My mind's in a whirl.. When I typed blogger.com I thought of Uniform Resource Locater.Stupid CSA.

Anyway.
Something I wanted to blog about.
I may be wrong but.
I noticed that a lot of Male bands and/or singers frequently write songs on the love of their lives. How girls, women have transformed them. How their endless incessent pursuit of one of the opposite gender often ends in tragic consequence with no rose at the end..
Only perhaps a dying daffodil clutched to his chest.How they would do anything for the girl..
Blahblahblah..

I also noticed a lot of Female bands and/or singers frequently write songs on not-so-respectful issues about men.How men are idiots, that they can get a man to do anything, that men are insensitive boorish morons. That frequently laugh at the pursuit of man, pounding it into the dust, showing how pathetic men really are.
Blahblahblah
Now we know where the dying daffodil came about.

Before I face eternal damnation , read my earlier post.
If you're still gonna damn me - I'm sorry.
But HAH, prove me wrong.

Why is it so? I was listening to some classics and this "issue" was been around long enough.
NOw? It's getting worse.
One example. Just the Girl( guy) and that song which i hate. "I forget the name" haha..
WHY? I have never personally heard a song of a female band praising a guy. If you have. Contact me.If you have heard of guy bands praising girls, don't contact me. There'll be so much.. It'll be spam.
Controversy may spark. It always does.


I may be bias.. Haha.. But When I was a child. erm.. a child. as in below 1.20 metres tall.I hated the way girls used their femininity as some sort of leverage. To get us guys to do whatever.

Maybe chivalry was there back then.
Why? Were we weak and stupid and sub-minded? Were girls the same age supposedly had matured faster and thus could manipulated us to their will?
Why? More questions. Questions that don't normally rock my brain.. It just came out.
Why? Why do some girls say "All Men Are Evil/insensitive/unfaithful" in front of Men? Do they not see the consequences? Do they think that just because emotion isn't shown it would be the end of it? Do they *gasp* think it's amusing?

Why? Is that balance so unequal that women will ultimately dominate?

Why? Do women think that if emotion is not there, it never occured? Do they know songs do hurt some parties who have experienced the real negativity of their lyrics?

Why? Why? Why?I could start on the Women's Right's thing. NOthing against it. But I would be classified permanantly as an MCP.

So many questions.. I must really sound like a Male-ish idiot.

Yes, I am Male. NO doubt bout it. There is no need to check.

Books, Literature, Songs, Art are supposedly from the soul. So is the Soul such a place of intent?

Someone once wrote the the "Woe of Man".
One starts to wonder.
Does Man mean Man?


Cheers.

Whew.. Oh so bastardly.I've wanted to blog the last few days.But.As usual. Exams took a chunk out of me and dumped it in blogging bin.

Nic is back. Mixed feelings here I guess.

3 More exams.It is'nt to the sweat spooling brow extent.
It's close. And stupidly frustrating.
I wanted to blog about something a bit different.
So in anticipation to that I will provide some sort of disclaimer.
That Me, myself and I am not cursing, swearing and/or blaming any groups or gender in particular. This is only my own views and I am truly am sorry to anybody I offend in advance.I have nothing against the so-called affected party.
So yea..Keep that in mind.NOTHING really means much. Just needed to get some stuff off my back.

So hey! Maybe'll there be nothing at all.But I doubt so. Blogging sense sparkling.

As I said before.


Cheers.

I have an exam tomorrow.
Simple as that.I'm not stressed.
No.


What a great AM this morn.Man Utd won 3-0, Chelski lost 2-1.
Can life get any better?


Bishan was my destination yesterday.To study. It's really kinda stupid if you think about it.

However, thinking leads to pity for val's travelling time every day.And ger. TO a lesser extent.

I didn't study as much as i Hoped the last few days.Tis' maddening.

I won val's bro in WE9.. Haha.. That was one of the highlights.Study la.

I learnt a new word. Supererogatory - the meaning of this post.Purely for boredom and none of wit and notability.


Cheers.

I'm feeling rather lousy right now.

