the poor coconut tree.
the thoroughly unfortunate bike.
nuts.
even my balls will shrink hearing you whimper and whine so DAMM BLOODY LOUDLY on the phone XD
go see the doctor already.
stupid bs debbie. =D
i dont want to ride in your car ><
divulge anyone of the point system quiz nonsense and you'll really really really die. [= very painfully [=
childishness overrr.
the remaining time of life on tekong will be decidedly swift, even it doesnt hint of anything near close to the word interesting.
going through the motions, going through the nonsense.
day out yesterday was pretty cool. too lazy to even describe it down. i love great foodddddd [=
searching for new music to listen to. suggestions, anyone?
i want to twinkle those keys again.
time to play the piano once more [=
for good.
for real.
spoke to my twin. neglect can do a lot of unseen damage.
complacency kills.
already taking some people for granted, especially those close =/
frigging bad habit.
learning a little, day by day, to the changes between the mindset of a boy and a normal guy.
maybe the side effects makes one moody on occasions. and complacent ><
spring's ending, summer's coming. autumm will be here soon, and winter will herald.
i want to study.
ironically missing it so much right now.
and i wish to study extensively.
as many as i can cope, as far as i can go.
but one, at a time [=
2 weeks then.
lousy trade off but the absence of familiarity might just trigger off better things.
it might make us realise.
so wake up, you lazy brain .
27 April, 2008
26 April, 2008
and?
nonsense.
i think too much.
plan too much.
dream too much.
idealise too much.
why?
just do it already.
2 weeks.
just dammmm survive.
whoop.
All the waves of blame arrange as broken scenery
As they steal your best memories away
What if I was someone different in your only history?
Would you feel the same
As I walk out the door
Never to see your face again
And it'll be just as quiet when I leave
As it was when I first got here
i think too much.
plan too much.
dream too much.
idealise too much.
why?
just do it already.
2 weeks.
just dammmm survive.
whoop.
All the waves of blame arrange as broken scenery
As they steal your best memories away
What if I was someone different in your only history?
Would you feel the same
As I walk out the door
Never to see your face again
And it'll be just as quiet when I leave
As it was when I first got here
20 April, 2008
traditional confessions;
where to begin...
went with charles yesterday to ps. saw a couple of things, a few wants, several hot babes, tons of new foodstuffs that may just suck in the end.took painkillers, but dont suppose i would take them on a regular basis. on a random note, i miss the days of reading.
50 exact days left to the end.it would become as fierce as it can get.but these times wont last. nothing, lasts forever. not even pain. not even being shagged to the point you cant even think. not even weariness.
army life hasnt been exactly lovely. its a representation of the real world, and as my fave sgt who left told me, army makes us become and behave what we do not want to be so we may survive out there. such ais the wheels of the world which it runs on. a world of kill and still damm, kill not and be damm more so.
i miss him, because of his wise words i still remember to this day during our 2nd marching.his corny and incredibly dirty jokes, his funny strut, his toothy grin, that familiar trademark swearing, his advice to me on getting taiwanese girls instead of locals,the equal respect he dishes out to everyone.i would see him on POP, and i shall shake his hand and tell him i have grown up.
growth? definitely changed a little since 5 weeks ago. because of my superior tendency to be complacent in things i take for granted, especially those close to the heart.
i love my parents more now. not that i loved them any lesser, but i realise how important they are to me. i love my sister too. a growing respect instead of hosility fills my heart whenever i think of her. she really is my role model. in some aspects at least =p i miss my relatives too. some of my close cousins i grew up with. my playmates, turned friends. one day, at the end, i would go out with in a reunion of sorts. perhaps lunch, or a dinner, or catch a movie even.not a promise, but a form of determination.
even the good friends in secondary school. i havent seen them for years now.such is the "wide" geographical spread of all of us. i miss the days , at least, with them, there werent any pretensions or backstabbing or selfishness i see rampant among men in the company.its not an idealistic preference, even if i would want it to be.i just miss them. the goood and bad times when we when through it all. the laughter, the companionship that no amount of money could ever get.
a thing that fills the heart with great regret is my secondary school twin. how much you changed, that we cant even recognise you , the one we used to hang out and loved so much.that you have become the very thing you despised. that a close one among us gave up on you, a schism on the fabric of close friendships. are you still my twin? or should i no longer occupy the evil polarity.i cant judge you and say i dont like you anymore. i really dont, but your change is something i have to learn to accept. you were such a pillar among friends in the past..
