once and never
 
believe it or not. just now the weather ain't that cold. now that it had turned so damn windy and temperatures's falling fast. once you left. it's cold. it's damn cold.

i don't really have much to say. it's just another side of me wanting to type alot of alphabets on the keyboard. alphabets combine to become words? words combine to become sentences. sentences carry meaning. and this one after the full stop does carry one.

congratulation to you-know-who. if you are reading this that is. passed your driving test. (after failing once). so just drive that stupid black face off your face. it's tanned. and you're making it worse. don't give me that "i'm tired" shit.

ok. i may sound so unfriendly. i always do in this online space. do click my archives for more unfriendly posts.

but actually, i am friendly. in person. though abit guai lan. abit xia lan. abit attitude problem. abit autocratic. abit dao. abit stingy. abit lame. abit cold. abit of everything.

yup.

just abit.

god-so-wat-so-ever

still.

drink d.a.i.s.y m.i.l.k

empty the carton.

'cause i'm filling it up with regrets...

face it man

heh. what a day. or rather yesterday. as dated 24th july. buddy's birthday. everything turned out fine i suppose. almost flawless. memorable it seems.

yet again, happy birthday.

=)

a day with complete disappointment too. no idea how this feeling come about. almost can put a note to myself, for such a feeling, as the first time. felt really disappointed. hope the birthday boy ain't disappointed.

what did i not do.
what did i do.
either way, it's wrong.

felt like saying "watever" to almost everything. note that i used almost. don't come and screw me. had enough.

perserverence is the key man.
it leads to impossibilities being completed.
no matter how impossible it may seem.
miracles do happen.

tired? let go.
trying hard? give up.
speechless? forget it.
penniless? save it.

yawnz.

drink d.a.i.s.y m.i.l.k

the paradox is.. people can't feel me...

never promise what you can't do, fish
 
guess what? in another week's time. i'll be having my mid-sem exam. it's a wonder how six weeks fly just like that. it's amusing. not amazing. mind you. it's amusing. studies suck. exams don't. i don't know why. they just don't.

guess what? got another assignment due next monday. one member will go missing in action soon. people. please remember him. he is our friend. if you guys don't, who will? don't look at me.

guess what? heard this mother talking to another. each holding on to their daughters. "oh~ she's well a princess at home. behaves like one. talk like one. don't know who's genes she has inherited." shaking her head terribly in disgust, well underneath is a tingle of peacockness.

"oh man~ you should have seen how mine behaved. she looks into the mirror every now and then. she's so vain. even uses my cosmetics. just look at her. if i didn't help her do it properly, she might have messed up the cosmetics. what a waste of expensive stuffs." shaking her head, make up almost faded. well, underneath is a grin of victory.

the daughters? poor girls. innocent as they seem to be. height just above the knee. are playing with each other. well, imagine what a princess might do. right. you pictured that well. go on further. you might just smile to yourself.

haha.

*sigh* what has it become. no idea. maybe when i grow up, i might just understand. just like what Michael Potter did. well, he's one rich asshole that writes business strategies. if i can make it that big, argh. that is if i can. anyway, i'm a chinese. hard. difficult.

with high expectations, with such high hopes, there's gonna be great pressure. work well with pressure they say. manage your stress they say. but what do they know? just how will they feel if they are under the same amount of pressure.

but i guess everyone is under different amount of pressure. so i shall say no further. before i might just pissed some one off. *zip*

t.a.k.e.c.a.r.e

drink m.i.l.k

to start over new, i don't want you back...

buried in a mountain of work
 
no one cares. no one bothers. no one wanna know. this is gonna be a post of hell.
 
today is a mother fucking day. yea. such a short day right. 9am to 3pm specifically. but who knows a fuck? who knows the fuck what happened the day before. who the fuck knows. well, i've forgotten all about it by now. i'm too tired.
 
today is a tired day. not as usual. but just plain tired. yea. late for school. not sure if any one noticed. since it is so damn insignificant. no one knew.
 
who gives a bloody god damn shit about "you reap what you sow" thing. whoever believes in that today is one big asshole. i personally. don't believe in that. if you believe in that, i'm not saying you are one big asshole. or did i?
 
did i ever post that i hate hypocrites? i guess not. who would post something so against himself. i'm not saying that i am one hypocrite in that someone, anyone, everyone's blog, online diary, whatever fuck. i'm just bad at expressing my ideas, suggestions, feelings the proper way. but i guess, no one will believe me.
 