I want to study.
But I can't.

This song cheered me up.


Como un libro
Que no sabes el final
Y te asusta lo que lees
Asi la vida es

Cuando naces
Ya te expones al dolor
Y de a poco y con valor

Chorus
Y como libro el corazon
Nos ensena que hay temor
Que Hay fracasos y maldad
Que hay batallas que ganar

Y en cada pagina el amor
Nos comvierte en luchador
Y descubres lo comun
No hay un heroe como tu

Son muy pocos
Que se arriesgan por amor
Pero tu tienes la fe
Y eso lo es todo

No decaigas
Que vivir es aprender
Y no hay nada que temer
Si crees en ti

Y Como libro el corazon
Nos ensena que hay temor
Que hay fracasos y maldad
Que hay batallas que ganar

Y en cada pagina el amor
Nos comvierte en luchador
Y descrubes lo comun
No hay un heroe como tu.

Solo Dios
Sabe donde y cuando
La vida no sera
Los has echo bien
Solo con un sueno todo
Sabras como vencer

Y Como libro el corazon
Nos ensena que hay temor
Que hay fracasos y maldad
Que hay batallas que ganar

Y en cada pagina el amor
Nos comvierte en luchador
Y descubres lo comun
No hay un horoe como tu.


Hehheh. Even I can't understand the lyrics..
But it's nice.

Cheers.

I should have more days like this.

I got bloody angry today.
At myself mostly. NO argument there. At econs teacher.
C+..?? D+ for project?? What the heck? Was I that bad?
I could state a million excuses.

But it turned out to be a silver lining in that grey-tinged cloud.
I was so angry I went to the library alone and studied for 4 hours. 4-8.
Woo! I supposed that did me some good.
I finally met Hong Wei. Like good ol' days. It was damn fun.
Now I'd better get an A for OB. Or it'll all be naught.

I'd better get an A for CSA. I'd better get an A for Commskills. No bloody Cs.
Anger turns out to be good for me. I hardly get angry anyway. Somebody anger me.

Ok.. That was nonsense.
The day started good. I beat Rory. I got A for summative test. That news was refreshing.

It's the last day of Sem. Too bad. I rmb what Azhari said bout poly life passing faster then you could say " Stick to security, Kala". Hahaha.
Tis' true.

My group of friends are good. I'm beginning to see creaks and cracks. That's all.

Tis regular ranting refers to no one.

I'm still mad about Econs.

Study Time!

This has got to be my worst post ever.

Cheers.

Tired.

1. No more Comm skills.
2. No more 12 dollars.
3. Many more mugging
4. No more dad, mum and little bro.
5. No more bai fen bai ( I hope )
6. More Little Britain.
7. No more projects.
8. No more postcards.
9. Much exams left.

Cheers. Or so I think.

Stress.
In singapore, this word is a commodity.
Why is this word so frequently used? Abused even.
Stress comes up in the minds and chit-chats of adults. Complaining about everything, from the workload to their deliquent children.
Stress comes out in the language of teens and tweens. With naive minds, they perceive stress as schoolwork, projects and imbecilic people.
Children seem to have it best. While everybody complains about stress, they frolick about oblivious to anything except maybe catching that damn butterfly, or playing catch.

But what is stress really?
This word is overused and it's meaning has lost it's sharp edges. It has become a dull word. With adults shrugging it off, laughing in the face of their young ones. Providing no comfort and warmth, thinking that their stress outlives all. That the hard times were over.
But, how the mind perceives stress is another question.

If one never experiences the so-called hardship of war, starvation or the lack of money, they would undoubtedly feel stress is of another form. That of schoolwork. In turn, the adults have never experienced the stress of school work and the never ending special classes would not know of this major factor.

