R.I.P Messers Antonio Puerta.

I am genuinely saddened by the death of Puerta.
A talented soccer player, naturally left-legged, gifted player.
Once courted by Manchester United and Arsenal.

R.I.P Puerta

I may hardly have seen you play but I know your name.

Goodbye.
and God bless.


I didn't even feel this sad when Steve Irwin passed on.
No offence.


R.I.P

Event: http://youtube.com/watch?v=CFc25Hym6q8

To the tune of "I could sing of your love forever"


Starts from Chorus:
I could read up finance forever.
I could read up finance forever.
I could read up finance forever.
I could read up finance forever.

Over the mountains and the sea,
I see my finance book with me,
and all I ever see now is,
marketable securities.

I'm happy to be in the truth
and I would daily read my book
for I will always sing of FV x PMT!

I could read my finance forever.
I could read my finance forever.
I could read my finance forever.
I could read my finance forever.

Bridge:
Oh I feel like budgeting!
It's capital I know.
But when the world sees my coupon rate.
They will dance with joy like I'm dancing right now!

Chorus:
I could read my finance forever.
I could read my finance forever.
I could read my finance forever.
I could read my finance forever.


End.


From the mind who's half fed up with Finance.

Here's the link to the song.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=1R2cRs8BF4M

I've browsed through the hallways of friendster.
Searching for old Secondary school People.
What fun!
Fun yea.


Anyway,
Some have treaded the path of goth.
Some have in to cigs-n-beer facades.
Some have succumbed to the lure of the Kawaii crowd.
Some have grown their hair.
Some have decided to reveal more skin.
Some have morbid pictures.
Some look plain stupid.
Some look I'm-full-of-school-spirit!
Some look gay.
Some look better.
Some have soulmates.
Some lost soulmates.
Most long for soulmates.
Most bore me.

Reading more makes me liable to put more stuff in the cliched column.


I admire wirry wit and not dooky dark.

Alrighty Then!

I dread the days of 2.2.

It's all so fine and dandy for all my friends who went to the same course.
(I'm sure I'll get taunted for this)

I've gotta make new friends again.
It's a bit fettering and all.
Fun while it lasts kinda thing.

As mentioned to Cal.
Gotta be selfish to get my goals.

I'd hope our careers will cross, and paths rewritten.

What's so nice about Tourism and Corp Comm anyway.

Sigh..

Good luck Guys.

Cheers

Mug - To rob.

Mug - To study.

Muggers- People who wish to Bump into Ray Kroc.

Muggers- People who spend 7 hours at Macdonalds'

I slept somewhat unknowingly yesterday.
I was lying waiting n thinking.

Saying I think a lot is too much of a cliche for me.
Everybody thinks.
It's how it all ends up that matters.

I was down thinking about Dr. Seuss yesterday.
Green eggs and ham.

Bit of ponder aof whether I could write something like Green Eggs and Ham.
Apparantly all the good titles have been taken.

Let me try.
Pen and Pencil.

I have one pen and one pencil.

One writes in blue one you can cancel.

Ink is the name of this pen's game.

The pencil is small, Look I have two!

But they're all the same.




How horrible that poems sounds and the audacity of me posting it astounds me but its the early reaches of the morning and my eyes are still seeing double.


Anyway, I was sittin' on my chair last nite waitin for something.
There was nothing to do.

Cold hard, boringness .
I had to study that much I knew.
I wanted to play but i'm stuck in a rut.

Organ, I mean.



Sigh.

I miss chatting



Cheers.

Its Tuesday.

And While some lucky "lazy" person is out enjoying Bourne.
I just started study week.

A piece of good news though.
At the end of the week IT'S finally getting through.
$84 drops in my pockets, or POSB's for that matter.

Right.

I got a B for HRM, a C+ for Bfin, and a B+ for MBS.

And they stink.
Where are all my A's?
Calculations have thus proved that it is nigh impossible for me to achieve an A.

Calculations can sod off.

My current somewhat morbid (I deplore the use of this word) motivation is that I can't stand losing to my friends in terms of results.

