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…tasty, tasty murder…

-frshzo’la~

put a flower in your hair.

Had an almost perfect Friday 5 hour morning. mostly spent in school.
I had prefect’s duty today for the PMR examinations going on in school, so I woke up early and reached school with my freshest possible look.

I saw the sight of the Form 3 students with their head in their books, in hope that it’d be photocopied into their brains. Some little friends, or should I say acquaintance bid hello. I was smiling the whole time watching them read and have small talks, how cute.

And then there was this boy, who always sit at the corner of the cafeteria alone. I filled the absence for him for awhile, shy kid… But he responded well, and with a good manner.

Soon they had to leave into their respective halls and head for war, a peaceful, quiet war I should say.

I hung out with some of the Lower Six-ers, as my peers were not here yet. Cool bunch of people, never a moment of silence being with them. Very childlike and open, you don’t at all feel the ego or elite attitude.
But they are very smart people.

Got a bucket of apples, and we started distributing it to the teachers, when there were excess, we’d take a bite or two just to check it’s quality before giving it to people.

Fine, we took 2 or 3 apples for ourselves because we were hungry. And those were good apples.
Marcus thought us how to polish apples, you can almost see your reflections on it[!]

Nick came with his guitar and we started playing around with it in the Health Room. Half-composed a song called
“Emergency Plan” which was kinda’ cool and all spontaneous. The title came to me when I saw the “Pelan Kecemasan” on the wall, which was actually our fire escape plan.

I helped paint the murals at the sides of the stage until I realize that my lines aren’t exactly the most symmetrical of all, and Pragaash was doing all the touching-ups for me.  So I left it to the experts and continued distributing apples with the old-farts.

When it was time to go home, I popped my earphones in and put it on “Shuffle”.
I never trusted this function because I believe I choose what I want at this time. But I dared myself to start trusting the technology.

Sure enough the first song was a good one. The second was better, and on the third song I was almost home, but it was a good song. So I chose a detour to the park just to see how long this “good music-streak” will last.

Well, it lasted me for half an hour, because I had to answer the call of nature.

And this is just the beginning of my Friday.

-freshyfriday

olives on dough.

The quiet, emotionless season is over for me.
Life is so fun, one moment you’re on a hiatus, the other you’re all suave and smooth.

right now, I like the way life is. Not too quiet, and yet not rock & roll-ish clamoring.
this is sonance.

where you enjoy life even by staring at trees and being whiffed by some easy wind.
just like how I use to be all the time, almost…

the equations and numbers from the books seem to be treating me better, we declared peace a la fin.

but when the war that is to come reaches my pencil tip, no mercy! shall be my battle cry.

okay, on the less poetic side of the note.
I’ve been in appetence  for coffee, not the ordinary instant mix of coffee.
yeah,
that manipulative, over-waging chain of coffee outlets. [insert name]

But I like it=)
And I unconscionably  offered Esther a drink below RM20.
I’d probably call Daniel along so he could treat us altogether =) [cheapo]

Time to stock up my wishlist.
good to have a list like that, albeit it always end up incomplete.

-New gold bridge and tailpiece for  my Les Paul.
-New pickups, preferably Gibson stocks.
-A guitar polish.
-A new type of fashion in my wardrobe, yes, a wardrobe.
-A small amplifier I can carry around.
-A new bag, I can travel around with. Another Crumpler?
-Biology reference book.
-A bigger space [house?]
- A Fender Stratocaster.

Yes, that’s  my humble wishlist. If you can support me in any way possible, you’re always welcomed to call
012-9360033

I accept both cash and cheque. If you can buy the item and send it to my doorstep, even better =)

-frshzcravings

the violinist loses his bow. what did he do?

Fresh from Gold Coast. Credits to Seng Kiat Lee.
Wish Zach was there too [frown]

I have so much piffle in my head now. I just want to [enter]

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that’s 24 enters.
the answers I’d like to hear to the question from my blog title is

he plucked some horse-tail and made a new bow with a tree branch
he turned it into a miniature double bass

but I say he got scolding from his parents, and they went to buy a new one.

suppose to be a raving post. but that’s against my blogging policy. [what policy?]

but so much things coming at once at you can really mess your head up.
so much for procrastinating.

