the power of love is...
Tremendous. Seriously. It is so powerful that it'll drive you crazy. Crazily happy or crazily depressed that is. And today, fate wants me to witness both scenarios and decide for myself. Is romantic love what i need?
Watched Just like heaven today. I love this kind of movies. Those packed with romance and comedy. I'm sure many of you guys watched Hitch already, but i have to tell you, that just like heaven is better than Hitch. So yeah, go watch it asap. You've gotta trust me on this.
Man. It makes me wonder. Is fate really that magical? Maybe. Hopefully I'm lucky enough to experience it someday. Ah yes. I'm still young. Anyways i shan't spoil the movie for whoever's interested. Go watch it. Quick.
On the other hand, i witnessed a good friend of mine got badly hurt because of love. First time really, i saw someone being so ripped apart by a failed relationship. Now that's the wicked power of love as well. Destroying loving hearts. And making them unable to love as deeply anymore. Sigh. I truly hope she gets over it soon. Life isnt just about love.
So yup. It's time for me to ponder once again. Meanwhile i should be prepared for the rest of my O level examinations. Till then. Takaires.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
the right thing to do
Yea well. While others are all mugging away, getting prepared for the O levels, i'm wasting my life away. Yeah, i just watched a movie, which pretty much led me waste a night that i could use for studying.
Question is. Would i study anyways?
Maybe. God knows. I've chosen the path to watch a movie anyway. And the movie is.. "All about love" or in direct translation "say i love you again". Sure sounds cheesy.
Andy Lau. Main actor. Age 40+ at least. And still able to play the significant other of two girls say roughly 15 years younger. How on Earth does he maintain his youthful look? Don't mind me, my dad, despite being 40+ as well, looks like someone 10 years older. Probably the stress of taking care of me did that.
Well.. the movie was mediocre i'll have to say. Wasnt really touched. Perhaps i'm inhuman, or maybe i'm too deep in love to appreciate such a heart breaking show. Whatever it is, watching the girl from twins, not gillian chung, act is a pleasure. Gawd. She's so damn adorable. Lucky andy lau. He's old enough to be her dad.
All in all, the moral of the study is to cherish what you have before it's too late. And in this case, it is to tell your loved ones u love them before it's too late. But well, i don think i'll ever say "i love you" to my dad. Sometimes, actions do speak louder than words. I'm trying real hard to be a filial son. (to show that i do love him)
Moving on, i've learnt the basics of some love songs. Oh, with the guitar that is. Man, i can't wait to learn nothing's gonna change my love for you. Such a beautiful song. Even more so if i'm able to play the song in front of her. Someday i will. I won't sing. I promise. Haha.
Oh yea by the way, i found a new job ambition! And that is to be script writer. I'm sick of stupid movies! I'm gonna create some nice ones in the future. Ya right. Well why a script writer? They are like artists don't you think? Able to exhibit their creativity by having people to act out the story. I'll love to be one someday. I hope.
So that's about it. Time for some late gaming. C ya.
-i want that place in your heart-
Yea well. While others are all mugging away, getting prepared for the O levels, i'm wasting my life away. Yeah, i just watched a movie, which pretty much led me waste a night that i could use for studying.
Question is. Would i study anyways?
Maybe. God knows. I've chosen the path to watch a movie anyway. And the movie is.. "All about love" or in direct translation "say i love you again". Sure sounds cheesy.
Andy Lau. Main actor. Age 40+ at least. And still able to play the significant other of two girls say roughly 15 years younger. How on Earth does he maintain his youthful look? Don't mind me, my dad, despite being 40+ as well, looks like someone 10 years older. Probably the stress of taking care of me did that.
Well.. the movie was mediocre i'll have to say. Wasnt really touched. Perhaps i'm inhuman, or maybe i'm too deep in love to appreciate such a heart breaking show. Whatever it is, watching the girl from twins, not gillian chung, act is a pleasure. Gawd. She's so damn adorable. Lucky andy lau. He's old enough to be her dad.
All in all, the moral of the study is to cherish what you have before it's too late. And in this case, it is to tell your loved ones u love them before it's too late. But well, i don think i'll ever say "i love you" to my dad. Sometimes, actions do speak louder than words. I'm trying real hard to be a filial son. (to show that i do love him)
Moving on, i've learnt the basics of some love songs. Oh, with the guitar that is. Man, i can't wait to learn nothing's gonna change my love for you. Such a beautiful song. Even more so if i'm able to play the song in front of her. Someday i will. I won't sing. I promise. Haha.
Oh yea by the way, i found a new job ambition! And that is to be script writer. I'm sick of stupid movies! I'm gonna create some nice ones in the future. Ya right. Well why a script writer? They are like artists don't you think? Able to exhibit their creativity by having people to act out the story. I'll love to be one someday. I hope.
So that's about it. Time for some late gaming. C ya.
-i want that place in your heart-
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
when competition arises
Often in love, things rarely go smoothly. It's not necessary a case of "boy meet girl, girl meet boy, fall in love" kind of thing. Sometimes there are cases of "boy meets 2 girls, girl meets 2 boys, who to choose leh?". And so you call them the triagular relationship.
Sure it feels great being the one able to choose. But if you truly like both, then it'll be a huge heartache as in who to let go. I shall not comment if you're someone who plays with other's feelings.
And as for the one who has to fight for love. Now that's an uphill task. Jealousy, disappointment, heartaches just to name a few are the negative stuffs they'll have to face. And sadly.. one party will win at the expense of another's loss. And "may the best man wins" applies here.
As for me, i always hope that i don't end up in such a sticky situation. Apparently, fate has something else in store for me, and now i'm caught in the middle. I love competions. But sadly, that only applies for everything else except love and studies. I tend to give up easily. And that's just me..
**
A girl walks into a mall. And there was a sale. and it read "Buy a companion now! Everlasting love guaranteed"
And so the girl took a look at all the guys that are offered. Dazzling they all are.
The girl took her time to analyse and read what all the guys have to offer.
Michael: Handsome, muscular, offers a great sense of security. Typical hunk.
Jonathan: Rich, cultured, polite, sensitive. Typical sensitive new age guy.
Melvin: Humourous, fun to be with, joyous. Typical party starter.
And lastly..
Althalas: Has a heart that'll loves deeply and truthfully. Typical idiot.
So who would the girl end up with?
**(what a lame story, i know. i shall end here)
-i won't give up just yet for the ball's in your court, not mine-
Often in love, things rarely go smoothly. It's not necessary a case of "boy meet girl, girl meet boy, fall in love" kind of thing. Sometimes there are cases of "boy meets 2 girls, girl meets 2 boys, who to choose leh?". And so you call them the triagular relationship.
Sure it feels great being the one able to choose. But if you truly like both, then it'll be a huge heartache as in who to let go. I shall not comment if you're someone who plays with other's feelings.
And as for the one who has to fight for love. Now that's an uphill task. Jealousy, disappointment, heartaches just to name a few are the negative stuffs they'll have to face. And sadly.. one party will win at the expense of another's loss. And "may the best man wins" applies here.
As for me, i always hope that i don't end up in such a sticky situation. Apparently, fate has something else in store for me, and now i'm caught in the middle. I love competions. But sadly, that only applies for everything else except love and studies. I tend to give up easily. And that's just me..
**
A girl walks into a mall. And there was a sale. and it read "Buy a companion now! Everlasting love guaranteed"
And so the girl took a look at all the guys that are offered. Dazzling they all are.
The girl took her time to analyse and read what all the guys have to offer.
Michael: Handsome, muscular, offers a great sense of security. Typical hunk.
Jonathan: Rich, cultured, polite, sensitive. Typical sensitive new age guy.
Melvin: Humourous, fun to be with, joyous. Typical party starter.
And lastly..
Althalas: Has a heart that'll loves deeply and truthfully. Typical idiot.
So who would the girl end up with?
**(what a lame story, i know. i shall end here)
-i won't give up just yet for the ball's in your court, not mine-
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
a maze
What surrounds him are walls, of height that are twice of him. There simply isn't a way for him to climb up and see the right way to the place he would like to go. And after hours or even days of endless roads and meeting deadends, he decided to stop for a moment.
Behind him lies the way he came from. The entrance so as to speak. The door he went through when he made up his mind to search for everlasting happiness. But of course, everything has a price to pay. Now he's disappointed at the many dead ends, thirsty and weary of all the long paths.
And ahead of him lies an unusually long path. So should he move on and take his determination to the limits? Or should he turn back and give up his pursuit of everlasting happiness? And the decision is his to make, and one wrong choice, he'll lose everything. Now that's reality.
-i made the assumption before, that i was able to last that long. and i was made a fool. this time round. will history repeat or will it be the right thing to do-
What surrounds him are walls, of height that are twice of him. There simply isn't a way for him to climb up and see the right way to the place he would like to go. And after hours or even days of endless roads and meeting deadends, he decided to stop for a moment.
Behind him lies the way he came from. The entrance so as to speak. The door he went through when he made up his mind to search for everlasting happiness. But of course, everything has a price to pay. Now he's disappointed at the many dead ends, thirsty and weary of all the long paths.
And ahead of him lies an unusually long path. So should he move on and take his determination to the limits? Or should he turn back and give up his pursuit of everlasting happiness? And the decision is his to make, and one wrong choice, he'll lose everything. Now that's reality.
-i made the assumption before, that i was able to last that long. and i was made a fool. this time round. will history repeat or will it be the right thing to do-
Friday, September 30, 2005
graduation
Maaan.. it's been ages since i updated. Yaya i know, i'm fully aware of it. What to do? i've been busying lately. Busy with what? Nonsensical stuff. Anyways, i'm back to update again.
Today's the graduation day. Maybe it's because i know i'm gonna see my classmates for next few weeks or so, and that pretty much caused me to feel void and emotionless. They should really place the graduation day after the O's. Then it'll be meaningful. What to do? Life seldom go the way u want it to go.
Nevertheless, it was pretty power packed. I love the presentations. Yeap, all the graduating classes. Rather touching i have to say. Especially the one the teachers made(i think its them). Sure making me feel nostalgic.
4 years. It's been real quick man, the way time passed us by. From a goody 2 shoes secondary 1 boy, to a larger and bigger goody 2 shoes secondary 4 guy. Guess one day i'll gather all my friends, then we'll spend the day by reminiscing about the past. At the moment, i kinda forgot everything.
I've grown, in ways that i hope is for the better. Well.. I reckon i've matured a great deal over the years. I have had alot of new experiences during this lengthy yet short period of time. Say falling in love, understanding people better etc. Hopefully it serves me well in the future. God knows what the future has, that's in store for us.
Of course, to all my fellow pals out there, the O's are here. All of us know that, yet many of us still choose to procrastinate instead of taking real action. I know, that includes me as well. Next week onwards, i'm gonna be a typical bookworm.
And i guess that is all..
The falling leaves.. the cold breeze.. the cries of a child.. filled me iith emotions way beyond my comprehension. Way too real.. way too heart breaking.
Maaan.. it's been ages since i updated. Yaya i know, i'm fully aware of it. What to do? i've been busying lately. Busy with what? Nonsensical stuff. Anyways, i'm back to update again.
Today's the graduation day. Maybe it's because i know i'm gonna see my classmates for next few weeks or so, and that pretty much caused me to feel void and emotionless. They should really place the graduation day after the O's. Then it'll be meaningful. What to do? Life seldom go the way u want it to go.
Nevertheless, it was pretty power packed. I love the presentations. Yeap, all the graduating classes. Rather touching i have to say. Especially the one the teachers made(i think its them). Sure making me feel nostalgic.
4 years. It's been real quick man, the way time passed us by. From a goody 2 shoes secondary 1 boy, to a larger and bigger goody 2 shoes secondary 4 guy. Guess one day i'll gather all my friends, then we'll spend the day by reminiscing about the past. At the moment, i kinda forgot everything.
I've grown, in ways that i hope is for the better. Well.. I reckon i've matured a great deal over the years. I have had alot of new experiences during this lengthy yet short period of time. Say falling in love, understanding people better etc. Hopefully it serves me well in the future. God knows what the future has, that's in store for us.
Of course, to all my fellow pals out there, the O's are here. All of us know that, yet many of us still choose to procrastinate instead of taking real action. I know, that includes me as well. Next week onwards, i'm gonna be a typical bookworm.
And i guess that is all..
The falling leaves.. the cold breeze.. the cries of a child.. filled me iith emotions way beyond my comprehension. Way too real.. way too heart breaking.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
im all blank
Oh man! I had so much to write about when i was on my home. Now that i'm actually putting words into this blog of mine, i cant think of anything. I feel so stupid at the moment man. haha.
Well, i just returned home after playing pool for a few hours. I swear pool, on your day, can make you superbly happy. But when you start missing every single shot, and the white ball seem to have a liking for the "hole", you'll feel super lousy. Ah. Rant rant rant.
Yea man. Was reading newpaper yesterday. And i read about the footballer Wayne Rooney. It's pretty weird that everybody seem to be siding his fiery temperament. Hello! He clapped sarcastically in front of the referee and you are saying he's not in wrong?!
Afterall, it's true that people like him perform better when their mood is fiery. But well.. not for me. For me, i'll have to stay calm and relaxed in order to do anything well. Be it soccer, pool or any other things that i do. And whenever i start to lose it, and sink into the "fire" mode. That's it, i'll start being foolish. I'll attempt to hurt players on the soccer field. Even if he's my friend at that very point of time. You are my opponent. You are my enemy.
Now i know that's pretty scary. I've changed. Or rather, i've been trying to change and i think i'm kinda improving. AT least i dont go crazy that often now. Yeah, i'm bad tempered.
**
Break ups. Well saw a guy on my home just now. He was on the fone and squatting by the pathway. Being curious, i kinda tried to overhear what he was talking about. (i'm sorry, i was way too curious) Though he was mumbling, i could figure out he was asking for a patch. And he kinda got rejected. A sad sight.
If you find that falling in love is the best thing that can happen to you, a break up or rather you being dumped is the complete opposite. All sorts of negative feelings will just appear out of nowhere. And trust me, they are gonna stick with you for quite some time. Been there, done that. I'm experienced. haha
And i figured out the way to let go! the way to enlightenment. and the way to buddha.(alwight that was lame) And now.. i hope i dont have to let go again. The signs are scary. Ominous signs. I shall let time to be the answer..
**
Army cheer. Suddenly just tot of putting it up
Purple light!
In the valley!
That is where,
I wanna be.
With my friends,
best companions
with my rifle and my buddies and me..
SOC! (standard obstacle course) Sibei jia lat!
Do PT (physical training) La gi worse!
Everyday, kenna tekan (punished)!
With my rifle and my buddies and me...
Booking out,
Saw my girlfriend,
Saw her with
Another man!
Heart broken,
back to army...
With my rifle, and my buddies and me...
(i love tis part)
Purple light!
At the war front.
that is where,
my body lies.
If i die,
would you...
bury me...
with my rifle and my buddies and me...!
WhOa, i'M feEling PatRiotic! I miss my NCC life.
I just can't help it. My desire to be with you is just like a flame. Burning brighter and brighter with each passing day. Even the rain, is not able to stop it. Only you... can.
Oh man! I had so much to write about when i was on my home. Now that i'm actually putting words into this blog of mine, i cant think of anything. I feel so stupid at the moment man. haha.
Well, i just returned home after playing pool for a few hours. I swear pool, on your day, can make you superbly happy. But when you start missing every single shot, and the white ball seem to have a liking for the "hole", you'll feel super lousy. Ah. Rant rant rant.
Yea man. Was reading newpaper yesterday. And i read about the footballer Wayne Rooney. It's pretty weird that everybody seem to be siding his fiery temperament. Hello! He clapped sarcastically in front of the referee and you are saying he's not in wrong?!
