Life and All His Friends

Michael Jackson, Dota, and what guys do in Midvalley

2010-12-17T07:03:00.000-08:00

Michael Jackson might have passed on, but he still managed to put together a new song out now: Hold my Hand, a duet with Akon. It's not too bad, go check it out.

Dota. It's big and well-known among guys, much to the dismay of many couples. It's almost like Call of Duty:Black Ops except Dota is more for my area maybe. You should see the amount of groups on Facebook saying like

Guy: You break my heart, I break yours

Girl: You break my heart, I break your Black Ops CD

Guy: *Gasps in horror*

or this

Girl: My boyfriend broke up with me *crying*

Protective brother: What? Imma kill that bitch! Did he say why he did it??

Girl: I accidentally broke his Black Ops disc...

Protective brother: Ohmigo-- what da hell wrong with you woman? Get out of the house now!

Girl: But--but

Protective brother(not so protective now I guess): OUT!

Yeah so you get the idea. Guys can get pretty addicted to games, especially those that give us the competitive edge, the one that pits us against other guys just so we can prove we're better. And sometimes we just like killing things. It's the adrenaline rush thingy.

SO, if you're ever thinking of playing Dota, you could try it out, it's quite fun and all.. sometimes... Beware though if you're new and all and you can't keep up with the other player's online? You're doomed. Dota does NOT bring out the best in human nature, you will be screwed on repeatedly through the chat if you're not doing you're part, and that can happen quite a lot. In a perfect world, there'd be no cursing or swearing or demeaning or abuse in Dota. But that'd probably take out the competitive edge somewhat.

Still with me so far? Or did you skip that part just now. I know, some people get pretty puzzled as to why we play Dota or any other games for long, long hours. It's simple, it's competitive, you get to show you're good at it while having fun, sometimes it gets your adrenaline pumping too. It's a guy thing most of the time. I'm surprised I actually know two or three girls that actually play Dota.

So what do guys do in Midvalley when they're out together? (no girls around :P) well, the movie's kinda almost like, tradition by now. There's the arcade too, and bowling, not the type of stuff I like to do but I'll follow the crowd. We walk around looking at girls too. A lot. We don't stare like perverts or stuff I mean, we look at 'em for like a second before moving on. Some of us give a rating by saying out a number from 1 to 10. Now before you go shouting "woman's lib!!!" and coming after me with pitchforks and torches, tell me one law that states it's wrong to look at members of the opposite sex and that it is a punishable offence. And the numbers thing? We don't go shouting the numbers out so the girl will know. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and what exactly is wrong if the beholder simply says to his or her friends that he or she thinks a certain guy or girl is attractive or not? We're not full of ourselves, we don't think of ourselves as someone who can get any girl we see and suddenly we can start rating everyone. No, we're just average guys having some simple fun at no one's expense.

Incidentally, there are a LOT of couples in Midvalley. The whole place is swarmed with 'em. Can almost make a guy feel envious..

oh, and yes there's something called laser tag at Midvalley. Wonder if it's any good

In silence lies the heart in pain,

A layer of doubt, like mist, perhaps rain,

A delay, for a second like a lifetime,

like a desert of a grain,

a drop like a sea,

a crack as if already broken.

Reboot a.k.a back from the dead?

2010-12-16T08:59:00.000-08:00

Is it really me?

back from the dead?

revisiting this forsaken piece of um... i-dunno-what... on the internet?

yeah I guess so, see I got bored and, shit happened (or rather shit didn't happen, so that's why I'm bored)

Right so, I got nothin' to do, I just finished a part of this story I'm doing called Red Majestic (it's about a kid who becomes a superhero and ooh did I mention he's hot? yeah you should totally check him out sometime, oh wait you can't cos the chances of it getting published is the square root of negative 2, oh well...), scrolling down through facebook looking for some interesting stuff. Usually nothing interesting ever appears but, hey, I'm a weird kind of guy, hopeless hope comes naturally to me.