and my jc twin. how goes you? neglect and unwilling times have put to bed the joys. you're still you, no matter what. please dont give up.
i prayed to God for advice, to take me into His hands and mould me to be someone of good use to Him and to my loved ones. that i may be a better person that i could be rather than what i am now. i suppose its selfish, but...=/ Lord, i come to you in need and love.
army made me realise how much i lack in. but thats alright, in a way, its made the perfectionist within to acknowledge what i am. and in a way, i no longer hate myself. or not so much anyway. how can i love another? the flaws, they exude.
http://www.timeanddate.com/counters/customcounter.html?month=6&day=10&year=2008&hour=&min=&sec=&p0=236
the ns countdown timer. =D self indulgence. but its good to see the time for this pass. i dont hate this army life, but i dont like it either. the people there are just....)*^(^ up in different ways.
spoke to ning. great to see shes still the same , with her delightful humour and cheerful disposition.even though its time to study for o levels you twit of a grannydaughter if you want your 6 points. [=
talked briefly to clarice as well. still the same with her dramatic entrances =p misses her cynical but accurate observations on things. which in turn, makes me miss some of the band people in jc. a lot. isabel too, my anime and lifelong friend [=
talked to hscs/mj in terms of elicia , hanyang, jehan and of course, wingsum [= glad wingsum's doing alright now. study harder though [=
then with mr lotr encylopedia, even if it was bloody short. hope hes doing great with his KI stuffs.
misses the usual gang of people. didnt go yesterday. too tired, for one thing, and i miss home.
talked to debbie. i guess the answer's pretty obvious. but i wished it wont have to end like that. no matter how...*&%)%)$#^#%(_^ up the whole response was. no you idiot, i havent forgetten about you. now please throw away your useless and expensive phone and get a reliable one.=D
hold on tight, as wingsum said, all ways and always .
im off.
we're just tired, maybe more than just a little worn out
uncertain of what we are
what we mean
drifting along the tides of unpredictability
of second guessing and many assuming
you wonder if im real for you
or you to me
or just a rebound
let me say, say
im real, nothing less
because you dont miss a friend like this
because you dont dream of friends like this,
because maybe i should have noticed
didnt know why i didnt
but now i do
maybe i messed up your life once
so you ask
why did you come back
tell me why
heres my only answer
even if im not sure
but it just so happens
you might be
my unintended.
went with charles yesterday to ps. saw a couple of things, a few wants, several hot babes, tons of new foodstuffs that may just suck in the end.took painkillers, but dont suppose i would take them on a regular basis. on a random note, i miss the days of reading.
50 exact days left to the end.it would become as fierce as it can get.but these times wont last. nothing, lasts forever. not even pain. not even being shagged to the point you cant even think. not even weariness.
army life hasnt been exactly lovely. its a representation of the real world, and as my fave sgt who left told me, army makes us become and behave what we do not want to be so we may survive out there. such ais the wheels of the world which it runs on. a world of kill and still damm, kill not and be damm more so.
i miss him, because of his wise words i still remember to this day during our 2nd marching.his corny and incredibly dirty jokes, his funny strut, his toothy grin, that familiar trademark swearing, his advice to me on getting taiwanese girls instead of locals,the equal respect he dishes out to everyone.i would see him on POP, and i shall shake his hand and tell him i have grown up.
growth? definitely changed a little since 5 weeks ago. because of my superior tendency to be complacent in things i take for granted, especially those close to the heart.
i love my parents more now. not that i loved them any lesser, but i realise how important they are to me. i love my sister too. a growing respect instead of hosility fills my heart whenever i think of her. she really is my role model. in some aspects at least =p i miss my relatives too. some of my close cousins i grew up with. my playmates, turned friends. one day, at the end, i would go out with in a reunion of sorts. perhaps lunch, or a dinner, or catch a movie even.not a promise, but a form of determination.
even the good friends in secondary school. i havent seen them for years now.such is the "wide" geographical spread of all of us. i miss the days , at least, with them, there werent any pretensions or backstabbing or selfishness i see rampant among men in the company.its not an idealistic preference, even if i would want it to be.i just miss them. the goood and bad times when we when through it all. the laughter, the companionship that no amount of money could ever get.
