arigtaou

i will keep writing,
i will keep writing my story (:
i will become a more meaningful person.

thanks 2012.

resolution for 2013

Start Exercising
Start Running
Cut down on being fucked up
Launch of XXXXXXX
Reach level 2 in Korean
Learn a new skill
Learn a new song with my guitar
Go to Genting
Travel to Japan
Plan a Chalet
Get more than 10 chops on my passport
Getaway w/ Adel
Less Vulgar, more English (already a gentleman thanks)
Social Links upgrade
Money! i'm so gonna make my first 1k
i know this sounds stupid, but i think i really need a driving license

... and the list goes on.

Jungle

Social Links, again.
Yes somewhat I'd been neglecting since I'm going thru a homey phase. Time to play hermit, sitting at home, quiet nights and computer games, topped with late night supper with afew friends.
Quiet as it is...

***

Was slapped by the strong cold air of the aircon the moment I board the bus back home. Tried to avoid eye contact with the ezlink tap gadget, didn't wanna remind myself of how poor I am..

Awww fuck..

New year eve. Today, and I head back to camp. I told myself that it'd be fun. Taking it as going out, in smart 4. It's like a reuion I guess..
Been ages since I connect with them and yes, I felt so distance. My evoker is definitely not working and I'm napping my way off this half day.

"What went wrong?" I always wonder.

Trading our cards, meet ups and all the fun definitely wasn't fake. Or am I just got so much into character that I didn't realize that I'm pretending?

"Definitely not, the joy and laughter are not doubt genuine"

Yes they are, and they always will be.

-Sighs- "just what went wrong?"

I'd seen a lot. Keepers or not, we know best. But this tinge of inevitable awkwardness that dwells amongst, is smth I would wanna kill before the year end.

"Maybe I'd been away for too long, social links work this way doesn't it?"

Follow the law of the jungle, paint your face for there is a war coming. Shooting invisible bullets, throwing invisible knives. The enemy is one invisible, among us.

Hazel

Hello there,

My precious social link. You're my everything. Literally? Yes literally. I would be lying if I say otherwise.
How old we are, ancient. We'd came a long path, we sure have.

Time stopped for a moment, and thinking abt fate and destiny... What if we're never meant to be? We lost it, what if we're meant to end it? Like ending it while things are not ugly, calling this curtain while there's still joy in the show?
This random epiphany hit me, in a weird way. Somehow bringing me to understand why is it possible for some couples to end off while they're happy. maybe these memories are what that should be left. And it wouldn't be as bad as things turning ugly.

***

Click.
I'd got to go. We're standing at ur doorstep, and we exchange farewells. I could see your eyes swell. Those tears of bliss that I'm bathing in..

Rockin'

I'd been procrastinating for sometime about this and I guess it'll be good to at least start it on my berry while I'm at it.

HARD ROCK HOTEL.
Sometimes I'm in a mood for naming things. Not really sure whether am I talented at it or is it just me being plain retarded.
"ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?"

Didn't call a lot of people on this one. Just want afew close friends to come together and enjoy. And that would be my longest social link.
Used to be diadem generation, we were used to beo kpop together, and of cos the only remaining guy from the ol' secondary sch clique who bothered to keep in constant contact, Vash.
Vash is yet another long story, but moving on, there's my couz and my blood brother. Yes I know, but we're close. &

-love the feeling of getting on the bus that I'd missed by taking another bus to cut the route of that bus-

Back into my story. Yes I know, we're close and we're also rather tight with vash's parents as much he is with our parents. & lastly, Ken. Rob's friend. We're one bunch of weird social link, who laugh at each other's selfpawn moments and we're jokers in our own way. Yep, all dicks no chicks, and we're all fucking set on this journey.
-
"Guys, I try to get 28th - 29th okay? If not we settle for 27th - 28th?"
it's the december period, people clearing leave, off, taking their time off work, going overseas. Meanwhile we're planning our mini getaway. We'd been talking about it during our LAN & Supper nights, throw out the itinerary, and before we know it.
"Omgosh! I'm so excited for tomorrow! can't wait"
"Yea, it'll be a hell of a party!"
 
28th DEC 2012

And before we know it, we're up. Late noon, rushing over to hardrock with richard and mums. Took the MRT due to the sudden downpour, and it stopped just as we thought our day might be fucked.
*
Richard is just plain awesome. He even got us concession cards for the sentosa train rides. In we went!
Took the train, gosh! How long have I not been to sentosa, oh! Hellllloooo resort world :)
We stroll down the busy local resort, looking around, pointing at chicks, edging each other. Hahaha guys will be guys. And there, unveil infront of us, Hard Rock hotel.

Sleek hotel, we entered by the side door. Zipped down into the check in lobby and the lobby bar. No grande entreeeeaaaaa but, we're all smiles. Grinning ear to ear, started checking in on our social media platforms and taking photos. #instra
We explored for quite abit while Richard went ahead to check into the hotel for us. Aye, that include checking out the rock shop and lazing by the couch!
Lupsup team photo~

 
Time to huat!
"Lai. Ke yi zou liao"
Richard came, waving the holders with our room cards. And there we went up into the lift, we're like.. Let's go!! Chattering noise filled up the entire lift and we just can't wait for what comes next.
-ding dong-
We run down the trail of carpets while looking left and right to count the room number plates.
"455"
"454"
"453"!
-knocks-
"staying for a night! Excuse me"
(Usual chinese tradition to knock and says that to you know who)
 
We're blinded people. We just opened up a room filled with gold bars and we're fucking blinded. I'm literally shouting, running across the room, went straight out to the balcony and huat it. Richard, walking behind am chio. I know he's so proud of himself.

Aye. We played for abit, looked around. Hmmmm 2 big custom queen?? Well it certainly isn't king but definitely bigger than super single. Laze on the bed, couch. All of us are channel surfing and relaxing and I decided to plug in my iphone into the dock and throw in some Calvin Harris! Let's go~
After half a boring movie. We decided to head down for an early dinner. Went walking abit further and we finally saw the artificial beach that richard is talking about. And a pool bar?! Oh c'mon!

Settled for dinner @ harbourfront's kopitiam(:
The fish soup and char kway tiao? Jizz. Cheap good food.
We bid farewell after dinner. And after my parents went off to do more shopping and we're all on our own! The 5 of us. "Freedom~!"
we went to walk about, did some grocery shopping, opps full of alcohol.
After 2 bottles of barcadi mojito in the basket, I decided to throw in one personal big carlsberg bottle while vash throw in a large can of asahi. Topped it up with half a dozen of hoegarden and we're all set!
DecÍded to bring the bottles back because it's too heavy. Darn! Head back immediately after doing shopping with robs @ uniqlo.

