JC Life.

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JC, 2 years
2 years to make friends

2 years to gain enemies

2 years to screw Biology

2 years to experience social hierarchy

2 years to finally grow up

2 years to laugh it all out

2 years to waste away

2 years to taste the days

2 years of constant tutorials rush

2 years of getting love drunk

2 years of gossiping

2 years of lectures-skipping

2 years of 'He likes her, she likes him'

2 years PE lessons

2 years of defying teachers

2 years of lectures torture
2 years of Co-Curricular Activities

2 years of photo-taking

2 years of sleeping in class

2 years of laughs

2 years to make it

2 years to break it

2 years to shake it

2 years to take it

2 years to lose or win it all.

Actually, I kind of love AJ.

Please, please, please, let me get what I want this time.

i really wanna go to the boys like girls concert.
i really really wanna go to the boys like girls concert.
i really really really wanna go to the boys like girls concert.
i really really really really wanna go to the boys like girls concert.
i really really really really really wanna go to the boys like girls concert.

martin's cute.
paul's really good looking.
bryan's charming.
john's cool.
such an awesome combination.

BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS.
BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS.
BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS.

look!

BOYS LIKE GIRLS, from left to right : Bryan, Paul, John, Martin. RAWR!

Fever!

It gives me the creeps when I hear Adam Lambert sing 'There he goes, my baby, walk so slow,' in his song Fever.

I'm not homophobic. I just need a bit of getting used to.

'A person can get used to anything, if given enough time.'

- The Notebook, by Nicholas Sparks

And I really like Lambert's music.

And Fever is a nice song!

Stereotypes at Seventeen

'Here's the plan. I'll get the keys from my mom. I'll pick you up at seven. Then we can go to a nice movie, and have some hot dogs while watching the movie. If it gets boring, we can make out a little, while ignoring glances from the person next to us. Then once the credits start playing, we can rush to the exit, and drive at breakneck speed to the Hangman's, bribe the bouncer, and sneak in. Get some shots and watch drunk men negotiating with prostitutes, and we can make up stories of them. So, what'd you say? I'll meet you at 7?' - the Prep

'I'll be playing against the Grants today. You can cheer your lungs out for our team. It's the cheering that makes us the champions. Wave your pom pom at me, and when I do a 50 yards throw, then you'll know it's for you. Then after the game, we can go to the party at Jake's. Once the party gets too noisy, we'll go to your house, then we can pop some popcorn, and get a few cans of soda and watch A Walk To Remember, your favorite. You can cry on my shoulder as you watch Landon proposing to Jamie. And I'll put my arm around your shoulders. Then you'll tell me that, you wish someone would love you as much. Then I'll tell you, I'm trying. You will fall asleep on my shoulder. And I'll wait till it's time for you to get up, and not move an inch, afraid that you might wake up. My pissed off parents will probably give me about 20 missed calls. But I'm not gonna care.' - the Jock

'I'll drop by your house at 6, once the band meeting's over. Then we can go through the algebra notes that Mr. Johnson gave out today, and think of solutions to the questions that are too challenging to be attempted. After algebra, we can do a bit of Biology, and learn all those complicated cell stuff that Ms. Lori went through today. If we get too bored with all that studying, we can research on colleges and the scholarships they offer. Though we are still sophomore, you always say 'Think ahead,' right? Then your mom will come to check that we are not naked at about 8, while giving out our dinner trays. We can talk about how best to craft our valedictorian speech, if either of us become one, over dinner. After eating, we can memorize more words for the SATs. After all that studying, you can kiss me lightly on the cheek, and tell me that you have to go pick up your new glasses tomorrow. I think this is a perfect idea!' - the Nerd

