Flashmobs for Cadbury

Hell I am SO tired, I just woke up from a seemingly ten minutes sleep but as actually three hours, yet my body still feels like lead and I cant seem to wake up fully. Exhaustion. Ah, what a day. Out of the three Cadbury flashmobs I have to say this one was the most informal, which is good obviously, hell, I remember the time we did the second flashmob for a wedding anniversary I found out every girl had to wear a princess-like fairytale dress..OMG was totally unprepared..and the dress was so damn freaking long even all the pins I put on it and the stupid aching heels weren’t enough to hold it up, lol.

Gosh one particularly embarrassing part was when I had to do a twirl with my partner and I was like, oh shit.

You know what.

Im going to have to hop, not walk gracefully, if I don't want to trip. And flashmobs never start early. Like never. I remember going there super early in the morning and it didn’t start until 5 plus…oh well, at least we got paid extra for that. ^.^

downside is, I lost my wallet containing ALL my money, my previous savings, adding up to RM300 plus altogether. Yeah yeah. I was an idiot for not putting it in my bag. Lesson learned. Yes. I left it in the toilet while changing. When I remembered and rushed to get it before the flashmob was starting, I had to run in my heels and with the annoying dress dragging along the way, it was not easy to ignore the curious stares of the other shoppers.
A few more perverted ones whistled, but I think my sister got more attention. No one will be looking at me when she’s beside. When I got to the toilet I realised it was gone. Ok fuck. No other choice but to just forget about it and dance.

yeah today flashmob was a wedding proposal, the guy was dressing up as this bear stalking her around Pyramid since she likes bears. whilst he's doing his stalking thing his girlfriend is brought to A Cut Above for free makeup and hairdo..(of course everything is paid by Cadbury.) we then wait for HOURS at the tent entrance and the MC's entertains the crowd up. I just remember trying to stay in one place and looking out for our cue to start to dance and not get pushed over by other ppl.
It was freaking crowded in there,seriously. Plus the long waiting didnt help me sweat less.

The beautiful soon to be bride finally entered and we all started clapping, she looks bedazzling, so she walks up in the red-no purple carpet up to the MC's where they congratulate her and blah blah. So she has no idea whats happening, and we start to dance. yeah and we dont have enough space. =.= did the best i could, but whatever.
finally, hallelujah, done! got our money, we left to eat at Simply Penang, and i could finally go home. i mean, flahmobs are fun.

But i wish people would appreciate dancers more. no matter how good and bad just as long as they are dancing or on stage. Its not easy to get up there, and we have follow all the organizations and wishes of the client. Not to forget waking up super duper early too, and driving to freaking far places including avoid jam, and the long hours of waiting...yeah.

pouring Rain

Looking forward to another day,
The sky lined with a soft crimson and baby blue.
Golden as it seems,
The sky cries out softly to me.
Dulled by a sudden gray,
Rainy and mundane,
I embrace your tears.

The Chaos

I prodded the sleeping bag gently. His only response was a slight grumble and continued snoring.
"Patrick."
The sun burned in my eyes and the dizzy headache i felt from last night resurfaced again. I didnt even bother to fight it, fell back obligingly on my bed. Tired. Could it really only had been yesterday?
The doors burst open and more sunlight streamed in, blinding me and bringing another wave of lightning headaches. I swore. About 10 soldiers covered the bedside, not allowing any escapes. 20 more stood outside,weapons held at ready. I tensed, my hand immediately sliding down to my belt, gripping nothingness. Surprised, I looked down. My gun was not there.
Agent Agadd entered the room silently, dressed in full battle gear. Two men in dignified suits were at his side, one holding a white briefcase and the other black. I recognized them as his lawyers. He stepped forward, cocking my gun. "We had to disable your weapons as neccessary precaution."
I felt my old anger returning, the familiar tingling of the scars on my arm. Holding it at bay, I cleared my throat and said, "I thought I hid it pretty good."
"You did," he said. "But we did better."
With that statement, his lawyer opened the black briefcase and its contents spilled out. It was all bluetooth devices, tracking signals, trigger-activated grenades and mini bugs. With a shock, I realized it was all Patrick's. My anger returned full-scale and I couldn't hold it back any longer. My left arm snapped up and immediately 20 gun barrels focused intently on me. I hesitated, my fingers quivering inches from Agadd's throat. He smiled grimly.
"Shoot me," I growled. "I don't care."
The villain just beamed wider. Half the guns suddenly changed their target, resting on Patrick's still sleeping form. My heart skipped a beat. I forced my fingers close one by one and withdrew my hand, clenching it into a fist.
"You didn't have to do this," I said quietly.
Agadd's smile dissapeared. "Oh, I think its was a good thing I did, Miele," he said harshly.

