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Sunday, August 22, 2010
"Mum ..where's the controller?"
If pictures were taken every minute of our life, I think I might just die looking at them.
I just spent a (not so) few minutes staring at pictures that lasted since a few years back to the way it is right now. So many things and emotions passed and I felt that my mind was little.
Decisions that were made, time that was lost and could be spent on people who changed me, changed themselves the way they are today, the joy and entertainment that was experienced as well as the pain and regret sown back then and some even still living inside me today.
After all that. You feel a change of heart.
Feeling that things right now aren't as smooth and that the mistakes made the last time actually seem perfect.
Ridiculous but true.
But then when you think about it again, and it tells you to enjoy what you are and what you have now then look back at it in the future and have the same feeling again.
Memories do come back. Especially with pictures, the little things that never mattered becomes something you miss dearly. Oh my.
As fast as you want things to come and go. There's no slingshot in life. You don't fast forward and you certainly don't live back what you did.
You do things, feel things, and you change with the times. What you never did, you now do. What you never want, you now desire. There was never a guarantee to begin with.
Look in the rear view mirror and you find that you've changed far, far more than you thought you had. As I realize this, I see that I can't be secure and sure that change will not come to the things I believe so surely will not change.
Seventeen. I've gone quite far.
Yet there's more to go. Life's a journey. And a damned long one.
I just spent a (not so) few minutes staring at pictures that lasted since a few years back to the way it is right now. So many things and emotions passed and I felt that my mind was little.
Decisions that were made, time that was lost and could be spent on people who changed me, changed themselves the way they are today, the joy and entertainment that was experienced as well as the pain and regret sown back then and some even still living inside me today.
After all that. You feel a change of heart.
Feeling that things right now aren't as smooth and that the mistakes made the last time actually seem perfect.
Ridiculous but true.
But then when you think about it again, and it tells you to enjoy what you are and what you have now then look back at it in the future and have the same feeling again.
Memories do come back. Especially with pictures, the little things that never mattered becomes something you miss dearly. Oh my.
As fast as you want things to come and go. There's no slingshot in life. You don't fast forward and you certainly don't live back what you did.
You do things, feel things, and you change with the times. What you never did, you now do. What you never want, you now desire. There was never a guarantee to begin with.
Look in the rear view mirror and you find that you've changed far, far more than you thought you had. As I realize this, I see that I can't be secure and sure that change will not come to the things I believe so surely will not change.
Seventeen. I've gone quite far.
Yet there's more to go. Life's a journey. And a damned long one.
The Calm.
The calm.
At this moment I'm feeling quite relaxed and chill even as the exam draws closer. It's a very rare and relieving time of month and I believe it's because I have you. We tend to question why unfortunate things happen to us all the time, yet we don't appreciate the things that bring us joy. And she is one of them. <3
See, the class I'm in is a mix of sorts. We're always on the high and we laugh at situations that are serious. I used to view this as something negative because we laugh at how the teachers scold us when they've actually put so much effort in teaching us. Even more so than other classes. But right now I kinda see the different side of everything. Unlike other people who stress out on the little things, we live life. Sounds slightly absurd for some, but it's true. We appreciate even the instances where we're in hell holes and deep trouble (Threats to see the principle and getting suspended or sacked outta school). We see, hear, and get involved in things other peeps just miss and ignore. I see the students in the “smarter” classes and it felt like they were robots following instructions to the letter. Comparing ourselves to them, I find that it brings some meaning to how we live it through the days. But of course, the big exam is another matter. =']
Less than four months left to the day we sit for SPM. The strongest reason why we go to school everyday of this year. There's so much left to catch on, and now I'm putting my time in for reading and revision. It's hard to shut off my dancing desires, but I'm more conscious about my immediate future now. Hoorah. There's one thing I'd like to congratulate the principle and whoever it is that's responsible for though, and that's for the motivation pro gramme that took place two days ago. Usually the school would hire this talker to organize a motivation thing every year. He's the serious type. So successful in life it's like he's never had a good laugh. Course, his story's inspiring. But to hell with the way he tries to give us motivation in our studies. Seriously, he could blow some neurons in that head of his. But THANKFULLY this time they've taken a different approach by having a different guy handle the motivational speech. The exact opposite of the “disguised demon” hired every year. He DOESN'T teach us a single way or technique to study, nor does he command us to close our eyes for fifteen minutes and imagine our future being beautiful. He just tells us how it's been for him during his younger days, the people who've changed him and made him set a goal in life, and how we might want to be hard-working peeps that don't give up in any situation. All in colorful sentences. Just that was enough to have a big impact on the students listening (and stay awake). The previous dude was just a brainwashing, egocentric, military-like commander. Useless in every way. And for his disappearing existence, I fully thank the teachers involved in bringing in the new guy because he's given me more motivation in taking on the SPM examinations better prepared.
Something else my friends def know bout me is regarding the privilege of riding on four wheels. YES. I want my very own driving license. It's this kind of thing I don't just want but need. Please kick me in the head because my parents are torturing me just by having my request fall on deaf ears (or at least that's how ya'll really make me feel). I know it'll be cliché saying it pains me in the heart to see the majority of my friends having licenses and/or parked cars outside the school compound. But the pain is just something I simply cannot explain. So please, kick me in the head once more. Mum and Dad, if you see this, I must tell you here that I am deeply, deeply disappointed in God knows what. Sigh.
Now for the happy parts of life- I might've just tore the cartilage in my right wrist. Sarcastic isn't it? But no. Ridiculous as it may be, I hope that this injury will be my ticket out of being sent for National Service (an indefinitely annoying thing run by the government for teenagers like me). I will spend three solitary months away from my warm fuzzy feelings of the environment I'm used to and time together will never be enough with her. Not to mention I'm to be cut semi-bald and my phone (if I get another one to replace the one I broke) will be confiscated and only given to me at the end of every week (communication effed). Did I HAVE to be chosen. Sigh. Again.
I'm hungry and I will eat. But before I end this, Shuffling is dead. =P
.:Gray:. ~ “Klak Klak Klak.”
At this moment I'm feeling quite relaxed and chill even as the exam draws closer. It's a very rare and relieving time of month and I believe it's because I have you. We tend to question why unfortunate things happen to us all the time, yet we don't appreciate the things that bring us joy. And she is one of them. <3
See, the class I'm in is a mix of sorts. We're always on the high and we laugh at situations that are serious. I used to view this as something negative because we laugh at how the teachers scold us when they've actually put so much effort in teaching us. Even more so than other classes. But right now I kinda see the different side of everything. Unlike other people who stress out on the little things, we live life. Sounds slightly absurd for some, but it's true. We appreciate even the instances where we're in hell holes and deep trouble (Threats to see the principle and getting suspended or sacked outta school). We see, hear, and get involved in things other peeps just miss and ignore. I see the students in the “smarter” classes and it felt like they were robots following instructions to the letter. Comparing ourselves to them, I find that it brings some meaning to how we live it through the days. But of course, the big exam is another matter. =']
Less than four months left to the day we sit for SPM. The strongest reason why we go to school everyday of this year. There's so much left to catch on, and now I'm putting my time in for reading and revision. It's hard to shut off my dancing desires, but I'm more conscious about my immediate future now. Hoorah. There's one thing I'd like to congratulate the principle and whoever it is that's responsible for though, and that's for the motivation pro gramme that took place two days ago. Usually the school would hire this talker to organize a motivation thing every year. He's the serious type. So successful in life it's like he's never had a good laugh. Course, his story's inspiring. But to hell with the way he tries to give us motivation in our studies. Seriously, he could blow some neurons in that head of his. But THANKFULLY this time they've taken a different approach by having a different guy handle the motivational speech. The exact opposite of the “disguised demon” hired every year. He DOESN'T teach us a single way or technique to study, nor does he command us to close our eyes for fifteen minutes and imagine our future being beautiful. He just tells us how it's been for him during his younger days, the people who've changed him and made him set a goal in life, and how we might want to be hard-working peeps that don't give up in any situation. All in colorful sentences. Just that was enough to have a big impact on the students listening (and stay awake). The previous dude was just a brainwashing, egocentric, military-like commander. Useless in every way. And for his disappearing existence, I fully thank the teachers involved in bringing in the new guy because he's given me more motivation in taking on the SPM examinations better prepared.
Something else my friends def know bout me is regarding the privilege of riding on four wheels. YES. I want my very own driving license. It's this kind of thing I don't just want but need. Please kick me in the head because my parents are torturing me just by having my request fall on deaf ears (or at least that's how ya'll really make me feel). I know it'll be cliché saying it pains me in the heart to see the majority of my friends having licenses and/or parked cars outside the school compound. But the pain is just something I simply cannot explain. So please, kick me in the head once more. Mum and Dad, if you see this, I must tell you here that I am deeply, deeply disappointed in God knows what. Sigh.
Now for the happy parts of life- I might've just tore the cartilage in my right wrist. Sarcastic isn't it? But no. Ridiculous as it may be, I hope that this injury will be my ticket out of being sent for National Service (an indefinitely annoying thing run by the government for teenagers like me). I will spend three solitary months away from my warm fuzzy feelings of the environment I'm used to and time together will never be enough with her. Not to mention I'm to be cut semi-bald and my phone (if I get another one to replace the one I broke) will be confiscated and only given to me at the end of every week (communication effed). Did I HAVE to be chosen. Sigh. Again.
I'm hungry and I will eat. But before I end this, Shuffling is dead. =P
.:Gray:. ~ “Klak Klak Klak.”
Friday, July 16, 2010
Just seventeen. Just.
I don't know how to start this after being gone from writing for so long. So soo much things have happened ever since my last post. It's almost insane just thinking about it. But for once, I think this space deserves some fresh words.
First off, Anyone else would write about where they stand now than all the things they've heard, seen and felt. But my post will be different because I want to give you the progress I've made in the months I've been silent. Some things may very well be best kept to ourselves, but sometimes it's also best they are heard.
Now, dancing crews are the type people may observe less of other than the performance itself. But the way members interact and decide are what interests me the most. Just recently I've been involved in the birth of a new crew named Fawesome. They mirror the way my crew (Silent Motion Crew) had been during the first year of progress. They show passion in what they do and some are willing to fight for it. Education may be prioritized before everything else, but just like us, they take serious time out for doing what they love. Because of this, they've touched me with their reason to dance and I've taken my own time in helping them build a crew that I hope can be well rounded.
Finding a group of people who can really take time out of their schedule to dance (regularly) is not as easy as most may think. It takes strong interest and commitment all while never giving up. When I came to know these people from KKHS, I wanted to help them become dancers who can take the stage and continue doing so independently. Watching them dance the first time returned the feeling of what I had almost two years ago. And with no one to help them advance, I feel that it's a waste to let them freestyle for every free time they have. Because that won't bring them anywhere. Not even the school's stage.
It has it's own share of fight though. Ever since it's start, Fawesome crew has been under pressure and it's members' discipline has caused time to be wasted and routines to be imperfect. But as far as I'm concerned, things are getting better. So I wish that these improvements can be kept not for me, but for the crew's “survival”.
Like any other dance crew, there'll be more sh*tstorms to come. We can be enjoying the sunlight now but sooner or later, if we aren't prepared to realize our flaws and weaknesses, there'll be nothing of this crew worth holding on to.
It's amazing how much I've missed. The friends I have in youth, my ability to keep “clean”, and the level of kindness I had. Jibberish, maybe. But it's hard to express through words without making myself look like a fool. Time has been both my enemy and friend. It's changed me for the better and also for the worse. Ridiculous. But I'm going to cope with everything I have now. I won't let it go this easily.
Ever since my last post, indeed many MANY things have happened. From my personal life to the life of others that affect me, things have both gone wrong and right. There's been so much that I can't even begin to start my story well, so this is to all the significant things.
About a few weeks ago, during some festive/school holiday, I attended a youth camp organized by my church. It was both exciting and sad, since it reminded me how much I loved going to church or attending the usual youth services. I had made so much connections with the people there but now they're merely friends I say “Hi” to or get into random conversations with. Missed them much.
During one of the sessions in said camp, a subject was brought up to discuss about “The Apocalypse”, known in the bible as the day where everything ends. On that day, everything we've saved for and progress through to gain material things will come out pointless. The day where friends turn against each other, countries wage war both near and far, and where nature itself becomes a multiple of destructive force. In skin we WILL perish, but as for our souls, the path to either heaven or hell will be determined by how we lead our life according to God. The signs that tell about the coming of that day are clearly stated in the bible, and during the session, it was told to us that the actual signs aren't that far apart from what is happening right now in the present.
After hearing the things mentioned, it struck me that life really is short. Dying of old age is all sweet and fine, but somehow I don't think that's going to be for me. It's time to make good of what we do and what we are now to be saved.
I still love sunsets and lively scenes, but as I've said, I've lost so much by gaining. Knowing so much more about life and things that go on around has made me a prisoner to myself. Hard to explain exactly what I mean, but I guess a few could catch my words. Very few.
Since I've started looking at the bigger picture, it does seem that older peeps are right. Relationships can be gained much easier than actually keeping it. Which tells me it's only wise to start something if you've really the heart for someone. And I do now.
A few months left till I'm free from my damned chains of trying to aim for academic success. I don't have much care for it. But it's what you reach for to be able to “live” life.
