angst baby

angst baby.

sorry

i have this urge to blog about every redundant feeling in my head now.
but i realise that there are things that i want some people to know, and yet keep from some others.
thus, to be fair, i am not blogging in the meantime.
when things look up(they should, since you can't go below zero), i'll be back.
i'm in no mood to talk to anybody yet. sorry.

campfire

as we walk to the left, as we walk to the right.
as we walk, as we walk, as we walk all night!
with a heel, and a toe, and a half turnaround.
with a heel, and a toe, and a new friend found!

campfire ended. not the greatest of all campfires, but still it was good. well done!

im some angry kid now. so from here onwards it will be an angry post.

NO. we did not sing the above song. its NICE la. i know its due to the lack of time and some lousy botak but STILL. i get to rant about whatever i like.

and i didn't find ANY new friends. DUH.

fucked up lecturers nowadays.
"no, too obscene. don't do that."
"no, take that off."
ARGHH. lousy bastard. fun is killed because of YOU.

ARGHH. and why the hell is people taking me for granted? doesn't anyone like a little appreciation sometimes!? even if something does not get done, and you have given your best, you are still given stick. WHY. because this is how it is, angry boy.

i fucking hate putting on a facade. you're feeling like shyt but you have to SMILE. because it is required of you. otherwise the whole world goes "what the fuck is wrong with this retard?" therefore, to save trouble, you SMILE. like a retard. unknowingly. the irony.

i'm pissed with having nothing to do. i'm pissed with tanhockguan. i hate to see his fucking face and how he seems to think everything can be easily done. NO it CANNOT be easily done and NO you're NOT helping.

and i absolutely hate it when i have NOTHING TO VENT MY FRUSTRATIONS ON. and you repeat the cycle of having to SMILE. and SMILE. and ARGH.

(/angsty post)

but i still feel like shyt.

drunk

stop and think.. when it's all about trust. it's all about trust.

some long time never sit down at lounge and talk shyt with shah. haha. but i never eat enoughhhh.

what a stupid night. on the way back, had to stop to 'regurgitate', then only abit come out. see la. proves my point above..

and i didnt drink that much also. must be the smellyness of the taxi. yuck. its like some super strong air freshener. i was already whoozy; the smell made it worse. ack.

along the way, i remembered liyi saying something like "it's on the OTHER side of commonwealth, not this side." then the taxi driver went "got 7-11 there one is it?". i bet liyi don't even know the existance of the 7-11 la.

slept briefly on the cab. when i woke up i was at admiralty. they all stuff money into my hands. good shyt. i shall fall asleep in the front seat everytime i take cab.

the promise that she made, left broken on the floor.
the bruise left round your heart, left you begging for more.

got shytloads of rubbish to do. but im some lazy. sigh*

fucked up

i'm feeling as fucked up as ever.

ARGH.

and its the beginning of the day. wtf.

can someone please explain my uselessness?

i wanna make up for it all..

greatest lesson

and the greatest lesson of them all that i have learnt this weekend,

or rather, experienced throughout this weekend, is

money is everything

i'm kidding. haha.

life is not necessarily as bad as you think it is. you just ain't optimistic enough.

i'm sure you've seen it a n+1th times in emails, msn nicks, whatever. but you don't know until you actually go thru it, and realise: "wtf? its actually like this.. not THAT".

tada.

lessons in life

i learnt many lessons valuable in life, that cannot be taught in school, in a day's worth.

firstly, i went to watch manu vs arsenal at vincent's place(thanks vincent!). the ending was a draw game that result in a penalty shootout.

lesson no. one - it might not be worthwhile going too far to reach something that seems promising. you'd save yourself a whole shytload of hassle.

manu were dominating with a capital D. but, alas, it was arsenal who lifted the fa cup thanks to the heroics of jens lehmann. like wtf!

lesson no. two - football life isn't fair.

later, i went to jingyang's place for mahjong. three rounds later, i find myself lightened by forty bucks. i'm not complaining, i never did when i won, so why should i when i've lost? this brings us to..

lesson no. three - life still isn't fair. what goes around, comes around.

i'm now home. hungry. tired(maybe a little). and blogging. you might think i'm retarded. well. you're right!

lesson no. four - blogging does not feed. make full use of your time. doing productive stuff.

what an eventful day. it was an enriching experience for me.

when shyt hits the fan..

nothing ever looks up when one is down.

sigh.

be strong. believe.

ineedyusomuchcloser..

cheerup?

take a breathe, now let it out..