When one flashbacks's

I closed the door and slumped heavily behind it. Cradling my trembling hand, I opened my eyes and stared down at my bloody arm. It was painted red now, I could barely see the cuts and bruises underneath. My mind ran a quick check of the damage. In the train, using the chair to break the glass window therefore suffering minor scratches.
Dragging the fragment of broken glass across my arm to convince Jennifer. Additional damage when I was fighting Jeremy and trying to hold Daniel and Jennifer off.

Now that the life saving adreline had burned away, I was left with nothing but my previous fear. Even my anger was slipping away, leaving me with nothing to hold on. Was I really going to die here? Beads of sweat entered my eyes painfully. I tried to stand up, but with my own weight was too much to handle and a burst of lightning pain headaches shot through me. my resolution crumbled. I was too weak to even call for help.
Peter had overestimated me. There was no way I was going to overcome it. I wouldn’t be able to handle situations like this in the future. Everyone would be disappointed to learn of my death. They believed I was invincible enough, a young girl who went through a death chase by an illegal organisation and withstood her two most closest partner’s deaths. But they were wrong. Even now I hadn’t fully recovered.
Their worlds were not forgotten to me. Out there somewhere, I knew Mark was still leading his rebelling party and Ren was working in one of his tents. The last I heard of Keri, she had become sort of a feared and much sought after bounty hunter with a reward on her head herself. Furuta was still holding his original position, unwavering since the battle of the Chaos. I was unsure about Patrick. Was he still in the orphanage, or had he finally earned a transfer?

Cyphering is fun

tonoght's cypher was definitely the BEST,i always wanted to dance full out and today i came close. haha.we freestyled hiphop first, then house, wow, really took alot of me ma, but it was great, hafta cypher more. from 5 we had training then poppin at 6 and at 7 i went to eat dinner, came back, less than 20 minutes to rest before start running man in class again. running man, i get damn tired quickly whenever im doing it. haih. today somore is back move. similiar to reject and roger rabbit, i keep on getting confused between the two. lol. i think around the 5th round i was already burned out, and hamed somore said he wanted to do ten rounds. crazy. i cannnot survive that long mah. i saw andrea again today at UG!! been so long. omg plz come back fast soon,k, cuz now ug's old people already most gone..TT and i miss my friends too, have to cypher with you guys too, yeah..
O.O battle coming soon!! nov 6th. im more confident than the first battle before, cuz i screwed that one up but now i dont feel nervous. i just like to be free now than do choreo. choreo is still fun la, of course, but its the same thing everytime and freestyling at least you get to do whatever you want. =D
ok. cant wait for battle dy. and i want to join happy feet dance competition!!! dont fail on me now. pls. godddd. TT >.<

Dance..ing...

I love dancing SO MUCH that just one day without it makes me feel empty and useless..not going to ug like for a week feels like i have no purpose. for me, you listen to the music first before you dance, then just sway and groove in beat with the music. the steps come later, when you have developed your groove and feel. But some other people don't see it this way. especially choreographing, they choose songs that stand out alot like those with the heavy beats to make it seem atrractive and cool. they choreo all the dope steps they can think of, stressing heavily on the decoration and not the content.
i honestly don't like following that choreo. they are not on beat, and the atmosphere is usually tense trying to remember the steps and finishing choreograpy. its not fair that dance should be showed in a negative light like this. DANCE DOES NOT MAKE YOU STRESS. unless you call planned choreography dancing.