Now I know, I mentioned stuff about posting only stories here, but eff that, no one's gonna pass by and read 'em anyway *shows rude gesture to all the other popular blogs with stories out there wooo*

So it's been about a week after SPM, I can't really describe what I'm feeling now... Somehow I don't feel as great as I thought it would be? I mean don't get me wrong, SPM was stressful, especially the part where right before the last two papers, I get diagnosed with appendicitis and I'm told I had to go chop out my appendix. Now that kinda sucked. Couldn't study anything at all so, goodbye bio and accounts, see ya from heaven.

It gets boring you know, for any guy or girl who hasn't finished their SPM, unless of course you have a life, then you probably won't be that bored. Somehow, the routine-like thing of going to school over and over again and rejoicing when it's Friday has just... dug it's way deep into me I guess. It was familiar, sometimes it was fun, sometimes I damn near felt like just sleeping in class ignoring everyone and everything *that's the emo side of me by the way, be nice :)* Now that's probably all gonna go away. I knew everyone's name in my class, I poked fun at most of them, and now, knowing that it'll all be gone soon has me at a kind of...revelation I guess.

I realize that things are going to change. They already have started to. And my stand on this change is something like "I defy you change!!! Go away!" But it's not going away. It's here to stay. You can laugh and play. Or cry and bay (that means fight when you're cornered by the way =) it. just. won't. go. away. You have to take it in stride I guess. I know I'll survive, I can adapt, we all can. But the things that I wanted to do, the things I should have done, the things that could have been, they were the past. Now is the present. That is the future *points at uncertain, foggy road that popped out of nowhere* Sometimes I think I'm facing it alone. I guess I'm right, we're all gonna face it alone. It's just that some of us are more better equipped than the other, and some of us have more confidence, more companions. I've made it this far with what I have though, and it's what I have right now that counts. I don't know for sure, who I can count on, what I can do, what will become of me.

This is not me being emo. This is me reminiscing. Right before things change. Reminiscing one last time.

Remember, remember, the days of December, the day we left our schools forever.

Remember this when we are older:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both,

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could,

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there,

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay,
In leaves no step had trodden black,

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh,

Somewhere ages and ages hence,

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I...

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made a difference.

The Road Not Taken, a beautiful poem by Robert Frost.

i'm so lazy to update

2010-01-09T08:39:00.000-08:00

lol, school's started again, DAMMIT^(%#$*(@@ and i can onli go online on weekends T.T

here's the continuation...

She knew that the boy was sincere and would keep his word regardless of anything.

“Okay, I believe in miracles, but can I at least know a name I can call you by?”

The boy looked at his wristwatch quickly. Hayley hadn’t noticed a watch on his hand before. He had probably conjured it only just. “Woah! Look at the time! I’ve really got to go my dear, I’ll see you tomorrow? Yes, I’m coming tomorrow as well.”

Hayley wasn’t buying his act, he knew she was trying not to answer her. “Where are you going?”

“Uhhh...—National Miracle Makers’ Association meeting...”He said lamely.

“There’s an association of miracle makers?” She said, interrogating him.

“Yeah...I think...” Hayley raised an eyebrow. “I hope...?” Said the boy. Hayley didn’t even blink. “I wish...?” He said, “I’ll make one on my way then.”

He snapped his hands together and said, “Anyway, you can walk back to the hospital on you own right? Or do you want me to call a cab?”

“Uhh... I’m sure I can make my way back to the hospital.” Of course, she also had to deal with her 9kg battery and her weak heart.

“Don’t worry about your heart and that battery of yours. Good bye then!” Without another word, he melted into the darkness of dusk. It was already 7:35 p.m. She had been out of her room for a long time. The nurses were probably worried sick. But that’s what happens when you follow a stranger who claims he can give you a heart. Thought Hayley.

She made her way to the hospital as fast as she could. She had obviously missed some medication and check ups she was supposed to have but she felt fine.

At the hospital, no one seemed to notice that she had been gone from her room all. The staff were as they were, nodding and some smiling at Hayley when they saw her. She went up to a middle-aged nurse. “Siti, did anything happen while I was gone?”

