guess someone was right. i really do jump to comclusions. and they really do kill me.


a teacher is a person who's job and virtue is to teach that respect can never be gotten by force, or in a day. ironically, that's the only way teachers gain their respect.

i cant believe there's male chauvanists out there. as in, somewhat professionally. think its menarebetterwomen.com. his name is dick tho -.- not being judgemental, but.

anyways, aside from these weird stuff, till today there're many things that somehow i still do not understand the very basis of it. either that, or i understand how or why it came from and exists, but i dont know which nonsensical joker would agree to it.

one would be women rights groups or whatever shitnames they call themselves. why the hell does this even exist?

do women need so much protection? probably yes, in india or some rural places where women are killed or totured mindlessly because of idiot who rather believe in nonexistant things than the flesh and blood in front of them. but most women rights group or whatever, exist not in these places where they are needed the most. these grps actually want money, dont they. but i guess, money makes the world go around, so it covers their evilplotting backside for that point. but why do such people exist? yes, indeed, there are men who illtreat women. point taken and agreed with much consent. how about, women who illtreat men? holy shit, yes as well. so, why dont i hear of men's rights grp or something? do women really deserve better treatment or protection? i mean, if its criminal or civil misdoings, of which BOTH sexes have an EQUAL chance of committing, the law is there for a reason. in that case, do the female rights groups imply that the law isnt protecting them enough? are they trying to say that the law actually protects the men more? in that case, they're saying that the law isn't fair? hold on. the law IS NEVER fair. but what the law does is not to be fair and equal, but to protect and uphold whatever that's done wrong. in that case, do the female rights groups mean that the law isnt protecting them enough? we're back to the start- do they really need more protection? also, if the law doesnt protect them enough, then the law should be revised. the fault is with the law, so dont bring equality and sexist bullshit up. cos in that case, since laws on females and males are the same, then it bloody well isnt protecting BOTH sexes enough! so, square one, why the hell the existence for female rights groups?

what right do they have to ask for rights?


yay. all that jazz that took my mind off conb for a moment. please, all those who took offence on this mere ranting. i love girls, so, dont worry. i'm not chauvanist or gay or sexist or whatever. haha. i just dont like the idea of people creating something special, blowing things up, making a big hoohaa and nitpicking at little little details in order to make stand on their nonsensical idealogies just for the sake of pleasuring their weird desires.

anyways, i totally cant focus, grrh. lets try again. oh well, a few more days, a few more days.


song at >>> corner is coped from cs's blog. its fishing nice imo. now, damn. all i have to find is a way to dl it.

i cant believe there are people out there who still read the same train of thoughts as me. i thought the world has becomed such a dumb and immature place that only fake people exist. and by golly. these people were the ones who make my day everyday a few years ago before i died. i love them.


微微笑的看你 越是認真就越讓人心疼
wei wei xiao de kan ni, yue shi ren zhen jiu yue rang ren xin teng

街頭那盞路燈彷彿在笑我愚笨
jie tou na zhan lu deng fang fu zai xiao wo yu ben

Sung by 小傑 Xiao-jie:
沒什麼能做 但我比誰都真誠
mei shen me neng zuo, dan wo bi shui dou zhen cheng

泡一杯苦茶 陪伴你到夜深
pao yi bei ku cha, pei ban ni dao ye shen

Sung by 小煜 Xiao-yu:
你知不知道你總有一種很可愛的獨特
ni zhi bu zhi dao, ni zong you yi zhong hen ke ai de du te

讓我充滿勇氣抵抗冬天的寒冷
rang wo chong man yong qi di dang dong tian de han leng

怎樣做才會完美 像個男人
zen yang zuo cai hui wan mei, xiang ge nan ren?

喝一杯苦茶溫暖你的體溫
he yi bei ku cha wen nuan ni de ti wen

Sung by Hei Se Hui Mei Mei:

*chorus*

不用等你開口先說我愛你
bu yong deng ni kai kou xian shuo wo ai ni

在那之前想對你說我願意
zai na zhi qian xiang dui ni shuo wo yuan yi

你不必問 你也不必等
ni bu bi wen, ni ye bu bi deng

這一刻 就值得愛到永恆
zhe yi ke, jiu zhi de ai dao yong heng

我該如何讓你明白我愛你
wo gai ru he rang ni ming bai wo ai ni?

在那之後你點頭說我願意
zai na zhi hou ni dian tou shuo wo yuan yi

想照顧你 想守護著你
xiang zhao gu ni, xiang shou hu zhe ni

這一刻 就想把你抱緊
zhe yi ke, jiu xiang ba ni bao jin

Sung by Hei Se Hui Mei Mei:
你知不知道你也有一種很可愛的天真
ni zhi bu zhi dao ni ye you yi zhong hen ke ai de tian zhen

大男孩的口吻魅力加到一百分
da nan hai de kou wen, mei li jia dao yi bai fen

Sung by Lollipop:
怎樣做才會完美 像個男人
zen yang zuo cai hui wan mei, xiang ge nan ren?