So much planning has gone into the freedom to come, but I guess I should really try to study for now. It is, after all, the reason we go to school. Argh. So depressing.. I'll catch up with ya'll for a more joyful post.
"Maybe it's true, that I can't live without you"
Friday, April 16, 2010
How the days have been.
It's been a very eventful month this time round. Many things have gone on. Some are nice and some aren't. Shall I continue?
For one, our school's handball team is anxious for blood. We've been training over two months now for the competition which will soon be on just next week. There's been a lot of work put into the training and we're here to win. Major arguments, disagreements, player's failure to commit themselves fully, and problems with injuries and hostility. These have all rained down on us and yet we persevere through it. Hopefully it won't end in disgust because each of us here in the team are as hyped as we'll ever be. But the way I see it, we're doing pretty well now. Our defense has seen significant improvement, our attacking and passing techniques has grown strong and even the players themselves have progressed well in their own ways. I'm becoming more and more confident with our performance as each day passes. And it's a beautiful thing.
Just a few days ago, we had a friendly match with Likas Technical middle school. They showed negative sportsmanship and were abusive with words. But nevertheless, the highlight of the show was the game itself. Through observation you'd see our team doesn't have all the fast, agile and high stamina players that they were jammed with and so we lost mainly because of those traits. But even though we lost, it wasn't bad considering we were only one point behind theirs. After several sessions of training to fix our flaws, I'd say we can take them on. Hooah.
Just today, a friend of mine had lost his phone. Apparently it was stolen by some kid from Shan Tao school which came over to our school for a football friendly. There was quite a scene just outside our school from what had happened but luckily it was nothing serious. Though he was let off because we lacked evidence or witnesses to give him any "lecturing", we still believe he hid the phone with some of his other schoolmates. But the fault is still with the cell phone owner. If he hadn't brought it to school, it wouldn't have been stolen. I call that solved.
Recently I've had a new ambition. One that I'm more sure of then the one my mother suggested for me: Mass Communication. And that ambition of mine is to be a pilot. See, this country's encouraging more local people to become pilots because our airliners are mostly run by foreign ones which the government has to invest more money in. This presents a fantastic opportunity for me because the government is willing to financially support my studies for piloting should my ambition become real. But the best part comes as the study is more of a practical type than just reading books- right up my alley. I ain't some guy who loves sitting in an office just writing and reading. Imagine if I had to do that as part of my job for over 30 years. I would so totally drive off a cliff or choose life and be a hobo (homeless dude).
There are actually lots to tell about, but I'm getting sleepy from the training just this afternoon. I'll have to end here my peeps. God bless. (:
"Nathalie, I miss you!"
For one, our school's handball team is anxious for blood. We've been training over two months now for the competition which will soon be on just next week. There's been a lot of work put into the training and we're here to win. Major arguments, disagreements, player's failure to commit themselves fully, and problems with injuries and hostility. These have all rained down on us and yet we persevere through it. Hopefully it won't end in disgust because each of us here in the team are as hyped as we'll ever be. But the way I see it, we're doing pretty well now. Our defense has seen significant improvement, our attacking and passing techniques has grown strong and even the players themselves have progressed well in their own ways. I'm becoming more and more confident with our performance as each day passes. And it's a beautiful thing.
Just a few days ago, we had a friendly match with Likas Technical middle school. They showed negative sportsmanship and were abusive with words. But nevertheless, the highlight of the show was the game itself. Through observation you'd see our team doesn't have all the fast, agile and high stamina players that they were jammed with and so we lost mainly because of those traits. But even though we lost, it wasn't bad considering we were only one point behind theirs. After several sessions of training to fix our flaws, I'd say we can take them on. Hooah.
Just today, a friend of mine had lost his phone. Apparently it was stolen by some kid from Shan Tao school which came over to our school for a football friendly. There was quite a scene just outside our school from what had happened but luckily it was nothing serious. Though he was let off because we lacked evidence or witnesses to give him any "lecturing", we still believe he hid the phone with some of his other schoolmates. But the fault is still with the cell phone owner. If he hadn't brought it to school, it wouldn't have been stolen. I call that solved.
Recently I've had a new ambition. One that I'm more sure of then the one my mother suggested for me: Mass Communication. And that ambition of mine is to be a pilot. See, this country's encouraging more local people to become pilots because our airliners are mostly run by foreign ones which the government has to invest more money in. This presents a fantastic opportunity for me because the government is willing to financially support my studies for piloting should my ambition become real. But the best part comes as the study is more of a practical type than just reading books- right up my alley. I ain't some guy who loves sitting in an office just writing and reading. Imagine if I had to do that as part of my job for over 30 years. I would so totally drive off a cliff or choose life and be a hobo (homeless dude).
There are actually lots to tell about, but I'm getting sleepy from the training just this afternoon. I'll have to end here my peeps. God bless. (:
"Nathalie, I miss you!"
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Sorry...
I can't believe it's due time. I can't believe it was this fast, and I can't believe it's now. I've lost the time and today's the final time I may see you again. Did you know what hurt me so quietly? It was that I had let time slip us by time and time again yet you look up to me as a great friend. I would never forget those lines, Nathalie.
How stupid was I to only realize now? They say time is gold, and I say it should be stolen. You always reminded me when you were going to leave but somehow my mind always managed to push it to the back. Being so focused on my own losses that now, I would lose my time with you. Why had I done so? Forgetting about your company when you offered it and kept going on around my own circles of trouble? Now I regret, Nathalie, and I am so sorry.
I can't express how cold it is for me now. All I can look forward to is typing to you from miles away. But it would never beat the way we could've talked in person. Because then it would be priceless. Suddenly it feels like I'm the one waiting for hundreds of days for you and I can't shake it off my mind, the chances I should've taken to spend more time with you. We could've talked a long time had I desired it sooner, sharing topics and trading past experiences. But now I have to face it: You'll be starting anew.
No matter the regrets I have, I now see that I've gotta be happy for you and back you up a hundred percent. New Zealand, It's name kinda lives for you now, Nathalie. I've put it to you too many times now, nothing of yours will end here but as for everything else, it will begin there. Face it strongly. It's your time now. Your memories and experiences here will give you the strength and spirit to obliterate obstacles there. Remember that we are never free from hardships, big or small, but it's the way we react that determines how we can go around it.
I love you so much, and I don't ever want to see you troubled like you have before. Previously, few months back, you were quite delicate and fragile, always needing aid. But through my eyes, now you've grown so much more stronger and I am so proud of you. Now you are able to take on harder things on your own all while keeping both feet on the ground. Gotta love how you've come around. :)
I remember a while ago how you kept expressing how you felt that people here in Sabah won't remember you. Rawr they will! I'm sure you've seen the news of your leave affect your friends around you. No denial. Period.
Soon I can only use a keyboard to make you understand, with the exception of Skype, how special you are. More than that cute girl with a strong personality that with, or without make-up, is an angel. God be with you and guide you wherever you will be. I shall expect our continued communication and most importantly, our friendship. Be missing you most...
-Sincerely Yours
Love, Garry. From .:BabyLioN:. To .:BabyNaThie:.
How stupid was I to only realize now? They say time is gold, and I say it should be stolen. You always reminded me when you were going to leave but somehow my mind always managed to push it to the back. Being so focused on my own losses that now, I would lose my time with you. Why had I done so? Forgetting about your company when you offered it and kept going on around my own circles of trouble? Now I regret, Nathalie, and I am so sorry.
I can't express how cold it is for me now. All I can look forward to is typing to you from miles away. But it would never beat the way we could've talked in person. Because then it would be priceless. Suddenly it feels like I'm the one waiting for hundreds of days for you and I can't shake it off my mind, the chances I should've taken to spend more time with you. We could've talked a long time had I desired it sooner, sharing topics and trading past experiences. But now I have to face it: You'll be starting anew.
No matter the regrets I have, I now see that I've gotta be happy for you and back you up a hundred percent. New Zealand, It's name kinda lives for you now, Nathalie. I've put it to you too many times now, nothing of yours will end here but as for everything else, it will begin there. Face it strongly. It's your time now. Your memories and experiences here will give you the strength and spirit to obliterate obstacles there. Remember that we are never free from hardships, big or small, but it's the way we react that determines how we can go around it.
I love you so much, and I don't ever want to see you troubled like you have before. Previously, few months back, you were quite delicate and fragile, always needing aid. But through my eyes, now you've grown so much more stronger and I am so proud of you. Now you are able to take on harder things on your own all while keeping both feet on the ground. Gotta love how you've come around. :)
I remember a while ago how you kept expressing how you felt that people here in Sabah won't remember you. Rawr they will! I'm sure you've seen the news of your leave affect your friends around you. No denial. Period.
Soon I can only use a keyboard to make you understand, with the exception of Skype, how special you are. More than that cute girl with a strong personality that with, or without make-up, is an angel. God be with you and guide you wherever you will be. I shall expect our continued communication and most importantly, our friendship. Be missing you most...
-Sincerely Yours
Love, Garry. From .:BabyLioN:. To .:BabyNaThie:.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Clearing my mind...& yours.
I want to be free.
Of all the thoughts that plague my mind. Bother me. And put me in a state of depression. Once upon a time I saw to smoking or doing crazies a way to let of the steam. But it's far from the ACTUAL solution. Let's face it. Most peeps around the globe do these things, also how the "Emo" word originated. The first time that trend came into existence, a picture of a loner, a person who regularly hurts himself/herself comes to mind. Well that's just sick. People, don't get satisfaction or healing from cutting wrists or drinking heavy liquor to the point you can't walk a straight line (which I have done so myself before). So to all the peeps out there in a position that never seems to make you feel pleasant or light on the shoulders, please, go have some proper fun. A vacation. Dancing. Anything that makes you feel good and doesn't bring harm. Someone loves you.
-This post was motivated by anger seeing people screw themselves. So wrong.
Of all the thoughts that plague my mind. Bother me. And put me in a state of depression. Once upon a time I saw to smoking or doing crazies a way to let of the steam. But it's far from the ACTUAL solution. Let's face it. Most peeps around the globe do these things, also how the "Emo" word originated. The first time that trend came into existence, a picture of a loner, a person who regularly hurts himself/herself comes to mind. Well that's just sick. People, don't get satisfaction or healing from cutting wrists or drinking heavy liquor to the point you can't walk a straight line (which I have done so myself before). So to all the peeps out there in a position that never seems to make you feel pleasant or light on the shoulders, please, go have some proper fun. A vacation. Dancing. Anything that makes you feel good and doesn't bring harm. Someone loves you.
-This post was motivated by anger seeing people screw themselves. So wrong.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Another shoutout...
A few months now, since I've voiced out much to anyone anytime. Let's do this.
Right now I'm still very much involved in sports. It just simply runs in my blood to move more than anyone.. I get sunburns all the time (and yes, I'm black, thank you for asking) staying out of class doing volleyball, something I've long enjoyed since last year. My studies, though uber important, considering this year's my last, has been severely neglected of late. If I keep going on like this, soon I'll be screwed. And I'll regret it.
I've so much on my mind I don't know where to start. My thoughts always scribbled on any paper I can find. Maybe I should have taken arts stream. Dayum. Even 'the making of' this post is filled with silly typos and wrong words because I can't think straight. Anyways, thinking straight hasn't been the best thing I do since what happened recently. Now shall I enlighten ya'll?
Just this year, I got involved with a girl. A beautiful girl capable of being rough, is slightly egocentric if not completely, and is unconsciously narcissistic yet entirely loved by me. An athletic person not afraid of the scorching sun, intelligent, and independent. Someone of her standards, I thought, would be impossible to get with. But there I was, few weeks ago, Walking hand in hand with her. There was also the kiss.
Just days later into the relationship and we hit our obstacles. Natural for people who love people. But a week plus more, we decided that we'd stop. I write like an idiot now, but I was and still am, scarred from what had happened. The details of how and why it went down wouldn't be explained here, but it had left me with a small fear of getting involved in relationships this early (Age:17 - It's still early, no denial please). The way I see it, I clearly shouldn't have got into what I got into. But it's happened, no regrets now.
Now I spend time with her everyday as a friend, still unable to get the thought out of my head that I like her. Reading messages from when we were closer is one of the worst ways of self-torture. I just can't delete them, not yet. Now please, don't think I'm insane. Even though I clearly am.
So there. I've spoken what had bothered me most. Still I find that it isn't relieving. I haven't been speaking to God for a long time. Somehow I don't feel that I'm worth to even talk to him. Having done all the wrong things in such a short time. It's time to change. I'll confess a few things now: I smoke and my personality's changed for the worst. Not that I smoke regularly, but just the fact that I had my lips touch the tip of that stick is bad enough. The last one being a long ass Sumatran cigar.
Beautiful thing is, now I've stopped. That consciousness about what is wrong even though people around you treat it like is right has come on me. Should've come earlier.
Other than that, my "better" side has turned into something more rebellious and hostile. Especially to people who've treated me wrongly. I suddenly have this part of me that desires and even enjoys fighting. Thank God, I haven't. This bad persona has got to go. But it'll need time to leave.
It's getting late, I'm getting tired. Gonna turn in now. (: Finally I've managed to fit in some time along with bad internet connections to write again. Great success.
Love~ Have care. :]
Right now I'm still very much involved in sports. It just simply runs in my blood to move more than anyone.. I get sunburns all the time (and yes, I'm black, thank you for asking) staying out of class doing volleyball, something I've long enjoyed since last year. My studies, though uber important, considering this year's my last, has been severely neglected of late. If I keep going on like this, soon I'll be screwed. And I'll regret it.
