Twisted Reflection

One created a spontaneous plan to which this author responded to and indeed shared a heartfelt moment of camaraderie, one that was long overdue but appreciated nonetheless. At the end of it all, only smiles remained and true friendship reaffirmed.

Another discusses plans earlier, yet remaining aloof with indecisiveness leading to the inability of this author to properly coordinate a coherent model of sequences. In that hour of indecisiveness new plans are made and old ones discarded as nothing without much thought or care and in the end only anger and disappointment remain.

Two people, held dear to one, and yet two very different choice of actions. This author sees it now, and wonders how such events unfolded like twisted reflections after all.

Reliving Childhood

I was browsing some online forums today when I came across a topic titled 90's kids which sparked some interest in me. The topic starter basically put in a list of things that most if not all children born in the early 90's and late 80's would be familiar with and it got me rethinking about what an interesting childhood my peers and I probably had back then. Try seeing how many items in this list were applicable to yourself, it might just take you down memory lane.

You're a 90s kid if,


You remember watching:

-Kenan and Kel
-Doug
-Ren & Stimpy
-Pinky and the Brain
-AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
-Rockos modern Life
-Animaniacs
-Gargoyles
-Tom and Jerry [when they didnt talk]
-Hey Arnold
-Out of the Box
-Bear in the Big Blue House

Youve ever ended a sentence with the word PSYCHE!
You just cant resist finishing this . . . In west Philadelphia born and raised...

You remember:

-Step by Step
-Family Matters
-Dinosaurs
-Boy Meets World

You remember when it was actually worth getting up early
on a Saturday to watch cartoons.

When everything was settled by:

-rock paper scissors or
-bubble gum bubble gum in a dish or
-miss mary mack

When kick ball was something you did everyday!!

You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time on a tape.

You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.

You always wanted to send in a tape to Americas Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.

You remember watching:

-The Magic School Bus
-Wishbone
-Reading Rainbow
-Ghostwriter on PBS

You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.

And you played with Silly Puddy and Sticky Tac that you stole from the teachers walls.

You remember those Wheres Waldo books.

Those awesome buzz lightyear shoes that light up.

You remember eating Warheads and Splashers Gum

You remember watching:

-The 1st Batman
-Aladdin
-Ninja Turtles
-Ghost Busters
-Spider-Man
-X-men
-Beetleborgs
-Are Your Afraid Of The Dark ?
-GooseBumps


You Remember Fox Kids !


You remember Ring Pops!!!

If you remember when every thing was da BOMB!
You remember boom boxes . vs.
cd players

You played and/or collected Pogs

You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere u went

You watched the original cartoons of

-Rugrats
-Wild Thornberrys
-Power Rangers
-Rocket Power.

All your school supplies were Lisa Frank brand

If you collected those:

-Beanie Babies
-Yu Gi Oh and Pokemon cards
-Coins with the states on them
-Carebears
-Silver dollars, which were cool to have
-Everyone watched the WB

If you even know what an original walkman is..

You know the Macarena by heart

Talk to the hand. . .enough said.

You went to McDonalds to play in the play place

..Before the MySpace frenzy.....

Before the Internet & text messaging ......

Before Sidekicks & iPods .

Before PlayStation3 or X-BOX 360

Before Spongebob .....

When light up sneakers were cool and you had spiral spring shoelaces

When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs

When gas was $1.

When we recorded stuff on VCR

You had slap bracelets!

And When The WWE Was Called WWF !

You Actually played outside until it was dark!

Way back-Before we realized all this would eventually disappear

[End Copy]

So how much of that list applied to you? 90's kids stand up!

Lamentations

So recently I've just concluded a week of exams and I'll just have to endure one more week of hell before I can once again regain my social life. I was completely and utterly destroyed by Friday's chemistry paper with stochiometry (calculation) questions that had harder mathematical problems than math itself. Left me in a foul mood afterward with a spoiled weekend and an anti social nature.

Speaking of anti social behaviour, I've noticed that I am no longer as bubbly and chatty or friendly with everyone as I was for the greater whole of the year. I have gone from Mr Chatterbox trying to make as many friends as possible to Mr Recluse keeping to myself and a few key friends lately. That's bad, that ain't healthy and I do not like it. The college year started with such a big bang with so much fun and excitement so what happened now?

I do have my regrets sometimes for not making a greater effort to be friendlier with some of my AUSMAT mates, or maintaining close relationships with them as juggling between groups became harder and harder as group cohesion became tighter. Eventually I had to stick with some or lose everyone. Another regret was not making a greater effort to become close to the March intake students whom all seem like really great people but sadly I am not really acquainted with them save a few key individuals once again.

