Wah Lan Eh.

I AM FINALLY DONE WITH MY WORK!

I AM SO FREAKING ELATED CAN!

WOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Symptoms of an innately insane man.

Fisherman's Village

Met up with Ah Choong just now.

He asked me no matter what advice is given; follow my heart.

It seems that now, I have no heart, be it to follow or to satisfy. I chose not to.

I do not want to fall into the entrapment again.

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Bloody shyt, fisherman's village is closed. What's left is "The Blue Pub." At least they don't really serve diluted beer, albeit it is expensive.

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Hopefully that you see this message, and you won't message me anymore.

Good night people.

ppfffftttttt.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Funnys of the Day

Funnys of the Day. Click here.

And here.

Here too (this one is a wee bit too much for pious people so please stay away from this).

Here.

Yes here again.

For ladies who like drinking, here.

Enjoy, people.

Something Meaningful.

Listen to the song playing now.

Ah, what blatant yet oblivious meaning it holds. For me at least.

I deserve better than to wallow in self-pity.

It is hard, but possible and very real.

陈小春 - 装聋作哑

老朋友问我你在干嘛
喝了那么多酒说了那么多话
爱由不得人真的一点不假
时间会讲真话, 事情有点复杂

我扪心自问我爱不爱她
把我换做是她, 像我这样的人嫁不嫁
可是我能给她的都给了她
我好怕怕, 再爱她会害了她
我想了又想

可是没道理呀我爱她错了吗
想她心情很差一整天不想说话
爱在九死一生中挣扎
我这样子算什么吗

爱情没道理呀我爱她她爱他
可恶爱的神话这几年骗了我吧
也许现在的她快乐吧
我一个人装聋作哑

周杰倫 - 退后 MV

Click here.

I Like.

I like the haze, safe for the smell of it. It gives Singapore a distinctly new flavour and (dis)taste to some, to people like me. It's like being in Genting Highlands (SIGH) and gives a melancholic setting to sunsets and all. Like how the authors usually describe a mysterious setting where dangers lurk in the streets in a science fictional story.

That's not the point exactly. My point is, the haze gives me a unique feel everytime.

I like hanging out with my secondary school friends. The camaraderie and the bondage are not forgotten. It's reliving the past moments when we shared pornographic jokes and those childish but ironic thoughts and come to think of it, innocence lets us see a better perspective in life.

Or I should say, a few perspectives.

Meeting up with new, old groups of mates bridges new and exciting connections. Be it you are looking for a partner, a soulmate or even fascinating discoveries of what your friends are really constructed of.

And did I forget to mention I have gotten a free steamboat dinner at Marina South yesterday, without any of us paying. But only for me though because I was late.

Happy birthday Luther Hua (read: Liu De Hua)!

I like giving tuition to my two kids, Brion and Jiajin. The way they smiled when they understood concepts. The exhilaration and self-discovery they exhibit bring satisfaction to me. The way they tell me about their daily lives rejuvenates me.

I like.

I like to be alone sometimes. I got too used to the solitary life that sometimes, it brings awkwardness and discomfort to me when I am with people whom I seldom talk to. I like to talk about life, because everytime I joke too much with my friends, I don't feel like myself. Only in here, my true self manifests.

I like to have random thoughts in my mind because cummulatively, they bring my mindset back on track again.

I like to be, finally, myself again. And I would like it to stay that way. : D

As I always say, good day people.

My Achilles' Heel.

It is such a waste. Bro Jimmy and Steve asked me along for a weekend getaway to Genting Highlands this coming Friday night. And my expenses paid for.

Well, I have to prioritise. School events and club reputation come first. Especially when it is "sai gang."

Sorry bros, I really want to go.

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I realise I have quite a number of soft spots for the opposite sex.

Femme Fetale.

Man, that happens almost every/any other day when I see the creatures from Venus on the trains, buses and school. But thank God, this does not hit me so badly. Call them my eye candies if you like. So it is really inevitable that the human mind wanders into uncharted territories. The impossible.