I've so much on my mind I don't know where to start. My thoughts always scribbled on any paper I can find. Maybe I should have taken arts stream. Dayum. Even 'the making of' this post is filled with silly typos and wrong words because I can't think straight. Anyways, thinking straight hasn't been the best thing I do since what happened recently. Now shall I enlighten ya'll?
Just this year, I got involved with a girl. A beautiful girl capable of being rough, is slightly egocentric if not completely, and is unconsciously narcissistic yet entirely loved by me. An athletic person not afraid of the scorching sun, intelligent, and independent. Someone of her standards, I thought, would be impossible to get with. But there I was, few weeks ago, Walking hand in hand with her. There was also the kiss.
Just days later into the relationship and we hit our obstacles. Natural for people who love people. But a week plus more, we decided that we'd stop. I write like an idiot now, but I was and still am, scarred from what had happened. The details of how and why it went down wouldn't be explained here, but it had left me with a small fear of getting involved in relationships this early (Age:17 - It's still early, no denial please). The way I see it, I clearly shouldn't have got into what I got into. But it's happened, no regrets now.
Now I spend time with her everyday as a friend, still unable to get the thought out of my head that I like her. Reading messages from when we were closer is one of the worst ways of self-torture. I just can't delete them, not yet. Now please, don't think I'm insane. Even though I clearly am.
So there. I've spoken what had bothered me most. Still I find that it isn't relieving. I haven't been speaking to God for a long time. Somehow I don't feel that I'm worth to even talk to him. Having done all the wrong things in such a short time. It's time to change. I'll confess a few things now: I smoke and my personality's changed for the worst. Not that I smoke regularly, but just the fact that I had my lips touch the tip of that stick is bad enough. The last one being a long ass Sumatran cigar.
Beautiful thing is, now I've stopped. That consciousness about what is wrong even though people around you treat it like is right has come on me. Should've come earlier.
Other than that, my "better" side has turned into something more rebellious and hostile. Especially to people who've treated me wrongly. I suddenly have this part of me that desires and even enjoys fighting. Thank God, I haven't. This bad persona has got to go. But it'll need time to leave.
It's getting late, I'm getting tired. Gonna turn in now. (: Finally I've managed to fit in some time along with bad internet connections to write again. Great success.
Love~ Have care. :]
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Early year recap...
I don't know how everyone else's year has gone so far but I hope all is well and as smooth as it can be. =)
My year however, is simply plain normal. The way I see it at least. I'm writing now in the month of Feb but I'll be giving out this post to compensate for the time I've been missing out in the month of January too. And peeps... for one that I haven't been writing as usual is because my internet got cut off (the modem is of no use now). Awesome.
Form 5. Final year. And also and also a time where the economics of our "great" country get effed up beyond recognition. Meaning that some of us (especially me) will experience the feeling of not getting what we want... I meant need. Both. Whateva. Either way ...academics, studies, and class performance is crucial this year. Since it may OR may NOT make our future shine. Kids, it's time to realize that what I'm writing ain't parent talk, but crap in reality. To be honest, I started this year just as most of us did. Confident and ever determined. But as the days pass, temptation to do something I'm fully passionate about is starting to creep under my skin! Dance dance dance~ And with friends constantly asking if I will be performing this year, I see it impossible to keep the dancing desire outta my mind. Yet instead of dancing, I'm overly involved with scout marching, athlete's training, and handball. Again. So it's not surprising I spend 80% of my time outdoors and away from books and pencils. Then again, thank God this time I seem more capable of splitting time for both outdoors and in-class subjects. I've even taken up tuition for maths and bahasa Melania when some of my friends think it unbelievable that I would. Great improvement in life!!! Teehee!
Remember when I had said in a previous time that I was worried about being placed in that Gawd-awful class? Well I'm in there now, and it ain't as bad as I thought it would be. I've grown to like the people around me over the course of one month. They're friendly, "helpful", and supportive in some respects. helpful being you-get-what-I-mean. Though it may still be true that they are misguiding at times, influencing you not to do your homework and skip classes chilling out on canteen benches, all I really got to do is keep my eye on the ball and I'll do just fine. Sadly, you can observe that some of them won't turn up well by the end of the year. Getting into trouble, not listening AT ALL in class, and sleeping like you'll believe humans CAN hibernate just slowly eats away at them. The teachers themselves being one of the reasons that'll guarantee the classes' failure in exams. Names ain't nice, so I'll just tell you MATH, PSK, BM and PM are taught in the worst of ways. The worst of the worsts being Math and BM. I tell you ah... our math teacher happens to be in charge of the athletes training program and involved in everything outdoors. And since sports is also what makes a school's name reputable (don't you know), the teacher would inevitably spend his life out of classes. So far... he's only taught us the first *&^%$@ chapter and it's already February. Facts:
1. He's only been in our class once before. The first time not counted because he wasn't teaching.
2. I wonder how he got QUALIFIED to teach math when everyone can't UNDERSTAND the things TAUGHT.
3. Other classes have already reached CHAPTER FOUR.
4. He ain't even reached the end of the first chapter!!!
These are the first four reasons that make me feel that my absence in class did not affect my academics... BECAUSE IF I DID ATTEND THE CLASSES, I WOULD WALK OUT THE SAME AS I DIDN'T ATTEND IT! That, my fellow friends, is useless. Still, I'm having private math tuition one on one with my own personal tutor. And I am extremely grateful to the point words cannot express. All I want to say about the BM teacher, is that she comes in, gives us a title to write a 200-350 word essay on, and asks that we pass it up. Hallelujah should I HAPPEN to learn anything from it.
Now for the less stressful parts. I was recently chosen for the handball team representing my school. Gay, but yes, it's fun, thank you for asking. :P Handball, should any of you know what it is, is a sport just like that of soccer, but with the use of hands and fouls for feet (soccer the other way round lool). It's fun and requires much arm strength... which is just the sport for a Bboy!!! :DDD
Unfortunately now I'm dark. So much so that when I sat together with my Malay friends and called out to a another friend of mine, she tried so hard to look around and find me when I was just in front of her. Since her mind remembers me as a person fairer than what I am now. Gah. Anyway, I'm sleepy so I'll end this right here. May God bless your lives.
Much love~
[Apologies should there be any typos. I hadn't much time to write]
My year however, is simply plain normal. The way I see it at least. I'm writing now in the month of Feb but I'll be giving out this post to compensate for the time I've been missing out in the month of January too. And peeps... for one that I haven't been writing as usual is because my internet got cut off (the modem is of no use now). Awesome.
Form 5. Final year. And also and also a time where the economics of our "great" country get effed up beyond recognition. Meaning that some of us (especially me) will experience the feeling of not getting what we want... I meant need. Both. Whateva. Either way ...academics, studies, and class performance is crucial this year. Since it may OR may NOT make our future shine. Kids, it's time to realize that what I'm writing ain't parent talk, but crap in reality. To be honest, I started this year just as most of us did. Confident and ever determined. But as the days pass, temptation to do something I'm fully passionate about is starting to creep under my skin! Dance dance dance~ And with friends constantly asking if I will be performing this year, I see it impossible to keep the dancing desire outta my mind. Yet instead of dancing, I'm overly involved with scout marching, athlete's training, and handball. Again. So it's not surprising I spend 80% of my time outdoors and away from books and pencils. Then again, thank God this time I seem more capable of splitting time for both outdoors and in-class subjects. I've even taken up tuition for maths and bahasa Melania when some of my friends think it unbelievable that I would. Great improvement in life!!! Teehee!
Remember when I had said in a previous time that I was worried about being placed in that Gawd-awful class? Well I'm in there now, and it ain't as bad as I thought it would be. I've grown to like the people around me over the course of one month. They're friendly, "helpful", and supportive in some respects. helpful being you-get-what-I-mean. Though it may still be true that they are misguiding at times, influencing you not to do your homework and skip classes chilling out on canteen benches, all I really got to do is keep my eye on the ball and I'll do just fine. Sadly, you can observe that some of them won't turn up well by the end of the year. Getting into trouble, not listening AT ALL in class, and sleeping like you'll believe humans CAN hibernate just slowly eats away at them. The teachers themselves being one of the reasons that'll guarantee the classes' failure in exams. Names ain't nice, so I'll just tell you MATH, PSK, BM and PM are taught in the worst of ways. The worst of the worsts being Math and BM. I tell you ah... our math teacher happens to be in charge of the athletes training program and involved in everything outdoors. And since sports is also what makes a school's name reputable (don't you know), the teacher would inevitably spend his life out of classes. So far... he's only taught us the first *&^%$@ chapter and it's already February. Facts:
1. He's only been in our class once before. The first time not counted because he wasn't teaching.
2. I wonder how he got QUALIFIED to teach math when everyone can't UNDERSTAND the things TAUGHT.
3. Other classes have already reached CHAPTER FOUR.
4. He ain't even reached the end of the first chapter!!!
These are the first four reasons that make me feel that my absence in class did not affect my academics... BECAUSE IF I DID ATTEND THE CLASSES, I WOULD WALK OUT THE SAME AS I DIDN'T ATTEND IT! That, my fellow friends, is useless. Still, I'm having private math tuition one on one with my own personal tutor. And I am extremely grateful to the point words cannot express. All I want to say about the BM teacher, is that she comes in, gives us a title to write a 200-350 word essay on, and asks that we pass it up. Hallelujah should I HAPPEN to learn anything from it.
Now for the less stressful parts. I was recently chosen for the handball team representing my school. Gay, but yes, it's fun, thank you for asking. :P Handball, should any of you know what it is, is a sport just like that of soccer, but with the use of hands and fouls for feet (soccer the other way round lool). It's fun and requires much arm strength... which is just the sport for a Bboy!!! :DDD
Unfortunately now I'm dark. So much so that when I sat together with my Malay friends and called out to a another friend of mine, she tried so hard to look around and find me when I was just in front of her. Since her mind remembers me as a person fairer than what I am now. Gah. Anyway, I'm sleepy so I'll end this right here. May God bless your lives.
Much love~
[Apologies should there be any typos. I hadn't much time to write]
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Lots have passed...
This blog is ancient, no kidding.
It's been the longest time since I've written. It's just that I've gotten so much things to do, so many events to look forward to. But life seems to get more and more interesting each and every single day. For me, at least. Hope it is the same to you peeps too. =)
So the last thing I remember about, that pushes me to write is the last few remaining days before the hols came. Which was about more than about two weeks ago. I've written about happenings on a few occasions to update this blog O' mine but situations always seem to make me save it as drafts. Lil' buggers. So, before the days of freedom, I rarely spent time in class and well... so were the rest my friends. In fact, they didn't even attend school, let alone the classes. Seriously though, who would want to go to school when there's nothing more to learn, ALL our text books were returned and the final exam was done with?! Either way, eighty plus percent of the time I was cruisin' the school. Our school's more "elite" athletes have mostly left or switched to other schools and so the principal is freaking out. He's pulled out all the stops and allowed us students that were involved in previous sports events to start intensive training. AT THE END OF THE YEAR. Including those who "simply" have interest. By having interest I don't mean that we want to train for sports but rather use the time and excuse to skip classes (There are no more subjects to be taught by teachers, mind you) =). And when sports training got boring, I moved over to take place as the volleyball coach for our school's Volleyball competition which puts classes against classes.
It WASN'T FUN.
Sure, I love volleyball. But having teams hating each other because they were unsatisfied about the score and having my skin scorched down to a colour tone unimaginable by most individuals of society just ain't cool.
No Kidding. The burn didn't feel good only until after two weeks.
But just after that on the 10th of November, our dance crew, SMC (Silent Motion Crew), participated in a showcase performance that took place in Tshung Tsin High School. Invited by Joie Lim (Tatjana) -heehee.. she dislikes that name-, we started practice with only about ten days left before the show. We were to showcase a performance during their talent show, officially named "Tshung Tsin Star". When I was first told about the number of students attending the event, Which was 2000 people, I was hyped. Because our crew just started officially making a name, I thought that it would be a good idea for us to join and get reputation to give our crew some momentum in the dancing scene. Sabah's not new to Hip-Hop, but people certainly just started keeping their heads up for it.
The following days spent training would just be too much to write on, but it was fun and went (quite) smooth considering we got the whole dance routine done when we all thought we couldn't make it. Just a day before the event, our crew, Which consisted of Steve (Aarons Johnsons Charlotte), Kamal (XYZ), Ricky Chung (Bboy Ricky), Our newest official member Adew (Mahathir), Joie herself, Joyce Foo, Xiao Wei, and myself Garry Singa (.:BabyLioN:.). Muahahaha... went directly to the venue to rehearse.
However, our practice on the actual stage one day before said event wasn't beautiful. It was everything I hope that it wasn't. hahaha.. Yeah, I might be laughing now thinking back, But at the time it was stressful and put some of us in a less confident mood. Even the other crew we had planned of being more superior than, felt we were a messy bunch of moving rag dolls on stage.
We went off the stage disappointed, and given thirty spare minutes to practice before rehearsing again one final time. At that moment, there was no other time that had made me so lively and encouraged to complete the *&%#$@! thing. I wasn't happy, but I was confident we could pull it off. And we did!! The second time we set foot on stage, all the others watching were visibly shocked. The time we had took was just thirty minutes, and now we were recovering from the previous crappy rehearse. much improved, we were uber excited and prepared for the next day.
