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HOW GUYS FLIRT
He stares at you a lot, starts random conversations, he "hits" you. He mocks you to make you laugh.He calls you cute or pretty and it makes you smile. He worries about you and your problems along with his own.He is PROTECTIVE. He always stays close when he can. He looks STRAIGHT in your eyes. He listens to you and remembers the things you say. He will sometimes say something to remind you you've said it in the past.He takes pictures of you even though you say you hate it.

A Journey.

Part of our life's journey has been completed.

2008

We just finished our PMR, we were all so excited with our results. Nothing could beat us down and we thanked heaves for giving us a break for the next year. We start having dreams of getting out of our school, proceeding to a greater and better school, we start having fantasy of ourselves being greeted by the world. We look at ourselves and say, let's bring on the big guy.

2009.

We enter Form 4. Nervousness strike us on whether we would be chose to enter the elite stream, we finally get a choice, a pinch of democracy to choose what we want to study. Dubbed as the "Honeymoon" year, we lay back and rest for awhile. We receive advices from our seniors that Form 4 isn't a year to rest, but to get your foundation up, but we rarely listen to that advice. We play pranks and we partied. We fell in love and we fought. Many of us left our schools and went to new ones hoping to get a better future. As the year approaches its finale, then our consciousness kick in, and we say time is running short.

2010.

The dreaded year, the final year in school. The big guy. From the very beginning we start to focus, not giving attention to other matters, we study day and night, burning the fluorescent light (midnight oil in modern terms), we shan't do petty nonsense. We enroll in more than two tuition classes, we avoid outings, we cease to enjoy. Then midyear comes, we slack a little, SPM is still a long way to go, we have fun, we relax, then ultimately our grades aren't that good. Then we realize SPM is just 3 months more. We go into gear and start sleeping with our books. Seminars, extra classes, "hot tips" circulate, desperation rises, we cramp our heads on what we are learning. A week more to SPM, our room lights are never off, we drool on our books and we the only thing on our minds are get As, get As, straight As. The dreaded D-day comes, it goes, and then it ends. We give out a sigh of relief, now we look forward on what are we to do for the next three months. Car? Work? Study?

2011.

January passes, February passes then March arrives. We pray more earnestly. We cross our fingers and our toes, we check the newspapers everyday to see when is it coming out, we have sleepless nights. Then after all that enduring the day comes. We don't sleep that night, we've lost our appetites and we get everything twisted up. We go to school on that day, we meet up with our friends; we laugh and share each other's experience over the past three months. The teachers exit the meeting hall, they lay the heavy stacks of files on the tables. The counters open. We line up, we get our results. And then, we see the tears, the screams, the joy, the laughter, the silence, the curiosity of one another and of course we see our teachers there. We look at each other, we shake hands, wishing one another congratulations, and at times wishing each other that this isn't the end. The hall quiet down, everyone leaves, life at school goes on as normal.

As for us, we now will have to move forward. A whole world is in front of us. We taste sweet victory for the past 11 years, and some us may feel remorse for the 11 years. But whatever it is, this is it, there's nothing you can do about your past, the only way is to look forward and beyond.

Congratulations to all my friends, your efforts paid off. Your labour is your own sowing; and now the world is yours. Don't ever feel bad or remorse over your work.

Thank you my teachers for giving us the guidance and making us study; our parents, and ultimately we thank God for giving a chance for us succeed.

Dedicated to:

all the Malaysian born in 1993 who took their SPM last year in 2010 and just got their results on the 23rd of March 2011.

And to you, my friend

who made my Form4 and Form5 life wonderful.

Night Ascending Chapter I

Christopher Pearl sat there on the bench by the walkway in the park. He closed his eyes, stretched his arms and leaned back. He took a deep breath and let it go. He was enjoying the cool wind on his skin, the cool evening breeze; then a subtle warm air crossed him. The air blowing grew warmer, then it got stronger. He opened his eyes and sat up straight. The wind blew strongly onto his face, he lifted his hands to block the wind. Then it died. The air was silent, dead silent. He stood up, something made him look behind. He turned, he gasped, then he collapsed.

