In anticipation.

With a quick installation I can now blog from my tablet.

Anyhow, if secondary school were a marathon, at this point of time, it has finally come down to the last ten metres. With a final hurdle in the way, of course in the form of exams (SPM), one can't help just sprinting like a mad cow to the finish line. Cause, it has been one hell of run up to this point. Five fucking years eh? Finally.


Well, what's a race without its competitors?

When you have an Usain Bolt on your left with a handful of koko certs and a Tyson Gay on the other with a 10k scholarship to some famous university, what else is someone like me to do? A kid who has been going through the motions for years. I used to refer myself as a frog in a well (or colloquially under a tempurung), but after meeting so many different people, seeing how the actual world looks like, this frog wants to go back to his well/tempurung. I realized why ignorance is bliss.

Then, the realization hit me... You know what? Screw it!
What the hell am I to allow myself to be pressured like this?
It's not some race with others to see who finishes the fastest, ran the furthest or jumped the highest.
I'm running alone and I'll set my own pace and milestones.

So maybe I won't be the valedictorian of some esteemed instutute or create the cure of douchebag-syndrome. (unless I want to that is.)

I'm gonna finish this bloody race whether its first or last and then run wherever I set myself.

the flower

Yes, there is a flower in a quiet field
A black sheep among weeds
Taking up its lil' patch in a sea of green

A wall flower it was
But with ample sun and rain
It grew day by day
Becoming more beautiful
As it outshined the other plants
Green with envy

And from dainty it was
It became glorious
So majestic with its petals bright
And its scent so alluring

It garnered much attention
And it too was aware of itself
As many came and went
Too curious, intoxicated
Wanting a peek or a quick sniff

Now, quiet the field wasn't anymore
More and more they came and went
As the other plants got trampled
A path of crushed grass was formed
Leading visitors to the flower
They fought, they attempted stealing it
As greedy hands yearning for it potted with soil in their own homes

Hiding behind some bushes and the chaos
Crouched I observing the flower
Revelling at the sight of it form a distance
For
This all I can manage
If I were to unearth it
Put it in a pot
With my imcompetent and inexperienced hands
It surely would wilt and die
Along with its beauty
Forever gone

LOMO??

It seems that I found a new hobby. Lomography

Yeah, sure, you may have an SLR....

but do you have a Diana Mini?

Yeah, this little piece of plastic goodness does not need an ounce of electrical power believe it or not.

Costing 10 bucks per film and another to develop the film, can't say this is one of my cheapest hobbies.

I'll post some of my failed photos soon..

Philoshophical adolescence

Seriously guys. We've Plato, Socrates, Marx, Confucius.....
Famous blokes who wrote and pondered on the ways of life.

Sure, their philosophies were great and all, giving civilization the good ol' paradigm shift in the arse...
But... what about us, kids? Growing up, confused, with hormones overflowing.

Is there some kind of huge book or manuscript that contains the guidelines

on teen living?

I mean, if there were such a thing, maybe kids would stop veering off the course of life and end up effing up theirs.

Ask yourself, how did the homeless guy in the street and the guy who owns the street end up at their places?

Wealth, fame, et cetera?

The truth is, both of them came into this world sharing the same potential as the other..

and maybe, somewhere between then and now, 'snap' something happened..

Heck, what am I or others to say how not to ruin your life?

Live your life as you please i guess

Insert witty and cleverly written title here

Hey ho. the Holidays are here.
I'm sleeping and waking up whenever my body pleases...
and that never gets old.

Well, I wish I could blog 24/7 but this blogger literally has to trade an arm just to use the computer. I mean, if you think doing homework is like trading an appendage,
which I so do.

Anyway, err. I really don't have time to rant like I usually do.
Aww, I know, I wish I could but alas, Dad's pretty firm on the no enjoyment before finishing homework rule... AGH.

I've got so much crap in my head ready to be posted.
Be patient.

wah! LONG time no see.

Hehe, it seems I haven't been blogging for a LONG LONG time...
It is astounding that I haven't killed myself after being sober for almost 3 weeks...

Looks like I've set a new teenage milestone for all of the adolescent surfers out there.

Well, to tell you guys the truth, it feels that the invisible yet vast and connective world we call the internet doesn't seem alluring anymore.
In other words,
Hold your breaths!!!
I've gotten bored of the e-world.
"GASP"

Yes! I just said that.
In contrary to my age-group's stereotype,
I do not spend hours upon end commenting and counter-commenting on profiles on Facebook, or watch the never-ending stream of hilarious crap on Youtube.
I know, I sound like a lunatic. What's gotten into me?
Somebody slap the sense into this blogger.

Well, for one thing, rest assured my fellow readers, (old and new :D)
For blogging has and forever will be my favourite thing to do.
Well, one of my favourite things to do lar. Haha.

Bibliobibuli

A bibliobibuli.

A person who reads way too much.

Yes, my name is KJ,
and I'm a bookaholic.

This might seem over exagerative but I love books.
They're my ecstasy.
Unlike sniffing glue or smoking,
the only bad things that are associated with this addiction
are spoilt eyesights and marred social skills.