Date: 10th of November. A.K.A. Show time.
This day was actually a school day, we were required to go school but had chosen to dance instead (Skipping school). Whoots much. I got on my usual school bus ride and asked to be dropped off near our dance studio. From the drop-off, I walked over and met up with Bboy Ricky. It was just 6.15A.M. People. Right after that, both me, him and Kamal sat down in a restaurant and ate till we got back up to the studio. The guys then all arrived and we started warming up and practicing. The gig was to take place at around 10A.M. and we made sure every move and every routine was part of us. That's where the call came from Joie, who was already in Tshung Tsin, saying it's on. We were all like FTW and got our butts to move INSTANTANEOUSLY on location.
We finally reached like... 10 minutes later, since our studio was situated in the Damai area and our driver was fast. xD When we got there, the crew and I were uber pumped. Especially Adew and I. It's understandable that he's nervous because it's his first ever performance on stage, and possibly the crew's biggest event yet. But I've been in this scene for quite some time, I've spent enough exp on stage... yet every time the stage is in view, I just lose it. Nervous, scared, fearful, and adrenaline pumped. I'm all these at that very moment.
Just 5 minutes our foots were off the car and on the ground and we're already expected to perform. It was insane. Just writing about it gives exciting less-than-dramatic flashbacks. But all in all, the feeling behind the curtains on stage... translates into epic hype. Gave a few hugs, received some, and the announcement comes on: ********** Chinese language********* Chinese language********* SMC!!!
The automated motors activate the rise of the curtains and the crowd gives it a cheer. Equation? Priceless.
I could recall how all of us moved. Mostly in sync while the crowd fuels us with confidence. We always said: "Smile when you dance", but when things like that just flow with the beats, and the crowd connects, you won't have to force a smile, It comes on naturally.
After that we got off the center and retreated to the sides at the end of our song. What you feel after that is satisfaction. Satisfied about all the efforts and all the time spent on this passion in dancing. There could never have been something as this felt other than love. Only few experience the thrill on stage as the audience gives you support. I wonder if it's that feeling that got me going so far with dancing. But I'm sure after that, Adew, being fresh and all in this will surely bring on his talent to the stage when chance comes. As a member of Silent Motion Crew (forgive the cheesay name), I'm proud to have had Adew with us. Brings more life into the crew. =)
And you could say that was the most "happening" event of the day and the days that follow. Memories time!!! Here's some of the crew's pics, courtesy of Izzat, our good friend and photographer.
Beautiful Sky Shot. From Left to right: Ricky, Adew, Kamal, Steve, and Me.
Shot taken at one of the posts in TTSS.
It's been the longest time since I've written. It's just that I've gotten so much things to do, so many events to look forward to. But life seems to get more and more interesting each and every single day. For me, at least. Hope it is the same to you peeps too. =)
So the last thing I remember about, that pushes me to write is the last few remaining days before the hols came. Which was about more than about two weeks ago. I've written about happenings on a few occasions to update this blog O' mine but situations always seem to make me save it as drafts. Lil' buggers. So, before the days of freedom, I rarely spent time in class and well... so were the rest my friends. In fact, they didn't even attend school, let alone the classes. Seriously though, who would want to go to school when there's nothing more to learn, ALL our text books were returned and the final exam was done with?! Either way, eighty plus percent of the time I was cruisin' the school. Our school's more "elite" athletes have mostly left or switched to other schools and so the principal is freaking out. He's pulled out all the stops and allowed us students that were involved in previous sports events to start intensive training. AT THE END OF THE YEAR. Including those who "simply" have interest. By having interest I don't mean that we want to train for sports but rather use the time and excuse to skip classes (There are no more subjects to be taught by teachers, mind you) =). And when sports training got boring, I moved over to take place as the volleyball coach for our school's Volleyball competition which puts classes against classes.
It WASN'T FUN.
Sure, I love volleyball. But having teams hating each other because they were unsatisfied about the score and having my skin scorched down to a colour tone unimaginable by most individuals of society just ain't cool.
No Kidding. The burn didn't feel good only until after two weeks.
But just after that on the 10th of November, our dance crew, SMC (Silent Motion Crew), participated in a showcase performance that took place in Tshung Tsin High School. Invited by Joie Lim (Tatjana) -heehee.. she dislikes that name-, we started practice with only about ten days left before the show. We were to showcase a performance during their talent show, officially named "Tshung Tsin Star". When I was first told about the number of students attending the event, Which was 2000 people, I was hyped. Because our crew just started officially making a name, I thought that it would be a good idea for us to join and get reputation to give our crew some momentum in the dancing scene. Sabah's not new to Hip-Hop, but people certainly just started keeping their heads up for it.
The following days spent training would just be too much to write on, but it was fun and went (quite) smooth considering we got the whole dance routine done when we all thought we couldn't make it. Just a day before the event, our crew, Which consisted of Steve (Aarons Johnsons Charlotte), Kamal (XYZ), Ricky Chung (Bboy Ricky), Our newest official member Adew (Mahathir), Joie herself, Joyce Foo, Xiao Wei, and myself Garry Singa (.:BabyLioN:.). Muahahaha... went directly to the venue to rehearse.
However, our practice on the actual stage one day before said event wasn't beautiful. It was everything I hope that it wasn't. hahaha.. Yeah, I might be laughing now thinking back, But at the time it was stressful and put some of us in a less confident mood. Even the other crew we had planned of being more superior than, felt we were a messy bunch of moving rag dolls on stage.
We went off the stage disappointed, and given thirty spare minutes to practice before rehearsing again one final time. At that moment, there was no other time that had made me so lively and encouraged to complete the *&%#$@! thing. I wasn't happy, but I was confident we could pull it off. And we did!! The second time we set foot on stage, all the others watching were visibly shocked. The time we had took was just thirty minutes, and now we were recovering from the previous crappy rehearse. much improved, we were uber excited and prepared for the next day.
Date: 10th of November. A.K.A. Show time.
This day was actually a school day, we were required to go school but had chosen to dance instead (Skipping school). Whoots much. I got on my usual school bus ride and asked to be dropped off near our dance studio. From the drop-off, I walked over and met up with Bboy Ricky. It was just 6.15A.M. People. Right after that, both me, him and Kamal sat down in a restaurant and ate till we got back up to the studio. The guys then all arrived and we started warming up and practicing. The gig was to take place at around 10A.M. and we made sure every move and every routine was part of us. That's where the call came from Joie, who was already in Tshung Tsin, saying it's on. We were all like FTW and got our butts to move INSTANTANEOUSLY on location.
We finally reached like... 10 minutes later, since our studio was situated in the Damai area and our driver was fast. xD When we got there, the crew and I were uber pumped. Especially Adew and I. It's understandable that he's nervous because it's his first ever performance on stage, and possibly the crew's biggest event yet. But I've been in this scene for quite some time, I've spent enough exp on stage... yet every time the stage is in view, I just lose it. Nervous, scared, fearful, and adrenaline pumped. I'm all these at that very moment.
Just 5 minutes our foots were off the car and on the ground and we're already expected to perform. It was insane. Just writing about it gives exciting less-than-dramatic flashbacks. But all in all, the feeling behind the curtains on stage... translates into epic hype. Gave a few hugs, received some, and the announcement comes on: ********** Chinese language********* Chinese language********* SMC!!!
The automated motors activate the rise of the curtains and the crowd gives it a cheer. Equation? Priceless.
I could recall how all of us moved. Mostly in sync while the crowd fuels us with confidence. We always said: "Smile when you dance", but when things like that just flow with the beats, and the crowd connects, you won't have to force a smile, It comes on naturally.
After that we got off the center and retreated to the sides at the end of our song. What you feel after that is satisfaction. Satisfied about all the efforts and all the time spent on this passion in dancing. There could never have been something as this felt other than love. Only few experience the thrill on stage as the audience gives you support. I wonder if it's that feeling that got me going so far with dancing. But I'm sure after that, Adew, being fresh and all in this will surely bring on his talent to the stage when chance comes. As a member of Silent Motion Crew (forgive the cheesay name), I'm proud to have had Adew with us. Brings more life into the crew. =)
And you could say that was the most "happening" event of the day and the days that follow. Memories time!!! Here's some of the crew's pics, courtesy of Izzat, our good friend and photographer.
Beautiful Sky Shot. From Left to right: Ricky, Adew, Kamal, Steve, and Me.
Shot taken at one of the posts in TTSS.
So other than that most memorable experience with 2000 audiences and 8 crew members, other things were also at hand when I wasn't given time to update my blog.
Just after the hols, we students were required to return to school with our parents to check out and collect our overall results the year round. I obviously needed to stay in class more instead of going all out with sports and dancing to ensure my future exists. The most recent report both me and my mother checked was impressive. It showed how much I DEGRADED in my academics. I was hit strongly by how much of an epic failure I am. But the worst part was the class they were going to put me in. I was designated to be placed in 5sa3 next year, which is actually the worst class SMK Lok yuk has to offer. To fall from commerce to that class is unfortunate. I was moody the rest of the free day that time. Then there was the project I did not complete whereas everyone else has completed (Copied) theirs in class. Conclusion- The higher the percentage your not in class, the higher the percentage your going to get it screwed when registration comes. Because this isn't just some evil teacher's random assignment, but more of a registration requirement that needs to be completed for next year, I had to complete it. 4 Folio's and 8 Essays worth of work. It surely gave me some piece of hell having to sit my butt off doing it till the menstrual cycle happens within a male.
But. Those were merely yesterdays filled with grief. I've completed it last week. Now I'm a happy homo. And I've also appealed to the principal for a change of classes to polish my future to a mirror sheen. Trust me, when your in 5sa3 of SMK Lok Yuk Likas, you won't have the drive to study. Most, if not all the students in that class will believe destiny takes care of them and veer off the path of righteousness, declaring hatred against studyism and have complete ignorance on their academics. If I was to be seated there for the rest of year 2010, I'd be sufficiently screwed. So yea. I personally thank God for everything he has done for me. From the near miss of a barbed wire fence that knifed my eyebrow instead of my eye which had me going to the clinic for a patch up, having health insurance purchased before I incapacitated myself and was forced to take a surgery costing RM 10.000, almost getting hit by a speeding custom Toyota Vios in Lintas and missing by just milimeters, almost getting both my arms burned severely by boiling water at a young age, and not getting caught by the police for my acts during my foolish youth. God has always been with me throughout my life even when I spend the least amount of time focused on him. He has surely had an Arch Angel around me every moment of my life.
I am always reminded of you. This isn't just some childish feeling I harbor the years of my life. Less than soon we will separate, I hope it doesn't come to that. Until then I only have so much time, time to appreciate the strong friendship that has bonded through what remains of this ice box. My heart. I love you so much, both as a friend and partner. These words come from fear.
Just after the hols, we students were required to return to school with our parents to check out and collect our overall results the year round. I obviously needed to stay in class more instead of going all out with sports and dancing to ensure my future exists. The most recent report both me and my mother checked was impressive. It showed how much I DEGRADED in my academics. I was hit strongly by how much of an epic failure I am. But the worst part was the class they were going to put me in. I was designated to be placed in 5sa3 next year, which is actually the worst class SMK Lok yuk has to offer. To fall from commerce to that class is unfortunate. I was moody the rest of the free day that time. Then there was the project I did not complete whereas everyone else has completed (Copied) theirs in class. Conclusion- The higher the percentage your not in class, the higher the percentage your going to get it screwed when registration comes. Because this isn't just some evil teacher's random assignment, but more of a registration requirement that needs to be completed for next year, I had to complete it. 4 Folio's and 8 Essays worth of work. It surely gave me some piece of hell having to sit my butt off doing it till the menstrual cycle happens within a male.
But. Those were merely yesterdays filled with grief. I've completed it last week. Now I'm a happy homo. And I've also appealed to the principal for a change of classes to polish my future to a mirror sheen. Trust me, when your in 5sa3 of SMK Lok Yuk Likas, you won't have the drive to study. Most, if not all the students in that class will believe destiny takes care of them and veer off the path of righteousness, declaring hatred against studyism and have complete ignorance on their academics. If I was to be seated there for the rest of year 2010, I'd be sufficiently screwed. So yea. I personally thank God for everything he has done for me. From the near miss of a barbed wire fence that knifed my eyebrow instead of my eye which had me going to the clinic for a patch up, having health insurance purchased before I incapacitated myself and was forced to take a surgery costing RM 10.000, almost getting hit by a speeding custom Toyota Vios in Lintas and missing by just milimeters, almost getting both my arms burned severely by boiling water at a young age, and not getting caught by the police for my acts during my foolish youth. God has always been with me throughout my life even when I spend the least amount of time focused on him. He has surely had an Arch Angel around me every moment of my life.
I am always reminded of you. This isn't just some childish feeling I harbor the years of my life. Less than soon we will separate, I hope it doesn't come to that. Until then I only have so much time, time to appreciate the strong friendship that has bonded through what remains of this ice box. My heart. I love you so much, both as a friend and partner. These words come from fear.
Friday, October 23, 2009
The weather of my heart...
It's been a long time since I've written, and a lot has changed.
