Post Christmas Post-Mortem

7 birds of chicken. 6 kg of mutton. 5 bags of flour. 4 family members. 3 consecutive days of shopping. 2 narrating personalities. ONE MISSION: Christmas.

( the following post mortem may contain extremely typical and corny details)

First thing's first. Albert must beg your forgiveness for not blogging last week. Also for the last angst-ridden, pre-christmas depression tainted posting. He forgot about Christmas food. Hence, Christmas was a blast.

Well, he has been really busy these past few days. Helping out in the cooking really. But he didnt cook of course, festive dishes are way out of his league, eventhough he can cook. Owh no. Festive dishes are in a class of their own compared to day-to-day cooking. In his mother's class to be specific. When she really cooks, like during a special occasion like this, she SERIOUSLY cooks. Your familiar Indian meat dishes are elevated to heights only a true connoisseur can scale. People like Albert can only dream he could cook like his mom. Wanna know how its like to work in a pressure-cooker kitchen where speed and only the best will do, huh?

Huge amounts of steam billowly rises as the Master Chef punishes the wok with the heavy whippings of her ladle. "Tomato," she utters in a authoritative tone.

The Kitchen boy ignores the perspiration trickling down his face, he instinctively grabs a tomato, removes the pith skillfully with a knife, chops it, and hands it to the Master Chef. Tension freezes the muscles in his face, as the Master chef scans the tomatos, knowing exactly what to look for, and what shouldnt be there. She dumps it into the gurgling curry. Without a word. He heaves a sigh of relief, and has a total of 2 seconds to compose himself, before he is faced with another task demanding more precision and speed.

This goes on for a couple of days, until all cooking were finished. But he has to say, the Devil curry packed more of a punch than a certain football team that goes by similar a name. Just sucking on that piece of mutton bone, feeling every bit like his ancestral predescesors. The bone marrow was simply devine. Truly an Indian delicacy. The curry was fantastic too, especially since she ditched her usual health consciousness and decided for sinful delights like the ones Albert enjoyed. Only once a year, such food. Sigh.

Then of course, was church. There was this 200 strong choir, who gave Albert repeated goosebumps when they sang every song with with a certain devine grandeur. Now this is how you deliver the Christmas message.

So what did he get for Christmas? Nothing actually. But he has many things to be thankful for. His hair for instance. It has never been this long in his entire life. Which is a good thing. And he can keep it this long. Until school of course. And if you followed the previous post, you would know that his mum was trying to switch his school. But the whole thing seems like its going to fall through(not gonna happen). Something about the policy of the other school. Or whatever, he is just happy that he gets to finish his last year at SS17. And he cant wait to get back to school.

And, before he starts getting sentimental, he has to restrain himself, because in the next post he shall give his faithfull readers a recap of the whole year, and his new year resolution, and it will be the longest thing ever, so for now, Happy New Year 2007!!

"Im having me, a blue, christmas....."

Its that time of the year again, the most hyped up festive season of the year. The smell of money fills the air, as businesses cashes in on all the last minute shopping, and of course, that fat man in the red-suit will start making appearances on TV, malls, and basically anywhere that will support the weight of this obese bugger. Ah, its Christmas time. Again.

Dont get Albert wrong, he is all excited about Christmas. OK, maybe not really. Alright he isnt in anyway interested in the whole elaborate charade that has become of Christmas. But if you do celebrate Christmas, are you really excited about something you've been doing the exact same way every year? Oh well, who is he kidding anyway, its Christmas, of course you people would be beside yourself with anticipation, and if you are, you would'nt in the slightest way be out of place. Well, Albert used to be like you.

He remembers being that bright eyed 7 year old who got all excited about the 30 year old Christmas tree that has become a family heirloom. Decorating it, whilst breaking something in the process. Baking the cookies. Helping out in the kitchen(yeah, cooking used to be a real thrill for him). Coming down the stairs on Christmas day, spotting the presents under the tree, "accidentally" opening his brother's present. All the people that came by his house on that day, and the "ang pou"s he'd get. That was fun. That used to be fun.

Nowadays, it just turns into a weary sense of repetitive dejavu. Its like people who sort of turn back time and relive their day. And they would be able predict everything right before it happens. Just that feeling of being just very detached from it all, and it just happens around you, but you feel alien to it all, like you just dont understand why everyone is cheery and excited, or maybe they are faking it just like how you are, because you just dont want to put a damper on their jolly spirits.

Every year its the same thing. The most annoying reoccurance is probably the tv shows. Those stupid, stupid Christamas tv shows. All pretentiously driving home the message of the "true spirit of Christmas" through stories revolving around an obese stranger in a red suit with an obnoxious laugh forcing himself down your chimney in the middle of the night to drop of presents under your Christmas tree. Sorta like an eccentric DHL man. With an obnoxious laugh. Owh yeah, your suppose to leave him milk and cookies too. Somewhere along these lines lies the "true spirit of Christmas". For goodness sake, if anyone wanted to know the true meaning of Christmas, they, would, go, to, church. Unless of course, they are too busy watching those stupid, stupid, Christmas tv shows. He hates national tv.

Alright, enough Santa bashing. Its just that Santa best represents the misrepresentation of Christmas. But thats not really the problem. Not entirely.

At the time of this posting, there is exactly 10 days to Christmas. In between, there will be all that cooking and cleaning and baking. He will practically go on auto-pilot mode, that is the ONLY way to survive Christmas. On Christmas, he shall hide in the kitchen to avoid any sort of adult conversation, he doesnt know about you, but the adults he knows, are witless, dull, boring conversationalists. They suck the very life out of you. If they at least "compensate" it with money in packets, it wont be half as bad, but it seems that somewhere along the line they just stopped giving anything. What happened to the THEIR Christmas spirit?!! Alright, so Albert is guilty of losing his Christmas cheer too. But can you blame him?

Well, he isnt exactly against the whole idea of Christmas. Its just this whole elaborate charade, is just weighing down on his spirits. Well, at least, no matter how down he gets, he can always look forward to school aint it? Not this time. His mom is hell bent on changing his school, she came close last year, it seems she might actually finish the job this year. Its amazing how you can take certain things for granted, and only realize its true value in your life once you've lost it. Yeah, bummer.

So theres is absolutely nothing for him this Christmas. But dont let him put a damper on your Christmas. He's sure all you guys are gonna have one heck of a Christmas.

Soo.

Yeah.

Whatever, Merry Christmas to you too.

Senior's party

Yeah, Albert knows what your're thinking. Another party. But hey, Manishya asked him to go, and you really dont say no to a gal like that.

