A charade, I will not condone

Acceptance, an overrated facade.

Bonds,

born of charades,

acceptance as a facade,

held only by lies and deceit.

A false reality projected

But in reality, reeks of Nothingness.

In short,

I will not be where I am not wanted.

An amalgamation of joy, pain and melancholy

I was SUPPOSED to write something, about Teenstreet, which was still fun, and more educational compared to the previous instalment (to me anyway). - Joy

But. Succumbed to a bad bad sorethroat that feels like knifes stabbing your throat (merely implying that its a really severe one) followed by a dry cough which sent me whooping around, and still does, at time of typing (though, not so often now) -Pain

And in the midst of it all, started to realise that life from 2009 onwards would no longer be the same, ever again. - Melancholy


I could stop here if I'd liked to. But its pretty superficial if left this way, eh?

Lets start with what filled me with:

Joy

..sort of


Some say Teenstreet 2008 ain't as good as in 2007, in some number of ways, I'd have to agree. (Eg. in terms of food, duration of camp, etc)

But....
(yes yes, there HAS to be a 'but', somewhere)

I thought this years was a bit more educational compared to last years installment, not that last years wasn't that educational, just that I learned and realised some facts that I knew not before. Feel free to ask if you'd like to know more. I won't want to be preaching, yet.

But yeah, it was fun that it provided a reprieve from the near-monotonous (but still quite enjoyable, due to games) life I've been leading since SPM ended. Looked forward to testing out my new friend-making skills and techniques the D&D (Dance and Drama, not Dungeons and Dragons). I was involved in the drama part and..lets just say it was a fun experience, and a shocking one for my friends. Hehe. I had thoughts of doing dance too but after remembering how crap I was in dancing in a workshop last year I thought.."meh, maybe not" though I guess I might have slight regrets bout not joining dance too, considering its my last time as a participant.


On one of the Interact sessions on the 4th day of camp, had a full 90 minutes of football (or, at least i think its 90 minutes). First ever. Though, put it simply, the pole denied me a goal, and led to my teams defeat. -.-

My NET (just think of it as a group) was awesome. Felix (coach, the 'ketua', so to speak), Alexander, Max, Jeremiah, Raymond Jeff, Levi and myself. And our NET has the..unique honour of being the only group with an assistant coach (Levi). Best part was, we could have fun when we wanted to, and be serious when the need arises. And imagine, having my NET coach as my drama director too. I actually prayed that he'd be...reasonable. haha. But shucks, I missed the opportunity to take a NET pic as remembrance as Jeremiah had to leave a bit earlier. Guess I'll have to wait for the official group pics to be posted on the website and nab it off then -.-

In a nutshell, its fun, educational, and managed to meet a few new people mainly through the Drama team and through Gabs. And some random pics from the camp.

During one of the worship sessions, known as "Throne Room"

Resident bible "guru", aptly named, "Mat Bible" with a lucky person chosen to recite memorised verse.



Me being plain emo. Don't get me wrong. Its just for fun.


And.....in your face Gab-sicle!




Thats the boy who lived colloquial squeaker snoozing with his earphones on. Limited edition
Flashed right in your face, and you were none the wiser.=P



Thats right. I'm Mr Sandman. Could've slit your throat mate.
If only I had something better than a plastic ruler...
ps: click the link to find out more.

Me and Pastor Chris, one of 2 people who clarified really important facts about Christian life to me =)



"Satan" (in white shirt, back) and his "Demons".


Part of the drama team, myself Joyce and Esther.
people keep telling me how "fun" it'll be to work with an 'ang moh' but c'mon, shes still human like the rest of us, no?

That'll be Michelle Gan (I have to include the surname, shes the 4th Michelle I've known so far), myself Judith and Stephanie.

Bwahahahaha. I have to shame you with this, Dan. Too bad you won't see it.
Or maybe you might, if your pesky bro helps =P


This, is what happens if you're too slow for meals.
Traffic jams, good ol' Malaysian style.





Thats my very own Lotus Elise peeps. Look at the shiny silver projected..
Damn, if only it was mine.


Me: muah muah, darling baby.
Gabs : mhmm always be my baby...



