Due warning, this post maybe slightly morbid to some so if you do not wish to think of death or anything which entails it, you should move away from this site. -

Recent events, within this year perhaps, have been tough for some persons around me. It has come to a point that a sort of trend has developed in which i have unconsciously grown accustomed to receiving the untimely messages. It is sad to think that the only time that you can see who had cared for a person or people taking effort to make time from their lives to turn their attentions to a person is at the point of the person's passing. This uncomfortable fact reinforces one of my worst fears on this earth, which is to die without anyone's knowledge. To make this more specific, if I should die, I would wish for several people that matter to me to acknowledge my passing. Recently, a form of it has even haunted my dreams. So right now at the point when I'm typing this post, I'm making a list. Not a list of people whose lives I have touched but more of people whose lives had touched me. I regret if I have forgotten some people who should believe they had mattered in my life thus far but the people of this list matters most to me at this point of time. For the people who happen to read this post, this is in no way a form of a suicide letter. I am not a man with a death wish or am i addicted to the thought of death, I am simply a person 22 years of age, who has not had the opportunity to start a family of his own or imprinted any sign of his existence in this world thus far except being within the hearts of a few. I would hope to believe that this list will grow as I age and I would not wish for it to shrink at any point of time, for no matter what happens in this future, the individuals of this list have done their part in my life. It is regrettable that the people in this list would only know at the point after I'm gone but this is the only way it should be.
The one lesson you can bring back from this if you wish to, is that you should embrace the people you care about as often as you possibly can because you will never know what may lie in the future. I sit here in my room thanking with all my heart to the people who matter, now and forever more. But I surely hope that I have touched your lives as well. May peace be with you.

Oh my fuckin.....its December already. 2009 here we come. With the new year comes a new flood of movies rolling into the box office. Woohoo! If you're sadly out of the movie circle, fret not. Here is a list of awesome movies coming your way:

1. Watchmen(awesome graphic novel, adaptation)
2. Spirit (boring comic, adaptation, but go see the trailer. yumm!)
3. X-men Origins: Wolverine (Gambit alert)
4. Coraline (animation, Gaiman)
   
5. Fast and Furious (without the "The"s. Old Cast, New Story. Bam Baby!!)
6. The Transporter 3 (you know you want to)
7. Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen (Same cast. nuff' said)
8. The Box (moral dilemma, James Marsden and Cameron Diaz, directed by Richard Kelly)
9. Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist (go figure)
10. The Wolfman (remake, possible dud)
11. S.Darko (sequel, "S"amantha, no Richard Kelly)
12. Sherlock Holmes (elementary, Robert Downey Jr)
13. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (Bradster)
14. Terminator: Salvation (Christian Bale)
15. Star Trek (J.J. Abrams, Sylar/Spock, remake)
16. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (don't ask)
    

Dear Void, I have a confession to make. I think I'm in love..with this girl. Her name's Adriana. She's awesomely adorable and amazingly sweet. You feel like holding on to her and never letting go. Her brother manhandled me just for staring at her. Well, it was hard not to. Times like this I feel that God swt still remembers me, allowing me to be in her presence, patting my back and telling me, Be Good! The kind where you just nod and smile.
Sigh...Too bad she's can't speak yet, being a few weeks old and all. I declare here and now that any dumb prick who decides to break her heart one day will have to face me. Go ahead...try..

Sometimes...
The things that attempt to cause a loss make you remember what you've gained.
Temporary amnesia is a stupid excuse Bobby...greens and whites, greens and whites..

Just so you know, I will not be that guy.