However so, the significance of stress to adults should not be undermined. They rush projects, work long hours, having to entertain that irritating superior.
Sound familier?
Teens and below have to rush projects AND homework, study half a day, and having to entertain numerous irritating superiors.
Of course, the determinant of this is the complexity of the adults projects and workload. But this is expected. Adults are supposedly more mature in speech and thought. The adults get money .Their ability to work out of seemingly decadent situations is admirable.
Also, there is the problem of raising a family. I cannot give a true neutral view. The world is seperated to with family and without family.. Or more specific starting family and no starting family.
I know that my views cannot be accurate, but neither are they obsolete. In Sunny Singapore, Families mean money. Money mean work, work leads stress. It's starting to sound dangerously repetative. Almost a vicious cycle. In a world context, why cannot we go easy on life like New Zealand or Australia? Judging from my visits there.
In a more personalized note, I have numorous friends complaining about stress. While some are understandable and others laughable. I fall victim to my own words, a contradict to myself.
I myself hate using the word stress. It is not true I do not fall victim to this Word.
But every answer has an solution, every problem can be solved, every assignment finished.

So why Stress? I frequently question myself. There are many worse off then me.
So I lose a few hours off sleep, big deal. So I missed ONE outing. Bully fer me. So I skipped one tv show. There will and always be plenty more. While I may complain, stress always is kept shoved somewhere in the dark reaches of my vocabulary.

I have been described as easy-going, blur and what not. While I cannot assure you otherwise those adjectives help little in my battle with stress.
Everybody complains about what they have to do, envious with a giant green-eyed monster staring at that group who always seem to be carefree.
Is it true? Nary so.
More often then not human nature overrules all, even sensible thinking. So I Am saying that human nature is a overrides sensible thinking. This cannot be helped. Hence the word Stress.

Stress itself is defined as the subject of physical and mental pressure.
From this, it is possible to deduce that the word stress simply means pressure.

We seek everything from divine intervention to simply running away from this dreaded word. With pressure seemingly bursting out if it's 8 word seams. We cannot escape.
Or can we? Is it just a matter of thought?

And while I have rambled on, the question will and would always stick with me.
Why Stress?

Cheers.

This lesson's decked in a purplish glow.
I'm having fun doing whatever.. While Teach rambles on.

Everybody's having fun.. Funny fun.
Reading Valencia's blog..
Apparently, we're boring, in the last class and not attractive.
Heh-Heh. The cons of an online diary.
Expected though. NObody loves new people straight away.

Size does matter. I've learnt that today. A fat-free regime is never possible. But everybody's conscious about one thing or another.
While in the lard case. It's more often then naught.

We Scrutinise blogs. Wrinkling our brows, attempting to read in between one's lines.
It's mildly interesting for a change. Until when that scrawny underworked head of ours start to creak from either misuse or a lack of oil. And unless we really like the victim (so-called) we continue. (This isn't my lines)

In lesson now. Exams are coming. I should stop. But it's too darn fun.

And while I engage in Rants. It's time to read more archives.
Cheers.

Obligatory remarks spark an redundant sense in me.
While largely an irritant it's dangerously addictive. Like THAT's old man attraction to Subatex.

The last train announcement has never been heard so many times.
It's time to cut down on that outings.
Hearing of Exams is both expected and repetitious.

I spent MY day preparing for a 10-minute spectacle.
I apologise in advance. But It was'nt worth the wait.
Like the phrase goes. The journey is better than the destination.
Or something along those lines.
The company was good, The environment paltry.
The trip enjoyable, The wait suffocating.
The fireworks ordinary. It sparked no amount of interest.

Nevertheless, before I face some form of critisicm.
The outing was fun. Simple, pure fun. It's always fun.

Interweaving with the unending crowd makes me, Quite crudely, bloody hell vexed and tired.

Cakes from Secret Recipe are supposed to be addictively extravagant.
While the latter is true, The former has been cast down to cake pits.
Let's try not to play Devil's advocate.
Maybe I was just was'nt hungry, or I was fatigued.
But, It was collectively either too sweet, creamy and/or both.
Haha.
Besides, I'll add to my already imposing weight. So, Nix,Nyet,Nein for anymore.
I thought initially SR was a wannabe high-class dessert cafe.
Judging from Kenny's Compliments, I now think otherwise.
NOTE this is not my Comments. I dare'nt say anything.