“Happen? Nothing’s happened, and what do you mean while you were gone?”

“Nothing,” Hayley said quickly. “Didn’t know what I was saying.”

The nurse gave her a small smile. “You’re probably just tired dear. Go get some rest.”

2009-12-23T02:05:00.000-08:00

If anyone read the posts before...this is a continuation.

Hayley giggled. A miracle maker that looked 14 and said that he was 565 and claimed that was a young age was rather comical. “You’re really 565?”

“Give or take three years, ten months and nineteen point nine three seconds.”

“So have you travelled a lot during all those years?”

The boy raised two palms signalling for her to stop. “What’s with all the questions? None of the people I’ve performed miracles for have ever been this chatty.”

“You don’t have to answer them. If you don’t want to, I mean.”

“No, I don’t mind answering them. I’m just curious about why you’re asking so many questions.”

“You mean no one’s ever asked you these questions before?”

“Duh, it’s not as if I talk to everyone I see. I hardly communicate with other people, mostly because I don’t want the word of me being a miracle maker spreading around. Or maybe it’s because I’m not that sociable...” He paused to scratch his head. “In fact you’re probably the only person I’ve spoken to this past five years. I do most of my work secretly.”

“Why don’t you want people to know you’re a miracle maker?” Hayley asked.

“Think about it, if word got out that I’m some sort of weirdo with the ability to perform miracles, they’d probably try to hunt me down don’t you think? It could be for selfish reasons or maybe selfless reasons but I’d still be hunted. And I don’t like being hunted, most of them are greedy, selfish people anyway.”

Hayley decided not to ask him more questions. He put his hands around the back of his head and reclined on the bench. He seemed almost asleep.

The boy sighed. “I have actually.”

“Have what?”

“Travelled a lot all those years. Practically the whole world.”

“Wow, that’s something. I’ve only travelled around Malaysia.”

“Probably better anyway. Not all the places I visited were pleasant.”

Hayley decided to sit down after all. “I wouldn’t mind as long as I get to see some nice places.”

The boy looked at her. “Would you really? You think you could handle all those war-torn ravaged lands? Those dark islands which are deserted except for a few deserted people resorting to cannibalism? All those deserts with people struggling to survive the day?” He shook his head. “No, not even if you had your heart. No normal person could take all those and live. Miracle makers can never be hurt physically, and it’s a good thing too.”

Hayley stayed silent. It was obvious that the boy had been through many places which had clearly terrified him. “Okay... Let’s focus on the cheerful places.”

The boy laughed. “I’ve been to some nice places. The countries in Europe are nice, most of them anyway. I’ve been to Australia a couple of years back, had to help a family with heat stroke.”

“Do you ever travel around just for fun?” Asked Hayley.

“I do travel for fun. But I also do work while on my travels. If I don’t travel for fun, I wouldn’t be travelling at all! Get what I mean? I don’t travel because I have to it’s because I want to.”

Hayley sighed. “Some day, if I get my heart, I’ll travel around and visit some nice places.”

“Hold on, did I hear an ‘if’ in that sentence? I’m going to give you your heart indefinitely. My miracles don’t have ‘ifs’ in them, they work without fail.” Said the boy. As if to prove his point, he made a small wave of his hand towards the ground where Hayley’s feet were. Immediately, small seedlings began sprouting from the ground. Those seedlings grew taller and flowers began blooming from the buds.

Finally, they stopped growing, and the final result was beautiful to behold. It was a garden of different flowers, all living and healthy and in full bloom. There were sunflowers, hibiscus’, roses, carnations, orchids and so many more including some Hayley had never seen before.

“Assume this as a promise.” Said the boy softly, gesturing at the flowers.

Hayley had never seen any flowers that were quite as beautiful or colourful before. She touched the petal of a flower she couldn’t really identify. It was red, a very bright, fiery red which seemed to give out a warmth that made it feel as if it were really on fire.