Exam's already long passed about two or three weeks back, and everyone's on a relaxing tour through the remaining weeks... Gotta say the year has run out quite fast, and I'm not satisfied. Not the least. There are just so many things to do, so many things to achieve this year because it's the time we're most free of academic stresses. Well... at least for me studying in the commerce class. Talking about that topic... I've heard that I might be moved to the arts stream... 5SA1.. next year. First time I got the news of that I was stunned. Not that it's a bad class and all... it's just that IF I was transferred there, it would be harder for me to focus on what's more important. And the longer I think about my most recent examination result... The more I am motivated to push harder with all the subjects and get credits for them. The results I had this time were very disappointing. Even for me. I've never been the one to care much about my numbers ever since I danced. Dancing literally took me away from everything. It's something I love to do most, and there is nothing out there that can make me feel the same. The thrill and the excitement that comes side by side with the beats of the bass, the sometimes unknown meaning of the song. I love it. But I love you more.
Days are getting darker, from where I am. I've slightly lost interest in life, and.. not to shock anyone or anything.. but I've found and understood why people can even think and consider the possibilities of suicide. It's just that one time and point in life where all the mishaps and tragedies happen to collide into life at the same time. It's when that certain individual feels a lost of hope in regaining everything... and to feel that the failure in all things personal is a feeling that is most real. And I feel like I'm gone from where I used to be. That I can't stand anymore. And It's true for now.
It's amazing how the piano can play a musical piece that is both lovely and able to express emotions that is otherwise hidden. For years.
It's unbelievable dancing made me, and brought me down. It's not just the disappointment or the failure, the trials or denials. It's also you. I don't know how much more I can just stand aside and look at you. I feel everything.
They say time will tell and yet I've heard nothing, seen nothing. It all points to you, and it also all keeps the truth. Each memory and pain from the past is brought forward each coming year and it shuts me down. I can't tell you anymore, I've lost the ability to express. You don't understand, you still don't try to. I hope you know each time the way you are to someone doesn't liberate you from what he feels. It isn't a field where you can run any direction and pluck every flower, smell it's scent and find another. I forgive you for everything, all the time. I don't even think I can find it in myself to throw hatred at you because my heart is always soft to you. The effect you have on me remains even now... but how can I forgive myself..
I can't tell you anything anymore, you would laugh it off in the nicest ways I hardly resist.
No matter where I turn or how I have myself on lock down... It's simply your presence that makes me doubt if I've walked away. When just a glance reminds me of how I even started harboring this emotion for you. You never understand that all I had was my heart. You made me care less about everything else even at the most urgent of times. To risk my name and respect to have you near. The things I've went on with to influence friends into accepting my idea, a plan just to keep you near.
I can only slightly take time into my own hands, and to wait any longer would kill me. And it is to write the words I have to let out.. Everything I tear while writing.
Commitment will be the hardest for you when you finally find only two roads than the flower filled field you're used to.
written Friday, October 23rd. 2:34A.M.
Exam's already long passed about two or three weeks back, and everyone's on a relaxing tour through the remaining weeks... Gotta say the year has run out quite fast, and I'm not satisfied. Not the least. There are just so many things to do, so many things to achieve this year because it's the time we're most free of academic stresses. Well... at least for me studying in the commerce class. Talking about that topic... I've heard that I might be moved to the arts stream... 5SA1.. next year. First time I got the news of that I was stunned. Not that it's a bad class and all... it's just that IF I was transferred there, it would be harder for me to focus on what's more important. And the longer I think about my most recent examination result... The more I am motivated to push harder with all the subjects and get credits for them. The results I had this time were very disappointing. Even for me. I've never been the one to care much about my numbers ever since I danced. Dancing literally took me away from everything. It's something I love to do most, and there is nothing out there that can make me feel the same. The thrill and the excitement that comes side by side with the beats of the bass, the sometimes unknown meaning of the song. I love it. But I love you more.
Days are getting darker, from where I am. I've slightly lost interest in life, and.. not to shock anyone or anything.. but I've found and understood why people can even think and consider the possibilities of suicide. It's just that one time and point in life where all the mishaps and tragedies happen to collide into life at the same time. It's when that certain individual feels a lost of hope in regaining everything... and to feel that the failure in all things personal is a feeling that is most real. And I feel like I'm gone from where I used to be. That I can't stand anymore. And It's true for now.
It's amazing how the piano can play a musical piece that is both lovely and able to express emotions that is otherwise hidden. For years.
It's unbelievable dancing made me, and brought me down. It's not just the disappointment or the failure, the trials or denials. It's also you. I don't know how much more I can just stand aside and look at you. I feel everything.
They say time will tell and yet I've heard nothing, seen nothing. It all points to you, and it also all keeps the truth. Each memory and pain from the past is brought forward each coming year and it shuts me down. I can't tell you anymore, I've lost the ability to express. You don't understand, you still don't try to. I hope you know each time the way you are to someone doesn't liberate you from what he feels. It isn't a field where you can run any direction and pluck every flower, smell it's scent and find another. I forgive you for everything, all the time. I don't even think I can find it in myself to throw hatred at you because my heart is always soft to you. The effect you have on me remains even now... but how can I forgive myself..
I can't tell you anything anymore, you would laugh it off in the nicest ways I hardly resist.
No matter where I turn or how I have myself on lock down... It's simply your presence that makes me doubt if I've walked away. When just a glance reminds me of how I even started harboring this emotion for you. You never understand that all I had was my heart. You made me care less about everything else even at the most urgent of times. To risk my name and respect to have you near. The things I've went on with to influence friends into accepting my idea, a plan just to keep you near.
I can only slightly take time into my own hands, and to wait any longer would kill me. And it is to write the words I have to let out.. Everything I tear while writing.
Commitment will be the hardest for you when you finally find only two roads than the flower filled field you're used to.
written Friday, October 23rd. 2:34A.M.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
I'm back my love... ?
I'm Back From JAKARTA baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! whoots much.
Not the most beautiful place i've been since birth, but.. it's cool. =) For one? Where could ya get three fashionable textile pants for just around RM160!? No where yo. But that's not the point. Main thing is at least we went there as a family. To spend time together for an extended amount of time was great, plus... Not everytime i get to talk to dadee much and this four day vacation gave me the chance to.
The culture there's pretty much the same as Bali, so been there done that. Only difference is how much more modern J is. They've got shopping malls the size of Centre Point every 2 kilometers apart. Shopaholics please report to Jakarta for ridiculous discounts in Rupiah. Oh yes, the mini Apple Ds are soo cute.
We hired a driver along with a rental car which gave us alot of convenience when moving around the human infested country. One thing i love about J is the way they planned the town's road pattern. From the air you can see the whole of J is like some maze of roads all lined around the centre of the city. This makes for really straight roads and also a DECREASE in traffic lights becuz all you gotta do to get from A to B is drive on the main road leading to your destination (and stay on it). Unlike Sabah where every turn is a traffic light. Only problem there is the road systems are useless. Jakarta is OVAPOPULATED with peeps.. They have traffic jams 4 Kilometers long!!! Imagine chilling out in the car for 1 hour plus. Datang bulan pls. The second most horrible thing I've experienced in a car (Not menstruation).
People there are nice too. But they seriously need to stop earning cash in every way possible. No sh*t.
Instead of just begging for money on roadsides, they've gone a whole new level.
If you think getting help from people there is nice.. think again. Every "helping" hand out there is also a hand you give money for their simple and nonsense service. Even construction areas where you get guided through when driving requires you to give tips to the peeps who help you around. Ridiculous, because all the toilets there are free for use, or, GRATIS. Bahasa Malaysia there is retarded. Gratis means free. Parkir is parking. tidak ada is ngada. ice lemon is lemon dingin. And Toilet is kamar kecil. Good luck finding the toilet my fellow Sabahans.
Other than trying to understand their malay rap when establishing communication with humans there, we realized that most of the shop owners in J are actually of Chinese origin. Say WTF. You see... around few generations ago, Indonesians pwned Chinese heads. They literally killed my people. XD And those who survived were banned from being educated with their own language. So the rare and beautiful Chinese girls there don't speak Chinese. Huhuu time. But thank God for China Town!! haiya!! Food there was like... it was like... like... like here. Sasau sao rou bebeh. hahaha... Roast porkie. First time i had sate babii!! Nice man. John, you gotta try them out.
When we first got to our rented apartment (or apartmente in indo Malay), I'm embarrassed to say... i didn't bath for one day. Eeeew~ You shoulda feel the sexy sensation. But after that i buy liao one dark purple de towel. I'll love bathing now. This Zero bathing experience has taught me to bring my towel on future vacations no matter the place I'll be staying at, after all... why wouldn't i bring my towel next time? It's purple now!!!
While we were there, we also got the chance to witness a live volcano. At first when my mum told me we were gonna check it out, I thought it was cool. That is.. until i got there myself. =_O No lava no fun la... haih. Only pummels of smoke spewing from an unknown source lol. The area itself was COMPLETELY crowded. They soo need to sort out the areas tourists like us are most likely to visit. Their own local people are selling things with stores built near the observation sites. With this, how do you expect Garry to see lame active volcanoes in peace? even if they ARE lame? argh. And the crowds there, Oh...~ Suddenly H1N1 is a real threat.
Being in Jakarta was actually still a new experience. To be comforted about how cheap the high quality products are, to have Chinese people roaming about that don't speak Chinese but still are Chinese, to finally bath after one day (with the worlds' cutest towel), and also to have realised i might have been overdressing with normal clothes considering peeps in J are peeps not seen everyday here in Sabah where the grass grows greener WHOOTS!!! =P
All in all... i would sincerely love another one of these trips to other parts of the world to see, hear, smell, and sense with every other organ the places where unique and uncommon things dwell. CHINA!!!
I missed you... (Not China).
Not the most beautiful place i've been since birth, but.. it's cool. =) For one? Where could ya get three fashionable textile pants for just around RM160!? No where yo. But that's not the point. Main thing is at least we went there as a family. To spend time together for an extended amount of time was great, plus... Not everytime i get to talk to dadee much and this four day vacation gave me the chance to.
The culture there's pretty much the same as Bali, so been there done that. Only difference is how much more modern J is. They've got shopping malls the size of Centre Point every 2 kilometers apart. Shopaholics please report to Jakarta for ridiculous discounts in Rupiah. Oh yes, the mini Apple Ds are soo cute.
We hired a driver along with a rental car which gave us alot of convenience when moving around the human infested country. One thing i love about J is the way they planned the town's road pattern. From the air you can see the whole of J is like some maze of roads all lined around the centre of the city. This makes for really straight roads and also a DECREASE in traffic lights becuz all you gotta do to get from A to B is drive on the main road leading to your destination (and stay on it). Unlike Sabah where every turn is a traffic light. Only problem there is the road systems are useless. Jakarta is OVAPOPULATED with peeps.. They have traffic jams 4 Kilometers long!!! Imagine chilling out in the car for 1 hour plus. Datang bulan pls. The second most horrible thing I've experienced in a car (Not menstruation).
People there are nice too. But they seriously need to stop earning cash in every way possible. No sh*t.
Instead of just begging for money on roadsides, they've gone a whole new level.
If you think getting help from people there is nice.. think again. Every "helping" hand out there is also a hand you give money for their simple and nonsense service. Even construction areas where you get guided through when driving requires you to give tips to the peeps who help you around. Ridiculous, because all the toilets there are free for use, or, GRATIS. Bahasa Malaysia there is retarded. Gratis means free. Parkir is parking. tidak ada is ngada. ice lemon is lemon dingin. And Toilet is kamar kecil. Good luck finding the toilet my fellow Sabahans.
Other than trying to understand their malay rap when establishing communication with humans there, we realized that most of the shop owners in J are actually of Chinese origin. Say WTF. You see... around few generations ago, Indonesians pwned Chinese heads. They literally killed my people. XD And those who survived were banned from being educated with their own language. So the rare and beautiful Chinese girls there don't speak Chinese. Huhuu time. But thank God for China Town!! haiya!! Food there was like... it was like... like... like here. Sasau sao rou bebeh. hahaha... Roast porkie. First time i had sate babii!! Nice man. John, you gotta try them out.
When we first got to our rented apartment (or apartmente in indo Malay), I'm embarrassed to say... i didn't bath for one day. Eeeew~ You shoulda feel the sexy sensation. But after that i buy liao one dark purple de towel. I'll love bathing now. This Zero bathing experience has taught me to bring my towel on future vacations no matter the place I'll be staying at, after all... why wouldn't i bring my towel next time? It's purple now!!!
While we were there, we also got the chance to witness a live volcano. At first when my mum told me we were gonna check it out, I thought it was cool. That is.. until i got there myself. =_O No lava no fun la... haih. Only pummels of smoke spewing from an unknown source lol. The area itself was COMPLETELY crowded. They soo need to sort out the areas tourists like us are most likely to visit. Their own local people are selling things with stores built near the observation sites. With this, how do you expect Garry to see lame active volcanoes in peace? even if they ARE lame? argh. And the crowds there, Oh...~ Suddenly H1N1 is a real threat.
Being in Jakarta was actually still a new experience. To be comforted about how cheap the high quality products are, to have Chinese people roaming about that don't speak Chinese but still are Chinese, to finally bath after one day (with the worlds' cutest towel), and also to have realised i might have been overdressing with normal clothes considering peeps in J are peeps not seen everyday here in Sabah where the grass grows greener WHOOTS!!! =P
All in all... i would sincerely love another one of these trips to other parts of the world to see, hear, smell, and sense with every other organ the places where unique and uncommon things dwell. CHINA!!!