The day was'nt all bad. No days ever are.
For once, I had a 10-game winning streak. No doubt, dechipering would'nt be the requisite here.
While Kenny can come out all the excuses he wants. Facts are facts.

We took PICTURES!
Including an retarded/vulgar picture.
Sorry for that. I really could'nt find any suitable adjectives.
haha.. Rite Cal?

New Caladonia proved it's worth.

Cheers.

This is my Life.

WiTH the occasion relapse of fun.

I had a test today. Comm skills.
Judging from numerous wretched comments.
I thank God I finished with time to spare.
If you didn't finish. bully fer yer. I'm in a crummy mood.
But I do feel fer yer. Somewhere between good mood mode.

I went to view a fireworks display on Tuesday.
Even I was largely entralled during thus.
I see little point to return on Fri. Maybe I'm just lazy. Or those god-awful crowds make me feel a tad vexed.
I resent crowds.
And I was wondering when waiting for de MRT.
Why can't Singaporeans be more polite?
I always try to be polite. I stopped on the way to school to see if an old lady needed help carrying stuff to her hse today. She didn't.
If Japanese can wait so patiently in line despite the personification of packed in Shinjiku.
I see NO reason whatsoever for Singaporeans to barge their way into MRTs BEFORE letting others alight. As in the case for lifts.
Even poly students wait for people to alight in the library.
Do they do it outside?
Does outside mean free-reined?
Why adults have that blatant disapproval to be polite?
Even the oldies are no execption.
DO you old people have a right to squeeze through juz becuz you're old?
Does it give an excuse to be so damned impolite?

Of course. WE all have our reasons.
Plenty, where we Singaporeans apparently excel at.

I went to Geylang after the fireworks.
I was like a damn zombie.
I seriously cannot see the point of going there again.
So there is good food. And umm...
That's bout it.
While at the age of 17 I cannot comment much on the state of that place. I could and face something undesirable.
I never seen food as a driving point for anything, unless I'm starving.
Coffeeshop's below par food is enough for me.
And also. There was the unknowned-intentioned girl yanking my arm for a massage.

Exams are rushing round to meet me. Must be cuz of their never ending training.
I want to beat everybody in terms of results. NOte that this is just motivation. NOthing aginst your intellect.
My accounting is like crap. AND despite sherman's insistence on teaching me. There are somethings you haven't even learnt before.
My econs ain't better.
My OB is pretty decent.
My Comm skills is over.
AND
My CSA is like unknown.

Whatever the situation. It's time to mug.
I've always admired people who can study.
And I've always hated people who looked down in me who cannot study.

My secondary school life was one of peaks and troughs.

My first two years was'nt the best.
True. I was'nt the best either. But the attitude of certain classmates infuriated me.
I was made vice-chairperson In Sec 1.
I then failed my mid-yrs. I thot it was because I did'nt come for D&T and Art exam.
It was'nt to be. Despite what I think, previously. I had a trying time switching to secondary school mode. I always did well in primary without the need of flippin a book. This bad habit has carried on till now.

I made it to Sec 2. I think I was second-last in class.

I cannot fanthom my inability to notice my downhill slide.
My teacher put me and another malay guy in a corner of the class. The deliquents - in between girls and far from the guys.
I hated it. The girls beside me were arrogant, in their warped reality. Refusing me help and what not. Hence, in my inexperienced mind. I hated the teacher too.
HehHeh.
Life was'nt dat bad actually. But just the girls.

I hate people who smoke. My sec 3 life was as such.
Esp after soccer training.
A group of 10 would dissapate leaving me.
All go and "stng". Bastards.
I got into the last - worst class of Sec 3.
Where all the deliquents basically were.
We were issued a sub-par form teacher. He was pretty good actually. But new.
I loved that class. Despite counts of theft, fights, vandalism.. Haha..
They were'nt all bad. My best friends emerged from that scrapheap.
I was one of the better students. Hence, people came to me for help.
Even girls came to me about BGR-related problems.
Hehe.. Good.
I willingly say my friends and life was better in Sec 3. And I saw some sembalance of light and started studying. Doin my homework used to be an achievement.
Sec 4 was largely the same.
I can safely say that making and keeping friends is one of my strengths.
I was friends with the outcasts. And the popular ones.. Hehheh. This may seem arrogant but sod off.
Unoffical counselling I did a lot.
Everything from BGR to feuds between people.
WOO! So proud of myself.