2009-12-21T09:19:00.000-08:00

lols, just for fun, i'm gonna do a 3rd post, wonder if anyone's gonna read it anyway...

The air at the park was refreshing. Hayley had spent a long time in the hospital where the air had distinct scent of medicine. It was great to smell the air around the park for a change.

The boy wasn’t enjoying it as much, after all he was the one lugging her 9kg battery that was needed to power her mechanical heart. “Now I know why you’re so thin.” The boy said as he struggled to carry the battery properly. “It’s from carrying this heavy, metal thingamajiggy!”

“No, I’m thin because of the frequent infections I’ve been having. I have to be fed fluids instead of real food. I really miss my mom’s cooking... And what’s a thingamajiggy?”

“It’s a...thingy. So you miss real food?”

“Of course.”

“So what sort of food do you miss?”

“Hmmm...I miss all sorts of food. Any sort of food.”

“Does that include maggot cheese, duck liver or bull’s penis? They are food.”

“Okay, nothing that freaky. Just plain old Malaysian food. I miss KFC especially!”

The boy raised an eyebrow. “You have a mechanical heart, and the food you miss the most is KFC? Well...that’s--awkward. I mean it is high in cholesterol and everything.”

“Just because I have a mechanical heart doesn’t mean I have to think of veggie everyday.” Hayley said.

The boy signalled Hayley to stop. He was tired already, but Hayley felt great. She didn’t notice that they had walked around the park twice.

The boy placed the battery steadily and sank into a bench. The bench hadn’t been there two seconds before.

“So, do you miss any food?” Hayley asked.

“Okay, why are we talking about food?”

Hayley shrugged. “Maybe because I miss eating?”

“You’ll get to eat plenty after you get your heart.”

Hayley didn’t feel like sitting down so she circled the bench the boy was sitting on. She felt too energetic.

“I do miss certain foods actually.” Said the boy.

“Oh really? What sort of food? Maggot cheese?”

The boy shook his head. “Malaysia has some fine food. Maybe I’ll stick around here for awhile. I forgot how nasi lemak tastes like. I spent the last three years eating raw fish at an Eskimo village somewhere near Siberia. You wouldn’t believe what cold raw fish tastes like after you have it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Dim sum would make a great difference.”

“So how old are you exactly? You talk as if you’re ancient.”

The boy frowned in thought. He counted his fingers. “I’m quite young. I’m around 565 years old.”

SO LONG WEEE

2009-12-19T22:49:00.000-08:00

haha so...everyone's saying my first blog post was too long...

I HATE ALL OF U

no, no onli kidding i love all of u, seriously :)

so i will shorten my posts...onli thing is if ur gonna read my other posts u hv to read the first one cos its sort of like...continuous? ya i noe it suxs weeeee

“What do you mean you’re going to give me a heart?” Hayley asked the strange boy.

“I mean I’m going to give you a real heart, not that mechanical thingamajiggy that you have inside you now.” Said the miracle maker.

“How’re you going to do that?” She asked.

“I don’t know. Not yet anyway.”

“So you don’t know how you’re going to perform this miracle?”

The boy felt a little irritated. Hayley was correct, he still did not know how to give her a heart. He couldn’t just make it appear out of thin air; even he had limitations to his abilities. “I don’t know yet. There’s a difference. I’m still thinking about how to get you a heart.”

The boy sighed. “Let’s go for a walk. There’s a nice park nearby right?”

Hayley shook her head. “I can’t go out today. I feel tired.” It was true, she felt quite tired. “Anyway, I might get some sort of infection from outside.”

“You’ll feel better once you’re walking. And when you’re with me you don’t have to worry about viruses or infections and stuff like that. You’ll have to worry about things far dangerous than that actually.” Said the boy.

“I don’t know if I should be worried or relieved about what you just said,” She sighed. “Fine, I’ll go. But don’t blame me if I black out or something.”

The boy was already opening the door. “Don’t worry, you won’t.” He said cheerfully. However, discreetly he said, “I hope.”