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This evening I had performed my inaugural visit to the center of my ethnic pride, Geylang Serai. One step into the place and I just couldn't wait to get out. It was a long 4 hours and only 3 words had been implanted into my head: "Satay Goreng Mentah" A direct English translation is of course: 'Raw Fried Satay'. If you didn't notice the oxymoron there...well, that is just sad. But only in a culture, coincidentally mine, can the three words make any sense.
If you've never been to Geylang Serai Bazaar, I can't promise you a time of your life, but however I can vouch for a cultural experience like no other. Besides the endless stalls that sell much less the same range of goods, you can notice the spirit of Malayness that is rarely seen in today's........oh, fuck this is bull!
Go in, buy your stuff and get out people! This is not a park to stop and smell the plastic flowers. Don't ask for donations while you have a full head of awfully dyed blonde hair. And what is with the thick makeup on the young ladies? Maybe you'd wanna grow up a bit first before launching yourselves into infinite minahood. Lastly, its a small country/island ladies and gentlemen. And even a smaller population of ethnic malays. You are bound to meet people you know. Don't act so surprised, really. Meet a fellow Singaporean malay you've not met for years in Venice, then act all surprised. Go ahead. You should.

Why do stupid people lie? I mean they can't lie for shit, but they just keep on lying to your face so much so that it's become predictable. As in, don't lie to your fucking family! What's the benefit in fooling your family? And then there's lying to people who's trying to help you. I mean genuinely trying to help you. Or if they find mutual benefit in helping you. Can't you fucking think for a second before you blurt out the next excuse that comes out of your fucking head. And then there's those who have used a lie for so long that they have actually grown to believe their own horse-shit. For goodness sake, wake the fuck up!
I know. Its that time of year again. Fuck damn. I should be happy shouldn't I?
No, I'm not being emotional.
No, I'm not going deranged.
I'm sane. Perfectly sane.
Don't ask.

A cure, a salvation from the pain of loneliness. Or do i merely take it over as my own? Standing alone as i greet the coming night, embracing the last remaining light, I realize that wisdom is not a gift but a curse. Do not be tricked by its seductive ploys, for it will only stand to kill the 'fortunate' from within. Cretinous fools we are. Amused how our fists clenched create the shape of our beating hearts, the one thing that never truly forgets.
I can only hope that someday, someone finds me...

I have a feeling I might have to disappear for an episode or two. To the people who matter...I'm just a phone call away. To those who don't, no such luck i'm afraid. Seeya when I do!

In the spirit of the coming elections, I feel a need to put forth my own candidate. Below is the platform for this candidate's campaign.

Vote for Nobody:
Nobody tells the truth.
Nobody will keep election promises.
Nobody will always listen to your concerns.
Nobody will be able to help the poor and unemployed.
Nobody cares. For you. For us.

In support of the Nobody's Perfect Foundation
Visit www.nobodyicanbelievein.com

Hands are shaky, head exploding. The fever of pain creeping under the skin. Never again I said, but yet these words I am forced to devour every moment, every day. I believe, therefore I am...then is my belief not strong enough to withstand the frictions of our lives? Shudder the thought that god has forsaken us, sent us into this abyss of cruel emptiness that I feel at my stomach's pit.What is truth and what is lie... I can no longer identify, the weave has run over long ago from a better time. Blood no longer gives us strength, sanctuary, only another avenue for hatred and mistrust. Is this what the world has come to? Is this the end, or merely the beginning of? Don't forget......never....

Spending time with my friends from campus got me thinking of the rest of the souls that inhabited our school that I've had the privilege of meeting this past year. I realize that everyone of our generation lies. Not saying that my companions are filthy liars per se, but the fact is that most of us lie because we are never heard. It has reached the point that it is easier to lie so as to move on with our lives. I too have the habit of lying or avoiding as much as I can the unveiling of truth which for most is beyond our function to comprehend at this point of our lives. Well, doesn't that just suck that nobody's honest anymore? Well, that's where the point of this entry comes in. The root of it all is really the feeling of not being heard. There is a desperate need to change this. Have courage. Speak your mind and mean it. Truth may be scary at times but how long will you choose to cower? You have only one life, why not live it as free. As for me, I'd like to think of myself as a liberal person to not waver from any topic of conversation, not neglecting situational tact of course. So fellow strangers, if you ever need, a listening ear, to speak your truth or just about nothing at all....i'm here. Talk. I'm listening.

"If you need me, call me.
no matter where you are,
no matter how far.
Just call my name,
and i'll be there in a hurry,
you don't have to worry,
cos baby there
ain't no mountain high enough....."
you know how it goes.

