Gone

You know that feeling you get when your friends leave after a party, one by one getting into their cars and driving away? For me it feels like the fun is slowly leaving along with them. One by one, piece by piece of the joy slowly whisked away to be brought home by them, till you're left with nothing but a memory of it.

It usually happens car by car.

This time, all it took was one.

Four suitcases,
A violin,
Two lap tops,
One dad,
One sister.

Time

Three months,
A week,
A day,
Four hours,
Two minutes,
None.

The only way to value time
Is to see what is held by it.

So have a childhood together,
A week on a holiday,
A day spent at the park,
An hour at lunch,
Seven minutes on the phone,
Or none.

As long as we hold this friendship dear,
I will value both a childhood and no time at all.
For though I value the time I spent with you,
Superseding that is our bond.

An hour in a cab,
Twenty-four hours in a plane,
A couple days in Boston,
A year as a sophomore.

I will truly miss your company.

Hail

I wrote this long ago in a reply to my sister. I recently stumbled across it and since she's leaving for the States tomorrow, I decided to post it here.

With a warm love,
Refreshing in the frigid cold,
Watch in wonder,
Watch in awe,
As the snowflakes fall
About and around,
And silently thank the Lord,
That nothing bigger is falling.

THUDing my way onwards,

Sam

Sean's Tag

Okay Sean. I know this tag is like a month old but I finally did it eh.

Yea darn, I'm lazy.

Name: Samuel Wong Guo Dhong

Sisters: Sarah Wong

Brothers: Blood bros only… =P

Shoe size: US 9.0

Height: I haven’t the darnest idea. Average guy height I guess

Where do you live: In the middle of nowhere, aka Paragon Heights

Favorite drinks: Water, Shandy, Milo ice, Longan Cincau, Syrup Bandung with Sprite

Have you ever been on a plane: Yeap

Swam in the ocean: If you count ocean as “connected or on the edge of the largest bodies of water on earth” then yes

Fallen asleep in school: Yes, and no regrets. He was BORING

Broken someone’s heart: Yes, including my own

Fell off your chair: Umpteenth times

Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Yes, more than once, both waiting for news of a friend’s medical condition

Saved e-mails: Saved implying rescued from the trash bin? Mine don’t go there anyway

What does your room look like: Pale blue walls, warm white lights, straw colored roman curtains, laminated wood floor, dark wood built in wardrobe and table, Dell 4700 on table, mattress on floor, chin up bar in bathroom doorway, jeans on back of door, yesterday’s shirt on bottom left corner of floor, undated clothing on random coordinates, books piled in random stack on table, empty soda can next to keyboard, dirty boxers half tucked underneath bed… You get the point

What is the last thing you ate: Marshmallows

Ever had chicken pox: Caught it from my sister a couple years back

Sore throat: Now and then

Stitches: 27 on the left thigh from gashing it on the way down a 12 foot drop. On my old pair of jeans I mean

Do you believe in love at first sight: Only with inanimate objects

Like picnics: Depends who they’re with

Who was the last person you danced with: If you mean in general, then it’s Ty. If you meant slow danced, then I’ll let you know that my dad reads my blog sometimes

Last person who made you smile: Zethan *Silicone!!!*

Today did you talk to someone you like: If I didn’t then I’d just be the sad. I'm not sad

Do you eat healthy: Currently making an effort to do so

Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you: Few people haven’t. I’m not part of that few

Are you loud or quiet most of the time: Both, depending on the amount of sugar I have in my blood

Are you confident: My friends think so but I’m not to sure about that. I know my limits

5 things I was doing 10 years ago:
- Learning my times tables
-Tugging at girls’ hair
-Rolling down grassy hills
-Cycling
-Thinking my English teacher was hot

5 things on my to-do list today:
-Jam with my sister
-Practice magic
-Plan next month’s expenses
-Buy new mike
-Polish new one-handed cut

5 snacks I enjoy:
-Fruit
-Cookies
-Chocolate
-Potato Chips
-Anything considered junk

5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:
-Sponsor my sister’s PhD
-Set my parents for life
-Give 10% to God
-Visit *someone special*
-Get married

5 of my bad habits:
-I’m crap lazy
-I’m messy
-I have a tendency to churn out put downs
-I’m a perfectionist
-I take things to extremes

No tags this time

To Mediate

A summation of acts

An amalgamation of decisions

A collective archive of memories


A mediation between the three


I am


Resolute


In making better decisions

So as to change the way I act

Thus changing the memories I form


By doing so I make my own self


Different


In a way I see fit


For a summation of acts

An amalgamation of decisions

A collective archive of memories


And a mediation between the three


Is what I am

Heh

Ty you funny guy.

