Happenchance: The Other Side

Prayer

2007-10-26T23:37:00.000+08:00

A few words of faith, written to reinforce the words in my mind while I pray with my heart.

Please bless my brother Zeus with
The strength to conquer all illness,
The speed in returning to health,
And the ability to keep it in any circumstance.

That is all I pray for, and for it to be fulfilled as fast as possible.

I give thanks for making this prayer come true.

Why do I want to succeed?

2007-09-09T01:05:00.000+08:00

It was only after I heard testimonials from some friends of mine that made me start to think: what is my driving force behind my pursuit for success? Why in the world do I want to succeed? Most of them are doing it for their family, for their parents. It was the only way out for them. There is a need and a true urgency for them to succeed. Some of them have parents who have worked so hard for them and they truly want to repay them by providing for them, for the rest of their lives.

Yet, after listening to them, my need to change seemed shaky. It's almost as though my need of change is simply insignificant compared to theirs. Some of them had parents in poor health, some so poor that they have never gone overseas before, and some of them had brothers and sisters that wanted to go to school but didn't have the money to... For me, I'm living in a wonderful 5-room HDB flat, my dad is planning on moving to a condo next year, and we are living in a relatively carefree, comfortable life.

So why did I want to strike out? Simply because for all my 20 years, all that I ever contributed to the family was a burden. For years I spent my mum and dad's hard-earned money, and for years I saw my dad flying in and out of Singapore to set up his own business in Thailand. I had had enough. I was 20 now, and for me I wanted to change simply because I didn't want to depend on my dad forever. In Robert Kiyosaki terms, it means "my life, on my own terms". Sure, everything was on my own terms right now, but it was supported and fed through my dad's pockets. I hate the fact that I have no choice but to accept extra pocket money from them. After all, I am the eldest son, and after so many years of my parents and grandmother taking so good care of me, was I still going to let them take care of me, forever for the rest of my life? That was why I stepped out to do my own business, and that is why I want to succeed.

Today I did not step out to share, and I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. I was disappointed, because I wanted to share, but relieved, because every one who shared about why they wanted to succeed did so with such passion and determination that made me truly reflect and think. Damn, I can tell you that I was so disappointed in myself. I was living in such a comfortable environment, and after listening to their sharing I really thought: they want to succeed for such a good reason. Is my reason to succeed even half as good as theirs?

I want to succeed. And I am going to make it happen. My story is simple, and my life had no true hardship that those people around me have had. Yet I hope my reason to succeed is strong enough to carry me through this journey.

In Between "Trouble"

2006-10-18T21:59:00.000+08:00

Oh no I see
A spider web it's tangled up with me
And I lost my head
The thought of all the stupid things I said

Life is full of ups and downs. When you have a splitting headache and you feel like there's nothing else that you do that can make you feel better, you might turn to blogging it out.

Oh no what's this
A spider web and I'm caught in the middle
So I turned to run
The thought of all the stupid things I've done

So I scrolled through my list of MSN buddies and I realised... there really isn't anyone that I can dare to talk to without the fear of irritating someone.

And oh I never meant to cause you trouble
And oh and I never meant to do you wrong
And oh well if I ever caused you trouble
Oh no I never meant to do you harm

In between my perspiration and my frustration... I think I really can't do anything much. Except write. And I can't really write that well either.

Oh no I see
A spider web and it's me in the middle
So I twist and turn
Here am I in my little bubble

Keeping to myself might just be the best solution. Then I fear I'll lose even my circle of closest friends, whoever they may be.

Singing out
Oh I never meant to cause you trouble
Oh I never meant to do you wrong
Oh well if I ever caused you trouble
Oh no I never meant to do you harm

Perhaps I was never that good at expressing myself. Or perhaps I do it too vividly.

They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me

They spun a web for me, and here I am entangled in this mess.

The Meeting

2006-09-27T21:33:00.000+08:00

I arrive early this time. Normally I'm late, but this time I made it at eight-thirty. The night sky is turning deep black while the bulbs on the lamp-posts are fighting the darkness, not single-handedly, because the headlights from the onrushing vehicles on the roads are also doing the same.

My thoughts are as hazy as the night - I'm wondering what I'm doing at the bus stop. Of course. I know what I'm doing there, but why am I doing it? And then I stop asking myself that question. It is the beginning of a neverending torrent of questions where my split personalities (some say they are consciences, really) fight for agreement with or without one another. Love could never be answered. Least of all, with me.

She arrives from the double-decker bus. I know she's arrived, but I don't dare to look up. I prefer it that she is the first one to say hi, so I can pretend to be surprised and look her up in the eye and see her smile. It is a simple meeting. I'm supposed to pass her some stuff as usual, and we talk about her university life and my health, and as usual we talk about nothing else until the awkward goodbye at the end of the journey, below her flat at the lift door.

I ask her how's school. She smiles again. There are some things I cannot remember, but I seem to be able to picture her smile in my mind. It is the same answer; at least, it is almost always the same, about stress and work and class participation that worries her. And of course, being in some difficulty to make ends meet especially when it comes to her personal pursuits. I nod, trying to respond in the gentlest way I can, but normally it turns out to be nothing short of a nerdy fashion.

I try to make my gastroscopy today sound like a passing remark. She picks up the topic and asks if I feel better. I tell her that the doctor extracted a small sample of my ulcer to see if there is anything cancerous. Later I'll tell her that it is all a precaution, but I stare intently into her face, just for a moment, to see if she shows any concern. Sadly, her expression barely changes, and soon the latest community service project is the new topic of discussion.

I hide my disappointment while I continue to listen. She says that our ex-classmate actually volunteered to sponsor her with an amount of money that was barely a fraction of the cost of the trip. I smile again at her joke, wondering if my presence actually is recognised, is acknowledged.

I ask where the nearest magazine store is, as we are about to part ways - such moments normally pass by so quickly. I never want it to end, but it does. But this time, it ends abruptly. She tells me the directions to the store, while she turns to make her way back to the lift. I say that I will send her back to the lift at least, before I make my way to the store.

I pass her the papers that she asked me to help print, and mention that I split the papers into different sections, and that I couldn't confirm if I had printed every of the 100 pages or so correctly. She smiles and says that it's okay, and everything, I feel, is all worth the trouble once again and twice over.