Alright, straight to the main event shall we. Well, the weather was predictably overcast. He did some walking before entering the lobby of Lakeview Club. He was already going over all the superlatives he was gonna use to describe the girl that would be waiting at the reception. He found out later that it really wouldnt matter.

He strolled in, hoping he didnt walk into the wrong building, considering his terrible sense of direction, then he saw Shannon, who gave him his ticket. Manishya's familiar voice came from somewhere telling him to have a seat at the lobby , he didnt really notice her, alredy making his way to the lobby. He sat heavily, and was suddenly overcome with nervousness.

As he was playing with his handphone, he glimpsed a pair of gorgoues legs sprouting from 3 inch heels, he looked up to see the owner of those legs. He didnt deserve the sight, but there it was, in all her glory, fitted into a tight, tiny black, glittery dress. She flashed him a smile, he looked on stupefied. Time grinded to a halt, his heart skipped a beat(maybe more), white noice filled his brain, it was as tho the very spirit of every male that ever acknowledged the highest form aesthetic beauty that is the female culminated in this very moment, this blip in the fabric of time through all eternity. With such a burden on Albert's back to express this into a sentence that includes adjectives and superlatives that was due to the Godsent creature in front him, what does he say?

"I..I...you..you...look....WHOA!!!"

Inspirational indeed.

So as he tried patheticly to make conversation while his mind was still in a state of flux, people filled the room, and finally Albert too went into the room, just feeling the blood finally flow back into his brain. As he entered the room, the song "Promiscuos" was playing in the background. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand.( refer to previous post "Take The Lead, Please; about dancing)

As people were filling up the room, he started to feel somewhat out of place being the only 4th former. Then Raveen provided some much needed company. He appreciated that. Then the DJ announced that the food was ready to be savaged, and he dint have to say twice. So Albert ate, exchanged pleasentries while at it, and got brutally attacked by 2 man utd fans, Ashvin and Manishya. Its true what they say, a man is at his weakest when he is full. Well, all you Man Utd fans, I'll tell you, it wont be long before Chelsea climb back on top, that's for SURE.

And then, the dance floor opened. And so he joined everyone in on the dancefloor, only after Manishya dragged him out there. The lyrics were full of colourful language, strange analogies or metaphors(milk the cow, milkshake, humps) and other more, ahem direct ones. But hey, its about the music right?

Eventually he broke away from the crowd and huddled in a corner. He then spotted a gal sitting behind this barlike longish table with a high stool. She was cute. He told himself that if he had the balls he'd just be able to walk up to her and strike up a conversation with this gal who was seemingly bored. He forgot about her as he followed Manishya to the bar, she was getting herself a Margarita, and it was interesting to watch the bartender doing his stuff. Then, following her, he went to the exact place where the gal was sitting, and sitting between him and the gal was Ashvin. In front of Albert was Manishya, whom he was sharing the drink with. It was too strong for him, and considering it was a "ladies" drink, he cant imagine what a "macho" drink would taste like.

Then Ashvin and Manishya scooted off to the dance floor, and it was only him and the gal there. For a while he didnt say anything, just soaking in the atmosphere. Then their eyes met. She smiled at him, and he returned the gesture. And the rest they say, is history. They introduced each other, her name was Trishantini. And they made what little conversation they could with the music blazing, making it hard to even think. And she asked for his number.

Score.

Touchdown.

Whatever man, who da man, who da man??!!

After that, the atmosphere started to mellow, and it was midnight already. People started to leave. People were taking pictures. He took one with Manishya.

And then, he had to leave. But before, he took a look, just one last look, at you-probably-know-who.

B.E.A.T.S.

So Albert was thinking yeah, just stringing random thoughts into ideas, when he stumbles upon this cool idea. Its like when a moment of inspiration comes over you, an impetus, giving birth to great ideas and such. Well, he was thinking about the idea of a band, now check this out:
B:Boon, bassist
E:Evan, drummer
A:Albert, cant play anything, so its vocalist then
T:Tim, guitarist
S:Sam, keyboardist
Beats. Sounds original, especially since its an acronym. Its all really nice, but theres a small problem, Albert cant sing. Yeah, small problem.
But hey, it all fits soo nicely together, what the heck if Albert cant sing. Of course, they could get another person whose name starts with an "A", and who could actually sing. But for the sake of this blog posting lets just assume that there is absolutely nobody whose name starts with an "A" and who can also sing.
Maybe, they could follow in the footsteps of the band Ask Me Again, maybe even surpass them. They might even gain a loyal following. They would do numerous gigs everywhere and be soo much in demand that they would temporarily forget about getting an actual job. They'ed be the hottest thing in KL, or Bangsar and some say Batam(wherever the hell that is).
Then they would release their 1st album, under Sony BMG. Their 1st single, "Beats Me", becomes their breakthru song, hits No.1 everwhere, and every music station will be playing it(even the tamil ones). Critics will be hailing B.E.A.T.S. as the best thing to happen to Malaysian music:
"They're soo good, they just cant be local!!"
"Their infectious tunes and clever lyrics will leave you with involuntary dance movements and lip sync-ing"
"Cuba sekali, pasti mau lagi!"
Rave reviews indeed.
Then their breakthru in the international scene will come with their 2nd single, "Beat it", followed up by "Beat You Up" and the phenomenal success of the song "Beat-rice". Fame, fortune, and everything else falls in the laps of B.E.A.T.S. members. Also a chunk of musical history too.
But first, singing lessons of course.

Use your imagination

" I open my eyes, and as I take my 1st conscious breath, I see magnificient golden rays of sunlight filtering through the naked windows. Nature's symphony already proceeding with the chirping of birds, far away muffled barking and late insects headed back to their lairs. The tiltating aroma of freshly brewed coffee teases my already pampered senses, as I slip out of my bed in a zen-like state. I am the picture of serenity. Peace is me, and I am peace."

Albert wishes he could say that that is the truth, or that that is only a slightly exaggerated version of the reality. But come on, get real. Its the holidays, Albert's worst time of the year. He knows you all are probably flabbergasted, but really, in Albert's world, holidays are all hype. So here in real life, this is how it really goes.

"I am having a nice dream. Neighbour's stupid mutt wakes me up. I am blinded be the immense amout of light that burns my eyes. I curse the last person who pulled the curtain apart(which incidentally is me). I freak out seeing the cockroach I thought I killed last night on the wall opposite me. I jump out of my bed as I assume that the roach is back with a vengence. I knock over the table and fall to the floor like I'm van Nistelrooy diving for a penalty. I curse the person who put the table there( guess who). I stumble forward, then have my ear drums busted by my mom yelling at me to finish my already cold breakfast. Great, cold, bland coffee my mom's style. The curse is probably working already."

