If that's the real world, then I'll be a trailblazer.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
If that's the real world, then I'll be a trailblazer.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
HAVE TO SAY: THREE THUMBS UP!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
YOU BASTARD!!!!!! GIVE ME BACK LARRY AND BOB!!!!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Maybe, soon, there'll be nothing but empty chairs in those great halls. Remnants of what have happened in the past and a sign of what to expect from the future.
It's been an entertaining and exciting adventure from day one to the very end - It was one hell of a ride.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Just how many times can you possibly lie in one conversation?
Ever wondered how many lies you've told in a day?
It doesn't have to be conscious, or on purpose. It could be subconsciously, unknowingly or accidentally. But nonetheless, it's a lie. Nothing malignant, nothing vile, nothing mischievous. But still a lie.
'Hey I'll be right back.' And you disappear.
'Mmh, I'll talk to you later.' Uhh really?
'Ugh, I don't know how to do this.' Or are you just lazy?
'Ah, I have to go to the toilet.' Or are you just wandering around and loitering?
'I have to go now!' Or are you just tired of talking?
'Sorry, I have to sleep, I'm not feeling well.' Or are you just not focused?
'I told you yesterday, remember? Or maybe something got mixed up.' Oh really?
'I'm fine, really.' Are you?
'I'm feeling really really good!' Are you?
'I haven't been well.' Or are you seeking attention?
'It's too unfair.' Or are you playing victim?
'I can't, I'm busy.' Or do you just not want to?
'It's out of my ability.' Or is it out of your voluntariness?
Many times, we just get caught up in situations like this. We want to get out of situations, and be elegant doing so, instead of running clumsily for it.
I'm certainly not blameless myself. But really sometimes I get a little annoyed when people say things I know they are unlikely to do.
Everybody wants to be nice and it's troublesome. We hate to be mean and we have to veil our meanness by saying something nice. To achieve that, we inevitably lie. Even without malice.
Such a mad, mad world, huh?
I think that fella respects me.
I'm not surprised. A lot of people do.
Just so you know!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Feuds have torn us asunder.
Conflicts, not just any number,
Some against one another,
And plenty alongside each other.
I saw the truth, but you pretended.
I told the truth, but they weren’t persuaded.
I begged for truth, but it only saw me injured.
You preached your ‘truth’, and left me disappointed.
There were many instances where you stole my flower,
And countless other times where you stole my thunder.
Often, I pondered and wondered in anger,
Why oh why were you someone I called my ‘Brother?’
Everything I’ve worked for, you plundered.
Everything I’ve wanted, you demanded.
My pleas and entreaties, you have shunted.
I can’t help but wonder, ‘Has it ended?’
(Yes I wrote this, stop asking.)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Ludicrous. Ridiculous. Unbelievable.
How can you stoop so low just for that little gain?
How can you?
It's a shame, and I was starting to think quite highly of you.
Fortune favours the brave.
Those that did the right thing, you did the right thing. That much is fact and no matter what or who conceals it, it is the right thing.
At the end of the road, you will not be judged by any worldly contaminated people, but God himself, and He would know what you have done and what you have not done.
And God alone will judge you.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Culprits: Li Qi, Jung Kiang, David and Hua Jie.
(Not colour coded because I don't remember who said what.)
(Some parts were edited for greater lol-factor.)
(Studying Biology. Accuracy from the conversations not guaranteed.)
Pancreatic juice comes from the pancreas right?
Huh not liver meh?
IT'S FREAKING PANCREA-TIC JUICE LA!
Oh ya.... Then the liver one is?
But it comes from gall bladder right?
Ya. It's just stored in liver.
Oh okay... Ileum!
What if the anus was famous?
What? You mean like Jennifer Lopez's butt?
Hmmm up to you to interpret.
Then it'll be...
FAMOUS ANUS BISCUITS!
COME ON LETS GO EAT SOME FAMOUS ANUS BISCUITS!!!
(Classroom shrieks in laughter.)
Me and huaJie are nice people, we think. But we cannot compare to this little one here:
karMun: Li Qi, I tell you ahhh! This Hua Jie ah, kembang like don't know what you know when I told him something!
liQi: What thing?
karMun: Don't want say, later he kembang kao kao again.
(huaJie points at karMun and does the twirl-finger-beside-cheek-while-wincing-gesture.)
liQi: Hahaha what was it!?
karMun: Nola, I just told him that some people said he was nice.