Sighs. Miss those days that we're out, we're like brother and sister exploring while mummy and daddy are hitting the slots. Keke
Headed back and the first thing we do is nua! Old already.
And we decided to have a game of transformation since we might be heading out to gai gai and drink.
Transformed lol!!

Movies and booze just can't get any better. We had a good brother time, while playing finger guessing, 7up and category.
Oh yea, I wanna get high lolz. Was behaving like a retard, high fives with security guards and hi to strangers.
We chat and chat, and we head back to slack.

-K.O.-
They went down to buy cup noodles and shop for supper thou. Nb totally bo jio.
*laughs* when I asked next morning.
"ni tou dou dao xiang gou yi yang liao"
D:
It was at midnight when I woke up abruptly. Could almost felt the puke going up my throat until I calm myself and try breathing slowly. Took a bottle of water and sip by while I hear them laughing at me, pointing after my loud burp.
"Aiya, ta seh liao la"
"Hahahaa dog sia"
"Wo kan ta mingtian dou bu dong ta you qi lai he sui lo"
Nabeh! Trust me, I'm smiling to myself and cursing them with all known hokkien vulgar. But I can't open my mouth.
-slumps back onto bed-
*there's a number of funny night incidents*
Insomias, hitting by sudden light. Blinded by toilet light.






# DAY2

Had a beautiful dream. It's just us. Me and you. I saw u. You're not a faceless beauty. We held hands, hugged. Strolling around paradise. But u just don't let me rest my hands on your shoulders. (Oh c'mon, even in my dreams?!) U keep placing my arms across you, resting on your waist as we walked.

---

Woke up.
Shirt unbuttoned, sleeves ruined. Feels like I just got rape. Clems was half dead. I shook my head to reality..
I'm still excited. Jumping up. Exclaiming the wonderful night we had. And they're all almost awake. Guess what? Those dogs made a breakfast table out of the ironing board. #laughs. And I admit I'm the on who took it out the night before.

Still laughing so hard about it.
Woke up, and made myself coffee and cup noodle that they bought ytd. Me and clems. Those dogs were alrdy smoking by the balcony lolol! Robs went back to KO while we chill, throwing in some music as we took turns to bathe.
A genre/group that defines us? Kpop.
Yes. SNSD. Anyday

#CHECK OUT
Motherfuckers says we consumed stuff from their mini bar.
Item wasn't even there
And we're there for one day

There we took a train back. noisy chatters slowly dies down only to be replaced by the surreal silence that drained out by fatigues.
One by one, we dropped off at our respective stops and head home.. Yes we miss the day. It was a special getaway never meant to be forgotten.

#CHECK CLEAR.
HUAT

S|X

 Been quite sometime since i "keyed" anything down,
and would like to do so...
since... uh yep, lets get going

"off with the music and yet there's the old me.
buried deep down,
the little tinge of my old persona still remains,
and it never left."

i'd reckon it's a good retarded day to blogged about 191212
seemingly long day.
yes, it's really long you see.

was active for 24 hours on this one.
woke up pretty much early to prep and start heading out for cohesion,
it'll still obviously be a mess because how easy it to manage that many people?
we're late, but i guess it doesn't really matter,
what matter is, when we realize we can no longer sleep there, because i'm thrown to lazer tag.
nabeh, )@#*()@*)(#&!@)*&#)@&#)&@)$)(#*%()*#%
but how suck could it be when you have your camp brothers as comrades?
we lost anyways.
but thinking back, we're still one motherfucking kickass team!

So after that, yada yada, we just left the place and head down to find the other people.
oh yeah! hijacked a com and started playing the league of legends! :P
ahhahhasdhaklrjwklsdjkgjdsklg <3 p="p">

moving on, that wasn't all
it all ended beautifully with a 8 course lunch..? and oh yep! won a lucky draw!
was so happy when my name was called, but u shld've seen the look on my face when i realize it's a DVD player.

went out with the guys after that,
hellyeahdutyfreebeer!
fuckyeahchevrons
had some booze before heading to the ktv opposite
and... i'm sure we kinda sang our hearts out.

rushed home to prepare and met aaron after that.
well... that bastard.
i never stop wondering how can 2 extreme opposites click so well.
but... actually i think i knew..
deep inside, how are we awkwardly similar.
we're actually that similar you know?
despite the different exterior persona we had,
maybe i did my mask too well.
and aye, it's sitting by the river, drinking, talking, relationship woes and cursing our fate to the river.
we're both straight by the way(:

food for thoughts:
a) what's fate?
b) what's destiny?
c) what's the difference between fate and destiny?

we trail down, to mbs, off mbs, to clarke quay.
yeah, we walked in the rain just so you know.
down to robinson, had a good ol' adventurous "breakfast" @ 7-11?
wow, they come with seats
and dragged our feets to chase the morning bus...


oh c'mon!
despite all the dirty dutch,
the swedish house mafia and calvin harris
i'm still a Rie Fu person.







it felt so surreal....
i always loved how you are different from the herd..
still pure,
still untainted.
i wished you would forever stay that way...
my....

got my ass back home after everything,
and took a nice warm shower before slumping onto the bed.
zzzzzz
zzzz
zzzzz
zzz
zzzz

cant even have a good dream after that.
it sucks.
it sucks to be so "particularly" aligned to the moon and to think like a girl
it sucks to be so sensitive
it sucks to be so considerate when no one gives a fuck in this society now
it sucks literally to lie onto bed and be drown while swimming in your thoughts

i missed you
i missed us..
i missed me.
i miss you
& i always thought about us..

***

你 想要 的

我 却 不能 够 给 你 我 全部

我 能 给 的

却 又 不 是 你 想要 拥有 的

我们 不适 合 也 不 想 认输

好 几 次 我们 抱 着 彼此 都 是 想要 哭

我不知道了。

我怕。。。

我。。。。。。

 

answers.

i looked into the tiny book of answers.
and i saw a blank page.
how was i.. contemplating to wrote down my own answers.

i'm from the moon,
and u lived in mercury
i always looked at how fate puts us together
yet we're meant to be torn apart by destiny.
the air could never mix with the water.
 
when the moon child met the princess of mercury,
he forgotten it all,
you led me down into the forest of love,
and we got lost there,
dancing,
singing,
hugging,
for years..
we're still inside,
familiar, but are we still lost?

venice right..?
maybe i'll find my answers there.
eventually..

Hear (ENT)

Nah, I wasn't hit by any epiphany or if any sort, just thought it would be nice to blog down my ENT trip over at NUH. Yes, NUH, am referred to this hospital for quite sometime and finally I could go for my long awaited medical appointment. However, I would say... It sucks when i have to go to hospital? It's a place, ironically the most negative feelings would be created yet beacons of hope could be born here as well.