She says goodbye, and I too say the same before I leave, but what I really want to say remains in my heart.

Geylang Girls

2006-07-26T18:10:00.000+08:00

They stand on the streets,
Row by row, young and sweet.
Range of prices - not too bad
Still too poor, so quite sad.

Then an Ah Beng comes along.
"How much for one night, song song?"
She points one hand of five fingers
He kisses her, says "I'll pay later".

Geylang girls, they come quite cheap
For unloved men all in a heap.
No love, no fights, no strings attached
As long as you paid to get your catch.

Perhaps why the men go there for fun -
There's no burden after they're done.
Except the nagging fear of death
Of VDs, of AIDS, of whatever's left.

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It is a twisted notion, I know, but once again I am questioning myself about the other great mystery of the universe: Women.

Whenever I seem (or think) that I am striking a relatively good friendship with one of them and think that it is possible for us to move further, they get scared off by my words and/or my actions. It has been a thoroughly humiliating time for me where the subject of relationships are concerned.

It was slightly disconcerting that the girls in particular alleys in Singapore signalled their intentions right from the start - that hell yeah, they were prepared to take me, as long as I paid for it.

Principle of Equivalent Trade, that's what they were attempting to convince me to believe.

Slightly baffled by their enthusiasm, I kept to my conscience, which was barely there throughout the entire trip to the back-alleys. I marvelled at the beauty of some of them, wondering why they were not trying for an alternative career in modelling. They smiled tauntingly at our faces, trying to unleash our inner beasts.

I kept it under control, reminding myself not to succumb to temptation. But even temptation can be rationally explained sometimes.

Some guys go to the alleys to remember how good it felt the last time they were here. Some others choose to come here to indulge, to forget about the real world.

It is a surreal environment out there, one which the pimps provide arguably the best customer service in the world, the girls openly smile at you when you ogle at them, and transactions are done only by cash.

It is another world altogether, where the ice-cream men are key players of the trade. They are the guards, the people who watch out for the people in blue uniforms, handcuffs and night-sticks. One ring of the bell is enough for the entire alley of people to go running to the nearest shelters.

For all those dangers that I was raised to believe in about indulging in the trade (and I can swear that still have NOT done it - still a virgin, to put it bluntly), the world over there is simple. It is really us who make it look complicated.

It is easier to understand the concept of the ice-cream men instead of a new PAP policy, for example. I am not saying this because government policies are difficult to understand, of course - it is merely to show how simple life is over there.

It is a trade; no emotions, no love involved. These things merely complicate the process. Money changes hands, services are provided, end of story. Both sides don't care about each other's story when they arrive. No teary eyes of sob stories to hear.

Sometimes I wonder: Who is right? Who is wrong?

Honesty

2006-06-20T22:35:00.000+08:00

If you search for tenderness
it isn't hard to find.
You can have the love you need to live.

But if you look for truthfulness
You might just as well be blind.
It always seems to be so hard to give.

Honesty is such a lonely word.
Everyone is so untrue.
Honesty is hardly ever heard.
And mostly what I need from you.

I can always find someone
to say they sympathize.
If I wear my heart out on my sleeve.

But I don't want some pretty face
to tell me pretty lies.
All I want is someone to believe.

Honesty is such a lonely word.
Everyone is so untrue.
Honesty is hardly ever heard.
And mostly what I need from you.

I can find a lover.
I can find a friend.
I can have security until the bitter end.
Anyone can comfort me
with promises again.
I know, I know.

When I'm deep inside of me
don't be too concerned.
I won't ask for nothin' while I'm gone.
But when I want sincerity
tell me where else can I turn.
Because you're the one I depend upon.

Honesty is such a lonely word.
Everyone is so untrue.
Honesty is hardly ever heard.
And mostly what I need from you.

We are all liars. Truth and integrity are two things we value so much because, simply, they do not exist in abundance - they are rare, endangered.

Honesty is such a lonely, lonely word.

Everyone's Better, I'm Worse.

2006-06-19T18:24:00.000+08:00

Decipher the depressed is back.

I am beginning to feel that my illness is weighing me down. My ambitions. My dreams. All sinking without trace.

I seem to be losing control of my voice, permanently.

My life isn't working out as well as I thought. The past three months - a downhill ride to Hell.

I can't even express my life properly.

And every time I click on the link to visit her blog it gets me down.

I look strong, but now it makes me feel weaker than ever.

I don't want to look at you. I don't want to lie. Just seeing your face makes me sad. Get away from me.

Once again, my illusions have taken over my senses - you were never there by my side, right?

And now even my voice is leaving me, my main tool of communication. I paint my life with the words I speak, I paint my emotions - and now all I have left is nothing.

PES E feels like full stop for me.

So drained after work, even though I do absolutely nothing sometimes - coupled with my current health (or lack of it), I am in no mood to think of exercise.

My procrastination seems to be pushing my driving dream further and further away.

My greatest enemy is myself. How do I defeat it?

I want my health back. Someone up there... what is it that YOU want from me?

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I'm in this state of "it's not my fault" mood right now.

Don't Call Me Names!

2006-06-09T20:42:00.000+08:00

(Apologies to all names whom I've quoted here. This is purely for the name of some light entertainment. Apart from this I would like to assert that the names mentioned are not fictional; they're real.)

Apart from our very own Bak Hu we've also got a couple of babies as well.

Literally.

Isn't it a beautiful name? No excuse for not responding to your wife, though.

We should all have watched X-Men 3, of course. But did anyone tell you that X-Men is out? The Z-men are in.

I did not smudge off the rest of his name, I swear.

At this point, we would like to reiterate the point that Singapore has a well-maintained police force as well as a very respectably low crime rate compared to other countries.

I present to you these two names.

Are they not names that will make you tremble in your shoes?

Whew. Thank goodness we've got ourselves a hero.

My goodness, the stories are true after all!

Lastly, if you thought Singapore is always short of festive spirit, think again.

Ho, ho, ho.

The Five Love Languages

2006-06-03T22:16:00.000+08:00

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Quality Time
with a secondary love language being
Words of Affirmation.

Complete set of results

Quality Time:		9
Words of Affirmation:		8
Acts of Service:		5
Receiving Gifts:		5
Physical Touch:		3

Information

Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

Take the quiz

What I Appear To Be (Or What I Am?)

