Archive for April, 2007

Lessons From A Friendship

Saturday, April 28th, 2007

Maintaining the ‘intermolecular
forces’ between ‘molecules’ in a friendship.

 

Ok, ok so I’m a Chemistry geek.
Nothing wrong with that :-P

 

I love my friends no matter what.
No matter how people say ‘blood is thicker than water’, I’ve always confided in
my friends whenever things are down, times are hard, and pressure mounts
infinitely. When family has always been about unconditional love for each other
and family pride, friends are the people I share my deepest feelings and thoughts
with. What’s family pride without even decent conversations and communication?

 

Anyway, my close circle of
friends at college is a fun bunch – they’re always wacky, full of enthusiasm,
and spontaneous. We hang out together, we eat together, we go shopping
together, we play tennis together, we watch movies together – the only thing we
don’t do together is bathe together! They take the monotony out of college life
in the middle of nowhere, and add colour and zest to my everyday life.

 

Of course, no friendship is
without fights and arguments. Recently I was very depressed, as result from
conflicts with my mom that never seems to end, my getting over of an
infatuation (of all the times to get infatuated it just HAD to be now), and the
sheer pressure of having exams around the corner. Spending time only adds salt
to the wound, so I wanted to take my mind off all the shit and watch the latest
‘Heroes’ episode with my friends, since we’re all fans of the series.

 

“I’m depressed, wanna watch
‘Heroes together?”

 

No reply. He must not have
prepaid left.

 

“Where are you guys?” I sent to
another. Again, no reply, to my dismay.

 

So I went to one of their rooms,
which is our ‘HQ’ for hanging out. As expected, they were all together, playing
DotA (a multiplayer game) on their laptops, ignoring my presence. “Come on lah,
you guys have been playing all week! Let’s watch ‘Heroes’”

 

“Later,” one briefly said. I
insisted. I really need to take my
mind off depressing thoughts.

 

“I said LATER. You watch first.”
Fine. To hell with you guys.

 

The following day they acted as
if nothing happened. Still in a depressed mood, I distanced myself from them
and even told one of them off. It must have been 3 days we didn’t talk to each
other, and all I ever wanted to hear is an apology that was never said.

 

Humans have egos, I admit,
because being human myself I still waited until they said a simple ‘Sorry’. I
managed to recover from my shitty mood after thinking things over and praying
to God for guidance. Not that I’m that good or religious a person, but to who
else can you turn to? The Almighty must have heard my silent plight, and I
gathered the guts to push aside my ego. If everyone followed their egocentricity,
no friendship can be saved, right?

 

I’m not really an excellent
‘talker’ but when it comes to written words; I become a different person – more
frank, more expressive, and more personal. And so I used this to my advantage
and sent messages to them, who went back for the holidays. Technology can bring
people together after all. Now we’re all back in talking terms, and I
definitely prefer it that way.

 

Moral of the story? Sure, friends
can be insensitive and downright selfish bastards at times, but if everyone
follows their own arrogant heads, forgiveness can never be achieved. We are all
only human, who make mistakes every now and then. So make way for forgiveness,
even if it’s not your fault.

 

Oh, and never ever ignore a friend in despair,
especially not over DotA.

 

 

Saturday, 28/4/2007.

 

No Man Is An Island?

Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

No Man Is An Island?

 

Sometimes, it’s better to be introverted
and reclusive.

 

I spend a lot of my time being on
my own. Of the late, I prefer not to walk with my close friends (who are
son-of-a-bitches at the time being) or my classmates even more. Somehow, I like
having my own ‘quality time’.

 

And NO, I’m not preparing a
massacre akin to that of Virginia Tech or planning a pact to kill myself with a
good friend like those dumb Aussie teenage girls.

 

So what am I? A recluse? An introvert? An outcast?

 

Why must people label others
these days for being different? (

Oh wait; I’m kicking the fuss
myself. Pretend I didn’t say anything)

 

I’ve been called ‘unsociable’ by
some girls, since I don’t mingle around with girls that much. I’ve been called
a stuck-up by a friend before we became good friends just because I wasn’t much
of a talker like him, and my occasional flare for being ballsy enough to say
things in a crowd.

 

See why sometimes I prefer to be
alone instead of constantly being criticized for my many flaws? Sure, no man is
an island, but I just love the peace and serenity of having no one around, and
activating my 5 senses. Absorbing my environment is a good way to feel alive.

 

But on the downside, that way not
many people will know the real me. At times I fancy myself an extroverted
introvert – sometimes I like to mingle around from crowd to crowd, but at the
end of the day just settle being with my close group of friends. Or just by
myself.

 

One place where I really unleash
my friend-hungry alter ego is of course here – the cyber world. Add to my
passion for writing and narrative, it’s live haven for times when I need to
forget all the shit happening in my life and just let my creative juices flow.

 

So want to know the real me? Read
my Friendster profile & blog.

 

I know some people say nothing
beats face-to-face communication and hanging out with your best buds at a ‘mamak stall’; but this is my ‘mamak stall’.