First post, (partay time?? :)

2009-12-17T08:34:00.000-08:00

So...i've started a blog... and, well I haven't got much to talk about. Sooo story bloggie anyone?? :D

haha, i typed some stories b4...never really finished any cos i never bothered showing most of them to anyone. Hopefully...if u have time u might read it? :)

So here goes. This story is about a boy. And a girl. And some other stuff, oh just read it already:

*WARNING, speling n gramar mistakes are not been cheked yet* only kidding, but seriously*

Tells the tale of a person who can do the incredible..and a person who needs the incredible done to survive.

It had hurt ever since she was young. Hayley had only been two when she had suffered from end-stage heart failure, but she had survived the illness. However, after 11 years, her heart could take it no longer. Hayley’s heart was failing, and she needed a new one, fast. To support her failing heart, she had been hooked up with a device, commonly known as a mechanical heart, which aided her heart’s functions. But the machine could only last for two years, and time was running out. Already a year had gone by, and still she had not received a suitable heart.

Today was September 29. It had been a year since Hayley had been implanted with the mechanical heart. She had only a year to go left. Time was running out.

Hayley sat on her hospital bed, tired from the day’s events. She had attended a press conference on her condition. There she had broken down. Tears streamed down her eyes as she pleaded, “How much longer do I have to wait for a heart?” She said to the people present at the press conference. She did not know what else to say. She had been disappointed many a time by different heart donors who were either of a different blood type or heart size. She knew it was not the fault of anyone, but she just felt so hopeless.

It was around 8.00 p.m. A boy around 14 years old picked up a newspaper from a nearby newspaper stand. The headline read “Teenager Still Waiting For Heart”. He read the front page and was about to read the continuation of the article when a burly-looking man appeared. “This ain’t a library, kid. You want to read that, you’ve got to pay for it,” The man spitted.

“How much?” Asked the boy. The man smiled wickedly and said, “RM 3.50.” The price was obviously much more than it should have been, but the boy just fished out four RM1 notes and put it on a pile of newspapers.

“Keep the change.” Said the boy, and he walked off just like that with the paper.

When the boy was out of his sight, the man selling newspapers laughed at the foolish boy. “Sucker.” He said outloud. He looked at the spot where the teenager had left the money...only to discover it wasn’t there anymore. “What the...?” He turned his gaze towards where the boy had walked off and sweared loudly.

It was the boy who laughed this time. “Sucker.” Said the boy. The man had tried to cheat him of his money, and he had been so happy with his success that he had not even bothered to pocket the money immediately. Not that it would have made much difference anyway, whether he had pocketed it or not. The boy could still have taken it.

You see, this boy was special. He had a gift of performing miracles. He could do the impossible, he could return sight to a blind man if he wanted to, even bring rain to a drought-stricken wasteland. However he does not do it everyday. He does his work secretly, perhaps curing a poor farmer’s herd of sheep of some deadly sickness, or even stopping a small village from being invaded by warlords. After all, no one wants too much attention.

To tell his story or his origin would be too long and would probably take a year and a half. He only looks fourteen and acts fourteen but he is far, far older than fourteen. He seldom uses a name because few know him.

He walked along a deserted park at around 10 o’clock at night humming the tune of a song. He read the article of a teenage girl in need of a heart and his body shivered. He felt strange. Sadness didn’t come easily to him having lived for years and seeing many tragic incidents. But he felt tears in his eyes.

Rarely had he felt the feeling of hot tears in his eyes. He allowed one to flow down his cheek before getting a grip on himself. “Seems this young lass needs a miracle.” He said to himself and grinned. “Well then, she’ll get the best there is.”

“How are you feeling today Hayley?” Asked one of the nurses. There were two nurses doing a daily check on her. The nurses and doctors were all kind toward her and Hayley was grateful for that.

Hayley felt tired and sickly despite having a night’s sleep. “You have a visitor today.” Said one of the nurses.