'Hey, the County Fair's tomorrow. So, I was just thinking, maybe you might wanna go with me? They have all sorts of attractions. I know what you're gonna say - County Fairs are so 7-years-old. But come on, give it a chance. I mean, it's been 10 years since you went to a County Fair. We can go up the Ferris Wheel. The carousels. Throw darts. Buy cotton candies. Watch all sorts of performance. Come on, let's be kids for a night. Not like it's going to hurt. I just need to get away, with all this graduation and college stress pressuring me. Let's be 7-years-olds for just one night, shall we? Then as the fireworks light up the sky, we can make out. I promise I'll get you home by 11.' - the Lonely Boy

'Hey, shorty, what's up? Wanna have a ride in my new car? Let me tell you, I can make you feel like a star. Party at Shaggy's tonight. And we can dance all night. Let's get drunk, and get some drugs. Let's be seventeen, and act indifferent. Just for one night, give me a chance. Come on, baby, I've got your back.' - the Gangsta

'Bloody Baby's concert is on tonight. How about it? They have a dress up party too. So we can finally wear our matching Victorian era outfits. Remember, the black eyeliner babe. It's the most important thing. We can just add more and more black. Oh yeah and the powder. I got too tanned that day at the stupid beach party. I need some make up to be my fair self again. And remember to put on your blood red lipstick. Oh yeah, don't forget The Cure t-shirts that we both bought on ebay, so that we can change out after the concert. We wouldn't wanna expose our beautiful costumes too much, do we? So, I'll pick you up at 7?' - the Goth

'Hey, babe, meet me at 5 at the school parking lot. I've already bought the new bike, and I just wanna show you, before I go, you know. I wanna end this shit. This shit of the world. This shit of living in this meaningless, pathetic life. Just end it with one CRASH. That's it, you know. But don't follow me babe. Though it may sound impossible, live on. You look great in those pink Converse sneakers that you bought with me the other time. You are beautiful. I love you forever.' - the Emo

*I seriously don't think my descriptions of these few high school stereotypes are accurate. I don't go to high school. I go to a highly normal, and too much grades-minded Singaporean Junior College. This is just what I gather from the movies, songs, internet and stuff. Anyhow, who cares, I'm just putting this crap for fun.

'We were seventeen and invincible, had the world figure out, with a girl on my shoulder, told me everything's gonna be alright. When is everything gonna be alright?

Maybe we were in high school, but you never see the ending when you're young in love pretending, singing everything's gonna be alright. Everything was gonna be alright.'

- She's Got A Boyfriend Now, by Boys Like Girls

'Let's not ask why, it's not right, you won't be seventeen forever, we can get away with this tonight.'

- Seventeen Forever, by Metro Station

The Black Parade

The Black Parade

Welcome To The Black Parade

Cancer

The Black Parade Falls

The Black Parade Dies

Bio killed me, and I ended up doing this during that epic-long lecture. I thought it was awesome. Now, it looks crappy and shitty. MCR makes ppl gloomy and think of death as a friend, and see vampires and blood and black and black.