if no one cares, why bother. if no one cares about you, would you give a damn about people? would you? would you? would you? would you? would you? would you? would you? would you? would you? would you? would you? would you? would you? would you? would you? huh? would you?
 
don't get me wrong. i don't mean a thing i typed up there. i'm just not feeling good. and since i'm not under any fucked up obligations to be angry, so i just do it here. sorry blog. sorry people. see? i'm no hypocrite. i do say sorry. when i damn mean it. not like some people. ops.
 
watever.
 
i'm going to throw out every cent i have. yup. be friend with me. since i need more friends.
 
what a disappoinment i've proven to be.
 
totally disgusted.

be nice. be very nice. 
 
i'm sorry that i've hurt you...

find me a reason to smile

everyone is selfish,
inclusive of those that do community service.
even for those that are left on the shelf,
why? because they are only care about themselves.

people who are troubled,
people who are stressed.
people who are feeling confused,
what for? for nothing.

it's their own feelings,
no one ever know.
things will be different if they show it out,
or just say it out, loud.

everyone thinks differently,
males and females, generally.
females think though things with their brain,
males think though things with instincts.

the above, well suggested by a friend,
who i believe, is truly my friend.
nonsense it may seem to those,
who belong to "everyone" as mentioned above.

tell me what you think,
share your thoughts to me.
is everyone selfish?
or the environment forced them to be.

i admit i'm selfish,
i hid them well at times.
if i can do it so well,
why can't "everyone" do it...

attitude problem brings out the elegance in you, an optimist might say...

treat people the way you want to be treated

accept how people treat you, because that's the way you treat people.

it's that point of the day. when i'm tired. all energy gone. very very tired. but i still leave the very last bit for a post. this is when i like best to blog. i don't know why. but i like it. just bathe come out. just sitting infront of the monitor. type what i also don't know. just watched the words appear out. no expressions on the face. almost dead. and the fan just repeating its cycle.

relaxed i feel physically, cocked up mentally.
newspaper can't help me, neither can the free gifts you got for me...

school today..? getting from bad to worse. don't understand a single thing. yes. school starts at eight. in the morning. cold morning. or rather the weather is cold throughout the day. then realised lost money in soccer. then sleepy. then sleep in lecture. then went for game session. "please call out a number to be the judge" i called my own number. i am dumb.

anything else that happens is not of any importance. except soem parts of it. which i am particularly lazy to type about it now. it could go soo long that i promise you. when i finished. the grey scroll bar is soooooo tiny. think around 0.01mm. that's how long i can grumble for my day.

in other words, pessimistically, wasted.

hair is wet.
can't sleep yet.

i can almost say that my tolerance level is unlimited. too high for any adventure-seeking ass holes out there. if they are trying to climb it. it's too high. i can't get it.

anyway, i'm saying and is implying that i am dumb.

it's a pity i don't understand at all.

enough said. that's all. yawnz.

take care.

whatever personality you hate in a person, you possess that personality.

numb is a word. not a feeling, anymore...
loneliness is a feeling, a word no more...

i need to know

not sure this is the how-many-times i pressed and hold backspace before i actually decided to publish this post. i needed to type something. anything. just couldn't get the right things through.

this is an ad-hoc post. i don't usually type and post at this hour of the day. but as mentioned. ya. written alot. typed alot. but something held me back. it just occurred to me. they are not important. all into the recycle bin. wastepaper basket. dustbin.

school ain't right today. yup. lessons never end early as they should. all ended late. have to rush from here to there. all sorts of things. "rush" and "wrong" goes with the day throughout without fail. maybe apologetic. failed to get a meeting running. sorry ar, group. wasn't free.

hmm. interesting concept.

a hurdle race is about to begin. eight runners. positioned themselves proper. the gun shot goes *bang*. the eight runners ran forward. like darts to the red target.

the first hurdle nearing. seven runners made it. leaping through. but there's one. who failed. too tense? wrong timing? didn't grab the idea?

the other seven made it. obviously, he's last. sportsmanship. never give up. quickly, he picked himself up. thinking he's going to make it. but again. the other seven leaped through. he fell.

he got up quickly. and dashed forward. trying to catch up. but for each and every metallic obstacle he's supposed to leap through. he tripped and fell. and he thought he could made it. throughout the race, the same thing happened. eventually, he lost. no doubt, of course.

