A boy who Was
Almost every morning would there be blocks of drawing paper pasted onto his locker. Locker number 77 was an infamous locker located on the ground floor of the senior's block in Maxwell High School. Ian would walk to his locker every morning before the first period of the day to find to his dismay, taunts and insults written on white drawing paper pasted onto the locker's door. These were very hurtful to Ian. He was a social outcast.
People in School picked on him. Everyday, he had to endure all the taunting and beatings dished out to him by fellow students in school. They labeled Ian and ''emotional wreck'' and many other names. The bullies in school would push him into a secluded corner in school just to taunt him or proceed to beat him up.
Ian was a figure of cuts and bruises as a result. He could not understand why he was treated the way he was. No one was keen to or even thought of befriending him as they did not wish to be seen as a friend of Ian and become potential targets for the bullies. Everyday during lunch break, Ian would sit at the end of an unoccupied table by his lonesome self and everyday there would be people coming over to snatch his food or play pranks on him. After months of enduring the pain he felt and containing all the rage seething within himself, Ian started taking glances at the high-rise buildings in his neighbourhood while walking home from school. These glances escalated to become looks and ultimately stares as the days went by.
On one fateful day, Ian went home after taking a beating from his regular bullies in school. He sat down on his bed and thought to himself. How was it possible that he had lived this way for such a long period of time? How much longer could he take anymore? When he was young, Ian, his parents were involved in a car accident. Miraculously, he survived the accident unscathed. Ian thought to himself, what was his purpose of living? Why did he even have to exist? His foster parents never had any time for him and slowly he became withdrawn from the family and was just a teenager who lived in a stranger's home. That was what he felt. He felt the word ''family'' never had any meaning ever since the deaths of his parents. He just wanted to be loved by others just like other teenagers. He didn't believe in God as he was adamant that if there were a God, he would be saved from his miserable life. All the while, he endured. He fought so others would not ignore him. Alas, he found no reason to continue his life.
Ian remembered the high-rise buildings. He always looked at them, even stopped to stare and plot his own end. He sneaked out of the house late in the afternoon that fateful day and counted the number of steps it took him to reach the roof of one of the uninhabited buildings. He had made the ultimate decision.
If nobody had ever acknowledged his existence, what more his death?
20/30 for this piece of composition.
Based on Loneliness.
Not satisfying by my standards.
Mrs.Hon is hard to please. Haha.
I'm waiting for the eleventh of this March.
I am waiting for the answer from You.
I will not forget. =D
'N Sync
As always, Jc Chasez is Awe-Tastic.
I'm fucking hungry. Like really starving.
Got home, bathed, crapped, messaged for a while.
And fell asleep till 1220am.
People at home should really start waking me before 10pm. -.-
Else I'll spend my night alone with everyone else asleep.
Thankfully there're friends on MSN.
After NCC, all the seniors waited outside NCC room for a meeting before going home.
And while waiting for the keys to unlock the door, we watch netballers and start shouting loudly,
To their attention -.-
Farhan (Sec Five) keeps shouting JOY I LOVE YOU.
HAHAHAHA fucked up.
This happens every monday and friday. -.-
Hafiz and I discussed something while they were shouting and watching the girls.
Haha private conversation and no one else shall know.
Insiders information! That was damn funny.
Fawwaz kept saying my sideburns are long during NCC.
The joke was, even when i push my side to the front,
I have a certain length of hair. And it's it's sideburns i just grew -.-
And I have no idea how to shave them. Truth -.-
Singh will surely get a grip on my hair.
Cause it's too long for school.
And too cool as well =D
9Days to my birthday and there are so many things I want.
Well, most of us want many things. It's like a need for us.
Haha that's the sad truth. Hee =D
Also, Yesterday.
Ate at Siam Kitchen, Suntec City =D
And then,
Went bowling for the first time.
Score-74 only
But it was fun!
Hope to do it Again.
Concentration here.
He lines up his shot.
And he looks Professional!
Watches his ball go!
74 aint so bad =D
After that, went to Esplanade to hang around.
Album Cover-Danial
No Captions
No Comment either HAHAHA
Ala All no comment la! Hahaha
Bleahhh
Eh What the Fruck?
Love Letters in Spanish would be oh-so-awesome.
So I Shall learn them ASAP.
Watch out for my fluent spanish-speaking tongue.
And be Amazed. All in the near future. Hehehe!
Girl what have You done to me, to make me fall so desperately?
To think that I just got to know your name.
And what am I supposed to do,
If I can't get over You?
And come to find that You don't feel the same.
Duh, course You don't. Hahaha
Sorry for not replying your messages.
Girl what have You done to me, to make me fall so desperately?
To think that I just got to know your name.
And what am I supposed to do,
If I can't get over You?
And come to find that You don't feel the same.
Duh, course You don't. Hahaha
Sorry for not replying your messages.
Ps:Why can't You see me through Her eyes?
Ynwa, You'll Never Walk Alone.
-Farhan Syah, Rockstar
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