That is not dancing, especially when you're not on beat and lack rhythm. well yeah. thats what i feel la. and if it had any effect on me, it made me want to dance harder. like, you know, this thing is nothing for me. i can do it. so why shouldnt i dance? yeah. i decided i should. and not the dance choreography, i mean when you are on the floor with your friends and just freestyle in your own world.

Thats why i finally decided to join the HIPHOP battle vol2. i wasnt to planning to originally, since my first battle already sucked like shit, but this time i'll try again. no point waiting like a dumb fool, for things to happen. the problem was, i saw thelist and realized that every single person had already a partner. i was like oh God no. can i just join alone? but it was a lucky streak cuz Damien just came along without a partner as well so we just ended up together.

And I CANNOT BELIEVE HAMED IS JOINING WITH JERRY, UNFAIR, i am so going to poison one of them the day before battle.

I feel so hyped up for dance now. i feel like joining a competition already, but all my ex-dancemates have dissapeared to the ends of the Earth. no idea where are they now, though they occasionally online. i dont even see their noses in Ug anymore. no more Hi Street Crew? T.T i miss you guys!!!
Hurry up and come back UGla..fast fast ok??? so long dy never dance together..T.T
Ok i have to go for rehearsal now. something collegey flashmob thingy. =.= argh, cant wait to go back studio. Wait today cannot, got family wedding.
then tomorow!!!

Happy then Lost

My mind id refreshed it well and clean..traces of darkness still lurk but i'm able to banish them away for now..tomorow is DA day hopefully..i need inspiration..motivation and support..
I have the first two naturally,an unique ability to inspire and motivate myself anytime i want..its truly not hard. But for that, i need support, and sadly to say, i have none at the moment. i live a dull life at home, cuz nobody's willing to listen much or comment. I feel i truly come to life at dance..only at night..the me during the rest of the day is a humourless, walking zombie..
lifeless.

Another way i found to preoocupy my time is reading..don't underestimate the power of books. They can motivate..lie..create new things..teach..and bring you to a new world. The reason i read is because to expand my imagination..since young already this love for reading has been implanted in me and i wanted to be a writer. All my unfinished short stories have been misplaced..but i still remember each and every storyline. The characters are stcuk in my head, because they arll are a part of me. Somehow, they represent me, each of them i wrote based on a unique aspect trait that i possess.

I still write, but i find it difficult these days. Maybe its because im unable to express myself more than usual..when i was younger there were no limits...but now..

How I Feel

I dont give a fuck if you people think how messed up i am..i have my own life and it is way more meaningful and valuable than yours..i actually have SOMETHINGS going in my life unlike you people and your low life pathetic so-called 'friends', they may be now but they'll fade away soon.. trust me, i know. You guys have so much fun together but that is in your own,small world, you dont have a taste of the real and painful world outside there but when you do, you'll suffer for sure. All of you will struggle endlessly desperately trying to find something to cling on to..but theres no one there..cuz they're also busy with themselves,their own problems now...

You guys use each other and call them 'friends' because you want your own security from them.. because besides them you have nothing else..no one..it may seem fun, hanging out at Mc'd in the wee hours of the morning, sleeping over, spending the entire day at Sunway mooning over designer bags..

but its all an illusion.

The only real connection you guys had with each other was these fun, materialistic worldy things. You may describe yourself as fun, sociable, caring, and open, but ive yet to see it from you. How you treat people like they're below you just cuz they're sidelined..pushed aside and ignored..do you know why i dont bother with you people? why i act like you guys are just a waste of my time?