I don't ignore people on my blog.

I reply on theirs.

XD

Have Fun at the Bird Park Guys

The fever's gone.

The antibiotics are gone.

All long gone.

So yea... Church camp.

One of my highlights was the fact that I played drums for church! Well only for one session. It was meant to be two, but that session was spent watching the olympic badminton finals. No big loss on my part since Yong Yi picked two of the hardest songs together for that one. Heh.

And yes, I play drums now. Started picking it up a couple months ago so I'm still a little wet behind the ears. Okay, more than a little.

Appart from that, I really appreciated the time I got to spend with Danny and Jamie. A little bit of Andy too. It was great fun chilling with you guys! (*Chilling*... Get it?)

Well I know I promised more, but there really isn't any more to say. If you weren't there, listening to Ray Porter for yourself, then I don't believe I'm articulate enough to express how it was.

Great would describe it, but wouldn't really do it justice. So I'll leave it there.


So some days have passed, and some stagnant thoughts have been stired.

Don't you hate it when someone lies to impress others? Or sacrifices part of his own personal values to "be cool"? I've often wondered whether they had those values to sacrifice in the first place.


There is an action, and intent.

Which is worse?

To sacrifice part of one's values to commit the act,

Or;

To have fallen so far, that no sacrifice has to be made in order to commit the act.


Personally, I say don't commit the act at all.

And yes,

I do hate it.

CDPC Church Camp 2008; For such a time as this

Just got back from the aforementioned camp.

I'm down with a headache and a fever. Maybe walking barefoot against the cold Cameron rain shirtless wasn't such a good idea after all.

Since I'm not really in a mood to be detailed, I'll bullet point. Oh how I hate bullet pointing.

No. 1, Serious props to this year's committee. Good job.

No. 2, I wish I'd taken drama classes. I didn't live up to expectations.

No. 3, Thanks to Andy and Daniel for the fun, and of course Jamie for the freezing cold weather... ;-) Kidding aside, it was great hanging out with you guys.

Oh, and thanks for the shoulder to sleep on. That middle seat was darned uncomfortable.

No. 4, The amazing race was fun. =D Darned toy monkey.

No. 5, Neat job on the thank you board Daniel.

No. 6, Luke Balver, you gotta tell me where you learnt that dance! XD

No. 7, Cast of "Esther", awesome job guys!

No. 8, 1-7 is plenty. Will blog about it when I'm less heavy headed.


~Fizzeh Bubbleh!!!~

Head Canvas

Yes,

The tattoo's fake.




No,

The hair-do isn't.

Blue Bloody Hell

Sorry I smudged my NRIC but I'm a private person. I'd rather not have internet stalkers to add to my list of things gone wrong.

Translation: Congratulations, you've been drafted to enter the National Service for 2009

Yes, the non-BM speaking, soon to be doomed Sam has been selected for NS. I already wear my hair buzz, albeit artistic lines, but it doesn't undermine the fact that I'VE BEEN BLOODY SELECTED.

Yes, I'm upset.

No, I don't want to go.

Yes, I will go.

Life just threw me a curve ball, but I'll take it anyway. If parkour has taught me anything, it's to face and overcome obstacles. I prayed like heck that I wouldn't get selected, but I did. So I'll safely assume that it's God's will for me to go.

Please pray that I'll get put into a good camp.

P.S.

I don't feel friggin congratulated in ANY way whatsoever. What the heck is there to congratulate me for?!

P.P.S

Please pray that I'll be more positive about this.

Falling Boxes

I had a close friend,
We were both young.

Things were simple,
Intentions, pure.

There was no desire to impress,
Just a desire to have fun.
There was no competition,
Only gladness and respect for skill.

There were no facades,
No prejudice,
And we knew none the better,
For the maturity we had not.

But we grew up,
Grew out,
Grew away,
Grew apart.

Now is only the desire to impress,
Fun mattering not, only ego.
Now is only the need to be better,
But only for ego and the need to impress.

Now are only facades,
Too much prejudice,
And he still doesn't know,
For the maturity he has not.

Am I the only one amongst us,
Making a valiant stand,
And trying to subvert,
My desire to impress others?

Or is it a foolish stand,
To think I can compete without,
Or compete outside,
Of my ever so insistent desire?

Am I the only one who feels,
With a perverted sense,
And is impressed by those,
Who do not seek to impress?

Am I the only one amongst us,
Seeking myself,
Finding my faces,
And making them one?

