SulaimanScreamer

You have to have a dream or you go nowhere.

2008-01-16T18:19:00.000-08:00

Ragged, old chair, worn out clothes and torn up mattresses from which I got from the dump. I had been living in this small space for close to three years and I was becoming really sick of it. Every morning, I would just repeat the same routine. I would drag myself to a nearby coffee stall and watch the way others enjoy their breakfast. If I was lucky enough, they would leave some leftover consisting of a half empty cup of coffee and a piece of bitten kaya toast. Then, I could enjoy my breakfast like them but most of the time, the tauke would chase me away, saying that I would chase his customers away because I smelled bad.

I had no education, no job, no food supply and my family left me because they thought I was really hopeless. I slacked too much during my shool days. My classmates used to tease me of being a loser. Now, I depended on my neighbour to fend for me with food but most of the time, I would visit many different food stalls such as kopitiam. At home, I would lie on the cold, hard floor and stare blankly at the ceiling. Then, I thought of something that may improve my life. A way that I had seen other people do.

I would collect empty aluminium cans and sell them off to the recycling plant. I was hoping to earn a few red notes so that I can treat myself to a nice meal. I brought along a few plastic bags I found hidden in a cornet of my messy house. I visited a few food centres and rummaged through rubbish bins just to find a few aluminium cans. It was really tiring and pianful. Blisters appeared on my feet. Some of them 'popped'.

I staggered home as if I sprained my ankle. I spent the whole day looking for cans just to obtain one red plastic bag half full. I laid on the mattresses and rested my feet. The next morning, I decided to pay a visit to the recycling with all my aluminium cans. I managed to get a few more cans on the way there and now, my plastic bag is a third empty. After thirty minutes, I reached at the recycling plant.

I traded my cans for cash. I was really disappointed. I wanted to punch the recycling apek in this face really hard. I was expecting a few ten dollar notes when he took out his wallet which contain lots of cash but he just handed me one two dollar note, six ten cents coins and one five cents coin. I stomped off with the money in my clenched fist.

When he was out of sight, I began dragging myself home. Entered the lift, pressed '12' and wtahced the lift door close. I looked down, feeling very hopeless. I thought about how i regreted not trying my best in my studies. The 12 storey travel time had proven to help me alot. I began to realise more about life. Life does not come to find me, I have to create my own life.
As the door opened, I shuffled to my door. I saw a flyer stucked onto my door gate. It was promoting some kind of seminar for self-improvement. Apart from the promotion, a phrase caught my eyes,"you have to have a dream or you go nowhere". The phrase was the only thing that I needed on that day. A rough guide to a life changing experience.

Now, I have a dream. A dream that surely nobody wants to deny wanting. Control. Who could possibly want to be controlled? Everyone wants to be in control, not be controlled. Control is my dream. Control is the ultimate dream. It has many factors - wealth, respect and order. With wealth, i could buy anything I want. with respect, people will listen to me and with order, people would follow my order and rules. I was going to see my dream come to life no matter what I need to do. I had been poor and ignored for too long. It was time for people to listen and respect me.

Draft: You Have To Have A Dream Or You Go Nowhere

2008-01-16T17:22:00.001-08:00

Ragged, old chair, worn out clothes and torn up mattresses from which I got from the dump. I had been living in this small space for close to three years and I was becoming really sick of it. Every morning, I would just repeat the same routine. I would drag myself to a nearby coffee stall and watch the way others enjoy their breakfast. If I was lucky enough, they would leave some leftover consisting of a half empty cup of coffee and a piece of bitten kaya toast. Then, I could enjoy my breakfast like them but most of the time, the tauke would chase me away, saying that I would chase his customers away because I smelled bad.

I had no education, no job, no food supply and my family left me because they thought I was really hopeless. I slacked too much during my shool days. My classmates used to tease me of being a loser. Now, I depended on my neighbour to fend for me with food but most of the time, I would visit many different food stalls such as kopitiam. At home, I would lie on the cold, hard floor and stare blankly at the ceiling. Then, I thought of something that may improve my life. A way that I had seen other people do.

I staggered home as if I sprained my ankle. I spent the whole day looking for cans just to obtain one red plastic bag half full. I laid on the mattresses and rested my feet. The next morning, I decided to pay a visit to the recycling with all my aluminium cans. I managed to get a few more cans on the way there and now, my plastic bag is a third empty. After thirty minutes, I reached at the recycling plant.

I traded my cans for cash. I was really disappointed. I wanted to punch the recycling apek in this face really hard. I was expecting a few ten dollar notes when he took out his wallet which contain lots of cash but he just handed me one two dollar note, six ten cents coins and one five cents coin. I stomped off with the money in my clenched fist.

When he was out of sight, I began dragging myself home. Entered the lift, pressed '12' and wtahced the lift door close. I looked down, feeling very hopeless. I thought about how i regreted not trying my best in my studies. The 12 storey travel time had proven to help me alot. I began to realise more about life. Life does not come to find me, I have to create my own life.

As the door opened, I shuffled to my door. I saw a flyer stucked onto my door gate. It was promoting some kind of seminar for self-improvement. Apart from the promotion, a phrase caught my eyes,"you have to have a dream or you go nowhere". The phrase was the only thing that I needed on that day. A rough guide to a life changing experience.

Now, I have a dream. A dream that surely nobody wants to deny wanting. Control. Who could possibly want to be controlled? Everyone wants to be in control, not be controlled. Control is my dream. Control is the ultimate dream. It has many factors - wealth, respect and order. With wealth, i could buy anything I want. with respect, people will listen to me and with order, people would follow my order and rules. I was going to see my dream come to life no matter what I need to do. I had been poor and ignored for too long. It was time for people to listen and respect me.

Saturday.....First official post

2008-01-12T01:36:00.000-08:00

I was nearly late for band practice today. But i still made it there in time before fall in.
I was not warmed up enough to play and therefore i squeeked alot... what amazed me so much was that Mr. Tan suddenly praised Jay,Mirza and me.... In the first place, can he even hear me when im playing 2nd part?

I'm still going to work hard to help bring back the GWH that should had belonged to US. Since the sec 1s are coming in soon, i have to set a good example and have my techniques correct and show the leadership and discipline value that they should adopt in order to be who they want to be. Whatever the case, VSCB ROX!

Blogging?

2008-01-12T01:14:00.000-08:00

Well, i don't really like to blog... and i've never blogged before...
Means im not used to it.... And i don't have a computer at home...
I'll just try to blog as much as possible.TRY.
My FT asked the whole class to do this and since im a good boy, i'll just do it lor...

Trying me best....