"i'm just like any runner in the race. why can't i made it through?" like any losers will ponder. asking themselves, why, why and more why.

the reason? he's dumb... plain stupid...?

it didn't occur to him that he's being trained to run the 100m. not the hurdle. he just thought he could run the hurdle as fast as the 100m. and there he goes.

sorry ar. no link. just needed to type something. so extract something to type. alot of details missing. yup.

try wacking your bloster against the wall.
if it breaks open, i'll get you a new one.

disheartened.

take care.

for every start, there's an end...

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hello nasty
it's just another post for the day. boring or not, i wouldn't dare to say. i'll try to make this sweet and short. though i doubt i can. i'll still try.

since i've claimed to make this sweet and short. i'll do a summary here. since the day i've last posted, been quite happening. been quite boring. been quite happy. been quite sad. been quite hardworking. been quite slack. been quite lazy. been quite late. been quite disappointed. been quite hoping. been having headache. been having type alot of things. been quite busy. been quite free. been quite empty. been quite half full. been thinking of a wish list. been thinking how to save money. been thinking how to spend money.

that's about all. details can be found if you just want to scroll down.
or just ask me. i permit you to do so.

academically
"fish ar fish... why such a sub title? skip la."

life
"fish! meet fish." he turns to the guy beside him, continued "fish! meet fish" great. there's another fish in Temasek Polytechnic. and both of us had the same friend. out of pure courtesy, i said hi. optimistically, i sat down and talk abit. pessimistically, i'd have just sat down and not talk. but being the hyprocritical me at that moment, i just smiled. so much of me being a hypocrite. people. hate me.

late nights. yes. you've read it. late late nights. walked about. see people. see clothes. see things. see living things. see swaying things. see traffic lights. bored. but i tell you people. sometimes ar, you walked on the streets. no need orchard. no need bugis. no need jurong point. just try anywhere. it will be fascinating.

seeing two people wear the same thing. seeing some people wearing something out of the earth. equipped with the strangest fashion. the funniest bag. and the most inappropriate accessory they can ever get. and sometimes, seeing the same person walk past you. specifically, the same guy with a totally unbelievable girlfriend. go figure.

food
no comment. no appetite at most of the times of the day. no mood to go into this too. except there is this laksa-look-alike foodstuff available in town. or any shopping mall perhaps? try it. it's worse than laksa. totally, breath-grasping.

my samsung phone resting infront of my monitor. it looks nice. or rather. it is nice.

self declared racist, i am
i just don't like them, i am
i tell people i'm not racist.
but those you don't like tends to annoy you right?
either way, they tend to suck. either with the wrong attitude, or is their outfit. and stuffs. they talk, you go "huh?" right...
and their belongings. craziness. one that have "fuck the rest of you". what sort of tee is that? it looks cool la. but on an indian? crap. indian 7200? steal one lar. *grins*

malays? no comment. they are a bunch of people that knows how to save money. really. their jeans are getting tighter towards their ankle nowadays. don't know why. they tend to wear less cloth. then you guys know la. some mats ar. damn fat. all those blooping things dangling. oh my god. that explains my lack of appetite.

i'm into christianity soon. *close eyes* solemnisation.

eh. i don't sound bitchy ya? haha. tell me if i am. or alittle too long winded. actually, just comment.

enough said. my 195th post shouldn't be too long.

f.a.t.e, incredible phenomenon.

speeding overturns life.
smoking kills. it takes away seven minutes of your life for every cigarette.

caution. i'm on the loose.

take care peeps!

you're so nice, i can't get enough of you.

if it's all but a dream... just shut and let me sleep on...

half past three

i typed this with the television on. what's on air? the euro 2004 semi-finals. where the Greeks play against the Czech Republic. whoever wins. congratz. whoever lose. just go home and train harder. haha. the winner gets to play in the finals against portugal, the host country.

it's gonna be Czech.

everything has taken its place. has performed its own course of action, thus falling into place. performing its different duties. coming together. forming "life". my life. going into week two since studies started. kinda messy altogether. very blur in school. haha. what to do...

hmm. by four thirty, i hope to get my homework done. then the class lists i was instructed to do as well. speaking of the class list, not more than six minutes ago. i unknowingly spill one whole bottle of cold ice mountain mineral water. cooooling. i think some landed right into my computer. the liquid turned to gas i think.

so whatever. water splashed all over the place. all over the class list! god... it's so damn wet now. must leave it to dry before i can continue. so i thought i would blog alittle. the ink of the email column of the seven-column-table is starting to smudge. some chromatography is forming. the different colours of black. blue to light blue. and things as such.

ok.

that's all for now.

hit the link below.

take care!

if the roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you...