Of Studies and Music.

"Then the two of you would be better off not being science students !" She screams. Yet the only thought that came to my mind was, "I don't really give a fuck. Nothing's ruining my weekend." Thus ends my chemistry class, and begins my weekend.

Academic studies have always played a huge part in my life, whether i'd like it or not. Heck, i've spent nearly 11 years of my short life as a student, with the responsibility of cramming my mind with books, and not failing exams. Yet as i enrolled into high school, things are alot different, and i find myself struggling to fulfill these unwanted responsibilities. Though, end up crashing and burning to ashes each time i try. Or maybe, the theories of which state that i haven't even been trying are correct? Well if the definition of trying is wasting my time frolicking around life without even scratching the skin of my responsibilities; then yes, i have been trying. Otherwise, i've been one lazy bastard. Still, as the guns of 2011 had been shot, i've been going at alot of improvements. Just not enough at the moment.

Several days ago i found myself in thoughts of wanting to convert the vacant master bedroom of this house into my own personal music studio. And the corresponding thought that came to mind was how difficult it would be, seeing as the room has been left vacant for a long period of time, and i could only describe the state is was in as insanity. Still, my mind lingered with the dream of being able to write, rehearse, and record my music in the comfort of my own home. And so, as i came home from school the next day, i initiated the first step of converting the room. As of today, i finally managed to clean the room dry, as well it's bathroom. Now all that's left will be having to re-paint the room, and install all the musical equipments and interfaces. I'll be using all of my fathers old MIDI interfaces, mixers and such, which dates back to the 80's. I have high hopes it'll turn out good, though retro ;) .

Of Friends and Running Legs.

May I say, that as of yesterday, i had proven to myself that i was made for the glory of provoking the crowd. Whether it's for my own glory, or maybe it serves to the fact that i find the people's screams for entertainment oh most amusing, still, i won't deny the fact that the attention keeps my adrenaline going. And we love it. If you'd take the time to reform that sentence, it mostly falls to the fact that i'm an attention whore. Haha! As i was saying, pumping up the anticipation and screams of the crowd gets me going, which i'd say would make a great recipe for stage presence with my band, of which untill now still remains un-named.

Yesterday held the annual cross-country run that my prison holds. And compared to the one's held in previous years, i'd say that this year would serve as my favourite. Why, you may ask? Well firstly, maybe it's because of the fact that in previous years, i failed to even try running, and instead i walked through the whole track, taking my own time. This year however, i made a difference to that, and finished in at around the 26/7th place. Not much, but still, i'm a proud person, haha. (Congrats to Kohpathy, Darshen, Joshua, and Shaun for earning their medals) . And to add in to that previous statement, this year i was given the chance to provoke a large crowd, which was the entire student body divided into groups named Bendahara, Temenggung, Laksmana, Syahbandar, and Hulubalang. Easy to say, i served as the mascot of Bendahara, and did my part well as to pump up their excitement and screams for glory, as well as jokingly (and not in a way that would cause any destructive actions), provoke the opposing crowds. I loved it. Oh, and i had a lot of fun taking photos with Farahin and her friends. And we celebrated Kok Way's birthday, which ended up in an all out water fight. Got wet.

Of School And People.

For the first time this year, having botched all of our previous Biology, Chemistry, and Physics experiments, today it seems we proved that the best was yet to come, as we made our first successful experiment yet. Which was an electrical circuit equipped with an Am and Volt meter, to study the Current to it's Potential difference and whatnot. Taking a step back from the high fives, and joyous celebrations of our successful experiment, i noticed of how all of us were not much different from how we were during primary school. We made as much noise (more, in my case), and laugh the same way. Earlier in the day, Mr Revee who happened to come by the class, took the time to state how happy he was seeing the improvements in our student body. By saying these words, he gave the class (or at least me) the motivation we needed, like he always did during his 2 years of teaching our classes. However, i don't think improvement would be the proper word, seeing as it wasn't the attitude of our students that needed changing. It was the determination that needed a boost jab. And as we've grappled our way into the final year of secondary school, it would be fair to say that each of us has changed alot, yet stayed the same nerdy goofs.