2006-05-01T00:30:00.000+08:00

Never sincere enough to my friends.

My gifts never serve any purpose.

I don't appreciate what I have.

My time is never as valuable as others'.

I assume too much about things that don't concern me.

I obsessively seek acceptance from friends.

I am merely a loser who has many good friends who won't hesitate to help me.

I'm a powerfully influential person who can destroy a person's social network if I need to.

I belong in a world of my own.

I rarely seek to make friends.

I'm an introvert. Like I once said I'd probably have been autistic if I didn't learn how to talk.

What am I? Who am I?

!

2006-04-23T11:07:00.000+08:00

I'm about to start using THE facial mask.

Five Factors

2006-04-17T21:01:00.000+08:00

Your Five Factor Personality Profile

Extroversion:

You have medium extroversion.
You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.
Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.
But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."

Conscientiousness:

You have medium conscientiousness.
You're generally good at balancing work and play.
When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.
But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.

Agreeableness:

You have high agreeableness.
You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.
Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.
You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.

Neuroticism:

You have low neuroticism.
You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.
Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.
Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.

Openness to experience:

Your openness to new experiences is medium.
You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.
But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.
You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.

The Five Factor Personality Test

Lament?

2006-03-18T21:57:00.000+08:00

Why is it that some things are just not meant to be?
Why is it that this time, I do not feel the same way as I think I should be feeling?
Why is it that there is such a thin line between love and friendship?

In any case, I know that I am not going to fall deep into the same trap that I set for myself before.

I am grateful at least to have a friend beside me.

Like most things I think we shall let the winds of time swing forth to reveal the answer of the future.

It is still amazing, however, that I've somehow managed to get past this invisible barrier that seemed to obstruct our communication, although sometimes it seems that we still have problems when speaking to each other.

In this instance I believe that we are not fated - after all, we aren't able to hear what each other's heart has to say.

Have we really tried? Perhaps, and perhaps not.

Perhaps you may not realise it, but nowadays I feel much more at ease talking to you compared to two years ago.

If it is not meant to be, then let us not force it upon each other then.

That is not to say that I am giving up at the moment, of course. ;)

2006-02-23T17:21:00.000+08:00

Is life more than... this?

劲歌金曲

2006-01-31T00:41:00.000+08:00

第一章: 天大的爱

爱你:

爱你我管不了是祸

未想过是为何能爱着你苦也未去躲

爱是永恒:

有着我便有着你真爱是永不死

穿过喜和悲跨过生和死

我的骄傲:

see me fly i am singing in the sky

假使我算神话因你创更愉快

爱是最大权利:

凭我彻底的勇气爱是最大权利

不理场面不伟大我共你始终同游生死

还有哪一种结尾花光一切在乎你

没有想过太多我只需要你

恋爱大过天:

恋爱大过天

想不想也日夜怀念连甜梦也不够甜

怎么闪同学始终会遇见

第二章:讲情

shall we talk:

shall we talk shall we talk

就当重新手拖手去上学堂

哪有一天不想你:

我带着情意一丝丝凄怆

许多说话都仍然未讲

纵隔别遥远怀念对方

悲伤盼换上再会祈望

越吻越伤心:

越问越伤心明明无余地再过问

明明知道衷心一吻会有更亲厚质感

我说过要你快乐:

我说过要你快乐让我担当失恋的主角

改写了剧情无言地飘泊

假如让我说下去:

我想哭你可不可以暂时别要睡

陪着我像最初相识我当时未怕累

但如果但如果说下去或者

情深说话未曾讲:

我有说话未曾讲你这刹那在何方

如何能联系上与你再相伴在旁

如晨光

第三章:日月星辰风雨潮

太阳星辰:

太阳星辰即使变灰暗

心中记忆一生照我心

爱如潮水:

我的爱如潮水爱如潮水将我向你推

紧紧跟随爱如潮水她将你我包围

蓝雨:

冷冷雨 wo...

没焦点因找不到你

冷冷雨低泣彷佛要等你经过

爱如潮水:

答应我你从此不在深夜里徘徊

不要轻易尝试放纵的滋味

你可知道这样会让我心碎

风继续吹:

风继续吹不忍远离

心里亦有泪不愿流泪望着你

让一切随风:

各种空虚冷冷冷吹起吹起风里梦

过去的心火般灼热今天已变了冰冻

如风:

来又如风离又如风

或世事通通不过是场梦

人在途中人在时空

相识也许不过擦过梦中

约定:

就算你壮阔胸膛不敌天气

两鬓斑白都可认得你

第四章:两个人

现代爱情故事:

别离没有对错要走也解释不多

现代说永远已经很傻

随着那一宵去火花以消逝

不可能付出一生那么多

相爱很难:

也许相爱很难

就难在其实双方各有各寄望怎么办

要单恋都难

受太大的礼会内疚却也无力归还

谁令你心痴:

darling i want you 你竟不知

默默向风呆企去等心中戏子

曾无限次欲话我知却也停止

相逢何必曾相识:

同是天涯沦落人在这伤心者通道上同行

也许不必知道我是谁

无谓令你令你令你令你令你令你令你令你

令你令你令你令你令你令你令你令你令你

教我如何不爱她:

如何可以不爱她

莫非生命只配有一个他

到了没法相处再去记它好处

凭回忆制造这自欺的笑话

温柔的你:

随时日在远飞难舍弃

每次看见冷冬到访的你

那年冬天两心遇上没逃避

第五章:浪情歌

谁明浪子心:

可以笑的话不会哭

可相知的心哪怕追逐

可惜每次遇上热爱

无法使我感觉我终于遇上幸福

友情岁月:

来忘掉错对来怀念过去

曾共渡患难日子总有乐趣

不相信会绝望不感觉到踌躇

在美梦里竞争每日拼命进取

飞女正传:

世界将我包围誓死都一齐

壮观得有如悬崖的婚礼

也许生于世上无重要作为

仍有这种真爱会留低

第六章:神爱世人

少女的祈祷:

祈求天地放过一双恋人怕发生的永远别发生

从来未顺利遇上好景降临如何能重拾信心

神啊救救我:

神啊救救我吧一把年纪了一个爱人都没有

孤独是可怜的如果没爱我人生是黑白的

爱神:

僧人都不喜爱我神你不欢喜我迫我入了魔

爱侣几百万谁料我蠢得竟可重覆去犯错

完结章:好心一早放开我

小城大事:

吻下来豁出去

这吻别似覆水再来也许要天上团聚

献世:

眼泪还是留给天抚慰

你是前度何必听我吠

爱与诚:

别再做情人做只猫做只狗不做情人

做只宠物至少可爱迷人

和你不瞅不睬最终只会成为敌人

好心分手:

好心一早放开我

好心一早放开我从头努力也坎坷

通通不要好过来年岁月那么多

为继续而继续没有好处还是我

若注定有一点苦楚不如自己亲手割破

谁愿放手:

谁得到过愿放手

曾精彩过愿挽留

年年月月逝去越是觉得深爱你

Reality

2006-01-29T21:52:00.000+08:00

The world is harshly real, so realistically harsh - a modern world is devoid of sympathy, choosing to operate fully by logic and merit.