Why do I find myself,
As the only one who chastises
My own self when a thought
Of prejudice strays into consciousness?

What do I know,
From the maturity I have?
And what am I still lacking,
From the maturity I have not?

From where we came from,
We now differ.
Both with the same desires,
One following them, the other not.

I once had a close young friend,
But he's no longer young.

And I no longer know him.
Nor do I have a longing to.



Edit: I just realized that this post may come off as offensive. Just to clarify, the poem NOT about someone out there reading this. It's about two different sides of me, personified to both extremes, one of which I am suppressing.

If you thought it was about you then;
-I'm sorry
-It's not
-Siapa makan cili, dia rasa pedas

Storyboarding & Scriptwriting Week 6's Assignment

I must have wrote this scene ages ago. Just found it, had a laugh, and decided to share it. What a funny piece of crap it must've been.

By the way, I think it sucks... =D

The Blunder.

By,

Samuel Wong Guo Dhong

Int. House. Late Evening

A lizard scurried from under the front door, made a frantic left turn, and ran up an unblemished full length mirror stretching from the wooden floor to the plaster ceiling. Its wide eyes darted from left to right as it dodged the fluorescent lights, before making a daring leap around a corner. The white lights shone onto equally white walls, giving the living room a rather sterile look. A distorted shadow appeared through the stained glass inset in a dark mahogany door. Some keys jangled as one of them entered a lock. Twisting the lock open and entering, Fred Brickman, 32, balanced several grocery bags in his right arm while retrieving the key with his left. Nudging the door close with his foot, he sighs as he dumps his keys on a shoe cupboard next to the mirror. Stumbling into a kitchen as sterile as the previous room, he maneuvers around a glass dinner table and places the bags on a marble topped counter that separates the table from the stove. He sighs as he walks over to the answering machine and presses the rewind button. It blinks green and whirrs as he sorts the groceries and stacks them in their respective places.

Answering Machine

(Male)

Beep… Hey Fred, Joseph here. I know its Saturday but I need you to pop by the office tomorrow to pick up some papers. Call me when you get this…

Fred

(Disgusted)

Ugh. I cant believe that guy!

He stashes the last of the groceries and grabs a bottle of soda from the fridge. He pops it and drinks deeply, while leaning on the counter. His eyes wander over to the newspaper set on the dining table and half attentively listens to the next message.

Answering Machine

(Female)

Beep… Mr. Brinkman? (Underemphasizes on the “ink”) I’m sorry to inform you on such short notice, but your dinner reservations have been canceled because a famous icon discovered that he had under booked for his party. I’m terribly sorry sir…

Fred’s mouth gapes wide open and the soda hangs loosely at his side. A look of disbelief fills his face, but is quickly replaced by indignant anger. Loosing all interest in the paper, he throws the unfinished soda into an open wastebasket, then flings his hands into the air.

Fred

(Exasperated)

WHAT? I’ve been on the waiting list for over a month and they just bump me because of some stupid celebrity’s party? That is a completely…

Answering Machine

(Indistinct)

Beep… Yo Brickman… (undecipherable chatter)

Fred (Cont’d)

…unjustifiable act! If I wasn’t in my right frame of mind I’d bloody sue them!

He clutches his head in his hands, tousling his auburn hair as a sudden look of worry crosses him.

Fred (Cont’d)

(Worried)

(Moans) Oh great. How am I going to tell Mona?…

The closes his eyes and puts on a face somewhere between thoughtfulness and a grimace. The answering machine in the background stops and blinks red.

Fred (Cont’d)

(Decisively)

I know. I’ll just let her go there and find out herself. If they’re lucky she won’t scream her head off at them and that way she’ll blame them, not me.

He smiles to himself smugly.

Fred (Cont’d)

(Smugly)

Brilliant!

He tries to fish out his soda but stops midway.

Fred (Cont’d)

(Annoyed)

Perfect… now I have to cook my own dinner.

He sighs in resignation and heads behind the counter. Fishing out a five-pack of instant noodles from an overhead cupboard, he separates one from the rest and stashes the rest back where they came from. He puts in on the counter and turns to put a pot of water to boil. Several attempts are made to start a flame.

Fred (Cont’d)

(Eagerly)

Come on, come on… Start for me…

Finally a flame bursts to life and he closes the pot’s lid. He turns back to the counter and fishes out a chopping board. He places the board down and rolls some onions on it playfully. Fishing out a knife from the rack on the counter, he proceeds to skin and chop up the onions. After a few minutes of chopping, he is satisfied by size of the diced chunks; though his eyes are watering. He fishes out his handkerchief and wipes away the tears.