So. I have 5 more days.
For 2 measely subjects.
minute, miniature, small, tiny subjects.

After all, how hard can convertible bonds and unconvertible bonds and long term bonds and short term bonds and intermediate term bonds and interest free bonds and returnable bonds and retrievable bonds and non-current bonds and current bonds and liability bonds and equity bonds and lifelong bonds and warrent bonds and marketable bonds be?

Aye?

Dear Sir Alex,
I write this letter on behalf on all Manchester United fans out there. Please do something about our current slump. My current belief after seeing the three recent games is that our beloved team cannot find the back of the net even if it was a the size of 3 baseball fields. As much as I bemoan the sale of one of my favourite young players, Rossi. I feel that the current squad is sufficient.
As many things I have to gripe about , I trust you ol' grandmaster, but let's start winning aye?

I adore tags.


ummhmm.

Anyway,
I finally met up with HW and Sherman.

bit of a quirk really.
How they can be so incredibly funny.
How NOTHING they say registers to me as a boring cliche.
How much i enjoy being with them.

NOBODY has beaten them yet in their own game.

I'm a bit stumped on what exactly to write today.

Can someone give me a suggestion?

Cheerio!

I get so impressed with people sometimes.
Keyboard, drums, english, soccer. Stuff that I enjoy doing.

But then I find out I can do better.

What's this phenomenen called?
(read my title)

Oh well.


Anyway, Disney's are cheats.
They use the whole orchestra.
I don't have a whole orchestra.
mindblowing.

Enchanting, lovely, tantalising day.

For one thing, I got another A for special occasion speech!
That adds to my A for impromptu!
I passed my Public Speaking Test. ( Note we were only told pass or fail)

And I'm in love with Walt Disney's classics.

Esp the Song of the South "zip-a-dee-doo-dah" song which I'm hearing for the umpteenth time.

Add that to under the sea.

Everything is satisfactual.

Cheers!

我的华语很差
可是呢，为了大家我会努力用功学的。
我姓何名叫伟权。
我现在写这些很困难，所以请您们让让我一点的好意.


Now for those who can't read Chinese.
Here is the Translation.

" Hello All! My Chinese Is not the best! However, due to unforseen circumstances, Or not so unforseen, I no longer have to learn Chinese. While some may argue the roots of our forefathers are very important, let me suffice to say that I respect the Chinese language a lot and my weakness in chinese does not stem from my lack of respect for Chinese people, its marvelous, glorious history and its language.
However, despite my weakness of Chinese, i would move mountains and endure the daunting inevitable process of sweat and tears to improve. Envisioning myself at the finish line of knowledge and learning is still a far-off prospect, one of which i am looking forward too, however, it is said that there is no end to understanding and while I enjoy the government's attempts to get the elderly to reinforce their stance in life and be useful and a joy in society, I think.
My family's name is Ho, For which I am proud of. Ho for a start, sounds really cool and stems from a old Chinese wise guy who decided Ho was a nice name. My name, or what people call me is Wei Quan, People dont call me Wei Quan, However, they call me Reuben. I am quite fine with the name Reuben, I think it is while not extraordinary is neat and easy to remember without much ponderings to remember that tall guy who is not so fat yet not so thin who occasionally taps tables infetteringly irritatingly and who also enjoys using words not found in the dictionary.
When I am writing these Chinese Characters I feel a sense of foreboding. This stems from my inability to converse in Chinese and also this sense of foreboding warns me that this subtitles are not quite as accurate as I have hoped but that ultimately proves my horrible knowledge of the Chinese Language which I repeat am trying to correct, thus kindly forgive my shortcomings and wait for the day I speak to you both online and face-to-face in a smattering of Chinese which you would be utterly shocked by because the utterings would be so incredibly darn fluent you would have a massive shock, but I hope you wont get a real serious shock to your system cause I've really grown to like the people who reads my blog regularly and to whom I dedicate this post too. Cheerio.


Chinese is an intricate language as you can see.
:)

I Detest/abhore the umbrella song by Rihanna (I think)

I remain both flummoxed/flabbergasted at it's popularity

No offence to Rihanna (Am I getting this right?)