(karMun turns to face huaJie.)
karMun: SEEEE KEMBANG AGAIN!
huaJie: EH!! WHAT DID I DO?!
karMun: THIS KIND OF PEOPLE AHHHHH! CAN'T BELIEVE PEOPLE SAY YOU ARE NICE!
liQi: But he is nice what?
(huaJie grins and stares at karMun.)
karMun: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MYYYYYY SIDEEE!
liQi: You want be friends with not-nice people meh?
karMun: HMMPH! But I'm nicer right?
liQi: Yes you are, karMun.
(karMun pumps her fist and grins widely.)
huaJie: WALAO YOU GOT SEE HER REACTION OR NOT!?!?! SHE WAS LIKE "YESSSSSS! I DID IT!!!"
liQi: HAHAHA YA LIKE SHE IS SOME WORLD CHAMPION LIKE THAT! "LOOOOK, I AM THE WORLD CHAMPION OF NICEE!"
(liQi lifts up imaginary title belt.)
huaJie: LOL AT THE CHAMPIONSHIP BELT WEI!
karMun: SUCH FRIENDS I GOT!!!!!
But karMun is too nice. Me and Huajie are nice, but absolutely cannot compare. It's like comparing pubic hair to hair. They are both hair, but not really the same.
karMun: Nicole, I'm nice... Right?!?!?!
karMun: Goh Tze, I'm nice... Right!??!?
(Tze Lim nods.)
liQi: Yes, we know, world champion.
(Huajie does pumping balloon gesture in the background.)
huaJie: POOoOOoOF! Walao, kembang until pao liau.
See...? So nice.
... I think I have a thing for girls with big eyes.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Hitagi: Why so?
Meme: Gods are everywhere. They are everywhere, yet nowhere. You can say it was both around you and not around you before you became like this.
Hitagi: This is just like Zen dialog.
Meme: It's Shinto, or is it Shugendou? Don't get the wrong idea, young lady. You didn't become like this because of whatever. It's just that your point of view changed.
Hitagi: My point of view? What are you trying to say?
Meme: I'm saying I can't stand you acting all victimized, young lady.
Friday, October 16, 2009
I still think it quite an achievement because despite its failures, it was a breakthrough after all. Heh!
I confess. In the past, I have always tried to be cool in every action I take. But, I'm tired of it already. From now on, I'll try to be warm. Cool people are almost ubiquitous nowadays; warm people are a rare breed. Everyone can be cool, but not everyone can be warm.
The only truly warm people I know of are Natalie Khoo and Andrew Fong. Those people that never cease to smile and have a cheerful aura and give a warm "Hello" every time you meet.... Fine, in the case of Nat, it's more like... "HELLOOOOO WHATS UPPPPPP!" But you get my drift. Yeah, those are really nice people and I want to be like them.
By my own admission, I have difficulty caring enough about other people when my own sense of justice kicks in. It's hard and rather troublesome for me. I don't like faulting and berating my friends, yet I can't stand faulting the just. But I won't stop trying to strike a right balance. Must. Be. Warm!
I hate cynics.
That is ironically, coming from a huge-ass cynic himself. Ugh.
"Hey, you. You always walk past people as if they are invisible if you have no business with them. If you make eye contact with another, can't you at least nod or smile or say something to acknowledge their existence? Or you can't even be assed to do even that? All you do is put on that self proclaimed 'normal face' of yours and trudge off with an aura of enmity."
Hey, I'm sorry if you think so. But gee... Do I really?
Hihi, I'll find you.
I <3 Subway!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
When I do well, I just give a shrug and continue on with my business.
But more often than not, I do not do too well. Gone are the days where my name sits somewhere near the top of the list. Nowadays, it always lurks at the tail-end of the list.
However, I always take heart from the fact that I know I am nowhere near doing my best yet. I am capable of more and I can do better. A lot better.
But that's not where the problem lies, is it?
The problem is:
Can I actually bring myself to do my best?
35 days. Wake up.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
-Arthur Pendragon = King of Knights.
-Gilgamesh of Uruk = King of Heroes.
-Chia Zi Cong = King of Gays.
From cutting my hair today:
-The much maligned "RM10 Indian Barbers" are as competent if not better than some "High-Calibre, Guarantee-Satisfied Salons" *cough*vesta*cough*
(This only applies to guys though.)