Another important thing to keep in mind is how lax and complacent I've gotten throughout the course of the year. I was living eleven months of extended perpetual honeymoons without realising that so much time had flown by so quickly. I definitely plan to join multiple extra curricular clubs again and feel like I have some worth and responsibilities like I used to have and juggle insanely during my High School years. The sense of accomplishment back then leaves me with nostalgia now as I think back of my former glory. No matter, there is still time to undo that mistake. I just needed an extended break from all that nonsense and stress. The important thing however is the experience I had gained from my year of fun and joy in AUSMAT, seeing a greater part of the real world and growing up and that is ultimately priceless.

When the exams are over the only time I shall ever see my coursemates again is during the Awards Night on the 19th. There I shall take as many pictures with every single friend and acquaintance I've made throughout the year, the majority of which I doubt I shall ever see again after this as we all go our seperate ways and migrate to distant shores. It is sad really, the feeling of growing up and seperating when I don't feel all that grown up inside yet. Deep down inside, I'm still very much attached. I'm still a child, the only child.

The Terror of Reality

Something happened to me yesterday. Something terrible. Okay not THAT terrible but it was traumatizing. No I was not raped/beaten up or anything of that sort. I shall begin my story with a simple recollection of the afternoon.

So there I was sitting the living room watching MTV and other related garbage when suddenly a shrill siren wailed on and on. The noise began wearing on my nerves and I began phasing out the sound from my ears as it got more and more annoying. Without warning, my dad came running down the stairs and out of the house. My mom asked me to follow saying the neighbour had just called and told us that the alarms at her house were going off and asked if we could investigate as she was out (her alarm system is linked to her ipod/cellphone/blackberry or something).

I then dashed out after my father and when we arrived at the neighbours place we unlocked the doors and were greeted by their dog. The alarm went off by itself a short while later. Seeing nothing out of place we began growing complacent and my dad suggested that it was a false alarm.

As soon as he said that two burly and large sized Middle Eastern/Arabian/Iranian guys came out of the house and gave us the shock of our lives and we seemed to startle them as well. I began yelling to my dad to call the police and we tried making as much noise as possible to alert the neighbours. The two burglars shouted some random gibberish back at us and ran past me before leaping over the walls like Olympic high jumpers.

Without warning a purple Proton Waja/Gen 2/Saga drove by and they immediately hopped in before speeding off down the lane. I managed to glimpse their car number shortly before the car went out of view, WRM 4636. They also left a glove behind in their haste to escape. The police arrived 10 minutes later. The master bedroom of the house was broken into but fortunately it seemed like nothing was lost except a door which was broken.

To all residents in the SS 18 region of Subang Jaya take note, there is a bunch of Iranian/Middle Eastern burglars on the loose around these parts and they have broken into multiple multiple houses over the last couple of months stealing countless valueables. They drive in a purple proton, one of the new models and they have a female accomplice with them.

Be very careful, their modus operandi includes patrolling with their car, before targetting a house and parking some distance away before they send in a squad of two to infiltrate your house. No lock or door is going to save your house as my neighbours house is reinforced with multiple padlocks and deadbolts but they still managed to break through every single defense, possibly with the use of a corrosive agent or an electrical saw. You have been warned.

Later in the night I was invited by Chiet to watch some football at Asia Cafe. Liverpool thrashed Manchester United, alot of people weren't too happy that night.

I knew right then, in your own way you cared about me too. But, that's as far as it would go between me and you.

The End of Another Chapter

Yesterday I went to class for the last time. Ausmat is officially over and I will never get to experience it again from today onwards. No more lessons, no more lecturers, just an incoming examination in the not so distant horizon awaiting me. Funny, I felt rather sad as I said my last good byes, more so than even during my departure from Secondary school. I guess I was just settling down and getting really used to everyone and the lecturers when all of a sudden its all over.

I took the opportunity to take multiple photos with my classmates for this last day of class. Some of us even had lunch with the Psychology Lecturer Ms Jessie at McDonalds. It was good to finally have a normal decent chat about topics other than psychology. There is a fear in me now, a fear of what tomorrow may bring, my tertiary education and the exams that come with it. What awaits me now? So much is at stake on this final examination and with a final screwup there can be no turning back, no second chances. The pressure is immense, the fear is intense.

Fortunately though there is still one final event, an awards night whereby I will get one final chance to see everyone once again, one last time. I know not how many of them I shall remain in contact with, or if I will ever see half of them again but it represents my final opportunity to just take a few pictures, share a few laughs and enjoy everyones company for the last time. Maybe a select few will remain my friends from now till the hereafter. We may never know.

