra two times (which makes 3 in total), and ended up making ourselves feel sick.

I found it so hilarious, we paid 21 bucks expecting fun, and ended up getting ourselves sick.

But truth be told, I had an amazing time.

We went for dinner, spent hours there chatting without knowing it, took the Monorail to the Crown Plaza to check something out, and by the time I got home, it was already 10.45 pm.

And I had school the next day.

Lately I’ve been making a lot of impulsive decisions after school to go out to this and that place, then coming home really late, and going to school tired the next day, homework undone.

But I’m having a whole lotta fun.

College isn’t as bad as I had dreaded it to be.

Stuffed under Family and Friends at 4:28 pm

April 20, 2007

I couldn't believe it myself.

If there is a word that means ‘SO lucky, yet SO unlucky at the same time’, it’d be the best word to describe Paige right now.

Paige, my classmate who got two free Good Charlotte tickets, and was nice enough to give me one of them.

Paige, whom I was supposed to go to the concert with, and was supposed to stay over at my place right after.

Paige, who is one of the nicest person I’ve ever known, who’d walk home to bring you hand cream when you’ve got rashes, who’d get you traditional medicine for your cold, who’d always go to the campus main gate to get R.AGE for everyone, who used up at least RM10 of her credit trying to win tickets for me.

And during English today, she received a call, and there she was, talking away on the phone, completely undetected by Dr. Santha’s eagle eyes. (Lucky.)

She actually won the ultra-special-very-rare-once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity to meet Good Charlotte backstage! Hah. Her first time entering a contest somemore.
(Uber lucky.)

But then she found out yesterday, that her friend from Miri (where she’s from) is leaving for Aussie, and here she is, caught in a dilemma worse than any other dilemma anyone could possibly be caught in.

To see her friend off, and to skip the concert and forgo meeting Good Charlotte in person, or just go to the darn concert and risk being a bad friend?

(Uber uber uber unlucky.)

“Aiya, go to the concert la! You can see your friend online what!”
“Eh yeah! You just bought a webcam? Use webcam la!”
“Might as well go Youtube and watch Good Charlotte. Same thing.“

So she’s decided to go send her friend off.

I admire her so much.

Going off to KLIA meant seeing her friend for 30 minutes max, then having transport problems in coming home somemore.

Option Two meant getting to meet a huge band in person, enjoying a concert, and having transport issues all solved.

I would’ve been so tempted to go for Option Two, y’know.

That is Paige, the girl who could (unintentionally) make you laugh just by blinking at you. Who’d surprise you with little things you thought no one could ever be aware of. She’s one of the funniest person I’ve known, the kind nobody could ever dislike.

Now instead of watching GC with her, I’d have to go with my sister and her friends. And her friend’s brother who’s there only to “pak to with his girlfriend“.

Sigh.

* * * * *

I wonder how the NOFX gig went last night.

It feels as though there’s always an exam just around the corner.

Stuffed under Family and Friends at 8:17 am

March 16, 2007

I thought we were family?

I am surprised.

My dad has been corresponding with my brother via email, and I’m surprised their exchanges were so darn formal.

“Hi Saik,

Further to our discussions this morning(KL time), I have had time to relook at the various options available one more time.

Considering the series of unforeseen obstacles that seem to creep up and also to avoid the possibilty (sic) of making a wrong decision in choice of colleges, it will be prudent to reconsider the merits of staying at BYU to finish your degree and then pursue your master’s at a reputable college (be it Chicago or Boston or anywhere else where sculpture has a strong faculty). The advantages of doing so are quite obvious: “

And then he lists out the advantages, in bullet form.

I remember sending a bunch of CNY photos over to my bro, and all that was in my email message was “Nah, photos. Ma asked me to send.”

Why all the formality and niceness? Redundant, I say!

But that is not the point.

I was reading it, thinking, Oh how nice my bro got accepted into Chicago, and then I read this -

“Chooi Yen got 9 distinctions for her SPM (nothing much to shout about as so many students got 12 A’s).”

Urgh, how can I be proud of myself if my own parents say so matter-of-factly that it is nothing to shout about.

(Speaking of grades, I recieved my SAM semester 1 results in the mail today. Ironically, I fared best in Biology. I’ll show you, SPM-Bio-B4!)

In case you’re wondering why I’m reading what is supposed to be a Very Private Exchange Between Father and Son, my dad forwarded the mail to me, because he wants me to print out photos of my brother’s torn passport that my bro has sent to him.

Yes, passport with an entire page torn off.

Only someone like my brother could achieve.

(Or as my mom would like to believe, only Hainanese people could do. She’s always, always telling us, “Sap go hoi nam yan, gau goh ding. Yat goh mm ding zau fat san geng!”)

(Literally tanslated, “Ten Hainanese, nine eccentric. One not eccentric, then completely crazy!”)

(Something like that la.)

Stuffed under Family and Friends at 9:24 am

December 5, 2006

Burn them books!

40 people turned up at Manhattan Fish Market yesterday, and took up two looong stretches of tables.

