I really shouldn't be here.


Confounded tales of sleep. How did it end up like this?
Curse you, Mr Sandman.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr



How? We don't have choices, only options.


Guess its back to Huck + Sid (d)

I just had to post this:



Life isn't so bad with XKCD :)

One day late, hehheh

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KS!






wheeeeeeeeeee :)


last post, fer' real.

Today:
The Magic Sponge! Fake 'burns! ExcusesExcuses! Ponstars! Hints!

Anyway,
Adieu.






for now at least :)

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland


Love this song

Speaking of waste, there goes an entire afternoon.
When I grow up, I wanna be a pirate...wait. I already am.

"A torrent of rain came upon my entire self as I walked to school today,
soaking me to the skin, and also turning my books into a soggy mess. Hence
I cannot hand up my homework. Honest."

Haha ahwell I love you tomorrow lah.

Complexity reigns supreme,
Begone, O ye of little happiness.

The life I'll never have, The life I want, is The life I don't need.
Try in vain to do something about nothing, and see it all vanish in the mist.

I want ittoall
Go away.

I had an epiphany of sorts today, well maybe not an epiphany, more like a realisation... but first, a story:

Sep 6, 2008, 15:47:23 SGT
- 1 pair of F1 3-day walkabout tickets put up on ebay for sale. Starting price: S$300

Sep 7 - 12, 2008
- Bid increases an average of S$30 each day. Excitement over the prospect of easy cash
increases as the bid does.

Sep 13, 2008, 15:47:23 SGT
- Tickets sold successfully over ebay for the final sum of S$512.50. Winning bid is placed just
3 minutes before the bid ends.

Sep 13, 2008, 17:56 SGT
- Agreement to meet with buyer at Clementi MRT station at 7pm takes place via email.
Turns out the buyer is a "huge German guy with a goatee" (in his words)

Sep 13, 2008, 18:54 SGT
- Arrive at Clementi MRT station.

Sep 13, 2008, 18:55 - 19:00 SGT
- Wait for German guy to appear (lets call him Bernard, sounds better than "German guy")

Sep 13, 2008, 19:01 SGT
- Bernard is a no-show

Sep 13, 2008, 19:02 SGT
- Bernard is a no-show

Sep 13, 2008, 19:03 SGT
- Bernard is a no-show

Sep 13, 2008, 19:04 SGT
- Bernard is a no-show

Sep 13, 2008, 19:05 SGT
- Bernard is a no-show (Starting to get a teensy bit worried)

Sep 13, 2008, 19:06 SGT
- Spot huge White guy with a goatee coming down the escalator. He's wearing a
blue shirt with the words "same same" on it.

Sep 13, 2008, 19:07 - 19:13 SGT (around then)
- Transaction complete. I walk away from that station $500 richer and hoping I don't get
robbed, Bernard walks away with a pair of F1 tickets. Everyone's happy :)

And so goes the tale of how I got enough money to buy a new ipod...ebay is seriously cool, free cash hehheh at no cost. But I digress, back to the realisation.

When I saw bernard coming down the escalator (see bolded timestamp above), I looked in his direction and caught his eye. At that exact moment and in the few seconds following that, there was an unspoken message that passed between us which said "Hey, i'm the guy you're waiting for." Neither of us had seen each other before in our lives (him even more so cause I didn't describe myself to him but just left him my handphone number, at least I had a description) but in that exact moment we locked gazes we just knew. Needless to say we shook hands, introduced ourselves, I passed him the tickets, he passed me the cash (yippie!) and that was that.

The important thing was in that 3 secs when we locked eyes and the message passed "I'm your man". Love is like that, I think. (well, in my case maybe not the "i'm your man" part. You get the idea) Anyway, when you meet the person you end up falling in love with, I think that eye lock/unspoken message thing happens. You just know, y'know. But, just like the ebay transaction, nothings gonna happen if you don't go up and introduce yourself. And maybe, if you're lucky, you end up walking away richer from the encounter. Not in the monetary sense, but richer because you've just met someone who will enrich your life.

Ah, I wonder if I'm actually making any sense here at all...its hard to express inner realisations. This encounter just brings to mind songs like When you say Nothing at all, More than Words...now I have a deeper understanding of the lyrics and stuff. (Wow, this post is quite a departure from previous posts. hehheh)

Oh, and I should probably mention that I had a second realisation today. I shan't share this one however...it has the (possible) destructive power of an atomic supercollider gone wrong (okay, not really lah I'm exaggerating) but still, cannot share, sorry.

Till next time,



Make a bid for love today

Hey, you.

Hm? Me?

Yeah, you. It's time to be who you really are.

Who the hell are you?