From jogging today:
-I am still crazy exhausted from yesterday night's vigorous and intense activity that left me sweating profusely all over and panting furiously. There were probably some bruises and scratches from a lot of physical engagement between our bodies. We constantly tried to get behind each other and kept going non-stop for two hours and it was really sapping. We touched the ball many many times and tried to keep it under control. We took a shot multiple times throughout the course and even though more often than not we miss the target, but we kept on going strong, not giving up until we finally hit the right spot. And oh my, what joy it brought us. We went into overdrive and shouted- no, screamed loudly with elation in unison. And then we resumed our activity once more, and then again, until our energy reserves were sucked away by the end and we could do nothing but lie down and pant with glee, but it was a happy night. I woke up the next day feeling a little weaker than I've been for a while.
...What? It's just futsal you horny bastards.
-Taman Tun park is ridiculously packed. I haven't been here during the evenings in a while and WHAT THE HECK, HAS THIS PLACE DEVELOPED INTO SOME TAMAN NEGARA NOWADAYS?
-The soya bean vendor is still good.
-Don't ever eat curry puffs before jogging if you value your life. Ever!
-I realized why I tire extremely fast while jogging sometimes. I tend to treat the 2000m run like a 200m sprint. *gallop gallop gallop* *ahhh very tired ahhh!*
From wandering the night market:
-Uncle Jit hasn't changed.
-Uncle Jit hurt his leg.
-Decapitated cow heads aren't half as disgusting as I imagined, but still disgusting.
-Lots of hobos are out (or brought out) begging for money at night markets.
Speaking of hobos on the streets, do you all actually give them money?
My dad always says that it is a con, a fraud, a big lie, and I shouldn't give in to sympathy and get scammed.
But to be honest I've never heeded his comments. Personally, I usually give a little when I see them. If it helps them, it makes me a good deal happier. If it doesn't, and it's only a con, a ringgit or two is hardly anything I cannot afford to part with.
Plus I sort of made an oath to do so some time ago. =\
From futsal yesterday:
-I'm not too terrible!
-I might have 'osteoporosis.' (-.-) My hipbone hurt a bit after the game.
-I get gashed easily.
-My toes are stub-prone.
-A goalkeeper that has a blunder is called "Ben Foster."
-A player that scores an own goal is called "Abou Diaby."
-A player that misses a penalty is called "John Terry."
-Anyone who laughs and comments on the above events continuously is called "Kanye West."
Yoyoyo, I know you wanna miss a penalty later, but did you know? John Terry missed the greatest penalty of all time!
Yoyoyo, I know you're gonna score an own goal soon, but did you know? Abou Diaby scored the greatest own goal of all time!
Yoyoyo, I know you're gonna have a blunder now, but did you know? Ben Foster made the greatest blunder of all time!
-And anybody that laughs at a "Kanye" joke is a "Beyonce."
"It may not seem that way with my clothes on, but my body really isn't worth the jail time."
"... Either you're really insecure or your persecution complex has gone completely out of hand."
"You're trying to trick me again."
"... That explains."
I despise it and there isn't really anything I can do about it. I despise it as if it's the most natural thing in the world to do. Even though I know it's just immature thinking, I still despise it.
My eyes see a lot and my ears hear even more. But my lips are heavy and hate to speak.
It makes me really really happy when I hear people tell me they look up to me!
Monday, October 5, 2009
But to be completely honest with my emotions, I really don't like it and am prone to get incensed when people try to snatch what's not rightly theirs?
Reap what you sow.
If you did not put in any effort, then
You could just stay down.
The grass is nice, soft and comfortable.
In a few moments, some nice guys will come and carry you off.
And the crowd will applaud you.
But... They will then call you a Fallen Hero.
... Sounds like an insult to me.
So why not stand up?
And make the difference.
As only 2 of the 7 gathered were supporters of either team, it turned out more like a joke fest than competitive spectacle.
Carragher looks like Jim Carey.
Benayoun is a skeleton.
Skrtel is an alien.
Skrtel is also a Pokemon.
Drogba looks like an Indonesian maid.
Malouda looks even more like an Indonesian maid.
Hilario is hilarious.
"Carragher is constipating on the floor wei."
"Nola, he waiting for Gerrard to come touch him."
"Walao, this Drogba, a bit then fall to the floor liau."
"Nola, he waiting for Terry to come touch him. Terry says: 'Drogba, don't worry, I'll massage you intimately later."
"Nola, Terry says: 'Drogba, don't act la, nobody's watching!"
"What is Skrtel doing wei!?"