I missed you... (Not China).
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Celebrity...
Celebrity. What does it feel like to be a celebrity..?
Just this morning, our school's biggest event took place. Read my older posts and you'll know.
MUSIC FEST!!! of 2009!!
Organised by Lok Yuk and managed mostly by Pn. Niti, teacher of arts, it's the biggest thing to hit the school. yet. With about an estimated 600+ people as the audience (not counting performers and teachers) it wus awesome. The attendance alone was amazing, since we Lok Yukians don't really party hard. Of course, appreciation of the event even happening has to go to Pn. Niti. Heard of the things she's in charge of, and the things that put her under enormous weight. With all that, i thank her for the happening.
Okay.. This event gives those who love music and dancing a chance to showcase their skills. Which means bands and dancers. You'd think our crew (SMC) would've joined this at first thought, but we didn't. That is.. until a few teachers requested for us to perform. And so we did.
We started choreography about 2 or 3 weeks before, not only for music fest but also for another event known widely by the hip-hop community as the "HiP-HoP ConVenTiON 09". Ngam ngam this other event also takes place on the same date as music fest. Walaoweh. Which is August 15 (today lol).
This morning my mum had me and Andie sent to school via car, arriving there at around 7+. We just chilled around until the other members of my crew were in sight. We regrouped, got ourselves registered, and went over the choreo and the dressing. Stressing **** because of the tension, afraid of messing up big time, and also because the fedora hats we needed still weren't available. Teacher Niti had high hopes on us, in turn.. weighing us down. She even tried to make the whole event start earlier and placed us as the opening before everything because she knew we were gonna have another presentation in Asia city. Me and the crew say nothing but the teacher views us as celebrities. pfft?
Music fest gets on with intro speeches and before we can stress more **** we're on stage. Our dance messes up very lil' and the teacher is happy. We're happy too lol. The crew moves outside to an empty class and cools off. Sweat and all. Soon one of our crew member's mother drives us to Asia city for the second coming event. Hip-Hop COnventIon.
It starts at 11am. Or so it was supposed to be!!! The judges came late, forcing the event on hold until 12.30 sumthing. WTFudge~ But at least our crew had the chance to fill empty stomachs. With coke floats. During the ONE HOUR PLUS free time, all the Bboys do their freestyle on the stage. Some of them moves impress me. Say like... 1990, 2000, headspin, airchair, one hand-hand hops, and sick transitions between sick powermoves (sorry if you don't understand Bboy moves) heheee. The one Bboy that awes me most is this so called Bboy Heat. Aged 15. Cool wacko. He could transition from a flare to windmill to headspin to a cricket and end it with a spin out. I'm freakin' 16 and suddenly i suck.
After sitting down till the blood from my butt is gone, the competition starts. We get prepped and sit among the crowds waiting for our turn as the fourth crew to present. after 1,2, and 3 are done.. our crew's pumped, feeling the winning. Since the crews before us weren't that good. Move to the side of the stage, the MC announces us, and we make our appearance on stage.
During the dance, it was pure excitement, pure strength, pure confidence. Unlike dancing in school, where everyone gives applauses almost as if in formality, peeps down Asia city are beat driven and scream/shout. The support and confidence that gives just fuels our popping and waving routines. Further enhancing the overall dance. Aww... you should really feel it.
Feeling we made good impression, we got off stage, and observed the other crews that were to come after us in the performance. All in all, the only crew that worried me most was this TDC. Yet i can't remember the full form of the name. They had God knows how much dancers on stage while we had only four (Kamal, Azhar, Ricky, Me). And they were synchronized pretty well.
After about an hours' worth of Freestyle Bboy battle AGAIN, the results are out.
We totally got into the finals along with four other crews, if i remember right. And the Finals will be Tomorrow!! weeeeeeeeeeee~~~~~~~!!!!! I'm so hyped for round two.
Moving around in centre point after that was also a good feeling. Some peeps recognize us and greet us when met. And the rest just simply greeted us because of the uniformed clothes we wore that read "Nice to meet you". hahaahaaa.... a cute message for the world.
Anyway, just an update i tried to make in the time i should be sleeping for the competition tomorrow. Wish us luck.
Just this morning, our school's biggest event took place. Read my older posts and you'll know.
MUSIC FEST!!! of 2009!!
Organised by Lok Yuk and managed mostly by Pn. Niti, teacher of arts, it's the biggest thing to hit the school. yet. With about an estimated 600+ people as the audience (not counting performers and teachers) it wus awesome. The attendance alone was amazing, since we Lok Yukians don't really party hard. Of course, appreciation of the event even happening has to go to Pn. Niti. Heard of the things she's in charge of, and the things that put her under enormous weight. With all that, i thank her for the happening.
Okay.. This event gives those who love music and dancing a chance to showcase their skills. Which means bands and dancers. You'd think our crew (SMC) would've joined this at first thought, but we didn't. That is.. until a few teachers requested for us to perform. And so we did.
We started choreography about 2 or 3 weeks before, not only for music fest but also for another event known widely by the hip-hop community as the "HiP-HoP ConVenTiON 09". Ngam ngam this other event also takes place on the same date as music fest. Walaoweh. Which is August 15 (today lol).
This morning my mum had me and Andie sent to school via car, arriving there at around 7+. We just chilled around until the other members of my crew were in sight. We regrouped, got ourselves registered, and went over the choreo and the dressing. Stressing **** because of the tension, afraid of messing up big time, and also because the fedora hats we needed still weren't available. Teacher Niti had high hopes on us, in turn.. weighing us down. She even tried to make the whole event start earlier and placed us as the opening before everything because she knew we were gonna have another presentation in Asia city. Me and the crew say nothing but the teacher views us as celebrities. pfft?
Music fest gets on with intro speeches and before we can stress more **** we're on stage. Our dance messes up very lil' and the teacher is happy. We're happy too lol. The crew moves outside to an empty class and cools off. Sweat and all. Soon one of our crew member's mother drives us to Asia city for the second coming event. Hip-Hop COnventIon.
It starts at 11am. Or so it was supposed to be!!! The judges came late, forcing the event on hold until 12.30 sumthing. WTFudge~ But at least our crew had the chance to fill empty stomachs. With coke floats. During the ONE HOUR PLUS free time, all the Bboys do their freestyle on the stage. Some of them moves impress me. Say like... 1990, 2000, headspin, airchair, one hand-hand hops, and sick transitions between sick powermoves (sorry if you don't understand Bboy moves) heheee. The one Bboy that awes me most is this so called Bboy Heat. Aged 15. Cool wacko. He could transition from a flare to windmill to headspin to a cricket and end it with a spin out. I'm freakin' 16 and suddenly i suck.
After sitting down till the blood from my butt is gone, the competition starts. We get prepped and sit among the crowds waiting for our turn as the fourth crew to present. after 1,2, and 3 are done.. our crew's pumped, feeling the winning. Since the crews before us weren't that good. Move to the side of the stage, the MC announces us, and we make our appearance on stage.
During the dance, it was pure excitement, pure strength, pure confidence. Unlike dancing in school, where everyone gives applauses almost as if in formality, peeps down Asia city are beat driven and scream/shout. The support and confidence that gives just fuels our popping and waving routines. Further enhancing the overall dance. Aww... you should really feel it.
Feeling we made good impression, we got off stage, and observed the other crews that were to come after us in the performance. All in all, the only crew that worried me most was this TDC. Yet i can't remember the full form of the name. They had God knows how much dancers on stage while we had only four (Kamal, Azhar, Ricky, Me). And they were synchronized pretty well.
After about an hours' worth of Freestyle Bboy battle AGAIN, the results are out.
We totally got into the finals along with four other crews, if i remember right. And the Finals will be Tomorrow!! weeeeeeeeeeee~~~~~~~!!!!! I'm so hyped for round two.
Moving around in centre point after that was also a good feeling. Some peeps recognize us and greet us when met. And the rest just simply greeted us because of the uniformed clothes we wore that read "Nice to meet you". hahaahaaa.... a cute message for the world.
Anyway, just an update i tried to make in the time i should be sleeping for the competition tomorrow. Wish us luck.
Friday, July 31, 2009
The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.
Starting time: 8 in the mornin'. wakie wakiee~~
Name: Garry Singa
Sisters: One... is.. enough... :P
Brothers: 0
Shoe Size: 8/9, it depends..
Height: 172cm.
Where do you live: Where i wanna live~
Favourite drinks: Chocolate or Yam or Avocado Juice.. and yogurt.
Favourite breakfast: Uh.. western style?
Have you ever been on a plane?: Yup.
Swam in the ocean: Like on the shore.. or in the middle of the ocean? on the shore, yes.
Fallen asleep at school: It's my hobby.
Broken someone's heart: Yes, but always unintentionally..
Fell off your chair: Since Form 1, nopee... *giggles*
Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: No.. there are other ways i have waited.
What is your room like: Balanced. Both tidy and messy!! muahahahaa...~
What's right beside you: Pictures of my dadee~ and a book shelf.
What is the last thing you ate: Some kind of.. cheese bread..
Ever had chicken pox: Neva!!
Broken nose: No. pfft. :P
Do you believe in love at first sight: No... it takes time to love..
Like picnics: course'. Long as i don't get black(er).
Who was/were the last person you danced with: Kamal & Ricky, both from The Crew.
Last made you smile: Hmm.. Andie.
You last yelled at: It happened at home.
Today did you~Talk to someone you like: It's 8 in the morning!
Kissed anyone: Wished.
Get sick: H1N1. No..
Talk to an ex: O.o
Miss someone: Yes..
Eat: C-C-Cheese bread?
Best feeling in the world: Holding hands. Sincerely.
Do you sleep with stuffed animals: My guitar. Hahaaaaa... weii.. really bah.
What's under your bed: Another bed.
Who do you really hate: No one really. Haters maybe?
What time is it now? : It's 8+.
Things I was doing 10 years ago: Play here sleep there.
Things on my to-do list today: #1Live #2Reload my cute phone #3Dance #4Get online #5Music!
Snacks I enjoy: #1Ice cream #2Big Apple Donuts #3Gum
Things I would do if I were a billionaire: #1Get Sabah's biggest dance party started #2 Spend it with Friends #3Take a whole day with someone shopping #4Enjoy the views in London #5Upgrade the school so much the teachers wouldn't dare touch me #6 Where the church has inconveniences, there my money will aid #7 Get my family living easier becuz by then i'd just be less of a billionaire, but still a billionaire!!
5 places I have lived in: Somewhere 80meters above sea level, My own house here in beverly (J7-1), My other house here in beverly (J8-1) hahaaa, Friend's house, and my grandmothers house.
5 people I'm tagging to: Nobody!!!~~~ weee~~~
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.
Starting time: 8 in the mornin'. wakie wakiee~~
Name: Garry Singa
Sisters: One... is.. enough... :P
Brothers: 0
Shoe Size: 8/9, it depends..
Height: 172cm.
Where do you live: Where i wanna live~
Favourite drinks: Chocolate or Yam or Avocado Juice.. and yogurt.
Favourite breakfast: Uh.. western style?
Have you ever been on a plane?: Yup.
Swam in the ocean: Like on the shore.. or in the middle of the ocean? on the shore, yes.
Fallen asleep at school: It's my hobby.
Broken someone's heart: Yes, but always unintentionally..
Fell off your chair: Since Form 1, nopee... *giggles*
Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: No.. there are other ways i have waited.
What is your room like: Balanced. Both tidy and messy!! muahahahaa...~
What's right beside you: Pictures of my dadee~ and a book shelf.
What is the last thing you ate: Some kind of.. cheese bread..
Ever had chicken pox: Neva!!
Broken nose: No. pfft. :P
Do you believe in love at first sight: No... it takes time to love..
Like picnics: course'. Long as i don't get black(er).
Who was/were the last person you danced with: Kamal & Ricky, both from The Crew.
Last made you smile: Hmm.. Andie.
You last yelled at: It happened at home.
Today did you~Talk to someone you like: It's 8 in the morning!
Kissed anyone: Wished.
Get sick: H1N1. No..
Talk to an ex: O.o
Miss someone: Yes..
Eat: C-C-Cheese bread?
Best feeling in the world: Holding hands. Sincerely.
Do you sleep with stuffed animals: My guitar. Hahaaaaa... weii.. really bah.
What's under your bed: Another bed.
Who do you really hate: No one really. Haters maybe?
What time is it now? : It's 8+.
Things I was doing 10 years ago: Play here sleep there.
Things on my to-do list today: #1Live #2Reload my cute phone #3Dance #4Get online #5Music!
Snacks I enjoy: #1Ice cream #2Big Apple Donuts #3Gum
Things I would do if I were a billionaire: #1Get Sabah's biggest dance party started #2 Spend it with Friends #3Take a whole day with someone shopping #4Enjoy the views in London #5Upgrade the school so much the teachers wouldn't dare touch me #6 Where the church has inconveniences, there my money will aid #7 Get my family living easier becuz by then i'd just be less of a billionaire, but still a billionaire!!
Bad Habits: Hmm... Being kind in wrong situations, Waste money, Dance like there's no tomorrow, and gaming hardcore.
5 places I have lived in: Somewhere 80meters above sea level, My own house here in beverly (J7-1), My other house here in beverly (J8-1) hahaaa, Friend's house, and my grandmothers house.