Because you ARE. I have better friends, better people to mingle around with, and better ways to spend my time. I know what you are. I know what you will turn out to be in the future. and the future is definitely not a place that i would want it with you.
If i could say this in your face now, i would.
THIS IS NOT MY FAULT.
I tried to talk to you. I did. I gave up my own pride and PRETENDED to act happy, pretended to be interested in all the things you were bragging about...but it was nothing.

i hate it. I hate seeing you making a big drama out of everyday things and tagging each other on facebook.. i cant stand it. i DONT WANT to mix you guys, ive tried it once before and nothing turned out well. All ive accomplished so far is this worthless mix, i believe that being with you isnt going to get me anywhere in life. You and i come from different worlds.
Again, i tried. dont say this is my fault.

I dread seeing you again.

Awed and Inspired

Yes, today was an inspiring day. I realized i still have so much to learn..and that i shouldnt go around with my head so held up in the air that i dont notice where im going and fall down...bt instead..those less experienced, as long as they watch their step, theycan definitely avoid the trap and go ahead further than me...

Dance is something so beautiful, yes an art. Its true that i dont understand much about it, but from just watching, something works deep down in me and i strive to do better.
Why do i dance? its a mystery even to me, though i try to have an answer if people do question me. bt my time has not come. not yet.

Just few hours ago, i read this person's blog and it just spoke to me, louder and clearer than it was a year ago. i understand his target and path better now. i not only read one, not two,but SEVERAL, and thats what made me realize that there are still many journeys in dance.
Of course i want to reach there. they look like normal people, bt actually they'veall gone through a processwhere they had to fight for it and left a hole..not a hole but a bruise..a scratch in pride.. but ever determined to move forward.

Nowadays we have it so easy. Ill agree with this for sure. Dance studios are everywhere, ipoh, subang, seremban, sunway, EVERYWHERE. Its so easy to just sign up for a class and start attending just because the moves look cool and you can imagine yourself dancing in the club like that and strutting your moves. But when they start, they have no idea of what they really need to learn before going into the deep...and thats when they start to question themselves...
me, i joined because i was interested. i dont remeber much, honestly, but i didnt understand the concept and it felt like i was going BECAUSE I HAD TOO..my mom paid for it and it was an healthy activity...
i was just following,not reaizing, dancing blindly...not understand it.yo have to understand dance and the music.

sometimes in class, i still feel its hard to follow, and their are times where i believe that ive lost my feel. its kinda fru8strating sometimes cuz what i do is not enough..i hardly freestyle at home cuz mostly im just practicing the moves..not applying it to my dance.
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now i am still searching, because admittedly it is not easy dancing and attending college at the same time...theres assignments to think of, training to attend, and full scale devotion. i dont want to giveit up, but then from the lack of time and overload of assignments im getting, sometimes you just have to make a sacrifice. i learnt that from a friend whos going through the samething too...she dosent want to quit but then its harder if you go during a time when you have no time..because i dont want to end up hating something ive already come so far in and just give it all away...
Ive saved all those pages of the blogs i read..haha i know it seems foolish bt the right thing... now, its back to reality.

I have human comm class in two minutes..dunno what is she going to teach but best not to miss it.. i have final exams soon and i still wanna go dance..still wanna continue..i pray to God that he will show me the right way..the rightppl and in UG..i will always know whats best for me....



ITS TIME.

dance comp emotions

I HAVE TO STOP DOUBTING MYSELF.
as you might not know, me and my frens are taking part in a dance competition called lights on dance showdown organized my college, INTI.
er honestly i think our routine is lacking in a lot of stuff, and i dont know what to think. some people say its nice. some say we lack of energy. others say the moves are cool. i really dont know what to think but my brain is overflowing with all kinds of thoughts and daydreams, if we make it through the audition or if we screw up and forget moves or if we arrive late and find that the entire event has been canceled.

okay, im hyperventilating, but i know where we stand. i know that we arent balanced. and honestly, the choreo dosent fit in with the song much, but its kinda too late to change it. no synchronization,balance. and all of them have yet to pay me the register fees.
=) lovely people.
i have no idea how many other crews are joining, and the thought of it makes my stomach churn. damn im even finding it hard to blog about this at the moment.