Afterall, it's true that people like him perform better when their mood is fiery. But well.. not for me. For me, i'll have to stay calm and relaxed in order to do anything well. Be it soccer, pool or any other things that i do. And whenever i start to lose it, and sink into the "fire" mode. That's it, i'll start being foolish. I'll attempt to hurt players on the soccer field. Even if he's my friend at that very point of time. You are my opponent. You are my enemy.
Now i know that's pretty scary. I've changed. Or rather, i've been trying to change and i think i'm kinda improving. AT least i dont go crazy that often now. Yeah, i'm bad tempered.
**
Break ups. Well saw a guy on my home just now. He was on the fone and squatting by the pathway. Being curious, i kinda tried to overhear what he was talking about. (i'm sorry, i was way too curious) Though he was mumbling, i could figure out he was asking for a patch. And he kinda got rejected. A sad sight.
If you find that falling in love is the best thing that can happen to you, a break up or rather you being dumped is the complete opposite. All sorts of negative feelings will just appear out of nowhere. And trust me, they are gonna stick with you for quite some time. Been there, done that. I'm experienced. haha
And i figured out the way to let go! the way to enlightenment. and the way to buddha.(alwight that was lame) And now.. i hope i dont have to let go again. The signs are scary. Ominous signs. I shall let time to be the answer..
**
Army cheer. Suddenly just tot of putting it up
Purple light!
In the valley!
That is where,
I wanna be.
With my friends,
best companions
with my rifle and my buddies and me..
SOC! (standard obstacle course) Sibei jia lat!
Do PT (physical training) La gi worse!
Everyday, kenna tekan (punished)!
With my rifle and my buddies and me...
Booking out,
Saw my girlfriend,
Saw her with
Another man!
Heart broken,
back to army...
With my rifle, and my buddies and me...
(i love tis part)
Purple light!
At the war front.
that is where,
my body lies.
If i die,
would you...
bury me...
with my rifle and my buddies and me...!
WhOa, i'M feEling PatRiotic! I miss my NCC life.
I just can't help it. My desire to be with you is just like a flame. Burning brighter and brighter with each passing day. Even the rain, is not able to stop it. Only you... can.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
*when death comes*
Alwights. I've been asked to blog by a special someone. And so i will. But man, my days recently have been pretty much boring. There's nothing much to blog about. But still...
Well you guys should know about all the news abt death. Say the katrina hurricane, the chopping up of body(freaky. imagine finding a bag and there's a severed head in it, what on earth will your reaction be man?). Both are the same thing. It all results in the loss of life. And it leads to so called after life.
Life's ironic i figured out. Those who want to die, usually got their attempt to commit suicide foiled. And whereas, those that have a bright future ahead of them, or those who want to live, has death come calling much earlier.
I really find those who committed suicide over silly reasons really stupid. There are so many people out there who's trying to find food everyday so as to survive yet these people just wanna end "their suffering" by ending their life. Ridiculous.
M1 still says it best. One life, live it. On a lighter note, my prelims are pretty much underway. Hopefully i don't do so badly that i'll get demoralised. Hope and pray.
That's about all. I'll think of more to blog while mapling... till then, ciaos.
I'm falling deeper and deeper everyday. Into the bottomless pit of love.
Alwights. I've been asked to blog by a special someone. And so i will. But man, my days recently have been pretty much boring. There's nothing much to blog about. But still...
Well you guys should know about all the news abt death. Say the katrina hurricane, the chopping up of body(freaky. imagine finding a bag and there's a severed head in it, what on earth will your reaction be man?). Both are the same thing. It all results in the loss of life. And it leads to so called after life.
Life's ironic i figured out. Those who want to die, usually got their attempt to commit suicide foiled. And whereas, those that have a bright future ahead of them, or those who want to live, has death come calling much earlier.
I really find those who committed suicide over silly reasons really stupid. There are so many people out there who's trying to find food everyday so as to survive yet these people just wanna end "their suffering" by ending their life. Ridiculous.
M1 still says it best. One life, live it. On a lighter note, my prelims are pretty much underway. Hopefully i don't do so badly that i'll get demoralised. Hope and pray.
That's about all. I'll think of more to blog while mapling... till then, ciaos.
I'm falling deeper and deeper everyday. Into the bottomless pit of love.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
the end is here
Whoa man! The holidays are going to be over real soon. And it seems to me, this 1-week holiday has been speeding past faster than ever. And that's pretty frightening. It simply means the O levels are coming.
Well, i'm not exactly that frightened by O levels. At least not as much as my pals over at 4r1 4r2 respectively. Some peeps in 4r2 got A2 for chinese, and they still wanna retake! Insane people. (yeah i know i got b3 and i actually chose to retake. anyways, i'm really regretting. watch me get f9)
For the past few days, my morning has been missing. Been sleeping earliest at 1 am, and waking up early in the afternoon. Pretty sad, considering what i've been busy doing during my day was not studying, but gaming throughout. Maple story that is.
I must say it's really a fantastic game. My definition of fantastic? Allows the gamer to waste his life on it, and to believe that the game is reality, and his real world is virtual.
Like totally. I was looking at myself in the mirror(i seldom do that, just to clarify that i'm not self obsessed) Man i look like crap. Though i've been banging 12 hours of sleep regularly, but still, i looked really weary. And i wish to know why.
Now i'm back at the computer. Guess what i'm gonna do next? Yup, i'm going to maple as usual. Sigh.. i need a wake up call. Oh by the way it's my English paper tomorrow. I can forsee it's my first f9 that i'm gonna collect. Good luck to all taking their prelims.
It was a dream. Beautiful dream. That left me empty when i woke up. For i realised it was over. And the dream was about you.
Whoa man! The holidays are going to be over real soon. And it seems to me, this 1-week holiday has been speeding past faster than ever. And that's pretty frightening. It simply means the O levels are coming.
Well, i'm not exactly that frightened by O levels. At least not as much as my pals over at 4r1 4r2 respectively. Some peeps in 4r2 got A2 for chinese, and they still wanna retake! Insane people. (yeah i know i got b3 and i actually chose to retake. anyways, i'm really regretting. watch me get f9)
For the past few days, my morning has been missing. Been sleeping earliest at 1 am, and waking up early in the afternoon. Pretty sad, considering what i've been busy doing during my day was not studying, but gaming throughout. Maple story that is.
I must say it's really a fantastic game. My definition of fantastic? Allows the gamer to waste his life on it, and to believe that the game is reality, and his real world is virtual.
Like totally. I was looking at myself in the mirror(i seldom do that, just to clarify that i'm not self obsessed) Man i look like crap. Though i've been banging 12 hours of sleep regularly, but still, i looked really weary. And i wish to know why.
Now i'm back at the computer. Guess what i'm gonna do next? Yup, i'm going to maple as usual. Sigh.. i need a wake up call. Oh by the way it's my English paper tomorrow. I can forsee it's my first f9 that i'm gonna collect. Good luck to all taking their prelims.
It was a dream. Beautiful dream. That left me empty when i woke up. For i realised it was over. And the dream was about you.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
when the cold wind blows..
Alrights, the clock's reading 3 am already. And i'm still up and awake, and seated right in front of my computer. My eyes are hurting, but still i shall make an entry to make up for yesterday.
It's nice to hear that people are asking me to update. But well, sometimes my mind just tend to go blank and i cant think of anything to post. Especially when all i did the whole day was to stay at home and play maple story. I know it's really really sad, but the other alternative is to study. Of course i'll choose the former.
I've got no idea how i'm gonna deal with my prelims. Guess i'll flunk every single subject. Okay! I shall force myself to put in a little effort to study later on. Hope you guys study at least a little as well.
That's all i guess. i'm feeling weary.
I hope i took the right step. Let me know if i did.
Alrights, the clock's reading 3 am already. And i'm still up and awake, and seated right in front of my computer. My eyes are hurting, but still i shall make an entry to make up for yesterday.
It's nice to hear that people are asking me to update. But well, sometimes my mind just tend to go blank and i cant think of anything to post. Especially when all i did the whole day was to stay at home and play maple story. I know it's really really sad, but the other alternative is to study. Of course i'll choose the former.
I've got no idea how i'm gonna deal with my prelims. Guess i'll flunk every single subject. Okay! I shall force myself to put in a little effort to study later on. Hope you guys study at least a little as well.
That's all i guess. i'm feeling weary.
I hope i took the right step. Let me know if i did.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
the irritant
Man, i feel irritating today. Haha, got this great desire to irritate people. Unfortunately, Woo Yang's the victim today.
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
wad care u doing now?
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
wad care u doing now
(this is just the starting)
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
eh tiam la
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
LOL
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
fuck u undersyand
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
don undersyand
(doing well...)
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
eh u tiam la
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
sweet chin u ar
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
knn
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
SCARY BODOH
(bwahahhaha)
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
u damn kiam pa sia
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
better not let me see u next time
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
me scareded
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
KNN CCB!
(signs that he cant take it no longer)
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
bcc nnk
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
AAAAARRRRGGGGH
(he's suffering in pain)
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
LOL
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
FUCK U UNDERSTAND?
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
don understand
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
nb cb
Alwights it's kinda lame but anyways... here's the bonus part which ive got no idea how come he'll say such stuff...
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
i love u man
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
espacially on the bed
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
u can fuck me so hard!
That's about it. His typing skills is one of the worst ever. Good night.
Man, i feel irritating today. Haha, got this great desire to irritate people. Unfortunately, Woo Yang's the victim today.
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
wad care u doing now?
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
wad care u doing now
(this is just the starting)
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
eh tiam la
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
LOL
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
fuck u undersyand
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
don undersyand
(doing well...)
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
eh u tiam la
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
sweet chin u ar
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
knn
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
SCARY BODOH
(bwahahhaha)
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
u damn kiam pa sia
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
better not let me see u next time
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
me scareded
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
KNN CCB!
(signs that he cant take it no longer)
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
bcc nnk
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
AAAAARRRRGGGGH
(he's suffering in pain)
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
LOL
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
FUCK U UNDERSTAND?
aLthaLus ™ will the day ever come stairway to heaven says:
don understand
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
nb cb
Alwights it's kinda lame but anyways... here's the bonus part which ive got no idea how come he'll say such stuff...
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
i love u man
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
espacially on the bed
| Yang™ | Vodavoda, water of life says:
u can fuck me so hard!
That's about it. His typing skills is one of the worst ever. Good night.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
topsy turvy
I had a major scare yesterday. Is it just me that whenever i lose things, i'll lose the thing that's most valuable on me. Or whatever that's not mine, that's shared in the family.
My mp3 went missing.(My dad loves to listen to the radio in the mp3, and my sis do bring it out sometimes) For rich people out there, it's not something worth worrying over i suppose. "Buy a new one la" they'll say in unison. But sadly, i'm not rich. I can't afford to lose things... that valuable.
After lan gaming, we headed out to get some fresh air, and eventually to get some dinner. Being me, i only look for things whenever i want to use it, and not look for it just for the sake of making sure it is there. (yeah thats why i tend to lose things ya?)
Anyways, i realised my mp3 was missing. Not in my pocket, my bag, everywhere! For the first time ever, my emotions had a 180 degree spin so fast. From a happy dude, waiting to get some high quality char kuay teow, to a small boy, when he realised his papa mama is missing.
I didnt bother to think where on Earth i left it. I just thought of the consequences immdiately. For its my 2nd time losing valuables while gaming, I can hardly fathom how my dad's gonna holler at me.
I realised i'm actually quite a pessimist. I actually planned how to get a new mp3 in time, instead of figuring out where i misplaced it. After all, what if someone picked it up? Finders keepers.
Thankfully, i have pals who are encouraging. They made me calm down, and think clearly.(To calm down at such a situation is no mean feat) When was the last time i used my mp3? Was it in the cab? Or at woo yang's house?
For the first time ever, woo yang suddenly had wings, turned fair and had the looks of an awesome angel. He was my only hope. My saviour that could lift me from hell to heaven. And yes he is. For his maid found my mp3 lying still on his couch.
I screamed for joy. Seriously. It's like virtually picking up 200 bucks on the floor. And another 180 degree spin of emotions again. Back to the happy dude again. One that's relieved that is.
At least material possesion, after losing it, there's still hope you'll find it. That's simply not the same for love. You lose it, that's it. Lost forever.
I had a major scare yesterday. Is it just me that whenever i lose things, i'll lose the thing that's most valuable on me. Or whatever that's not mine, that's shared in the family.
My mp3 went missing.(My dad loves to listen to the radio in the mp3, and my sis do bring it out sometimes) For rich people out there, it's not something worth worrying over i suppose. "Buy a new one la" they'll say in unison. But sadly, i'm not rich. I can't afford to lose things... that valuable.
After lan gaming, we headed out to get some fresh air, and eventually to get some dinner. Being me, i only look for things whenever i want to use it, and not look for it just for the sake of making sure it is there. (yeah thats why i tend to lose things ya?)
Anyways, i realised my mp3 was missing. Not in my pocket, my bag, everywhere! For the first time ever, my emotions had a 180 degree spin so fast. From a happy dude, waiting to get some high quality char kuay teow, to a small boy, when he realised his papa mama is missing.
I didnt bother to think where on Earth i left it. I just thought of the consequences immdiately. For its my 2nd time losing valuables while gaming, I can hardly fathom how my dad's gonna holler at me.
I realised i'm actually quite a pessimist. I actually planned how to get a new mp3 in time, instead of figuring out where i misplaced it. After all, what if someone picked it up? Finders keepers.
Thankfully, i have pals who are encouraging. They made me calm down, and think clearly.(To calm down at such a situation is no mean feat) When was the last time i used my mp3? Was it in the cab? Or at woo yang's house?
For the first time ever, woo yang suddenly had wings, turned fair and had the looks of an awesome angel. He was my only hope. My saviour that could lift me from hell to heaven. And yes he is. For his maid found my mp3 lying still on his couch.
I screamed for joy. Seriously. It's like virtually picking up 200 bucks on the floor. And another 180 degree spin of emotions again. Back to the happy dude again. One that's relieved that is.
At least material possesion, after losing it, there's still hope you'll find it. That's simply not the same for love. You lose it, that's it. Lost forever.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
eleven eleven
Been a pretty exhausting weekend for me. Both physically and financially. kinda weird to use the word "financially", but nevertheless i spent loads of money this weekend. You see, it's been always a must to spend during chalets. The food is so outrageous..ly nice that you have to cook for yourself if you wanna eat. Well you know, i'm a guy whos not fond of being hardworking, and the end result? I was left starving.
Okay that aside, i would like to share with you guys a strange phenomenon that befell me pretty recently. Say probably 2 weeks ago till now i suppose. Alrights, i know this may sound absurd, but it kinda revolves around this 4 digit that I've been frequently seeing. And really, i do mean frequently. And these digits is none other than.... 1 1 1 1
No don't get me wrong, it's not that i aspire to be no.1 so much that i'm seeing it everywhere. It cant be possibly coincidence all the time either. It may be disbelieving but here is...
Some examples:
1)For almost every day, i repeat almost everday, i see this "1111" represented as 11.11pm on my trusty worthy 8250 mobile phone. For almost everyday i repeat! It's always just right on the spot, whether i'm checking sms or checking the time, i'll always get to see 11.11pm. Luck perhaps?
2)I kinda have a bottle with me in the house as well. Easy access to water you see. Somehow, i just tend to drink water alot. It's good isnt it? Anyways, i was so bored that i went to read the Ice Mountain bottle for a while. If you noticed, there will always be this set of numbers, for what for i'm not so sure, and for mine, it read V1111V. OH gawd.