I’m hesitating whether or not to click “publish”

Happy Birthday Suzanne Siow, Happy Tang Lung Festival.

-frshzamoebainacic

I ate the cookie. again.

For one, I am not going to talk about why I haven’t updated since last month and bla bla bla….

Since tomorrow is going to be a Friday without the books, it’s about time I start typing and choosing photos to upload on this platform.

Life has been cold to me,
before the sun rises,  I think myself through the day in my shower.
it ends up differently.

the really hot, blazing sun watches my back as I walk home, I felt cold.
I’m not down with fever, I realized. Just really down…
I go to bed with a thousand thoughts playing on the ceiling.

life is like that sometimes, downtimes are inevitable variables that strikes you when you least expect.
I trained myself to identify my “periods”. But these times gets even harder each time you overcome another.
Yes, just like Mario.

Depressing as it sounds, I’m actually pretty happy now that I see things clearer. Each level I subjugate , my eyesight gets better. I was once blind. Imagine that. [spiritual context!]

I always believed in new things.
New colour, new flavour, new taste, new dust…and of course new songs.
there birthed “The Fresh Times”.

But I came to learn that “fresh” and “new” are not the same.
New things can be fresh, but fresh stuff are not necessarily new.

The good old blues comes fresh whenever I listen to them, anytime, a fresh interpretation comes from the song.
But pop songs as young as 3 days can bore me to my skin.

This whole week of holiday, besides studying for my finals. I hope to find freshness in things, specially the old things.
I got so caught up with the “new” gizmos and magic that I lost colour to my eyes.

Right now I’m taking two steps back with the acoustics unplugged, stop using capital letters.

And try to take small, calm, relaxing breaths of air.
don’t pull my handbrakes…

-frshzbreathingwithpassion

eat.

there you go, eating out with The Siows.

Monday night was Joel Paul’s final dinner with us before he leaves for the States, which is tonight.
Along with David and Sze Juin to Old Klang Road.

Food, company and Chinese Tea can bring conversations to heights, I guess I wanted to push for a place to eat out of Subang not just for the food, but to be out of the norm and get excited for something extra special.

The restaurant was located under a bridge.

Yes, good conversations again, about the right partner, U.S.A, food, education, politics, economy, church.
good fun.

and best of all we brought it back home for coffee and Milo.

the fellowship lasted till 12 a.m. and they had to leave for some of us have work and school.

Prayer last night was with the same bunch again, coincidentally only the 5 of us turned up at the Phuas’.

Being around older youths are always full of glee and jest. They have a different state of mind that constantly blows your own when you’re around them.

Joel[middle] is a great guy, I don’t need to elaborate on that. evidently a man after God’s heart.
he came back for 3 months, and the last time I wrote about people leaving for studies was February.

Most of them are still in their respective campus.

Yeap, eating brings people together, when you have nothing to talk about, you can always comment on the food!

-frshz!

if i really wanted to be happy

I would get reacquainted with my past favourites…
I used to love yam flavoured ice-cream, but lost touch since Standard 4-5…
Might get some at the groceries today =)

this bear familiar to you?

I remember the first time I met this bear was when I was 6 years old,
was invited by my Malay neighbour, my best friend then, to the AnW at Petaling Jaya.

About a week ago I went back there and it still smell the same, the smell of hot waffles coming off its casts.
Even though the food isn’t all that great anymore, I still felt happy I went there again.

Taipan, USJ 10 at dawn.

Life’s simple pleasures are often life’s greatest pleasures. Walking in the rain, jogging in the morning, biscuits in the afternoon, boardgames over coke and potato chips.

Simple fun are those that don’t cost a lot of time or money to start with, you don’t need one whole month of holidays to do them. They are set to evoke the feeling of contentment and reimbursement that soothe frayed nerves, that extra whiff to an ordinary day, like whipped-cream on iced-coffee.

Best of all, you can always share em’ with people.

I have bad hand writing.

what’s your past favourites?

-frshz

through Your words, to my eyes.

