No Project No Work!

Today marks the end of the Project Work journey for the freshmen here, in Innova. At first you dread of it, but when it happens, you wanted more.

If you were thinking about the picture above, I have nothing to say. XD

While some of us are happy that this horrific journey has finally come to its demise, some are saddened by the fact that the exhilarating journey, of trying to meet deadlines, giving top notch work and being constantly rejected, is fading away.

I’m sure most of us would say “Oh yeah, PW has made me learnt alot of things...blablabla...” There are some who say otherwise. I support both.

We can’t deny the fact that it is a tough journey. I mean, some of us are stuck with what Zailan would say Ignorant people. I say they are just “Idiotic people who can’t judge for themselves what is better for the group or for themselves.”

So that aside, I still remember my group’s first out-of-school meeting. Yes, I was from school and came all the way, travelled those long distances, across the vast land of plains just to reach the Woodland Civics Centre Library. Hahax XD

Then there was a time in June, when excessive research became mandatory for our work. The National Library literally serves as a Cell that kept us in all the time, except for Lunch. Some... were not too happy that we stayed there till the library closed.

Okay, I’m not really a tyrant.

But I feel that the zealous me that was attached to doing well for both the group and the grades is fading... I feel somewhat afraid that there is no longer PW to blame on the sleepless nights other than to blame STUDIES!

Okay, so what’s left in the past is past, let bygones be bygones. I loved Project Work because of my group mates.  Right now, I must make sure that I study hard, so that regardless of me being promoted or not, I’m gonna do well for  A levels. (Study hard??? FAT HOPE SLIM CHANCE!!!) muahahaha~

Turn Back The Pendulum III

Back in 2004

The Saga unfolds. Darkness finally found its way to his heart and soon swallowed it whole. Blinding him from the light...

The incipient of a series of unfortunate events began when he met Snake, Jo The Pierrotic Devil, and Red (Jun Kai, Jorelle and Haqim). Together, they tainted each other's heart with more darkness. They were agents of chaos, wrecking havoc to the school without any care.

Once, they attacked the prefects who were on duty, to stir them up. They went around depleting the school's fire extinguishers. On another event, he helped to break the fire alarm, causing a false emergency. Committing more than 10 'school crimes', they somehow managed to escape the clutches of the Discipline Master and the other HODs.

However, an incident in 2004 showed him something. While he was walking the path of darkness and ever going deeper with each fleeting year, an incident showed him the silver lining in the black skies. He graduated from his primary school, with his heart torn between Revenge, Hatred and a slight glimmer of Hope.

Light exist even in the darkest moments. And even in the darkest heart, there exist a shimmer of light that doesn't go out...
(to be continued)

Turn Back The Pendulum II

Back in 2002

The topaz andalusian sun sets at the periphery of the battlefield. Scorched by the heat of the evening sun, his battle with the others prolonged. He saw his rival standing at the corner of the battlefield. His rival was determined not to get his hands dirty. Despite knowing that his match between himself and his rival would not be staged that evening, he continued fighting. By the end of dusk, he walked out of the battlefield. Neither as a winner, nor a looser but as a handicapped person who had his shoulder severed. That evening, he came home with a haemorrhage on his knees and elbows. This injuries were however insignificant as compared to the severed shoulder. He had fractured his collar bone. The nerves of his right arm onwards had all been weaken to the point where even lifting a finger would hurt. The excruciating pain was unlike any that he had felt. None of those there could help him. They did not understand the pain. The concern of his friends could only comfort him so much. The suggestions to numb the pain had only made his situation worst. Like a man who collapsed and had the ladder fall onto him. In this midst of a confusion of a fight, he came home with a vengeful heart. He had become an avenger.

It was in 2002, where he started having evening tuitions in school. But on that fateful night, he had decided to visit a nearby open space instead of his tuition. Upon arrived, a few of his friends were already in the sparring ground. Excited, he joined in too. As foolish as he was excited, he fought on top of the highest balancing beam present, 1.5 meters off the ground. Unfortunately for him, he lost his balance in the battle, and fell a terrible fall. Ever since that day, his heart beats for revenge, hatred and angst fuelled him to seek for the person whom had backstabbed him and severed his shoulder and with it, his writing arm.

Turn Back The Pendulum I

The pendulum swings in an unfamiliar direction. The journey continues, the saga unfolds right before our eyes.

But for the time being, 'Father Time' brings us back... To a brief moment of time, opening a window to, not all but, just enough... Highlighting pertinent moments passing over most others...

And now, what he has tried to keep from the public eye, what many in the public eye will come to know... The undeniable truth that lies beneath his mask.

Back in 1999
Cold sweat was excessively secreted from his sweat glands. Homeostatic response towards the temperature was not the cause of the liquid trickling down his neck. It was the absolute fear he had. She trampled over his fragile sentiments.

There he was, inside the Head of Department's Office for the very first time in his life. Surrounded by superiors whose intellects were far beyond his comprehension, he felt like an ant amongst colossal titans. Standing at the door step of the office, a woman called him in. He diligently walked further in, timidly, trying not to make any clumsy acts to exacerbate his situation.

Finally he had reached the cubical that the woman was in. On top of her desk, was written proudly and majestically ‘The HOD of Maths’. The woman had negated any ambiance of joy and happiness and heightened the ambiance of fear and trepidation. Instructed to face the wall, he did so, and all of a sudden.

Silence.