"Skrtel is evolving! Press B to cancel! Skrtel has evolved into, Wrteltel!"
"What is Skrtel doing again wei!?"
"Skrtel is evolving-"
"SKRTEL USES BUBBLEBEAM! Anelka's speed fell by one level."
"Diaby's gonna appear and head in a goal."
"Later Diaby's gonna come out."
"You think what, Kanye West ah?"
"Diaby, Diaby, I like you and I'ma let you finish-"
"Nola, it's Terry, Terry, I like you and I'ma let you finish, but did you know? DIABY SCORED THE BEST OWN GOAL OF ALL TIME!!!"
*Drogba falls down and writhes in pain*
"I'M GONNA SUE YOU, MAID ABUSE! MAID ABUSE!"
*Drogba falls down and his head collides with a Liverpool player's behind*
"HALP HALP, HE PUT HIS ASS ON MY HEAD! But I like."
*Mimics interviewer and Drogba*
"So Drogba, what do you have to say about the match?"
"Benayoun, good!" (Benayoun missed a one-on-one.)
*Mimics interviewer and Drogba*
"So Drogba, what do you have to say about the match?"
"I'm very happy. They treat me very nice. I think I can get bonus today. And maybe no need do dishes tomorrow."
"Eh? Hilario stand beside Drogba but never say anything?!?!"
"What you expect him to say? 'Hilario, please tell us a joke!?'"
"Hi, my name is Hilario. Isn't that hilarious!?!? HOHOHOHO!"
On another note.
6-2 to the Gunners! :D
Sunday, October 4, 2009
I hate 'reality'. Ue Heh Heh Heh~
But that doesn't mean I'll run away from it.
I think I'm really into Astronomy. Hmmmm.
Deneb, Altair, Vega. Summer Triangle.
Happy mid-autumn festival folks!
Friday, October 2, 2009
Years, months, weeks, maybe even days from now. I will look back and ponder how foolish and childish I can be.
But just for this one moment I want to believe that I have finally well and truly understand it.
Fascination is worth waiting for, and wait I shall.
Until then, I'll just try to be an extraordinary person, sitting by the dock, awaiting to get onto my extraordinary boat to set sail on an extraordinary adventure.
tore da. ore ga kokoro no omoi.
Wtheck, western novels are seriously ludicrous sometimes.
Five minutes ago:
I hate you, you little annoying bitch.
I hate you too. You evil looking murderer.
Five minutes later:
Oh I love you, I knew from first sight that such a beautiful woman like you can't be a bitch.
What. The. Heck.
Sorry Shing, can't say it has lived up to my expectations from how you depicted it. -____-
Nisio Isin ftw.
Uhh. I think I stubbed my toe.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
There's always a 'thing' going on.
You wave/smile at a girl. You have a thing with her.
You walk in a parallel line with a girl for more than 10 seconds. You have a thing with her.
You walk a girl who was walking alone home. You have a thing with her.
You talk with a girl one to one. You have a thing with her.
You share a joke with a girl and have a laugh. You have a thing with her.
You help a girl carry something heavy. You have a thing with her.
You lend the girl your stuff. You have a thing with her.
The girl lends you her stuff. You have a thing with her.
You compliment a girl's looks. You have a thing with her.
You compliment anything at all about a girl. You have a thing with her.
Well you know what? Maybe there is a thing.
It's called "Companionship".
So Jun Yen, Jou Ee, Jin Wai, Liesa and Natalie were bickering about my resting place (hmmm sounds so morbid...) and chattering about past 'loves' and 'crushes'. While not intentionally eavesdropping, I do have a pretty good sense of hearing and had quite a good reception to pick up the words.
Consensus: I am really crap with girls.
Nowadays, everything is either "like gay", "like shit" or "like God".
Weather is unbearably hot?
"WALAO WEI THE WEATHER HOT LIKE SHIT WEI!"
Fabregas passes the ball extremely well?
"WALAO WEI, GOT SEE HIS PASSING OR NOT? LIKE GOD WEI!"
Yun Wei doesn't play the striker role very well?
"DID YOU SEE HOW HE PLAY AH? HE PLAY LIKE GAY LA!"
Weather is chillingly cold?
"WAAAAHHH TODAY'S RAIN AH! MAKE THE WEATHER COLD LIKE SHIT WEI!"
(Which begs the question how the weather can be both hot like shit and cold like shit. So is shit hot or cold?)
Han Yao gets 100 marks for mod math?