I had seen my fair share of patients and it only hurts me deep down inside, not only how people are are all suffering. And the pains and problems of people everyday. It's only Tuesday and the hospital is clogged with people, returning patients, sick children, and not to mention frail elderly that are sadly awaiting the grim ripper on their wheelchair.

Was praying for a good trip, a cure, and that is all that matters when I realize I took the wrong letter and before I know it, I had to make a call down to require for a fax. Other little misfortunes such as missing the bus even I did my Olympic sprint, but I guess I'm quite glad that my hearing is still pretty much normal.

Went over to the opposite wing to did test and my current wing is clogged. Tips: kent ridge wing pharmacy girls sibei upz.

Did a audiology test and was thrown into a small box, with a headphone and button and you people knows what happens next. Oh! Did I mention that theres this cute girl that I saw? Not really know if saw is the right word as I couldnt see her face. Thought she might be claustrophobic as she kept opening the door and taking in deep breaths as she complaint that there is no air inside. Machiam going underwater la sia!
Saw a mother and soon, both either deaf/mute. My inside died alittle as I see them trying to express themselves to each other using almost inaudible soft squeaks

That aside, 2 handshakes from 2 different doctors and I'm out... For now....
3 months rest and we'll see what happens. Hearing induced problem as he said. Ti-something. Soz I only know titanium :P

Any why are nurses from the pharmacy more chio than those in clinic ah?

Sent from my iPad

#Funny

"Jasmine: you pig! When was the last time we came out together. Before marriage, you are so thrill to come shopping with me, now u only want to laze around at home. I don't care, you better make me happy today or else u don't touch me."

Hahaha girls! >< Knn

That's how I feel when I'm out w/ Adel. Shopping has become a real chore and I felt like I'd become a human trolley. Nabeh. Bt I still **** u la. Huat (:

Tuesday 041212

December just couldn't come any faster, and my life now.. Guess I could say that everything is pretty much fine. Not settled, but fine I guess.. I had good days out coffee will my closest possible social links, and also how I realize how intelligent a bro of my were in the context of 'work' sanity. But that's all yet another story.

Music taste buds took a weird turn, and now digitally refined sounds turn me on. And I guess december could come as a good month since we're all clearing leave, I see a good chance of reconnecting w/ my social links.

Laze

Stop procrastinating and start moving!


Sent from my iPad

Taboo: Odd Couples

PART 1



PART 2



PART 3

Ugly

Judgement, engraved deeply into human nature, we perceived deeply on how things looked physically. How that hot that girl is, how cute that guy is, visual creatures that treat people differently because of the cover.

Humans, inevitably have the tendency to judge, throw in some personalities, and stories in accordance to how people look.
"Oh she's so pretty, she must be nice"
"Oh he looked so nerd, he must be a loser"
and yada yada...
when would we ever learn to see and love people from the inside?

we'd all been brain washed have we?
taste changing from the ancient times, now skinny is the in thing, and models setting bench mark and also brain washing us on what is beautiful. TV shows, cartoon, always showing the good to be the suave, and the bad to be ugly. But then again, everyone is different isn't it?


This following documentary, kinda change my life,
it's more of like an awareness video.
i'll let the video do the talking

PART 1



PART 2



PART 3



i hope this post would get noticed by people, and i hope this message would forever be sent across the world. And when people could love and understand one another, we're one step closer to world peace.

taboo, a grim-reality documentary.
Life Changing.

hermit

introvert by natural,
or i'm slightly swinging over that way, people might say that i doesn't seems like it.
but all that extroversion are what i bought out sometimes to socialise,
nothing of sort.
sometimes u can see me back in my usual persona, sitting by, quietly trailing amongst the group.

i miss my hermit life i guess..
after all that happened, i'm out there, back to the sea.
how i wish if i could spend my day at home, making my day productive, leaving my house for a quick meal, then retreat back to my lair. Or even, tabao up and watch dramas/movie while eating.
but i guess, i'm finally bored. curious? well maybe it is because of all that curiousity that somewhat set the sparks in me, me getting outgoing and all.

but still, i wont bite(:
Sunday is good. i need the rest, i need the quiet afternoon listening to slow beats of indie musics which soothe my soul. i love the days that i could pace around my room, doing small actions/efforts to tidy it bit by bit. looking around for area of improvements, or just stoning and doing some random reading on the net. Sundays are the best day for haircuts even thou i have a phobia for it.
 i'm so afraid of haircuts that i even have to ask god for a time, or pray for a good hair cut. fuck me seriously. But i'm sadly born this way, how i curse the wheels of change, but that's what wont change right? the ever spinning wheels of change.
And it hurts me more when i have to pay for it T_T poorboi91 here thanks.

moving on...
i still love just nua-ing around in my room.
including the warm cuddles under the bedsheets :3

voice

blissful, quiet sunday.
we slept, together. side by side,
the tranquility of nth but of slow soothing electro-lounge music and the oscillation of the standing fan drone in the room.
i miss us.

how far have we gone.
without each other.
how far had i gone, without holding your hands,
how long had it been, since we realized, that we'd lost each other in the forest.
have we?

how much had i been numbing myself.
i'd lost it,
i lost myself.
social links keeps on weaving, overlapping,
i'm surrounded by alot of people and it's so noisy that i couldn't hear my own voice any more.

something for

something that i'd learn today..

Something old, something new

Something borrowed, something blue

And a silver sixpence in her shoe.

Each item refers to a good luck token for a bride. The custom is that if the bride carries all four items on her wedding day, she will have a happy marriage.



***

call me weird, but this is the type of music i love to hear.



indie ftw

lovynn

i always had a dig for indie,
self written, self composition as i believed there're still plenty of talents lying around in this huge land.
manage to get myself quite a number of songs down in my itunes, ranging from those from university talents and fameless composers.
and now this :D
& she sang like a star.



a beautiful local production by fellow singaporean Lovynn Kan (did i got that right?)
and anyways, she's still alive and kicking please.
but nevertheless let us enjoy this beautiful song.

草莓月亮。 (Strawberry Moon)

it'd really been sometime, since i'd written something intelligent.
hope i wont make my old song sound any more worse.