Be Proud of Me, Dad

Hey Dad,

I’m sorry you got a call today, and it tore you to pieces. Really, I can’t help but be who I am, and I am proud of it. At least you now don’t have to worry about me making girls pregnant. That call from this afternoon is just a beginning, and there are many more coming, and I’m sure you can deal with them. I wanna come clean with you, but I don’t know how to say it out loud. I don’t know how to tell you that you will never see your son in a tuxedo, looking proud and standing in front of a pulpit. I know how much it will hurt you that you will never have a grandchild of your own. But, Dad, I’ve never really requested anything from you, have I? So let me just ask you for one thing Dad, one thing – be proud of me. I beg you to be. Regardless of what I am. What my hormones respond to. Well, at least, I am still Brick J. Wood. I still bear your name Dad, you see. I’m still your son. I saw the look on your face on that day when I was making out with Matt. I knew you saw it, but you acted like you didn’t. But I could tell. From the shock, from the repelled, disgusted look on your face. I know Dad, when you and Mom decided to have a kid, you never saw this coming. And you probably don’t know how to deal with it. You have never prepared for this. But that’s okay, Dad. Let me deal with it on my own. But since we are father-and-son, you will still get those taunts and calls from those stuck-up kids at school. And you know you will get more of it in the coming years, but, Dad, like what I told you, be proud of me. And face the crowd, and please Dad, don’t be ashamed of me. I know what you are thinking Dad, you’ve told me about it. At least, I’ve heard you discussing about it with your friend Jack. About that guy called Sean, who you used to make fun of. No, it wasn’t only you. It was your whole high school, including you. And how he died, just in this town, where every one of the inhabitants have at least once called him a ‘fag,’ and how he died, in his lover’s arms. You were laughing about it. But since this is going to happen, or already happening to your son anyway, please don’t laugh Dad, don’t join in the crowd. Just keep the cool, like you always told me to. And be proud of me, Dad. And those taunts will not last Dad. They won’t. You know we can still go fishing. I won’t scare the fish away, I’m not diseased. Society just chose to label me, because I’m different. We can still go to the County Fair, and I can watch you shooting the darts right at the Bull’s Eye. It’s not like I’m going to infect every one with my ‘difference.’ I am still a human being, with an altered sexual orientation. We can still do all the things that we used to do – staying up late to watch the Yankees against the Sox, arguing over who gets to blast the stereo, criticizing each other’s Christmas presents for the fun of it, hiding our tears while watching the last episode of M*A*S*H for the hundredth time, or just searching for holidays destination though we never really have enough funds to go, what with my college fund. We can still do all those things. The path that I have chosen is not going to alter much Dad. We can still be “little Brick and the Rock.” Though honestly, I think you are stronger than the Rock himself. I mean mentally of course. I’ve seen you dealing with Mom’s death, though I was only five back then. I know you are really strong, I know you can deal with this too. Dad, seriously, nothing’s gonna change, maybe except the fact that I’m not going to bring girls for dinner. Nothing’s really going to change. I just hope you stay strong. I wish you had someone for you to deal this together with. But you don’t. Stay strong Dad. The bastard who called you this afternoon to say “Your son is a fag,” is a coward. He doesn’t have the fucking guts to tell it straight to your face. But I do, Dad. If you thought you haven’t taught me anything, you have Dad. That is to be proud of who you are. And Dad, I am proud of who I am. And I can tell that to the world that I am a fag, a homo, gay. That I, Brick J. Wood, am a fag and not ashamed of it at all.

Love,
Brick



*Kurt from Glee inspired me to write this. Awesome Kurt.

Infinite

As human beings with no supernatural power whatsoever, we can't transcend time. But sometimes I feel like I can. Like those moments when they are infinite. The moment stretches and it feels it will never end.

Spending time with Shali after ditching some Arts program event was infinite too. It felt too good to pass. Just talking to her. And the acoustic music playing in the background at the restaurant we were eating. The moment stretched, and it felt like it would never end. Infinite.

Like when it started to rain very heavily as we were walking to NYP that day. Then Jolly and I just ran and ran to the shelter in the rain. It was a blissful 30 seconds or so run. But it felt infinite. We were just running like kids to the shelter. And when we stopped, we were speechless, and we just looked at each other laughed and laughed. That moment of running insanity felt great. Infinite.

And that day, daddy and I were listening to 1950s' country music on the radio, and daddy was singing along to this song called Bimbo. And as the radio played on, daddy went on with his little karaoke, and it felt infinite too. The music playing on, daddy singing. One of those few times when we actually find each others' favorite songs pleasant. The moment felt infinite. It lasted for a good ol' twenty minutes, but it was awesome.

Then after one of the hockey practices, cass chee and i ate at subway. And we talked on and on as we slowly ate our food, and felt our muscles relaxing after a long session of running and hitting balls. It was really good too, like the moment was too good to pass. It felt infinite. I felt infinite. We both felt infinite. It was a perfect day.

Sitting with Razzy at AMK park, when nobody was there, and daring each other to shout out profanities. Running, and running, with blood-pumping Linkin Park music playing. Writing essays, and talking to michelle. Those moments are really infinite.


And I thank all the people in my life for all those moments together :)