Would you listen to a singer who is past his prime?

Would you want to watch a television programme that has been replayed 50 times?

Would you pay to employ less talented people?

Would you award a silent worker or a haphazard genius?

Would you prefer a pretty girl or a less pretty one?

Would you want to eat at a fancy restaurant or at home?

The list goes on.

Would you choose to petition for a blog to continue its operations, or would you simply choose another one to read?

It might take months before I'm able to type half as quickly as I think - unfortunately, during this period people will start to forget. Perhaps by the time I recover from my nerve problem the only reader I will have left is myself.

But what is reality? It is just an approved group of illusions that we believe to exist.

Socrates said, "I think, therefore I am."

Really? The question may never be answered - it is the limiting question of human discovery. It is unimportant in everyday life.

See how realistic we are?

It's over.

2005-12-06T18:58:00.000+08:00

Probably the greatest night of the past two years.

Aside: The 497 messages in my phone that I have stored for so long... It's gone now, forever.

Total Eunuch

2005-11-28T12:49:00.000+08:00

You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.
Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.
You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.
You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

My IQ is...

2005-11-28T12:41:00.000+08:00

Start clapping.

Your IQ Is 110

Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average

Your Verbal Intelligence is Exceptional

Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional

Your General Knowledge is Above Average

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

My Power Color

2005-11-27T16:01:00.000+08:00

Your Power Color Is Lime Green

At Your Highest:

You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary.

At Your Lowest:

You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in.

In Love:

You have a tough exterior, but can be very dedicated.

How You're Attractive:

Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room.

Your Eternal Question:

"What else do I need in my life?"

What's Your Power Color?

In point form

2005-11-15T20:23:00.000+08:00

I screwed up the following:

Physics Paper 1 & 2, Econs Paper 3.
The touchy-feely thing you call relationships, I think, that is something you're supposed to get into before you start the process of propagation. Just kidding.
Most other stuff related to Econs.
Buying popcorn at GV.

Life sucks. - TZM

I also want to say:

There are some people I want to be FRIENDS with. When I say FRIENDS, I mean the kind in caps, not the small, "maybe" kind of friend. But because I'm a hormonally-charged teen with puberty approaching critical damping (but still in puberty, nonetheless), I often mistake FRIENDship for the touchy-feely thing.
Yes. The previous point was four lines long. I promise not to do that again.
Not in this entry, at least.
But this kind of shit is a two-way thing - similar to that touchy-feely thing, no?
Nope.

Pi4 lar. - JX

But some things, I just cannot express fully and honestly.
Why? Because this is public, and I'm not racist.
I just have this feeling that I've screwed up almost everything in my life.

FUTURE STRAITS TIMES

2005-11-12T08:11:00.000+08:00

Tan Zhi Mian wins Manhunt
After 2 hours of contest, self-proclaimed "shuai ge" sweeps top award

Underdog Tan won the male beauty pageant in the final round of the contest, where contestants had to declare who their idols were. His confident answer: "Me."

Photo by BEAR

The judges were more than impressed by his show of confidence, giving him a 10-0-0 victory for that round past the other two finalists.

MORE MANHUNT NEWS: Dejected finalist Ryan Tan: "I SHOULD HAVE WON"; page 12.

...

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OMG. Okay. I can't stop laughing over breakfast.

The reason why I believe this can happen? Check THIS.

Dustin's Lookalike

2005-11-08T20:52:00.000+08:00

Really. One of the examiners today - probably the Chief - had an uncanny resemblance to our dear Mr Dustin Chin.

~~Not really as pleasant, though. And I doubt he's a GP teacher.~~

He likes to repeat sentences that have no real meaning.

You understand what I'm trying to say.
(Not a question mark - a full stop. So I guess he was trying to assert something. YES, WE UNDERSTAND.)

Don't argue with me ah. (Don't I sound like someone familiar?) The above sentence really has no meaning. You understand what I'm trying to say.

Today's Math paper was survivable. A good start is, of course, better than none - but I'm not going to be too optimistic here. You understand what I'm trying to say.

Aside: I am suddenly a Manchester United supporter. Just kidding. But what an amazing victory over Chelsea. You understand what I'm trying to say.

I should sleep early.

You understand what I'm trying to say.

世界最美的风景 - 5566

2005-11-07T22:57:00.000+08:00

我心中的天气一直不放晴,
我眼部的眉毛一直不开启,
片天的风景多么美丽,
谁愿意陪着我,环游世界去,

我是只小麻雀却从来不犹豫,
有一天变美丽没有人会相信
向窗外飞去, 却从来不担心,
谁愿意, 陪着我环游世界去

你是世界上最美的风景,
多少晴雨风雪冰, 都是我的MEMORY
你是世界上最美的风景,
四处留下我的足迹想着你

我是颗小太阳就守在你心底,
冷的时候请你快躲到我怀里,
我们有约定, 我从来没忘记,
我愿意,带着你,环游世界去

你是只小麻雀从来不犹豫,
有一天变美丽只有我会相信,
向窗外飞去, 却从来不担心,
我愿意,带着你,环游世界去

你是世界上最美的风景, 多么幸运你让我拥有你

7 Things - invited to do so by YS

2005-11-06T20:03:00.000+08:00

7 things
Seven[7] things that will scare me...
[+] No one talks to me anymore.
[+] Probably Sadako (plus bloody bathtub to boot)
[+] Being hated by my family and friends.
[+] Dying (because I haven't done a lot of things)
[+] If I go crazy. But I probably won't be scared anymore.
[+] The N-bombs, C-weapons and other WMDs go off at once.
[+] I become a homosexual. ULTIMATE SCARY THING!

