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Santa Claus

I was sitting, waiting. For our gates to be opened. It was the day where my trip to Taiwan ended. It was also the day where my SAM results were announced.

Earlier in the morning at 5am, everyone I knew that were waiting anxiously for their results were wide awake. Me, miles away was Skyping with a friend, waiting too. Finally, it came. The screen flashed, 92.35. I gave my mum a call through the hotel room's phone. They were proud, very proud. I could enter into Monash, living my dreams.

While we were waiting for the flight number to be announced. Mum told me I could spend 500 bucks. Alright, that's cool. I could buy tons, ranging from Tamiya to shirts and new headphones. It was near Christmas, I thought I could buy my parents a Christmas present. So I allocated 200 bucks just for them. But something wasn't right. I didn't know what struck me. but then this thought came to me. I've been having 18 well blessed Christmas. I had good Japanese food for almost every Christmas Eve. But what about other children ? Is Christmas just an ordinary day for them ? Is Christmas for them staring out of the window, hoping ' Santa Claus ' will come knocking at their door ?

Without hesitation, I told my mum. I want to donate 200. That look of hers I would not forget. There were mixture of feelings in her stare. I can tell she was surprised, but somehow glad.

My family believes in Karma. When we were back in Malaysia, she donated 200 bucks to a blind society. I knew why. I have poor eyes, really poor eyes.

I had only 100 to spend. I didn't mind at all. You see people, life isn't about the amount of branded materials you possess. It's about making a difference. 200 might not be a lot. But I've given a little happiness to people who needed it. I don't see how people who have millions with them can't fish out a few thousands to help.

Maybe one day, when people can actually start letting go of personal possessions, just to help. It will be the day where everyone is actually rich, rich with happiness. Either that, everyone will still remain as slaves, slaves to money.

2012, it was the year I was a little Santa Claus.

Train ride , 2009

It was a strange place. It was like stepping into a mysterious jungle. Filled with so many unknown people, but yet I felt lonely and strange. The only thing I relied on was my phone and my brother (who was at the same school with me ). This time I was going to a different station alone. Well, I think that's what you get when you're new to a school.

Days passed, I was still cursing my parents for sending me here. This school was all the way in Klang. And it takes 45 minutes to get back home. The school consists only about 100 students. NOPE ! I was so not used to it. I missed my friends back in my old school. I missed the fact that I could literally not listen and the teacher wont notice.

Since parents were spending so much money just on education, I planned to study real hard. Yes, they saw my hard work and they were glad. So was I. I've learnt something really important. Never get too comfortable and contented in life. It was then, I felt my parents made the right choice :)

13th March, a day that changed everything. Wait, a phone call. A call that left me devastated. Ever since then, I was just begging and scrapping for attention.

It was also the year where my acne and pimples started pooping out like mushrooms -.- I was really bad :(  I couldn't sleep side ways. I had creams all over my face every night. There were days I felt like just skipping school :/

I would say 2009 was the turning point of everything. From a lazy bump, into a 'slightly' hardworking child ? Heh.

Train Ride, 2008

A start a new year. A special year, maybe a productive year. But just a little :)

I remembered a class, KH class ! Fun :D.. We were supposed to cook. Boys. It was a surprise that we didn't set the kitchen on fire. The class was way beyond my expectations. We cooked our own food :oooo ! We waited for all the groups to finish their cooking, the Muslims student had their prayers before eating then the very next thing, we all ate like hungry barbarians.

It was a year where I was very into a board game .

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Now, this game works your brain and makes you plan strategies. Good isn't it ?  I was so into it. I stopped studying, and ' camp' at the back of the class just to play. Now, THAT'S BAD. Real bad. 

During the report card day, the form teacher told my parents. Then, everything changed. Mum went school hunting. Not really because of chess. Mainly because of my results and me, being too comfortable. She found a school. I went mind fucked. I didn't want to leave, I was so comfortable here. I had friends, someone special, and the place that I'm familiar with. A school less than 2 kilometers away from home. Who the hell would want to leave ? 

So, i had to board another train. A train full of strange people. This time, alone. I wasn't happy. Inside, I was hating my mum. Only years later, did I realize that my mum made a choice which really made me a better person. 

Study study, maybe I'll blog 2009, tomrrow 

Train ride, 2007

It came to an end, where everyone had to board another train. EVERYONE. So, I wasn't feeling nervous because I know I'm gonna see the same group of friends again.

It was a whole new different environment compared to primary. The same routine every single day. School from 8am - 1.50pm everyday. Then wait wait wait until 5. Then it's basketball. Yup, no home work, no stress, being lazy. That's the life.

Basically, the whole year was monotonous. I didn't want to try new activities. For example, marathons, chess club that my mum wanted me to sign up. I was so comfortable with life. Trust me, it's not good being too comfortable. It's good to get out from your comfort zone, and experience.

Conclusion, a lousy year wasted.

Life

Life is just like a train ride. We are on a journey to a certain destination to meet our goals. On board, we will be boarding with strangers, each with a different destination. But after some time, everyone will settle down, and eventually make friends. Overtime, the bonds become stronger and stronger, until a certain extent we call each other brothers and sisters.

When the train reaches a station, friends will be saying good bye. People with a different goal and dreams will be leaving, stepping down from the train. Tears will be shed and goodbyes will be hard. At the same time, new people will be boarding the train. We make friends, and bonds will be formed.

Life is just like a cycle. People come and go. Appreciate them, before you can't. Love them before it's too late. And also, live like today is your last day.

:D

At first I was like ' RON RON RON !! ', a little confused. Then at the end :o ohhhhhhh.