3)Well just yesterday, yeap during the chalet, me and woo yang were playing pool, with nicholas watching us play. It almost went unnoticed until suddenly when woo yang was about to score his striped ball 11, then nicholas exclaimed..
"Look! There's two 11 balls. Hahaha, woo yang, foxy ball 11 to ball 11 lah!"
Left dumbfounded, its the four numbers 1111 again!
4)England vs Wales match! So hyped yet it turn out to be so freaking boring. Screw England, with their quality, they are supposed to perform so much better than just a 1-0 score.
Okay okay, it was oso this match i spotted 1111 again. At the end of the match, there's this two players(too stunned to remember the names), standing side by side,
one England one Wales, and guess what? Both of them are wearing jersey no. 11!
Perhaps i'm insane to think so much about this four digits. But to my close friends, i hope you guys know how i am interpreting this four digits. It's really too frequent for me to believe its just a mere coincidence. I tried to look for tose numbers intentionally, but no, it wont appear anymore. It's only when im most unguarded, then i'll see those numbers.
I'm sure i'll see more of it in the future, but i won't be able to do anything about it i guess. Moved on we have. End of story.
Been a pretty exhausting weekend for me. Both physically and financially. kinda weird to use the word "financially", but nevertheless i spent loads of money this weekend. You see, it's been always a must to spend during chalets. The food is so outrageous..ly nice that you have to cook for yourself if you wanna eat. Well you know, i'm a guy whos not fond of being hardworking, and the end result? I was left starving.
Okay that aside, i would like to share with you guys a strange phenomenon that befell me pretty recently. Say probably 2 weeks ago till now i suppose. Alrights, i know this may sound absurd, but it kinda revolves around this 4 digit that I've been frequently seeing. And really, i do mean frequently. And these digits is none other than.... 1 1 1 1
No don't get me wrong, it's not that i aspire to be no.1 so much that i'm seeing it everywhere. It cant be possibly coincidence all the time either. It may be disbelieving but here is...
Some examples:
1)For almost every day, i repeat almost everday, i see this "1111" represented as 11.11pm on my trusty worthy 8250 mobile phone. For almost everyday i repeat! It's always just right on the spot, whether i'm checking sms or checking the time, i'll always get to see 11.11pm. Luck perhaps?
2)I kinda have a bottle with me in the house as well. Easy access to water you see. Somehow, i just tend to drink water alot. It's good isnt it? Anyways, i was so bored that i went to read the Ice Mountain bottle for a while. If you noticed, there will always be this set of numbers, for what for i'm not so sure, and for mine, it read V1111V. OH gawd.
3)Well just yesterday, yeap during the chalet, me and woo yang were playing pool, with nicholas watching us play. It almost went unnoticed until suddenly when woo yang was about to score his striped ball 11, then nicholas exclaimed..
"Look! There's two 11 balls. Hahaha, woo yang, foxy ball 11 to ball 11 lah!"
Left dumbfounded, its the four numbers 1111 again!
4)England vs Wales match! So hyped yet it turn out to be so freaking boring. Screw England, with their quality, they are supposed to perform so much better than just a 1-0 score.
Okay okay, it was oso this match i spotted 1111 again. At the end of the match, there's this two players(too stunned to remember the names), standing side by side,
one England one Wales, and guess what? Both of them are wearing jersey no. 11!
Perhaps i'm insane to think so much about this four digits. But to my close friends, i hope you guys know how i am interpreting this four digits. It's really too frequent for me to believe its just a mere coincidence. I tried to look for tose numbers intentionally, but no, it wont appear anymore. It's only when im most unguarded, then i'll see those numbers.
I'm sure i'll see more of it in the future, but i won't be able to do anything about it i guess. Moved on we have. End of story.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
let fantasy be just fantasy
He glanced up lazily. Morning has left him and its been an hour or two in the afternoon. The ceiling never looked so dull before. And before he know it, he's in for a emotional ride.
The first thing he did was simply reach out for his handphone lying just beside him. He took it and browsed through, hoping to see her msg somewhere. And of course, disappointment filled him up gradually. And no way can he deny it, that he's falling in love with her.
The soft-pouring rain never seemed so frightening before. The loneliness it brings is just too much to bear for the tiny him. Possibly big and hard-headed on the outside, but yet small and vulnerable on the inside.
What should he do? The girl he likes has someone else in mind, and it just hurts so badly to talk about her object of affection which is not him at all. He cant help but to constantly ask about him. "How's he like?", "Who on earth is he?" Yet, the girl refused to tell him anything.
It's really hard for him to admit defeat to someone who he doesnt even know, someone shielded by a cloak of invisbility that the girl made for him. Is he just going to give up? Without letting her know how he feels about her?
The rain stopped. Light begun to fill up the darkened room once again. A realization silently sprung into his mind. He is going to give up. He has done it before and he'll do it again. It's time to face reality. He'll have to move on.
=)
He glanced up lazily. Morning has left him and its been an hour or two in the afternoon. The ceiling never looked so dull before. And before he know it, he's in for a emotional ride.
The first thing he did was simply reach out for his handphone lying just beside him. He took it and browsed through, hoping to see her msg somewhere. And of course, disappointment filled him up gradually. And no way can he deny it, that he's falling in love with her.
The soft-pouring rain never seemed so frightening before. The loneliness it brings is just too much to bear for the tiny him. Possibly big and hard-headed on the outside, but yet small and vulnerable on the inside.
What should he do? The girl he likes has someone else in mind, and it just hurts so badly to talk about her object of affection which is not him at all. He cant help but to constantly ask about him. "How's he like?", "Who on earth is he?" Yet, the girl refused to tell him anything.
It's really hard for him to admit defeat to someone who he doesnt even know, someone shielded by a cloak of invisbility that the girl made for him. Is he just going to give up? Without letting her know how he feels about her?
The rain stopped. Light begun to fill up the darkened room once again. A realization silently sprung into his mind. He is going to give up. He has done it before and he'll do it again. It's time to face reality. He'll have to move on.
=)
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
a quality : humility
Humility - the quality of not being too proud about yourself. In other words, being humble. And in more words, its the opposite of arrogance.
In a person, i am dead sure that there are at least a few good qualities in him/her. Also, i believe that even a crook have some good qualities in them. Perhaps we should exclude those psychopaths, for some of them really did lost their logical selves to god knows what.
To name some of this qualities, they include caring, responsible, respectful and righteousness etc. And of course, one of them is none other than humility. And surprisingly, it is actually a quality, in my humble opinion, that can be exercised regularly and eventually play a big part in your life.
I witnessed a case of how detrimental it is when one fail to exercise humility. Naturally, there are many times one can get carried away with their achievements and successes, that they forgot in order to achieve that much, other people have to sacrifice. What on earth do i mean?
Say, for example, two buddies playing a game. It's either you kill me for you to win, or either i kill you for me to win. As cruel as reality can get, one is a winner and one is not. And to me, there is really no point in gloating over your victory, claiming how great you are, and self praising shamelessly. Is that really what friends are for? Putting down each other?
No, definitely not. At least i don't think so. Even if your opponent is not your friend, or perhaps even your hated enemy, humility is still the best way to go. Would you rather the person you defeated admire you from afar? or would you rather he hating you for being so arrogant? I believe the former would be the wiser choice.
Of course, it's not about being hypocrites here. To exercise humility, you really do need to be sincere in doing so. I shan't say i'm humble, for saying so will really contradict myself. I'm not perfect either, there are times where i really wish to verbally display all my skills etc. But still, there's a phrase that comes to my mind whenever that happens. It is none other than "actions do speak louder than words". Show it, instead of praising yourself in front of others.
Respect is earned, not demanded. Earn by showing what you are made of and being humble about it. It is not gained by bragging how you fought tis war etc. Even if so, i believe its just some shallow respect.
Whoa, i'm back. That was my other self. Got kinda agitated earlier on today. But now i'm fine. Forgive and forget i reckon.
Drop me more signs. Then i'll be ready to take the plunge. Trust me. I will.
Humility - the quality of not being too proud about yourself. In other words, being humble. And in more words, its the opposite of arrogance.
In a person, i am dead sure that there are at least a few good qualities in him/her. Also, i believe that even a crook have some good qualities in them. Perhaps we should exclude those psychopaths, for some of them really did lost their logical selves to god knows what.
To name some of this qualities, they include caring, responsible, respectful and righteousness etc. And of course, one of them is none other than humility. And surprisingly, it is actually a quality, in my humble opinion, that can be exercised regularly and eventually play a big part in your life.
I witnessed a case of how detrimental it is when one fail to exercise humility. Naturally, there are many times one can get carried away with their achievements and successes, that they forgot in order to achieve that much, other people have to sacrifice. What on earth do i mean?
Say, for example, two buddies playing a game. It's either you kill me for you to win, or either i kill you for me to win. As cruel as reality can get, one is a winner and one is not. And to me, there is really no point in gloating over your victory, claiming how great you are, and self praising shamelessly. Is that really what friends are for? Putting down each other?
No, definitely not. At least i don't think so. Even if your opponent is not your friend, or perhaps even your hated enemy, humility is still the best way to go. Would you rather the person you defeated admire you from afar? or would you rather he hating you for being so arrogant? I believe the former would be the wiser choice.
Of course, it's not about being hypocrites here. To exercise humility, you really do need to be sincere in doing so. I shan't say i'm humble, for saying so will really contradict myself. I'm not perfect either, there are times where i really wish to verbally display all my skills etc. But still, there's a phrase that comes to my mind whenever that happens. It is none other than "actions do speak louder than words". Show it, instead of praising yourself in front of others.
Respect is earned, not demanded. Earn by showing what you are made of and being humble about it. It is not gained by bragging how you fought tis war etc. Even if so, i believe its just some shallow respect.
Whoa, i'm back. That was my other self. Got kinda agitated earlier on today. But now i'm fine. Forgive and forget i reckon.
Drop me more signs. Then i'll be ready to take the plunge. Trust me. I will.
Monday, August 29, 2005
no guns, just a son's love
So far it has been good! Ideas are forming in my head whenever i think of my blog, hopefully this keeps up for long. To begin my entry, i shall share with you guys something i read, thats pretty light, yet touching. Here goes..
An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to dig his potato garden, but it was very hardwork. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament:
"Dear Son, I am feeling pretty bad, because it looks like i won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden this year, because your mother always loved planting.
I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. IF you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you wereint in prison. Love, Dad"
Shortly, the old man received this telegram: " For heaven's sake, dad, don't dig up the garden! That's where i buried the GUNS!!"
At 4am the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire graden without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asking him what to do next.
His son's reply was: " Plant your potatoes, dad. It's the bset i can do for you at this time."
***Shamelessly taken from the New Paper.
Haha, so how was it? I hoped it at least touched ur heart a little. A smart and witty act by the son, to display his love for his dad. Ladies aside, for guys out there who's reading my blog, how many of you are able to say "i love you" to your dad?
Not many i would say. "Yuck" would probably the common answer. But for me, i really love my dad. Man, i know that's kinda weird for me to say. But truthfully, i really do. Ever since my Mom left us, my Dad has singlehandedly cared and provided for us. And never once, has he left us feel neglected.
Who would make sure a bottle of Ribena would be in the fridge everyday? A bowl of fruits? The food is on the dining table? Make sure both of us get to school on time? And so many more. None other than, my dad.
I can only wish i can be half as good as him, should i be a father someday. Alwights.. my friends are asking me to play dota now. Till then, c ya all.
So far it has been good! Ideas are forming in my head whenever i think of my blog, hopefully this keeps up for long. To begin my entry, i shall share with you guys something i read, thats pretty light, yet touching. Here goes..
An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to dig his potato garden, but it was very hardwork. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament:
"Dear Son, I am feeling pretty bad, because it looks like i won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden this year, because your mother always loved planting.
I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. IF you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you wereint in prison. Love, Dad"
Shortly, the old man received this telegram: " For heaven's sake, dad, don't dig up the garden! That's where i buried the GUNS!!"
At 4am the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire graden without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asking him what to do next.
His son's reply was: " Plant your potatoes, dad. It's the bset i can do for you at this time."
***Shamelessly taken from the New Paper.
Haha, so how was it? I hoped it at least touched ur heart a little. A smart and witty act by the son, to display his love for his dad. Ladies aside, for guys out there who's reading my blog, how many of you are able to say "i love you" to your dad?
Not many i would say. "Yuck" would probably the common answer. But for me, i really love my dad. Man, i know that's kinda weird for me to say. But truthfully, i really do. Ever since my Mom left us, my Dad has singlehandedly cared and provided for us. And never once, has he left us feel neglected.
Who would make sure a bottle of Ribena would be in the fridge everyday? A bowl of fruits? The food is on the dining table? Make sure both of us get to school on time? And so many more. None other than, my dad.
I can only wish i can be half as good as him, should i be a father someday. Alwights.. my friends are asking me to play dota now. Till then, c ya all.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
stairway to heaven
Hey all! Been a long hiatus, and here i am once again, for the umpteen times, back into the arms of my blog. sigh, i shan't say whether i'm able to commit myself fully. but so far so good, my interest is back. For proof, i actually went to get myself a new skin for this blog. OF course, it's not done by me. Haha, simply too lazy. oh yea, please tell me if its too feminine for me.
So what on Earth have i been up to? O levels is coming, and prelims is even nearer.. Let me guess, you guys are already assuming i'm busying studying. Sadly, you're wrong. Ive been doing everyting but studying. Sigh , kinda tragic isn't it? I'm gonna be able to score 30 points for prelims!
Jokes aside, i'm gonna delve into deep detail what i've been doing. yeap that is, the title of this entry. Starway to heaven. No idea what it is? Lemme explain.
(Oh yes, i was faced with great response when i told my pals about this drama. Comments such as "You're behaving like some auntie", "Go watch action movies instead la", "You're a wuss." But still.. i persisted on... )
It's your typical romance drama, except that this one is superbly bittersweet. Oh yea, as I'm making this entry, I'm listening to Stairway to heaven's theme song. Great korean love song. I can send it to you guys, just inform me.
Back to Stairway to heaven. In a nutshell, its about two person, who knew each other very early in their lives, and became best of friends and eventually a pair of lovebirds. The girl especially, is met with tons and tons of tragedies. But she was rewarded with the thing that most people are still not able to find in their whole lives. That is, true love.
The guy too, an extremely devoted guy. Who on earth will wait for someone for five years, with the knowledge that she's already dead? Not many, especially if you're sane. Will they end up together? Happily ever after? Catch it yourself. Channel U i think. every monday & tuesday. p.s the girl's gorgeous, an incentive to guys out there to watch.
Oh yeah, i've been taking up guitar lessons lately. Playing the guitar is really enjoyable, kinda regretted not taking it up much earlier. Other than the guitar, i know nuts about other musical instruments. I don't even know a single musical note then! Terrible. Sports has been my life, but now, Music joined in too.
Too much computer kills. Too little computer results in boredom, which kills as well. It's all about seeking the balance. And now it seems, with my eyes aching, i'm facing the computer too much. So.. c ya guys then!
when even death is not able to separate them, what else will?
Hey all! Been a long hiatus, and here i am once again, for the umpteen times, back into the arms of my blog. sigh, i shan't say whether i'm able to commit myself fully. but so far so good, my interest is back. For proof, i actually went to get myself a new skin for this blog. OF course, it's not done by me. Haha, simply too lazy. oh yea, please tell me if its too feminine for me.
So what on Earth have i been up to? O levels is coming, and prelims is even nearer.. Let me guess, you guys are already assuming i'm busying studying. Sadly, you're wrong. Ive been doing everyting but studying. Sigh , kinda tragic isn't it? I'm gonna be able to score 30 points for prelims!