20 people stayed for the movie, and took up two rows of seats.

It was our first class gathering, and everyone was lamenting that we should’ve done this earlier.

Like JoonMing said, we started acting like a class, only when we aren’t really a class anymore.

Anyway.

I found out that there are people who still love Malaysia, and are not trying to get out from it the first chance they have.

To a few of my classmates, Malaysia is home, and they’re like Jenny from the Pendidikan Moral paper – they’re coming home no matter what.

It’s nice to know their only gripe is the hot weather.

* * * * *

I’m announcing Daniel Craig as my favourite Bond actor!

You DO realize the only people who still think he’s no good, are the same people who have not watched the movie yet?

So he’s blond, big deal.

(Someone should’ve told me that when I was happily criticizing him for being blond prior to watching the film.)

I was told he had amazing abs.

I was dissappointed.

* * * * *

I am having a bad, bad, BAD case of the pre-trip jitters.

It happens everytime, one day before I leave for trips or camps.

Last week, I was anything but anxious, what with people randomly going, “Eh this time next week we’d have passed the immigration already!” or “What’d you think we’d be doing now?”

So we’re leaving tomorrow!

Seeing that we’re probably spending near a thousand ringgit on this, a mere ‘good trip’ just wouldn’t cut it – we need a GREAT trip!

My camera conked out during graduation when someone dropped it on the floor with a very sickening *insert sound of camera dropping 1.5 m to the floor*.

Being the procrastinator that I am, I brought it out for fixing just yesterday, and it couldn’t be fixed in time for tomorrow.

Sad lah, now I have to rely on other people’s camera.

A small bunch of friends, on foreign soil, without adult supervision (hey we’re almost adult ouselves), so why am I wishing I could just stay at home tomorrow?

* * * * *

I thought when the last paper was handed in, it’d be like going through a magical moment, angels would descend and start singing, birds would fly in and start chirping.

But nothing happend.

So SPM’s over!

(I’d hate to be SPM. People get all fustrated when you’re near, and start rejoicing like WHAT when you’re gone.)

Stuffed under Family and Friends at 3:30 am

December 2, 2006

Smile.

I had the biggest fight with my mom an hour ago.

It was kind of like the sum of all fights, where both of us started bringing up fights we’ve had over the past, oh I dunno, five years or so, and began arguing who was right and who was wrong.

You know it’s gotten to the most extreme degree when your mom says, “You could die and I wouldn’t even care.”

She has never said anything like that before, and she probably doesn’t mean it, but it obviously hurts a lot more than when a friend tells you she thinks you’re mean or when someone says you’re cocky.

I’ve not felt this shitty in a very long time.

I don’t know why it even started, we were having dinner and everything was going well.

This is probably the kind of dirty laundry I shouldn’t air, but I couldn’t concentrate on studying right now, I feel like shit.

So what now, we’re going to pretend not to see each other later tonight?

Sigh.

(Came online, talked to the worry-free person who thinks studying Biology is like going to the toilet and doing your big buisiness, important but can be put off till later, and now I feel better.)

Stuffed under Family and Friends at 12:37 pm

October 31, 2006

Welcome, fellow Graduates!

In that list of “Most Memorable Days Ever“, “Graduations” are up there, somewhere between “Wedding” and “The Day I Become A Nobel Prize Laureatte”. (One can always dream!)

So technically speaking, today’s one of the Most Memorable Days of our lives.

We’re GRADUATING yo!

Because of that, I will stop being my whiny self long enough to be emo a bit.

I WILL MISS ALL OF YOU. No no don’t raise that skeptical eyebrow I MOST DEF WILL!

Every single person I saw today, I had to go thinking, My Gawd will this be the last time?

Every single thing I did, go canteen buy water la, berhimpun at tapak la, I have to think, Is this the last time?

So yes, I will miss high school A LOT.
I think, I used to complain about my class, I used to get up in the morning thinking of some legitimate excuse for skipping school, I used to wonder just how long will chinese period end.

After perhimpunan I’d be wishing for recess, after recess I’d be wishing for the last bell to ring.

Now I wish I hadn’t wished all of those things.

School seemed ultra-fun now, school seemed like the only place you look forward to go to!

NOW, I wish I had a few more days with these people!

That, is FiveScienceSix in its full glory.

(Look at a certain KT trying to steal the lime light! Hahah.)

Together we busied ourselves with wondering when Chinese period would end, instead of actually paying attention to Pn. Ang’s boring stories of dead kings and poets, we secretly rooted for victims of Manwir (Jiu Hwei!) when her PPMS (Perpetual Pre-Menstrual Syndrome) effects were manifesting,
we copied Maths homework that originated from ONE person (and later we got lazy and stopped doing altogether), and we somehow convinced ourselves Hardev wasn’t actually in front of the class, teaching.

So yeah, I will miss 5S6.

AND, I will miss these people too.

Eight people, eight amazing characters, and a WHOLE LOT of wonderful memories for keeps.