all's well that ends well? let's hope so..

i thought of shytloads to blog about in the shower, but once i settle down my ass unto the seat, i don't feel like typing anything altogether. sigh..

ifyoureadthis,idon'tfeelanybetterthanyou.cheerup*(=

pent up kid

i haven't been out of home since 3do. fucking calf.
this is what happens when shyt hits the fan.
yi bo wei ping, yi bo you qi
god, i hate this.
i'm some pent up kid ready to explode.
and i wonder if i exploded at the correct time..

little

little minds let little pain burn big old dreams with little flames,
and you don't think i understand.
little holes in parachutes won't leave you falling,
if they do, it's because you want to land.

confusion

my confusion knows no bounds...

if you could see it then you'd understand..

)=

3do

okay okay. readers please return to to your faithful blog reading. i have a feeling you guys heed my previous post too closely. my counter hasn't been moving.

<3s 3do

shyt happens. but hey, you talk about the great feeling you have after you exit the toilet, instead of the excruciatingly painful details of the process of shytting.

planning all these took some life outta us. hint: i guess we'll be fine after a good treat, aka some wine/alcohol, good food some rest. HEHE. don't know if i am able to be up for the dragonboat tomorrow. most probably not; my calf is killing me. i shall apologize in advance.

camp details.. lazy la. i am waiting for some hardworking bugger to actually come up with the itinerary for the full three days and a report to go along. camp mood camp mood. anyway. link later k!

most memorable event would be day night two. after being thoroughly drenched in rain and returning to school cold and hungry, the freshies were able to totally entertain the gms and gls. w00t. credits to jonathon, and OF COURSE ME LA. IF NOT MEMORABLE MEH me. xP

anyway, the amazing feat was to actually get cold/hungry/uninterested freshies fired up and voluntarily do a short skit about various gms and gls, and what they did which left a deep impression with the freshies. this was done in a fantastic record fifteen minutes. w00t w00t. i'm some proud ass.

okay i'm really some burnt out. go massage some leg and sleep some. i leave you with part of the OL cheer lousily subbed by yours truely. note: part due to laziness. full song please sub by yourselves and i'll link it up some soon. when i am not lazy that is.

THE OL CHEER (Ji Pua Nia)
the cheer that rocks your socks (half only)

Wa Lang Si Ki!
we all is up!
Wa Lang Si Lo
we all is down!
Wa Lang Si OL Pa Buay Toh!
we all is orientation leaders hit won't fall!
Ah Si Li Buay Song,
if you are not happy,
Ka Kin Ga Wa Kong!
faster come and tell me!
Lim Peh Ji Ka Zham Hor Li Toh
me, your father, will one leg stomp let you die!
OL OL Sa Xiang Ho!
orientation leaders, orientation leaders, three sound good!
OL OL Pa Buay Toh!
us, your father, times two, hit won't fall!
OL OL Sa Deng Ho!
us, your father again, three layers good!

disclaimer: all direct translation by yours truely. not entirely correct/accurate. all copyrights protected. please give due credit if you want to copy and paste thy link above. some thanks!

some lazy

w00t. 3am and seven hours away from day zero of the much anticipated 3do.
i have to wake up early to get my sleeping bag from peee..
i have to go to school early..
i have to fucking train for dragonboat..
i have lotsa shyt to do!

eventful stuff coming up. yum.

goodbye. if you're lucky, you might see me here the coming tuesday. so do your bandwidth a lil favour and you can resist on coming here for the next five days. ^^

green stuff

GREEN

you know how scientists could prove that looking at green stuff can improve your eyesight? i might consider changing my blog layout entirely to green, so that readers can one bird kill two stone. well, i have been a good boy. i looked at green stuff the ENTIRE night. whoo.

good boy right? praise me praise me. ((((((=

but it doesn't seem to be doing my eyes any favour. hmm...

i wonder why.

oh yeah. more on my late night activities.

i was staring at green mahjong tiles.

final fantasy tactics

have anyone of you played Final Fantasy Tactics before?

assuming that none of you had, the story begins with you as Ramza Beoulve, a half-noble. why half? because your father is a noble and you are his illegitimate son!

and to make things interesting, your best friend is a commoner, who is despised by your brothers(who conveniently are years older than you, thus you have to be at their beck and call). pardon the who(s).

well, the first chapter of the game begins that way, dealing with ranks, defiance, brotherhood, betrayal..

then the fun kicks in.

disclaimer: any nonsense spout similarity is purely coincidential.