'nuff said.

Is it that hard to see the bright side of life? Hmmm....I should stop telling people bad news.
19/06/08 A Day's Summary:
Wake up. Dress up. Smile. Serve. Teach. Wave. Rush Hour Horror. High. Devil & his Chocolate. Read. Stroll. Middle of nowhere. Bus ride. Satay. Pose. Tea & Torture. Driven. Shoes. Dance. Sick. Swear. Apologies? Driven part II. Teh peng & Prata. Ride. Wash up. Pillow. Alarm...
Damn it, here we go again.

Somebody feed me!

Peeling off the vinyl skin, a sigh of relief escapes my lips. How the hell did I survive so long? I'm already tearing off the stained shirt as I slide the door closed behind me. hands still clammy from the ice. "That's gonna hurt tonight," I was told. "Yeah, can't hardly wait," was the only answer I could muster at that moment. Putting on a clean t-shirt, free of any logo or brand, gives me the short-lived anticipation of a well-earned rest for a nobody. The door does not block out the seemingly endless sounds, only muffling it, just enough to provide a temporary sanctuary for the weary. Reality surges back into my mind as I envision my escape route. The machine buzzes into life as I feed it my card emblazoned with a scribbled name. I slide open the door, body crashing into the foreign elements that have grown sickeningly familiar. Waving a mock salute, I smile and perfect my scripted lines to a tee, "See you on Thursday."

Run fast. Run free. Run now.

Veins made of wire
Heart out of stone.
Bent out of shape
reaping what was sown.

Taught never to retreat,
neither to surrender.
What they didn't warn
will break you asunder.

Truth is the heart
is the worst enemy of all
It never forgets
even after a great fall.

Try as you might
to believe what you can
as much as you lie
its only just pretend.

So here is the deal,
the only way to be free.
Accept that it's fate
and regain your sanity.

-Easier said than done by M.Rushdy

Now you’ve gone somewhere else
Far away
I don’t know if I will find you
But you feel my breath
On your neck
Can’t believe I’m right behind you

‘Cause you keep me coming back for more
And I feel a little better than I did before
If I never see your face again
I don’t mind
‘Cause we've gone much further than I thought we'd get tonight

If I Never See Your Face Again by Maroon 5 Feat. Rihanna

Split Screen Productions presents The Incredulous Adventures of Bobby Darling. In today's episode, our hero has been elected to become The Toastmaster of the Day, (Toot Todo Toot!) thus upgrading his skills a level higher. (wooo!) Throughout the day he battles the onslaught of carbo-hungry monsters who attack in random fashion, trapping our hero in constant confusion tactics. Fortunately, they are too caught by surprise upon hearing his pellucid command of their tongue. Watch as Bobby fights the mundane-ness of the evil Boredor, with aid of the Popous Musicas from the neighbouring nations. Then, as our hero begins to cross his home stretch, in enters the bewitching Twilight Witch with her eyes black as night, rapturous smile and such a sweet sweet ass. (Damnnnn!) "Must stop staring...have to resist...have to reach home," Bobby struggles to maintain his rationality and his pet Tronky at bay. Sensing his resistance, she lets him escape in one piece, with just a warning of things to come. Thus concludes today's episode of The Incredulous Adventures of Bobby Darling. Will our hero succumb to the SunLord's powers? Will the SunLord's foreign disciple capture Bobby's mind? Or will he surrender to the Twilight Witch's charms? Can the Owl Princess save him from his solitude? Stay tuned.

...because truth is stranger than fiction.

Dear void,
they say change is the only constant. Attempting to avoid it is much less futile. Thus, here's a toast to the new world order. To new friends, new experiences and new beginnings. I hear a storm brewing. And I can't promise that you will like it. What I can promise is that you will survive it. Helpful hands will not always be there when you want them, but always within reach when you need. So hold on everyone, we're in for a bumpy ride. Cheers!