Poly was a new beginning. I scraped into my course. The COP was 16. I had 16.
Ain't bad. Some had 9 or 6. And I'm in the same class as you.
Haha.. No offense. If you're like Gerald. Can take hints so damn well. Nothing malicious intended.


The phrase hit the ground running was largely an aim for me. And now that I've hit it. I gotta continue. If life was as simple as a race. I would have cheated. And i would win.

A wise guy once quoted Life is like a box of chocolates.
And i mean a wise-guy in a bad way.
The epitome of idiot. I seriously feel like bashing him up, after the comments that he thought was clever and smart. The words he said came out forced and memorised. If you quote, have something to back you up.

Then, there is another fireworks display tmr.
My goodness. New Caladonia. Where the heck is it?
If i recall correctly, it's either near/with Australia, France or England.
Haha.
And for My sake. Don't go geylang.

I miss playing first keyboard.

Cheers.

So what if I can connect long words over complex sentences?
So what if I have a wide range of IT.
So what if I have beaten entries.
So what..
It ain't none of your damn business.

And now while I apparently rant on yawn.
It isn't for you.

Cheers.

MAN U!!!!
I have to blog about this la..
Man U have been my passion since K2. Ever since that fateful day my older bro introduce me to this team.
Never regreted it.
From the time I was scared of the good skills of the " Big black man" of Arsenal.
From the time Mark Hughes, Peter Big Dane, Ronny Johnsen, Henning Berg, Jespar Blomqvist.
YEA!
To scared of the next superstar Chelsea will buy.
To Wayne Rooney, Kieran Richardson, Guiseppe Rossi, Michael Carrick.

Man U for life man..

I rmb watching to 1999 treble season. Yea.
The pure feeling of unbridled elation when Man U scores.
The horrible gut-wrenching feeling when we lose. (Boro 4 Man u 1)

I think at $18.6 million is a tad to ex for Carrick
I also think he's gonna do his darnest to earn every penny back.

CAn't wait for new season..
Every week match. Never missed one.
YEA!
GO Man U!

Cheers.

Reubeeee! is how I'm commonly called in school. At least by 2 people.
Soon ar, people like Kenny wd be calling me Champion.. Hahaha..

Anyway, Life wasen't any different today.
Dad went off to Kazhastan. Bleh.. Hope he'll be safe.
ONE MAN MISSION!

I went early to school to study.. Or least attempt to study, when a damn interesting book stood in my way la.

Later went to eat.
What I could not fanthom is how buying the wrong food, spending about $1 more on food and walking in the hot sun can be somehow coincide with a bad day.
Relax man..

At least the 3 had fun.. Go watch Tokyo Drift. Chey.. Got exam you know?

Comm skills meeting was decent la. Learnt not to expect too much..
NO matter.

I wish Singapore, or Tampines had more interesting places. Today walk Tm ar.. Like it's damn boring. Not this is that. Been there.. Done That..
Next time ar. Should walk to interchange.

Anyway, Life dosen't seem different without Dad la.
But I'll miss him.. This is only the first day..
Rmb working with him that 3 months.. He showed me a side I never seen b4.. A extremely streetwise, knowledgable side..

Haha..

I admit playing Ps2 for 2 hrs today.. Def jam will kill me as I kill people ..
Haha..

LOTSA credit to Phoebs for the Photo.. Kudos to you..
Haha.. Play cam ar.. Too long already..
Like a kid with a new toy..

I realise I don't have a wishlist in my blog.
And I have so many things I wanna do RIGHT NOW.

Watch Little Britain.
Play Winning Eleven.
Perfect- DP's- Bad Day.
Read That Book.
Play Organ.
Read someone's entries.
Play with a baby.