from the second chapter onwards, a church is introduced: the church of st. ajora(hmm.. sounds like..). apparently, the church had a great part in the dealings of worldly education. sure, they taught about kindness, about making love peace, not war. more importantly, they taught not to push old women into the way of a speeding chocobos sympathy and love for each other.

but they told a big lie.

that there exists twelve 'holy' stones, the zodiac stones. long long ago in the southern province of china, there lived twelve brave men. with a 'holy' stone each, they summoned enormous strength and battled the evil lucavi(oh! familiar..), who were terrorising their lands, duh. so they defeated that evil thing and peace was restored! tada!

rewind.

truth: the stones are evil. they summon evil beings to terrorise us land-dwellers.

and to make things worse, the church of st. ajora knew of their wrongdoings, but they went on with it anyway. to preserve the good name of the church, loyal servants kept the secret even tho they regret it. take simon for example. stupid name, but its okay. he's dead in the game already. he knew about the church's secret, but at his last gasp, he mentioned a scripture that was well hidden in the undergrounds of a church, that would expose their wrongdoings. tada! fancy dying people to always blurt out important information. they should allow us to kill everyone in the game in hope that stuff like that would happen.

fast forward: ramza is branded a heretic.

her·e·tic (hr-tk)
n.
1: A person who holds controversial opinions, especially one who publicly dissents from the officially accepted dogma of the Roman Catholic Church.

uh oh. wrong choice of word?

2: a person who holds unorthodox opinions in any field (not merely religion)

hmm. square is some smart stuff.

anyway, then comes the part. this high-ranking priest(who can be killed in like two blows) from the church has a chat confrontation with you. you are a heretic anyhow, and you're some wanted criminal. so what to do? fight la. the whole game is about tactical battles what.

then he exclaims: "opposing us is blasphemy, you ought to know!"

blas·phe·my (blsf-m)
n. pl. blas·phe·mies
1. A contemptuous or profane act, utterance, or writing concerning God or a sacred entity.
2. The act of claiming for oneself the attributes and rights of God.

whoo. some thought provoking stuffs.

how similar are these situations in reality? is religion such a 'you're-with-us-or-against-us' thing.

i remember reading this article online. it claims that every religion will claim that "if you're not following [insert name of religion here], then you will go to hell." therefore, everyone, somehow or rather, will go to hell.

sigh, the irony.

of course, that's not all there is to my point in this post. it makes me think whether what we were taught when we were young was wrong..

remember the "eat har! if not i call policeman catch you!" threats by your mother?
or "sleep har! wait the apu neh neh come catch you!"

of course, you never know if they are true. since nowadays gahmen law so strict.. perhaps one day you'd be caught by a policeman for not eating? reason being you have to eat to be fit for sexual activity and aid our declining birth rates.

at this time and age, everything is possible. snap the fingers, can on aircon. press eight numbers on a handphone and you can hear the voice of your loved ones. pigs can fly.

somemore what cannot do?

routine

its been a taxing few days since the last post. rawr.

practically no work done, but i was still pretty busy running here and there. 3do meetings. towning. hmm..

month of may. pretty interesting month if you ask me. many birthdays. 3do. ahh. some stressed out fuck..

i need help. badly. but heck, i shall do it myself. i will survive on crack!



ridiculous stuff i've seen and heard in the recent past.

"wah. got gf ar? i must go and get one also already.."
who the fuck do you think you are? top 10 most eligible bachelor? that is a big fat no in your face. go and get one? like off the shelf? people who know me will know that i'm not one bit of a feminist, but are they items off the shelf? go get one, i suggest you go get yourself some tape and seal up that hole spouting rubbish thanks!

"singapore's best (insert name of object here)"
"closing down sales! last day!"
people know they're fake, but just can't resist trying it at least once. why? just because they claim they are singapore's best? and that last day on the closing down sales can last for a month, and you still see that aunty grinning gleefully awaiting more suckers customers.
if so easy, then i am singapore's smartest boy and hold a high 6-digit salary a month job which requires me to sit at home, shake leg, and blog about my toenails growing or that ant scurrying across the floor. TOTALLY RETARDED.

"Final Year Project"
like what the fuck! which retard came up with that! 'nuff said, most ridiculous shyt ever.

maybe the stuffs above have been around forever, but recently it got on my nerves. aiyah. too stressed la. rawr. i seriously think fyp has a hidden meaning. like "Fucking You (up) Project. (and proud of it too)". ARGH.

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