so here's the truth. everyone is like coming up to me and saying, oh you're joining this dance comp!! you must be good!! good luck for the auditions!!!
and its leaves me feeling confused and slightly guilty cuz their like encouraging me, while all i can do is complain and worry over how we'll do.it'd be better if ppl didnt know about this at all, and i dont have to worry about their expectations and feel false hope.
and its not fair to me cuz, i dont feel good enough yet. and there are dozen better, experienced crews out there that can do alot hell better, so what was i thinking??!!

well i was actually thinking, i dont think ill even get in through the audition, but i'd hate it if i just let an oppurtunity like this pass wasted by. so i did the rash thing. went to urban groove and started asking people around. well, ithought it was going to be okay. and for a while, it did.

but then i realized our routine didnt have enough hiphop in it. i wanted to change the entire thing, but the others refused. cant blame them, with the time limit, but i hate to practice something that isnt perfect. and most of the time, the others arent serious and are just playing around. i dont know what it is with them, if i dont call them and ask to come for practice and start warmming up, trust me, they'll never get started.
i dont mind a little humour and jokes during but too much ticks me off. i want it to be perfect. and the most annoying and dissapointing thing is, it isnt. if our routine is going to be so messy and lifeless, i feel it would be better if i didnt join at all in the first place. i dont want to kick anybody out. but then if you felt that one person was dragging all the others down, what would you do?
how can i help someone if that someone doesnt want to help herself?
jeez, i really need to write this all out. to those that think im over expressive or dramatic, whatever. i do this to keep me sane.
GOD I JUST PRAY TO YOU, PLEASE PLEASE WHATEVER HAPPENS LET ME DO MY BEST.
ihope all of us will give everything they've got and take practice seriously. i wnt us to be perfect. i dont care whther we get in the audition or not. i just want us to do and look our best.

truly, this is from my heart. right now it is what i really want.

FROM THE HEART

from the heart,
not to a person but to self.
entering the wilted shadows,
an empty heart.
burnt willpower,
less than strong i was before.
how long may i long
waiting for night to come?
early beginnings
late endings
i wish i was second.
dance my soul out,
still not enough for me to rip out all
black and white
frowns and crosses.

if the stories were real,
i wouldnt need to listen to you.
i'd find my own solace.
id find myself..,
this energy, inspiration
more would come.
hopefully,
one last time,
you'd let me enjoy this world by myself.

DARK MEMORIES

In Form 3, My diary is mostly touched on the disgusting topic of idiosome BOYS-not all are, but the ones i knew during my pubertyhood definitely were. Whilst flipping through the wrinkled pages, i shuddered at my own mushi-ness and it was all i could do not to throw the entire piece of crap out of the window.
But the undeniable enjoyment i felt whilst stalking these better unnamed boys is what that forced me to let it stay. Jeeez.

After all, memories are memories, better cherished than thrown away and forgotten. Like they say, treasure those happy memories, but throw away the ones that are harmful and painful.

Are these memories HAPPY???!!?

As far as i can remember, they they consisted of hysterical laughter and nonstop mischeif, sometimes including embarassment and - depression.
As i delve deeper, that naive happiness turns intosomething darker, making me into the evil thing i am today.
A crush firstly develops from complete strangers to facebook friends, and once you've gotten the courage to talk to him, you slowly upgrade your level to good friends. After that you either have to 'continue with it', or 'stop it'.
For those reading, not only am i talking about one, but all that has permanently affected and destroyed my not-so-pleasent life.

Yes, ALL.

Right now, my mind flasbacks to the time when me and my crush first had lone time together. I remeber it all with ashtonishly accurate detail- my tensed muscles, anticipation, him getting stiffly in the car, nervously aviding my eyes, and how far apart we were seated.
Once or twice i glanced out of the window, wishing that the moon was brighter and that there were more stars.