Sigh.

The thing is he misses school, in fact he dreams about his friends almost everday, going back to school on the first day of form 5, and his beloved friends engaging in certain activities in his dream that he was glad he woke up from before it happened. The monotenous repetitve routine during the holidays is starting to drain any bit of life that he has left in him. The cycle of banality is really starting to get to him. Not to mention his mom who is starting to irritate Albert with her lectures, like 10 nails screeching in elaborate zig-zag patterns on a big blackboard, slowly, grating the goo-ey substance that is his brain into thin little strips of pinkish matter, thread by thread.

But Albert remembers the words of a wise man. A wise, obnoxious man. A wise, obnoxious man in a purple dinosaur suit. A wise, obnoxious man in a purple dinosaur suit prancing around in a hit children's show that is way past its sell by date. He says: " Use your imagination." Three powerfull words. "Use your @#%$ imagination" Oops, thats 4.

(Shereena is expecting to be mentioned here, but sorry hon, only thing mildly related to you here is the colour purple, but really, Albert did draw some degree of inspiration from you for this post)

It is mildly disconcerting when one has to resort to taking advise from a man who jumps around excitedly in his airtight purple suit like he just farted in it. But then again, when one is in such dire straits, anything goes. Well, here goes. Lets imagine that the next 42 days of the holidays is not gonna be that bad. Maybe I might just wake up on the right side of the bed(although theres is only one side to get out of from my bed as it is against a wall). Maybe every day might just start out nice, like this:

" I open my eyes, and as I take my 1st concsious breath, I see magnificient golden rays of sunlight filtering through the naked windows. Nature's symphony already proceeding with the chirping of birds, far away muffled barking and late insects headed back to their lairs. The tiltating aroma of freshly brewed coffee teases my already pampered senses, as I slip out of my bed in a zen-like state. I am the picture of serenity. Peace is me, and I am peace."

Right.

Take the lead, please.

Albert and his favorite online companion, a girl, were IM-ing. Actually it is the same aforementioned girl in the previous post. Apparently, she was soo overwhelmed with the apologetic posting that she couldn’t help but allow her heart to just melt away, along with any bitterness towards Albert. Soo much so that she and Albert decided to kiss and make up (not literally of course, it’s a bloody metaphor), and forgive and forget, for the best of their friendship. Maybe it was partly because she just can’t get enough of him, it’s a wonder what a few well chosen words in a blog posting can do. Alright then, better stop gloating, she might just be reading this too, and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Alright, back to the topic.



They stumbled unto the topic of dancing. And considering that this special girl has been a dancefloor hogger since kingdom come, and Albert, well lets just say theres a damn good reason why he hopes that his dancing ability is in no way related to his sexual prowess, a la that Animal Planet episode(which was also mentioned before here), this girl then indulged in the ultimate deed of magnanimity- she decided to give him some tips.



Albert told the girl his motto when it comes to dancing, that he would simply "talk" the girl out of noticing his pathetic dancing abilities, hoping that he can just cross his fingers and engage in conversation with the girl, since his body language isnt going to be anything close to decipherable. Which the girl then promptly in no uncertain terms let Albert know that that was THE lamest thing she had ever heard. Give him a break, desperate dudes resort to desperate measures. Besides, its just freestyle dancing isnt it, what's the worst that could happen?



Now you think that the following statement is probably going to contradict the previous one isnt it? You’re damn right about that.



She could dirty dance you, she says. Yeah, like THATS gonna happen. The only chance of that happening is that if theres a sexy song playing in the background, like maybe Buttons or Promiscuous, which happen to be hot songs that are played quite frequently. The imminent possibility then dawned on Albert. Gulp. He is definately all ears now.



Accoording to the girl( havent got exclusive rights to her name, since she is particularly sensitive about it), if she dances close to you, that means you should probably hold her. But one must also afford the girl enough space to do her own "thing", since she herself would'nt like following a guy's lead. Now, seemingly self-contradictory statements which are soo subjective on how a helpless guy should reciprocate when faced with do-or-face-humiliation-on-the-dancefloor situations do not help much to quell any anxiety, in fact, God forbid, it might even confuse a poor guy like Albert. He can already imagine holding and "unholding" a girl in such rapid succession that she would probably think he was groping her. Lets all together now sigh and shake our heads.



Whats that? Its all about body language? Its easy for you to sit there and think that, unless you happen to be a good dancer, then you can tell Albert about body language. Hell, if it came down to body language he would be bloody speaking in tongues dammit! He's pretty much a no hoper. Lets all sigh again.



So now, if you would kindly excuse Albert and all the expletives that were mindlessly ejaculated (yes that word has more that one usage), he has to download a couple of excerpts of Dancing for Dummies and persuade his favourite mop to practice with him(at least it wont dirty dance him).

Your perception, is my reality

Perception is reality. Albert firmly believes that. It doesnt matter what the reality actually is, but instead all that matters is what people perceive the apparent reality to be. Albert is feeling a little uneasy lately, mostly because the common, decent perception of him is taking a nose dive. Bad, bad, bad.

Recently, a couple of days before the last day of school, Albert found himself among his friends, having their usual conversation to beat the terrible boredom that is accustomed with end year schooling. Suddenly, as the conversation took a direction he was reluctant to follow, he found himself having to defend a barrage of verbal attacks from his friends, and even in doing soo, still ended up on the losing end. It was as though the characters in his life had staged a mutiny against Albert and his seemingly well orchestrated life revolving around them, and they wanted to dissect his image, and find out the real ugly person inside. They came pretty close.

But a girl got pissed at him. A girl he was close to. You know who you are, you may or may not be reading this, but its meant for you. Albert has already apologised, there isnt much else he can say. So for gawd's sake, would you just forgive this jackass and cease this Cold War between you and him. He did what he did out of pure desperation just to communicate with you. He thinks the world of you, he loves to "entertain" or "bore" you whenever you feel like it. He loves to tell you about Boon Han and Eva Longoria. About the "shaft". About his stupid fascinations of other girls. He loves to listen to your stories, about your cute nieces, whether they're 16 months or 16 years old. Because its YOU! He never got a chance to reply that beautiful testimonial you sent him, mostly because he took you for granted, guess you dont know what you've got till its gone.....eh?