I ran through the hallway as fast as I could, I was late again for the bus. Darn it, I tell myself that I have to wake up early every morning, but everyday I also tell myself, "Just a few more minutes". Then the next thing you know, a call from Muniandy, "Wake up! You're going to be late again".

This happens to me everyday. I run faster and faster; blur. The bus is behind me, I looked to my feet, look left. I shrugged and rubbed my temples. Ok, that was interesting. Then I raised my right hand for the bus.

As I got up the bus, the bus driver nodded and gave a light salute. He smiled at me and said "Well, I don't know how you did it, but you do run fast". I returned his comment with a nod and went to find a seat.

The only candle stood tall in the shadows. It was lit and was placed on the table. The glow of the candle made the things in the room cast an eerie shadow. The wooden door opened slowly, the figure that opened the door came in, he pulled a seat and sat down at the table where the candle was lit. He clicked his fingers, the door closed, the candle light grew brighter and the bookshelves that filled the room gave out a light humming noise. He stood up and walked to the only window there, he placed his palm outside the window. A lightning struck in a distance, the figure went back to sit with a smile on his face.

The Question Answered.

Sometimes, we wander, why is this happening to me?

Why isn't life more fair?

We keep asking those questions to ourselves when things don't turn out the way we want. We go into grieve and start sulking about the many sorrows we receive. At times, people will lose faith and focus, they lose the sense of logic and rationality. The worst would be when one would fall into depression. Up to here, we think, why is this so, what have we done wrong that fate has to bite us back in this way.

This is life, reality kicking you in the face telling that nothing is ever real in that mind of yours. The reason that we receive such agony is because, this is what we call life. Life is never constant, it is ever changing; so what right do we have to think all will always go well for us. These are all the natural order of the universe, and so, sometimes when we are kicked and punched in the face, we just have to be strong and sometimes fight back.

It is the ones, that can handle the burden is usually the one who is shouldered with the responsibility. These are cues for us, to push harder to overcome all these problems. All we need is just a little resilience.

The answer came to me, when I asked "Why did it happen to me? Why is it in this way?", it explained that sometimes, we just need to be stronger and move on. This is reality, and it isn't as sweet as it tastes.

Then another side of me had to ask, what if the answer I got was a lie? Meaning, we ask why this happens or why did someone do this to me, and the response to them when we ask them why is "It wasn't me. I didn't know."

Then this is the time we will know, reality really hurts, especially when we have doubts of the one we care about.

Whatever it is, how good things are or how bad things are, life still needs to go on. There is not a point to wander about the past and grieve about it but rather to take it as an example to do better in the future.

The Hopeless fool in Affection Part 2.

Part 2

Setting: School environment.

Setting: High school teenagers.

Setting: Early morning.

I sat up straight in my chair, I cracked my knuckles and gave a big sigh. I rubbed my temples and decided to stand up. I walked outside my class and stood at the corridor watching as some students come to school.

I looked at my watch, 7.18. The morning sky was still dark. I walked to the end of the corridor, and climbed down the stairs. I sat on the lower flight of stairs, some one was coming down. I moved a little to the left.

Another figure joined me, Foon Siew. He looked at me and put his arm around me. "My friend, let's just hope all goes well today. I had enough trouble from the teachers last week". He stood up and patted my head. He walked a few steps forward and he looked back. He winked and left.

I sat looking at him walk away, Yeah, let's hope all goes well today, I said to myself.

Night Ascending.

The only sound that could be heard were the footsteps behind me. I heard each step closing on me, I don't dare to turn behind, sweat drops from my forehead. I took a deep breath and moved forward.

The footsteps went silent. Nothing sounded that night, except for my breath. I felt a warm breeze on my neck, I stood still. Something in me made me turn to look behind, I turned my head. I only saw darkness, the road behind me was empty. I turned around, I wiped my sweat off my forehead. I turn to look at my left- a figure in black was standing there.

A flash of blue light and I was knocked down. I slowly got up, but something was keeping me down. I opened my eyes, and saw the dark figure with a rusted machete in his hand, he had his feet on my chest. I could feel his eyes were staring at me. He raised his arm, and swung down at me.

Darkness.