And She Smiles

I know I'll be meeting you in a few hours, for the last time in the next few months...but I just wanna type this down before I loose my nerve. And breakdown. And also cos you'd never know, my plane just might be terrorized by another Osama wanna-be and god knows what will happen out there in Sabah. Then, I'll regret big time not telling you this before.

I will miss you dearly best friend.

The old saying of one smile makes two stands true
as it has been proven between the two of us.

You're the only person I could be really vulnerable to. I can ask for a pat on the back without worrying about being seen as hopelessly insecure. Our friendship went deeper then that. Not many has such opportunity to meet a friend who meets eye to eye in many perspectives, but we found each other amongst the many many folds of startling attitudes, sarcasm, and irony.
I am glad we did.

The fact that you'd be rocking your socks at Thai on my first weekend away at Sabah is depressing wei. Who am I to call and Rant my heart out?

I'll show you, I can indeed wake up FIVEam everyday to brave the cold showers and stinking morning exercise. I'll be back with a awesome tan, a slim tummy(with no help from cheese rings) and a hot Sabahan guy you'd be longing to go NS yourself :P

But then again, who's gonna laugh when we crack up lame jokes? Or who's gonna fend off for me to escape a 'critical situation' no matter how nonsensical the reason may be.

Actually, I'm wondering, who's gonna save you from that creepy dude when he corners you for yet another droning long conversation? Omg la, I'm laughing my head off just imagining your pained expression searching for escape route.

Every once in a while, a person's lucky enough to make an unforgettable friend:
you're it for me, Crystal Chow.

All Of The Sudden I Miss Everyone

Hello world!

I'm drafting this post only because I can't stand seeing the last post as the first entry.

It makes me sad.

To make things worst, yeah, it could get worst, I'm down with a dire flu, sore throat and minor fever. Bah.

I'm under strict diet of Vitamin C's and bananas. Heehee.

ANYway...this post is to dedicated to my previous Happy Moments entry.

Have you read it?

If you're reading this, and you have not voted five times a day like Shing Vee and Joey, you should be downright ashamed of yourself.

And you call yourself a friend :( Look in the mirror wei.

How could you disappoint me like that?

My entry has once made me feel on top of the moon now sink into depressions in the bowels of the ice cream tub.

I had so much hopes when I was drafting that post. So so much expectations.

But now........

I don't even stand a winning chance for the 5k. To have a winning chance, my entry has to be in the Top10 on the 7th April 2008. But guess what??

I'm not even in the goddammit Top10!!!

Because I'm not shallow enough to vote for myself. Or to sabotage other people's chance at winning.

I want your vote. Because, I know I truly deserve it. I write good stuff which actually follow by the theme of Happy moments and not add in nonsensical topics like 'my favorite color is red' and 'I love rainbows'.

Check the current Top10 entries if you refuse to believe me. I am an accomplished blogger and by winning would boost my spirits and produce more fantastic addictive entries.

So if you wanna make my day, week and year, CLICK and VOTE. And so you know, it doesn't cost a cent to vote okay and there is a limit to vote.

No reason to be stingy with votes now is there :)

I'm just curious, is there a flaw with my entry? Is that why I ain't in Top10? Spit it out now or forever hold your peace.

On a random note, hawkers in Johor has been caught red handed cooking BANANA FRITTERS with melted plastic bottles. Not that I'm in any state for a goreng pisang snack but HOW COULD THEY?

Has Dato Chua Soi Lek thought you nuts? Secretly slipping a plastic bottle in a wok of boiling hot oil is just as bad as crime. The health hazards of eating extra crispy fried banana fritters are major okay. I'm not just making a fuss here for nothing because I know how is it like to crave for crispy banana fritters during teatime and we will somehow or rather succumb into buying them against our will.

You mean mean hawkers, shall someday receive the same fate as your customers suffer.

I've made friends with two China-rians. They're teaching me mandarin :) It's quite funny really. They're teaching me how to say umbrella with the help of MSN! I've known them for two minutes but they've already voted for me ahahaa!

Stephen King once wrote: Time takes it all. Whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away...and in the end, there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness. And sometimes we lose them there again.

Hold on tight, with all my might

I think I've delayed this post for as long as I could. I wish I could avoid it altogether but…..

I don’t want my readers to wonder to no end wondering if I fell of a swing and went tumbling into a deep state of coma, do I?

I shall bravely and courageously type this out without shedding a tear whatsoever.

To those who don’t already know, because I’ve only been lamenting about it for half a gazillion times or so, I’ll be leaving for Sabah next Tuesday. I’ll be leaving my safety, comforts of home, secured circle of friends, in trade for three months at the National Service.

Oh yes I will. I feel like I'm, walking into lion’s cage without a weapon. No, I feel like I'm being served on a dish to a lion… Gah.

Below is a list of items I will need to bring along. I’ve been racking my brains for essential and necessary items to bring. But Mum just tosses them outta my already over-the-brim luggage bag.

I already packed the ones in green. While the ones in red are what I am yet to obtain. The ones in pink are inaccessible.

