Wednesday, August 10, 2011

What If

What if I insists on my dream?

What if I married to her?

What if I dare to make the first move on her?

What if I didn't lost her?

Yes, once a few moments in our life, we often asked ourselves, what if.

What if my mum is still alive?

I still will be loved. When I come back home, there's someone in the house, waiting for me to hear how my days are. There is a reason to take time and call home and have a heartfelt chat. There is someone who always stand by yourself, guiding you to the ray of light. There is someone who is going to shout at me and nagging me for being so lazy. My grades will be better. I'll be more happier. She'll be proud of me as I finally make it to the top. She'll be happier, as her worries for her youngest son ceased. And there is communication within the family. A happy family that we all ever wanted.

Sadly, all of us have to wake up from a deep moment of what if. We all knew it isn't going to be real. And we took a long sigh, wishing things could be different. Could be better. But no one knows the alternate version of your life, will be better.

1:32 PM

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Stranded in India ( Act 1 of the Series )

Let's cut all the chase. We went to LCCT, board on a plane, and sat in it for 5 hours and voila! there goes!

The first thing we saw, very welcoming.

We kinda lost of finding a metro but we still get it together and find our way. But once we got from the airport, you can feel the heat, literally. Like a huge hot waves just bestowed on you.

BANG. The streets is so dark, there is like rubbish everywhere and there is like people sleeping on the streets. I mean, that is something you don't see everyday in Malaysia. I clenched my hand tightly over the rickshaw. Yes, we were scared, hopeless and freaked out. And then, the rickshaw stopped, pointing us to a small alley. It was pretty dark back then, so we werem't sure what it is, we are like where are we? what the fuck. The cycle rickshaw man kept telling us go in but we weren't convinced, there is this man coming up asking us to go in and offered Rs 400 for help, but we said is fine and get together and march in. Thank god we saw the sign. We went in, met a couple from England. There is actually two hostels named Smyle Inn, but we booked wrongly and there is no room left, so we forced to stay in My Inn. Rs 2ooo for two rooms per night. Since it was late and we need a place to crush in, we took the offer and stayed there.

You can see how fucked up we are.

10:05 AM

Why India? ( Prologue of the Series )

People A : "GO INDIA AH? WHY? SO NOT SAFE!! 18 DAYS SUMMORE!? INDIA WHERE GOT GOOD OH. SO DANGEROUS. DON'T WANT LAR."

Aunty B : "EH, GO TAIWAN BETTER. INDIA VERY UNDEVELOPED YOU KNOW."

And so many opinions ( negative thoughts ) about India. But, they are wrong. In fact, India is such a wonderful place that I would to go there again.

It all started when we're hanging in McDonalds, bollocking how boring our gap year is and we didn't fulfill our promises we made back in Form Six, so the idea of going backpacking surfaced. First, we voiced out possible location. Bali and Thailand was put on the table ( We do have money issues ), but since we wanted an adventure, India surfaced. It is one of the spiritual places in the entire world ( Hinduism and Buddhism begins in here, maybe Islam too ), and it is well, sad to put it, not so developed, why not?

The plan was put forward. The original team consists of LC, WC, Ivan and me, since we're the ones who's been hanging around. We spread the news to others and set up a page in Facebook under the name Backpacking to India. Everything is finalised. The team consists of The Leader - Long Choy, The Camera Man - Benjamin, The Financial Advisor - ST, The Big Hearted Afro - Ivan and me, pretty much The Voice and The Joker - Wen Chiang.

Oh well, things isn't going the smooth you see. WC cannot join in the fun due to personal reasons and so we have to left him back in Malaysia which prompted us to do the picture of the decade "Wish You Were Here' which I'll posting on the relevant post. So, five boys head on east? and fly to the heart of culture, India.

9:36 AM

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Dreams

Every walking souls has a dream. Dream to be big, dream to be famous, dream to be love. Dreams is the part that keep us hold together, breath a little more, stay health, to see our dreams become reality.

For some, dreams come true. And they couldn't be happier. But for others, dreams is just dreams, it only comes when the earth is basked with moonlight and a good night sleep. Some people don't aware that dreams are pulling the trigger of their life. If make a decision to be one step closer to your dream, your dream shaped your personality, your point of views and even your heart.

One should know that dream and reality exist as a parallel line. For those who are lucky, those lines, will be intertwine. But for most of us, it doesn't.

If dreams is so little that can be obtained, it wasn't a dream, it is a task. Dream is something you thought you need a little push, a little luck, a little hard work to be there.

12:23 PM

Saturday, August 6, 2011

5 Years Later

Can you imagine that? What are you going to end up with? Who you are together with? Who's left you and what you have been through. Only if I know how to see the future.

I still remember 5 years before. I am a 15 years old, hot blooded, testosterone filled, energized and dumb teenager. Those are the best time of my life. It is the beginning of a new chapter of life. The bully stopped picking up on me. I started to have friends, friends that I hold till the end, till now. My grades got better, things started to flow with me. I am happy. I am no longer the nerd kid who hates on his life every fucking day. Also, mum is there. She is there for me.

5 years later,

The 15 years old teenager wouldn't imagine how life turns out for him. On the age of 16, he finally went out from the country, set on a plane and flew to the golden heart of Asia. When he was 17, he finally lost someone that is so precious in his life, someone that always been with him since the beginning. He finally learnt how to deal with his own life when he was 18 and it was 19, he tasted the highs and the lows of his life.