"WHAT THE? YOUR MATH LIKE GOD WEI! ARE YOU THE LEGENDARY MOD MATH GOD THAT HIDES IN BUSHES AND JUMPS OUT OF NOWHERE TO SAY "WASABI!"?!?"
Jung Kiang doesn't perform up to par during football?
"WEI, WHAT HAPPEN TO YOU WEI, WHY YOU PLAY LIKE GAY TODAY?!"
I've probably never been this enchanted by any character that I've come across before!
I've always had an opinion that supernatural stories only occur in supernatural circumstances, and these circumstances are extremely few and far between. More often than not, they're only read/seen in fiction. Just why can't we replicate it in reality, I beg to ponder.
Sya sent me sprawling to the floor in our Angry Face Duel today. (WHAT KIND OF ANGRY FACE IS THAT WEI! -___-)
I was quite proud of my record, having never lost a Face Duel before today. But that record is now shattered! :(
Oh wait, that's because my most common opponent is Ashley. :\
Right, and I have been christened 87 Degrees.
In math, a straight line cutting another line at 90 Degrees is called a normal. As seeing as I'm not quite normal... Go figure!
Someone please shake me out of this apathy... There's only 6 weeks plus left... :|
Deadpan! Deadpan!! Deadpan!!!
Food is great.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
But wait a minute,
Just how much sleep is 'enough sleep'?
I slept at 9 30 yesterday and I still feel like a fat swine that had it's eyelids' pinned open for 4314.2213 hours. Please halp~
I am very grateful and probably more than just a little fortunate to have made it to school with just this 'stigmata' wound and an ugly bruise on my knee.
Hmmm, had I been cycling faster or had there been an onrushing car I think I would have been hospitalized or even be afflicted with (I'm sitting on a wooden chair as I write this) fatal wounds.
Have just one point to make today:
Accidents can happen anywhere, anytime and completely out of the blue. They can loom around silently and pounce when you least expect. So while you're at it, be cautious at all times. Fun is all good, but if the danger lights start flashing, please be careful. Never forget the presence of danger in every situation. Safety comes first!
Be grateful in every circumstance, and not for every circumstance.
'I'm really glad I'm all well and fine!'
'WTF WHY THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN TO ME OF ALL PEOPLE!? LOOK AT THAT EMO GUY THERE? WHY NOT HIM!?!? WHY NOT THAT FAT DUDE THERE!?!? HUH HUH HUH? WHY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?'
p/s: It sucks to have a wounded hand. :(
*grab pencil* OWW!
*grab towel* OWW!
*grab handphone* OWW!
*grab durian* OMGWTFBBQ!?
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Alas, with the morbidity levels rising faster than a wooden cork in water, I have decided to menderma my dua sen and (attempt to) try to "liberate them from (their) Hell."
#1, For the umpteenth time, "Me against the world" is a Goddamn fallacy.
I'm not really a Liverpool fan, but their anthem rings ever so true. You'll never walk alone.
When babies are born, they only know how to crawl.
Slowly, they learn to walk, and run, and jump.
But during this learning process, more often then not, they will fall down, and cry and weep from the pain.
But you know what? They will get back on their feet sooner or later and continue to try, and finally, they succeed in walking, running and jumping.
Why do people fall?
Why do people trip over things needlessly, lose balance, and drop to the floor?
I think most of us can agree and accept that life's no bed of roses. If it was, it's a crazily thorned bunch of roses. It's no smooth sailing. There will be obstacles after obstacles, challenges after challenges, and hurdles after hurdles. These are things that we cannot avoid even if our lives depended on it.
If we're to face and stand up to a perpetual and eonian adversary such as this, we'd have to be thoroughly prepared and learned.
People fall, so they can learn to get back up on their feet and continue to walk once more.
If you do not learn, dispel the thought that you'll ever walk again. And stay rooted in that rut you fell into by mistake. For if you do not learn, you'll only fall and fall and fall again in that depressed cycle of yours. So learn, get up as soon as you can and walk on!
And if you ever find it too difficult a task to stand after a painful fall, doubt not that people around you will give you a hand and try their best to hoist you back up. (Some may even piggyback you!) You're never alone.
It's a barren world out there, but hey, we'll have to walk it 'til our very last breaths anyhow, so why sulk and punish yourselves when you can still put that bright smile on your faces and enjoy?
And besides, with the right people and the right circumstances, it may even turn out to be a walk to remember.