Popularity. A word which every guy and girl would want the status. But, does it worth more than your friendship ? I don't know why everyone loves being a jock in the school, although they syok by trying hard to be one. Everyone wants attention. You, him, her, she, he, and even me. But, being popular is another case.

The prize-giving ceremony was last Saturday. And as usual, school is always the unfair one. I drag myself to wake up early in the morning, where those that's not participating can just sleep with the sun shone on their ass. Finally, everyone gets the holiday ! Yes, such a crap.

All the while, I was expecting some cash coming into my pocket to fund my all-time wanted keyboard. But, disappointment strikes. It's just a bloody RM5O ! Which don't make sense at all, I'm going to get RM5O the next day instead. I proudly walk up on the stage, receiving my certificate and the cash envelope with a wide Colgate trademark smile. But my smile turned to frown after I found out the RM5O which see through the envelope by the sunlight. Anyhow, anyway, I would like to thank :

I was humming this song all the time for 2 days.
mygawd. I'm totally addicted to this song.
yeah. I feel that it's the right song for the Battle of The Bands during Talentime.
yes. we're facing a lot of high confidence people around.
but, I'm not giving up.
music is not all about confidence.
it's about you and the music.
I'm still stucky in the chorus part of the song.
Wrong keys..
yes, Alyssa, I need you.

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I don't know why certain people just love to go against you.
with all their dramas in front of everyone.
I just feel that they're just something useless.
or maybe not even a thing.
and they ended up.
being so kind and good with you.
just because they want something from you.
yes, manusia are macam ini.

self-learning guitar is better.
but skill-ess.
and yes. this theory had been proven.
someone mistaken hammer-on as slide.

------------------------------------------------Mr. Harjeet, my guitar teacher called me to change my guitar strings.
and he meant all the strings.
just because the strings are so cool.
that they turned to bronze.
for the colour, not bronze.
berkarat laar duhh.

The following words I'm typing, it's not about me. It's about this little boy, from 3 Cekal. This little boy, I didn't ask what is his name, but teachers claimed him and Luqman or Lukman whatever it spells. This boy touched my heart instantly.

That morning, I helped him to bring his bag up to the 3rd floor. The way I see his intention in coming to school, I was touched. He climbed the staircase, step by step, although he had difficulties in walking. He needs the stairs rail to go up the stairs. Without it, he'll fall.

This incident reminds me of something. Since standard 1 till now, I'd been complaining about everything in the school, especially the location of my class, the third floor. However, this guy with his difficulties, he could go through everything. The time we reached his class, he could smile and said, "Thank you" while taking out his Science book and read. He's alone in the class every morning. I asked him, " Don't you feel bored if you're in the class alone ? " He said, " It doesn't matter, my friends will come up later." He's polite, hardworking and have a high will to study.

But, how many of us, individuals that are better and normal than him;
think like what he think ?

He's a mature form 3 guy, which I think none of the form 3 will have this kind of thinking. His intention to change his life, his intention to make his difficulties into an advantage, none of us, including me, is this strong to overcome this kind of situation. He even have the difficulties to carry the chair down from the table, he can't even go up the stairs without stair rails, he can't even carry his bag up to his class, and he can't even talk a bit louder.

But why do we,
individuals that can carry the chair down from the table,
individuals that can go up the stairs blindfolded,
individuals that can carry 5kg weight up to the class
individuals that can shout till the whole school can hear us,
don't appreciate what God had gave us all the time ?

I should thank the teacher, for giving me his bag. It's really an eye-opener on everyone around us. It's not just me and my friends. But to everyone around me.