The year 2001 served as my fifth year here in Malaysia. And although i did learn the language, it wasn't of any practicality until i enrolled into my first year of primary school. I only served through 5 months of kindergarten, which explains my incapability to make connections with any other person at those early ages. And having enrolled in a school with Malays as the 98% majority, my language skills were put to the test. The first few weeks were utterly tragic, as i could barely even understand the terms or slang that everyone else was speaking of. Heck, i could barely even count in the language. But my failure in fitting in is not the point of focus here, as i am writing these words not to describe myself. But to reminiscence the people i've known in the past, describe their characters, traits, and in the end of this expedition, sum everything up as how they've helped me get to where i am ;) . A friend of mine, Zafi, of whom is a huge fan of literary arts, and has been supporting my interest in arts, gave me this idea. So from now on; alongside my usual -less-than-daily- posts, i'll be writing up these historic events at intervals of at least once a week. And in each week, i'll be describing more recent arcs of my life, and the people i've met along the way.

-hezza-ezzickry =)

Of 180° Flips and Friends.

It's been an oh-so-very boring Tuesday for me. Can't categorize it as anything less than very mundane. I woke up at about 2pm, after falling asleep last night at 3 or so. Of course the first thing I looked for was food. But i'm not sure if what i ate could be accepted as lunch, coz all i had were a few buns, chocolate, and a small pie. Should have gave me a sufficient amount of glucose and fibres. But maybe not enough carbs, seeing as i fell asleep not too soon after, at about 5. Wanted to go out skating, but Eman and Fared were skating at Bandar Kinrara today, and i had no matter of transport. It started raining not too soon after, which is another reason of why i slept the whole day. Now im awake again, only to realize that i spent the day doing nothing. I hate this feeling.

Yesterday however, was pretty much entertaining, even though it started out rather boring in school. I couldn't help myself from falling asleep in math's class. Not too soon after, in the last period of school, Darshen, Joshua, Din and me played a pretty much awesome game, during Physics. The rules were simple. We'd play rock paper scissors, and the loser would have to undo their pants to certain levels. The more times you'd lose, the faster you'd embarrass yourself. Reached home at about 1;30 in the afternoon, and fell asleep not too soon after. Woke up at about 5, to find Eman's message on facebook. "Zic, jom skate?" . And so i rushed off excitedly to the futsal court. It was only me, Zach, and Eman at first. But that was good enough, seeing as for the past few weeks it had only been me and Zach. Zahin would come on occasions. But then, soon after, Afit arrived with his MyVi. Got me thinking of how much i wanted my own vehicle. So we skated. I only worked on my 180 flips most of the time, untill finally it started raining at about 7. Afit dropped me and Zach off at home, then we went to the local Mamak like we usually do with my parents. Got home at about 10, only to find Eman on facebook again. "Zic, jom skate malam?" . Oh how excited i got. Rushed off to the futsal court, borrowed the keys and electrical fuse from Pakcik Raja, then started skating. Fared arrived not too soon after, and owned the games of SKATE we played. Was fun though. It's been a long time since all of us skated together at night, seeing as nowdays everyone is busy with their own lives. Yeah, i miss those times. But last night was still awesome, and very nostalgic :) .

*game of SKATE, is like HORSE.

Of cats and the band.

"I don't even own any cats. It's for the cats that come by my house every once in a while." Says an elderly lady to the cashier, as she paid for several cans, a few packets, and a 1.5kg bag of catfood. I've been without sleep for the past 27 hours, and i was in a rather aggravated mood throughout the whole day. Yet this elderly woman in a local speedmart made me smile inside, thinking that there were still people on this world that showed the simplest yet most meaningful kindness.