Seven[7] things that I like most...
[+] Liverpool Football Club
[+] Music
[+] Singing (subset of the previous point?)
[+] Fun with friends
[+] (Learning) cooking
[+] Blogging
[+] Talking, and talking cock.

Seven[7] most important things in my room...
[+] Compaq Presario X1000 (the MODEL, not the QUANTITY)
[+] HP PSC All-in-one printer
[+] Apple iPod Mini
[+] Tutorials (expires 18 Nov, 2005)
[+] Wireless mouse
[+] Countless CDs
[+] Medals and certificates

Seven[7] random facts about me...
[+] I have 500-degree myopia in both eyes and 200-degree astigmatism.
[+] Don't really play lots of games - but I'm addicted to Football Manager.
[+] I don't really think I'm intelligent. I'm more the slow learner.
[+] Don't really like MSN/SMS/phone conversations. Prefer face-to-face (conversations lah) anytime.
[+] I love Jeanette Aw.
[+] I think I grow into a leadership role - I'm not the kind that is a natural.
[+] I'm supposed to be highly influential (!!!). Sadly I'm not as good a friend as people make me out to be.

Seven[7] things I can do...
[+] (Hopefully) singing?
[+] (Even more hopefully) play the guitar?
[+] Memorise the least important things.
[+] Irritate people.
[+] Write nonsensical essays and blog entries.
[+] Look calm in the scariest situation.
[+] Hold a grudge for a long time - exactly YS' opposite.

Seven[7] things I can't do...
[+] Style my hair - any style also cannot.
[+] Remember the most important things.
[+] Impress people.
[+] Instantly apply something that I learn (eventually, maybe, but not instantly).
[+] Look in the mirror (because of my eye problem :S)
[+] Sing falsetto.
[+] Score for Economics (no matter how hard I try).

Seven[7] phrases I say the most...
[+] Relac.
[+] Haha.
[+] Shit happens.
[+] "Man" - Repetitive, useless, meaningless word used as a punctuation in my speech.
[+] Sian 0.5
[+] Tian1 Ya2 He2 Chu4 Wu2 Fang1 Cao3
[+] "Aiyah" - Seems to mean that the matter on hand is trivial.

Seven[7] celebrity crush...
[+] Jeanette Aw
[+] Joi Chua
[+] Joanne Peh
[+] Stella Ng
[+] Suzanne Jung (On Channel NewsAsia's Primetime Morning)
[+] Lisa Ang (also on CNA)
[+] Jamie Yeo (Very. Hot. Glenn Ong is a lucky guy.)

Seven[7] peeps that I love to see them doing this quiz [shall not include those that i know had done this already]

[+] Junxiang
[+] Leonard
[+] Kok Wei (but he'll never do it.)
[+] Zhi Mian (Don't dare to persuade.)
[+] Jin. (Haha.)
[+] Tienkwan (Hahahahaha.)
[+] Chion?

Okay, done.

I'm a...?!?!?!

2005-11-06T20:02:00.000+08:00

Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker

Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm"
You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone...
Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-)

You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear.
Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing.
The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person.

Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life.
You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face.
Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

I'd like to say...

2005-11-03T18:42:00.000+08:00

... that I've been working hard, but I haven't.

... that I'm going into the exams in a confident mood, but I probably won't.

... that life is going perfectly fine, but it's not.

... that I am the nice, easygoing chap that people make me out to be, but I am not.

...that I am a person that can be trusted, but I'm not.

I wish I could say (and mean)...

1. FORGET IT!

In literal terms "forget it" is a command to the third party, but in my case I'd like to say that the two words are really more for myself than anyone else.

2. SORRY!

Sorry seems to be the hardest word, when it comes to sincerity.

3. THANK YOU!

For giving me something - but what is it, really?

4. STAY HAPPY FOREVER!

Sickening three words, which seems so easy for any person to say - but really, to mean it is a different thing altogether.

5. IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM!

Then whose problem is it? Yours? You don't care, do you? But if you don't care, then why should I?

Conclusion: Revenge and retribution is are the frictional resistance in the turning of the wheel of friendship.

There is something called the heart that can overtake all rationality and change what you would normally do. And sadly I am unable to break through this barrier no matter how hard I try.

It's easy to say that I am small, narrow and am devoid of magnanimity - yes, I am all of that, I admit it readily, but I just cannot put down this... what is it? Disappointment? Sadness? Bitterness? Hatred?

Fix You

2005-10-10T21:05:00.000+08:00

(Jess Phan: If you're reading this, you'll think I'm lagging but hey, this song rocks.)

FIX YOU
Performed by Coldplay

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

*Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try then you'll never know
Just what you're worth

*Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Tears stream down your face
I promise you that I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...

*Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Oh.

2005-10-10T00:58:00.000+08:00

李圣杰--手放开

我把自己关起来只留下一个阳台
每当天黑推开窗我对着夜幕发呆
看着往事一幕一幕
再次演出你我的爱

我把电视机打开听着别人的对白
也许那些故事可以给我一个交代
你要的爱我学不来
眼睁睁看情变坏
人怔怔看情感概

不能给你未来我还你现在
安静结束也是另一种对待
当眼泪流下来
伤已超载
分开也是另一种明白

我给你最后的疼爱是手放开
不要一张双人床中间隔着一片海
感情的污点就留给时间慢慢漂白
把爱收进胸前左边口袋

最后的疼爱是手放开
不想用言语拉扯所以选择不责怪
感情就像候车月台
有人走有人来
我的心是一个站牌
写着等待

最后的疼爱是手放开
我把收音机打开听着别人的失败
啃咽的声音仿佛诉说着相同悲哀
你的依赖还在胸怀
我无法轻易推开
我无法随便走开

感情中专心的人容易被伤害

Thanks Bear, for this song that you sent me.

Thanks Genming for recommending this to me because I have found new meaning in it.

Remember the one-way street? I think the time has come for me to start walking back.

There's a roadblock at the end.

Good luck to me. Yeah, I'll watch out for the cars. Thanks.

Story

2005-10-08T07:49:00.000+08:00

A few months ago something miraculous happened.

