Prison Break

Finally a good drama on the boob tube. Every Thursday night at ten after the news. Prison Break is worth watching. But believe it or not the DVD is already out in stores selling fast over the counters vanishing from the shelves. In the States it is broadcasting season two and almost halfway done. I missed a few episodes. I hope brother will buy the DVD. We can watch together.

PS: Nip/Tuck is not too bad too.

The Good And The Bad

I hosted the Shell LiveWire Inter-ITE College Business Strategy Game Competition 2006 two fridays ago. It went smoothly. It was a success. I did not turned up for meetings and rehearsals. But i got the job done. I socialised and made new associates. I achieved a lot and the staffs were impressed. This was not the first time i assisted the institution in a large and grand production. My service was rendered in a National Day event with regards to a Customer Service Excellence Program in August. I was also meticuously selected to be part of a focus group in improving the standards and quality of ITE. I will be involved in a debate this Friday. It is my honour to be the first speaker for my team. I should be in school now. Especially after receiving a text message stating that practises are in progress. I am also invited to be guest emcee for a dance event. I am doing well in school.

On the contrary my behaviour lacked positive annotations. I reported to school never a day punctual. I hailed a cab every day to school last week and only returned home at midnight. I became so lethargic and notably exhausted. I was mentally and emotionally tormented therefore affecting my physical attributes. I think i am under stress. I smoked a pack every two days. My meals were irregular and my weight was flopping. I had no appetite. I am worn out and my body is taking toll. I need to sleep and breathe. I need to find time to rest and relax taking some time off and enjoy myself. I am going Bali this December. My mood shifted inconsistently and people around me were affected. My tolerance level was at an all time low and i had very little patience left. I was involved in a fight last week and i was called up by the authorities. I do not wish to elaborate on that incident.

A Dance Music Festival

Greetings! I would like to extend my warmest welcome and invite all of you to join me and my boys to the annual party of the year. ZoukOut 2006 should not be missed. Tickets are on sale. See you at Siloso Beach, Sentosa on Saturday 9th of December. Till then take care and God bless!

The Two Towers

It is like in the great stories. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you do not want to know the end because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end it is only a passing thing this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you that meant something. Even when you were too small to understand why. I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they do not. They kept going because they were holding on to something. If there is some good in this world. And it is worth fighting for.

True Friends Are Hard To Find

Time was running out. I was getting late for my riding practical. I had not much options but to call up a friend. He was helpful enough to send me to the driving centre. I walked hastily after we bid farewell. That was when i realised my Burberry wallet was not in my back pocket. I was more concerned about the branded piece of leather then the contents. It was a gift from someone special. Nothing can replace objects of sentimental values. I immediately called him up. He said it was not in the car. I thought i might had dropped it. I hate to rush or be rushed. It was possible that the wallet slipped out of my denims while i was sitting on the bench under my apartment waiting for him. I remained calm and dropped the topic. This was what he did. He drove all the way back to my neighbourhood and scrutinised the area. Unable to find anything of my possession he then drove back to the driving centre and parked his car to hunt for my wallet. All these while i was unaware of his actions and oblivious to his gestures until he picked me up. I was surprised to see him. And i was touched. Now that is what i call friendship.

A friend in need is a friend indeed.

It Is The Small Things

He is my friend. But he did not supported me much. Even in the motorcycle that i had in mind. The sports production that i intended to purchase. He did not voted for me to be in the debate team. But i got in. This is the second time. The first was class chairman. Perhaps he had no faith in me. Perhaps he did not believed in me. Perhaps he was envious of my success. But Jafar voted for me. Both times. I am grateful. I will remember things like these. It will come in handy one fine day. Believe me.

It is in the character of very few men to honour without envy a friend who had prospered.

You Mean The World To Me

You asked me to choose the world or you. I chose the world. You turned your back and walked away. Never to return. But you forgot. You are My World.

Till We Meet Again

Two open houses. Both went smoothly. Thanks for coming. Gracing the occasion and reinforcing the bonds. The month of Syawal is drawing to an end and visiting the peeps in the east was struck off the list. Humble apology. Looks like i got to give it a miss this year. Time is an issue and workload is piling. Five projects within the commencement of semester two. A month ago. But that is how it is. School. Pictures of visitings and celebrations coming soon. Stay tune. Happy Eid Fitr to all muslims around the globe. To people i had offended directly or indirectly i seek your forgiveness. To err is human and to forgive is divine. Peace out.