I seem to be apologizing a lot these days. To noone and everyone simultaneously. Over the past month, I've been over-reacting, over-critical, under-achieving and over-assuming. Seems the world is getting back at me. And dear God, the heat ain't helping. I'm sorry for the party. I'm sorry for being tactless. I'm sorry for being so distracted. I'm sorry for forgetting you. I'm sorry for lying. I'm sorry for not being the friend you need right now. I'm sorry for thinking you knew me at all. I'm sorry. This was not how I wanted to start this year.
I wish you all well.

Its 2.55am
on the 4th of
May and I just
want to say that
"Cloverfield" is fuckin
awesome. And I mean
FUCKING AWESOME.
J.J.Abrams, you are The Man.
Of all the monster movies of this
generation and past. Damn! At least
it was a great distraction from all the shit. ;op

Don't u hate liars? Especially if they do it blatantly to just test your reaction. Well...it's your life.

Sweet untouchable you
You gave me the runaround
All you say and what you do
picks me up and leaves me hanging

Sweet unthinkable past
How you jog my memory
I knew, I knew it wouldn't last
'cause you keep on pickin' me up and leaving me hanging

Sweet unstoppable you
Send my system crashing
All you say is not what you do
You just keep on pickin' me up and leaving me
Keep on pickin' me up and leaving me

Cruelty by Kosheen

Every time. Every fucking single time. Why do I fucking bother?

In my sweet memories, there was a night. The setting was a beach. Characters, there were 4. There i was lying on the sand with Ben and Alice in between us. The 4th was Charlie humming to himself a song stuck in his head while strolling blissfully along the shoreline. Close-by was the party of people still rousing from the reverie of the past hours. The morning ocean breeze freezing us from the tips of our hair to the ends of our naked feet. I whisper an inside joke into Alice's ear, making her chuckle her infectious laugh which I had personally seen to have stolen several hearts since the day we met a long time ago. Lying down, I could just imagine Ben's with-held violent urges to kill knowing that I had amused 'his' girl and I could only smile. He tried his own attempt at the same and I had to clench my teeth to stifle my laughter when Alice raised two of her dainty fingers into the sky and shaped the letter L. How could you not love her? Suddenly we hear Charlie speak/slurring words a few meters away.
"Guys, you wanna go back. I need a drink so badly, man."
"Charlie, firstly honey, you're already drunk..." Alice starts, and I couldn't resist completing her sentence.
"And secondly, we're over here. Dude, you're talking to a tree."
And there we lay together enjoying the last remaining darkness, welcoming the new year's sun.
- based on true events. Names have been changed so you can deny it.

Sitting at the airport, letting the time pass. Came 2 hours early to squeeze in some reading. Terminal 1 ain't that crowded these days. Met a dude from Zimbabwe who complimented on my gear. I didn't understand his joke though. Sometimes, you just nod and smile I guess. Can't say I wasn't a gracious mascot. After picking them up, we went to Newton Circus for an early morning...meal? (after dropping off their tons of luggage of course) And I gotta tell ya, the night/morning life there is Hott! Presumably the post-clubbing crowd. The girls were really dressed to party. No pics though, that would have been plain suicidal. And I couldn't expect any help from the 'Jiwang Bujang Lapoks' at the next table. Talk about midlife-crisis. Balik rumahlah, Pak! Sekejap lagi dah nak Subuh. Mabuk camne nak solat? Fuckers.

....quote of the day "I'm a decent boy, I don't know anything."

Something about rain that soothes an aching soul, breathing new air into your lungs. I was never a good forecaster of the weather. Hell, i'm one of the last people to realize its even raining, if you know what i mean. So I got caught in the rain today. Hence I gave up on my headphones and decided to embrace the downpour in its full splendor. One thing I had loved when I had stayed there in the East was the long walk to my aunt's place. People probably thought I was nuts smiling to myself while walking in the rain in my wet bright red t-shirt and brown pants that looked as though I had wetted myself from bottom up. Actually, I felt that the rain truly brought life to the otherwise retirement community. All of a sudden, everyone's moving at an increased pace. It had seemed that even the vehicles were driven at a higher speed to take advantage of the puddles on the roads. Moving against the winds injected a dose of adrenaline I guess I had been lacking for a while. Thoroughly exhilarating I assure you.
So if you ever found yourself being held back from your destination by a heavy downpour, why not just go for it? You might actually learn something new about yourself, or otherwise. Anyways, I don't think the torrential rains are going to dissipate anytime soon. And if you're ever looking for company, you know how to find me.
....between an owl, a princess, a crown and lola.

