Say Hi to Our New Writer

For a long time, I've said that I wanted Suburban KID to expand.

I didn't want to have only one person writing the articles; I felt it would be more enjoyable for Suburban KID to be a collaborative work - our mission statement, after all, is to showcase how teens can do quality writing, and writing that isn't limited to youngsters for reading.

This is the first step, and I am pleased to welcome Matthew Chiam to Suburban KID.

May 6: Aftermath

I admit, initially I was disappointed too.

I was disappointed that we didn't manage to make that leap of faith, into the unknown and a probably drastically different future. It was such a chance to change things for the better.

Now, the People's Alliance/Pakatan Rakyat not only failed to take government, they lost a state too, and did not manage to retake Perak which they did win last election (although complicated matters followed...). A bad, bad day for the opposition and its supporters, then?

No. Not really.

May 5: Approaching the Crossroads of a Nation

My name is Terence Wang, a 17 year old Malaysian.

Usually, I refuse to write political posts on this site, primarily because I wanted to avoid being affiliated with any organisation or ideology. However, recent trends mean that, for once, I must break my own rules.

Tomorrow, 13.3 million voters will set out to decide the outcome on what is arguably the most contested general election Malaysia has ever had. For the first time ever, polls and surveys conducted by various institutions have decided that the race is "too close to call". In other words, these voters will be ultimately deciding the fate of what Malaysia is to become in the near and distant future.

As the heat rises by the hour, I'm taking a look back at my own journey these past few years, growing up alongside the great journey that the nation has walked over the decade, leading up to where we are today.

Leaving, Again

Today, technically speaking, was my last day at English Drama. It may also be my last day being a part of practising drama as a skill, or art.

(Now, saying that I probably won't practise drama in the future has nothing to do with the aesthetic itself; it's just a matter of my personal choices and priorities.)

REVIEW: A Dream PC

Me: “It’s here.”

Terence: “I want to congratulate you but all I can think of is ‘screw you’.”

Grace: “Yay! Pictures!”

Matt: “Photos please and do review it!”

As mentioned in the title, this will be a review of a custom PC currently taking up much of the desk in my  computer room. I received this computer as a birthday present from my dad and to a lesser extent, Terence, for he advised me A LOT on the specs of this rig. So let’s start with that.

Sleep

There's a dark shadow,
Just below my bed.
Is it not visible?
Can't you see it?

They say sleep cures all;
Your stresses, your fears, your sorrow.
Close your eyes, little child.
Be it midnight or in the middle of the day,
Let sleep take your troubles away.

Cry

Let me tell you a secret:
A secret that is neither open, nor closed,
A secret that everyone should know.

Sometimes,
When things blow up,
When shit happens,
When emotional stakes are too high for any guy to take.
I just want to sit in that corner,
Lie in that bed,
And cry.

Yet Another Pyrrhic Victory: The Making and Aftermath of "The Wasteland - Analogue Style"

I am a master - no, the master - of doing things last minute.

Take the English presentation about reviewing the literary devices used in short stories today as an example. I and Jianqing literally (and I do mean literally) finished editing our script and video within the last few minutes. And that's counting the increased time given to us for not being able to finish earlier.

That aside, what happened next was... interesting.