草莓月亮。 (Strawberry Moon)

在超级市场流浪，
我看见新鲜的草莓对我微笑，要我买它的盼望。
我避开买它的丁往
但是你爱吃的草莓我又上当

不重要的过去，在脑海里流浪
震动着我们的方向
好希望，我们不会象海浪
只会把不好的带到岸上

看着天上的草莓月亮，
在记忆中失去了方向
血红红的草莓汁，流如江，
就像我的心伤

想到你，和我在同一片天空，看的都一样
我们的心都在流血，拼命微笑

知道要失去了你，我的心不停的慌

看着天上的草莓月亮，
在记忆中失去了方向
血红红的草莓汁，象红红的长江，
就像我的心的伤

换钱的时候查了一角，
糟糕，原来，一切都是一样
矛盾骄傲的我才不会投降。
让我们，给彼此悲伤

看着草莓月亮，
在记忆中失去了方向
血红红的草莓汁，象红红的长江，
就像我们的心伤

原来，我们一直都在草莓月亮下...受伤。

-完-

”草莓都在和我撒娇，你呢?"

"我发现到草莓其实并没带来悲伤。
红红的他，
就像肥胖胖的孩子一样。"

以后，我希望我们的孩子，
能够爱吃草莓，
让草莓，陪伴他成长”

"但是，已经太迟了。。"

如果这就是爱情..?

这么多如果，

这几天，

距离一天比一天遥远。

你好像变远了。

不知道该说什么。

好累。。

好无奈

真的没有力气，也没有方向。

我也。。

觉得，我们好像两个永远见不到面的笔友。

晚安笔友。。

晚安。。

Liar Game

The Liar Game takes the game of deception of the next level.
how human gets blinded by greed and hurt each other for selfish gains.

came across this by chance and it sort of revived my love for liar game and made my Sunday alot more beautiful.

had to watch it since i guess it would take some time before it hit local's sliver screen.



in case you missed it:

LIAR GAME MOVIE I:
Final Stage, Garden of Eden



LIAR GAME MOVIE II:
Liar Game Reborn, Musical Chairs



Enjoy (:

a relationship

A relationship.

It really takes more than a compatible couple to last this long in this generation, given this open mindedness of the society and the reluctance of people committing.

A relationship is like wearing a pair of shoes, or finding the perfect shoes, that fit.. or that which last.
Even if u just used it at home, it'll still gets dirty when dust settles in, let alone walking on a journey of life, you're constantly hit by the rain or shine, let alone the mud. As long as u know this is a good shoe, won't wear, won't tear. Or it can be fixed, it's all good.
Sometimes, it might not the pair gleaming at the glass display. It might sees nice, had a hefty price, but chasing the beauty might only leave your legs with blisters and blood, i guess... sometimes in a relationship, comfort is what that is of utmost importance.
I know you might be screaming, debating.. "hey, this is not what i want!" but then, think again, u could have get what you want, u could just tug onto that pricey shoes, while walking barefooted, as if a one sided relationship. But how long can you hold? that's not the way a human soul works, i know nothing much, I'm still walking and i'm still learning.
But i know how much a soul needs healing... healing from another soul. the positive energy emitted from one to another. Is what that makes us feel the true worth. what that makes us stay. It takes 1 to fish, 2 to tango.

i know this analogy sounds stupid. but if you could just think for abit, maybe you could for an instant, understood what i meant.

It's Sunday today, you and your loved ones would be back to their routine life tomorrow, so cherish today, cherish her. It's a good day to clear the mist, make things work.
At least, you know you already had a good start in your week ahead.

DA

this saturday rain.
my life's still pretty much in a mess i guess.
everything seems so out of place but then again, there's a special touch to it..like..
an organized mess?
i couldn't really put a finger to it.

influenza had got me bad,
but yet it isn't gonna stop me from enjoying my weekends.
just that it really made me how bad it would be like to be a mute.
i couldn't really speak much/loud due to the bad sore throat.
and i didn't bother to express myself then.
fuck this.

recently caught onto the recent local drama wave.
wasn't a fan of 9pm dramas, but kinda rode on it when i heard that the recent one's by wawa production.
there's a certain uniqueness about their dramas..
after watching their first few productions, i decided to support their production :D
kinda made local drama different ya know'
 and they're really thoughtful at choosing their opening and ending theme.

gameplan, usual pairing of chris and jess.
the game of deception.
lets go!

and their beautiful ending song.
i didn't know that hebe had such beautiful voice.
it didn't sound like her thou.



felt so attached to this song.
felt so much like how we are.
the little games we played, the journey of thorns and blood.
how we played the chasing game.
how we inevitably stabbed each other's heart with tears flowing down from our eyes and a smile from our face.

你是魔鬼中的天使
所以送我心碎的方式
是讓我笑到最後一秒為止
才發現自己胸口插了一把刀子

2do

list of things i would like to do,
since i would be spending my Tuesday at night.
LIKELY..

 Things to be completed.

• Clear out my inbox
• Reading and replying to the emails
• Korean homework: wrap up all the vowels
• Digs out my notes
• Repack my room: shoo with the useless stuff and starts planting useful things on my shelves
• Starts on plan on materializing my page

Guess that's pretty much it. quite alot already.
and a secret bonus would be getting my ass of my stupid chair and start exercising.

i'll check right in tomorrow.
for a better me, a day at a time.

fuck my life. D: 
guess i'll leave those to tomorrow because i ended up watching an old movie which i'd been wanting to watch for sometime

d.

my mask's slipping...
what's wrong?
i thought it could still pull this off, but why?

i could hear nothing but only the helpless clicks from my evoker.
i don't know what to do anymore.
helpless,
i let silence overtook me as it could feel the tiny bits started crumbling from the side.
i put my hands over my face and yet it's not working.
i felt naked, exposed.
and a tiny tinge of shame, 
yes, it's still me. but, over the everchanging years, only made me confuse..
the question of truth
 what now..?
what comes now..

sane

fragments of the week came over to me.
the 7 days that made my week,
the week that contained moments that could never be forgotten stored in my brain.
how i could never just sit by and watch the fire burns,
it just felt so morally wrong.

siao ang mo, alot chio bu kua

cards

Monday...

i feel jaded.
tired.
why must we play the game of cards..
couldn't we just sit back, and relax..?
a thousands questions, but zero answers.

lets skip this with the movie of the day..
: DAISY




a beautiful love story.
one which got you thinking..
a thoughtful movie, filled with beautiful sceneries and piano pieces that touches your heart.

lastly...
a song that heals the soul.



i'm a closet fan for soprano <3 p="p">the build up is just so beautiful, the angelic voices.
these angels just made my day. and so do you, Jun Ji Hyun

Calm 051012

Hi,

I'm a changed person now. Not a guy who hits the panic button, or one who fumbles when things screwed up. Maybe I'm just more laid back, I don't know. But I know. I'm just fucking chilled. I could sit out in the living room with a beer if the tap I was fixing is harder than rubic's little puzzle.

I'm blogging this because for the first time, I didn't start panicking after 3 buses just ran straight from my face. What I always told myself.

