Mood: Sick
Listening To: TV
Last night, I went through
Schizzow's
journal section, read and re-capped on whatever I missed out after the
19th March, until the 10th of June. Yes, it was during the time I
went off for my 3 month stint, National Service.
Which made me blog about that super non-emo blog about time, how
unpredictable it could get. Then, just today, I had nothing else
to do, and as I'm typing this out, I'm still scheming through
Rooshster's and WoRmY's journals. I already did Debra's, and that
would explain why I dug up their threads.
Reading these journals, and I never really penned down my true emotions
last time, because I thought nobody would care. But through these
journals, I guess I
do have
friends I can really turn to, after all. Written in the past;
showing how things were once was.. And everything else.
I guess
the fun started after
I met up with Paul for the very first time, and wondered about his
Wira, not having a P-sticker. Re-calculating by using my rusty
Maths skills that he already could rip of P-sticker off because of the
bike licence he got back in form 4. Went around mamak-ing until
today. And I remember that I used to hate (not
really
hate, but just had fun with her) Rooshster online because she was
getting nervous about how the SPM results are coming out. There I
was, stuck in my mum's office stressed off my Eurasian ass and
listening to some Rooshster telling me about SPM results, till she
wondered one day if I
really hated her or not.
Then, we finally got to meet up with Rooshster. First thing that
hit me: Freddie's sister. If I didn't know her surname/family
name was Tan, I would've been fooled if a certain bastard like Wormy
came by and tricked me, telling me that she
is Freddie's sister.
Like how he tried to prank me regarding the NS health checkup which didn't go so well, right before I went and took my results.
Yep. That was the very first time I met up with Rooshster, and
believe me.. My after-SPM life just became more fun. In fact, I
swore to myself
not to touch
the car because I was never a good driver. It takes practice, and
the first person to sit in the Camry when I just got my car licence not
long ago, would be Rooshster. Why, I even had my brother in awe
when he saw me keeping the car keys after I sent her back home.
Vanesa once told me that I had a gift - a gift to bring smiles and
happiness to people around me. I believed that because it only
happened to one person that I cared for. A church friend, who's
still rather lost in her love life. Very complicated issue, but I
guess she usually turns to me because I'm the one who's always been
there for her when she needs someone?
A gift..
I remembered that I offered Rooshster many rides to Hits Studios when
she was still working back then. And when my mum's not around, I
would offer her trips back home, dinner and all that junk. After
sneaking the car out for the very first time in my life, I was still a
little bit unstable in driving on the roads. I've improved a bit,
yet I'm still not as insane as some people out there. One of them
would be Ying Kit.
She would usually feel very
paiseh
for asking me for transportation and all. But then again, I
remembered that she sms-ed me once that she didn't like busses because
of some chikopeks and the crowded busses to work. And Rm1 per
trip? Even I would complain about that. She's feeling
paiseh
about asking for transportation? Excuse me. For bikes: chun
chun RM1 for Round Penang Island, back then, okay?
Muahahahahahaha...
Somehow, everything just happened so fast. The next thing I knew,
I was sitting in front of 7-11 on my bike with Rooshster waiting for a
damn spiffy Alfa Romeo to drive by; when it's a car straight off from
the 1970s by first view, having BBQ at his place and shocked to know
that his brother, Joshua Pua, was an ex-Westlander. Used to be in
the same body uniform - Taekwondo. And so many other things.
Then again, during this period, after I snuck the car out for the very
first time. The addiction was there. The spirit of driving
slowly possessed me, and there we have it. A new Pimp Mobile was
born.
Of course, it's not everybody's cup of tea, driving such a big ass car
with super sensitive brake pads and power steering, but it works just
fine if you want to go from point A to point B.. And maybe some
ulu junctions.
From then, starting fetching friends out everytime my mum's not around
in PG, doing nothing, but burning petrol and just clean fun.
Everything was well, and fun back then. And there's one thing
that suprised me. I emo-ed in front of people for the very first
time, when I usually get emotional at home only. I still remember
those words, and only 2 heard it that night, before I went off to
National Service. It was spoken when we were on the windy roads
of Batu Feringghi..
"I'll miss you all. I really had fun with you guys."
Click here, you nimrod.
... Gah.. Kitchen raiding. Now they know how much food is wasted in my house. Sadly, they didn't discover the almighty Baked Cheese Rice..
Dope sial ness. Who has the D-A-N, btw? 0=)
I just found Gold! For more photos, here.