The Limited Edition Teenstreet bedsheet and pillowcase. Signed by key members of the TS gang. The bunch of us pooled whatever pittance we had and got it auctioned off (yes, auctioned) for...RM180

This is ze dance performance. Enjoy!


Ze drama performance. Enjoy.

Alas, good things have to come to an end, headed back from camp, back to the monotony, that is everyday life.

And then,

Pain




arrives with a bang.


on the day I did my pre-L driving part, later I got a fever and succumbed to what would be 7 days (and counting) of sorethroat-that-feels-like-knifes-stabbing followed by dry whooping cough the major nemesis that has essentially doured whatevers left of my festive mood.


Cough caused a few sleepless nights for me. pfft. No better way to celebrate the festive season eh?



Melancholy


...strikes hard.

End of form 5 life. And along with it goes my extended induced laziness, flirting days long sleep hours, afternoon naps, semi-professional gaming, and countless daydreaming-while-staring-at-books (which was the norm in my high school life) once I start my Australian Matriculation programme. Oh I'll still be here, don't worry.
Not like anyone would.


Hitting full throttle and maintaining at top gear seems to be the name of the game from next year onwards, soon enough it'll be university life and then...gasp...


...working life.




it'll snowball all the way. Man...not a very pleasant thought. But, as the saying goes...









its change I have to believe in.

One for the hardcore.

Though I had expected the University of New South Wales (UNSW) English test to be a mental test of epic proportion, never had I expected THAT particular test to be a pure evisceration of one's sanity, comparable to having gamma rays bombarded into your brain with inexorably long half-lives, ripping into every little brain cell there is in that brain, and rendering it brain-dead.








An exaggeration, sure. But mind, exaggeration come aplenty in this test.
Not really, actually.





60 questions. 60 minutes. roughly 80% of it comprehension. The rest grammar. Sounds simple?












Hell no.










With words like abate, vacillate, prevaricate and quite a handful more which I couldn't really bring myself to remember, along with sonnets, literature interpretation, deciphering hidden meanings, ironies, and plain beyond godlike bombastic language spattered at every corner which will push even the most hardened veteran beyond breaking point.

Some of the more well-read may think "Thats normal, dude"





Reminder: Its 60 questions. 60 minutes. Mostly comprehension. Time factor, peeps.





Y'know, some of the passage/articles were actually very interesting and some pretty educational. From Picaso, to Iowa wind farms, Ozymandias, to some busker (can't remember the name. ah well) Alas, no time for leisurely reading, as its a rush against time to answer as well as possible, oh well. Perhaps after I get back my question paper after a month or 2....









Probability of achieving:
Medal (highest award) : 5%
High Distinction : 10%
Distinction : 25%
Credit : 55%






Thats my rough estimation of my shit chances.










p.s. Gabs, you SHOULD try this when I get back the question paper one day. You WILL thank me for that.

When the lights go out

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.








A reminiscence of "Life's Brief Candle", thanks to a 2nd blackout in less than 2 weeks. On a recent Wednesday.



WTF. Blackout yesterday at 12.30 am rendering sleeplessness until 1.30 am. Grrr. TNB better have a bloody good reason for this. 3rd time in 2 weeks now.



grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.







it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,



Signifying nothing.

Incorrigible

Lets face it, some things never change. Like I how I still blatantly depart this earth (no, I'm not dead. Yet. If that was what you're thinking. Sorry to disappoint some of you out there) to reside or perhaps, preside, in my fantastical realms within the limited boundaries of imagination found in the various games I play. Be it roaming in the realms of Oblivion, imagining myself as a famed, football manager grabbing quadruples with impunity or ruling a civilization from the age of stones and woods to lasers and, well, more lasers. As the day passes, I feel more and more lost to the touch of humanity, the reality of student life, and perhaps, the meaning to live?


The resolve and the determination to bounce back from mid year disappointments just fades away like the wind. Strong when it comes, gone after a moment. Some things just never change....never change....


Form 4 . It gets. On. Your. Neck.
Form 5. Mutilates. You. Entirely.
Form 6. Shreds. You. To. Meaty. Humanoid. Dust.

This IS upper secondary life. Summarized for viewing...pleasure.

Piss out.

Chicken scare again, the weathers humid. And I am getting humid as well. Apologies in advance if you ever catch me in a somewhat fowl foul mood.