I have no idea where my camera is, but I know it’s going to come back, so will have to use old stuff…

Finally fully suited up, got my blazer, my greener-than-green trousers, belt, black shoes, green tie, green shirt…
but I chose to skip school today, after glancing through my timetable and seeing what I have to endure.

as in stoning in Civic lessons, talking during EST, being shouted at for Maths and in the end learning nothing, listening to silence[Pn. Jega] during Physics..

it’s vital for new-age students to either have a very disciplined study-time at home. or to have an extremely good tuition as a back-up.

Woke up to my alarm, zombied downstairs

“Pa, I’m not going to school today”
-”self-studying…subjects today not nice“
gave me a smiley-nod, and I headed upstairs to prepare for “home-schooling”.

Did 3 subjects today, and I felt good clearing out doubts and questions I had for myself.

I’m having that “I have wasted too much time” feeling again, and I forgot how I managed to shun it.
maybe I really just forgot about it.

There’s something about people dying this year, I don’t know what but it’s worrying me a bit.

The most recent one Yasmin Ahmad, a Creative Director/Filmmaker had just left her legacy here in Malaysia.
I read my morning paper and spotted one of her interviews on The Sun.

What caught my eye was her mentioning “God” several times in the talk.
And I really liked her idea on creativity:

” I believe God creates and we just observe.
People who make art that is felt by other fellow human beings
are sharp observers. Maybe I have been blessed with sharp observation.
But I am not creative “
-snipped from The Sun

I smiled silently as I read the whole thing. Regardless of which “God” she serves, she is a great person as good as she is an artist.

Waiting for my camera to come, Joshua-I don’t have the videos with me now.

-frshneedsmoreinitiative.

take a look @ me now.

after the fundraiser, life has been lackluster.

but last weekend I had a 4-hour karaoke session with the dudes. really fun stuff especially being around sporting people. had my share of a voice-crack as well. overall a very fun afternoon spent together again.

the weekend before this was weird, I officially had experience my first straight-forward car accident experience. Thanks to a speeding kancil, and to a P license driver. Was quite fun actually when I realized that the windows cracked when we got bumped.

thank God it was a Kancil, not a Hummer.

The highlight of the week was definitely walking around with my green shirt. It definitely felt more authoritative, confident and powerful[...]

Might not look that great in green but I’m proud of it, just hope I don’t lose it any sooner.

“you don’t look the same anymore, now you look like an ego-Zach”- Seng Kiat

“broccoli”- Chee Wei

“a whole new level”

Against All Odds- Phil Collins

-frshzhaa

when the world gives you lemons…

make mango smoothies!

outside of Sunway Pyramid.

foreword: Happy Birthday to David [Chan Yin Kit]. 24/06/09

one of the greatest influence in my life, greatest leader I’ve met.

He is one of those tai kors that gives you assurance that things are in control, when it seems like an arsenal of chaos are on battlefield.

I still can’t believe he’s just 19, and he’s going into the working world next year, good luck being a rich man!

So it was one of the longest-awesome weekend I’ve had in a long time.

what was I doing?
*well, the youths from each center of CBC got together to pull out a fundraiser for a kidney dialysis center.

I finally got the chance to talk to youths from other center, but I was really tired from working so I only made a few new friends.

the highlight was definitely live music by the Youth Bands from different centers.
-this is Abel from Kota Damansara shredding on an Ibanez.

Overall it was really really fun and taxing at the same time.

I got a chance to do some sand art, which I’ve never done before in my entire life.
apparently a popular carnival activity for children today.

I thought I was a natural at this, but those kids kicked ass.
mixing coloured sand with the correct ratio, scratching……
long story short I sucked at it. but it was very fun nonetheless.

speaking of sucking, it was the first time that I was handling helium. [first hand!]

they had this big tank of helium, originally to fill the balloons up and make children happy.

but adults/youths had their share of fun too,
yes, we sucked[inhaled] helium.
yes, we made funny noises.

I sang a song with my newly-found vocal-range for your listening pleasure and recorded it.
Video on next post-scold me if I forget.

I have plenty of pictures and videos, but lack endurance to post them up.

-next post please.

-frshthzchapologetic

“Having Subway sandwiches for 2 meals in 3 straight days”

“Apparently Zach an be tired for 2 straight weeks”