5 people I'm tagging to: Nobody!!!~~~ weee~~~
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Update...
Yes, this blog is still alive. Welcome. ^^
There's been a lot of happenings in this life right now, the times i have not typed of. So.. just a few things that i am currently experiencing:
1. I've been quite joyful this week, so if you want me to spend you, now's a good time to ask.
2. I'm satisfied about my haircut and would like to keep it that way. Too bad it's assembly time tomorrow, and hair checks terrify me.
3. I realised how much more i get when i give friends my big apple donuts. And yes, that sounds wrong.
4. Michael Jackson's songs only start airing on radios all over the world when he's gone.
5. My skin is still dark.
6. I still love pianos more than any other instrument. Yet i play drums.
7. I think my phone is cute. I should marry it.
8. I realise One Borneo is the place to be.
9. I am seriously deprived of dancing.
10. I want to bring someone(s) out, who will it be?
And there's the nine 'recently's this month and the months before. Hehee...*giggles* O.o
The most recent thing that went on was the children ministry's telematch this morning. And with kids, balloons, games, prizes, the beach, and a whistle strapped around the neck.. it was fun. Even for me. Is it even surprising.
The whole thing was mainly an event for the children (pre-schoolers), but I felt it a joy just watching all that was going on.
Now the world thinks I'm gay because i said that.
I was one of the many needed helpers this morning. Assigned a whistle each and given the responsibility of keeping God knows how much children safe and happy. Went to Tanjung Lipat at around 8AM plus to blow balloons until we had 40. Then i was given the task of coordinating one game for the kids. Lovely eh? Just lovely. Waited till the kids got on site and we soon started the whole thing, Songs blaring included. Well.. at last it was over at about 12. I think. But i was tired and exhausted. Who knew kids could bring me down?
Okay, just about a week ago, which was very recently, I had been out with my friend. He's been quite alone since he's relative left his household, bound to live elsewhere. So I've been making an effort to meet him at least once or twice a week, even as he lives about 300 or 400 meters away from me. Walking the only way.. since my mum won't send me over such short distances. Economy. Right. But still, that's one leg tiring journey on foot each time. Well rewarded though.. because he's that one bit less lonelier.
Anyway.. off subject liao. We had a game at the local cyber cafe which is again about double the distance in which i have to walk to his place and both of us then walk to the cyber. It was entertaining and after that i walked him home, leaving me to walk back alone. At one point of the road, which, mind you, is a long straight stretch of pavement, a motorcycle stops dead a few meters behind me. About thirty yards away with two guys on it. One stays on and the other gets off. Dumbly unaware, i continue with the typical "teenager phone messaging-addict". I hear these footsteps behind me and i look to the side, there being the guy with a motorcycle helmet on. With the looks of one at age 30, and an average body build, he asks if he could borrow my phone. My nature always allows the better part which is handing it out, but only slightly, since he IS a stranger. Without even answering his question yet, he goes for my phone in a forceful manner. i grip it hard and soon both me and him struggle over it. Truth be told, he was weak. Epic fail. Instinctively i yell at him, the type of yell you give your FRIEND when they step on your new shoe. Yes, i treat almost everyone like a friend. How dumb. He's stunned (God knows if it's the friendly yell or my volume), and looks at me for a while then looks past me. I look back too and I see this proton wira coming up from behind. The guy then walks very calmly back to where the bike is, first guy still on it. Why walk calmly back after committing this FAILED crime? - So the driver in the car down back doesn't get suspicious and remember their sorry faces. These guys have probably done it before, even having the bike parked further away instead of beside me is brilliant. Not that I'm complementing them. Grr.
Oh, I was glad I still had the phone. Until i realised the phone in my hand had become useless. The screen had malfunctioned, only showing light with nothing understandable. It had bent beyond it's threshold. That's what you get when two guys want the same thing.
Just seconds after they ride off, I was stunned. Of all the time that other people have failed at getting money from me forcefully in the sport complex and also in cyber cafe's, This one was the most severe. Even scary, in fact. And thoughts of it.. the flashbacks, still do ring in my head. The way killers do after having murdered their first victim. Except mine aren't nightmares okay.. It's because i was fuming angry. The hatred harboured.
Trying to ignore how open i had myself at this time of night in the most insecure of places, i ran home the whole way. When i entered the house i was furious, both for the broken phone and how i let him get off so easily when in fact he was shorter than me. It's no wonder now... how people can't simply let go of those who killed their beloved. Just like in movies where you seem to say how dumb that character is for not controlling himself when he sees the person who killed his wife, and even with threats around, he runs and goes for him. Killing him, his desire.
Went straight for my parents room, handed my mum the phone, and told of what had happened. Surprisingly she doesn't seem to care about the grave situation that had just happened few minutes ago.
I think she overestimates me.
Like the time i had just started learning the handstand. There was this treasure box, a decorative furniture behind me, and i slammed into it with my shin while doing the handstand. The pain put me on the ground for thirty seconds, waiting for it to slowly fade away. My mum passed the sitting hall seeing me holding on my leg and suffering. She goes "what happened?" and i say "my leg, it hurts a lot." Then she finally adds "oh, I'm going to cook now" and walks past me to the kitchen. @.@ WHAAT!? My dadee~ had just came back from his 6 month transfer to KL, visiting us. Even he gave a more caring aura. seriously.
Two days later, i came to posses a new phone. Since we found out it takes almost half the price of the phone to get it fixed. Who on earth is gonna pay that? would rather get a new phone yes? Now i have cutie. A Nokia 2330 classic. It's just a basic phone. BUT IT'S DAM* CUTE MAN. I so freakin' love it oh.. Eeeeee....
Okay, on other things now.
Ever heard of Lok Yukians saying they love their school? and that I'm one of them? Well.. we take it all back. This school has been some sort of military training camp that's trying to turn everyone into robots. Their ridding this school of all that is wrong. And well.. I'm not against it. But it's the little things people do wrong that they still seem to punish. Heck, punish isn't the right word. More like 'get rid off'. You see... our principal, has gone through like some kind of mood swing. SARCASM DETECTED. And since he IS the PRINCIPAL, why not use the authority in hand? Oh yeah, get a bunch of guys that didn't tuck in their shirt with long hair and SUSPEND THEM! even SACK THEM OUT OF SCHOOL. Seriously, he really did it. This ain't gossip girl, it's reality. They need to walk in our shoes now. Teachers, and principals alike. Even you kementerian of discipline peeps. Understand that we are not devils and law breakers, criminals or murderers. And that every day in school is not everyday a judgement day. We will make mistakes, we will trip, we will fall. You guys up there with much much more authority need to check the dose of consequence your giving to the next generation. i mean, i understand if you put someone young in jail for murder, but.. getting the sack from just untucked shirts and long hair? that is.. slightly too much for a punishment. It's like suspending me because my pencil sharpener has a blade! Please tell me if there Will be an all Lok Yuk mob, I'd like to take part.
Yes mum, i do love daddy. I could only write this, not say it out loud. He has been very loving since the last time. But i don't know why.. when I've started to grow older, he's shut himself out. I really enjoyed the time when he has come back to visit us though. He has made himself more open to the family, and i guess it's something i really miss.
Lately, I've also been the coordinator for seekers last Friday. Say amazing. Because the coordinator is in charge of EVERYTHING. planning every single detail, giving suggestions, and also the command. It is an easy job for those who know the members of the christian community in our school well. But i have almost never attended their praise and worship these four years in Lok Yuk. So.. it was kinda difficult for me. But with God's help, i made it. Though the praise and worship had only about 12 of us, i was fully content with how all things turned out. And though i didn't give my best, people have appreciated my effort. Thanks goes to God. All of it.
Lastly, I just wanna thank God for all he has helped me with. The assistance and also the most cherished support. He is all i can hang on to at times, especially when the situation to be solved seems an impossible task. I greatly thank him. Before i end, all of those who read, unknown to me, or beloved and cherished.. Please pls don't walk out in places you believe and feel is not secure. This world we live in is no longer one we can completely trust, especially with our lives in which we have much to accomplish.
There's been a lot of happenings in this life right now, the times i have not typed of. So.. just a few things that i am currently experiencing:
1. I've been quite joyful this week, so if you want me to spend you, now's a good time to ask.
2. I'm satisfied about my haircut and would like to keep it that way. Too bad it's assembly time tomorrow, and hair checks terrify me.
3. I realised how much more i get when i give friends my big apple donuts. And yes, that sounds wrong.
4. Michael Jackson's songs only start airing on radios all over the world when he's gone.
5. My skin is still dark.
6. I still love pianos more than any other instrument. Yet i play drums.
7. I think my phone is cute. I should marry it.
8. I realise One Borneo is the place to be.
9. I am seriously deprived of dancing.
10. I want to bring someone(s) out, who will it be?
And there's the nine 'recently's this month and the months before. Hehee...*giggles* O.o
The most recent thing that went on was the children ministry's telematch this morning. And with kids, balloons, games, prizes, the beach, and a whistle strapped around the neck.. it was fun. Even for me. Is it even surprising.
The whole thing was mainly an event for the children (pre-schoolers), but I felt it a joy just watching all that was going on.
Now the world thinks I'm gay because i said that.
I was one of the many needed helpers this morning. Assigned a whistle each and given the responsibility of keeping God knows how much children safe and happy. Went to Tanjung Lipat at around 8AM plus to blow balloons until we had 40. Then i was given the task of coordinating one game for the kids. Lovely eh? Just lovely. Waited till the kids got on site and we soon started the whole thing, Songs blaring included. Well.. at last it was over at about 12. I think. But i was tired and exhausted. Who knew kids could bring me down?
Okay, just about a week ago, which was very recently, I had been out with my friend. He's been quite alone since he's relative left his household, bound to live elsewhere. So I've been making an effort to meet him at least once or twice a week, even as he lives about 300 or 400 meters away from me. Walking the only way.. since my mum won't send me over such short distances. Economy. Right. But still, that's one leg tiring journey on foot each time. Well rewarded though.. because he's that one bit less lonelier.
Anyway.. off subject liao. We had a game at the local cyber cafe which is again about double the distance in which i have to walk to his place and both of us then walk to the cyber. It was entertaining and after that i walked him home, leaving me to walk back alone. At one point of the road, which, mind you, is a long straight stretch of pavement, a motorcycle stops dead a few meters behind me. About thirty yards away with two guys on it. One stays on and the other gets off. Dumbly unaware, i continue with the typical "teenager phone messaging-addict". I hear these footsteps behind me and i look to the side, there being the guy with a motorcycle helmet on. With the looks of one at age 30, and an average body build, he asks if he could borrow my phone. My nature always allows the better part which is handing it out, but only slightly, since he IS a stranger. Without even answering his question yet, he goes for my phone in a forceful manner. i grip it hard and soon both me and him struggle over it. Truth be told, he was weak. Epic fail. Instinctively i yell at him, the type of yell you give your FRIEND when they step on your new shoe. Yes, i treat almost everyone like a friend. How dumb. He's stunned (God knows if it's the friendly yell or my volume), and looks at me for a while then looks past me. I look back too and I see this proton wira coming up from behind. The guy then walks very calmly back to where the bike is, first guy still on it. Why walk calmly back after committing this FAILED crime? - So the driver in the car down back doesn't get suspicious and remember their sorry faces. These guys have probably done it before, even having the bike parked further away instead of beside me is brilliant. Not that I'm complementing them. Grr.
Oh, I was glad I still had the phone. Until i realised the phone in my hand had become useless. The screen had malfunctioned, only showing light with nothing understandable. It had bent beyond it's threshold. That's what you get when two guys want the same thing.
Just seconds after they ride off, I was stunned. Of all the time that other people have failed at getting money from me forcefully in the sport complex and also in cyber cafe's, This one was the most severe. Even scary, in fact. And thoughts of it.. the flashbacks, still do ring in my head. The way killers do after having murdered their first victim. Except mine aren't nightmares okay.. It's because i was fuming angry. The hatred harboured.
Trying to ignore how open i had myself at this time of night in the most insecure of places, i ran home the whole way. When i entered the house i was furious, both for the broken phone and how i let him get off so easily when in fact he was shorter than me. It's no wonder now... how people can't simply let go of those who killed their beloved. Just like in movies where you seem to say how dumb that character is for not controlling himself when he sees the person who killed his wife, and even with threats around, he runs and goes for him. Killing him, his desire.
Went straight for my parents room, handed my mum the phone, and told of what had happened. Surprisingly she doesn't seem to care about the grave situation that had just happened few minutes ago.
I think she overestimates me.
Like the time i had just started learning the handstand. There was this treasure box, a decorative furniture behind me, and i slammed into it with my shin while doing the handstand. The pain put me on the ground for thirty seconds, waiting for it to slowly fade away. My mum passed the sitting hall seeing me holding on my leg and suffering. She goes "what happened?" and i say "my leg, it hurts a lot." Then she finally adds "oh, I'm going to cook now" and walks past me to the kitchen. @.@ WHAAT!? My dadee~ had just came back from his 6 month transfer to KL, visiting us. Even he gave a more caring aura. seriously.
Two days later, i came to posses a new phone. Since we found out it takes almost half the price of the phone to get it fixed. Who on earth is gonna pay that? would rather get a new phone yes? Now i have cutie. A Nokia 2330 classic. It's just a basic phone. BUT IT'S DAM* CUTE MAN. I so freakin' love it oh.. Eeeeee....