Jokes aside, i'm gonna delve into deep detail what i've been doing. yeap that is, the title of this entry. Starway to heaven. No idea what it is? Lemme explain.
(Oh yes, i was faced with great response when i told my pals about this drama. Comments such as "You're behaving like some auntie", "Go watch action movies instead la", "You're a wuss." But still.. i persisted on... )
It's your typical romance drama, except that this one is superbly bittersweet. Oh yea, as I'm making this entry, I'm listening to Stairway to heaven's theme song. Great korean love song. I can send it to you guys, just inform me.
Back to Stairway to heaven. In a nutshell, its about two person, who knew each other very early in their lives, and became best of friends and eventually a pair of lovebirds. The girl especially, is met with tons and tons of tragedies. But she was rewarded with the thing that most people are still not able to find in their whole lives. That is, true love.
The guy too, an extremely devoted guy. Who on earth will wait for someone for five years, with the knowledge that she's already dead? Not many, especially if you're sane. Will they end up together? Happily ever after? Catch it yourself. Channel U i think. every monday & tuesday. p.s the girl's gorgeous, an incentive to guys out there to watch.
Oh yeah, i've been taking up guitar lessons lately. Playing the guitar is really enjoyable, kinda regretted not taking it up much earlier. Other than the guitar, i know nuts about other musical instruments. I don't even know a single musical note then! Terrible. Sports has been my life, but now, Music joined in too.
Too much computer kills. Too little computer results in boredom, which kills as well. It's all about seeking the balance. And now it seems, with my eyes aching, i'm facing the computer too much. So.. c ya guys then!
when even death is not able to separate them, what else will?
Friday, June 24, 2005
王力宏 - 爱错
北风毫不留情 把叶子吹落 脆弱的她选择了逃脱
叶子失去消息 风才感觉寂寞 整个冬天 北风的痛没人能说
* 我从来没想过 我会这样做 从来没爱过 所以爱错
我从哪里起飞 从哪里降落 多少不能原谅的错
却不能重来过 *
翻开回忆角落 完美的生活 以为幸福都可以掌握
仔细回味当初 那个故事背后 Oh 原来是我 犯下从没承认的错
在这少了你的世界 Oh
找不回那些感觉 其实我不想道别 那些过去
我从来没想过 我会这样做 从来没爱过 所以爱错
(从来没有爱过那么认真) 我从哪里起飞 从哪里降落
多少不能原谅的错 却不能重来过 我从来没想过 我会这样做
从来没爱过 所以爱错 我从哪里起飞 从哪里降落
多少不能原谅的错 请你原谅我的爱错
北风毫不留情 把叶子吹落 脆弱的她选择了逃脱
叶子失去消息 风才感觉寂寞 整个冬天 北风的痛没人能说
* 我从来没想过 我会这样做 从来没爱过 所以爱错
我从哪里起飞 从哪里降落 多少不能原谅的错
却不能重来过 *
翻开回忆角落 完美的生活 以为幸福都可以掌握
仔细回味当初 那个故事背后 Oh 原来是我 犯下从没承认的错
在这少了你的世界 Oh
找不回那些感觉 其实我不想道别 那些过去
我从来没想过 我会这样做 从来没爱过 所以爱错
(从来没有爱过那么认真) 我从哪里起飞 从哪里降落
多少不能原谅的错 却不能重来过 我从来没想过 我会这样做
从来没爱过 所以爱错 我从哪里起飞 从哪里降落
多少不能原谅的错 请你原谅我的爱错
Monday, June 06, 2005
The right words can open your heart , for you to love again.
Hey all, i'm back from malaysia. been a pretty enriching trip, yea via books that is. Man, i just realised how badly i need to be able to speak in fluent cantonese. To put it simply, you can't communicate there at all if u dont know cantonese. Now i'm regretting for refusing to learn cantonese.
And so, i was left there, unable to hold any conversation with anyone, and that's pretty sad. Ah, thankfully though, i brought 2 books there, and my sister bought another at the book shop over at malaysia, and then i just immersed myself in the legendary land of words. yup, words.
I didint know i could go on a marathon reading books. english books that is, i can hardly read a page of any chinese book, yea even those for kindergarden kids. And i'm still wishing i'll get b3 for chinese o's. ah whatever.
okay, i read three books in total, the war of the worlds(thks tat yi), the five people you meet in heaven and sam's letters to jennifer. (thks sister). ah what can i say? these 3 books were awesome, and they definitely made me adore books even more. But well, i'm still a more of a novel kind of guy, which is rather weird suppose. People often stereotype guys with thrillers, sci-fic books etc right? Anyways, war of the worlds wasnt that great with me, guess i'm better of catching the movie. but the other books definitely changed my perception quite a bit.
ah. Sam's letters to Jennifer. The author's amazing for he is a guy and he is writing from a girl point of view. well hopefully he isnt gay. but judging from the great description of making love(from a girl pov), maybe he is. I dont know, but i shall salute him anyways. Basicially, it's about a grandmother's advice to her granddaughter, about love that is. About lifting urself up and indulge in love once again. What's the best thing on earth and free? You've guessed it, love.
2nd book. five people you meet in heaven. gave me a whole new perception about heaven. in this book, Heaven is actually a place in which you meet five people who explain things about your life and make sure you understand, and learn.
There was this particular part that i loved. "Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You cant see their smile or bring them food, or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens, Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it."
And to think that's one of the many parts that's thought provoking. For avid book lovers, you've gotta really get it and read it up.
Wow, didnt expect i'll talk so much. prolly to make up for the inability to speak over at malaysia. So i'll stop for now. tommorow then.
And so, i learnt, The way you handle love can actually affect what love does to you. So perhaps, i should open up my heart once again, and should love come, i'll handle it right.
Hey all, i'm back from malaysia. been a pretty enriching trip, yea via books that is. Man, i just realised how badly i need to be able to speak in fluent cantonese. To put it simply, you can't communicate there at all if u dont know cantonese. Now i'm regretting for refusing to learn cantonese.
And so, i was left there, unable to hold any conversation with anyone, and that's pretty sad. Ah, thankfully though, i brought 2 books there, and my sister bought another at the book shop over at malaysia, and then i just immersed myself in the legendary land of words. yup, words.
I didint know i could go on a marathon reading books. english books that is, i can hardly read a page of any chinese book, yea even those for kindergarden kids. And i'm still wishing i'll get b3 for chinese o's. ah whatever.
okay, i read three books in total, the war of the worlds(thks tat yi), the five people you meet in heaven and sam's letters to jennifer. (thks sister). ah what can i say? these 3 books were awesome, and they definitely made me adore books even more. But well, i'm still a more of a novel kind of guy, which is rather weird suppose. People often stereotype guys with thrillers, sci-fic books etc right? Anyways, war of the worlds wasnt that great with me, guess i'm better of catching the movie. but the other books definitely changed my perception quite a bit.
ah. Sam's letters to Jennifer. The author's amazing for he is a guy and he is writing from a girl point of view. well hopefully he isnt gay. but judging from the great description of making love(from a girl pov), maybe he is. I dont know, but i shall salute him anyways. Basicially, it's about a grandmother's advice to her granddaughter, about love that is. About lifting urself up and indulge in love once again. What's the best thing on earth and free? You've guessed it, love.
2nd book. five people you meet in heaven. gave me a whole new perception about heaven. in this book, Heaven is actually a place in which you meet five people who explain things about your life and make sure you understand, and learn.
There was this particular part that i loved. "Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You cant see their smile or bring them food, or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens, Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it."
And to think that's one of the many parts that's thought provoking. For avid book lovers, you've gotta really get it and read it up.
Wow, didnt expect i'll talk so much. prolly to make up for the inability to speak over at malaysia. So i'll stop for now. tommorow then.
And so, i learnt, The way you handle love can actually affect what love does to you. So perhaps, i should open up my heart once again, and should love come, i'll handle it right.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
*growl*
Ah. Ever had one of those days that you actually planned not to sleep so that you can do more stuff than wasting your time making nonsensical dreams, and guess what, you end up dozing off.
That feeling sucks. like totally man. And i actually just woke from one of this unplanned naps. Sounds like pregnancy? they are pretty much the same, but of different magnitutes. ah whatever man.
Now chatting with a good pal of mine, and sure makes me feel happy hearing that he's now standing a very good chance of getting a girl that's definitely awesome to my clique. and should he succeeds, kudos to him.
ah im feeling lazy atm. btw i'll be off to malaysia for a few days. ill be back to update more.
Ah. Ever had one of those days that you actually planned not to sleep so that you can do more stuff than wasting your time making nonsensical dreams, and guess what, you end up dozing off.
That feeling sucks. like totally man. And i actually just woke from one of this unplanned naps. Sounds like pregnancy? they are pretty much the same, but of different magnitutes. ah whatever man.
Now chatting with a good pal of mine, and sure makes me feel happy hearing that he's now standing a very good chance of getting a girl that's definitely awesome to my clique. and should he succeeds, kudos to him.
ah im feeling lazy atm. btw i'll be off to malaysia for a few days. ill be back to update more.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
*a joke to share*
Alwights here goes.
It Ain't all that bad
A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom saw an envelope propped up prominently on the bed. the letter read:
Dear Mum, i eloped with my new boyfriend because i wanted to avoid a scene with you and dad.
John is the love of my life.
I love all his piercings, tattoos, beard and motorcycle clothes.
By the way, i'm pregnant.
John said that we will be very happy together.
he wants to have many more children with me.
Meanwhile, we'll pray that science will find a cure for Aids so john can get better.
Don't worry Mom, i'm 15 years old now and i know how to take care of myself.
One day, we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.
Your daughter, Judith.
PS: Mum, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk drawer. I love you! Call me when it's safe for me to come home. =)
Hurhurhur. okay.. maybe it isnt that funny as it is to me than for you. oh yea, if u find the joke pretty familiar, you probably read it in today's Newpaper.
Okay today, yea today, well, i learnt something that's could prove useful in my life. No, not a maths, but about myself. A friend pointed out to me that i'm actually very hot tempered.
Its true definitely. Most of the time during any games that's competitive. It just in my nature, that i love to win, or rather, that i play to win. Of course, hu doesnt likes to win? but for me, i sppose i love to win more than average people.
I believe im a determined person, in sports that is. and i hate giving up easily. this could be easily classified as a good character trait, but the thing is, it could ultimately be my downfall. I tend to abuse it, resulting me to play in a very aggresive manner, and end up hurting my opponents. Sometimes, i really admire those who can take losses easily.
Remember, in any event that are of competitive nature, be a graceful winner and avoid being a sore loser. and the keyboard malfuctions right now..
Nobody is perfect. I'm not nobody.
Alwights here goes.
It Ain't all that bad
A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom saw an envelope propped up prominently on the bed. the letter read:
Dear Mum, i eloped with my new boyfriend because i wanted to avoid a scene with you and dad.
John is the love of my life.
I love all his piercings, tattoos, beard and motorcycle clothes.
By the way, i'm pregnant.
John said that we will be very happy together.
he wants to have many more children with me.
Meanwhile, we'll pray that science will find a cure for Aids so john can get better.
Don't worry Mom, i'm 15 years old now and i know how to take care of myself.
One day, we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.
Your daughter, Judith.
PS: Mum, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk drawer. I love you! Call me when it's safe for me to come home. =)
Hurhurhur. okay.. maybe it isnt that funny as it is to me than for you. oh yea, if u find the joke pretty familiar, you probably read it in today's Newpaper.
Okay today, yea today, well, i learnt something that's could prove useful in my life. No, not a maths, but about myself. A friend pointed out to me that i'm actually very hot tempered.
Its true definitely. Most of the time during any games that's competitive. It just in my nature, that i love to win, or rather, that i play to win. Of course, hu doesnt likes to win? but for me, i sppose i love to win more than average people.
I believe im a determined person, in sports that is. and i hate giving up easily. this could be easily classified as a good character trait, but the thing is, it could ultimately be my downfall. I tend to abuse it, resulting me to play in a very aggresive manner, and end up hurting my opponents. Sometimes, i really admire those who can take losses easily.
Remember, in any event that are of competitive nature, be a graceful winner and avoid being a sore loser. and the keyboard malfuctions right now..
Nobody is perfect. I'm not nobody.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
*long lost*
Ah. *wipes away dust* . my blog definitely been inactive for a really really long time. cant help it man, commitment is a thing that i'm not able to offer. alwights so here i am, dong shang zai qi.
Well. a pretty average day i guess. stale and dull. but hey at least chinese o levels is over. not exactly over, but as long i get a B3, bygones shall stay as bygones. but should i fail to do so, the chinese demon shall be resurrected and i have to fight it all over again. alrights, i sppose i kinda step over the "lame" limit. anyways, that's my perception of chinese. Big, tall, monstrous, scary, and wadever evil or bad term u can find.
i sure feel good now. like a huge rock on my shoulders been lifted away by some merciful angels. oh yea, recently i've been hooked on to pool. man it's sure fun. the adrenaline rush whenever ur ball go in that tiny lil hole. and when i say the ball go in, i actually mean the coloured ball, not white ball =]
alwight this post is just to get ready my blog for more entries. i hope. my blog's still alive guys. stay tune.
Ah. *wipes away dust* . my blog definitely been inactive for a really really long time. cant help it man, commitment is a thing that i'm not able to offer. alwights so here i am, dong shang zai qi.
Well. a pretty average day i guess. stale and dull. but hey at least chinese o levels is over. not exactly over, but as long i get a B3, bygones shall stay as bygones. but should i fail to do so, the chinese demon shall be resurrected and i have to fight it all over again. alrights, i sppose i kinda step over the "lame" limit. anyways, that's my perception of chinese. Big, tall, monstrous, scary, and wadever evil or bad term u can find.
i sure feel good now. like a huge rock on my shoulders been lifted away by some merciful angels. oh yea, recently i've been hooked on to pool. man it's sure fun. the adrenaline rush whenever ur ball go in that tiny lil hole. and when i say the ball go in, i actually mean the coloured ball, not white ball =]
alwight this post is just to get ready my blog for more entries. i hope. my blog's still alive guys. stay tune.
Monday, April 25, 2005
*lapse of concentration*
Hmm.. been long it seems eh? Let's back track a little... Last entry reads: 4/4/05. my bad guys, been 21 days! Ahh, didnt have much to write lately. You know, you really need to have some sort of inspiration to write sometimes. Or maybe let your mind drift to a galaxy far far away often, so that you can come up crap to talk about.
Anyways, the reason why i didnt was i guess.. because of the game i'm currently super hooked on to. It is none other than Warcraft 3 : DoTa. Not only does it makes you hooked, it makes your mind go figuring out ways to counter this move, that move etc. Yes sounds like chinese chess. but way more fun. (if my dad see this, he'll prolly sigh and drop me a comment, wishing me to do the same to tackle those freaking maths questions)
You know sometimes, your body feels very tired but the smartest organ in you just refuse to comply with the physical needs of your body. Perhaps, mental needs come first. Well, it happened for me last night. There i was, rolling around in my bed, as thoughts after thoughts attacked me, one after another. Before you brush it off as some mental problems, hear me out.
Memories. good or bad, unforgettable or forgettable. doesnt matter. but one thing that's certain that once you have memories, it can never be erased.
I was reminisicing over my previous loves. All the sweet and bad ones. (i'm a balanced person). And i realised both actually hurts. It's pretty duh for bad ones, but for the sweet ones. why? Although it happened once, but the reality has it that you no longer get to relive such memories. Sigh yea?