Lol... Auntie Alice and her baby came to my hse earlier..
I wish I was here.
Stories of cute babies flying around, with nieces and babysitted babies all around.
I want to play with one too! Saw the baby once. Irresitable.


Whew!

Cheers.

I provide fun for kids half my size. And it's damn tiring.
The damn cans and that disfigured stereofoam cube-like-thing.
I had to run bent double for 1 hour non-stop, placing the milk cans, the box, explaining the game asking how old the child was, patiently waiting for the oh-so-cute and blur kids to throw the tin,
encourage the kids.
Whew!

I did pretty good, I guess. A LOT of credit to Phil oso. We were both bloody sweating afterthe 2 hrs lo. But, It's done man.. And It was a success!
NO help from Philip. Mann.. He was a unbridled pain.
HOW can ANYBODY be so IRRITATING!
I pity the other 2 Chors.
haha.


NO probs.

Also, went out with Calvin on Sat. Found out I had to do poster thing. Bleh..
He so kindly waited and followed me everywhere. His blog for very intricate details.

I found out that Calvin LOVES to help.
He helped me in this blog, accounting when he was sick, and the poster. WOW!
Maybe he's just bored. But thanks anyway.

I spent 4 hours on the poster and almost $40 on that day.

I also found out that looks aside. The Teletubbies are horribly indecisive and most have their priorities sorted in mishmash.
NO matter. I'm not the exception.

Whew.. I'm damn tired mann..
But man U match coming in an hour!
CARRICK!!!!
Today's focal point is FOP.

NO prob.. There's still the whole day to banter..

I lovve OB lecture.
Firstly, the topic is damn interesting. It's in the quiet morning and I have my coffee.
The aircon is heavenly. The seats are only half-filled. It's best of all QUIET!
Unlike Mr Koh's lecture. Poor guy.

Then on to Mac with Rory's idea of a funky, fun-filled class outing.
Well, the idea was there.. That's bout all I can say.. Haha.

I had to go do econs. Turned out to be do game.
Winning eleven rocks man.. All must agree.
And Valencia scoring the winning goal with Beckham had to be the crowning glory.. Haha...
Calvin AND Gerald must go train first.

Anywy, they then demanded I play a song.
Oh well..

Econs was stony. Our teach could pass a lie detector test man...
Look at that calmness!

Now ar..
To:
Gerald.
Hey man. Don't worry about FOP thing. I also wanna apologise bout our persisitancy. Could see you're were kinda torn between both worlds. If you can't explain it don't bother. We won't bother you with any religious matters. Also, sorry with that stupid England-ish message. A bit poor in taste la. Could tell you didn't like it. SORRY!

Calvin.
Hey man. It's not all bout the show lah. I know that.. No worries if you don't want to go.
We should'nt force anyway.
Sorry for the persistancy again.
Go "k" next time ar..

Kenny.
YO! Thanks for coming dude.. Again not blaming anyone.
But the damn Macdonald ar. is a damn 5-10mins away. Or 500-600 Metres.
But is fun la.
Thx for coming la.. Even tho for you a bit awakard.

So Sorry everybody. In case.
Valencia no need write la.
She was with me until she at the end run away leave me for myself..
Haha.. Jk.. No worries. Again.

Woo! Carrick time!

Cheers.

There isn't much to blog about..
But good news is abounding. One OB project down. One economics due this week is done. I passed Accounting. Survey only needs carrying out. Watch out, you below twelve Child.
Comm skills is going fine. 1 Project left. FOP is coming.
What I blog is mostly bout school. Cuz that's what's happening. SO don't ask me to blog bout other stuff.
Like history.
Will do it when I'm feeling nostalgic.

I still need to do econs.
But stress is lifting.

I, however am still worried about the funfair thing.
I wanna watch Little Britain.
I'm gushing about whatever's available in my mind now.

I can't wait for Fri. Bring controller and crackers and we'll have a bomb.

I wanna play micropool with Kenny. And Calvin. And Gerald And Valencia..
Haha.

I need some Jazz.

Cheers.

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