And with this miracle I proceeded to attempt to make another one.

This miracle gave me faith, determination and the strength to carry on.

However, it seems that my drive has gone too far into the wrong direction.

I only wish that this is not a one-way street.

I wish I could turn back, but I know this isn't possible. Not on this road, anyway.

While on this road I've caused too much destruction.

Friendships have been lost.

On this road I've lost myself.

A road of madness, depression and jealousy.

Can I even find the second miracle? Or are the above three things a warning of things to come?

Birmingham 2-2 Liverpool: Post-match

2005-09-25T11:57:00.000+08:00

Luis Garcia proved once again, like last season, that he can score while our strikers can't. A calmly slotted-home 68th-minute shot with his left foot was enough to give us a lead that I thought would have lasted till the end, given our marvellous defence.

Oh, I take my words back.

Rafael Benitez has had some brilliant tactical moments, most notably in THAT game against AC Milan, but hey, this must be one of the most glaring errors that he has ever made.

The purchase and naming of Jose 'Pepe' Reina in the first eleven.

Yup, that's him. I mean, Rafa should have noticed after the first game against Middlesbrough that he doesn't seem to have fingers. Seriously. Why else will a goalkeeper keep attempting to punch away harmless crosses when he can simply catch them anyway?

Warnock's own-goal - and Birmingham's equaliser - definitely meant that Warnock had to take some responsibility, but ultimately it was Reina's contribution by standing in a position where he could catch nothing but air and his lack of communication that caused the mayhem in the penalty area.

The second goal Birmingham scored was worse - it reminded me of the Westerveld howler - when he simply punched the ball (YES, HE PUNCHED THE BALL) straight to an onrushing Walter Pandiani, whom we know from his days at Deportivo will NOT miss from six yards.

DROP REINA!

We're destined to never have a proper goalkeeper.

Sander Westerveld for 4m pounds seemed a worthwhile purchase until he did his legendary howler against Bolton and never returned to the line-up again.

Jerzy Dudek looked marvellous until his numerous slip-ups, but at least he can save brilliantly too (most memorably against Andriy Shevchenko in the Champions League final).

Chris Kirkland - not exactly a brilliant reflex goalkeeper like Dudek or Westerveld, but he does the simple things well enough. Unfortunately, his injury jinx got the better of him.

Now Pepe Reina - who is nothing compared to the three above.

Drop him, bring Dudek back - I'd rather have the occasional howler but mostly-dependent goalie who winks at the camera every Champions League game.

COMING SOON: WHY THE HELL DOES HYYPIA AND CARRAGHER THINK REINA IS SO DAMN GOOD ANYWAY??

I'm a Tiger?!?

2005-09-23T16:10:00.000+08:00

Your TIGER DAEMON shows an unmistakable aura of
pride, resilience, and aggression. Your balance
of impatience and inspiration make you a
creative leader, although you are prone to
dangerous extremes.

What Animal Would Your Daemon Settle As?
brought to you by Quizilla

Nothing is predestined.

2005-09-20T19:36:00.000+08:00

Nothing is predestined, hence nothing is predictable.

There are, of course, some exceptions to this rule.

1. Kasparov v the Deep Blue n (where n is a positive integer written in Roman numerals)

WINNER: Deep Blue

This guy, who is by far the most superhuman chess player we can find in us humans, lost to this imbecile IBM contraption called a supercomputer.

2. Chelsea v Paya Lebar-Punggol

WINNER: Chelsea

Wah lau, this one close both eyes also know the winner lah. Paya Lebar have won once, drawn once and lost 20 out of the 22 games played in the S-League, while the team that loves boasting that it has "two first teams" won AGAIN for the 6th bloody time in 6 games, in the EPL.

3. Mr Ho v the Math cohort

WINNER: Mr Ho

Can't even smell for today's paper okay. He likes to say, "If I can think of it, Cambridge marker can definitely think of it."

I'd like to change that. If he can think of it, it doesn't mean Cambridge can think of it. Too pro liao.

!?!?

2005-09-18T12:54:00.000+08:00

After some discussions with some friends of mine I have come to realise one thing.

That their help may not be as helpful as it seems. The more people who try to help you in doing something, the more confusing it gets.

So in the end it's more important that you think for yourself.

TMD.

2005-09-15T21:37:00.000+08:00

KNNBCCB.

LJ understand.

It was a betrayal.

No more horse talk, though I'm still pissed

2005-09-13T19:53:00.000+08:00

Eh, I forgot to tell you the readers that everything you read here is entirely fictional and imaginary. Any similarities to any person (or animal, in this case), living or dead, is entirely coincidental and please don't sue me, man.

Just in case, lah. I scared you all cannot take this kind of jokes... You know? Horses don't like to be laughed at too much.

But in my opinion, the two bloggers should have considered what the consequences were when they blogged about their stuff. Hey, I can survive a fine from SPCA (peanuts man), but a $10,000 fine from the Subordinate Courts? No joke okay!

Plus, I'm blogging about a horse - still relatively harmless. They were talking about seditious remarks leh (and I still don't know what seditious means).

SEDITION ACT:

A person is deemed to have committed an offence under the Sedition Act if he performs any act which has a seditious tendency, or conspires with any person to do so. It is also an offence to utter any seditious words or to print, publish, sell, distribute, reproduce or import any seditious publication. First time offenders can be fined up to S$5,000, or jailed up to three years, or both. For subsequent offences, they can be jailed up to five years and have their seditious publications forfeited and destroyed.

Anyway, just read through this, go delete all seditious stuff from your blogs, and you will, like me, survive to die another day.

Sad.

2005-09-09T21:29:00.000+08:00

What a sad day today.

What a sad day it is going to be tomorrow.

It's going to be saddest on Monday.

Horse Talk

2005-09-05T18:39:00.000+08:00

Since you've come here from happenchance, I assume that you will have read the latest entry on the Old Man.

From this point onward, the Old Man shall be known as The Horse. No questions asked.

Dramatic opener. Horse enters room and closes the door.
(No one greets)

Horse: Why are you all here?

A hugely rhetorical question, seeing that everyone inside were holding on to at least one set of lecture notes. But the Horse needs the attention, so...

Random: Studying.
Horse: Studying? You all can study inside here?