Me? I think you know me really well. Or rather I know you really well. You could say that I know you better than you know yourself.

Oh no.

Oh yes. I'm back. And just when you thought you'd finally gotten rid of me too.

You...what do you want this time?

I want you to wake up. I want you to smell the roses. And get pricked by the thorns.

I really don't need this. Not right now. Go away!

No way, this time I'm staying until you get what I'm trying to tell you -

No! I don't need you anymore! I have a great life just goawayandleavemealone!

Uh-uh buddy. No way am I leaving just yet. Now sit down, shut up and listen to what I have to say.

No! Leave now and -

You're wrong about your having a great life you know. You're always upset, always lonely, you don't trust anyone...can you even remember the last time you were truly happy?

I...my friends make me happy

Right. Friends. Since we're on that subject, let me say this: You don't really have any friends.

Nonsense, I have lots of friends...

To be more precise, you think you have alot of friends but all you have are alot of acquantainces. the fact is, you've never been close to anyone. You try, I know. But that doesn't change the fact that you're a loner by nature. You work best when you're alone. You enjoy being alone.

...

You try and you try; everyday you try to get closer to others, in the vain hope that maybe, just maybe, they'll care about who you are, the things you like, your struggles, your hopes, your fears, your joys, your life. But you see, at the end of the day, to them you'll just always be that nice guy, "that guy in my class", the guy you can rely on to do something...never anything more.

That's not true...

Oh yes it is, you're just in denial. You know as well as I do that no one ever tells you anything and no one ever listens to you. No one really takes you seriously. You're not close to anyone; you don't have anyone you can tell everything to...or rather you don't have anyone you can share things with. Yes, perhaps they are certain individuals whom you can tell everything, but we both know that they'll never tell you everything. With you it's usually a one-way street. And even then that street always seems to be blocked, doesn't it, like there are invisible barriers situated along the way. You don't want to say too much to anyone either, because you feel like you're imposing on them, like you're pushing too hard. There will always be this intangible wall between you and everyone else.

You're right...

Of course I am, you'll never be close to anyone so I think its time to remove the mask you wear. Oh yes, the mask of niceness; the mask you have so quaintly created for yourself, the mask you put on each day before you leave the house...its time to take it off, because you really don't need it. It's worthless. The current you is just so insignificant. But what you were, what you can be again...well, lets just say that people wouldn't dare to ignore you.

I...yes, perhaps you're right but - No! I'm not going to listen to you any longer. I will not. I cannot.

Oh yes you can. Why, afraid of the truth? Back to my point, its time the real you came back. Life was more fun, wasn't it? Back then when you didn't yet have the mask. Hadn't yet created that facade for society. Now that you don't need it anymore, you can discard it. Who needs friends? Not you. You can take care of yourself, you don't need anyone else. You can achieve far greater without the burden of friendships and loyalties weighing you down.

I...I don't know. I don't know who I am anymore.

Oh you will.

Its time to be who you were meant to be.



me.

Confessions of a first world ___________:

- Poet

I shall add alliteration here
To display my witty writing skill set.
A dash of vivid visual imagery there:
My pen moves as a rippling brook flows
Over smooth brown pebbles
Located in a lush green woodland
Which is about to become your new furniture set.

Don't you know,
Enjambment gives your verse
A sense of depth and meaning as
Your words flow in and
Out of lines you don't give a damn about.

Like a Sun rising from the West,
My subtle similes will illuminate your understanding.
Punctuation.
Provides.
Punch.
I always forget what thats called.
Et tu Brute? Something like that.
Referencing Shakespeare gives the impression
Of well-readness.
I'll reference Ibsen next.

Ooh look!
The lack of consistent rhythm or rhyme
Reflects the poet's disordered mind.
Perhaps in Time
We will find
Some kind
Of Moral hidden within.

Global warming's real, don't be such a stoic.
Help with reforestation efforts; Be heroic!



Heh.

I have 2 sets of F1 walkabout 3-day passes.
Figures the race is during EOYs :(

Hence this:
http://cgi.ebay.com.sg/Singapore-F1-GP-Race-3-day-Walkabout-tickets-2-sets_W0QQitemZ110286903911QQihZ001QQcategoryZ16122QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

If you wanna buy without having to bid, you can contact me privately. Make me you best offer! :)

I keep getting distracted.

By the ambient sounds which surround me;
By the books on the Shelf.
By the CDs in the discman.

Like now.

I should really be getting on with my overdue history essay...
I need to start singing a tune of work and mugging...Life has been so flat lately.

On another note,
I managed to finish my Economics IA (ohyeahhh)
and
I'm in love again...

...with my new headphones, that is :)