Haven't been particularly inspired lately. Nothing much happening. Just preparing to kill myself for the upcoming exams. Hence nothing much to blog about, which kinda negates this entry in the first place. However if you're bored and have 6 minutes to spare, watch this video. It's written and directed by Jason Reitman, the new prince of Indie-Hollywood. Hilarious. Cheers.

Funny how the mind plays with your guitar strings, strumming in chords that bewilder and disembide. You can't seem to identify the emotions at present, only to regret it soon after. My brother and his family visited yesterday and my nephew stayed over for the night. I was humming him to sleep, playing music from my phone and couldn't get this verse out of my head..

When I'm trying to keep,
my head above your charms,
trying to stay calm.
But I don't know if I'll make it,
Or if I ever will,
Just don't leave me stranded here, (don't leave me stranded)
Don't leave me stranded,
In your arms.
-Grey Ocean by Lior

Maybe it just means more to me than it should...

Nothing has changed. Still feel rather empty. The weekend's not helping. The day has relatively been going like:
blink.........blink blink........shut up!.....blinkblink.....
open book.......blink blink.....

Effortlessly, I sought solace in numbing myself with episodes of one of my favourite tv shows. Nothing like American fiction to distract yourself from mundane reality. Is it strange that I feel sad for the antagonist, the man who is the thorn in the world's side? He gets all the beautiful women, has all the money but is never happy. So what if he's evil? So what if he has a crappy father? Can't he just kill him off for evilness sake? Well....at least he got to nail Lana before the boy scout. Cheers Baldy!

....forever stuck in a war.

Have you ever had the feeling that there is something amiss in your life but you just can't detect the anomaly? Can't seem to concentrate on the simplest of tasks these days. No appetite on an empty stomach. My mind wanders when I'm in the shower. Rides to campus last forever. Lecturers seem to speak in a different frequency then my own. Friends too. Speaking to people have become meaningless affairs, much less making new acquaintances, which have become quite a drag. It's not that I hate our daily interactions, just that I can't seem to relate much these days. Everyone is running around in their own world. Or is it just me?
.....I miss the smiles.

Honestly...I don't really like to indulge in political discussions. Call me apathetic but til the shit really hits the fan, I'm gonna stay blissful in ignorance. However, u can't help but feel amused at our local-born attempts for 'real' democracy. Case in point, a(n in)famous political group leader got arrested again for having an unregistered protest. Isn't it ironic that to really protest against the state, you have to ask them for permission? I feel like protesting against the fact that you have to register. You can imagine yourself at the office,
"Excuse me! I'd like to register for a protest."
"On what matter will you be protesting?"
"Err...about having to register to protest."
"Ok...pls fill up this form here. Registration will take a few working days and we will contact you if it is approved and when to collect your permit."
"A few working days? But I wanted to protest tonight...my people are all outside...Damn! The public should know about this. Give me another of those forms..."

It's been raining for a while. No signs of stopping anytime soon. Can't complain though. You gotta love it. Peaceful. Mother Nature washing away the sins of Man. It's a new day.
...best things in life are free

Life is full of disappointments. Especially when you find yourself lying to nobody but your own self. My only failure is that I should have expected as much.
...the heart never forgets

Note to self:
Do not mumble/ talk to oneself in public as some people might take it as insulting.

...now go back to work.

Dude...i got an issue.
Shoot!
I'm kinda in love with this girl but she doesn't really know me.
Aren't we all...