Now I remembered when Michelle came over to my place. It was on
that very night before I left for NS. Even Schizzow came back
just to see me for one last time, before I went for NS. The
brotherhood still stays although distance has separated our friendship
ever since you went down to KL. But I respect his decision
because he never let friendship be in the way of his studies and future.
Unlike me.
Wow.. And it was even that night when Rooshster accidentally stepped on
the gas pedal instead of the brake pedal during a corner
junction. Thanks Edmund.. I owe you my whole life in not crashing
the Camry. Who knows? My Driving licence would've been
suspended immediately if the Camry was parked in my place, looking like
a dump in front of The Evil Queen.
God. And we would've been stranded that night near TAR College..
And for the first time, the Camry burnt its rubbers!! XD
So many things has happened before I went off for NS, and so many
things has changed after I stepped back into my house after 3
months. I guess now I know why I said that while I was behind the
wheel when I was with Edmund and Rooshster.
Somehow, things will never be the same.
"Aiya, shut up la. We'll see each other again soon enough man.. What the hell are you talking about?"
"Yala! Haiyo... Toh mm si kong lu ki NS, then lu boh tui lai eh.."
I feel like crying now. Lmfao
It ranged from when I first met Paul, until the very second where
Vanesa once shed her tears for me - because she loved me back then.
In fact, I still have that tissue
paper that I used to wipe her tears and telling her that everything's
going to be alright. I kept it, as a sign of hope in the
relationship we had -
Beautiful without presence.
Of course, I remember that this
tissue paper still lies above the handwritten short letter by
Rooshster. Which kinda struct me because none of my friends are
going to die in front of my eyes. She even wished me luck through
the words; "May you fly high" - The Birds Connection -_-
And at the end, she wrote something which suprised me too. "If
Rooshster dieded, buy her a Camry toy car with the number plate P_
_ _ _ _ _. XD" Of course, the number
plate would be the number plate on my mum's car.
And no, Rooshster's handwriting is not as pretty as you think. LOL
And also, until I received this piece -
Right before the day I left for NS -
再見。 不是永別。
Seriously speaking, I've
never received an artistic present like that before. I only had a
friend who used to write poems and dedicated to me, but I was extremely
struck by this. It touched me as a friend, knowing how much I'm
going to be missed through the favours I once fulfilled.
And I thought it'd be final to watch everything that went so well after
that night. But suprisingly, Paul came by with Rooshster and
Michelle. Both looking so blur, stimmed, and just woke up only.
Taken from Michelle Oh's Multiply Photo Album.
Speechless. Just to see me off..?...
I was far too happy than to be sad. Still sending SMS messages to
Rooshster regarding a few last words, and Paul using the economic way;
Typing his msgs out and showing them on the bus window.
Yet, nobody knew that I teared after I left Penang.
Sigh.
Firstly, I would like to apologise to everybody
if I've ever ruined any times of your lives. In terms of invading
your privacy and special moments with loved ones, and being a burden on
your back when you've got a tight schedule ahead. I would like to
say sorry for those whom I've once disliked and acted differently
because I just didn't like you, but after you showed a better side of
yourself. I would like to thank Paul, Edmund, Rooshster, Ian, Schizzow, Wormy, Michelle Oh, Caryn Foo, Khai Keat (owe him a lot. He prepared me for NS. Lol), Eunice LooLoo, Debra, Denise, Sara,
and everybody else that made my last few days of NS a memorable
one. So memorable, until I still remember it until today.
Well, although Wormy couldn't be around to see me off, but he derserves
some credits in being up there because he accompanied me through
MSN. Lmfao.
Well, whatever it is, I hope that one day, I will tear again due to the friendship we all once used to have.
My sincere apologies if I've offended anybody I know. And no apologies to those if I dissed you on purpose.
Only one person wrote this, and I doubt any of you would guess who s/he
would be. I just read something I found, given to me before NS..
"Actually,
we know for sure.. A coming back is not neccesary after leaving.
You come back being rich, one day. But the teasure you left here..
.. Might just get burried.
.. As if it never exist."
In reply to that: If the treasure ever gets buried, I will try in
all of my will and might, to search all over again for that
treasure. If there were mistakes or crimes that separated me from
a beautiful thing.. Believe it or not, I'll try my best to look it up
again. I'll never let greed nor fame, overrun my life.
Oh well. There's just too many to say, yet so much time.
Maybe I'll drop by from time to time - if it's really neccessary.
Besides..
"What has past, is now the past"
*tears*
PS: What I really miss the most:-
Well, I was nice enough to upload what the hell that was.
You are crazy. 