Loose fitting shirts
Clothes hangers
Fork and spoon
Shower foam
Pink shampoo
My best friend in bed, Mr. Blanket
Lotion
Sunblock
Sunblock
More sunblock
A mini bucket(?)
Brush and detergent
Mobile phone & charger
Novels
Double Stuff Oreos, thank you Crystal!
Sanitary Pads
Stamps, envelopes and all you people’s house address!!!
Telephone Cards, I might have the urge to call home on weekdays :(
Nail clippers
Padlock
Vitamin C’s
Towel
A lifetime supply of maggi
Waterbottles
Toothbrush and toothpaste
Shoes
Medicines
Slippers
Alarm clock
My splendid bed
My trusty water heater
Code lock for suitcases
Stationary
Marker pen, to label my uniforms
Notebook
Backpack
Best friend, Crystal Chow

Did I leave anything out? Cos I swear my brain is so numb I can hardly think.

Lately, one too many people have been asking me about National Service.

First of all, I am very scared, I am very nervous, and I am very excited. In many perspectives.

Truth be told, I am actually very tired. I am just going to NS, expecting the worse and am going to take whatever comes flying in my face and hope for the best. I have a feeling I will get quite annoyed during the whole ordeal, but that is life so I've just got to suck it in, bear the cold waters, early mornings and go. NS may be fun (or it may not), NS may be a waste of time, but I must go through it for dad’s not gonna spit out a thousand bucks to exempt me from it, and that is that.

I swear, my mother is like a precious gem. There’s one and only one in the entire world.

Would you laugh at your daughter when she cries and grieve over her pitiable SPM results? Would you?

Because she did just that. I call her mummy. With the U not the O. She chastises me of the ‘unnecessary’ knick knack I'm bringing to Sabah claiming it’s taking up space but she packs little bags that I'll never use. She calls up all her friends whose daughters or sons went for National Service just to ask if I would need to bring a pail or what airplane I'll be taking. Or is the traditional baju a must to bring. Then she calls again to confirm whatever nonsense idea I came up with just to dishearten her from packing fifteen thousand shirts for me. Which she later on agrees with me saying only need a few la, like it was my fault, and progresses to mumble about toiletries. She tells me I'm crap at packing. She empties the entire luggage bag to discover the hidden stash of M&Ms between the folds of my shirts.

Being Cina, mum say's Milo 3in1 are a rip-off swindle.

I agree with her.

Mummy… I love you. Even when you were giving me that pep-talk about being neat and tidy, and eating my vegetable, or when you went on and on about watching my actions and speech when in the forest as there just might be sprits lurking around the corner. I kept quiet through the whole ordeal. Only because I was on the verge of crying my eyes out, and I didn’t want you to know. That woman has the power to get me into tears within a matter of seconds these days. She’s not bashful from taking full advantage of it too. I'm gonna miss you guys at home so so much la.

Even you Tall Sister :)

A place somewhere in the world

My name is Lucas Scott. I'm a senior at Tree Hill High School.

I play basketball - at least I used to. I have a girlfriend - at least I used to.

And I have a best friend.

Tree Hill is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it's a lot like your world, maybe it's nothing like it.

But if you look closer, you might see someone like you. Someone trying to find their way. Someone trying to find their place.

Someone trying to find their self.

Sometimes it seems like you are the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, unsatisfied, barely getting by. But that feeling's a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes-someone to helps us hear the music in their world, to remind us that it won't always be this way. That someone is out there.

And that someone will find you.

Quoted from TV Series, One Tree Hill.

Can I have a hug?

I have it now.

Today. About 11.15am.

In my hands..

The long awaited slip of paper with a handful of grades printed on it, my SPM results.

It's a big great sigh okay. Not something to go whooping about.

But then again, it wasn't what I expected either.

I'll just get over this in one big great breath. And hopefully, when I click the Publish Post button, I'll be tons happier.

Before I left for school, I was extremely nervous/anxious.

I was clutching my heart as if my dear life depended on it. Ironically, my life depended on it.

I had so many different emotions rolled up into a muddled tangle of a ball.

One moment I felt like peeing in my pants, the next, I wanted to barf.

For once, chocolate coated cookies did not look appealing :(

:(

Few hours ago, my head felt as if it was gonna blow up. Just like a time bomb.

Upon receiving that slip, I glanced through. It wasn't what I wanted to see.

The words on it seemed too big to fit into my eyes. They belong to some strange, heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of my head. It's like a ball coming so fast at me, again and again.

Until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside my brain. And in doing so, they split me apart.

And I cried.

Like I said, it wasn't what I expected.

Ultimately, I was unhappy.

$#TCRD^%F^*GUIH&B%$#^ IT^&)*&_*U(M*&B%!@!!!

If you remember this post or this post or THIS post.... It made all my endless effort seem feeble. and undeserving.

Barisan National, if you're taking it out on us, for the failed glamorous wipe out on the Opposition, you suck. You really really suck.


P/s: Daddy, I think you're really really sweet. Thank you for the ice cream.

CONGRATULATIONS
to those who got their string of straight A's.
to those who didn't, live with it.