1. Obsessive compulsive(stupid genes)
   
2. Academically suicidal(stupid school)
   
3. Sleep deprived(stupid bed)
   
4. Itchy fingers(stupid white sticks)
   
5. Itchy feet(stupid good music)
   
6. Itchy throat(stupid fancy glasses)
   
7. Itch (stupid hormones)
   
8. Brokeblack(stupid wallet)
   
9. Broken promises(stupid ego)
   
10. Lying Fucker(stupid u)
11. Fucking Liar(stupid me)
    
12. Mat(dumbass)

....and these are a few of my favorite things...

Oh Crap! Forgot the biggest event of recent to blog about. Pap-pa-da-dah! Epiphany NTU English and Drama Society in collaboration with NIE presents Introspection 08. It was a blast! Everything went well. Almost everything, but its all done, I'm not gonna bitch about em and i'm pleased. I'm fuckin freeeee! No, u can't call me fruitcake anymore. It's unjustifiable. I will miss my black heaven but alas...it had to end some time. I will miss doing the things that the heightened point of view allowed, and the crappy conversations on the cans system...whispering nothingness to my fellow compatriates in techdom.
I love the expression the cast had when we put up the posters at curtain call. It was freakin hilarious. Them replying was unexpected and made me feel guilty for laughing at them. I need to stop being such a mr nice guy, u noe wat i mean? Nahh...u won't. I will miss them all, cast, crew, even the usherers whom I met only 2 days before the show. And I forgot to thank one person in my post production credits, Mr Colin our tech adviser, he's my freakin idol. If I could have his job, I would be in utter bliss. The money helps too. ;op

-$0.64 underground
I walk along the tunnel to the train station, against the current of commuters in their formal wear,like an infinite school of salmon running upstream to their mating waters. There's a rush of exhilaration in moving against them, a sort of rebellion, like the effect of rock'n'roll had back in the day which seems amiss in the music of today. If I could only wander into the minds of each, what would they be thinking at this very moment...
"I'm gonna be late."
"The proposal's not done. The Boss is gonna kill me."
"Damn this shoes' are tight."
"Does this skirt make my ass look big?"
"Get out of my way, Lady. If you're pregnant, stay home."
"Did i turn off the stove? God tell me I turned off the stove."
"Can i get some fries with that shake? Yow-zah!"
"Get out of my way!"
"What are you looking at, punk-ass kid?"
I could only smile. It is a similar sight at the escalators. I can't help but glance across to the other side where the escalator was weighted down by similar salmon, now resembling more like a chopper full of army men just waiting to jump off at the end and parachute themselves to the ticket gantry.
At the back of my mind I know that in a few years time, I might join this throng of mindless zombies in their endless pursuit for financial freedom. Is that my fate? I've always hoped for greater things but doesn't everyone hope for that. Am I a societal norm or the deviant that I make out to be? The fork in the road is here. All I need to do is choose.

Of old friends and new...

Last week was a short week... but ended up as a long one...and the next wont be much help. Rehearsals and a wake up call that is mid-terms next week. What have I been doing this whole semester...I truly do not know. Supposed to be mugging more this sem...Highlights of the week were...hmm...valentines thursday and movie friday. The first spent chillin with S at vivo which ran far too short. Y would u be on standby on valentines...sheesh! None the less, caramel never tasted so sweet. The second was coincidentally spent with another S. Thanks da jie for the fun. Everybody go watch Juno. Its freakin hilarious. To summarise the plot, let's just say its about adults living in a world of kids. Watch it and you'll know what I mean. Seriously. And I agree, the soundtrack is a killer, in a good way. Anyways, 3 more days to production day. I can't say that it hasn't come soon enough. But i'm psyched. I love the theatre, what can i say? Damn I'm tired like hell. Week full of friends from various circles...Variety is truly the spice of life.
Quote of the week: "Either I just peed in my pants or.....Thundercats are Goooo!"
Advice of the week: "They won't go away if you ignore em...they'll just assume otherwise"
I'd like to end this entry with a thought - better ice cream than sardines ;op

I'd like to welcome MSABMYI to the world. (Damn dats a long name. Exams gonna b a bitch) Born on the...25th of January. (Yeah! another date to remember) So there's another rugrat to watch over in this whacked-out place we call life. Sometimes all you can do is smile. ;op

