Walk through the past

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Everyday is so normal, it's special.

Ever since I came back from KL on 20th February, I've been spending most of my remaining time at home. My days are pretty much the same as any other, which begins with me getting up at about 7.30am. I would bathe, and then come online by about 8am. Then, I'll eat some breakfast my parents bought (or prepared) for me, usually roti canai from the store opposite my house, or duck noodles, or nasi lemak. Normally I spend most of my time online, just listening to music or reading some interesting things or whatever. Usually Thim Seng organises badminton games, so I join my friends (chiefly, Glenn, Hon Mun, Thim Seng, Jia En) for badminton for 3 hours. I come back by lunch time, so I'll have my lunch then. After that, I do the required things around the house for an hour or so, before coming online again.

Sometimes I play the piano, or the drum to fill my time. Most of the time, though, I spend time chatting with Thim Seng and Glenn and Keong online. After chatting with them for a few hours, usually, I take a nap in the afternoon. When I get up, I do some stretches and exercise (a little). Normally, my father reads the newspapers about that time, so I talk to him then. Lately though, our conversations have mostly been about college and the like. After that, my father usually prepares dinner, so I get back on my computer and turn on the music.

What do I usually do online? I spend most of my online time on facebook, to be honest, but not only. I look for people of interest to chat with.

After dinner, I'll come online again. Normally, at that time, Thim Seng and Glenn will ask me for a game, which I oblige. After one or two rounds, we just spend the rest of the night chatting on MSN. I normally go to bed at about 12, though there are some nights which are exceptions.

Many would say my life like that is boring, and I agree to an extent. But it's hard to believe that this lifestyle will be shattered to pieces in a week. Why a week? Because sometime next week, I'll be heading off to college. To be honest, I had hoped to do so earlier; but as the results came out so late, I was advised to wait for them.

Though, it's a pity I feel that some of my closest friends have become more distant, literally and metaphorically.



My best memories always occurred at the end of the years;

End of standard six, we would always come to school to play pokemon cards, or cards in general. I went with my friend to stay at Kelantan.

End of Form 3, we spent all our time in the school hall, watching movies and talking nonsense. Most remembered movie: SIVAJI. After that, we went on a class trip to Genting Highlands.

End of Form 4, I fell sick with dengue fever. Spent two weeks away from school, and one week in a hospital. It was terrible for a few reasons: I was in FREAKING A LOT OF PAIN, I was injected every 8 hours every day, I was fed 8 pills every 8 hours, the hospital food was sub-par, I couldn't join my dance group's practices, and worst of all, I couldn't make it in time to go to Japan (at the time I was just thinking of making it, to be honest.)

The very afternoon I was discharged, I was on a bus to KL and later on a plane to JAPAN, which would become my most most most precious memory to date. My doctor was really really kind; I wasn't fully recovered yet (my blood platelet count was a mere 51, a normal person's is 130 and danger level (ICU) is about 45), yet he signed a letter, putting his medical professionalism at stake to let me go to Japan.

Middle of Form 5, Together with Fan Kiat, Keong, Isaiah, Jasmine, Jia Lin and Vincent, we went on a trip to Genting Highlands by ourselves. At that time, I didn't even know the duo of Jasmine and Jia Lin personally; just by name and face. Well, needless to say, it was some of the best time spent with friends.

End of Form 5, BEFORE SPM: I spent most of my days in class talking with my classmates. I would -try- to study, but that hardly ever works. On holidays, I would go to Jing-Si cafe and study there while drinking tea. With me were usually Fan Kiat, Keong, Bernard, Glenn, Thim Seng, Koh Zi Hong, Yee Xi, Jia En, and some others.

End of Form 5, AFTER SPM: I spent almost every day going out with my friends; movies, games, hanging out, ANYTHING. I was hyper active. My friends even had a surprise birthday party for me. Hah, really took me by surprise, that one.

On my birthday, I had the class party, which also celebrated my birthday (I had presents and two cakes, one made by Zhong Wei and one more by Joel's Mom). Just as the party started, A FEARFUL DUO PUSHED ME INTO A PILLAR AND BROKE MY LEFT WRIST. I didn't think it was broken, or anything, because it was slightly out of shape and hurting like a fishduck. Can you imagine, I spent 3 hours + playing around with a broken wrist, swimming, beating Bernard in Dissidia, eating cake, chicken and all sorts? After the party, I told my parents my left hand hurt, and my father took a look at it. There was a bulge, of sorts, and we went to a hospital.

About an hour and RM 1000 later, I was walking out with X-ray copies of a broken wrist, my left hand wrapped in a cast, and a quiet pair of parents. I was bitter, because for the next month, I sat out from most of my friends' activities. However, I guess it was still -memorable-, if anything.


POST FORM 5: With my hand broken, I couldn't do much. However, I would never, ever miss going to Genting Highlands with my friends again. I went, despite my parents'.... disagreement. My left hand was still wrapped in a cast, and well, I just followed them around. It was still fun, nonetheless, to be talking to them and such. Oh yeah, I went to Genting with Isaiah, Glenn, Fan Kiat, Carol, Jasmine, Jia Lin, and Cai Jun.

After that, I took off my cast, though my left hand was never, and is still, not the same. It's weaker, that's for sure. And sometimes it hurts when I carry things, even til now. I guess something went wrong, and I should go see a doctor soon.

Some mornings, Isaiah and Glenn and I, often accompanied by Jasmine and Jia Lin, would go for a jog. Well, it's not so much a jog as it is a walk, to be honest. But it's not the jogging that's fun; it's the time we spent with each other that I enjoy so much.


I guess this was a really nostalgic post, mainly because I miss my friends dearly and also because I'll be starting my new life in college soon.

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I used to always think of adventures, but now I just long for the comfort of home to last perpetually. (Seems pretty Jasmine-y, doesn't it? HAHA)

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