a thing that fills the heart with great regret is my secondary school twin. how much you changed, that we cant even recognise you , the one we used to hang out and loved so much.that you have become the very thing you despised. that a close one among us gave up on you, a schism on the fabric of close friendships. are you still my twin? or should i no longer occupy the evil polarity.i cant judge you and say i dont like you anymore. i really dont, but your change is something i have to learn to accept. you were such a pillar among friends in the past..
and my jc twin. how goes you? neglect and unwilling times have put to bed the joys. you're still you, no matter what. please dont give up.
i prayed to God for advice, to take me into His hands and mould me to be someone of good use to Him and to my loved ones. that i may be a better person that i could be rather than what i am now. i suppose its selfish, but...=/ Lord, i come to you in need and love.
army made me realise how much i lack in. but thats alright, in a way, its made the perfectionist within to acknowledge what i am. and in a way, i no longer hate myself. or not so much anyway. how can i love another? the flaws, they exude.
http://www.timeanddate.com/counters/customcounter.html?month=6&day=10&year=2008&hour=&min=&sec=&p0=236
the ns countdown timer. =D self indulgence. but its good to see the time for this pass. i dont hate this army life, but i dont like it either. the people there are just....)*^(^ up in different ways.
spoke to ning. great to see shes still the same , with her delightful humour and cheerful disposition.even though its time to study for o levels you twit of a grannydaughter if you want your 6 points. [=
talked briefly to clarice as well. still the same with her dramatic entrances =p misses her cynical but accurate observations on things. which in turn, makes me miss some of the band people in jc. a lot. isabel too, my anime and lifelong friend [=
talked to hscs/mj in terms of elicia , hanyang, jehan and of course, wingsum [= glad wingsum's doing alright now. study harder though [=
then with mr lotr encylopedia, even if it was bloody short. hope hes doing great with his KI stuffs.
misses the usual gang of people. didnt go yesterday. too tired, for one thing, and i miss home.
talked to debbie. i guess the answer's pretty obvious. but i wished it wont have to end like that. no matter how...*&%)%)$#^#%(_^ up the whole response was. no you idiot, i havent forgetten about you. now please throw away your useless and expensive phone and get a reliable one.=D
hold on tight, as wingsum said, all ways and always .
im off.
we're just tired, maybe more than just a little worn out
uncertain of what we are
what we mean
drifting along the tides of unpredictability
of second guessing and many assuming
you wonder if im real for you
or you to me
or just a rebound
let me say, say
im real, nothing less
because you dont miss a friend like this
because you dont dream of friends like this,
because maybe i should have noticed
didnt know why i didnt
but now i do
maybe i messed up your life once
so you ask
why did you come back
tell me why
heres my only answer
even if im not sure
but it just so happens
you might be
my unintended.
19 April, 2008
debasement entertainment
bloody wtf why do i look so gay =.=mathe's little gift. i dont even know where the other pics are.
blooody blooody blooody tired.
"injury" count;
right heel.
lower back-tailbone
left calf strain
blisters too many to count, they regrow em anyway =D
so many things happened, duh.
but i have to go OUT now, because somebody wants to buy another handphone. wth.
let me rest, rest
for even if i cant see
i can still dream of you.
let me rest
in the warmth of your arms
13 April, 2008
pitstops in vienna;
Humble beginnings. shutdown multiply and the old blog, the star chasers/requiem. but in a tribute to one clsoe buddy, i'll keep the name of chasers. after all, it wasnt so terribly long ago, my friend, that were after this very bright and sparkling star ? A clean slate to a new life isnt exactly the intention, more of the new mix n' match phrase im going through.
so with postscripts it'll be a new journey of sorts. [=
58 more days before the end. and then another phase will come in, this time to be a very very very long one i think.cant wait for the wretched 58 to finally pass! may postscripts be the last blog i ever do during this and the next phase. the next 6 years. come, what may.