"I'm not late yet"

Yes, 3 buses. Unbelievable. Alright I can always take bus A and B to my camp, so usually I'll just trinkle down the hill with my earpiece on and adjust my pace accordingly. I would run if I think I could make it, and I would walk if I knew this calls for plan b. So since I was 1 minute away, and I couldn't run for it, or now I usually chooses plan b because I'm fucking relaxed.

Moving on, I decided to walk and I lowered my speed on thinking since I'm only a minute away and the bus won't probably come. There're construction of the new mrt taking place, so with all the barricades, I could fucking see, only can hear. I heard a bus, instinct tells me that it's a long one, woosh! Yes long one. The 2nd bus came to my mind and before I knew it. Bam! God's testing my patience and I'm glad I passed.
So, instead off cursing, I told myself that I'd paid my dues and today better be a good day. Or so I hope.

But sometimes I think there're multiple explosions going on in places of my head that I don't know of.

So, if u see a fucking calm guy, strolling along the bottom of rifle range road at 755 with a neighbourhood sling bag, trying to hitch a ride up, that would probably be me.

Taken away.

Finally...
after uncountable days, we finally went out on a second date.
lets just not say that we wasted afew hours by nuaing at home shall we?

get all dressed up,
good to go~ 
head down to our usual cinema @ Cine
god know how long had it been since we(I) had last enjoyed a movie in the cinema.
 a treat from snack gluttony to best fries forever!
i'm not a fan of snacks, but BFF's cheese sauce just made me jizzed in my pants
and yes, fries eating to the next level.
i'm a closet fan for fries as a side dish/finger food during my meals and i daresay BFF has one of the nicest fries amongst those that i'd tasted.

Yes, taken 2.



this movie's pretty much enjoyable.
no spoiler, but u get to see Liam dealing all the slick and as expected moves and kicking ass.
it's a good movie i guess?
not as taken by surprise as it's first, but i still enjoyed it.

Strolled along orchard, and then we just bus home from cathy.
it's short..
yes. short..

Pizza and beer

Today seemed too good. Eerily different . Infact it seemed to be unusually good.

The usual people are missing from the bus. The usual driver whom I cursed at because he just drove pass us. The usual mother and daughter who would panic when they missed the 7am-ish bus. The Auntie who would cursed out loud, shouting at people who don't listen, people who didn't moved to the back.
the AES students who reluctantly bored the bus if there's any extra space, as if finding excuse to delay.
the bus just seems... Empty. Filled with unfamiliar faces. I can't help it but felt it was just as if it's my first day to work, tuning to this new life.

& who gives a fuck.

***

Happening week ahead and I'm more than happy to get it done with. It's also audit period for my camp. Hope things goes off well.. Just alittle unmotivated when my hardwork didn't get appreciated.

Anyways, my epiphany for now. Despite all the self enriching lessons that I'm tapping to, I'm also started to plan out things to do during my weekdays. Yes, life's short and weekends are shorter. 2 days of magic isn't really enough for us.
So I thought of sprinkling some on my weekdays as well. Chilling out over a drink nearby, heading to town on another, or even hosting a mini pizza party over at my place.

Definitely couldn't wait for pizza to be served later. Oh! I'm not forgetting the beers :D

***

24 Dogs

Currently Addicted to:


廿四味24Herbs MV "Wonderland" Feat. 衛蘭Janice Vidal





am in the period of listening to canto-songs.
24 Herbs is a rap group in HK, pretty much indie i think, but guess what?
they friggin' sang for Lan Kwai Fong's opening song and a number of songs in uprising game Sleeping Dog.

support them pls >_<


***

lazing in my life.
unmotivated, life's too fucking busy and exciting.

hai

OMGOSH, can't believe my blog hit an all time high 393 views~

Quasi tangible

tan·gi·ble

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adjective

1.

capable of being touched; discernible by the touch; materialor substantial.

2.

real or actual, rather than imaginary or visionary: the tangiblebenefits of sunshine.

3.

definite; not vague or elusive: no tangible grounds forsuspicion.

4.

(of an asset) having actual physical existence, as realestate or chattels, and therefore capable of being assigneda value in monetary terms.

word of the day from dictionary.com

run

numb.
my weekend was pretty much crazy.
time to get going,

time to start running, moving, and to do whatever i'm doing.

Lupsup poem

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My cock gets hard,
When I see you.

Battle Royal Movie Eng Sub

Slaughter off your monday blues.

Battle Royal full movie english subs on youtube

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all my plans and schemes.
lost like a forgotten dream..

alright. i cannot write for nuts.
this few weeks' gonna be so surreal.
i'm just lazing around, waiting for things to happen,
just moving ahead like a headless chicken with no sense of direction

i'm drfiting..
my week is..
transition period for my new boss is okay,
my current boss will be leaving and after wednesday i'll be under someone new.
he's all good.
he's really all good.

weekends... hmmm things have been really quiet this weekend.
my little date with adel, just a quiet night with movies.
and goofing around with my army boys on saturday.
i'm not sure what i want to write thou,
with this sunday rain, it'd really been a good day to just snuggle under your blanket and just lay there, listening to music.
it's not a bad idea to stay in isn't it..?

i really got to get myself motivated and this helplessness only suck.
i'm afraid of the failure, and the unkown.
i'm a fucking wimp.

dont really have brain juice for a beautiful piece of writing now.

hana

Initially i'm just watch for the sake of watching it so i can delete it.
(because i accidentally downloaded the blu-ray version and it's fuckig 11 gb)
it didn't took me long to dive into the film, and before long i was sucked in, together with the charms of christian bale. he really can pull it off.
but it all paid off.
beautiful cinematography.
very beautiful slow motions that capture the war scene.
2 words. beautiful & tragic.

A beautiful film.
a very beautiful film, about human love, the beautify of human nature.
people who inevitably weaved together in the presence of war.



alot of movies are made in relation to the infamous masscare during the war @ nanking.
u can read about nanking masscare on wiki.
well heartless are they? during the war, how they bought our motherland 6 feet under.
so brutal that they didn't even show mercy in churches and hospital.

the past is indeed jaded. and how dare they tried to hide it, hide their shameless sin from the future generations.
rape, murder, abuse, more than u can think of. of cos they are forgiven, but such things can never be forget.
and one little apology from a japanese girl touched my heart in the pages of the guest book from ford factory (i think, or was it some other historian museum).
it went along the line after her introduction with squarish hand writing in japanese while squeezing english translation in between, saying that she's really shocked and was so sorry that it all happened, and how sorry and ashamed that she felt..
i dk if it's all made up or what, but at least. that chunk of text touched me in the slightest bit

-

i'm a sucker for war films and war biographies and this film touched me in the many of their ways.

how noble were people then.
the earth was a better place if not for the war.
twisted beauty of human sacrificial.
there the flowers bloomed with their bloodstained pedals while bullets rained down from the heavens.