Christopher's party

Before Albert begins on the party, lets start on Thusday yeah? Pn Han was going on about how everyone did badly for addmath, and said that a lot of people failed add math, and Albert immediatly just started bracing himself for the worst, he really wasnt confident after doing the exam. He told himself that if he did pass he would fall to his knees as a heavenly spotlight will fall from the sky and illuminate his face and heavenly music played by angels will fill his ears as tears of joy flow down his cheeks. He really thought he wouldnt pass. But then good old Gao-cant-wait-for-paper-to-be-given-out-Loong decided to do some snooping around brought forth good news. Gao Loong reported that Albert got 46, a pass. Then he started rattling off on other people's marks but that didnt matter, this was the best thing that Gao Loong had ever told him, and he was in delirious ecstasy. Nothing dramatic happened though, as he was talking to Kosheila at the time, and, well, you see, it isnt macho for tears of joy or whatever to happen. When Albert checked out his horoscope after school, it said: "Something will happen to you today, but it should have happened a long time ago." You got that right.
All right. The party. Actually it was a little get together of Chris' friends and his twin sister's friends. It would be nice to say that they met(pun fully intended) in Meeting Point, the restaurant. But no, they all pit-stopped at Tim's before going there. So, Albert shall give you the low down of how they looked.

Amritha, had a typical top. A speghetti strap. Its almost as though as if her wardrobe were full of the exact same tops, just of different colour. She had jeans, and this bag that matched her jeans. Mei Pei looked cute as usual. Shes totally not gonna stay single for long. Redreena were there too. Who you ask? You know, that single entity, who just happen to be in different bodies, Reddy and Shereena of course. Hence, Redreena. They really are soo close, they go everywhere together, do everything together, in fact if they were any closer, they would be able to feel each other's cellular mitosis.

" ooh, your cellular mitosis feels tingly today Reddy!"

"Really?! Must be the vegetable curry I had!!"(shes a vegetarian)

Nothing special about Reddy or Shereena this time, did like the earings, her footwear was some strange sandle with straps all the way up 5 or 6 inches from her heels meeting the end of her slacks. Must be the latest thing to not have slacks go all the way down. Also, one cant help, Albert stresses the "cant help" part, to notice that cleavages are somewhat dipping among girls. Probably reflects their confidence in being able to pull off the outfit. Not that he's complaining.

All right, the party.

So, they all converged at Meeting Point, its by no coincidence that this is John's Aunt's joint. Chris' dad put out Rm 400 bucks for the food, so yeah, the food was free. He had no choice but to sit next to Amritha, and opposite Shereena and Reddy( he can almost hear all your eyes rolling), There wasnt any more spacious place other than there. Notable absentees were Tess-gone to Singapore, and Dian, Amritha saying that she supposedly didnt "feel" like coming, a bit dubious that cover up excuse, or soo it seems, maybe she had some place more important to be.

They had the entire inside for themselves. 4 tables of teenagers. Appoximately 40 people there. They had a nice hearty meal, laughed, joked, talked. Amritha was entertaining conversation as usual, really, the girl really has the gift of the gab, an excellant conversationalist, mostly cause she wont stop. Shereena's loyalty to Reddy has to be commended here, she took exactly what Reddy took, which meant she skipped any meat and had to settle for fried rice only. If it were Albert he really wouldnt give a rat's ass about it, he'd whack all the food in sight. Which is exactly what he did. Its free what!

Then Sam strutted in, fashionably late(not!!), with a gorgeous girl, chinese, but had refined features that would seem like she had a little more than just chinese blood, Eurasian somewhere somehow maybe? Well, she clinged to Sam like anything, he was cordial enough to introduce her, Jo Ling her name, but Albert cant remember if he refered to her as a friend or ......... Well anyways, if she was Sam's, Albert has to say he really scored.

Then there was a buzz among the guys. Could it be for real? No way, THE Mrs Betty was coming over. Albert couldnt believe it. She was the tuition teacher for almost all the Christopher's guy friends that were there, and they would go on and on about how good looking she was, the fact that you had to call her MRS Betty is enough to make you sigh. She strolled in, sunglasses and all, and a blouse, that was soo thin that it would probably float in air, and yeah, it was kinda see-thru. Well, the verdict: She was hot. Pretty too. No wonder she's got a steady stream of students. But of course, she probably can teach as well. Sat next to Albert, making other chinese dudes considerably jealous. Albert did manage to exchange pleasentries and make her laugh a little, but Sean had to always butt in, Albert might as well afford him a little chance too. Sharing is caring.

Then John did the almost unbelievable thing ever. Albert played with the idea of John singing for the crowd when he noticed a karaoke set, but everyone quickly shot down his idea by saying John wouldnt have the guts to do it. Well, they have to eat their words then. John announced that he was going to sing, and wanted everyone to lend their ears(this is a metaphor), which was followed with a pin drop silence, as everyone was considerably suprised. Then they cheered. John asked Christina to stand close to him as it was dedicated to her. Then everyone cheered louder. You see John had talent, but he was shy. And he didnt have Christina. And soo the lyrics to Belaian Jiwa accompanied the music as John serenaded a decent effort for Christina and everyone was beside themselves as this could be right out of a movie. It was cut short as he was nervous and maybe forgot the lyrics. He then did another short snippet from High School Musical without music. Sure it sounds corny, but if you wernt there, you wouldnt have felt the emotion emating straight from his heart, and gosh, if he sang anymore, people would start crying. Christina was noticably uncomfortable, but Albert sincerely hopes, for John's sake, that he can get over her. Not that he cant get her, its just that it doesnt seem that love stories actually have a nice happy ending in real life where the couple end up riding into the sunset........ Then he hugged her at the end, maybe as a show of his jesting, or maybe thats all he could expect from her.

Then there was the traditional candle blowing after the birthday song. Did you know long ago, that it was once considered witchcraft this practice of lighted candles on cakes, then then catholic church banned it, but evidently it has come back. So Albert shall not prolong the suffering of your eyes and end you misery with a quick and abrupt ending, for a lack of better ideas and words of course. Soo, they all were merry and ate, drank, joked and did what teenagers do. Then they left just as the rain started pouring, damn weather. Soo the guys all crashed at, guess where? Tim's house of course!

I dunno, I really dont.

Albert in the midst of a dull one-way conversation with Bernoulli, Pascal and Archimedes who were being very dogmatic in forcing loads of principles, laws and unit conversions down his throat(physics exam tomorrow) when his mom rudely interrupted: "Have you decided what you want to do?"

There is always a staple answer for these seemingly rhetorical questions. Being a teenager, " I dunno" is a convenient reply to everything. ie, "Have you eaten?" "I dunno." "How do you feel" " I dunno." , "what happened to your extensive vocab" " I dunno." and such. Each well timed exactly 2 seconds after the question is asked, and all similarly monotoneous.

Soo what did he reply? " I dunno." "Well figure it out." her short retort came back.