I remeber all this shit.

Until now i cannot flashbck to this memory without a faint crease between my eyebrows. Over time, wounds heal. But the scars stay there.
We chatted about some stuff at church, school-things so boring and drabby i feel is barely worth mentioning in this blog. I did most of the talking, as he seemed rather withdrawn that day. I remember racking my brains for some funny bone-tickle joke or an interesting topic he'd want to participate in. I also remember comngup with nothing at all.

After some time he picked up his phone and started calling someone i knew. It started with affectionate greetings and harmless insults, but after that i could feel he was trying to talk about something deeper. Something meaningful.
I guess he'd finally decided to tell me he didnt like me- the night had been long enough. He didnt say it directly, but sent it in a hinted message (the way all cowards do.)
Well yeah, i got it, but the reality of the message didnt seem to sink in then. The rest of our ride passed in awkwardness and tense silence.

After he got off, i could tell from the tilt of his head that he was going to look back. I didnt want him to see me, so i slid out of my seat and out of his view. When we were far enough from his house, i resumed my seat and struggled to piece back my heart somewhat.
Well i failed miserably and couldnt help but let those damn tears fall.
The Me i know now would have never lost control of her emotions like that in such a bland situation. I swear now that it'll never happen again.
It was just a goddamn freaking phone call. Why did i have to get so emotionally troubled over it for?

Me, at that not-so-young age did not know what 'couple' meant in a relationship dictionary- i only knew it in sentences like 'a couple of times' or 'a couple of tweezers.'
Of course, i also know that some youngsters are already searching for their soulmates even before high school.

SERIOUSLY, THAT FAST????!!

Even my fat and ugleh sister has already coupled five or six times or so i think. Plus the new one she has, thats already seven, and i dont even know his name. I know there's a lot of good things about boyfriends. They are sweet, charming, entertaining and produce roses for you out of thin air.
But what if they're not? Coupling at 12 years old is a little too young, do you not think? Boys have still a long way to mature, and some girls, seriously stupid and unable to think straight, lavish all their love and energy on that one boy, leaving little for their friends and family members.
It would be a violation of privacy to name my sister's exes, but im gonna do it anyway. Take this Teck goon for example. He smoked, his grades were downslide and he wasnt famous in school for his goody-goody reputation. Yet why'd she couple with him for?

Like i said, plain stupidity.

Most people i know go i an complete silence mode once they've had boyfriends.
Why is that? Daydreaming too much? Worrying about your lovely love problems? Or is he so the center of your life now that your couldnt be bothered with anything, or anyone else?

That was how things went for a while. Several times i fumed, 'If she's not going to get over her bitchiness and this idiot, im disowning her.' He even wasted her phone credit.
Everytime she announces, 'We've broken up,' i jump for joy, only to be shaterred in the next few days after finding out there's a replacement.
This time, he proposed to her on Valentine's day, so im betting they'll be gone on the next V.Day.
As an older sister, i must press that im not being judgemental and cruel, just helping you avoid all the emotinal tremors and rollar coasters i went through when i was your age.

CONCENTRATE ON STUDIES, PPL!!

Yeah.

Right now life has no meaning. What am i supposed to do?

Besides going to church, going dancing every night, and blogging, my life is still lacking in many areas.

I wish i was born in the 90-s, where music was really beautiful.

Im listening to the Scorpions right now, and they produce such beautiful music that i can relate from my heart.

Wind of change~

Send me an angel~

Still loving you~

Holiday~



NOW this is what music is all about. So harmonius and syncronized...i could listen to this forever.

Pity rock music nowadays are hard core metal with mindless screaming and wasted performances with the singers destroying their own guitars.

Now the 90's virus is infecting me. I love ABBA AND SCORPIONS!!



This was not how i imagined my life to be after SPM. For the first time, im actually wishing i studied harder in my exam days. Then i could have started college earlier and find a few more interesting things to do, mix with new people and find a new purpose.