Child

I'm afraid.. Really afraid..

sole

how he would snaked into your mind.
played with your thoughts, toyed with your emotions,
for he who lies, plays the deadly cards that flutters your judgement.

now who's the devil?

i don't know, i would never wanted to as well.
we shared, good times, thick and thin, but somehow things are no longer similar anymore..
my brother..

that aside, my new boss's just got here,
and we fucking have the same ord date.
ord lo (fml still got mother fucking long pls)

songs that sooth the soul.









***

i ought to be bathing in bliss.
i ought to..
tired, fatigue.
i just lost interest in almost anything,
my drive just disappeared as if i'm helplessly trying to grab water with my hands, slipping thru inevitably from the gaps from my fingers.
it feels really terrible.
really.. terrible.. so much that it hurts.

work's still good.
everything's good.
i'm enjoying this newly forged brotherhood.

had this weird dream
this little girl, crying infront of me,
i keep asking why, but she didn't say a word,
but still keep crying. and crying.
oh poor child..
i could never interpret this shit. God just overestimated me.

& the pandas are here in singapore.
but with this killer weather i rather watched animals off youtube.

***

secret poison teaser.



sexy as well <3 p="p">& they just gave me 4 lucky digits. huat ah~

KW7142 Korea Sexy Webcam Girl Park Nima 朴妮唛 / 박니마

sorry if this is WOLS.

KW7142 Korea Sexy Webcam Girl Park Nima 朴妮唛 / 박니마

~ ~ ~

wolf whistle all around, since most of my friends cant wait to sink their fangs into this korean snow white i decide to find the full video of her.

youtube doesn't have the full one as those are cut to make it pg13. but hell am i not giving up
and after a "short" while, i finally found the full video.
this is a fucking MUST SHARE knn

R21. lets go

VIMEO

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DAILY MOTION


KW7142 by NameName_Bmth

& holy shit, she's fucking 36!
if only my wife is so hot when she's 36.
i would fucking marry her.

***

laid back

i was high.
not alcoholic high, just normal high.

we went to kfc, and i spilled my medium pepsi onto to my berms.
my balls are dripping wet, and it's cold.
and i just sat there, oblivious to everything, why my friends laughed.
i would have laughed too, but i'm just too lazy to do anything about it.

& slowly, i took off my berms and air it on the chair beside me.
fucking sitting in kfc with only my boxers.

come to think of it,
it's a pretty nice moment to laughed at.
we had fun.

and off i went to round 2 with my drenched berms.
switched my persona during the night, a different one for my poly cliques.
yes, the 4 brothers.
i'm different, yet i'm still myself with you guys.
nothing beats supper talks.
we'd all grown up i guess.
the only thing that didn't change is... beo-ing chio bu :D

a sunday at home.
this is a quiet week..
at least. i made it quiet.
i ought to take a break.
and to be fucking honest, i didn't really have feel to write today.
words just seem to trail off, before they could become a sentence.

i keep telling myself to start moving.

afew more goals to be written in my old crumpled sheet of goal list.
i'm getting started. i wish...

***

gamers unite! all hail the newly made free game on steam.



gotham city imposters.
it's a 6 v 6 arena fps with a wide array of weapons.
so what would you be? the crazy samurai slicing off bat man wanna be? or the quiet sniper that put bullets thru the head of those crazy bastards?

a day at home.
alone...

yes, pumping the music,
slacking.
and sipping occasional drink to keep me hydrated.

i'm still procrastinating.
i need some.
S O L I D
D E T E R M I N A T I O N

to get things started.
afew things i need to do.
my computer programs are still downloading,
wols...
sigh -.-

see no evil.

random cravings.

Ontour X Komono "See No Evil" watch from Ontour on Vimeo.

do check out on stuff by KOMONO.
they have really awesome apparels and accessories.
and it's not difficult to find one that defines your style~

i always adored the eye.
it's so beautiful.
people believed that the eye connects people to their soul.
and it's always the eyes that makes me fall, and not the body.

eye on my cap, shirt.
and now this one is on the watch <3 p="p">
***

just a quiet sunday.
for myself i guess..
for all hectic weekends, it's time i slow down and get prepared for work tomorrow.
and i'd cut down on gaming.
alot of it.
been out too much, so much that i nvr spend much time on my computer as well.

was talking to my couz, and...
well i guess i sometimes love how we roll.
us as in...me and her.
we fooled around alot, played together alot.
i love how u pulled my ears,
i love how u hit me when u caught me starring at random chio bus.
i love how u kp and swear at me like how i swore at you :P (just for the fun of it)
i love the many million things that i could nvr list them out, but always kept them with me.
and i missed you.

maybe that's why we stayed.
isn't it?

***

before i go,
from pickbrain,

5 Quotes To Start Your Week Off Right!

Keeping it simple this week!

1. “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” – Albert Einstein

2. “If what you’re doing is not your passion, you have nothing to lose.” - Anonymous

3. “What the mind can conceive, it can achieve.” – Napoleon Hill

4. “First they ignore you. Then they laugh at you. Then they fight you. Then you win.” – Mahatma Gandhi

5. “Your time is limited, don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living the result of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinion drowned your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition, they somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” – Steve Jobs

retro chicks and vintage queens

endless streams of thoughts seemed to came by my mind today, sadly, much was it was taken away together with my fatigue at the end of the day.

finally, we got our date. 

after so long, i finally get to go out with my angel. on a proper date.

million bus rides, a well deserved check point by clementi's new macdonalds.

oh fuck, i missed that place.

i strolled through the streets slowly, taking in the air of the newly reborn estate.

i was here 10 years ago, i was always here. 

the naive me who ran down by the shops after meals, the little boy who peers at the bakery, admiring the beautiful green spiral drawn on the bun.

the colorful snacks that makes me drool. and the cheapo samurai sword which nvr last for more than a week because it's fucking plastic.

including the shop that sold my parents canes. i hate them.

the beautiful array of fabrics that used to hang beautifully from the ceiling, as if we're always in festive season.

i would nvr forget the sand playground.

but it's all gone.

buildings erected, constructions took place, taking over the tiny city that i'd always been trailing in.

while preserving some, they took some as well...

at least all is not lost.

before i can slowly enjoy bathing in this nostalgic feeling, we're on the road again.

travelling towards thompson, entered some place like trade hub.

i fucking swear that this is not a worthy trip.

including the mini stop we made at novena, before reaching Orchard.

when was the last time we strolled down orchard road, hooked hands, carrying shopping bags.

today we did.