He did try to ignore the question, but then looking at the physics conference he was about to retreat to, he figured a little detour wouldnt hurt. So he exited the imaginary room, walked past Bio, and Chem rooms and down the corridor, and exited thru an imaginary door that said "Study". He went down the well lit imaginary hall, took a right and stood in front of a door that his imagination rarely traveled to. The door creaked as he opened it, held the detached door knob in his hand( he tried to be gentle) and shut it behind him. It was a musty and old place. He waded thru cobwebs. Turned on the light. Here he was, in room "Ambition", located on the right of his brain.

He then started to sift thru old files.

3 years old. Wanted to be a garbage collector. Because he could then hang onto the side of the truck as it gobbled up tons of trash. Didnt know what body odour was then, now he does, soo he'll pass on this one.

5 years old. Wanted to be a construction worker. Because they built big, real buildings, and he could only build with Lego. He was fair then, skin colour and sun burns didnt matter to him. Now he's dark and it matters to him. Pass.

10 years old. Wanted to be a doctor. Because mom brainwashed him to do soo. He didnt know then he had to at least like bio or do well in it. P-A-S-S!!

12 years old. Dear old friend, Evelyn Toh Kheng Liong, of the same age, wanted to be a psychiatrist. Had too much foresight for her age, so naturally she was teased alot. Albert considered it, but not seriously until now. Possible.

14 years old. Wanted to be a cook. That was before the amount of culinary faux pas that was really an understatement to the kind of disasters he cooked up in the kitchen when he was an incompetent cook. A much better cook now, but he doesnt like constantly being exploited to cook for the family. A possiblity, although its pretty much wishful thinking to dream to be a high paid chef, those in hotels and all. Not much career wise. Pass.

16 years old-Wants to be a writer. He hasnt experianced much to dismiss that ambition. But looking at the history of his ambitions, it will eventually probably be dismissed. Being the optimistic person he thinks he is, lets just see how long this will last. Cons? Maybe not a very high paying job. But that's relative, cause if he were working with any leading British newspaper as a sports journalist, he would fancy his chances of watching football games live for free. Well someone has to cover the match right? So its not all about the money. Regardless its a very bright prospect. Nothing definate though.

Exits musty, depressing room through secret door leading straight to physics room.(its his imagination, he can have secret doors leading to anywhere he wants) Finds Bernoulli in a heated discussion.

"Why is it Archimedes' principle instead of Archimede's principle? Its Pascal's principle isnt it?" "Good point my good man," replied Pascal. "ahh, the english expert is here, Albert, lets ask him," suggested Archimedes.

" Your all supposed to be dead and neither of you actually speak english, your're a figment of my imagination, and your're suppose to help me with physics, soo do you think I really care-" Albert was cut off by his mom,

" So, have you decided"

She looked like she actually expected Albert to figure out what he wanted to do with his life in the 2 minutes that she left him after posing the question. What did he say?-

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" I dunno"

somewhere, a duck is watching you

There are great patriots who would die for their country, martyrs who would die for their religion, and hopeless romantics that would die for their love. Brave men indeed. But surely, they must be afraid of something?? Yes, they maybe willing to give up their lives, but surely they are susceptible to something? Don’t be surprised to find out if these great men hide an Achilles Heel like, maybe, Anatidaephobia- fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you. Or maybe Arachibutyrophobia- fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. But he digresses.
For the point of the matter is that Albert has his fears too. Think Erotophobia- the fear of marriage, dating, and romantic relationships. Yes, his faithful fans will tell you that this has been mentioned before, but as trivial and petty this may seem at his age, do hear him out.
This is for real. Not just those things that you would just grow out of. He has asked himself this question many times, what really is the point of getting married? If he liked kids that would be a different matter, but he doesn’t. He himself comes from a semi-dysfunctional family, which maybe lies the root of the problem. Where is the love, a group that named themselves after a non-existent vegetable would holler, well, no where near this amigo that’s for sure. Let us consider the repercussions of a singleton’s life. The freedom is one thing, dying a lonely man is another.
Lets start with something random like say, hmm, maybe, somewhere, like, sex. Ohhh, the TABOO subject. Well don’t get all disgusted with him, of course theres more to marriage than sex, and it definitely isnt the ONLY thing on his mind, mind you. But in accordance to his religion, premarital “seed-spreading” is sinful. But its actually a beautiful thing, let him put it this way-
“ you can lose yourself, everything, all boundaries, all time, the two bodies become soo mixed up that you don’t know who’s who or what’s what, and just when the sweet confusion soo intense you think you’re going to die, and you know you kinda do, leaving you alone in your separate body, but the one you love is still there. That’s the miracle, you can go to heaven and come back alive, go back anytime you want with the one you love.”
Wouldn’t it be an absolute shame to miss out on that? Thou thinketh him shallow are thou not? Well go screw thouself, he maintains his romantic views about it. But with no wife=no going to heaven and back.
Also, his mom constantly daydreams about his marriage, the perfect daughter in law and such. He wouldn’t want to break her heart by saying no to marriage. Also being the eldest, it is expected for him to lead by example; also mom wants to arrange the whole thing. No worries though, she sets her standards soo high she’ll never finding a living person who fits the profile willing to go to heaven with Albert INSIDE wedlock.
Somehow, he thinks marriage is society’s way to trap young people to adhere to an accepted social structure whereby the building blocks starts at the family. He wants to be George Clooney, bachelor for life. But then again, he feels that one would be a failure if they don’t have a family to show off. Hence the dilemma, which is as much of a problem as it would be if it came from a 36 year old, instead of another rant from a teenager. Because Albert has foresight. Which is refreshing cause some guys have more foreskin than foresight. Still it is pretty distant a problem, 20 years down the road.
Maybe by then he would have made up his mind. Maybe he would fall helplessly in love with some girl who would sweep him off his feet and get hitched with him before Albert can even say “pre-nup?” But if not, it is going to have to be a one-way ticket to heaven then would'nt it?

what's that he hears?