I miss my parents and pals [wide range os spectrum =.o ]very much whenever im inside.its good in this sense because it teaches me not to take my loved ones for granted. bad because you occasionally grow homesick and wish for it all to end.[where i am, i get to see the oither shore and the ferry terminal.]
you meet all sorts of people and its been..a meaningful experience. not enjoyable at times, most of the times in fact but then not all the things we do are enjoyable aint it?
stayed at home today. too feverish and tired to leave.hopefully by the time i book in i'll be fine enough for tomorrow;s activities. the following week 's packed, which is what i like. army time passes fast when you have tons of things to do [= [...as with anything..-__- ]
watched street kings yesterday which tries be some infernal affairs minus the moles and failing oh so spectacularly. come'on. reeves has just one sulky, sullen expression from start to finish. even thoughi like him , it just doesnt cut it....sprouting strong language throughout that backfires into cheesy proportions...a lousy plotline..the best part? when the credits started to roll.
met the rest last night minus one very lazy and growing- a- super- belly poccupine [= you lazy ass. it was a lil quiet though. everyone's just super shagged by the things they've at hand i guess.
good to see the rest again. was feeling feverish, derservingly, with the chomping down of all those fastfoods.lousy match with birm and the toffees. saw a killer goal in petrov 8D
bought the killing joke for wey. wasnt sure initially if that would be a better choice than watchmen, but luckily so , since he already had the latter.
comfort zones breed loads of complancency. so as long as one performs within the confines of the "prerequisites", the other party or whatever is affected remains...content... in us, its no different.all fine and dandy, but dont you get tired of saying and doing the same thing over and over? i do.
The issue with me and the Lord...became rather emotional of it rather lately.i no longer ask so many questions nor judge my own faith's perceived fallacies or extenuate the shortcomings. i just want to believe. to tell myself that the practice we have, the faith we preach maybe flawed as it comes from us flawed beings but the love of God is somehow perfect, even if i cannot even grasp much less accept how it could be perfect. my ignorance a fail-safe fuse, my cynicsm the terrorbolt. =/
i fear to grow up because i fear moving on. but whats there to be scared? i know, i know. the past might not have been perfect, but the memories of it are.
bu you have to move, move. so turn and move those wheels.
If ever there was a doubt
My love she leans into me
This most assuredly counts
She says most assuredly
Oh, oh
Be my baby
I'll look after you
for i miss you so.
so with postscripts it'll be a new journey of sorts. [=
58 more days before the end. and then another phase will come in, this time to be a very very very long one i think.cant wait for the wretched 58 to finally pass! may postscripts be the last blog i ever do during this and the next phase. the next 6 years. come, what may.
I miss my parents and pals [wide range os spectrum =.o ]very much whenever im inside.its good in this sense because it teaches me not to take my loved ones for granted. bad because you occasionally grow homesick and wish for it all to end.[where i am, i get to see the oither shore and the ferry terminal.]
you meet all sorts of people and its been..a meaningful experience. not enjoyable at times, most of the times in fact but then not all the things we do are enjoyable aint it?
stayed at home today. too feverish and tired to leave.hopefully by the time i book in i'll be fine enough for tomorrow;s activities. the following week 's packed, which is what i like. army time passes fast when you have tons of things to do [= [...as with anything..-__- ]
watched street kings yesterday which tries be some infernal affairs minus the moles and failing oh so spectacularly. come'on. reeves has just one sulky, sullen expression from start to finish. even thoughi like him , it just doesnt cut it....sprouting strong language throughout that backfires into cheesy proportions...a lousy plotline..the best part? when the credits started to roll.
met the rest last night minus one very lazy and growing- a- super- belly poccupine [= you lazy ass. it was a lil quiet though. everyone's just super shagged by the things they've at hand i guess.
good to see the rest again. was feeling feverish, derservingly, with the chomping down of all those fastfoods.lousy match with birm and the toffees. saw a killer goal in petrov 8D
bought the killing joke for wey. wasnt sure initially if that would be a better choice than watchmen, but luckily so , since he already had the latter.
comfort zones breed loads of complancency. so as long as one performs within the confines of the "prerequisites", the other party or whatever is affected remains...content... in us, its no different.all fine and dandy, but dont you get tired of saying and doing the same thing over and over? i do.
The issue with me and the Lord...became rather emotional of it rather lately.i no longer ask so many questions nor judge my own faith's perceived fallacies or extenuate the shortcomings. i just want to believe. to tell myself that the practice we have, the faith we preach maybe flawed as it comes from us flawed beings but the love of God is somehow perfect, even if i cannot even grasp much less accept how it could be perfect. my ignorance a fail-safe fuse, my cynicsm the terrorbolt. =/
i fear to grow up because i fear moving on. but whats there to be scared? i know, i know. the past might not have been perfect, but the memories of it are.
bu you have to move, move. so turn and move those wheels.
If ever there was a doubt
My love she leans into me
This most assuredly counts
She says most assuredly
Oh, oh
Be my baby
I'll look after you
for i miss you so.
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