Fred (Cont’d)

Sniff… Now that, is why I hate cooking.

He rips open the packet of instant noodles, lifts the lid, and dumps the contents in. He follows up with the onions, and closes the lid. He leans back on the counter and watches the time on his watch tick by. After three minutes, he checks on the noodles, nodding and smiling as he notes that they are ready. Placing the lid aside, he is oblivious to the lizard crawling on the overhead cupboards. As he lifts the pot off the stove, flame still burning merrily, the lizard starts to lose its grip. Frantically scrambling and trying to avoid a fall into a pot of boiling noodles, the lizard fails and plummets just as Fred swivels to the right. Instead of falling into the pot, the lizard lands on Fred’s left hand and almost as immediately tries to jumps off. The fear of seeing a lizard on his hand, however, compels Fred to let go of the pot and shake off the lizard. The lizard flies across the room, but the pot hits the counter and spews all of its contents onto Fred’s arm and the stove, both scalding him, and extinguishing the fire.

Fred (Cont’d)

(Loudly)

SHIT!!!

The pot falls to the floor with a loud clang, though not as loud as Fred’s swearing.

Fred (Cont’d)

Shit shit shit shit shit!!! Oh Freaking Hell!!!

He runs around the counter, dodges the dining table, and sprints straight past the living room into the bathroom, leaving a significant trail consisting of dripping soup, noodles, and onion chunks on the wood floor. Opening the water faucet, he thrusts his hand under the running flow while opening the medical cabinet. He grabs a tube of tooth paste and after a few more seconds under the water, the squeezes the entire tube onto his left hand, spreading it with his right. While waiting for the soothing calm of the mint flavored Colgate, he rinses his right hand.

Fred (Cont’d)

(Irritated)

Great you smart ass. Perfect way to impress Mona, being a sissy ass, scared of lizards, scalds himself by accident kinda guy.

He pulls out a cigarette, stuffs it in his mouth, and lights it. Taking a few puffs, he sighs as the mint eats into his nerves, calming them. Back in the kitchen, the stove leaks gas through the cooked noodles, building up to a critical level. After taking another minute, Fred decides to clean up the mess he had made. Walking through the living room, cigarette still alight, he almost makes it into the kitchen. However, not before he spots the lizard sneaking underneath the counter. He runs after it but slips on some noodles midway through the doorway. Stomach crashing into the dining table, Fred gets winded and spits the cigarette into the cloud of invisible gas. The cloud ignites and creates a terrifying blast, originating from the cigarette’s tip. The knives in the rack on the counter are hurtled towards Fred. The light from one of the ceiling lamps glints off a knife, reflecting in Fred’s eyes, though back lit by the expanding explosion. The knife spins in slow motion, tumbles, spins, tumbles, and eventually stabs Fred’s left eye, microseconds before the blast reaches his flesh, tearing through his skin, frying the Colgate, and incinerating his face starting from the tip of his nose. The glass table shatters into a thousand tiny fragments. The blast brutally flings Fred through the living room, slamming him into the wall beside the bathroom door, before continuing on into the bathroom, melting the shower curtain. A stray machete decapitates Fred, and both body and head crumple separated to the floor while the machete remains stuck in the wall, being pelted by pieces of glass. After the blast dies down, there is an eerie silence. Everything still, the only movement is from the lizard, somewhat protected from the blast underneath the counter. It wobbles past the dining table and pauses to see a stark contrast in environment. The once sterile living room and kitchen is now in shambles. The phone rings a weakened, hurt ring, before it switches to the answering machine.

Answering Machine

(Warbled, distorted)

Hey, you’bve reacched Fredd Bbrickk-mans re-re-residence…… Pleassse leav-ve a mes-sseage at t-the beepp……… BWEEP… Hey Fredd… Mona here… I’mm at the restaurantt now… Lovvely place you pickked. Just kalling to checkk if you’vve left the housse yet. Oh guess whatt… I told them the resservation was for Brickkman, and they ssaid the resservation wass for tommmorroww but whenn they doubble checkked, apparrenttly theres a Brinnkman who has a resservvation for tomorrow! Funny coiinciddence huh? Anyways gett here quicck alrigght? Oh and byy the wway, Kriss Anngel iss havving a p-party heree ttommorrow! Kool huhh?…

Beep…

The lizard weaved its way through burnt wood, broken glass, mirror, and random assorted items. Hobbling under the door, it disappears into the dark of night.

Fin.

Fruit Cake

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If you were there, you'd know.

If you weren't, too bad.