Joker Boat.

Hello.

I had steamboat yesterday, at the famous Yuen Steamboat Restaurant in PJ. It was... DELICIOUS. And incredibly fun. This dinner was sponsored, courtesy of Denise. Love ya'!

I brought Henry along, he was the only friend I could bring all the way to PJ, a day before our Physics tests. Mmhmm... Haha.

Anyway, I was glad I brought him along, he made alot of us laugh. I didn't laugh much because he always acted like that in school, and we're classmates. =.=" Haha.

So, I made new friends, most of them are older than me. Heh heh.

Anyway, I wanted to tell you readers about my journey with Henry to PJ.

We left home and arrived at the LRT station at 4-ish, took the train, talked and made fun of people all the way to Masjid Jamek, commuted to another train and headed for the Kelana Jaya station. From there we took a cab to the restaurant, halfway there, Denise messaged us, saying the dinner was an hour earlier, and would start at 6.

Henry and I looked at our watches. We arrived there at 5. Haha.

We messaged Denise that we arrived, so she asked us to get to Sunway Pyramid. So, our first assumption was that we would ALL gather there first and THEN head to the restaurant.

So, Henry and I... We live in Ampang, so we rarely head all the way to PJ, we don't know the place that well.

We walked to the side of the highway and held a cab. It was an Indian driver.

Here's a snippet of their conversation.

Driver: Mana?
Henry: Pyramid.
Driver: Huh?
Henry: Pyramid. Sunway Pyramid.
Driver: Aiyo! Pyramid dekat situ sajalah! *points* Jalan sajalah!

Henry slams the door, and we turn around. And what do you know... We saw the giant sphinx and pyramid there. We wondered how the heck did we miss that. Walked there, it took us about 5 minutes to reach the Pyramid.

So Denise calls us up as soon as we arrived, and we met up with her at the Entrance. We go inside, for twenty seconds, then rush back out. Get in her friend's car, and headed back to the restaurant.

Laughing yet? Yeah, I would be too.

I was fasting though, and I wasn't going to give that up just because I couldn't wait an hour, so I waited until it was 7.

Henry, being the dear friend that he was, sat next to me, and ate, and drank. Saying that he would wait for me, chanting it like a mantra as he swallowed his food and gulped his drinks.

Thanks, bro.

Anyway, we all hung out until 10. Before Denise invited all of us to head to AsiaCafe! I hadn't been there in a while, and I wanted to; but we had tests tomorrow. And if I didn't drag Henry home, he wouldn't get up for exams tomorrow, today. Haha.

A friend of Denise's dropped us off at Sunway Pyramid. And we grabbed a cab from there, headed to Kelana Jaya station. Headed back to Masjid Jamek, and there we waited for the LRT. Yeah, anyway, there was this creepy Arab guy who stood next to us waiting for the train. But he kept eye-ing Henry and I; well... Henry the most.

So, yeah, if his glance was an occasional stare, then we would be fine. But he stared at us like he was literally going to swallow us. Seriously.

When the train arrived, he stood next to us. Yeah... We knew it wasn't going to be comfortable from there.

Creepy Arab guy...

I'm not being racist here, but bear with me.

So, after that, he went down to Chan Sow Lin, and as soon as he got off, he looked around wildly;

Johan: Hmm... He's looking for a different target.
Henry: Haha.

And the night ended when we went separate ways.

END.

To reveal our scars.

Hey, readers.

I come to you today bearing a post containing subjects that can bring about painful memories. So, if you don't want to continue reading, then I understand. But for those who wish to listen to my pain, then please; continue reading.


Today, I spent the day at home. I had no extra classes today, and my friends are taking a short break from their trials.

So, about 2-3PM today, my mom called me up. Asking me how my day is, and how was my exams so far.

I told her about my recent loss of my former best friend, and she consoled me with wise words, just like she usually does.

Feeling sorry for me, she invited me to follow her and break fast at an Orphanage near town. I instantly rejected.

She wasn't surprised, neither was I.

But I bet you are.

It's an honorable thing to do, have dinner with kids who've never experienced what it's like to have a family.

But I rejected, because I'm still trying to overcome my problems. I felt selfish.

Some of my close friends know, that when I was merely a baby, my mother and father left me under the care of my grandparents for two years. My grandparents and aunties struggled through their life, but they still made room for me.

My mother returned two years later, she separated with my father. And eventhough she returned to bear the responsibilities of a mother, it took a while for my family to accept her back.

I lived my life as an affluent child, I believed the made-up story that my father died in a car crash. That was what I told my friends, because that was what I believed.

During break fast earlier, I simply stared at the small banquet laid before me, sipping warm tea, freshly poured from it's metallic pot.

I felt disappointed in myself, for not following my mother to the Orphanage. When I was the only one who could relate to those orphans the most. There was so much food left over, and out there somewhere children are not even being fed at all.

Just a few days ago, I learned that my father's real name is Ali. When for 17 years of my life, I've lived with the name; Mohd Johan Arieff bin Abdullah. Who is Abdullah?

And what hurts the most, is that my step-father returned from Europe, without informing my family. And he spoke to my mother about a divorce. Saying how they both had found who they really wanted to be with the most.