But I think I'll call it Rihanna's random sayings.
Not song. A song is defined as music.

Yes, music.

Yet to find that in umbrella.


Here's what I did when I heard that song.

*Unfamilier verse plays*
*Cringe-worthy chorus begins*

*ellaellaella*

"HUH?" *in tandem with Hong Wei*

First I started laughing.

*Hearing the song for the too many-th time*
*covers ears*
"Swears at Singer, writer, sound speaker, my ears, singer, song, music"
*Arrange suitable swear words for each*

*pick Choice moments to say swear words*

*Forget how to swear*

*Mind reverts to revaberating and decides*

*hmm*

*monkey eats banana biscuits in my head*

*Word travels from neurons in my brain to voicebox*

*Swear, witty, smart, intelligent sections of brain shuts down*

"WALAO EH, WHAT A NICE SONG"

*That was a smattering of swear and a failed attempt at sarcasm, while intelligent remembers what sarcasm is, but forgets how to deliver it*





That was it.



I have to give credit to the writer for making the umbrella (mundane at best) such a popular item.

Now let me try,

Excuse me.

Handphone, handphone, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, ee ee ee ee .
ah,ah,ha.
Hee hee hee.

Omgoodness.

I literally covered my ears when I heard that.


Cheers, cheers, eers, eers, rs ,rs, rs.

Trend = Splittings .
Splitting yeah!

I know People who break up.
People like

you n you n you n you n you n you n you.

Hoothoot!
Homer-style!

I havent broke up yet!

umm,

Or broken in, for that matter.

Strangely patriotic I am.
Yoda I am not.

Its Singapore's birthday.
yip-yi-doodle-dang-damn-dis-sept.

hmm.

Anyway,
Reading that book really inspired me.
Creative writing indeed.

Anyway, Bruce or Lozenstgo was really being a total arse today.
And it's only my third lesson.
...:(

Anyway, I read a few blogs. In fact I read all the blogs I know before I started typing and Apart from a few dead ones, I found a few delightfully pleasant to read.

One naming Ger's one.
hahaha. Omgoodness, the captions are hilarious.
ahahha.

POST MORE PICTURES!

Ha!

I've also decided to stop using Heh.
Cause it sounds so, fake.

Heh.

Eh?

Oh..

Ha!

Ee

So.

Oh.

hmm?




Right.

Anyway,
I get very irritated when people insult performances.
I always think of the hard work people has put in.
And other imbeciles put them down without a further thought.

Take a singer for example.
If he's out of tune I tend to comment, but that's it.
Like " Ouch. :)"
Cause I'm music guy. Don't blame me.
Blame err, music.

Anyway, I've heard comments like
"walao, what kind of singing? Embarrass himself only"
=
"sod off you little ***:), he's singing on national tv and that's what Singapore needs"

Soccer-wise.
"I go there sure beat them one la, ram can already, noob one them"
=
"They're 5 years old you moron, I'll bet your rotating love handle will hang on some mother's mantlepiece"

Dancing wise
"Chey, They not good. Seen better"
=
" you bear a startling resemblance to my dinner, sauteed pork thighs"

Acting-wise
"walao, he act like ***:(, I can do better"
=
"you just did, you just won an oscar (grammys suck, blame simpsons for that) for Playing a pink bullseye in a SWAT camp"


That's it.

Im sorry for the influx in punctuation.
I think the asterix is underused anyway.

Also, The NDP parade was impressive.
HRM tmr , PS test tmr.

* Cheers *

beep

Reading Neil Humphrey's Notes from a small island has left a considerable impact on me.
It made me realise the extent of my language..
Pathetic.

Anyway, I frequently dabble with stagnant stuff.
I'm getting impressionably bored,
Be it, going to blogs. (Here is Ger's last kukuface comment):)
Soccer news.

All boring.
I hav tuition tmr.
Ol Brucey.


There.

I have been dobbling on the idea on launching a scathing attack on my friends.

Bit stupid really.Yawn.

I wish somebody can perk me up.

I'm done with HRM !
How awfully dandy.

