past and Present

0506hrs just got home as usual after doing some errands and got a toolbox to fix up my van…..haben been writing for a while already……been lazy……asked my buddy max todae….did i made a difference ever since i wash my hands off all the work 2 years ago? his reply….( u had tried but still there is company and material pressure around u…….), I am trying…….i already lost someone very precious 10 years ago because i forget to keep my promises….kanah caught in the end….very regret…..shouldnt had done it……one time wrong nevermind……many time wrong …..i was screwed……..met ***** at a fair 1 year back when in army wanted to tell ***** I changed already…….but the way *****talk to mi was very very no chance……..and the words cannot come out from my mouth…..haha this always happen one, well i guess its a man thing call pride…..but at tat moment really wanted to sae sorry which a word tat seldom comes out from mi……this time i’m very serious….if got 1 more chance again i swear i will not repeat my mistakes again……max asked mi y i asked such funny funny questions recently……my reply (someone sae my atitude very bad). I ask myself again ( i very lousy to pple around mi still meh?? then how??) ……stress…….go down for a stick 1st now…….

wuooooo….its been a long time since I last wrote something….reallly busy recently eversince got a new project and this btw reminds mi back in 1995 we were finally in sec3 express, for mi it was so difficult to get there, i had to retake my papers three times to pass….this year was really even tougher, too many things to do….especially projects…..there just not enuff time for us to hang outside and do part time jobs anymore….but not to worry…..if theres a will theres a way…..something came into my mind when mi and my friend look at tat special kid, we started to make friends wif him, kept his cell phone number, hang out with him in sckool, assure him tat when anyone finds trouble with him , come to us ( well of cos, tat doesnt means we will defend him )…. in exchange, we were able to get him to add our names in his projects, and of cos we would had to fork out some cash for materials and tat the cash we can get it back from him by some other means…..see ? problems solved….oo tat was easy…..in additional of cos some homework where we ask him to do double copies with different hand writings……wow this was heaven created by the geniuses of class 3E4……oo and not to forget ( i think it was 1993)abt the rise of junction 8 from flat land came our dreams, we were all illusionating wad we could do once after sckool from then on…..truely enuff….we started bring along extra home clothes to get our ass in tat gamearcade after sckool and spent the rest of the day in there…..and the unexpected happened….we started to excel more in arcade games than our sckool work…..as our syndicate grew by the day by organising motor racing, table soccer, street fighter and etc competitions with cash prizes, it even attracts outsider to take part and create new challenges….

Hmmm…….theres this very ‘’special” kid…..and this very ‘’special” gal……ok fine….the gal is abit deaf she needs hearing aid and well not very pleasant looking…and the kid a real trouble maker who never fails to remind our class teachers abt class tests on the spot, i recalled whenever he shoot us by reminding the teachers abt the tests, rite after sckool his going to face alot of damn big problem…..we locked him in the classroom with us and started to shout at him and to an extend my friend threw a table rite across the classroom at him and i threw a chair, well he was hiding under the teachers table screaming for help, actually all we wanted to tell him is to tell him to keep his mouth shut at all times….

U see…abt this ‘’special” gal…..my friend gave her a nickname…..it all happened one dae while my friend was reading a label on a basketball saying made in ALL ENGLAND and suddenly she turns around ….YESSSS………..damn fxxking freak man!!!!!since tat dae onwards tats her name …..All England….and ’cause of her specialty, anyone who she approaches, runs away even the rest of the gals man…..freak man!! u know wads the worst thing?? she took chase also!!!!sometimes chasing pple around the sckool till the victim gives up….

It was a very sporty year for all of us, basketball, soccer, ruby( more like a bashing session), mountain biking everywhere we can think of, catching snakes and fishes in the moonson drain behind the sckool, orgainsing chalets, running out from classes and tuitions, returning home really late(or really early morning) after disco and pubbing sessions……

I could still recall how hard me and my buddies worked for the mid year exams to get our ass up to the express stream in the 1st year in sec…..of course not all of us managed to…….one was my primary sckool buddy that came along wif mi……and of cos of it was quite a thing u know for our type to actually managed to get ourselves promoted up…..somehow after we got promoted to sec 1 express after the mids…..many of us begin to underestimate the sckool and overestimated …heehee…ourselves…..well….still not so bad tat we still get promoted to sec 2 EXPRESS though not every gd results….( it all started from year 2 )…….begining of a saga…….. 

Everyone’s blur as we step into our new class room and couple of retainees retro themselves to us……..i was like…….wad the hell!!! U ALL RETAIN SEC 1??????? and proceeded to take our sit and i met my best friend to be for the next ten years….and we got into our so call 1st fight trying to re-educate one of our classmates…teaching him to behave like a man…. didnt go well….he became a mad dog dashing towards us and we dodged, letting him crash into the wall and ended up with a swollen forehead and a split pants at the bottom…heehee…and we were laughing our ass off for the whole three years over this incident……

….hihi…..everyone, I dont know if i had use it rite or not….’cause I dont know how to use a blog service and I dont know y I’m using it now……maybe it was a friend who give me this interesting idea tat i should post my own blog, it will be great and simply ridiculous to hear abt my past in full detail and how it changes to the present, i wish i could relate everything but now i’m only depending on all the flashbacks to record it down and also assist mi to remember my past as it gets blurrer everydae……..