Like a, "hello miss, can we have a chat?" kind of thing.

So there is really nothing fanciful about my thoughts most of the time. Remember, I am a simple person after all.

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But there are really some soft spots about me that bug me from day to day. Some times of the day they come, sometimes they go. As elusive as the haze. As delusive as the tricks that Houdini once played.

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Talk about the already-stale memories that you want to relive. Talk about how the person made you feel that rejuvenates you every night. Talk about how the person spoke that made the stressful nights more bearable.

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Talk about the future together.

Well, calculated risks are not exactly calculated pe say. How can one be sure? Life is not a game of math. If only life is to be so rigid, we would have forgtten the purpose of the very existence of being on this ridiculously round piece of soil; the very reason why we live, and what we are living for.

We live for others, and others for us.

And so I wonder. Who lives for me? Who are(is) the one(s) who give(s) purpose and meaning to the mundanity of my lacklustre life?

Or am I even appreciated in the first place? Or known? Or exist(ed) in the saturated minds of typical Singaporean friends?

I dwell too much on my personal actions and behaviours. Like an entrapped game estrangled by the snare in a hunting trap. Asphyxiating.

Maybe it is the culture in my family and the way I have spent my formative years that make me so different from others

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Karma. It is coming. Or has it already arrived?

Jay Zhou - 退后

天空灰的像哭过
离开你以后
并没有更自由

酸酸的空气
守住我们的距离
一幕醉心的结局
像呼吸般无法停息

抽屉泛黄的日记
找到了回忆
那笑容是傻气

你我的过去
被深深真的忘记
缺氧过后的爱情
存心的眼泪是多余

我知道你我都没有错
只是忘了怎么退后
信誓旦旦给的承诺
全被时间扑了空

我知道门都没有错
只是放手会比较好过
最美的爱情会一定带去

我知道我们都没有错
只是放手会比较好过
最美的爱情回忆里带去

You Didn't Know...

You never did know.

I have flashbacks as well.

Tha magnitude does not matter. It is the incessant hauntings that suck your life (almost) dry.

Jay Zhou - 白色风车

白色的风车
安静的纯真
真实的感觉

梦境般遥远
甜甜的海水
复杂的眼泪
看你傻笑着, 握住我的手

梦希望没有尽头
我们走到这就好
因为我不想太快走完这幸福
很可惜没有祝福
但爱你并不孤独
不会再让你哭

我陪你走到最后
能不能不要回头
你紧紧地抱住我
说你不需要承诺
你说我若一个人会比较自由
我不懂你说什么
反正不会松手

我陪你走到最后
能不能别想太多
会不会手牵着手
晚一点再到尽头
你说不该再相见只为了瞬间
谢谢你让我听见
因为我在等待永远

"eh, why you never update your blog already?"

Me: " hmm. sometimes, no point blogging."

Sometimes when blogs are written with facts thrown all within them, I cannot help but to fathom, how come words and actions do not reconcile?

Sometimes, I chose to avoid asking myself questions more than I should. Sometimes, I chose to ask until there is an answer.

Other times, I sit down on my own, trying to dissolve myself back into my own tranquil world.

And cry silently inside.

Too many questions in life have no answers, albeit it be human nature to pursue until they got one. And it is only natural for any cognitively-active human beings to be inquisitive.

"I look at the sky, with sparkling stars scattered all over the velvety-black sky. I was all alone by myself, and I chant a little prayer for you. I wonder if you'd hear it. I wonder if you'd feel it. My world is shrouded with fogs of ambiguity, waiting to be unmasked by you."

What if everything turn out to be a Rumpelstiltskin-reenacted?

What if we have to give up what we love best in order to have what we want most?

Or vice versa?

Intriguing.

Hmm..

hong da -- [adjective]: Visually addictive 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com