He cocks one eyebrow, which is an admirable effort for any animal.

Random: Yeah.

Horse doesn't look convinced. He decides that we need further chiding.

Horse: Don't think ah, you all ah can study here ah.

TalkingCock would be proud of this repetitive use of the utterly useless word ah.

Horse: Who's the quartermaster?
Random: (Raises hand) I am.
Horse: So why do (sic) you allow your people to enter?
Random: Actually, 'cos we're supposed to have training...
Horse: Oh? You all have training? During holidays? I don't think so...

So this horse obviously thinks that just because we aren't horses, we are not worth our daily dose of food as he does his daily dose of grass, huh. Don't look down on us indoor-sports people, you arse.

Horse: I don't think so, you all have training, I don't think so... I don't think so (Repeat 5x)

Which brings us to one point: Horses should not say I DON'T THINK SO. Later really cannot think.

Horse: You are not allowed to use this place for studying, okay?

Okay lor.

Horse: Cannot always turn on the air-con inside here... You know how much power you all use?

So we cannot enter this room because we use up electrical power huh? Try the library - I think I can turn a turbine with my sweat man. That one then called energy-saving. For goodness' sake man, one room only - one whole room in the entire school got any significant difference anot?

Horse: Anyway ah, what is this ah? Put everything on the (snooker) table. 30 years ago, if I was a snooker player, I tell you ah, I will KICK YOU ALL OUT (extra venomous) okay.

Okay lor. That one really nothing to say lor. Fact remains that the table is the lousiest one we've got out of the three we have. AND we covered it.

The conversation ends abruptly. The horse stands at the door expecting us to throw eggs at him. When he does not get a reply he leaves for his stable.

Nair mind lah, we all very nice people. Don't like to argue with horse - especially when this kind is especially prone to horseplay. I disagree with the notion that we can let animals handle student affairs.

Temasek Polo Club

2005-09-05T18:31:00.000+08:00

The Principal
Of The Mentioned College

Dear Madam,

RE: TEMASEK POLO CLUB

I am a passionate fan of horses and I must compliment your school for the wonderful breeding that you have given one of your steeds.

It is unfortunate, however, that your steed is still facing a major personal identity crisis, as we convince it that it is not at all a human, but one of the best horses I have ever seen.

I would, henceforth, like to propose the establishment of the Temasek Polo Club, since the recent demise of a club brought forth by this very steed itself. I shall be humble with my targets - that if your steed joins, he can most likely be ready to face the Black Beauties of the Kranji race track in just a month.

I sincerely hope you will be willing to let go of your steed and get it down to Kranji as soon as possible - unless you find it utterly irresistible. Alternatively I may consider the purchase of this steed for a respectable price.

Sincerely,

Saimee Jumaat
Jockey

The world is a shade of gray.

2005-09-04T22:02:00.000+08:00

Why do I say so?

I thought I wronged him man.

The bastard.

Wow.

2005-09-02T19:34:00.000+08:00

Wow.

Problems the college faces

2005-08-26T23:00:00.000+08:00

I read Leonard's blog and decided to reiterate on one point.

Aunties cleaning the Gents.

Are we having such a severe labour shortage that we can't even employ male cleaners to help make the Gents respectable? The poor auntie also got her pride can. Poor lady. It's downright wretched to ask her to clean the Gents - almost tantamount to washing our undergarments.

We where got labour shortage. Some staff also walk around in uniforms or not with a walkie-talkie that is so muffled I can barely hear a sound, and look around at the grass to check for bombs.

Good job man. Got part-time accepted anot?

I think the main thing we need to do now is to get a male cleaner to clean the toilets man.

You don't see uncles in the Ladies, do you?

So obviously, the reverse should not happen.

And the summary for today is...

2005-08-22T20:49:00.000+08:00

Girls on high can make everyone higher than usual.

Hsien cainese not very good.

2005-08-21T21:53:00.000+08:00

Hor?

Don't think so ah. Methinks his cainese like some pronunciation problem.

The National Day Rally address was not bad but well, the part where he conversed in Mandarin certainly left me confused.

But he again demonstrated his ability in speech for the English part, that is.

Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant - that's all I can describe it.

The rest can be found on happenchance.

Friggin' Koreans

2005-08-16T22:54:00.000+08:00

Sickening bastards, these Koreans. Don't they ever get hypertension from watching their own shows??!

1. They eat kimchi, for goodness' sake.
2. They make sob shows like Winter Sonata and Summer Scent some compulsory thing in Korean TV, and every one of them makes my blood boil because there's some pathetic female lead who is always friggin' bullied by the others in her life.

They don't get hypertension meh. So pro.

I watched half an episode of this Korean show on Channel U (the name I still don't know of), and I almost vomitted blood. How can someone be bullied until like that. Cannot be one lah.

Exaggerating? I tell you ah, if you've got a conscience you'll ask every single person in the cast to assemble in front of your house and ask them to slap themselves. Cannot slap them myself lah, they too dirty liao.

Methinks Koreans don't know anything else other than broken love man.

And let's kill jealous bitches who lock their poor love rivals in the storeroom.

Ranting II

2005-08-14T21:59:00.000+08:00

Siao man. I dunno why after almost two years, I'm still doing silly things like reading my former crush's blog. And I don't understand why I still have this sickening feeling in my head and my heart still beats a little faster than normal when I think of her...

Yah, I know, this is turning out into a totally teenage blog. Hey, I'm only 18, plus I'm a nerd, and a schizo one, so you should excuse me ok.

So she broke up with him. I'd lived through the period when she totally ignored my messages, ignored me on MSN, ignored my existence, and almost made me feel like I was nothing on this Earth. And after one year plus, I still can forgive her and SMS her and console her.

Hmmm.

Awful. I am the fickle-st guy you will ever meet.

I always remind myself of that heartbreaking period of time when she was hanging out with him when I even dare to THINK of the remotest possibility that her and I might even be together.

What do I know about her anyway? I know she is a nice girl and she's quite pretty but nothing else. Okay, so that's wake up call no.2.

But everyone knows that wake-up calls do nothing to soothe the broken heart.

Yet the thing is deep down, I still want to be friends with her no matter what - but this feeling that I'm having is proving to be a major barrier in doing so.

The last time I talked to her I stuttered something unintelligible and she just blinked and turned away.