I was crushed. My Aunt dug this information from my mother, and it hurt that I had to find it out from my aunt.

Before my step-father left for Europe, he promised me that he would adopt me, and the name Abdullah would be replaced with his Muslim name. He wanted to show me what a father was like. And I believed it.

Where has those promises gone?

I'm not miserable, because I have loving friends, and my family cares for me.

The only father figure I've ever truly experienced is from my grandfather.

But even so, my family is struggling with financial issues.

So I turn to my friends.

I've lost two of my best friends in less than two years. Two individuals whom I've trusted with the power to be able to hurt me. And I trusted them never to use that power. But they did.

. . .

Enough of that, I needed to gush this out. I apologize if you expected a more exciting, or humorous post.

I'm sorry.

Just three more...

Hello, my readers.

Went to school today eventhough I had no exams, but my other classmates who were in Pure Science had bio.

My first suggestion was that I shouldn't go at all and just stay at home, study some Physics and Add. Maths.

But, due to the pleas of my classmates, I came to school.

I thought I could have some fun.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

I got my bloody SPM Schedule today.

Yes, the SPM Schedule. Not the trials. The ACTUAL SPM

Mm.

And now it's midnight, I'm talking to my brother, Henry. Here's a random snippet of our conversation.

It isn't cheap you know, being a stalker. says:
brb
Henry says:
HOOLIGHT
It isn't cheap you know, being a stalker. says:
back.
It isn't cheap you know, being a stalker. says:
hoolight?
It isn't cheap you know, being a stalker. says:
is that some sort of flashlight shaped like an owl?
Henry says:
hoolight = all right

Oh. Right.

Boring day.

So guys, I was just sitting at my computer, and I stared out my window, into the blank space of the sky; that's when a thought crossed my mind.

Why do balloons, get bigger... And bigger, but they just suddenly pop?

I mean... Is it because I poked it? Or is there some paranormal forces which are bent on destroying all balloons that are going beyond it's limit?

This is controversial.

Think about it.

Blow... Blow... Blow... Pop!

Why? What's the point? Is there a certain threat from balloons? Can they dominate the Earth if man grew careless?

Why?

I'm being sentenced with punishment for unknown charges.

Hi.

I'll try to keep this simple. Keep up, yeah?


First off, I do not appreciate the fact, that you of all people could not trust me, someone who has been there for you multiple times, to tell me what your problems were.

I also am very disappointed that you trusted the rumors circulating among people that do not like me, as they spread these rumors around school. You simply believed them.

I'm shocked that he had to call me and talk to me in the middle of the night, and tell me that you hated me.

But most of all, I'm not sorry. Because why? I'm not guilty. Heck, I don't even know what you hate me for.

All I know is; the way things are going, we can never be friends again. And the short time we spent together, I've always thought of you as my sister. I came to you when I had problems, and you came to me when you needed someone to talk to.

Where has all these memories gone?

I've shared so many secrets with you, and you with me. But now, because of a false rumor, our friendship is at stake. I accepted you into my family. And now you're acting like I'm scum born and raised in an alley.

At least have the dignity to talk to me. Not send your bodyguard to deliver your message.

If you really want to see me get hurt, then fine. Ask your guard to beat me, I won't fight back.

Give me a while, and soon; I'll be completely removed from your life. If that is what you want.

But I need to remind you though, all this time I've talked to you; I've always made it clear that I despise people when they assume the worst of people without confronting that person first.

And you're probably going;


Whatever... Whatever...

...Like how all the previous people I've confronted would reply.

But if you would really listen to the words of others, rather than your own best friend's.... Then, that just means everything that happened in our friendship was a complete LIE

I'll wait for your guard to confront me. And I expect you to be there when I face him. Because I want to see how much blood needs to be shed for you to be satisfied with yourself.

*cough*

*cough cough*

Hello.

I miss talking to you.

*cough*

Talk to me.

*cough cough*

The feeling I've missed.

So, fellow readers,

I just got back from school, resting so I can resume reading later. And by resting, I mean of course, going online.

My point is, that have you ever felt a warm and fuzzy feeling that rises from your chest, up all the way to your face? Your chest tightens, your throat gets stuffy, and you can't get that stupid looking smile off you face, you know what I mean?

And you're probably going;


But let me tell you, that feeling... I haven't experienced it for so long, I actually forgot what it's called. Is it butterflies fluttering in your stomach? Or is it just heartburn?

Anyway, this feeling has been bugging me since last night. A conversation with a certain someone gave birth to this feeling actually. Yeah, you know it's you. So anyway, I wish what you said was real. I really do...

Trials + Puasa = ???

How the hell does anyone study during Puasa...?

I'm too hungry to think...

The information leaks through me...

Argh...

Damn it.

I'll try to keep this short and simple.

I despise the fact that you live under one roof with this person.
I do understand the fact that this person has helped you through thick and thin.
I do not understand why that gives him the right to take advantage of you this way.
I also do not see why you have to drag me into this.
I do not want to be in any part of this disgusting charade.
I hate this. I hate the fact that you've kept such important secrets from me.
I hate the fact that I had to find out about these secrets from someone else.
I hate the fact that even when you're exposed, you put on a fake smile and lie to me.
...
I Hate This.


On a lighter note;
Selamat berpuasa everyone.