Don't get me wrong. I believe i've totally got over them. But i guess its this phase now that i can bring back memories and indulge in the afterglow. Cool huh? Speaking of which, my love life's barren! Seriously there's no girl i can place my eyes on at the moment. Blessing? Maybe.
Alwight i know this entry kinda sucks, but hey just treat this entry as some CPR exercise. i'm trying to revive this poor blog of mine. lalala.. the keyboard spoils here.
sometimes, one can be happier with his ability to think taken away..
Hmm.. been long it seems eh? Let's back track a little... Last entry reads: 4/4/05. my bad guys, been 21 days! Ahh, didnt have much to write lately. You know, you really need to have some sort of inspiration to write sometimes. Or maybe let your mind drift to a galaxy far far away often, so that you can come up crap to talk about.
Anyways, the reason why i didnt was i guess.. because of the game i'm currently super hooked on to. It is none other than Warcraft 3 : DoTa. Not only does it makes you hooked, it makes your mind go figuring out ways to counter this move, that move etc. Yes sounds like chinese chess. but way more fun. (if my dad see this, he'll prolly sigh and drop me a comment, wishing me to do the same to tackle those freaking maths questions)
You know sometimes, your body feels very tired but the smartest organ in you just refuse to comply with the physical needs of your body. Perhaps, mental needs come first. Well, it happened for me last night. There i was, rolling around in my bed, as thoughts after thoughts attacked me, one after another. Before you brush it off as some mental problems, hear me out.
Memories. good or bad, unforgettable or forgettable. doesnt matter. but one thing that's certain that once you have memories, it can never be erased.
I was reminisicing over my previous loves. All the sweet and bad ones. (i'm a balanced person). And i realised both actually hurts. It's pretty duh for bad ones, but for the sweet ones. why? Although it happened once, but the reality has it that you no longer get to relive such memories. Sigh yea?
Don't get me wrong. I believe i've totally got over them. But i guess its this phase now that i can bring back memories and indulge in the afterglow. Cool huh? Speaking of which, my love life's barren! Seriously there's no girl i can place my eyes on at the moment. Blessing? Maybe.
Alwight i know this entry kinda sucks, but hey just treat this entry as some CPR exercise. i'm trying to revive this poor blog of mine. lalala.. the keyboard spoils here.
sometimes, one can be happier with his ability to think taken away..
Monday, April 04, 2005
*reality bites*
So after a lengthy wait in the queue finally ends, you hurriedly step right up to the counter, praying that the tickets wouldn't be sold out. Behind you are your bunch of pals, gazing upon you with those wishful pair of eyes, and there you go, the tickets are in your hands and you heave a sigh of relief. Hurrah.
Next you purchase your popc0rn and drinks, afraid to order the large and tempting looking size of Coke, for the fear of having to rush off to pee during the movie. (i still can't fathom out why leonard needs to go toilet all the time) And quietly, you hush your pals to their seats and eventually settle comfortably on your seat. The munching begins, and so does the movie.
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I've watched 3 movies lately, if im not wrong, within the previous 3 days. Swing girls, turn left turn right (on the teevee) and Be cool. Fortunately, all 3 movies are of good calibre and i certainly enjoy them throughly. Seriously, i would like to recommend Swing Girls to all of you guys. Sound cheesy eh the title? But nah, it's not some sex-related flick or whatsoever. Well, let me sum it up for you.. hmm, it's a comedy, packed with a little romance, coupled with some fantasy and great music. Jazz music that is. You really gotta catch it.
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You walked out, rather wobbly after two hours or so being immobile at your seat. And here's when the biting part comes in. (taking into effect that the movie is good one). You realise the show's over, yea, The End. And you wish it would continue on and play the happy moments. but sometimes in life, too much is not good, and so the producer of the movie played his cards right by not extending the ending too much. Sigh, so you dragged ur unwilling legs to the rest room, and start dreaming with nostalgia of the carefree life and the happy moments the characters in the movie had. And the nostalgia lingers on...
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Well, that's how i felt after watching swing girls. Man, i wish i'm in the show, living the life of the main character or something. Everything was so picture perfect, so beautiful, and so fantastic. And the romance part, omg the girl was drop dead gorgeous. (jap gals still tip top number one!) But then my smart alec brain decides to make me figure out what's reality and what's not. And with that, i landed from the sky down to earth with a loud thud. ouch. that's life for you, sadly.
Remember matrix? "everything that has a beginning has an end" Uh well, it kinda makes me feel better saying so. So true love has an end? I'm confused.
I've bumped into my ex twice lately i think. It definitely ain't a nice feeling. I find it so hard to say even a "hi" to her. One thing i would really wanna figure out is what causes a once love birds to turn out this way after tis process called "break up". Is love such a magical force? Ah, whatever..
I hope you'll turn right when i turn left..
So after a lengthy wait in the queue finally ends, you hurriedly step right up to the counter, praying that the tickets wouldn't be sold out. Behind you are your bunch of pals, gazing upon you with those wishful pair of eyes, and there you go, the tickets are in your hands and you heave a sigh of relief. Hurrah.
Next you purchase your popc0rn and drinks, afraid to order the large and tempting looking size of Coke, for the fear of having to rush off to pee during the movie. (i still can't fathom out why leonard needs to go toilet all the time) And quietly, you hush your pals to their seats and eventually settle comfortably on your seat. The munching begins, and so does the movie.
__
I've watched 3 movies lately, if im not wrong, within the previous 3 days. Swing girls, turn left turn right (on the teevee) and Be cool. Fortunately, all 3 movies are of good calibre and i certainly enjoy them throughly. Seriously, i would like to recommend Swing Girls to all of you guys. Sound cheesy eh the title? But nah, it's not some sex-related flick or whatsoever. Well, let me sum it up for you.. hmm, it's a comedy, packed with a little romance, coupled with some fantasy and great music. Jazz music that is. You really gotta catch it.
__
You walked out, rather wobbly after two hours or so being immobile at your seat. And here's when the biting part comes in. (taking into effect that the movie is good one). You realise the show's over, yea, The End. And you wish it would continue on and play the happy moments. but sometimes in life, too much is not good, and so the producer of the movie played his cards right by not extending the ending too much. Sigh, so you dragged ur unwilling legs to the rest room, and start dreaming with nostalgia of the carefree life and the happy moments the characters in the movie had. And the nostalgia lingers on...
__
Well, that's how i felt after watching swing girls. Man, i wish i'm in the show, living the life of the main character or something. Everything was so picture perfect, so beautiful, and so fantastic. And the romance part, omg the girl was drop dead gorgeous. (jap gals still tip top number one!) But then my smart alec brain decides to make me figure out what's reality and what's not. And with that, i landed from the sky down to earth with a loud thud. ouch. that's life for you, sadly.
Remember matrix? "everything that has a beginning has an end" Uh well, it kinda makes me feel better saying so. So true love has an end? I'm confused.
I've bumped into my ex twice lately i think. It definitely ain't a nice feeling. I find it so hard to say even a "hi" to her. One thing i would really wanna figure out is what causes a once love birds to turn out this way after tis process called "break up". Is love such a magical force? Ah, whatever..
I hope you'll turn right when i turn left..
Monday, March 28, 2005
*an awakening*
Yohoo! How's everybody? *looks around* Sigh. I'm not a guy whos good at writing introduction of any sorts. So do pardon my attempt. But anyways, thanks yili for reminding me to constantly update my blog. Oh yea, my blog wanna say thanks to you too, for appreciating him. =)
Alrights, what have i been up to lately? Yeap, i've just finished reading a novel, by the name of... "tuesdays with morrie". Yeah yeah, i definitely do not think i appear as a guy who loves to read, but hey, seriously, i think reading is fun. Like what my Primary School teacher advised us, "To do well in English, you just have to read, read and read. There's no need for assessments" And to reinforce his point, i guess what he meant by read is to read books that are well.. full of vocabularly and good grammer usage. To all my guy buddies out there, i don't mean FHM or Maxim. ;)
Moving on, what's this book about? About the author's experience of being with his mentor. Apparently, his mentor was hit with some sort of muscle problem, yea u guessed it, it's a terminal illness. And in this novel, the author talks about what his mentor taught him about life before he slowly literally wither away.
This is a real story. But what makes it rather unbelievable is the way the author portrayed his mentor in this novel. In it, his mentor was able to live off his final months with a positive and optimistic mood. And his final days weren't like the normal days he had previously, it was full of suffering with his ability to walk etc. robbed.
*touchwood* Now just imagine, you're unable to move, to do the things u like, and have to be super dependent on others, and having to go through all this just to await for your death. The question is, are you able to be cheerful throughout it?
The man was. In fact, he claimed to be lucky. Perfectionists and pessimists will probably compare themselves to people who are above them, or rather , luckier than them. Yeap those who still get to live, do whatever they want etc. But little did they know, there are people who just had their life taken away by the means of bad accident etc. So before you start grumbling how you can't afford that "oh-mi-gosh! latest playstation console", think about those poor kids who can't afford that bottle of coke that u consume everyday.
Enough nagging. I seriously think i make a good nagger. And yea do post a comment or two, or maybe just tag at my shout box. Alwighty? aut before i go, i kinda like this question that the author's mentor asked. And perhaps you can think about it?
"What are we embarrased by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
Yohoo! How's everybody? *looks around* Sigh. I'm not a guy whos good at writing introduction of any sorts. So do pardon my attempt. But anyways, thanks yili for reminding me to constantly update my blog. Oh yea, my blog wanna say thanks to you too, for appreciating him. =)
Alrights, what have i been up to lately? Yeap, i've just finished reading a novel, by the name of... "tuesdays with morrie". Yeah yeah, i definitely do not think i appear as a guy who loves to read, but hey, seriously, i think reading is fun. Like what my Primary School teacher advised us, "To do well in English, you just have to read, read and read. There's no need for assessments" And to reinforce his point, i guess what he meant by read is to read books that are well.. full of vocabularly and good grammer usage. To all my guy buddies out there, i don't mean FHM or Maxim. ;)
Moving on, what's this book about? About the author's experience of being with his mentor. Apparently, his mentor was hit with some sort of muscle problem, yea u guessed it, it's a terminal illness. And in this novel, the author talks about what his mentor taught him about life before he slowly literally wither away.
This is a real story. But what makes it rather unbelievable is the way the author portrayed his mentor in this novel. In it, his mentor was able to live off his final months with a positive and optimistic mood. And his final days weren't like the normal days he had previously, it was full of suffering with his ability to walk etc. robbed.
*touchwood* Now just imagine, you're unable to move, to do the things u like, and have to be super dependent on others, and having to go through all this just to await for your death. The question is, are you able to be cheerful throughout it?
The man was. In fact, he claimed to be lucky. Perfectionists and pessimists will probably compare themselves to people who are above them, or rather , luckier than them. Yeap those who still get to live, do whatever they want etc. But little did they know, there are people who just had their life taken away by the means of bad accident etc. So before you start grumbling how you can't afford that "oh-mi-gosh! latest playstation console", think about those poor kids who can't afford that bottle of coke that u consume everyday.
Enough nagging. I seriously think i make a good nagger. And yea do post a comment or two, or maybe just tag at my shout box. Alwighty? aut before i go, i kinda like this question that the author's mentor asked. And perhaps you can think about it?
"What are we embarrased by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
*an awakening*
Yohoo! How's everybody? *looks around* Sigh. I'm not a guy whos good at writing introduction of any sorts. So do pardon my attempt. But anyways, thanks yili for reminding me to constantly update my blog. Oh yea, my blog wanna say thanks to you too, for appreciating him. =)
Alrights, what have i been up to lately? Yeap, i've just finished reading a novel, by the name of... "tuesdays with morrie". Yeah yeah, i definitely do not think i appear as a guy who loves to read, but hey, seriously, i think reading is fun. Like what my Primary School teacher advised us, "To do well in English, you just have to read, read and read. There's no need for assessments" And to reinforce his point, i guess what he meant by read is to read books that are well.. full of vocabularly and good grammer usage. To all my guy buddies out there, i don't mean FHM or Maxim. ;)
Moving on, what's this book about? About the author's experience of being with his mentor. Apparently, his mentor was hit with some sort of muscle problem, yea u guessed it, it's a terminal illness. And in this novel, the author talks about what his mentor taught him about life before he slowly literally wither away.
This is a real story. But what makes it rather unbelievable is the way the author portrayed his mentor in this novel. In it, his mentor was able to live off his final months with a positive and optimistic mood. And his final days weren't like the normal days he had previously, it was full of suffering with his ability to walk etc. robbed.
*touchwood* Now just imagine, you're unable to move, to do the things u like, and have to be super dependent on others, and having to go through all this just to await for your death. The question is, are you able to be cheerful throughout it?
The man was. In fact, he claimed to be lucky. Perfectionists and pessimists will probably compare themselves to people who are above them, or rather , luckier than them. Yeap those who still get to live, do whatever they want etc. But little did they know, there are people who just had their life taken away by the means of bad accident etc. So before you start grumbling how you can't afford that "oh-mi-gosh! latest playstation console", think about those poor kids who can't afford that bottle of coke that u consume everyday.
Enough nagging. I seriously think i make a good nagger. And yea do post a comment or two, or maybe just tag at my shout box. Alwighty? aut before i go, i kinda like this question that the author's mentor asked. And perhaps you can think about it?
"What are we embarrased by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
Yohoo! How's everybody? *looks around* Sigh. I'm not a guy whos good at writing introduction of any sorts. So do pardon my attempt. But anyways, thanks yili for reminding me to constantly update my blog. Oh yea, my blog wanna say thanks to you too, for appreciating him. =)
Alrights, what have i been up to lately? Yeap, i've just finished reading a novel, by the name of... "tuesdays with morrie". Yeah yeah, i definitely do not think i appear as a guy who loves to read, but hey, seriously, i think reading is fun. Like what my Primary School teacher advised us, "To do well in English, you just have to read, read and read. There's no need for assessments" And to reinforce his point, i guess what he meant by read is to read books that are well.. full of vocabularly and good grammer usage. To all my guy buddies out there, i don't mean FHM or Maxim. ;)
Moving on, what's this book about? About the author's experience of being with his mentor. Apparently, his mentor was hit with some sort of muscle problem, yea u guessed it, it's a terminal illness. And in this novel, the author talks about what his mentor taught him about life before he slowly literally wither away.
This is a real story. But what makes it rather unbelievable is the way the author portrayed his mentor in this novel. In it, his mentor was able to live off his final months with a positive and optimistic mood. And his final days weren't like the normal days he had previously, it was full of suffering with his ability to walk etc. robbed.
*touchwood* Now just imagine, you're unable to move, to do the things u like, and have to be super dependent on others, and having to go through all this just to await for your death. The question is, are you able to be cheerful throughout it?
The man was. In fact, he claimed to be lucky. Perfectionists and pessimists will probably compare themselves to people who are above them, or rather , luckier than them. Yeap those who still get to live, do whatever they want etc. But little did they know, there are people who just had their life taken away by the means of bad accident etc. So before you start grumbling how you can't afford that "oh-mi-gosh! latest playstation console", think about those poor kids who can't afford that bottle of coke that u consume everyday.
Enough nagging. I seriously think i make a good nagger. And yea do post a comment or two, or maybe just tag at my shout box. Alwighty? aut before i go, i kinda like this question that the author's mentor asked. And perhaps you can think about it?