Would you believe Albert if he told you, that he knows a girl, who hates to shop? Now what is that he hears? The entire female population going " is she even human?!" Yes she is.
Or that she is a passionate football fan, Man Utd to be exact, not those who just like watching 22 pretty men running round? Now what is that he hears? Males going "well can she describe the offside rule?" Probably better than most of you could.
And to top that off, she's drop dead gorgeous. Now what is that he hears? The jaws of the entire male population dropping to the keyboard simultaneously exclaming " no freakking way man!", "you gotta be kidding me!", " you must be dreaming!" Well, yes freaking way, he's not kidding you, and he isnt dreaming. He's pinched himself everytime he's seen her. So pick your jaw off the keyboard and keep reading.
Now just consider how lucky the guy who gets her would be(yeah, she's single), he would'nt have to listen to complaints everytime he went to watch a game, in fact he would be placing bets with this special girl he scored. He would'nt have to worry about a shopoholic girlfriend burning a hole in his pocket and also would'nt be dragged off to spend hours on a shopping marathon on the pretext of "spending time" with the girlfriend( which is bull coz your're there only to pay the shopping bill), because, well frankly, she doesn't like to shop either. He also would'nt have to worry about replying her every single non-stop sms's within a certain time limit before she flips and goes on her " you just don't care bout me" routine again. And he need'nt worry bout using up his credit with fake " I miss you" 's just to keep her mouth shut. Why, coz she aint got no handphone. That lucky S.o.B. that gets her. Well never mind that, Albert guesses the bigger question that's rippling through the blogosphere is: How the hell did Albert get to know her? Well, his mom always told him he was lucky, but he never believed in luck, well until now at least.
A month back, Albert was used to being reduced to just watching this girl, literally poetry in motion, from a safe distance, in school, during recess. Then when his loyal friend/fact spitting walking wikipedia/underdog-ish loser sidekick that everyone loves to loathe except Albert who was wondering what use their friendship was for, found out about it, he came to the rescue, producing the girl's msn to the ever-grateful Albert. Good old Gao Loong. What would he do without you, sidekick, buddy, friend, omnipotent at looking up emails and friendster accounts with very desirable results, dude.
Well, she was very friendly on msn, and even more in real life, yup, he actually talked to her. What is that he hears? Jealous murmerings? Well that's only the tip of the iceberd amigo. Apparently, she also enjoys his company. In fact, it would'nt be exactly far fetched to say that they have some sort of chemistry(well that's the only type of chemistry which he didn't suck at) They also indulge in a little harmless, innocent flirting. Playfully calling each other honey and sweetheart and such. What is that he hears? Hair-pulling and smashing of heads on keyboards? Well at least don't ruin your mouse, you still have to continue scrolling down.
But Albert has to draw the line somewhere, so he just tells her that he only wants to be "friends". What is that he hears? An exasperated echo-ing of "what the hell were you thinking you @#$%!!!!" Well admittedly, he doesnt think when he's around her, obviously, its soo hard to concentrate on anything other than her. But hey, he's come to the conclusion that he doesnt have the emotional depth to take things beyond friendship. In fact, these things only ruin perfectly good frienships when the inevitable break-up comes round, coz its bull when they say "lets just be friends". He also has erotophobia- the fear of dating, and romantic relationships and marriage. Soo that pretty much sums it up, a little less competition for other guys isn't it?
Owh whats that he hears? Just that girl heaving a sigh of relief after Man Utd came back from 1-0 down to win 3-1. Owh well, Albert will just hope that Chelsea thrashes Reading and edge Man Utd from the top by goal difference, whatcha think, honey?

Simply put-Sean's Party

Life in itself is meaningless. Your's, Albert's, just inconsequential. Like imprints on the Sands of Time, to be eventually ebbed away for other imprints. Even so, you can take solace in the fact that there will be short moments in your life that will be a class above the rest of your piteous and banal existance. Yesterday, was one of those moments in Albert's life. Maybe a little dramatic, but hey, cut him some slack, he ain't got much of a life.
Still, it was very special. To give you some of the highlights, Shereena ask him the meaning of another word, Reddy willingly let him stare at her breast(ok, ok! CHEST), Tim-Wen made out and owh yeah, Albert kissed a girl for the first time in his life. Here are the lucid details-
It all started when he entered Sean's house. Huddled in the living space outside his home, were Tim-Wen, Boon, Tess, Amritha, Dian, Chris Teh, and Sean. JT, Micheal, and Sam were sweating over the barbeque. Aha, no wonder the meat tasted a little too salty. Well all these people, crammed in that small space, was his entire world, well at least half his world, cause there were still a few people who wern't there yet. But they don't know, prolly never will know how much they mean to him. They welcomed him, he grabbed the food instead(hey, friends are forever, food isnt).
He joined them as they were in the middle of their meals, being merry, Tim was back at his comic best, although a little bit distracted by wen. Albert's eyes danced upon everyone, Tess was always fashionable, Amritha almost predictably in black, and Dian seemed to be donning something typical, generous with the skin, but the effect has sort of worn off. As he was in a tussle with his meat, Boon gestured to the gate after annoucing Sher and Anu's arrival in a whisper, then loudly, shouted: " eh! leng loi!!" Damn, very leng loi indeed.
As his mouth feasted on the meat, his eyes feasted on Reddy, the appetizer, then the main course, Shereena in an almost over the top dress ending in the middle her thighs. Its a pity tho, if she had seriously high heels, those legs would be gorgeous. And so it was, seated on his right, Dian, left, Reddy and Shereena, and almost immedietly, he lost his appetite for the food, for he had something else to feast on now.
Then there was the games. The first one was rather interesting, maybe a little violent. They all formed a cicle(it seems this is the most popular shape). Then they were supposed to grab the weapon, an intimidating newspaper rolled so thickly and covered in plastic, upon doing so, they had the liberty to whack someone with it. Albert got whacked by Boon, who did a decent job, but soon after Albert showed him the proper way to do it, it was sweet revenge indeed. And then an absurd game ensued, not really worth mentioning.
Owh, then the cake cutting part. Heavenly ice cream cake. Gulped down his champagne, which only heated him up. Then the best part, they had little game of truth or dare.