Yada yada, and finally we manage to get a decent, but not the best seat in MA MAISON @ Central.

it's awesome for food. but service wise, it didn't leave me feeling very pleasant thou.

i'm gonna give it the benefit of a fucking doubt because the manager said that "bugis one is different".

but fuck the service, if you have a date, want a decently affordable place with a riverside view. this is the place to go. it's quiet, and chill.

despite not being born photogenic. we still took lots of photos today.

and thinking back, i'd already forgotten when was the last time we did that.

*sigh* 

we're all growing up. running with time.

we ended our day after a yet another fruitless trip to kinokuniya.

we're fucking dead beat by the time we ran and caught up with 190.

and there, we're going home.

guess we're too old for this shit ain't it?

thinking back... we had alot of fruitless runs throughout the years haven't we?

it was only 10 when it all end, but it felt like a long long day.

i wish we could have lay down and watch the skies, plucking white cotton candies as if we're eating the clouds.

i could do this shit forever.

***

no idea, why this song played in my head throughout the day.

i know it's old. but it's sort of stuck in my head for now.

she's got an angelic voice and a body of sins.

she's primadonna 

dreams

despite of being in the state procrastination of not doing anything to improve my life.
i'm still trying my best to do the very least.
i just went for my first run,
i'm not gonna stop reading,

to be honest.
i'm just trying to drown myself out.



despite the long tiring sleep that left me with a mixture of excitement and anger that it all ended.
my mind still trail by the bits of thread left by all the weaving.



you were always wearing blue.
just like how i wanted.
blue top
blue tank top
white top with blue suspenders,
always there's a shade of blue tagging with you..
the fragments of the dreams are just in a mess.
but i cant seem to piece the whole thing logically together.



i know you from one of my friend.
he introduced me to you,
sweet looking, a girl full of smiles,
of course i played by the bro code.
you didn't attracted me then.

things happened,
we were thrown together in many situations.
maybe it's because you lived near me that's why we're always together
sometimes you will pop by,
asking me to come down..


we went kite flying.
we lay down on the endless glass land.
gazing at the stars.
i'd nvr seen you looked so deep before.
the eyes that looked outwards to a million miles.


i could remember the entire layout of your house clearly.
the rooms.
the kitchen that is filled with a million cooking equipments.
the unusually big storeroom.
the tv which is always droning in one small room.
there's even a back door that lead out to the colourful corridor


we were in your room
we didn't talk much.
you were doing your things, lying face flat on ur bed with ur legs pointing towards the sky.
i'm lying against a wall, doing my usual reading.
nobody broke the golden silence.


you were crying..
i hugged onto you.
i had an awkward erection as you hugged onto me.
u were smiling with your tearful face

for a moment, you had a brother.
a younger one.
small bald, we played together.
it was just a small moment. just 3 of us.


we were playing together,
tickling each other in this room filled with photos.
but not of us.
something sexual almost happened.
i was blushing and i swear i wont tell anybody.


your parents were disappointed about you.
you stood there when the fight took place.
i spoke to your parents.
i was crying.


in the slightest irony. you mum liked me.
we spoke about you.
i smiled at about how things are going better now.
even though i'd never seen your dad.
he's just a black figure, or someone who's always out of sight.


despite all.
we were never together...



i ended up outside of your house.
your estate seems like another planet.
there's a million cupboards outside, each holds a store just like flea.
and i saw one with many beautiful things.
and i ran towards it, grabbing and keeping all the beautiful things for my loved ones.
for you.


and we never met.
on the way out, i keep reciting to myself that i must give u those beautiful things.
but... we never met.
i was jolt awake.


then i missed you.
***

i'm gonna tidy my room.
fuck this shit.

waveya

rmb gangnam style? the style that took kpop to a whole new level and had been hitting millions of views?
these ladies got that swag too :D



waveya, a korean dance team. such unpolished gems~ a pity that they're not debuting.





nosebleed liao. brb T_T

Wor

I want to start on something, but I can't think of what to write. Like how slack my days have been, alcohol numbing, spending days while doing exactly nth while million thoughts floated in my mind.

I'd like to call them fragments. Fragments that make my week, fragments that make up my life.

Wednesday:

Crazy halfday. Zipped by home to charge up my berry and took a nice nap. Head out with my brothers for a nice crazy drinking session. Got kinda drunk and I started laughing, getting high and calling people from my phone.

I was numb.

Thursday: national day

A visit to my old social link. Just a simple dinner and chitchat session with my old neighbors. Not judging her daughter, but felt that I could do smth to help her little brother. He can't even talk when we moved house. And now he's all grown up, secondary 1, addicted gamer, a hermit in fact.

Looks like a dinner won't be enough to wipe off 10 years worth of dust on our social link.

Friday:

Just waiting for the day to be over and I just can't wait to gtfo.
took a half day off in the end and head out for coffee talk w/ J and bry. Culture shock.
follow by drinking @ sentosa. I didn't get dead drunk this time.

Saturday:

Breaking fast with my malay secondary school friends. Followed by bowling. Our standard prata and bowling. it still taste the same. But why does it felt so different? The cobwebs on our social links.. I feel so disconnected.

Sunday:

KD and Jasper. My closest bro during my secondary school years. How long have we not have a simple dinner together?

A nice catch up session before slacking @ kd's place. God we really have to meet up more often.

Monday:

I didn't feel the ache yet. Probably it's because that I'm going for my medical appointment today.

I saw my dad otw back. We walked together. We're awkwardly similar.. The way we walk, behave and talk.. We did nth but made small talks yet let the silence make comfort.

My day wasn't that lucky at first but things got better after I decided to venture out to town alone. Yes, been quite sometime since I'd embarked into my little journey of self discovery. Walking around town, movie, people watching.

And met up with my cousin briefly after that. Things didn't went really smooth, bt I dare say I enjoyed myself.

Tuesday:

Took an additional day off yesterday and it felt exactly like sunday, I slacked in the day, head out during the night. Coffee talks, dipped with abit of computer games. Failling asleep by midnight, making sure that I'd put the day to full use, before allowing my flesh machine to rest for the day. You're stilled beautiful.
Despite all the disagreements we had.

And I spend the evening like every sunday. A meal out with my couz, followed by our usual lan session before making my way back.. Reluctantly...

***

I woke up. The blues kicked in, hit me like a train as I snoozed and set countdown timer while my body began to finally accept information that I'm suppose to get up and prepare for camp.

I stood blankly under the shower head and let the million droplets hit me while I swam in my sea of thoughts. The sea is blank..
I felt empty..

Then I wore my mask... And here comes yet another day in the jungle.