"What are we embarrased by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
*an awakening*
Yohoo! How's everybody? *looks around* Sigh. I'm not a guy whos good at writing introduction of any sorts. So do pardon my attempt. But anyways, thanks yili for reminding me to constantly update my blog. Oh yea, my blog wanna say thanks to you too, for appreciating him. =)
Alrights, what have i been up to lately? Yeap, i've just finished reading a novel, by the name of... "tuesdays with morrie". Yeah yeah, i definitely do not think i appear as a guy who loves to read, but hey, seriously, i think reading is fun. Like what my Primary School teacher advised us, "To do well in English, you just have to read, read and read. There's no need for assessments" And to reinforce his point, i guess what he meant by read is to read books that are well.. full of vocabularly and good grammer usage. To all my guy buddies out there, i don't mean FHM or Maxim. ;)
Moving on, what's this book about? About the author's experience of being with his mentor. Apparently, his mentor was hit with some sort of muscle problem, yea u guessed it, it's a terminal illness. And in this novel, the author talks about what his mentor taught him about life before he slowly literally wither away.
This is a real story. But what makes it rather unbelievable is the way the author portrayed his mentor in this novel. In it, his mentor was able to live off his final months with a positive and optimistic mood. And his final days weren't like the normal days he had previously, it was full of suffering with his ability to walk etc. robbed.
*touchwood* Now just imagine, you're unable to move, to do the things u like, and have to be super dependent on others, and having to go through all this just to await for your death. The question is, are you able to be cheerful throughout it?
The man was. In fact, he claimed to be lucky. Perfectionists and pessimists will probably compare themselves to people who are above them, or rather , luckier than them. Yeap those who still get to live, do whatever they want etc. But little did they know, there are people who just had their life taken away by the means of bad accident etc. So before you start grumbling how you can't afford that "oh-mi-gosh! latest playstation console", think about those poor kids who can't afford that bottle of coke that u consume everyday.
Enough nagging. I seriously think i make a good nagger. And yea do post a comment or two, or maybe just tag at my shout box. Alwighty? aut before i go, i kinda like this question that the author's mentor asked. And perhaps you can think about it?
"What are we embarrased by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
Yohoo! How's everybody? *looks around* Sigh. I'm not a guy whos good at writing introduction of any sorts. So do pardon my attempt. But anyways, thanks yili for reminding me to constantly update my blog. Oh yea, my blog wanna say thanks to you too, for appreciating him. =)
Alrights, what have i been up to lately? Yeap, i've just finished reading a novel, by the name of... "tuesdays with morrie". Yeah yeah, i definitely do not think i appear as a guy who loves to read, but hey, seriously, i think reading is fun. Like what my Primary School teacher advised us, "To do well in English, you just have to read, read and read. There's no need for assessments" And to reinforce his point, i guess what he meant by read is to read books that are well.. full of vocabularly and good grammer usage. To all my guy buddies out there, i don't mean FHM or Maxim. ;)
Moving on, what's this book about? About the author's experience of being with his mentor. Apparently, his mentor was hit with some sort of muscle problem, yea u guessed it, it's a terminal illness. And in this novel, the author talks about what his mentor taught him about life before he slowly literally wither away.
This is a real story. But what makes it rather unbelievable is the way the author portrayed his mentor in this novel. In it, his mentor was able to live off his final months with a positive and optimistic mood. And his final days weren't like the normal days he had previously, it was full of suffering with his ability to walk etc. robbed.
*touchwood* Now just imagine, you're unable to move, to do the things u like, and have to be super dependent on others, and having to go through all this just to await for your death. The question is, are you able to be cheerful throughout it?
The man was. In fact, he claimed to be lucky. Perfectionists and pessimists will probably compare themselves to people who are above them, or rather , luckier than them. Yeap those who still get to live, do whatever they want etc. But little did they know, there are people who just had their life taken away by the means of bad accident etc. So before you start grumbling how you can't afford that "oh-mi-gosh! latest playstation console", think about those poor kids who can't afford that bottle of coke that u consume everyday.
Enough nagging. I seriously think i make a good nagger. And yea do post a comment or two, or maybe just tag at my shout box. Alwighty? aut before i go, i kinda like this question that the author's mentor asked. And perhaps you can think about it?
"What are we embarrased by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
Monday, March 21, 2005
*overwhelmed*
Hey all! as usual, i'm here to apologise for the failure to update regularly. Really, the holidays have been pretty boring for me, and im not a guy who likes to blog about what I did exactly during the day, hmm, maybe i just rather to talk about my feelings. Anyway, i'm gonna blog about the best school reopening i ever had. And i hope u'll take the time to read what i have to say.
The score was 3 - nil. 3 freaking goals conceded, at only half time. Terrible trashing it really seems. Nope, not for the opposition, but for us. It's really seldom that we got outclassed that badly. And i know, the fault lies in me, i failed to do what i can do, i failed to motivate myself, let alone others, and i failed in my physical endurance. (i was nursing a fever when i played).
I looked upon others, my friends and my class's supporters. Perhaps second to laughter, eye contact brings two souls closest to each other. I sensed that they already got all the consolation words ready, despite the game only at half time. Naturally, i felt really defeated.. really battered.
I dragged my stubborn legs across the field and towards the canteen for a break. And i just went to sit aside from all my other teammates, i really needed to be alone. Even the stupidiest of man will feel the mood among us. We went with the flow, and felt that the game was long over.
the half time was five minutes, unfortunately, due to time constraints. And for the 1st time in my entire life, so many things happened in this mere five minutes, in my mind that is. It was a raging and fierce battle, basically the fight between good and the evil. One side of me wanted to give up, another side told me that, i can still clinch it, i just need to seek inspiration.
How? Where? Who on earth can inspire me? And then i thought. For a moment. Nope, i won't rely on any love interest to inspire me anymore, i need something more, something much much more.
My mum came first.. It's really strange but i can feel that she's telling me not to give up. and that my team needs me to turn the tables against the odds.And before you use the word "possessed" on me, nope, u should use "fortunate" instead. My mum may have passed away, but still, the bond between us is still there. And for that, i'm really glad.
One thing led to another, and then i recalled. Earlier on, i read the Newpaper, and on the cover page, there was the review of the match between Liverpool vs Everton. For your information, this was a do-or-die match as Liverpool needed to beat them in order to salvage their hopes in making the cut for Champions League. And yeap, Liverpool's my boyhood club, i supported them since young. Guess what? they won! Despite playing with 10 men that is. They fought and fought, braved the winds, and eventually beat Everton 2-1. That alone, was another major inspiration to me.
Of course there are many more, from my track and field coach, (i'm still sore for not thanking him during his farewell party. Stupid ngee ann, why didnt they extend his contract? fools.) and to my dream. I always thought of being the guy to pull my team out of the pits, to motivate them , and be the inspiration. Of course, the match wasnt of the same magnitude as Singapore vs Indonesia or the Liverpool match, but still, the theory "small things lead to bigger things" apply. And my dream really came true.
"Preeeeeeeet!" The whistle blew. Like a suddenly-possessed man, i ran around, trying to start the resurrection of our team. They were overconfident, really, but it was inevitable, they were 3-0 up! And dang, my shot went in.
Somehow, for a reason or another, they failed to realise that their overconfidence is starting to work against them. Never mind, like a see saw, we made sure they were going down, and we're going up. Our brute and growing determination enabled us to capitalise on their mistakes.
More goals went in. One after another. Our team finally played what we are capable of playing all along. Never ever underestimate the power of the mind. They scored one back, we roared back even louder via the means of more goals. From 3 down to them, we defeated them with the score of 5-4. What a comeback. What a fightback.
I always thought such comeback only happens in movies etc, and the saying "nothing is impossible" is fake. But i dare say, from today's experience, everything is possible if you try. One time may not be enough, so may the 2nd and 3rd try, but you just have to keep on trying. And i proved it today.
And last but not least, i would like to add that such comeback need not happen only during a soccer match or any other sport games. It can also happen in various part of your lives. Often in life, there'll be moments you'll feel down, battered, defeated, but still, the ability to stand back up, is yours to lose, yours to make use of.
And so i end here. If you do really read till the very end, i thank you for your time.
ps: to my teammates, thanks man.
Hey all! as usual, i'm here to apologise for the failure to update regularly. Really, the holidays have been pretty boring for me, and im not a guy who likes to blog about what I did exactly during the day, hmm, maybe i just rather to talk about my feelings. Anyway, i'm gonna blog about the best school reopening i ever had. And i hope u'll take the time to read what i have to say.
The score was 3 - nil. 3 freaking goals conceded, at only half time. Terrible trashing it really seems. Nope, not for the opposition, but for us. It's really seldom that we got outclassed that badly. And i know, the fault lies in me, i failed to do what i can do, i failed to motivate myself, let alone others, and i failed in my physical endurance. (i was nursing a fever when i played).
I looked upon others, my friends and my class's supporters. Perhaps second to laughter, eye contact brings two souls closest to each other. I sensed that they already got all the consolation words ready, despite the game only at half time. Naturally, i felt really defeated.. really battered.
I dragged my stubborn legs across the field and towards the canteen for a break. And i just went to sit aside from all my other teammates, i really needed to be alone. Even the stupidiest of man will feel the mood among us. We went with the flow, and felt that the game was long over.
the half time was five minutes, unfortunately, due to time constraints. And for the 1st time in my entire life, so many things happened in this mere five minutes, in my mind that is. It was a raging and fierce battle, basically the fight between good and the evil. One side of me wanted to give up, another side told me that, i can still clinch it, i just need to seek inspiration.
How? Where? Who on earth can inspire me? And then i thought. For a moment. Nope, i won't rely on any love interest to inspire me anymore, i need something more, something much much more.
My mum came first.. It's really strange but i can feel that she's telling me not to give up. and that my team needs me to turn the tables against the odds.And before you use the word "possessed" on me, nope, u should use "fortunate" instead. My mum may have passed away, but still, the bond between us is still there. And for that, i'm really glad.
One thing led to another, and then i recalled. Earlier on, i read the Newpaper, and on the cover page, there was the review of the match between Liverpool vs Everton. For your information, this was a do-or-die match as Liverpool needed to beat them in order to salvage their hopes in making the cut for Champions League. And yeap, Liverpool's my boyhood club, i supported them since young. Guess what? they won! Despite playing with 10 men that is. They fought and fought, braved the winds, and eventually beat Everton 2-1. That alone, was another major inspiration to me.
Of course there are many more, from my track and field coach, (i'm still sore for not thanking him during his farewell party. Stupid ngee ann, why didnt they extend his contract? fools.) and to my dream. I always thought of being the guy to pull my team out of the pits, to motivate them , and be the inspiration. Of course, the match wasnt of the same magnitude as Singapore vs Indonesia or the Liverpool match, but still, the theory "small things lead to bigger things" apply. And my dream really came true.
"Preeeeeeeet!" The whistle blew. Like a suddenly-possessed man, i ran around, trying to start the resurrection of our team. They were overconfident, really, but it was inevitable, they were 3-0 up! And dang, my shot went in.
Somehow, for a reason or another, they failed to realise that their overconfidence is starting to work against them. Never mind, like a see saw, we made sure they were going down, and we're going up. Our brute and growing determination enabled us to capitalise on their mistakes.
More goals went in. One after another. Our team finally played what we are capable of playing all along. Never ever underestimate the power of the mind. They scored one back, we roared back even louder via the means of more goals. From 3 down to them, we defeated them with the score of 5-4. What a comeback. What a fightback.
I always thought such comeback only happens in movies etc, and the saying "nothing is impossible" is fake. But i dare say, from today's experience, everything is possible if you try. One time may not be enough, so may the 2nd and 3rd try, but you just have to keep on trying. And i proved it today.
And last but not least, i would like to add that such comeback need not happen only during a soccer match or any other sport games. It can also happen in various part of your lives. Often in life, there'll be moments you'll feel down, battered, defeated, but still, the ability to stand back up, is yours to lose, yours to make use of.
And so i end here. If you do really read till the very end, i thank you for your time.
ps: to my teammates, thanks man.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
*the tough gets going*
Hey all, i'm back from ipoh, after spending my life's longest 3 days definitely. And i would really like to take this chance to thank all of you guys for your good wishes and concern. Seriously, im touched at the amount of good pals i have.. even my form teacher came to my house to drop me a note, asking me should i need help, i can look for her. All this proves that there's love in this world.. and i'm glad to realise that.
Believe it or not.. i'm really at a loss of words at the moment.. im pleasantly surprised at the words of consolation from all of you guys.. of coz, i will take these words and propel me forward in my life.
Listen guys, i'm a living example of not being able to tell your mom how much u love her till it's too late. My story isn't some possibly made up story u can find in the net or wadsoever.. mine's true.. 100% true.
I truly regret for not being able to be dere for my mom, even for weeks or months before her death, let alone the moment she passed away. Now that everything's over.. the least i can do now is to fulfill what my mom wrote to me before she chose to leave us.
But nope, its not the same for you guys. you've got time on your hands, so go right up and tell your parents u love them. And yeap cherish everything you love and any other things that would change your life should they disappear. Don't ever ever follow in my foot steps.
*Always remember, it's your mother whom granted you the ability to love, the ability to do things you like in life. how? by undergoing 9 months of pain. Be thankful*
Hey all, i'm back from ipoh, after spending my life's longest 3 days definitely. And i would really like to take this chance to thank all of you guys for your good wishes and concern. Seriously, im touched at the amount of good pals i have.. even my form teacher came to my house to drop me a note, asking me should i need help, i can look for her. All this proves that there's love in this world.. and i'm glad to realise that.
Believe it or not.. i'm really at a loss of words at the moment.. im pleasantly surprised at the words of consolation from all of you guys.. of coz, i will take these words and propel me forward in my life.
Listen guys, i'm a living example of not being able to tell your mom how much u love her till it's too late. My story isn't some possibly made up story u can find in the net or wadsoever.. mine's true.. 100% true.
I truly regret for not being able to be dere for my mom, even for weeks or months before her death, let alone the moment she passed away. Now that everything's over.. the least i can do now is to fulfill what my mom wrote to me before she chose to leave us.
But nope, its not the same for you guys. you've got time on your hands, so go right up and tell your parents u love them. And yeap cherish everything you love and any other things that would change your life should they disappear. Don't ever ever follow in my foot steps.
*Always remember, it's your mother whom granted you the ability to love, the ability to do things you like in life. how? by undergoing 9 months of pain. Be thankful*
Friday, March 04, 2005
*grief. pain.*
I've got no idea what i should say right now. I just feel really wretched and consumed by guilt. I'm gonna be open about this, my mother has just passed away today..
Death hits everyone eventually.. i know that, and i'll keep that fact to remain strong. But i just really feel freaking pissed as in.. why can't I get to see her one last time alive.. or at least give me some time to get a good job, make grand kids for her. Why deprive me of this chance..
I'll be off to ipoh for a few days. I dont noe what'll happen to me. Maybe it's another part of life. A part that hurts really badly.
-please.. appear in my dream and give me your final words*
I've got no idea what i should say right now. I just feel really wretched and consumed by guilt. I'm gonna be open about this, my mother has just passed away today..
Death hits everyone eventually.. i know that, and i'll keep that fact to remain strong. But i just really feel freaking pissed as in.. why can't I get to see her one last time alive.. or at least give me some time to get a good job, make grand kids for her. Why deprive me of this chance..
I'll be off to ipoh for a few days. I dont noe what'll happen to me. Maybe it's another part of life. A part that hurts really badly.
-please.. appear in my dream and give me your final words*
Saturday, February 26, 2005
*i'm lost*
It has been tiring. 16 years of walking down the seemingly never ending path. Not exactly path really, more like a giant road that has near infinite amount of fork roads. However, nobody sane will bother to figure out the total number of ways, let alone take all the path. It's just impossible. Time's not a constant.
I hate walking alone, though it had happened before, but some of the prominient figures i can remember are my parents, whom guided me when i was a quarter of my age. Sometimes i wish i can walk with them forever, be the young kid that cries whenever he wants anything, be it some toys or some affection. But no, things have to change, i have to move on.