The lights dimmed, and they crowded into a circle(again! circle! what's wrong with triangles or squares huh?!)
The empty champagne bottle was in the centre, it was spun, and the game began. Gao Loong after much deliberating, asked Dian whether she had done her Add math homework after Dian chose Truth. Yeah, nice one Gao Loong. Albert was waiting for the bottle to point his way, but it just did not want to. Instead, they had Boon doing a semi-striptease after absolutely refusing to take ALL his clothes off, a dare by Tess(yeah, figures). And then Micheal did a little jig with Reddy, but Albert was getting bored by now. Then came Sher’s turn to spin the bottle. Yeah, all it took was that special touch, and the bottle stopped pointing at him. He let out a scream, for he was really waiting for this moment. Oooooh, and Shereena didn’t disappoint. “Truth or Dare?” she asked. He picked dare, cause he would have lied his way out of Truth anyway. She thought for a while, but it was almost as though she already had it in her mind, it was quite a fantastic idea. Their eyes locked for a while, as everyone dropped silent. “Except me, pick someone of the opposite sex and kiss her. Owh yeah, she has to be special." They looked at each other for a little while more, as he was struck by the irony of her emphasis of a special girl. The crowd went into raptures, for this is what makes the game what it is. Just to exact a measure of revenge, he would have willingly French kissed her for daring him in the first place, but she had already exempted herself. There were random, predictable names strewn out from all the deafening noise, he ignored them all, they weren’t much of a help. He had to think fast, and quickly he ruled out everyone that he could ill afford to kiss. He couldn’t give them their satisfaction, so all Indian gals were ruled out, besides there would be endless taunting. Just for kicks, he gave Tess a hard stare, “You know this look,” he teased. Boy, the expression on her face was worth a million bucks. A weird look of horror and disgust manifested itself in a twisted face, vigorous head shaking, and almost “pleading for mercy” lips. That was fun. Well it was down to business now. It was really a no brainer, Wen was the only one that he could get away with kissing. Besides, Tim already gave him his approval. Just a quick peck, but wen kinda had her eyes shut soo tightly, like she was expecting him to land it on her lips or something.
Well, the rest just pales in comparison with that kiss. But he suspected Sher was engaging in some sort of phone sex on a more suble context. Well, it might seem like he's taking some sort of revenge on her thru this blog, but he has evidance. She kept dissapearing with her phone, and then she asked him how to spell "middie". It was supposed to indicate the length of her skirt( it was until the middle of her thigh). And then she proceeded to type furiously on her phone. Now, you tell him, isn't it mildly odd that she should be descriptive of her clothes(or lack of it) thru sms? For her sake, I hope its not some sick dude on the receiving end, but its prolly nothing. He just wanted to bring that up to piss her off.
And soo, the rest of the party proceeded with with tim-wen making out, prolly making sure any traces Albert left on her was wiped away with "lurrrve". Shereena also asked him what "emulate" meant, this time it wasn't cute, it was a dumb question. C'mon Shereena!! Emulate damn it!! How can you NOT know?!! Yeah, still trying to piss her off. He also had the chance to gaze at Reddy's bre -chest, chest! On the pretext of taking a closer look at this chinese character imprinted there. Then the present opening time. Everything from chocolates to weird mug like thingys and shirts. Of course, the best part was the football boots, it was a Nike. Lucky S.O.B. . He got a somewhat mysterious cd from Albert, the only thing that retained its anonymity once the wrappers were torn off. Albert told him to check it out ALONE. Go figure.
And soo the party ended. He was sad. Then Reddy and Shereena left. He was even more sad. Boon Han, fresh from a Need for Speed race with Brandon( Sean's 10 year old bro) which he took soo much pride in FINALLY beating, beckened to Albert, as boon's mom was here. He put on his shoes, put the shoelaces in his pocket(blame the stupid game which wasn't mentioned here). He got in the car, and ruefully acknowledged that this "moment" has finally come to a full CIRCLE( damn! another circle).

corny ending alert!!

Have you ever had one of those moments, where you find yourself reading or watching tv where the character is in an unenviable position, a cliché moment where its hard to believe that its just merely pure coincidence where the character is on the wrong end of a classic case of cruel irony? Yes, we often point and laugh at these situations, thinking that such things only exists in the realm of fiction. How very wrong we are, for life does in fact imitate art as much as art imitates life.
Even in real life, we can often find ourselves bemoaning our luck, that special “oh great, that’s just great!!” moment. In fact we aren’t actually exclaiming how great our situation is, but we are in all actuality mirroring our sad predicament with such an oxymoronic ejaculation. Its called pure irony folks.
Albert’s life has a good share of irony. Yes, everything from the ones that make you grab a tissue box, to the ones where you roll on the ground with uncontrollable laughter.
As I begin to narrate an important event in his life, I hope that you persevere all the way to the end of this posting, as you would be deservedly rewarded by the time you reach the final word, in the intellectual sense.
As all good stories go, there’s a girl involved. He would kill me if I told you who she was, so for my well-being, lets keep her a secret shall we? Well his whole life can be split into 2 different phases. Before the girl, and after the girl. Before the girl, he was a reserved kid, shy round girls, and generally not living as he really should. Look, it was a torrid time for the Ego, those 4 months, when I had to share his consciousness with her, but it was his hormones that decided to conspire against him. Heck, even the Ego didn’t get a hint of what was going on, they were really good. It will take me a while to forgive what they did, but here’s what happened.
One moment, he was his normal self, then the next, he saw her face, then somehow the stars seemed to suddenly aligne, trust me, its not easy to get them to line up, his hormones got it down to clockwork. Some kind of internal harmonious symphony suddenly just kicked into action, playing a hypnotic tune, so melodious in her wake. It gripped his mind like nothing he had ever known, by the time I realized, it was too late. I could do nothing to save him. He had a crush.
Can you imagine? The Great Ego, giving way to a girl!Had to take a backseat for a while, those vile, sneaky bastards.
So in all the Ego's wisedom, told him to enjoy it while he could. That time was when he started to actually identify to corny love songs,and such, in fact, corny was slowly slipping away from his vocabulary, scarry indeed. So with the Ego and her trying to gain control of him, the Ego succeeded in preventing him from doing anything as assinine as courting her, but the stalking could not be helped. There is only soo much the Ego could do in that kind of situations. And soo it was, with him on cload nine, and the Ego tagging along with a sour, moody face.
You know the saying "Absence makes the heart grow fonder", yeah, well thats bullshit. Thank goodness. It took a little more than a month of "absence" from her or seeing her, and he was cured of all puppy-love-sickness. And finally the Ego regained full control of him. And finally, his rite of passsage was over, all teenage affliated things which came hand in hand with hormones finally came to a full circle. She was gone, his pimples were gone, and the hormones are gone too, maintaining a low profile, as they should, or they'll face the Ego's wrath. But he guesses, this was his renaissance, finally, he was complete. This year, the world witnessed a new Albert, one that would'nt bat an eyelid at being hot on the scorching trails of some blistering hot chick or other. His confidence, somehow just spilled over. All because of her.
But of course, she will always be that special one. In spite of him having roving eyes. But the irony was that she was the last person he would choose to have any sort of feelings for, he regrets the whole charade of actually liking HER of all people.Sometimes he wonders, if only he didnt look at her at that very moment in that way, if only he didnt check her out, wouldnt things be soo much more different? In all his sensibility, he knows that she's the last girl he would go for, and yet, she just had to be the ONE. But that's just how it is isnt it? Of all the fish in the ocean Albert, of all of them.........
But now that is well and truly old news. Just another skeleton in his cupboard. And now hes pretty much resigned to losing her to another guy, it doesnt really matter to him, whoever that lucky s. o. b. is. He doesnt mind being beaten to her by a richer guy, a smarter guy, a more handsome guy or a more charming guy, but never, never has and never will, be beaten by a guy who felt for her as much as he did.( this was the best ending in mind, deosnt really reflect the truth, so dont take it too literally)