I've compiled since afternoon.
And my sombre sibling refuses to get me dinner.

Bastard!


Anyway, translating some of my high notes here.

For once.
Here are some pictures of... ...
THE IDEAL GROUPMATES!

I hav a headache.
A spiritual one.

I have been groaning and griping in my mind, coming to no less uncertain terms with myself and my current position.
And I am not happy.

Everything that I'm proud of, everything I consider myself half-decent at doing.
They're not my abilities. They're not by trademark, my standout. They're all his castdowns.

Frankly put, I'm lousier at everything then him.
Everything.

They call me to step out of his shadow, make a name for myself. Sports, music, studies, personality, gait, language.
It's because of him I adapt to everybody's own individual personality, catering to their individual pleasure. All to make them happy, All to make him happy.

I absolutely loathe that word.
That convenient word that describes everything, describes every emotion, every train of thought.

I'll call them bloody fools who use it as a damn smokescreen to hide insecurities, past or present.
My thoughts are heading in a downward spiral, human emotion, I call it.
Bit hard to get away from it.
Thus, I don't know.

Oh my God, how I wish to let lose everything on that person.
Soon perhaps.

It's biting my soul.

Again to my former part, I'm so incredibly sombre right now.
What the hell can i possibly do?

I feel like 18 going on 42 and remaining in 13.
This is the pits.
But I can't go any further.
I'll be damn judged.

How incredibly ironic this is.
While I cleverly twist my stories into something for people to judge, the real truth is behind that letterbox, fighting like a sabretooth with bees in his pants.

I'd wouldn't bother at answering anybody's questions, or reasoning my reader-perceived lack of common sense.

For what it's worth I'd better get my purpose real soon, and the Bible can only help so much when I struggle through it on my own.

What use is the Bible anyway?
I can't understand his mysteries, it's telling me what not to do, that I already know So much.
I've read the whole good book. So what now?
How can I get to know the answers to life?

Outsourcing?
And as I type my jealously-ridden brain condenms another person.
How incredibly naive and ironic.
How cliched.

So what now?
God?

My faith seems diminished.
Yet I always know, he'll turn good.

I'd rather wish I was matyred, should be quick and simple though. Painless would be ideal.

I could say I want to do something to let it out, like cry or laugh or scream or whatever makes ME happy.
But wouldn't it be severe?
Minds judge and ponder and interweave menecingly, Isn't it just the immature thing to do.
Or is it? Cantering to the tune of popular culture and following the crowd is easy and painless.
What attempts to be different or be unlike others who certain people mock, to be jutted it to be good at something. Attempts.. All merely a tightrope of attempts, all of which certain loopholes are bound to appear.
My personal attempts at being such lead to mocking at insidising to unloved and supposedly lower class.
Supposedly, everything is supposedly, perceive perceivement, how tremendously juvenile it all sounds. Psychology, the study of the human mind, perceivement, how everything is perceived.
How incredibly thought-provoking.
For we try to comprehend each other and make fancy names for behaviours and emotions, leave us vexed and coming up with a new word. Unpredictable.

It's all so nicely put, laid on a platter for us to swallow.
Isn't it fine and dandy that the good book has a answer to that as well, peace trancends all understanding.

Oh, how the magnitude of the words strike us.
Trancends, understanding.
Great thinkers, normal thinkers, to the resident dunce (They're smarter then they look)
ALL..
But this short essay, this attempt at understanding all that, what you see above and below comes from me. A 18 year old student.

How then can maturity come into the picture, how then can life be perceived?
From what possible angles can all this and that be slowly dissected and meticulously checked again and again until we find a suitable answer?

My answer to everything is the Bible. The good book.
Oh my word. I really hope people actually read this, I'm tired of reasoning with myself with a fancy word. This is the first I written that is terribly straightforward albeit in circles.

How lovely.

Isn't it atypical of humans?

There some verse in the good book saying about the explosion of knowledge, comprehension of the human mind. The boundaries of its limits and while I ponder that.

I'm just a stupid stupid little boy.

Ho Wei - 14/04/89
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