Only if he could see, the depths of his own future and how funny fate has been.

In the present, he predicted, 5 years later,

He is a happy man with a life saving job that got him up in the morning and send me home with a great satisfaction. He is seeing someone else, someone that he couldn't stop smiling when thinking about it. His relationship with his family has reconciled, everyone happy with what they have. He's been backpacking since and love every minutes of it. One of his best friends will become a successful chartered accountant/auditor and works in a good firm. Another has become a dentist and married his high school sweetheart. One becomes a lawyer and living a life with his fiance. The in born performer has found his way to the limelight, the girl he best friend with is one of the top achiever in her prospective field and the girl who doesn't know she have it all, find the right guy and married him.

5 years later, what'll you be?

9:05 AM

Friday, June 24, 2011

The Things We Did Together

Look at those crazy things we did back then and look I transformed from an introvert nerdy boy to an outspoken, outrageous, angry man. LOL.

I miss my bio class where I can kick in and sleep.

I miss my chem class where I ignored it most of the time.

I miss maths class where I get all my juicy story fix.

I miss my PA class where I talk crap with Pn.Lam.

I miss my MUET class where I can don't do anything.

ARGH!!! Dissection, Plant's sample collection, Insect's collection, Lower Sixth Camp, MUET Night, Telematch. Noooo!

How nice if I could turn back time. My grades could be greater thou. LOL.

1:24 AM

Monday, June 20, 2011

IELTS

So, IELTS. I took IELTS in the first place because I thought I am going to AUS ( which proven to be JUST a dream. ). I sighed up for a short course in Stamford College which costs about RM600, which doesn't help much. ( The only thing I find helpful is our listening exercise & a few of speaking test that we done. ) Our test is on 7th of May, includes all 4 tests ( the normal like writing, listening, speaking and reading. )

So, before the test, we studied not very hard. Mind you, is a language test, I think the only right thing I did is, I done all the listening exercises. I don't even write an essay, I just read them. Probably that I am too lazy. Out of the blue, WH got a call back from home saying that his listening has been postponed to Monday, which caused a small riot among us. LC called back home and found out that his test also postponed to Sunday and mine was rescheduled to Monday too. But, we decided we should ask the authority whether we can performed all the test in the same time ( like we have been told to. )

So, we woke up in the morning, the test is about 9.00am but we required to report/register in 8.00am in Corus Hotel ( which located very near to KLCC ). About 8.00am ( I think we arrived later than that ), we arrived on our test centre, there is like a bunch of people waiting on the outside. Then, we were ushered in to register for our test. I got the number 1005. We proceeded to another counter which requires all of us to hand in all of our possession. We only allowed to bring our own IC. Oh yea, we asked the authority whether we can have our speaking test on the same date because we are from other states. And thank god, she said yes and that she'll rearrange the time for us.

So, I followed the group to our test hall which is a big ballroom. My seat was on the fifth row, which is quite near to the screen, but the ballroom is equipped with plasma tv and good stereo, so I think gov should copy what the IELTS test been doing. You must provide good environment to all the candidates. ( I know we are paying for the test, which is RM570). A guy was sitting beside me, he is from China, I can tell by his accent. We were informed for the rules and the test kick start with listening test. The track is only played once, so I was like so damn focus on the entire time. The only thing I did wrong is the date part, where we are required to put down the exact answer, I missed that part. Then, we proceeded to reading test. Reading test was so much easier, although the paragraph is more harder than MUET, but better than the exercises that I been doing. The last test was writing. I admit, I hate writing so much. The first essay we need to explain the trend of books being bought in a country ( which is similar to our MUET test. ), ditto that. The second essay is on environment issues which I gave in a neutral stand.

On my writing test, they told me that my speaking test has been pushed to the same time on 5pm. Lucky. So after the test, we went around shopping in KLCC, LC gone in first about 1pm. WH test is on 3pm, but I tagged along anyway. Not long after WH's test, it was my turn. I was quite surprised. I went into the room, my examiner is a Hispanic look old lady with white curly hair. I took a deep breath and then the test began. She asked me where I am from, do I like animals? and do I love receive or giving gifts. The only thing I remember is that I told her I love to receive gifts, because I love to receive handmade gifts. Or what so ever. We proceeded to part two, which is the most unlucky part of my exam. I was given a question. Describe a favorite room of yours during your childhood. I was like GODDAMNFUCKIT!!!!!!!! My mind was out for a few seconds and the next thing I knew, the time is up and I am required to speak. The whole part I was stuck. I quickly gave in the points and then found myself with no words to utter. Shit. She then took control and then lead me to the third part. The third part is even more worst. She asked question like your own personal space vs the limited living space now. Utter bullshit. I don't even reckon those questions will be asked in the first place. I knew I was going to fail badly for this test.

Then we went home. 2 weeks later, I checked my email and voila! I got band 7.5. You know, I was going to like cry. Finally I can prove that I am not a bad English user. Fuck that MUET. My speaking test got band 6. I guess that old lady is being nice. Good karma for you. LOL.

And for those people out there, IELTS is so so so much easier than MUET. That is my opinion, not sure about others. MUET is a stupid test anyway.

7:04 AM

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