They were holding talent auditions for the show Tom-Tom-Bak earlier today at the SACC Mall, Shah Alam. I reached home at about 9am from my night out, to find that everyone was up and ready. My parents had a customer/client to meet, followed by the auditions in which my brother, Zach was taking part. I couldn't help myself from dozing off every few minutes. I was constantly trying to pry my eyes open, and as we reached the mall, i spent several minutes resting in the toilet at one-hour intervals, as we waited for my brother's 5 minutes on stage to arrive. Tom-Tom-Bak is a show in which allows children below the age of 12 to show-off their talents to the rest of Malaysia, whether its singing or dancing or any other artistic arts. But as I watched the contestants going on and off stage from my vantage point on the second floor, the only quote that kept going through my head was, "Tom-Tom-Bak is pedophilia at it's best." My own thoughts left me appauled. By 6pm, Zach got on stage as the final contestant. He did great, singing Justin Bieber's baby.

Prior to the events i stated in the previous paragraph, which corresponds to being the previous night, I had band practice along with Onet, Nabil, Syamim, and Alam. Spent 2 hours in the studio from 1-3am, yet due to technical problems, we could only finish one song which was one of our originals. The mic was not well though, and due to this, i had to scream my lungs out throughout the whole 2 hours, seeing as i serve as the band's voc's. Screaming at the top of my lungs throughout a song is a problem though, seeing to the fact that it would only become unstable. In the end, i sounded like The Sex Pistol's Johnny Rotten. After the jam session, we all went back to Alam's apartment, and spent the night there. All i could get was about half an hour of sleep though, due to my problem with sleeping in an unfamiliar location. Tried to think up of names capable enough of suiting this band. None came up good enough though. But at this point i've got my mind sorta set on Apple's Dead Sugar, Amber Smiles, and No More Time. So after the half hour doze, i woke up at 8, packed my bag, and walked over to the bustop opposite the apartment. Promised i'd get home by 9, and i did.

Unfortunately, this is an old photo. Taken before Syamim was able to join us these 4 sons-of-guns, as the 2nd guitarist.

Apple's Dead Sugar.

I'm sure a few of you may have noticed that i've deleted all my (92) previous posts, on this blog. For what reason you may ask? No reason whatsoever i'd answer. The logs of my previous years got a bit too cluttered for my liking i suppose. Whats done is done, and all is well. So let's start updating on my current life, shall we? =p

First of all, as of right now, i'm preparing for two major crossroads at the end of this year, which would be my SPM exams, and my school's prom. In which, my band will be playing live for the first time. I'd be lying if i said i wasn't excited. My mind blows up to the point of euphoria each time i think about it, hehe ! Oh and the band, consists of Nabil as the lead guitarist, his friend Syamim on 2nd guitar, Onet on bass guitar, Alam on drums, and moi as lead vocals. Hahaha, let's see if i can pull this off without causing any major disasters :) . The band's name hasn't really been confirmed yet though. But i'm pretty much stuck on Onet's idea, "Apple's Dead Sugar". The Apple part, derived from the name of this cute girl that i've been texting =p haha !

Friends have been coming and going throughout my 17 years. And especially during these few recent years. But even more during last year's year-end holidays. I suppose it's at this point of my life where i'll find my supposed true friends. I'd say otherwise, because all friends are true (literally speaking). It's just that some are great human beings of which you need and will rely on, and some on the other hand, are just plain asses ! =p . But i'm glad to say, that at this point of time, i have some really great friends, old and new :) .

Family has been good. Alot of ups and downs, but overall i'd say i'm satisfied. Although, Edwin once said to me that gets closer with his family as he grows. He got me thinking, on whether am i still considered close to my family. Of course i no longer sit on my parent's laps, or run around exclaiming my love for them, but still, the relationship is there. And i guess it's not that i'm growing further away from them, but it's as my mind grows, the type of relationship grows and changes as well. Doesn't mean that i'm not close to my family anymore. Just means i'm alot different from when i was 6 :) .

Daily activities? As usual, seeing as school has started, each morning starts with a freezing cold bath, followed by 6 hours of jamming my head in school. Followed by a walk home, and a 3 hour nap. As soon as i wake up, depending on the weather, i head straight off to the futsal court at Taman Tenaga for the usual skateboarding session. Onet and Nabil rarely ever joins anymore though, due to responsibilities in the form of their burger stall. And Eman has moved to Cyberjaya, only to be seen on weekends. After skating, i go jogging, take my bath, homework, and sleep. That is the usual day in the life of this asshole :) .