Book titles I can use for the life i'm leading now:

1. Makcik Saturdays, Pakcik Sundays
2. Pain x 02
3. Dreamer: The Princess and Crown
4. Behind the Ball
5. The Great Receiver
6. Freedom Fighter
7. Vanilla Strawberries
8. Runnin' Wild
9. Living Happy 101
10. Judge of Me
11. Love, Let Me Be
12. Smoke n Mirrors
13. Tell Me A Secret
14. Father Brother Son
    

Dude, how's school?
Lonely. How's the wife?
Went shopping with her sis...i'm guessing happy. Haha! Hows your go-go?
Everything is under control.
Dude, you have no job, no girlfriend and you live in fuckin Tampines. How is that under control?
Damn bro, I sure love it when you put my life in perspective.
You should...

With friends like these...pt II

Entering the vessel, she scans right to left, right to left, at every seat an every passenger. Her facial expression seems to suggest a search of competition. Right, Left, Right, Left in such methodical frequency that you could swear she was a robot. But alas, she is merely looking for a familiar for company on the ride to the port. Having failed her objective, she attaches to a seat, not here nor there and scans her communication device for alternative source of amusement. Upon reaching the port, despite her attire, her unsteady walk betrays her lack of feminity....- and that was how boring my Thursday was. Seriously....but the girl was kinda cute though. ;op

Life's a bitch when:

• you are handed foreign lecturers for whom you take most of your time concentrating on their speech patterns such that the meaning of the lecture flies overhead
• people who haven't simply grown up to the fact that in order to listen and understand a lecture requires the need to simply shut up
• it takes away the unlimited access to wireless internet which you have grown to love in the previous months
• you find your friends enjoying a career and getting married while you're stressing over subject registration
• Fast food has lost its appeal to you
• Chocolate doesn't either
• you live 90 mins away from school and just to be safe, you leave home 2 hours earlier
• repercussions are too high to sacrifice

Alas, shit happens. C'est la vie. Time to make the most of things. Its gonna be a good year. If I say different, please pinch me.

WEBLog: First 12 hours of 2008

Part 1: (00:00)
- Pop! Pfft! Honk! Happy New Year!
- Shakes-n-Hug marathon
- Gift from a Barry Manilow song (faint)
- Cam-whoring (they were whoring, i was smiling)
- movin-n-groovin
- Touched by an Angel(Local Edition) aka Pissed-off Sky-angel
- "...Wonderin how they let u in..."
- "..need to go to my grandma's."
- two dogs and a bone
- Barry Manilow does an encore (fall back)
- "...cos I speak Japanese.."
- "Dude, it's just orange!"
- sticky fingers
- Touched by an Angel(Local Edition) - repeat telecast
- enter thamby!
- backstab alert
- Bye2 Angel aka Bye2 Mr Janitor?
- "..there's no Party World here..."
- Easiest $7 made by a cab-driver
- "...if (Barry MAnilow Song) wasn't there..."
- Hello, Sgt Leong!
- cheese-n-tarik
- "..2nd, maybe!?"
- Tekong to 9Div(It's definitely bigger)
- 1 brownie point for the lovely old-friend-made-new
- "..she is (ok sign)" aka "Tell me wen u finish the beach photos."
- 2 hours in Baltic Circle
- Ride Home aka Blackcurrant, Aloe Vera and a smile

Part 2: (07:00)
- 5 min attempt(i'm supposed to be tired)
- "..jogging? Boleh ah!.."
- rinse and dry
- new shoes
- "Don't drag your shoes!"
- "..msg, 2am?"
- pant.pant.pant.breatheout.(repeat)
- damn orange shorts
- off to breakfast (gotta b kidding!)
- breakfast II (children's edition)
- "..nak terbang?"
- Story time...(still not home yet)

Note: The day's not over. However the 2nd half was less life threatening. In other words, not worth mentioning. Not all quotes came from me. And I will deny everything. Thanx for gettin me out bro.