I'm bad at this.

I need to keep myself focused, right. Like prelims only one month away and A-Levels dunno when.

Yeah, I know. That's why I'm stopping now.

The rest of this entry can be found in my dream.

Confused mind lah

2005-08-10T21:48:00.000+08:00

What the fuck man.

What, it's entirely atypical of me to type the four-letter word is it? Then close the bloody window lah.

I'm damn confused by my family cos they like to build up my hopes and then destroy them. Very interesting hor.

Sibeh sian (Or I got a wireless mouse)

2005-08-09T15:22:00.000+08:00

Boring day(s). Including yesterday, of course.

My day picked up a little when my dad got something back from the HP shop.

A Microsoft Wireless Optical Mouse. Super cool, really. It operates on a single AA battery and has a life of almost 100 hours ++. Now I've got another reason to use the com, man.

Oh. But it's been boring. Seriously.

Plus Wong Kan Seng putting up a speech that even Goh Chok Tong would recommend him seeing a psychiatrist for, in the National Day address on TV.

So, judging from his speech (which I didn't even finish listening to - filled myself in on the rest by reading The Straits Times heh), I learnt several things.

His cainese not very good.
He looks damn tired. Man, they overwork the gahmen people.
If you're a cameraman, DON'T ZOOM IN on tired gahmen officials.
You need a good surname to give a good speech. e.g. Lee.
There was a simultaneous broadcast of a funny Jap show on Channel U. Great stuff.

I'm dyyyying to be entertained. Where do you guys get the fun from??!

Celebration@Tampines

2005-08-08T20:41:00.000+08:00

Okay lah, I must post here 'cos I must recount this in the less-than-powderful Engrish.

Incredible hor? This place is Tampines leh. Reminds me more of Sentosa though. Oh, by the way, nice sandcastle.

You guys are lucky you can only SEE the sandcastle and not smell it in all its glory - something that smelt like a putrid mixture between manure and guano.

That didn't deter these guys from going there, though.

We were there to support Yumin actually. She was one of the soloists for the song competition organised by the Northeast CDC.

But first, we had to welcome our distinguished guests of honour (who were later made to sit on the mat just like us, poor thing.)

First up was Mr Zainul Abidin Rasheed with a classic "hands-up" expression. Incredible. My mayor leh.

Then came ex-Minister of Education, current Minister of Defence and well-guarded politician, Mr Teo Chee Hean. Hell, I'd never have thought that we'd have any more association with him after this.

We ran towards the front rows to sit down to have a better view of the performance - and realised we were sitting right behind him.

And midway through the performance Mr Teo passed us a small silvery package that shone in the night.

Who says gahmen only give peanuts? Now also got give potato chips leh.

And next up was Yumin herself with her song.

She has a unique voice - not exactly the powerful kind, but definitely nice to listen to.

Sorry, it's not exactly the clearest photo I've taken. Apologies to the star.

We cheered and cheered as she left the stage.

Amazing stuff. But what was more amazing was that Mr Teo decided to pass us something else.

A banana. Super hor? Minister's banana some more. Heh heh heh.

We went backstage afterwards to take some photos with the star.

From left: a tree, Ling Yi, Yumin, Chiki and Ryan.

Even though she didn't win, every one of us thought she did a good job. Hey, keep it up!

We ended our day at McDonalds'. Quite cool huh.

Aside: Mac got curly fries one meh.

Tired like shit

2005-08-08T13:23:00.000+08:00

Yeah, bloody tired. For some reason I feel super fatigued man.

Sickening.

National Day. Two-and-a-half day holiday and I'm slacking at home.

I don't know what to do.

Simply amazing. Everyone's playing LAN and here I am blogging away.

People say bloggers are nerds and while I initially asked them politely to go to hell, now I politely smile and agree with them.

And for some reason something is stuck in my head. If there's something called an earworm, I think there's something called a brainworm too.

What the hell man.

2005-08-04T20:36:00.000+08:00

What kind of nonsense is this!?

Happenchance only has 15 hits a day. I heard even that it follows a Poisson distribution of number of hits. Bloody hell.

Compared to these bloody bloggers:

Sarong Party Girl: 12,000 hits daily.
Kenny Sia: 6,000 hits daily
Xiaxue: 6,000 hits daily
Brown: 4,500 hits daily
Miyagi: 3,000 hits daily

THINK ABOUT THEM!! I got what, 0.5% or less of their daily hits? How in the world do these people get so famous?

Maybe my English not that good lah. I understand. But I think SPG has more spasms of bad grammar than me leh. Dunno how come she can become so famous. I think it's the melons lah. Makes a big difference anywhere you go. Especially if you show them.

Okay, but that doesn't explain Xiaxue (Kenny did bare his breasts so I can't retort) and why she gets such a high number of hits.

Oh, I get it. Whatever the bad criticism about her is, she is still cute. Right?

I just totally look like some idiotic tree standing beside a pretty flower. Darn, I'm beginning to suspect whether I really have a crush on Wendy.

Okay, Brown is the ah-kong of blogging in Singapore so cannot be anything bad about him lor. Hah.

Miyagi is a great guy. After seeing him on Bloggers.SG I'm convinced that he is what he blogs. A real person inside and out. Fantastic.

So the conclusion of why I only have a pathetic 0.5% of what they have for number of hits is:

1) I don't have nice breasts and I don't reveal them.
2) I don't have any controversy stemmin' from me and I'm not cute.
3) I'm not old enough to be considered a blogging ah-kong.
4) I'm not real inside and out?! What the hell am I? Split personality? I got five blogs means I'm schizophrenic meh.

Fine lor, say what you want. You're definitely going to say "Fame doesn't matter lah brudder."

My ass. Like what Blinkymummy once said, "Those who say fame isn't important is lying."

Fame is important. Not MOST important, but at least it gives me some form of assurance that I am doing the right thing for once.

The Ranting Continues Here

2005-08-04T20:10:00.000+08:00

To all readers of my blog: You arrived here probably because of my referral to this site. Since it is so, you can consider this blog more about myself than anything else. Whilst this site showed you the frivolous matters that I like to think about, THIS site is helluva different. No restrictions whatsoever. I say what I want here. SO! It is entirely up to you whether to stay or go - this is Windows after all, just press X (apologies to Mac users).

Understand?!?