Me And My Ego

The rear end of my torso aches since that accident. A mishap i could had prevented. I developed injuries of the back during my army days. But i am holding myself together. Pulling through this shit and enduring. The recent fall from the motorcycle is aggravating the pain. It hurts pretty bad sometimes. But i have to walk straight. I must show my friends that i am strong.

It Is In The Blood

It is normal for boys to fight, mother. I grew up fighting have you not remembered. At primary three i sent a caucasian dude to the hospital because he was bleeding so bad at the head. You made me move to another school for fear of my conduct deterioriating. Stop adding to my injuries each time i came home bruised and battered. Your reprimandings were more painful and unbearable compared to all my scars combined. Be thankful that i had not thrown a single punch in school and you were not called up to the office this year. Leave me alone. I know how to take care of myself. Pain is temporary pride is forever. Father told me that before he left.

I Hate Repeating Myself

How many times must i tell you. I do not have a girlfriend. Thank you.

My Life My Rules

Amir said i changed. I said, "I know." I was compelled to tell him that change is inevitable in human evolution but considering his deficient understanding of life and obscure grasp of the english language i decided to restrain myself. I am starting to sound rude so i gagged about it and asked, "Did i lose weight?" Or "Is it the hair?" We laughed along to what i thought were lame jokes. I hate formalities. You were being polite and courteous. I am sidetracking which brings me to my next point. Amir knows how i behave inside and outside school. It is like having the same identical character projecting two opposite and contradicting personalities. Not schizophrenia. But close. To be honest it is really difficult for me to open up to people. I can never be myself. Because if i do i will end up losing them. Especially those close to my heart. I have to be careful. Records were documented. I blend well with the surroundings and adapt quickly to the environments and situations. Sometimes i forget who i am. I am not sure if it is a good thing. They said i am complex and it is almost impossible for people to understand me. I do not talk much nor am i generous with my smiles and laughters after school hours. I became serious. I am respected. They said i should loosen up and not be so hard on myself. I was thinking, "You should see me in school."

Age Is Just A Number

Firstly i am not chinese so stop communicating to me in mandarin. Secondly most importantly sell me those cigarettes. I am legal.

What A Coincidence

Remember Ashiq? Second Leftenan Ashiq? I uploaded a picture of his graduation ceremony not too long ago. On the same day i met with an accident he too was involved in one. He skided along Loyang Road. Attempting to avoid an accident that had prior occurred before he met with his. He escaped the Grim Reaper. With just a few bumps and bruises. Scratches will not bring you down. Pick yourself up and ride again.

I Was Booked

Twenty-six of October. I was fined. A hefty sum. But i am not paying. Yet. I am not giving in. I am pushing it. Even if it means getting into trouble. And i have to attend court. On fifth of December. A warrant of arrest may be issued if i fail to do so. I am not succumbing to pressure. I may be liable to a penalty not exceeding two thousand dollars. Or imprisonment for a term not exceeding two months. Jail. Again. Fuck the law. Screw the system. My name is Shahren.

State Of Mind Is Important When You Are On The Roads

Yesterday evening. I was in an accident. Nothing fatal. Just minor. I had to make an abrupt stop or risk my life. The roads were slippery. Drying up from the monsoon. It had been raining for the past few days. I was riding at approximately forty to forty-five kilometres per hour. I was not speeding. Or was i. The motorcycle skided when i applied the emergency brakes. I closed throttle instantaneously and applied the hand brake like nobody's business. I panicked. I think i neglected the footbrake. I cannot recall if i clutched in but i was sniffing the tar the next thing i remembered. That was the vivid moment. I hit the curb. Or road divider as some may call it. And so i lived to tell the tale surviving another day sharing with you what an ass i was. It was a bad fall. But i am fine. Just a few bumps and bruises. Thank God i was wearing denims. I woke up this morning aching all over. No big deal. But the motorcycle was in bad shape. Scratches of various lengths and sizes. The right rear mirror was flung off to God knows where. The right footrest was beyond repair it had to be replaced. It was dented as if it was made out of Plasticine. I had to drag the pitiful motorcycle on gear one all the way. It was noisy shit since i was unable to shift to higher gears. I must had damaged the internal mechanisms.