A Fever

25th November 2010- I woke up feeling kinda weird and groggy.
Today I'm having history paper for spm.
At the start of the exam, I noticed that I was feeling rather cold.
Something rather awkward for a hot blooded guy like me.
At the end of the first paper I was shivering and holding on to myself to keep warm.
I knew I had developed a fever somehow.
During the second paper, I was burning like hot potatoes.
I mouthed silent prayers, that I do not faint.
End of exam, I rushed to grandma's place where I found out that Ashley, my cousin sis has fever too.
My body was so hot that my grandma had to use ice to cool me down.
This was just the start of my problems.

Next day, I called princess.
She told me she had a fever on the same day and around the same time as me.
Somehow, all the anger and frustration I had just melted away.
Knowing that princess had a fever as well, kinda made this fever not so bad.
Cause this kinda connects us together.
I was relieved that princess had already recovered.
My heart was even contented with life when princess sent me a message on how to get well soon.
Life, seemed wonderful.

A few days passed, now's my 4th time going for blood tests.
I've got a viral+bacterial infection which caused my tonsil inflammation, leading to fever.
Multiple ulcers on my throat don't sound painful, IT IS PAIN.

I knelt down and prayed to God, the God I have prayed to since I was a kid.
The God who always seemed to be there whenever I called out to Him.
Somehow my God doesn't want me anymore.
I call but hear no answer.
I seek but find no hope.
I cry but receive no comfort.
My dear Father which art in heaven.
How long more do you wish to withold Thyself from me?

Bottled Up Feelings

Walking around with my fellow spm-ers, we noticed that we're the only ones in school.
Well, nothing to be surprised of.
Since its already the holidays.
As we sat together and talked about what we would miss most about school,
it suddenly hit me that I might never get to see you again until the time when two worlds collide.
A girl said she would miss gossiping with the rest of the girls.
A guy said he would miss futsal-ing with the rest of the guys.
A few of them agreed that they would miss Uncle Jimmy's nasi lemak wedges.
As for me, I stood up and walked outside the class.
I leaned my arms against the metal bars which prevented anyone from falling off the building.
I stayed that way, looking at the opposite building.
Remembering the times when you used to do your prefect patrols, and I would gladly adore you from across the building.
School has many wonderful things worth missing.
But I'll miss you the most.
That's cause you're the best thing that a guy could ever wish for.
I love everything about you.
The way you smile.
The way you turn red in embarrassment when I chase you around school, calling you princess.
The way you laugh till your tears come out and you suddenly start crying.
The way you refuse to acknowledge my presence in front of others, only to apologize privately and make me feel better.
The way you would get angry whenever I say something nice about you, cause you think that's flirting.
I love that you care about me, in a unique way. So as to not break my fragile heart and keep it yours.
Best of all, I love the way you tell me you're about to hang up from the moment you answer your phone but end up talking to me for an hour, threatening to hang up throughout the conversation.

Memoirs of a forgotten boy

Dear girls,

Do you know how much pain you've caused us guys?
You might not know, but us guys are actually all teddy bears on the inside.
We might laugh, swear and act tough on the outside.
But deep inside we're all teddy bears.
All we want in life, is just to have a girl who'd stand by our side, laugh at our lame jokes, cheer on for us in a game we're losing, hold our hand when we go shopping(instead of us carrying all the bags), tell us that they love us just before falling asleep and love us for who we are.
We guys dream of being Cassanova, of having our way around hot babes like James Bond.
But that's just a fantasy.
All we really want is to be lovey-dovey with our girl.
We wanna feel appreciated and cared for.
You might never guess, but we're actually more fragile on the inside.
Our heart beats faster when we see our girl(which is.. who else but you?) and we're constantly thinking about you.
You might never know, that we wanna shout out your name and tell the whole world that we belong to you.
We wanna let this world know, that there's someone who cares about us.
You might never have imagined, how much we enjoy watching love flicks.
The number of tissue boxes we need just to wipe our tears when someone dies in a movie.
You might never tell, that we wanna wear a couple's outfit and show off to the other guys how beautiful you are.
Every guy keeps a secret every girl doesn't know of.
That is, we wanna sit on the park bench holding your hand and stay that way forever.
You might never have dreamed, that all a guy needs is you.

Story of how the Nightangel became a Nightingale

Two thousand years ago, on one epic night that was to be the start of this story.

The moon was engulfed by the dark clouds and the princess who wandered off into an unfamiliar part of the palace could not see.

She sat in a corner and began to cry.

What could she do, she was only a fourteen year old girl?

Suddenly a soft, beautiful whisper of a song began. 

The crickets hushed their singing to listen, the frogs, their croaking.

Even the princess stopped her sobbing to hear.

Something so soft and sweet had began to sound.

Somehow familiar, as if she knew the voice well..

A voice, serenading her with a melody of the past.

An ancient serenade, so romantic that even the stars were wooed and peeped out of their blankets to listen to the nightangel sing.

After what seemed a never wanting it to end brief moment in heaven, the song stopped and the princess opened her eyes.

Out of the shadows, a tall, fair and angelic looking man stood out and walked towards the princess whose tears have started to dry off her cheeks.

The princess glanced at this mysterious yet breath taking man.

Her heart started to beat faster and faster, she wondered if he could hear it beating.

Breathing seemed too hard a task.

She's never felt this feeling before, could this be... Love?

Ask Me What Love Is

Love is fawning upon a girl in the opposite block on the last day of school.
Love is secretly adoring her every morning as she does her prefect patrols.
Love is staying back in school, hiding in a corner despite all your friends gone watching a movie and making sure she enters her car before you run to the railway station, your phone ringing like mad and knowing thats one movie which you're definitely late for.
Love is rushing home everyday, to stare at your monitor and wait for her to come online until its late at night.
Love is waking up everyday with hopes of being able to bump into her in school.
Love is calling her every night, just to make sure she's alright and happy before wishing her sweet dreams.
Love is asking God to bless her instead of yourself in prayer every night.
Love is being able to love her, without her loving you back.