There's something exceptionally strange about this road. the more you walk, the more you grow, learn and discover. From the land of baby toys, into a winding and narrow path of love. Confusing and misleading. Vines on the ground trip you, pricks on the side wall scars you, and a big giant hole that takes years to climb out of. The worst memories of my life was a result of me falling into the hole twice.
Dozens of helping hand could be seen at the end of the southwards tunnel that lost light. They helped me out, offered me help and made me get back on my feet. They are none other, my band of brothers, my trusted friends. Now onto the road of partying and gaming.
A strong gust of wind blew him aside. Into the most creepy of roads he ever seen. Thunders filled up the whole sky as he peered down at the awesome amount of forkroads right in front of him.
No more parents, lovers, friends to lead you. Now its on my own, my very own. What should i choose, where should i go, how will i end up like? Will I be proud on the day this path ends?
It has been tiring. 16 years of walking down the seemingly never ending path. Not exactly path really, more like a giant road that has near infinite amount of fork roads. However, nobody sane will bother to figure out the total number of ways, let alone take all the path. It's just impossible. Time's not a constant.
I hate walking alone, though it had happened before, but some of the prominient figures i can remember are my parents, whom guided me when i was a quarter of my age. Sometimes i wish i can walk with them forever, be the young kid that cries whenever he wants anything, be it some toys or some affection. But no, things have to change, i have to move on.
There's something exceptionally strange about this road. the more you walk, the more you grow, learn and discover. From the land of baby toys, into a winding and narrow path of love. Confusing and misleading. Vines on the ground trip you, pricks on the side wall scars you, and a big giant hole that takes years to climb out of. The worst memories of my life was a result of me falling into the hole twice.
Dozens of helping hand could be seen at the end of the southwards tunnel that lost light. They helped me out, offered me help and made me get back on my feet. They are none other, my band of brothers, my trusted friends. Now onto the road of partying and gaming.
A strong gust of wind blew him aside. Into the most creepy of roads he ever seen. Thunders filled up the whole sky as he peered down at the awesome amount of forkroads right in front of him.
No more parents, lovers, friends to lead you. Now its on my own, my very own. What should i choose, where should i go, how will i end up like? Will I be proud on the day this path ends?
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
*A silent repent*
Five stars and still counting,
only after a thousand can the path reappear,
the notion of home, keeps him going,
yet the anguish, cost him a tear.
Thirteen stars served as a reminder,
a wicked mirror, a ruthless him
a battered ego, a surrender
crestfallen, he bowed down to jealousy
Now twenty eight, he tried to conceal,
his second nature, his second form
A shirk of terror, fulfilled his fear
despite what, he refused to conform
A hundred soon, nine such number to go
swept by darkness, he ain't gonna leave
till the sinister in him, starts to grow
into purest of pure, clarity white
And he's better off left in the darkness.
~~~
Ah what the heck. Just some thoughts of mine. Never ever let jealousy take control of you. Don't hide it, don't conceal it. Face it and eliminate it. I'm still learning how to do so.
Five stars and still counting,
only after a thousand can the path reappear,
the notion of home, keeps him going,
yet the anguish, cost him a tear.
Thirteen stars served as a reminder,
a wicked mirror, a ruthless him
a battered ego, a surrender
crestfallen, he bowed down to jealousy
Now twenty eight, he tried to conceal,
his second nature, his second form
A shirk of terror, fulfilled his fear
despite what, he refused to conform
A hundred soon, nine such number to go
swept by darkness, he ain't gonna leave
till the sinister in him, starts to grow
into purest of pure, clarity white
And he's better off left in the darkness.
~~~
Ah what the heck. Just some thoughts of mine. Never ever let jealousy take control of you. Don't hide it, don't conceal it. Face it and eliminate it. I'm still learning how to do so.
Monday, February 14, 2005
*ine valent*
He sighed. The sight of his friend having a sunken heart beneath a big wide grin saddens him. Has love evolved into a painful experience instead? Perhaps love has just decided to give up on a selected few. and that includes him. he's all alone on valentine's day, for the 16th time.
Alrights, it wasnt that bad afterall. Just a rather cold empty feeling. but all he has to do to get rid of that mentally exhausting notion is to reaffirm his belief in staying in single. Freedom and friends are placed right at the top.
No point staying at home, listening to sappy love songs and groaning all day long. He figured out it might be better off spending time with friends, catching movie or something. Valentine's day is an internationally recognised friendship day afterall.
Deep down, he knew that a movie about romance ain't gonna work very well for him. thankfully the show's more a comedy than some chick flick, well whatever, he enjoyed the show.
Seeing couples was hurting. Somehow, he just somehow "imagined" that there's joyful angels above each and every couple's head. Two of them above each couple. One boy and a girl. The girl's holding two little hearts, and the boy cheekily aiming his cupid arrow right through both of them. Painfully sweet.
his walk home was depressing. Unwanted memories just reappeared in his mind uninvited. He tried, to defend himself from those hurting memories. Memories can really be some double edged sword. When you're in love, those memories are sweet, yet on the other hand, when you're out of love, the once-sweet memories haunt.
One of the memories was of a girl telling him that... "If you ever manage to catch a fallen leaf, make a wish, and it'll come true" A pity that the falling leaves were too far away, and way too short of the given time for him to react.. He contemplated going under a nearby tree, and not leave till he manage to catch one. It was probably fruitless tho, like love, it can't be forced. But given the opportunity, he would sincerely wish for love to be sweet and fulfilling for everyone.
Just few more hours to go, and all will be fine. A good night sleep will erase all that's hurting at the moment. And when the clock hits 12.00, he still has 364 days to make in time for next year's valentine day. will he? or will he not? he'll have to wait and see.
~~~
Happy Valentine's day all! And to all my pals, i love you all, and till death do us part baby =x (my blog's a year old btw =)
He sighed. The sight of his friend having a sunken heart beneath a big wide grin saddens him. Has love evolved into a painful experience instead? Perhaps love has just decided to give up on a selected few. and that includes him. he's all alone on valentine's day, for the 16th time.
Alrights, it wasnt that bad afterall. Just a rather cold empty feeling. but all he has to do to get rid of that mentally exhausting notion is to reaffirm his belief in staying in single. Freedom and friends are placed right at the top.
No point staying at home, listening to sappy love songs and groaning all day long. He figured out it might be better off spending time with friends, catching movie or something. Valentine's day is an internationally recognised friendship day afterall.
Deep down, he knew that a movie about romance ain't gonna work very well for him. thankfully the show's more a comedy than some chick flick, well whatever, he enjoyed the show.
Seeing couples was hurting. Somehow, he just somehow "imagined" that there's joyful angels above each and every couple's head. Two of them above each couple. One boy and a girl. The girl's holding two little hearts, and the boy cheekily aiming his cupid arrow right through both of them. Painfully sweet.
his walk home was depressing. Unwanted memories just reappeared in his mind uninvited. He tried, to defend himself from those hurting memories. Memories can really be some double edged sword. When you're in love, those memories are sweet, yet on the other hand, when you're out of love, the once-sweet memories haunt.
One of the memories was of a girl telling him that... "If you ever manage to catch a fallen leaf, make a wish, and it'll come true" A pity that the falling leaves were too far away, and way too short of the given time for him to react.. He contemplated going under a nearby tree, and not leave till he manage to catch one. It was probably fruitless tho, like love, it can't be forced. But given the opportunity, he would sincerely wish for love to be sweet and fulfilling for everyone.
Just few more hours to go, and all will be fine. A good night sleep will erase all that's hurting at the moment. And when the clock hits 12.00, he still has 364 days to make in time for next year's valentine day. will he? or will he not? he'll have to wait and see.
~~~
Happy Valentine's day all! And to all my pals, i love you all, and till death do us part baby =x (my blog's a year old btw =)
Sunday, February 06, 2005
*dead man walking*
Deep in his mind, there's a blank. Nothing much more than the image of resting at home after one long day at work, savouring a nice can of beer and watching the week's soccer.
And all that separates him from his home sweet home is a road. A massive road indeed. And of course, its being made huge so as to accodomate the number of cars.
Whatever it is, "soccer" and "beer" stuck on in his mind.
Perhaps lady luck finally chose to smile on him that day. The road was surprisingly empty. He turned his head towards right, then went on to survey the left. "Whoa, why issit empty?" he questioned himself. Normally, it'll be so jam packed that he'll have difficulty crossing. Nevertheless, the soccer beer thing lingered on.
He took the very first step, with impatience. Apparently, he's a huge fan of soccer and his favourtie team is playing against of all teams, Chelsea. "Darn, i need to be there so that Liverpool will win tonight"
The road suddenly seem to be neverending then, he decided to quicken his steps, and eventually he ran in the direction of his home. It is only then he got shockly knocked down, back on earth.
The car honked incredily loud and hurting. Little did he know the car was swerving in at top speed. With a second left to do anything else, he chose to stay still, rooted to the ground.
~~~~~
Bla bla bla, just some thoughts.
Deep in his mind, there's a blank. Nothing much more than the image of resting at home after one long day at work, savouring a nice can of beer and watching the week's soccer.
And all that separates him from his home sweet home is a road. A massive road indeed. And of course, its being made huge so as to accodomate the number of cars.
Whatever it is, "soccer" and "beer" stuck on in his mind.
Perhaps lady luck finally chose to smile on him that day. The road was surprisingly empty. He turned his head towards right, then went on to survey the left. "Whoa, why issit empty?" he questioned himself. Normally, it'll be so jam packed that he'll have difficulty crossing. Nevertheless, the soccer beer thing lingered on.
He took the very first step, with impatience. Apparently, he's a huge fan of soccer and his favourtie team is playing against of all teams, Chelsea. "Darn, i need to be there so that Liverpool will win tonight"
The road suddenly seem to be neverending then, he decided to quicken his steps, and eventually he ran in the direction of his home. It is only then he got shockly knocked down, back on earth.
The car honked incredily loud and hurting. Little did he know the car was swerving in at top speed. With a second left to do anything else, he chose to stay still, rooted to the ground.
~~~~~
Bla bla bla, just some thoughts.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
*in the still of the night*
It isn't love when you just strive to be happy in a relationship, it's called investing.
Guess there's many ways you can interpret such a line. And what i feel is that, many people break up due to this investment crap. Of course, who doesnt want to feel happy? And what's the point of being together with someone when it hurts?
I beg to differ. Love isnt all about being happy. Love means going through ups and downs together with ur significant other, then to leave them behind when things become tougher or stressful.
whatever.. just a thought when I was spring cleaing my home. i'm never gonna let my future wife(if i find one, that is) to be some housewife. It's way too difficult.
This I Promise You
When the visions around you,
brings tears to your eyes,
and all that surrounds you
are secrets and lies
I'll be your strength
I'll give you hope,
keeping your faith when its gone
the one you should call
was standing here all along...
And I will take,
you in my arms
and hold you right
where you belong..
Till the day my life is through
this I promise you
this I promise you..
It isn't love when you just strive to be happy in a relationship, it's called investing.
Guess there's many ways you can interpret such a line. And what i feel is that, many people break up due to this investment crap. Of course, who doesnt want to feel happy? And what's the point of being together with someone when it hurts?
I beg to differ. Love isnt all about being happy. Love means going through ups and downs together with ur significant other, then to leave them behind when things become tougher or stressful.
whatever.. just a thought when I was spring cleaing my home. i'm never gonna let my future wife(if i find one, that is) to be some housewife. It's way too difficult.
This I Promise You
When the visions around you,
brings tears to your eyes,
and all that surrounds you
are secrets and lies
I'll be your strength
I'll give you hope,
keeping your faith when its gone
the one you should call
was standing here all along...
And I will take,
you in my arms
and hold you right
where you belong..
Till the day my life is through
this I promise you
this I promise you..
Friday, February 04, 2005
*a great fall*
Taking a break out of maple right now i guess. *curses* I died because i wanted to accompany(by chatting) a good friend of mine whom cant play maplestory due to some computer errors. Guess my luck's pretty wretched today.
Anyways, who the hell invented tis notion called luck? This concept that i sppose most people believe in. Maybe its just something people can use to explain or blame. For eg. u succeeded in ur buisness, people explain it by saying its pure luck, or on the other hand, some birds targetted their droppings at your head, and you'll prolly blame it on bad luck. whatever it is, its a good thing, allowing humans to take advantage of.
I feel so wretched right now. Aaargh. And i'm like wishing for someone to come and bother to ask why i'm feeling so. But i guess, everybody do have their own problems too.. but it wont hurt sparing a listening ear ya? whatever.
So i guess. Sometimes you've just gotta make it out on ur own. what happen if you're stranded on a island, alone? what can you do? none other than to rely on yourself to get yourself out.
i wish i can just say i like you out loud. hoping you'll say back the same thing. thing is, i'm too weak a man to do so.
Taking a break out of maple right now i guess. *curses* I died because i wanted to accompany(by chatting) a good friend of mine whom cant play maplestory due to some computer errors. Guess my luck's pretty wretched today.
Anyways, who the hell invented tis notion called luck? This concept that i sppose most people believe in. Maybe its just something people can use to explain or blame. For eg. u succeeded in ur buisness, people explain it by saying its pure luck, or on the other hand, some birds targetted their droppings at your head, and you'll prolly blame it on bad luck. whatever it is, its a good thing, allowing humans to take advantage of.
I feel so wretched right now. Aaargh. And i'm like wishing for someone to come and bother to ask why i'm feeling so. But i guess, everybody do have their own problems too.. but it wont hurt sparing a listening ear ya? whatever.
So i guess. Sometimes you've just gotta make it out on ur own. what happen if you're stranded on a island, alone? what can you do? none other than to rely on yourself to get yourself out.
i wish i can just say i like you out loud. hoping you'll say back the same thing. thing is, i'm too weak a man to do so.
Monday, January 31, 2005
*big world small me*
Man! I need serious help. Suddenly this question just hit me out of nowhere.. "What am i doing with my life?"
I've been gaming alot recently, yes, in a year in which i ought to concentrate on my homework instead. Yet i cant stop myself from doing so. At least i know where i'm heading to at the moment, so maybe its not that bad? Whatever. I am heading towards deep shyt if i were to continue spending my life, gaming away.
So why game? Not that the game is fun whatsoever. Its because my buddies are playing it as well. If one day they were to set on quitting the game, i suppose i'll follow suit.
I hate myself for wanting to win so much. Yeah, i admit, i'm a person who hates to lose. Anything of interest to me. take soccer for example, i hate losing to my opponents, and the irony ish that my opponents tend to be my good pals in school. and nah, i wont care if a zillion people wins me academically.
Ah, i just felt that i need to vent out a little. I had so many things to blabber about, but somehow, my mind just went blank at the critical point. I seriously need a new sense of direction in life. Something to aim and strive for. Damn, i think i should get some sleep now.
Ci de ku zong ku, fang wei ren shang ren. To dare the hardship among hardships, unto atop the fullgrown man among men.
Man! I need serious help. Suddenly this question just hit me out of nowhere.. "What am i doing with my life?"
I've been gaming alot recently, yes, in a year in which i ought to concentrate on my homework instead. Yet i cant stop myself from doing so. At least i know where i'm heading to at the moment, so maybe its not that bad? Whatever. I am heading towards deep shyt if i were to continue spending my life, gaming away.
So why game? Not that the game is fun whatsoever. Its because my buddies are playing it as well. If one day they were to set on quitting the game, i suppose i'll follow suit.