2 guys, 2 gals and an Asia Cafe

Gosh, today was fun. Reddy absolutely insisted he went to Asia Cafe, despite his protestations of having a board meeting, and not knowing where or what asia cafe was(yeah, got a lot of omg's from people when he told them that). But Reddy always had her way. Actually it was just going out on the occasion of Shereena's birthday that gave him 2nd thoughts about joining them. Believe it or not, it was close to 3 years of being classmates with her yet he did not ever had a conversation with her, and she blocked him on msn after learning of his identity, also her ex-friend convinced him that she hated him, soo there you have it, all laid out the reasons why he had 2nd thoughts about the whole thing. But Reddy, how much Albert owes you, not just for the tie, but this too, and he really appreciates it. Today he mustered up the courage to wish Shereena happy birthday, and would you know it, she didnt morph into a monster and gobble him up. She thanked him. Dont blame him, he was running thru all the worst case scenarios in his head already, just proud that he actually broke the cold, hard ice with her. She didnt hate him after all.

After much walking, he finally reached Asia cafe. Ate this English dish, disguised as a jamaican one, sold by a Pakistani dude, truly diverse alright. Then the walking back home part was quite candid. Yeah, when your're sitting down trying to finish your food, nothing interesting really happens. Soo he managed to interject a lil conversation with Sher in the midst of a wacky Reddy who was at her over-the-top delirius best. Shereena was friendly, until they teased each other. Reddy almost squeezed the muscles out of his arm when they crossed the road. But he didnt mind. Somehow Shereena wasnt in any rush to go to Mr. Nada's tuition, quite the contrary to Reddy, maybe Mr Nada is good looking to her, c'mon, hes only like 78 years old. She has a real problem rolling her "r"s Shereena, very cute when she tries to. She asked him what "ambiguos" meant, which he gladly obliged to explain to her, after all, its not always people ask you what a word means, most of the time they nod and pretend they know what it means. Very messy isnt it, not really going anywhere this post, literally random thoughts that pop into the mind. But read on.

Then came the juction where they had to part, then he had to follow Sean home to get his bag. Before he left tho, he had a lil heart to heart conversation with Sean, found out some pretty interesting stuff about him, Sean pobably found out some interesting stuff bout him too.
But lets keep that between Sean and Albert.

As he waits on tomorrow to come, maybe bringing with it more interesting conversation's with people he's hoping to continue speaking to, he would have to part with his dear reader now. Theres tonnes of things he should be doing, instead of aimlessly typing away at this blog. So there you have it, an important historical day in the pages of Albert Kamahlendra's life, for today, he finally, spoke to Shereena.

winds of change, fast, furious and swift indeed.

The week ended for Albert Kamahlendra, prefect of SMKss17. And boy, one helluva week it was for him. First, well, he was depressed. Nothing unusual tho, hes been pretty used to it, in fact hes gotten attached to being depressed, numerous problems plagued him, if u want to know. Everything from domestic ones to school related ones. And he lost his ring. Again.

But then, after the usual boring Tuesday, Wednesday brought with it some interesting drama. During a free period, the 2 anusha's were involved in an ungly altercation, needless to say, only one anusha had her reputation intact. Albert had certain comments to make on the matter, but I didnt think it was a good idea as it would jeapordize his reputation. It was a small matter really, all Anusha (there is a reason why the anusha is not specified)needed was a little more discretion on the matter, then there is the case of emotional instability, but it all boiled down to Pn Raha giving us a couple of "pengajaran", typical of her, besides, I think it was komsas that day. This was nothing compared to Thursday.

On Thursday, on his way to the bio lab, he was handed a secret admirer note by a girl in his prefectorial group. It was written on a piece of tissue paper. Obviously, it was a prank. There were 2 different handwrittings, there wasnt much attention to detail, and bloody hell, it was on a bloody tissue paper. (I was using an expletive, the tissue didnt hav blood on it) I was ready to give them a piece of my mind, but Albert didnt want to, chickened out I guess.

Still, this was still no match for Friday. He came early today, bout 5 mins earlier. Signed his name in as usual, then went to the canteen, engaged in small talk with Sam. And would you believe it, Kosheila was actually there!! She beckoned to him, he simply smiled in suprise, after all he thought she crawled in a hole and didnt come out again. He was wrong. Still staring at her as Samuel blabbered on, he waited patiently for some girl to leave Kosheila alone. But instead Kosheila hijacked Albert and took him for a lil stroll as they caught up on old matters. She was just as charming as ever, Albert stuttered in her presence, hoping she didnt notice. He wished he had more time with her as he heard the bell go, then they both knew they had to be somewhere else, almost without any parting words they went their separate ways, hes gonna regret that, I dont know when he'll see her again. He was smilling ear to ear from then on. Then he had a fantastic time during pj. Football drives his life. Then came recess.

More small talk with more people ended with Calvin. Then he rememberes he was supposed to break the ice(its an idiom, there wasnt any actual breaking of ice) with Manisya. He quickly goes in search of her, fearing he was too late. (ignore the false sense of a climax and keep reading) He caught up with Manisya. Musterred a weak "hey" as she turned and gave him a smile in return. At this point it could either turn awkwardly silent or she could give him a signal. The ball was in her court. She gestured to him and asked him if he wanted to "talk" after shooing her girlfriends off. Exactly what he was waiting for. "ahh, Manisya in the flesh," he started off, then it was easy, just a matter of keeping the ball rolling. He didnt stutter. Thank gawd. They talked bout everything exept the weather, then a familiar sense of dread came over him as Manisya announced that he should probably be in class, this time he did not make the mistake he made before. "same time tomorrow?" he probed "No im not coming." "Monday?"he continued "no, Im...."before she finished, " Tuesday?" he was not giving up, "yeah, ok" she gave in. Satisfaction. She once commented on msn asking if he was avoiding her, he definately wasnt now was he?

Now hes here, wondering what he did to deserve such good and drastic change of fortunes, and the best part is that the schooling week has not ended, theres still school on Saturday. And guess what, its according to Friday's schedule.

PILOT
This is the only blog in 3rd person. Period. There wont be any fancy pics here. Albert's nameless alter-ego will be doing the posting. You just enjoy the ride. This is here because the apparent success of the previous two blogs. Soo for a while now u'll be getting cut and paste work. This is in its infancy, so it will take a while for this to be a decent blog, in the meantime, the plain postings will just have to do. Thats all.