Okay, on other things now.
Ever heard of Lok Yukians saying they love their school? and that I'm one of them? Well.. we take it all back. This school has been some sort of military training camp that's trying to turn everyone into robots. Their ridding this school of all that is wrong. And well.. I'm not against it. But it's the little things people do wrong that they still seem to punish. Heck, punish isn't the right word. More like 'get rid off'. You see... our principal, has gone through like some kind of mood swing. SARCASM DETECTED. And since he IS the PRINCIPAL, why not use the authority in hand? Oh yeah, get a bunch of guys that didn't tuck in their shirt with long hair and SUSPEND THEM! even SACK THEM OUT OF SCHOOL. Seriously, he really did it. This ain't gossip girl, it's reality. They need to walk in our shoes now. Teachers, and principals alike. Even you kementerian of discipline peeps. Understand that we are not devils and law breakers, criminals or murderers. And that every day in school is not everyday a judgement day. We will make mistakes, we will trip, we will fall. You guys up there with much much more authority need to check the dose of consequence your giving to the next generation. i mean, i understand if you put someone young in jail for murder, but.. getting the sack from just untucked shirts and long hair? that is.. slightly too much for a punishment. It's like suspending me because my pencil sharpener has a blade! Please tell me if there Will be an all Lok Yuk mob, I'd like to take part.
Yes mum, i do love daddy. I could only write this, not say it out loud. He has been very loving since the last time. But i don't know why.. when I've started to grow older, he's shut himself out. I really enjoyed the time when he has come back to visit us though. He has made himself more open to the family, and i guess it's something i really miss.
Lately, I've also been the coordinator for seekers last Friday. Say amazing. Because the coordinator is in charge of EVERYTHING. planning every single detail, giving suggestions, and also the command. It is an easy job for those who know the members of the christian community in our school well. But i have almost never attended their praise and worship these four years in Lok Yuk. So.. it was kinda difficult for me. But with God's help, i made it. Though the praise and worship had only about 12 of us, i was fully content with how all things turned out. And though i didn't give my best, people have appreciated my effort. Thanks goes to God. All of it.
Lastly, I just wanna thank God for all he has helped me with. The assistance and also the most cherished support. He is all i can hang on to at times, especially when the situation to be solved seems an impossible task. I greatly thank him. Before i end, all of those who read, unknown to me, or beloved and cherished.. Please pls don't walk out in places you believe and feel is not secure. This world we live in is no longer one we can completely trust, especially with our lives in which we have much to accomplish.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Not again...
Feeling pain i've felt before...
And no, it's not the "my beloved has left me" pain. I'm talking bout memories of getting my left leg busted for over 6 months.
Yea.. 6 months.
For all those who know me, I'm a person who has fallen in love doing crazy, otherwise stupid things. Like climbing 2 story balconies just to get in my house cuz i forgot to bring my keys. Yes, people, i know it's dumb. In fact, i don't always walk like normal people do from point A to point B. There always has to be some kind of obstacle i don't feel like going around, but instead going over or through it.
Typical me.
Other than that, dancing is simply a part of me. I can never have enough, and i can never stop to think of newer, sicker moves. Which is all the more of a burden on my leg. Since all these actions inflict serious impacts on my legs. impact = damage = pain = hospital = x-ray = surgery = retarded walking = zero dance capability. nice equation eh?
Oh yes, my leg. The reason i had surgery in 2008 was because i tore a part of my knee known to doctors as the 'meniscus'. The meniscus helps absorb energy from impacts we all face in life, like falling from a height. If you tear that, it's gonna give you 11 out of 10 pain ratings, and you won't be able to do daily activities that involve the use of your legs. Physical pain is just the first, after that comes financial pain. The part where you realise your paying 10,000 ringgit to get your legs fixed. Thanks goes to God because my mum bought insurance for me 4 months before i got my leg useless. So please love your meniscus and don't tear it. Cuz I've been there, and I'm sorry.
Right now, June of 2009, I'm feeling barely tolerable pain in the same area of my knee. Difference is.. This time it's my right leg (the okay leg). I soo hope i don't have to go through surgery again. It's not pleasant. really. And 6 months not dancing would kill me. Know me, and you'll understand i can't stay still for long.
Either way.. Just hope this pain is just something of temporary annoyance.
Pray for me will you..
And no, it's not the "my beloved has left me" pain. I'm talking bout memories of getting my left leg busted for over 6 months.
Yea.. 6 months.
For all those who know me, I'm a person who has fallen in love doing crazy, otherwise stupid things. Like climbing 2 story balconies just to get in my house cuz i forgot to bring my keys. Yes, people, i know it's dumb. In fact, i don't always walk like normal people do from point A to point B. There always has to be some kind of obstacle i don't feel like going around, but instead going over or through it.
Typical me.
Other than that, dancing is simply a part of me. I can never have enough, and i can never stop to think of newer, sicker moves. Which is all the more of a burden on my leg. Since all these actions inflict serious impacts on my legs. impact = damage = pain = hospital = x-ray = surgery = retarded walking = zero dance capability. nice equation eh?
Oh yes, my leg. The reason i had surgery in 2008 was because i tore a part of my knee known to doctors as the 'meniscus'. The meniscus helps absorb energy from impacts we all face in life, like falling from a height. If you tear that, it's gonna give you 11 out of 10 pain ratings, and you won't be able to do daily activities that involve the use of your legs. Physical pain is just the first, after that comes financial pain. The part where you realise your paying 10,000 ringgit to get your legs fixed. Thanks goes to God because my mum bought insurance for me 4 months before i got my leg useless. So please love your meniscus and don't tear it. Cuz I've been there, and I'm sorry.
Right now, June of 2009, I'm feeling barely tolerable pain in the same area of my knee. Difference is.. This time it's my right leg (the okay leg). I soo hope i don't have to go through surgery again. It's not pleasant. really. And 6 months not dancing would kill me. Know me, and you'll understand i can't stay still for long.
Either way.. Just hope this pain is just something of temporary annoyance.
Pray for me will you..
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Uber overjoyed. Uber tired..
So.. right now I'm really really really tired. No kidding.
it's just like 12.52am and I'm already wanting to sleep Sooo badly. *snores* *snorts*
Dang... Grreen is so nice.
ANYWAY!! I'm so happy and satisfied for the dance team back in Eklektos (which i haven't told you why, and will do so now). Just at the start of the week, i was chatting on msn (which we all do). Then out of the blue, Miss Jessica Chen asked me if i could help out with a hip-hop dance for an event that Pastor Jay Koopman was gonna preach in. If i could contribute a lil' why not? So i helped out with it. Only thing was we had less than 5 days or so to complete it. And the dance wasn't even eight beats complete when they came to my place for the choreography. Which is by far the ONLY dance i have ever done from scratch (mind you that it's 3 to 4 minutes long), and possibly something close to insane considering the event will harbour a boat load of people.
EEeeeww. A cockroach just flew into my room. WHY?! Satan..
We started out with the intro, then the choreo for each part of the song, and finally the polishing. It's not really that simple, cuz experience-wise its actually a long story. But of course, you peeps won't wanna read my blog if it's too long. T.T
Throughout the days we had, attendance of the dance members wasn't exactly ---the thought of a cockroach in my mouth when i sleep is bothering me now -- consistent and early. Which to sum it all up means we didn't actually really seriously have five days, and according to my emotional calculation means approximately 4 days of R.E.A.L. practice. Ideas ran out pwetty quickly too. Especially when it's eight in the morning and coffee isn't in my system. But we prayed and sometimes ideas boom in so fast i forget what i just choreographed. awesome.
What i liked about the practices though.. was how everyone enjoyed themselves. They didn't visibly stress out and there was always something random to be heard. Chocolate. I liked the atmosphere and the company of their laughters. I might seem gay at this point, but I'm not. So thank you, dancers. really.
Crazily on the day before the big event, we weren't finished with the choreo. Say OMG. But i didn't mind, cuz all the dancers still had the determination to learn the moves and memorise them quickly. Like Carmen saying "wo bu yao, continue" & Michelle saying "quai yi dian jiao wo" and Jessica hitting me? If it had been my crew? we'd probably give up and the whole dance would turn into a freestyle show. Which would really be suckie.
(i think the cockroach is making me feel like NOT sleeping)
In the last moments i had to leave with the ending undone. Hoping they could manage it well, and hoping everyone would remember everything taught that day... Trying to keep messaging to know if everything had went well or not.
Saturday, Showtime.
The day had come, and the event would take place at 7.30pm. Service time. In the morning Miss Sammy ku~ suddenly informed me the last minute that the early morning 8am practice was cancelled (luckily i was tired and a lil' lazy, so i woke up late and hadn't already taken the drive halfway there). The practice was postponed to 4 in the afternoon, but i couldn't attend because i chilled out with my family at the beach till 7 where the mosquitoes loved me. I urged my dad to go fast and furious so i got there just in time when it had started. The girls seemed nervous at that time, which in turn made me nervous. Gritz blew out the speakers and the music was in motion.
The whole thing went on while the crowd watched.
And i gotta hand it to them, the ending especially, was amazing.
So you may wanna know what i think of it...
simplified. I'm proud to have been part of the team. They showed everything they had that night. And to know it was a product of just 5 days flat. It couldn't have been less than what i expected. I had the sense of satisfaction and joy that night. Sure, they might have messed up here and there, but I'm proud of them. Even for those who weren't on the dance floor. I'm very sure God is too..
One week? You guys did it in less than 5 days. A performance for an event many were there for. Take ease in it. It was well done. *applause, people*
-Glad to have known your smiles and laughters during the practices. Keep up the moves. remember the choreography. Thank YOU~~
.:Fox:. / .:BabYLioN:.
it's just like 12.52am and I'm already wanting to sleep Sooo badly. *snores* *snorts*
Dang... Grreen is so nice.
ANYWAY!! I'm so happy and satisfied for the dance team back in Eklektos (which i haven't told you why, and will do so now). Just at the start of the week, i was chatting on msn (which we all do). Then out of the blue, Miss Jessica Chen asked me if i could help out with a hip-hop dance for an event that Pastor Jay Koopman was gonna preach in. If i could contribute a lil' why not? So i helped out with it. Only thing was we had less than 5 days or so to complete it. And the dance wasn't even eight beats complete when they came to my place for the choreography. Which is by far the ONLY dance i have ever done from scratch (mind you that it's 3 to 4 minutes long), and possibly something close to insane considering the event will harbour a boat load of people.
EEeeeww. A cockroach just flew into my room. WHY?! Satan..
We started out with the intro, then the choreo for each part of the song, and finally the polishing. It's not really that simple, cuz experience-wise its actually a long story. But of course, you peeps won't wanna read my blog if it's too long. T.T
Throughout the days we had, attendance of the dance members wasn't exactly ---the thought of a cockroach in my mouth when i sleep is bothering me now -- consistent and early. Which to sum it all up means we didn't actually really seriously have five days, and according to my emotional calculation means approximately 4 days of R.E.A.L. practice. Ideas ran out pwetty quickly too. Especially when it's eight in the morning and coffee isn't in my system. But we prayed and sometimes ideas boom in so fast i forget what i just choreographed. awesome.
What i liked about the practices though.. was how everyone enjoyed themselves. They didn't visibly stress out and there was always something random to be heard. Chocolate. I liked the atmosphere and the company of their laughters. I might seem gay at this point, but I'm not. So thank you, dancers. really.
Crazily on the day before the big event, we weren't finished with the choreo. Say OMG. But i didn't mind, cuz all the dancers still had the determination to learn the moves and memorise them quickly. Like Carmen saying "wo bu yao, continue" & Michelle saying "quai yi dian jiao wo" and Jessica hitting me? If it had been my crew? we'd probably give up and the whole dance would turn into a freestyle show. Which would really be suckie.
(i think the cockroach is making me feel like NOT sleeping)
In the last moments i had to leave with the ending undone. Hoping they could manage it well, and hoping everyone would remember everything taught that day... Trying to keep messaging to know if everything had went well or not.
Saturday, Showtime.
The day had come, and the event would take place at 7.30pm. Service time. In the morning Miss Sammy ku~ suddenly informed me the last minute that the early morning 8am practice was cancelled (luckily i was tired and a lil' lazy, so i woke up late and hadn't already taken the drive halfway there). The practice was postponed to 4 in the afternoon, but i couldn't attend because i chilled out with my family at the beach till 7 where the mosquitoes loved me. I urged my dad to go fast and furious so i got there just in time when it had started. The girls seemed nervous at that time, which in turn made me nervous. Gritz blew out the speakers and the music was in motion.
The whole thing went on while the crowd watched.
And i gotta hand it to them, the ending especially, was amazing.
So you may wanna know what i think of it...
simplified. I'm proud to have been part of the team. They showed everything they had that night. And to know it was a product of just 5 days flat. It couldn't have been less than what i expected. I had the sense of satisfaction and joy that night. Sure, they might have messed up here and there, but I'm proud of them. Even for those who weren't on the dance floor. I'm very sure God is too..
One week? You guys did it in less than 5 days. A performance for an event many were there for. Take ease in it. It was well done. *applause, people*
-Glad to have known your smiles and laughters during the practices. Keep up the moves. remember the choreography. Thank YOU~~
.:Fox:. / .:BabYLioN:.
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