I hate myself for wanting to win so much. Yeah, i admit, i'm a person who hates to lose. Anything of interest to me. take soccer for example, i hate losing to my opponents, and the irony ish that my opponents tend to be my good pals in school. and nah, i wont care if a zillion people wins me academically.
Ah, i just felt that i need to vent out a little. I had so many things to blabber about, but somehow, my mind just went blank at the critical point. I seriously need a new sense of direction in life. Something to aim and strive for. Damn, i think i should get some sleep now.
Ci de ku zong ku, fang wei ren shang ren. To dare the hardship among hardships, unto atop the fullgrown man among men.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
*a thought*
Hey, it's me again. yeah, sad, but anyways, i've been thinking alot recently, especially learning about some unfortunate things happening and stuff.
I believe that people use history to learn more of the past and perhaps not commit the same mistakes the people in the past commits. Well, it doesnt have to be the past that allows us to learn, sometimes you've just gotta take notice of things going around you.
It is false that its "better to be loved and lost, than to never love at all." Maybe not entirely false. Anyways, analyse for yourself.
I've known a friend, whos first love was a girl whom had over 10 ex. I've got no idea what happened exactly but in the end they two broke up and the gal hooked up with someone else. If i were him, i would rather not have love at all, and till now, this friend of mine still constantly.. thinks about her perhaps. V day coming, and this ger even asked my fren to buy her a gift. Perfect first love? Definitely not.
Okay another friend of mine, had a terrible first love. the most terrible thing happened i guess for him. this girl took advantage of him, took him for granted and even created a messy love triangle. and though he moved on, he continued to fall in love and end up being hurt.. all the time it seems. And now he's a very depressed man. Sigh.
Yupp. That's it about the true value of this quote "better to loved and lost than to never love at all".
So many crap so many thoughts, that's just me. I simply love to think and overthink sometimes. ahh.. the keyboard spoils here.
I hate it when you bring me so high up, only to let me go, let me fall. It may not be as painful as for you to throw me down to earth, but it still hurts badly. =/
Hey, it's me again. yeah, sad, but anyways, i've been thinking alot recently, especially learning about some unfortunate things happening and stuff.
I believe that people use history to learn more of the past and perhaps not commit the same mistakes the people in the past commits. Well, it doesnt have to be the past that allows us to learn, sometimes you've just gotta take notice of things going around you.
It is false that its "better to be loved and lost, than to never love at all." Maybe not entirely false. Anyways, analyse for yourself.
I've known a friend, whos first love was a girl whom had over 10 ex. I've got no idea what happened exactly but in the end they two broke up and the gal hooked up with someone else. If i were him, i would rather not have love at all, and till now, this friend of mine still constantly.. thinks about her perhaps. V day coming, and this ger even asked my fren to buy her a gift. Perfect first love? Definitely not.
Okay another friend of mine, had a terrible first love. the most terrible thing happened i guess for him. this girl took advantage of him, took him for granted and even created a messy love triangle. and though he moved on, he continued to fall in love and end up being hurt.. all the time it seems. And now he's a very depressed man. Sigh.
Yupp. That's it about the true value of this quote "better to loved and lost than to never love at all".
So many crap so many thoughts, that's just me. I simply love to think and overthink sometimes. ahh.. the keyboard spoils here.
I hate it when you bring me so high up, only to let me go, let me fall. It may not be as painful as for you to throw me down to earth, but it still hurts badly. =/
Friday, January 21, 2005
*i need a break!*
Man, what an extremely long day. Oh yea, i've fallen ill. sore throat and bad flu combination. And often when tis happens, I can prepare for a fever. Anyways, I'm supposed to sleep now, but heck, let me update tis neglected poor blog of mine.
Gosh was it huge. Yeap Ngee Ann polytechnic. Alwight, i havent visited other polys yet, but to me, ngee ann poly's so much bigger than ngee ann sec. Ngee ann sec ish pathetic. I repeat, pathetic. In terms of size anyway.
The CCA that the school offer was awesome. I kinda like the ninja-su alot. All the swords etc, whoa man, super cool. Would love to learn how to use them. Loads of other martial arts grp too.
And not to forget, the courses! Man, it'll be a great headache when i have to figure out what course to study, what path to walk and what route to take. I don't wanna end up doing a job that i have no passion nor interest in. Hey, i'm gonna work for the rest of my life. life certainly revolves around money.
Okay, i'm sneezing away like some retarded right now. guess it's time for bed. hope to wake up early morning later on..
I need you because i want you. I want you because i need you. There's a difference.
Man, what an extremely long day. Oh yea, i've fallen ill. sore throat and bad flu combination. And often when tis happens, I can prepare for a fever. Anyways, I'm supposed to sleep now, but heck, let me update tis neglected poor blog of mine.
Gosh was it huge. Yeap Ngee Ann polytechnic. Alwight, i havent visited other polys yet, but to me, ngee ann poly's so much bigger than ngee ann sec. Ngee ann sec ish pathetic. I repeat, pathetic. In terms of size anyway.
The CCA that the school offer was awesome. I kinda like the ninja-su alot. All the swords etc, whoa man, super cool. Would love to learn how to use them. Loads of other martial arts grp too.
And not to forget, the courses! Man, it'll be a great headache when i have to figure out what course to study, what path to walk and what route to take. I don't wanna end up doing a job that i have no passion nor interest in. Hey, i'm gonna work for the rest of my life. life certainly revolves around money.
Okay, i'm sneezing away like some retarded right now. guess it's time for bed. hope to wake up early morning later on..
I need you because i want you. I want you because i need you. There's a difference.
Friday, January 14, 2005
*shattered belief*
Flame me! Yup, i know i've been updating freaking irregularly. I guess its because I love to procrastinate, in other words, postpone my update. Yea, i'm a last minute kind of guy, and i certainly ain't proud of it. Can't help it though. I think that explains why im such a loser in life or a notorious student who doesnt hand up homework. It's all because i procastinate.
Enough about all the procrastination thing. Well, i suppose quite alot of things happened this week. Just had this C.I.P thingy for today and yesterday. Had to knock on people's home and ask for old newspaper. By doing all this, we get to help those drug addicts start afresh. Meaningful eh?
By doing such cip work willingly, (note: willingly), im sure you'll feel a glow in ur heart when all comes to an end. And the benefits for doing such work doesnt stop there, our class got more united too as well.
For the very first time, i see my class behaving LIKE a class. As in, no more cliques, its just one big gang of classmates. Helping each other out, in hope of completing everything faster. And we did, naturally. Class spirit was in us. 4R5 baby!
Alwights.. when everything was over, i decided to kick some soccer ball back in school. Afterall, i've been playing basketball recently, and getting bored of it, soccer still my very first love. And i played and played...
It sure feels weird when you see your ex really close with another guy. Doubly worse if he is your friend. Yup, i had to go through that today. Well, my greatest wish after a break up.. is to never see her with any other guy. I know that's selfish but hey, seeing ur ex moving on wib another guy feels real awful.
Well.. i guess i just gotta get my perspective right. I've taken a break from the couple scene and back into single scene. The guy my ex ish wib now, ish just taking over my place, my role. And yea, i reckon he'll do a much better job than me.
I'm a lousy boyfriend i guess. That explains why I have 2 ex instead of none. Really, I will probably fail anger management course with flying colors, I'm a emotional person, really emotional, and i'm super sensitive, always thinking way too much. Possesive too perhaps. And i suck at surprising people. Seems to fail all the time whenever i try. All rights, i'm full of flaws.
And so i retreat to my "pig dog friends", all singles but looking for girl friend. But for me, the whole relationship thing.. is way too much for me. Close friends will do for me. Be it guys or gals. Being with a group of friends that are singles is good, for you can hunt girls together =x Not exactly, but ogling perhaps. Typical guys we are.
Okay, i spoke alot of nonsense. Time to maple. Lvl 44 baby!
Look up, stand tall. Keep going straight. Let nothing obstruct you.
Flame me! Yup, i know i've been updating freaking irregularly. I guess its because I love to procrastinate, in other words, postpone my update. Yea, i'm a last minute kind of guy, and i certainly ain't proud of it. Can't help it though. I think that explains why im such a loser in life or a notorious student who doesnt hand up homework. It's all because i procastinate.
Enough about all the procrastination thing. Well, i suppose quite alot of things happened this week. Just had this C.I.P thingy for today and yesterday. Had to knock on people's home and ask for old newspaper. By doing all this, we get to help those drug addicts start afresh. Meaningful eh?
By doing such cip work willingly, (note: willingly), im sure you'll feel a glow in ur heart when all comes to an end. And the benefits for doing such work doesnt stop there, our class got more united too as well.
For the very first time, i see my class behaving LIKE a class. As in, no more cliques, its just one big gang of classmates. Helping each other out, in hope of completing everything faster. And we did, naturally. Class spirit was in us. 4R5 baby!
Alwights.. when everything was over, i decided to kick some soccer ball back in school. Afterall, i've been playing basketball recently, and getting bored of it, soccer still my very first love. And i played and played...
It sure feels weird when you see your ex really close with another guy. Doubly worse if he is your friend. Yup, i had to go through that today. Well, my greatest wish after a break up.. is to never see her with any other guy. I know that's selfish but hey, seeing ur ex moving on wib another guy feels real awful.
Well.. i guess i just gotta get my perspective right. I've taken a break from the couple scene and back into single scene. The guy my ex ish wib now, ish just taking over my place, my role. And yea, i reckon he'll do a much better job than me.
I'm a lousy boyfriend i guess. That explains why I have 2 ex instead of none. Really, I will probably fail anger management course with flying colors, I'm a emotional person, really emotional, and i'm super sensitive, always thinking way too much. Possesive too perhaps. And i suck at surprising people. Seems to fail all the time whenever i try. All rights, i'm full of flaws.
And so i retreat to my "pig dog friends", all singles but looking for girl friend. But for me, the whole relationship thing.. is way too much for me. Close friends will do for me. Be it guys or gals. Being with a group of friends that are singles is good, for you can hunt girls together =x Not exactly, but ogling perhaps. Typical guys we are.
Okay, i spoke alot of nonsense. Time to maple. Lvl 44 baby!
Look up, stand tall. Keep going straight. Let nothing obstruct you.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
*right here waiting*
I've slept for only 3 hours yesternight, and still counting. No sign of exhaustion just yet. An entry before the night hab to be forced to end early.
Was involved in sec one orientation the whole of this week. It is all this events that allow me to be "big brudder" to those pesky sec ones that makes being a student councillor worthwhile. other than that, we'll be carrying tables and chairs instead.
My class was full of terror. Bunch of uncontrollable small peeps. but fun nevertheless, when they get serious, they do become really sporty and give it all when it comes to cheering. Ngee ann people are getting shorter and shorter it seems, my batch is considered short i guess, when we came in as sec 1 that is. now it seems to be getting worse. more brain = less physical growth perhaps. (ngee ann's aggregate's 240 now)
I've known myself better throughout this camp. I'm definitely a very flawed leader. Guess impatience ish one of my characteristics. I hate it when things cant seem to get into control fast, and i end up losing my temper and start scolding them. yea screw me, dey are just sec ones after all.
Of coz, there's no point if u know ur own mistakes yet u refuse to change ya? The new ncc hierarchy has change again, i'm finally part b platoon commander, a chance for me it seems =)
Lengthy reflection post i sppose. and boring ehs. the ink runs dry here.
*the one you should call, was standing here all along.
I've slept for only 3 hours yesternight, and still counting. No sign of exhaustion just yet. An entry before the night hab to be forced to end early.
Was involved in sec one orientation the whole of this week. It is all this events that allow me to be "big brudder" to those pesky sec ones that makes being a student councillor worthwhile. other than that, we'll be carrying tables and chairs instead.
My class was full of terror. Bunch of uncontrollable small peeps. but fun nevertheless, when they get serious, they do become really sporty and give it all when it comes to cheering. Ngee ann people are getting shorter and shorter it seems, my batch is considered short i guess, when we came in as sec 1 that is. now it seems to be getting worse. more brain = less physical growth perhaps. (ngee ann's aggregate's 240 now)
I've known myself better throughout this camp. I'm definitely a very flawed leader. Guess impatience ish one of my characteristics. I hate it when things cant seem to get into control fast, and i end up losing my temper and start scolding them. yea screw me, dey are just sec ones after all.
Of coz, there's no point if u know ur own mistakes yet u refuse to change ya? The new ncc hierarchy has change again, i'm finally part b platoon commander, a chance for me it seems =)
Lengthy reflection post i sppose. and boring ehs. the ink runs dry here.
*the one you should call, was standing here all along.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
*happy birthday to me!*
It's been a great day today. Unforgettable and simply awesome. I was pleasantly surprised when some of my friends actually wished my happy birthday, wen i didnt expected them to.
And presents! I actually thought when you're a guy, and pretty old(sixteen), presents don't come your way anymore. It's more of a trashing actually. Whoa, the opposite actually happened. I only ate one punch, and thats about it. And received two pressys =) thanks peeps.
And 1000 thanks to all my pals. thanks for the cake man, tis is one of my bestest best bdae i ever had. the other one i can remember is the one when i was much younger, i celebrated it over at mcdonald. yeh noe, some mcdonald birthday party. unlimited nuggets and all.
All in all, it's indeed a happy birthday to me. and i'm glad to be sixteen. so next tym, i shall bring my IC along to the movies, and off to NC-16 we go.
It's been a great day today. Unforgettable and simply awesome. I was pleasantly surprised when some of my friends actually wished my happy birthday, wen i didnt expected them to.
And presents! I actually thought when you're a guy, and pretty old(sixteen), presents don't come your way anymore. It's more of a trashing actually. Whoa, the opposite actually happened. I only ate one punch, and thats about it. And received two pressys =) thanks peeps.
And 1000 thanks to all my pals. thanks for the cake man, tis is one of my bestest best bdae i ever had. the other one i can remember is the one when i was much younger, i celebrated it over at mcdonald. yeh noe, some mcdonald birthday party. unlimited nuggets and all.
All in all, it's indeed a happy birthday to me. and i'm glad to be sixteen. so next tym, i shall bring my IC along to the movies, and off to NC-16 we go.
Monday, January 03, 2005
*loneliness knows me by name*
Been chilly lately yea? Yes i often dont wear on any shirt when im at home, used to be warm you see.(eew eh?). But now it's tough w/o on top on, its really cold.
Im not sure why, but dere is a link between coldness and loneliness ya? Normally when you're lonely, you don't feel warm at heart, instead you feel empty, which kinda translate to feeling "cold". Ahh, i hope u get what i mean.
Really. You may see me having loads of friends, we can joke around, hang out togehter etc. But loneliness still hits you. For whatever stupid reason i do not know. Maybe other people have it worse than me. Maybe other people handle it better. Maybe other people are not oversensitive. Maybe i'm just inferior.
And yea, i'm gonna be eligible for nc-16 show tomorrow. I can finally watch them legally. ain't that bad afterall. >.<
It's better to give than to receive.
Been chilly lately yea? Yes i often dont wear on any shirt when im at home, used to be warm you see.(eew eh?). But now it's tough w/o on top on, its really cold.
Im not sure why, but dere is a link between coldness and loneliness ya? Normally when you're lonely, you don't feel warm at heart, instead you feel empty, which kinda translate to feeling "cold". Ahh, i hope u get what i mean.
Really. You may see me having loads of friends, we can joke around, hang out togehter etc. But loneliness still hits you. For whatever stupid reason i do not know. Maybe other people have it worse than me. Maybe other people handle it better. Maybe other people are not oversensitive. Maybe i'm just inferior.
And yea, i'm gonna be eligible for nc-16 show tomorrow. I can finally watch them legally. ain't that bad afterall. >.<
It's better to give than to receive.
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