The Journey to the Mountains

Some of you may be wondering what in freaking blazes is up with my over the top title. Or maybe you aren't doesn't matter to me either way, rhetorical question. Anyway a few Friday's ago during Ausmat's pathetic excuse of a "holiday break" I decided to excuse myself of a day of class to go up, into the mountains. With some friends of course. Not just any mountain mind you, but one of sinful pleasure, where the rich get richer and everyone else gets a whole lot poorer and inevitably kicks the bucket in unrestrainable shame. That's right we went to the city of entertainment, we went to Las Vegas! Like hell we did, we went to the cheap imitation of Las Vegas, Genting Highlands.

In the twilight morn (the type of morning that isn't quite so different from night), I arose and stretched my magnificent form out of bed to prepare to head to Siew Lee's place wherein her gracious father would be so kind as to transport the whole lot of us to KL Sentral whereby we would hitch a ride on a disco stick and fly off to Neverland. I had to pick up Erik Gan first however and as such I left my house at 6.15 (?) to pick up this crony of mine.

Fast forward to the future, we are at KL Sentral. We are awed by the sights and sounds of the city. We are also lost as hell. Imagine my shock and disappointment when I realised my disco stick ride was nothing more than a common bus. After purchasing the tickets we proceeded to have breakfast at that obese inducing franchise chain McDonalds before walking and talking aimlessly for the next 2 hours whilst waiting for the bus to arrive.

After multiple hijackings of completely wrong buses, we finally settled ourselves in and proceeded with our journey, into the mountains. Our journey continued with us taking the Cable Car up into the highlands itself and it was a nerve wrecking experience for some of us. We decided to entertain ourselves by randomly screaming gibberish and greetings at people in the opposite cable cars, just for kicks.

To summarise our adventure there, we went through an expensive theme park and got ourselves wet in the process with Erik and myself being wet in the most...unconventional of places (hint,hint). We also treated ourselves to some overpriced lunch (RM 15 Wantan Mee Noodles anyone?) as well as a host of other minor things. The day turned out to be a blast and before long we were on the bus home. Needless to say, it was indeed a day of fun and adventure, one of the many I've had this holidays. I'm enjoying the night life. Correction, I'm enjoying life.

Author's note: The following were the emotions felt before the onslaught of lousy results tore apart the brief and fragile fantasy the individual at hand was living in.

Can-of-whoopass Birthday

So only recently one of my besties Dic Vinn finally hit puberty and is now 18 years old officially. Which means he's now an adult. Which means he can now fool around and do jack shit like myself and be held accountable for his own actions. Which means, party time! So on Tuesday we held this small dinner for him at this restaurant chain opened by Roger Kwok to compete with Bosco Wong's Kim Gary's. For the uninformed those happen to be movie stars that earn big bucks the likes of which you may never attain in your lifetime. Hong Kong movie stars to be precise.

So as part of his birthday, the restaurant gave him a free drink, a bucket load of mudwater. Nah not really, but it was similar enough from an aesthetic point of view. It was like the biggest cup in the bloody world, complete with scoopers for us all to drink, on demand of course as Dic Vinn was too young to commit suicide from ingesting the entire content of that "bucket" that would've blown a new asshole through anyones stomach.

Irregardless, on Friday we had another surprise in store for this friend of mine. Basically we would head out from Subang Jaya to Kota Kemuning as early as 11 pm. At night. To Kota Kemuning. Did I mention it was at night? So for the first time I got to drive like the Mat Rempits of legend on the highway and laugh and laugh and laugh through the night. Well, probably not to that extent but it was similar enough. Our navigator Andrea however received some wrong directions and we went off course into some god forsaken wilderness in the unfamiliar urban jungle that was Kota Kemuning.

Did I mention Sung Lin and Wei Shen also got lost along the way, having their car's engine stall and what not. They eventually ended back in Subang and made a huge detour back to where we were whilst we helped ourselves to some McDonalds. Fast forward to the relevant point, we arrived at Dic's house and created a huge uproar in the otherwise quiet neighbourhood in the dead of night. The neighbour's and their dogs were probably cursing us discretely or otherwise. The sight of a bunch of kids gathering outside with their vehicles in a nearby field with packs of candles would be the perfect fish bait for our ever hungry police officers to pick a bone of contention with us. Like we gave a flying damn.

And so, surprise him we did, in the dead of night by spamming his door bell to Kingdom Come and back and screaming the birthday song in unison with a half melted cake dripping with candle wax from the dying candles. Delightful. And with that, once again I say, Happy Birthday Dic Vinn. Time to get laid. ;)

Author's note: You may have noticed my relaxed stance on grammar and the lack of formality in this post. It is entirely intentional, you are not hallucinating. Continue enjoying the drug that is my writing and have a nice day.