 

Oh well. That’s just plain
introverted me. Welcome to my life.

 

Wednesday,

25/4/2007

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Escapism from Life’s Realities

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

Life can be a bitch sometimes.

Mind the profanity, but I think we’re all adult enough. Besides, nothing paints a clearer picture than simple vulgarity :)

Anyway, I’ve been having weird thoughts of dying. As in ‘tomorrow I won’t wake up’ & ‘goodbye forever, everyone’ thoughts. Not that I’m suicidal or stupid enough to end it all by god knows what modus operandi (slit my throat? cut my wrist? hang myself on a tree?). Not like I’ve never thought of putting my life to an end, especially during the ‘dark ages‘ - about when I was a confused, lonely and introverted 14 year old. Then again, I’m still confused, lonely and introverted, but that’s not the point!

The ‘dark ages‘ was years after my parents’ bitter divorce that left me, then an oblivious and naive 5 year old, clueless and confused. Why were mom & dad living separately? Why do me & my brothers n sisters have to live with my (late) grandmother? Why did mom have bruises around her eyes? Why is dad marrying another woman & having more children? I had to spend years of growing up lacking a prominent figure in my life, and learning to cope with the cold hard reality - there is no more ‘one big happy family’.

Along the years, my eldest sibling, who was in her teens and understood more than I ever could, began being suicidal. She did things I’m sure she’s not proud of today, and as a primary school boy I wondered why is all of this happening to her; to the others; to me. But I kept it all to myself, and began to develop a quiet, introverted personality.

As a pubescent entering his teenage years in secondary school, I became even more reclusive - not many people knew me, my classmates don’t really know me, and I was easily influenced by peers. Smoking, wasting time at the cyber cafe, pornography. Like I knew any better. Especially when my mom & dad only met up with me & the others during school holidays. And misery came knocking - more confusion of my identity surfaced, and in silence I suffered.

Suicide has never been more tempting.

Thank God, my life was turned around when I scored straight As for my PMR, and gained entry into MRSM (boarding school). And even then, a day after my good news, my grandmother passed away. I just could not comprehend at that time why God would be so harsh.

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Fast forward to 2007. I’m a week away from my IB final exams. And my mind is still a throbbing, bundle of messed up wires. Conflicts surely picked a good time to haunt my mind - I’ve been such an ass to my mom, and I haven’t gotten over a stupid crush over this person in college (how can I forget your gentle ways? Your earnest smile? Your intelligence and charming personality?)

Why am I longing for something that can never be mine, and abandoning the things that matters most?

Not to mention so many things I’ve yet to cover in my syllabus or manage to master. Plus Newcastle University’s ceiling high requirements. And all of this crap in my mind has yet to disappear.

And this is my only escapism from life’s realities. Apart from crying on the praying mattress for help from the Almighty.

LORD. HAVE MERCY :(

Tuesday, 24/4/2007.

I Will Learn To Be Strong: A Poem

Friday, April 6th, 2007

I will learn to be strong

push aside swelling emotions in me

whispers of deceitful lust and blasphemy

blinding feelings calling for a voyage,

down a river of flowing misery

I will learn to silence those voices.

 

I will learn to be strong

not letting another soul,

dare to wound me

dare to hurt me

dare to toy with my fragility

dare to manipulate my vulnerability,

I will learn to numb my pain.

 

I will learn to be strong,

to not be drifted away

by mere temptations,

to focus on things that matter to me,

like soaring in the sky of excellence

like the wonderful bondage with my loved friends

like absorbing all the knowledge and experience

life presents to me,

I will learn to strive

for the best I can be.

 

I will learn to be strong,

I will learn to carry on,

I will learn to cherish

every minute

every second

every breath

every heartbeat

and I, will learn

to dream on

of the infinite possibilities

of the million things I could achieve,

and I, will learn

to spread my wings

and fly high.

 

2/4/2007

,

6.50pm

I Hate Myself for Liking You: A Poem

Friday, April 6th, 2007

i

Despair,

depressing, weakening despair,

hovering over my sea of thoughts,

casting solemn shadows appearing from nought,

oh, billowing clouds of despair,

why do you render me helplessly desolate?

 

Reality,

struck hard like a bolt; reality,

vanishing my small ounce of hope into thin air,

crushing my feigned convictions into dusts of despair,

oh, blinding, fatal lightning of reality,

why do you render me so obsolete?

 

Gloom,

dark as the night, in envy of doom; spelling gloom,

as you pull me down, deeper into oblivion,

I cry for help, but in vain, I am caged in my delusion,

oh, haunting devils, dawning with gloom,

why do you render me so incomplete?

 

ii

I misled myself

into falling for you

so easy I was

swept over by your wave of charm

leaving me weak by your sparkling smile

a fool, I have been

extending my vulnerable heart

already scarred by deep wounds of yesterday

only to be left hanging by a thread of hair

as you leave me, isolate me,

ignoring my every presence.

 

Why do I always fall

for souls who will never save me

from my spiraling descent,

in a hole with no end

I dug myself into?

 

2/4/2007, 5.35pm