Hehe.

I've spent so many hours with my nose in books.
Every time I start reading,
I risk never stopping.
It's so bad that
I have to pry my fingers off my books because I need sleep.
Sure,
call my queer addiction stupid or nerdy.
See if I give a horse's ass.
Well, here are some books that I have read worth mentioning. (chronologically ordered of course)

Here is Peter. Peter is here.
Here is Jane. Jane is here.
I like Peter. I like Jane.
I like Peter and Jane.
These were the first words of my first book.

(Mom's choice)I never liked Harry Potter.

Prior to reading this, I never knew that the 'F' word

was used in books.

From the cover to the end- NICE

I highly recommend this. (I made Boon a fan)

This was really long but not long enough.

Yes, I read the book.
Now stop looking at me like that.

My current book. Lovely.

It's about a girl who is...

oh! Just watch the movie.

Another week bites the dust

Hello, life's returning to normal again.
The usual long hours in class, the usual occasional 'yam cha' (tea-drinking) session after, the usual walk back home, and the usual attempt at making the most of the remaining day.
Ahhh,
You can actually hear yourself dying.
Well, from a weird point of view,
we literally are dying by the second.
Which really puts this into perspective:
did you just waste those precious seconds of your ever decreasing life bar?

Well, better make the best of it while you can,

believe me, if otherwise, you'll be an old man/woman who does nothing but regret as you sit and try as hell to remember what you had for breakfast, what did you want to say or why did you enter the room you're in.

Yes, it's strange, but I like to talk about life. I know, for my tender age I should be talking about girls, sports, video games, the latest song (auto-tune and all) reverberating through our radios.

Well, I'm not your usual 16 year old.
For me, I tend to side-step from the natural flow of life -play the role of the third party observer. And of course, with my other coordinator: Foong!

We share our toughts about how life is supposed to be lived. How stupid that most 'life livers' are being trapped like birds in cages or cars on a track. Here's an analogy. Think of life as a road. Connecting point A and point B. Of course, 'A' meaning birth and 'B' death.
Well, are you just going to become another car stuck in the jam?

NO.

This morning

This morning,
I woke up,
Feeling like a bird,
Flying, soaring endlessly,
Through the misty clouds,
Over green tree-tops,
Under the sky blue sky,
To be free from the chains,
Of school and routine,
Oh,
If only this could last forever.

This morning,
I did not moan,
As my fingers slammed the 'snooze' button,
I did not rush out of bed,
I did not don my shirt and slacks,
Instead,
I took my time,
Like a snail,
Oblivious to what is slow or what is fast,

This morning,
For once,
I looked out the window,
Stunned,
That this beauty,
Never before noticed,
Was so near,
So right-there,
As it remained just out of range,
Of the narrow and tunneled vision of,
other rushers alike.

So,
I learned to,
Let time run its unrelenting course,
Like a river,
Flowing regardless,
Be a fish,
And swim in the forthy current of time,
Be a twig,
And succumb to the flow,
Or
Be a rock,
And let the twigs and fish alike,
Go along their paths,
As you just sit and watch,
Stationary,
Unaffected by the unmerciful stream of time.
Whether I choose to be a slave of it,
That's a choice.
What are you?

Form 4

Oops, looks like I haven't been blogging lately.
Well, looks like after a week long hiatus, I am back.

Hmm, the first wave of tests is finally over.
How I did?
Err,
well, all I can say is, I'm new in Form 4, I haven't got used to this new environment
and I need time adapting here.
Seriously,
Form 4 is a strange and wonderful world.
We're not in Kansas anymore that's for sure.
The word easy is somehow non-existent here.
If I were to sum it all up in a short and concise equation,

2(math)+3(science)+moral(wtf?)+400(esei)-seni=Form4

So, lets hope I'll be able to survive in this whole new alien world.
Well, I haven't a choice do I?
Still, live or die, as long as I'm doing it with my friends. (que 'aww')

Teach me, not test me.

Well. Haha. Looks like I haven't been blogging much.
I sincerely apologize..
It's that time again.
We'll be facing
Tests, tests and tests.
That's how Malaysian schools roll.
Instead of studying day in and day out so that we'll know which answer to blacken or what to fill in an essay, shouldn't we for once, learn?
That's the very core of schooling systems right.
Have you ever read the Falsafah Pendidikan Negara?
It's like a fictional long baseless sentence that is put up for show.

Well, I can't do anything right? I'm merely a pawn or a guinea pig, a subject of an experiment as our leaders poke and prick at us to see what works and what doesn't.
Sigh,
what a sombre post.
So, in order to level up the emotional scale of this post, here is my uncle's beagle... Milo!!


Oh my god. Effing cute is an understatement. It is gushing like a fountain with adorableness.

The blog choice of adults

Yello.

Looks like I'm about to gain a new colour to my spectrum of readers.

Yes, that was fast huh?

Just the other night, an ADULT, Yup, approached me (on her own will!!) and enquired about my blog.

Looks like my dream of professionalizing my blog is finally materializing in front of me.

OH yeah!!!!!!!