“Big Head Eight”, so spontaneously weird, so US!

From monkey-dancing the evening away at Fui’s party, to locking ourselves in the store room during free periods and monkey-danced there, to star gazing at a certain beach and celebrating a special person’s birthday in a rundown hotel room afterwards (and eating cake in a pretty disgusting way), to practically ORDERING our class to participate in our “Guardian Angel” game (which was a success, if I do say so myself!).

Right, unless I actually get a scholarship to a United World College (which Spam thinks is pretty very hard to do), I think I’ll still be seeing you guys a lot after graduation.

After NS lah of course.

I couldn’t forget these people either.


(We don’t seem to be smiling very broadly, I dunno why also. But we ARE happy, you can count on that!)

Recess buddies all the way back since Form 2, recess was like the superglue that glued us together, since we no longer were in the same class after that.

AAAAHH look at the transition that has happened, we used to talk about crushes and girlie-giggly stuff back then, now we’ve matured SO MUCH (or so I feel).

I think, I want to give you guys the biggest bear hug, and squeeze the daylights outta you!

Of course, with most of my time spent in class, I couldn’t forget these weird, often perverted (‘cept Lei and myself) people.


(Despite much practice, EuJoe still has that blur look in every photo!)

They’re weird because they play fantasy football where they score impossible goals, they conjure up plans to kidnap the Prime Minister’s daughter so as to get a million Ringgit, and they started an imaginary band with the most stupid name (with proper signed contracts to boot).

Thay also (happily) gave us lessons regarding all things sexual. (You know when you have questions about males that you wonder about often but have no guts to ask just any guy off the street? Yeah, those.)
(Most times we don’t ask, they voluntarily provide the info.)

* * * * *

Other than the above, there are a whole lot of other people I would miss a lot!

Like the girl who sticks up for her friends no matter what;
like the soft-spoken ‘rabbit’;
like Wolfie (“Foxie” and “Wolfie”, how could they?!);
like my ex-study-buddy who used to keep calling me ‘sien ren’ (ahh I miss those times!);
like the girl I’ve known for such a long time whom I really really like, but I don’t think she knoes it (you’re the one who memorizes literature texts. Yes you!);
classmates like the most handsome girl in school (“Jiao wo shuai ge la! Jiao la!”);
the guy whose jokes I learnt to understand (his caption IS a compliment la, he’s one of the funniest person I know);
like the person whom I used to be close to in Form 3 (I do not forget friends!);
like our very own David Blaine;
like the girl whom I’ve been classmates with for seven years;
like the person who’d always insist I’m really a boy (meh. You’re very much like a girl yourself);
like the person who drove me to the library (and unfortunately I couldn’t join him for later study sessions);
like the always-enthusiastic girl (you’d think she had more than her usual fix of sugar);
like the girl who always has clever, witty comebacks (and the only other person I know who likes green – GREEEEEN?!);
like the guy who hates Marilyn Manson (thinks he’s a devil worshipper, which he isn’t by the way) that we’d have countless musical debates;
like YOU, for reading this.
Hahah.

(As I was writing that, I had the sweetest SMS from BigFeetWithOctopusArms. Things like these get me all emo-emo again.)

* * * * *

I’d like to end this post with a bunch of inspiring words, but I’m not very good at writing inspiring stuff, so I’ll leave it to Dr. Seuss instead.

He is, after all, one of the greatest children’s author ever.

(Right, you read this, and pretend it’s written by me okay?)

Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

by Dr. Seuss


Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets. L
ook ‘em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.

It’s opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!

You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t
Because, sometimes, you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That’s not for you!

Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t.
Because, sometimes, they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
’cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So…
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

* * * * *

So this is it. The end.

Never able to sit in class and wait for the teacher to come in.

Never able to make up an excuse for not handing in your homework.

Never able to walk to other classes looking for your friends.

On the other hand,

This is it!

The exams, the holidays, then THE COLLEGE!

The adulthood!

The responsibilities that aren’t REAL responsibilities yet!

Being able to buy cigarettes! (Just because you’re able to do it, doesn’t mean you have to, okay.)

Being able to stick your nose up in the air when someone talks to you like a child and say, “I AM AN ADULT! HEAR ME ROAR!” -rwoawrr-

* * * * *

I’m taking a short hiatus. I cannot continue like this any longer.

MUST STUDY.

If you see any new posts after this, be the helpful blog-reader and do whatever it takes to discourage me from blogging anymore okay?

My future depends on this.

If my future turns bleak all of a sudden (i.e. the minute the SPM results are out), I wouldn’t want to have to say the blog readers were to blame.

Ciao.

(By the way, seeing as I’m hoping to not blog anymore, I shall now say, GOOD LUCK everyone! Break a leg y’all!)

Please, last-minute exam-eve late-night cramming okay? It’ll do you more harm than good.

Ciao #2.


Message to self : Please study, please please PLEASE study! Please don’t get distracted! Please please PLEASE STUDY!
(Self-begging as a last resort)

Last and final, ciao #3.

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