Im sick of my house, listening to my mom's complaints, my sister ignore me, my dad coming back tired and stressed every night. No refreshments, no new things.
GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WORK ON!!!!!!!

IRIS

And now, it is time for my addictions to take the stage.
Lee Byung Hun and TOP from BigBang.
If there's a drama thats so breathtaking and has a complicated plot lined with conflicted characters and tragic emotions, its none than IRIS.


I wish i can freely watch more korean drama as i want and review them. Its decided, i need a laptop. I cant wait forever for my sister to stop hogging the computer.

The main character, Kim hyun joon is an assasin in training with his best friend Sawoo, whom he has sworn brotherhood with. One day, while undergoing training, they are taken by some mysterious men and seperated.
Hyun joon is taken in a room where he is injected with drugs and restrained.
Furious, he kills the doctor and manages to escape, lookimg for Sawoo.
They are stopped by guards but Hyunjoon just takes them out with a few blows.
WOW! this guy's acting..did i say how real it was? The way he moved, threw punches, his anger and the battlelight in his eyes...whew.


Sheenee, how can you say its boring? The first episode maybe, but then dont all good dramas start that way?
But after episode 2, there was no looking back. Full of suspense and mystery.
Hyunjoon was ordered to kill the prime minister if north korea, Yonn sung chul without being given a reason. In order to prove his loyalty, Hyunjoon did as ordered even though he was in a dangerous situation.
He got hurt after completing his mission and asked for backup.
However, Baeksan, his boss, said that he was on his own. Not only that, but he sent Sawoo, Hyunjoon's best friend from their training days, to eliminate him.


He had been abandoned by his own company. Even his best friend turned against him. Seeking revenge, he risked his life to go back to his apartment to see Seunghee, his team leader and lover, whom he deeply missed.
They planned an escape together but everything went wrong when the car Seunghee was in blew up right in front of Hyunjoon's eyes, leading him to believe she was dead.
In truth, she was not dead but had just gone to meet Sawoo for a moment.


However, Hyunjoon could not get over her 'death' and absolutely swore he would get to the bottom of this and kill Sawoo and Baeksan at his feet.

The organisation and its cruelty,wrongdoings and yet formed to uphand justice. Seonhwa, no matter how many times she tried to kill Hyunjoon, never succeeded and ended pairing with him because of his forgiveness and kindness.
She helped him find the reason he was abandoned after assasinating Yoon sung chul and get his revenge on Baeksan.
There were many questions among the plot, like why TOP killed Hong Seung Rong and asked for the IRIS list. Hong seung rong had given Hyunjoon the USB pendrive, containing the IRIS LIST,
but did not tell him what it was.
Hyun joon, on the other hand, gave it to Yuki, a young girl he had known in his stay at Japan. It resulted in the deaths of the her parents, as well as the poor girl herself.

Poor Hyunjoon. He again had lost something he wanted to protect so bad.

I especially loved the part when Seunghee dreamt that she and Sawoo met Hyunjoon in a carpark. Hyunjoon, already betrayed by Sawoo, was habouring intense anger and hatred towards him. Calmly he shot Sawoo twice, ignoring Seunghee's screams.
In retalaition, Sawoo shot Hyunjoon as well, who made no attempt to run but continued firing, with Seunghee's screams as the background music.

Ohh..i loved that scene..feel it would be absolutely perfect if the scene came true. Sawoo chose his career and pride over years of friendship with Hyunjoon.
Hyunjoon, hurt and angry and his betrayal, deception, and for placing his loyalty in Baeksan rather than his best friend, may have more than one good reason to take his revenge.
In this case, i wouldnt blame Hyunjoon if he killed Sawoo, even if i dont want him too. I want them to make up and be back to friends.
But things will never be the same.
Hyunjoon should not kill Sawoo but let him live, let him look back upon his actions that caused the painful betrayal and feel the remorse of his regret.
They cannot be friends anymore, but can continue as work partners, cold and reserved with one another.