Blow the balloons! Put up the streamers! Pop the champagne!

Ok lar, fine, it sounds to good to be true anyway.

That so called certified adult was my

MOM

Yes. Well, err, uh.

I guess 3 abbreviated little words can sum up my situation.

FML

Haha. Oh well.

So. Note to my new soon-to-be reader.

Hi Mummy!! You are reading your son's blog.

How did ja find it? Tough eh, my URL.

Well, this is where I write about things.

I have many readers, I think.

So, err, feel free to drop your comments. Just don't embarrass me ok?

And yeah, of course, I only post after I've finished my homework.

-KJ

Wednesday- Wakes up at 12

It feels nice waking up and knowing most of my friends just finished 7 periods of lessons (plus rehat).

Oh, yup. I didn't go to school today.
I was down with a fever and I called in sick.
Err, well, I called Kok Ming to tell him that I was sick. At least he'll be able to satisfy the
'Where is Chuas'.
At least my sudden (Innocent) absence will not be marred with suspicions of truancy/ponteng.
I hope.

Well, for how I got sick. Heheh.
FYI, shit happens to me regularly.
I've been trudging through shit all my life.
But hey, that's life right?
We'll just have to face them.
Get them f*cking done and over with
And emerge victorious (of course while cracking dirty jokes and rolling cigarette leaves)
...
Before the next wave shit happens.

So, que flashback! (ala 3rd person. I have serious time to kill anyway.)

"No, don't get any heavier!" he pleads as he looks up to the cloud filled sky that is bombarding the residents of Cheras with rain.

"BOOM," his prayers are replied almost sadistically as thunder and lightning rage above him as if saying "Hah, yeah right"

"Fuck!" He shouts back uselessly at the clouds.
Knowing starting verbal fights with mother nature will not do him any good, nor results, our
intrepid, stupid and stubborn blogger, armed with only an umbrella embarks on his journey. To where you might ask?
A place of tutelage: MC.
A place where one gets the privilege of joy
Whilst learning the ins and outs of language
With the comfort of friends, 3 air conditioning units and a quick sighting of someone :)
All under the guidance of a seriously damn good teacher: sir

Then it hits him. 3 air conditioning units!
With the drenched clothes on his back, he knows he'll probably last a few minutes in a room
with a steady flow of frigidly cold air supplied by 3 bloody air cons before he becomes an icicle.

Of course, his grim realisation couldn't have come earlier.
Having already made it to the foot of Fresh Hill, he cannot do anything but walk in the direction he originally set.
"Oh well" he mutters to himself. A chuckle and a grin later, he walks shielding himself from the downpour only with a flimsy umbrella, a string of comforting sms-es and a rose-coloured attitude.

Well, it ends with him returning home sick, cold and tired.
Oh well.
Shit happens.

Life begins at 3am

Yes.
It's 3 in the morning.
Yes.
Normal people would be sleeping at this time.
Yes.
Even the noisy and drunk hokkien speaking uncles across the road have gone to bed.
Yes.
School starts tomorrow.
Yes.
I should sleep.
Yes.
I really should sleep.
Then.
What am I doing up?
Seriously.
Shouldn't I be running in a field full of daffodils and petunias now?
Well.
It's because I can't.
I do.
I really do want to sleep.
Sleep.
Is what I want,
But I can't.
I have a condition.
Diagnosis?
Caffeine induced insomnia.
Coffee.
Did I think twice when I gulped it down?
No.
Did I foresee a night full of tossing and turning?
No.
Was I aware of an impending battle as I subjugate my body to succumb to sleep.
No.
Have I learned my lesson?
Yes.
Oh well.
Dumb ass.

A Tigerish Year

My piggy bank got fatter, my table is littered with red packets, my throat's sore and scratchy,
the fridge is overflowing with mandarin oranges and the smell of gun powder is in the air.
Ahhhhh,

That's right, Chinese New Year just came, (in a huge ballyhoo of firecrackers, pounding drums, sweet and sour yee sang, curious relatives and the whole nine yards) and left us a whole new year to look forward to.

So, how was it for you guys?

For me, it was like any chinese new year I had celebrated before.
I had to face..

THE RELATIVES

Like any Malaysian holiday, most of my friends will be visiting their if not, their parents' home towns but it's slightly different for me.
What I'm trying to say is, what if the grandma, the matriarch of the family, the nucleus the clan is living in the guest room right under the very same roof as you?
Then, may Choy San, the God of Prosperity have mercy on you as you'll be facing wave after wave of kukus, ku changs, kao foos, tai kau foos, kau moes, ah yees from every corner of Malaysia. Oh GOD, was that a mouthful.

Well, sure, the money comes to you but it really is double edged.
For one thing, you can kiss that peace and silence you revel in good bye.
Every car that honks on our gate will be a relative you forgot what to call.
And what if the language spoken isn't universal?
You'll be waking up to languages not used to and communication will be something so jumbled up because while you grew up, you sort of cut off my mother tongue.

Well, that's what I endure every time the season comes.
Though it may seem stressful the chaos can sometimes be fun to deal with.
Have a happy new year...