Thoughts wheeled in and out of my mind, it's morning yet I couldnt sleep. I must couldn't.. Surfing aimlessly on the net, my mind's all transfixed to tomorrow. I.... It's like you're a stranger to me, and tomorrow is like the first time that we meet. A mixture of nervousness and excitement starts forming in me. Yes, we all do have a choice. How different are we, but similar in the weirdest of way as we seek emotional refuge in each other's refuge. I'm just tired, I want to breathe.

Thoughts wheeled in and out of my mind, it's morning yet I couldnt sleep. I must couldn't.. Surfing aimlessly on the net, my mind's all transfixed to tomorrow. I.... It's like you're a stranger to me, and tomorrow is like the first time that we meet. A mixture of nervousness and excitement starts forming in me. Yes, we all do have a choice. How different are we, but similar in the weirdest of way as we seek emotional refuge in each other's refuge. I'm just tired, I want to breathe.

I wanted to look at the stars with you, and tell you that you're still beautiful.


Sent from my iPad

watch art.

time to watch some art.

'The Eagleman Stag' Animated Short Film by Mikey Please

Tackling the issue of how time becomes insignificant as one gets older, Mikey Please's charming stop-motion short film has won numerous awards (e.g. BAFTA 2011, British Animation Awards, AFI 2011). Using only a white foam-like material, the monochrome animations are given the voice of actor David Cann.

The Eagleman Stag revolves around the philosophical notion of how the value of time diminishes if we don't make use of it appropriately, and its not difficult to appreciate Mikey Please's intricately carved sets and puppets. 

@streething.com

time to bring "five7ninety-three." back alive

Sentences just came threading through the tiny gaps of my brain. Like little worms that came to take the apple, they took me over. Paragraphs of stories such forming. I would be in a mood for weaving tales, but it would not be the right time since I'm standing in a crowded bus filled to the brim such that I'm only an inch closer to a molestation case, and whereby my fingers couldn't hit away and dance freely.

I started thinking about people, it happened during work yesterday. And.. Today.. I never know how deep this might get, since it's merely a game of guessing and hypothetically assign a story to them. Which may or may not, accurately or not, depict any point of their history that made them this way. There can no be justification.

Cacophonous voices that trailed among the crowd as people start squeezing in and out of the bus.
We're like talking sardines..

People. Vol 2

*i just need to write a long post to waste time, and after dipping into volume one for inspiration, i'm up once again*

Disclaimer:

this is obviously and absolutely boring work of mine since i'm rooting myself on my computer chair.
im just simply doing this as an act of procrastination for my shower. despite this, all works here are base on my thoughts long ago and any similarities to situations or character is either coincidental or it's basically me being stereotypical.

People. Vol 1

The Many People.

A cheery school girl, who skips to school everyday, humming her favourite melody.
slack to the fullest, copying school work from her studious friend.
the little girl who dance in the rain, holding her hands outwards to the skies, as if touching the many confetti that're thrown to her during the celebration of life.
the wet confetti thrown by the invisible arms from the heavens.
the other way to look at rain in life...

***

The little baby, being strapped onto his mum, his head wobbling in an unstable momentum against his mother's pace down the road. Fascinated, he sees giant machines that looked similar to the mini toy cars he played, roaring loudly across the road, not forgetting the mystical stick which shoots out beams of lights which control the cars, as if the conductor of a major band playing a beautiful symphony.
The naive baby.
"Oh, mummy's moving when it's green light too. So do we gets controlled by that mystical stick when we grow up too?"

***

Threads of white hair can be seen forming on the side, sitting on the red coffeshop chair which everyone knows, he heave his legs off his slippers and rest them on another.
On it's tables are many gleaming bottles that reflected against the old florescent light in the coffeeshop. Lying back his head, he breathed in the burning paper stick wrapped with nicotine and felt smoke work it's way in this body as he draws it down into the lungs. Some crushed bet slips are seen on the floor, probably an act of wrath when felt betrayed by the god of wealth. Streams of smoke came out in line from his nostrils, as if an mechanical dragon.
"Eh Chio eh, Lai Yi Duo Yi Ping Carlsberg!"

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People. Vol 2

Sorrows I

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The guy who clubs every week, as if like exercise, seeking for love on every wednesday night to numb himself. He is smooth, he could get girls. He's sleek, he drives out every night, hoping the night hound would for a moment engulf his innocent naive self, the one who got cheated and dumped, speeding pass countless lamp lights with a lighted cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

Nicotine and alcohol filled his brain and blood

but yet what could fill his empty heart? when girls are just nothing but pouring into his bucket full of holes. They can never be filled you know? 

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This young girl, looking for love in the virtual world every night. For she would lives in the virtual world, root herself to her chair in front of her pixelated screen. Firing away chat bubbles out to this wide virtual ocean of love, which love is as hard to find as a needle in the sea. It wont stop, her countless chat media, the various beeping sounds which could only signify how hungry she were. Her thirst arises after she broke up years back, she got enough of soaking her pillow with tears. But to no avail, there are many more dark figures lurking than the prince. She'd got her own fair share of failures, but yet she just didn't give up. Yet deep inside she knows that no one is going to save her if she took a bite at the poison apple.

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His ipod plugged into his ears, more than 12 hours a day, be it walking to school, walking back. He goes out alone, as if seeking for.. an answer. Isolating his schooling life from his personal ones, he would be alone, most of the time, and his ipod would be like a part of him, attach to his ears all the time, as he eats, smoke, stroll around the park looking at people. He can't hear the outside world screaming words of reality at him.

He's a dreamer. And we would never know what is he listening either.

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Pushing her pram down the outskirts of bugis street, she had a tough time navigating through the crowd. Pulling up the shutter, another day begins as she position her pram before throwing off her bills and receipts chunked sling bag onto the counter. 

Her mind begins to ponders, oblivious to customers who streams in unless summoned. Of her life, of how her decisions caused her to fall. And how that jerk just didn't pay for what he'd done, yet the victim is the one who pays the price after throwing all the cards on the table. 

Sitting down listlessly as she looked at the pram, miniature limbs waving wildly at the noisy crowd. Looks like the baby's gotten use to life too right?

"eh hey, uhm this one how much ah?"

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Tears stream down the corner of her eyes as she sat by the playground in the middle of the night. She heave a heavy sigh while slowly slitting her wrist with a cigarette her mouth. Swiping her fringe to the side, biting hard on the filer as she saw her wounds open again.. Just like the old times when she found out that he was just toying with her. Sobbing harder than ever, how she hates to face the world in the day, and how she would escape at night. She screams were silent and pain is her friend. How dare he? she love him, deceived by his honey smeared words, which crudely made her open herself to him, and her legs as well. She gave him his all, but yet what was given was not reciprocate. It will never be returned.

She felt like a caged bird. It's like she never left. 

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Need more brain juice.

(brb)