“Who is it? Is it my parents?” She asked the nurse. Hayley’s parents visited her almost everyday without fail, they desperately wanted to be with their daughter every second but they had jobs to be taken care of.

“No. He’s a handsome boy.”

Hayley thought hard to see if she knew any handsome boys. “Fikri?”

“No, someone else. I’ll send him in now, shall I?” Said the nurse, and she left without another word.

An instant later, a boy stood at Hayley’s room door. He knocked and let himself in. “Hello there. My gosh you look thin!” The boy had a shocked look on his face.

Hayley just stared at him. She had never met the boy before. Was he in the wrong room?

The boy regained himself and put on a smile. “Sorry, but you do look grossly thin. I’m sure that can be cured.”

Hayley just stared at the boy, too surprised to say anything. The boy frowned. “Well aren’t you going to say anything? Oh, wait, are you to weak to talk?”

“I’m sorry but have I met you before?” She said, proving him wrong.

“Of course not. You’re too young to know me. I haven’t been in Malaysia for years.” He said simply. “I hope you like carnations, I brought you some.” True enough, there was a bouquet of different coloured carnations in his right hand. Hayley could have sworn they weren’t there a moment ago.

Hayley just stared awkwardly at the stranger. She was sure she had never met him before in her entire life, and he himself had said so too. So what was he doing in her room with flowers and searching for a vase?

“This will do nicely.” Said the stranger as he reached under her bed and pulled out a pretty little vase with little flowers on it. Hayley could have sworn that vase hadn’t been there before too.

Hayley pushed the button to call the nurse.

“Oh, that won’t work. At least not for now, so we can have a little privacy.”

What was this stranger talking about? The nurse would always appear just seconds after she presses the button. However, a few minutes past but no nurse appeared.

She frowned. “Okay, how’d you do that?”

“Simple. I’m a miracle maker.”

Hayley got the wrong idea. “Oh, are you some sort of magician someone hired?”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Do I look like some sort of ridiculous magician who wears a coat with dozens of hidden pockets and pulls rabbits out of someone’s armpit?”

Hayley didn’t think that saying all those words in a single breath to be even possible. It took a magician to do that.

“Although, magician has a nice ring to it, I prefer miracle maker. Or if you would like, you could think of the miracle I’m about to do for you as a magic trick.”

“Okayyyy...” Hayley wondered whether if she was hallucinating about the boy.

The boy shook his head. “No, you’re not hallucinating.”

“That’s what you would say even if you were some sort of hallucination.” She retorted at him.

The boy snorted. “No, if I were a product of some crazed part of your brain I’d be a twenty-foot tall beast with razor sharp claws able to rip you to shreds. Oh, I’d also be incapable of speech, being twenty feet tall and all that...”

Hayley stopped thinking of the boy as a hallucination. No hallucination could be this annoying. “Right... You still haven’t told me who you are.”

“I already told you, I’m a miracle maker.”

Hayley frowned at the boy. “Could you be a little bit more specific than that?”

“I’ve already told you I’m a miracle maker, I don’t use names because not that many people know me to use it that often. What else have I left out? Nothing. Nothing you need to know of course.”

Hayley groaned in frustration. She couldn’t believe she was arguing with a crazy teen who claimed he was a miracle maker. “Look, I—” She stopped suddenly, feeling pain at her chest. She fell back to the bed clutching herself.

The pain was agonizing and she reached out to call the nurse. Then she remembered that the button wouldn’t work.

Strangely, the pain began to disappear. As the last of the pain seem to disappear all together she looked up to see the face of the Malay boy. His face seemed deadly serious. “I didn’t know it was this serious.” He said solemnly.

“How..—how did the pain disappear?”

“I told you before, I’m a miracle maker.”

“Don’t be silly, nobody can make miracles happen.”

The boy cracked his knuckles anticipately as if taking what she just said as a challenge. “Why do you think I’m here? Just to drop by? I’m here to perform a miracle. I’m here to give you your heart.”

continued next post. :) if u even bothered to read it at all...-.-