All he could hear was the cries of pain that shouted from his heart. The cane landed on his bottoms. It was his first time in the HOD's Office. It was his first time to be caned in school. He shed no tears no matter the pain. He knew there was no point to. At that point of time, a clandestine caning event occurred and was executed by the obnoxious Maths Head of Department. And till today, memory of it has not left his neurons...

"If I am what I've gained, and what I've lost. Then who am I?"~

Prequel -When Tough Times Crush You, You Take A Breather

I'm not sure why. But, I think the best way for me to find myself is to join back all the dots, starting all the way from the back. I'm just hoping this blog remains a secret to most people out there (especially a secret from the people of my school), so that I won't have to make this blog private.

Those that happened in the past.
Those that are happening,
Those that are about to happen.

"If I am what I've gained, and what I've lost. Then who am I?"~

In the end...

Where did I go wrong... I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up all night, had I known how to save a life.

Here I am again, half wishing I could rewind time. To learn how to save a life.

And I would have stayed up all night, to pull you through, had I known how to save a life.

*****

Some of us...

I know I should be writing, and for that I am ashamed. Oh wells, what am I to do? Trapped between the school's divine curse that drills us on our Mother Toungue and Project Work A' levels EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!

Makes you want to do this yea?

Hahaha, well it isn't really that bad if you prioritize your work and plan your time well. I guess that is what all the teachers say to us. Well, I've got to admit, I'm not whizz in planning my time, but I do know how to prioritize, and so, I was able to hang out with my friends. It's been forever since we did that...

I met up with 4th, and we waited for 3rd and 8th. Meanwhile he said:
"I bet you, the first few words that 3rd would say when he comes here would be a swears"
True enough, it really was swears that came out. Hahahax same ol' Nif...

So this is what kinda happened:

8th and 3rd finally came down...

After much 'hanging out', we got hungry and decided to eat. But unfortunately for 3rd, he spent his cash on a girl and had no money left to eat...

Famished and desperate to get his hands on food, he threatened 4th.

But 4th was unfazed as soon, 1st arrived

while 8th stomped to the scene

and released 4th from 3rd's clutches...Realizing his mistake, he was taken aback by the numbers, and tried to apologized. However, his apology fell on death ears...

 ...and he faced the wrath of TFK.

Okae just kidding!
Here's what really happened:

We went out and relaxed at Jurong Point, after which we went to the nearby park to spy on Bangladeshis sharing their 'brotherly love' with each other. It was humorous. Seriously. Then we went back to Jurong East and we walked all the way back. On the way, Royce aka 8th, (somehow and somewhat) threw his watch on the express way. Yes, it sounds stupid, but that's what happened. But you wouldn't believe what happens next!

Nif, suggest that someone had to jump over and retrieve the watch without getting laid by a vehicle.
Faz, (once again) agrees to Nif's reckless idea. The exact same thing happened last year.

Then we hanged out abit and yeah thats it. This post was delayed because I thought I posted it, when I did not untill Hugh told me.

There is no sage in the garderns against the power of death

It’s 5 minutes since the start of a new day. And here I am, spending the earliest moments of my new day penning down to this blog of mine. It has been sometime since I actually posted something verbose and succinctly grandiloquent.

Much of my life, I have struggled between what is right and what is wrong. What makes you a white or black knight. I have fought against teeming emotions, climbed the highest peaks to attain pride, and sank to the deepest sea to attain humility. Crossed the ocean of fire to gain courage, and hid inside the darkest cave to learn shyness. Then suddenly, at one point of time, it seemed that there is no black or white. Everything was gray, superficial, nebulous and with everything else rather obfuscating. At that point of time, I was blessed to peek into the duality of life and understand some of life’s most compelling lessons, where at the heart of them lies self discovery.

But not too long after that, Courage, Pride, Intellect burgeoned within me. Without noticing it, the values which were suppose to make better men from boys, had turned into a cancer. Intellect assured my comparative advantage over people, Pride made me look down on others and Courage made me braver to be as who I am, a corrupted soul. But it seems, I was blind to this cancer.

Blind I was until, God tested my wits and put me under pressure. Examinations came. Through hard times, I realised my mistakes and the sins I have created. And from this latent realisation, I went to seek a clearer path by pleading for guidance from god. I was once again blessed with the ability to peek into the duality of life…

However, to be able to receive guidance from God, may not mean that all of your sins have been atoned.  And now as I speak, I severely suffer.

Everyone has their own near death experience. I too have experience it today. No story needs to be told at this point because, to dwell on the incidents that occurred today would be meaningless. Again, difficult times have made me realise that I as a mortal, am so pathetically weak. I can’t express myself anymore than this. The pain I felt; So excruciating. To realise that the pain was what made me learn my lesson. Worst of all, I learnt the lesson, but I still won’t change.

The latin saying; “Contra vim mortis non crescit herba in hortis” states that there are no herbs in the garderns against the power of death.Given the chance to survive a near death experience, I still do not change. I’m the worst kind there is right now.

haissh…

A thousand Words left unsaid

Hey. You free? Erm, I just wanted to talk for awhile. Uh, I don’t know…I just felt like talking to you? So yeah…What? Oh yeah sure. Nahhh it’s okae. Don’t worry, we’ll catch up some other time…

Living in a world where social networking is reduced to a simple touch of a button, then is a text or a phone call useless?

Haissh

Alea iacta est

The family believes that High Education is the pre-requisite for brighter future.The crowd believes that Leadership will get you further. Less then two weeks to midcourse, and revision is something that has yet to strike my mind.

WHAT






THE






FUCK!?

Hoist the white flag. You win!