喝一杯苦茶溫暖你的體溫
he yi bei ku cha wen nuan ni de ti wen

Sung by Hei Se Hui Mei Mei:

*chorus*

不用等你開口先說我愛你
bu yong deng ni kai kou xian shuo wo ai ni

在那之前想對你說我願意
zai na zhi qian xiang dui ni shuo wo yuan yi

你不必問 你也不必等
ni bu bi wen, ni ye bu bi deng

這一刻 就值得愛到永恆
zhe yi ke, jiu zhi de ai dao yong heng

我該如何讓你明白我愛你
wo gai ru he rang ni ming bai wo ai ni?

在那之後你點頭說我願意
zai na zhi hou ni dian tou shuo wo yuan yi

想照顧你 想守護著你
xiang zhao gu ni, xiang shou hu zhe ni

這一刻 就想把你抱緊
zhe yi ke, jiu xiang ba ni bao jin

-bridge-

雖然永遠 太不可能少了你的完整
sui ran yong yuan tai bu ke neng, shao le ni de wan zheng

兩個對的人奇蹟就能發生
liang ge dui de ren qi ji jiu hui fa sheng~

*chorus*

不用等你開口先說我愛你
bu yong deng ni kai kou xian shuo wo ai ni

在那之前想對你說我願意
zai na zhi qian xiang dui ni shuo wo yuan yi

你不必問 你也不必等
ni bu bi wen, ni ye bu bi deng

這一刻 就值得愛到永恆
zhe yi ke, jiu zhi de ai dao yong heng

我該如何讓你明白我愛你
wo gai ru he rang ni ming bai wo ai ni?

在那之後你點頭說我願意
zai na zhi hou ni dian tou shuo wo yuan yi

想照顧你 想守護著你
xiang zhao gu ni, xiang shou hu zhe ni

這一刻 就想把你抱緊
zhe yi ke, jiu xiang ba ni bao jin

這一刻... 就想把你抱緊
zhe yi ke, jiu xiang ba ni bao jin


welcome. its my 200th post. hurrays and yadawadever.

my main and only point today.

i totally love guigui.


omigoshhhhh.


woah. i never knew my prev post sounded soo.. off until you told me. hummm.

this shall be a list post! listlistlist. obviously, the list is to kill boredom, of which i shall list boredom as the top in the things that i want to get rid of the most. okay, fats, stupidity and laziness follows up pretty close as well.

so let me see.

hm. why the hell are my headphones on my head. i'm not playing at music at the moment :/
*takes off*

so, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

*wan, euu liike eh dreamx cum true`*
okay lah, not.

hmmm.

what i wanna buy at teh momentzxzxzxz.
1! i still cant forget the black-pink checkered vans i saw. its OFFICIALLY the best shoe ever. till date, i cant find any other nicer ones. oh well, i need better luck finding. then again, maybe my foot should have just been bigger. then again, maybe they just need better designers.
2! a silver necklace, with a gem-studded ring around it. finding in progress, not much results though.
3! a white-rimmed aviators. simple, dah. hm, dunno can get degree ornot eh.
4! goddamnedphone. there's no good phone in the market, at all.
5! shirts! i have this sudden craze with shirts. i love them. hahaha. still wanna buy those cooling types, those fancy kind, etc. so if see me a week in row in shirts, dont think i'm crazy.
6! slut's oscar balloon. giving up finding alr, soon.
7! long hair. hm, can it be bought? damnnnn. guess a colour too. wait, a DECENTLY NICE hair colour!

i love brown sugar macchiato. wangzi,ouquan,guigui,daya,yatou :) :) :)
fated to love you should be ending soon. i stopped myself (with an infinite amount of persistance and lies to myself) at epi20. gonna finish up the last few in a row when everything's out. HOHOHO!
TKA. remember i stopped? hah. i continued again. at 12 now. but, rested again. heyheyhey, i'm in love with someonewhoisamale in the show. hohoho. i'm guilty of coping his pics :x
i needa start on jap again or else i wont remember a single jap when i start again. thats badddd.

swear the songs on mtv is getting worse and worse. i really dont know whats happening to them.


ehh, i forgot what i wanted to do. no, it isnt studying. hmm. what was that...


its 3am in the morning. and the emo bug creeps in. thinking bout everything i can think of that has happened in my life, recently, or those long lost majors.

playing on shuffle my ipod.
band songs. lovely. those times where every beat counted.
wait for you. reminds me of last year. how everything's changed. i think of east coast, the wind, the roads on the park.
then it was obviously. secondary school days. when this song played on my handphone. bus journeys. my thoughts were filled then. at least more than now. in my school uniform.
amazed. how things fly by. age and time.
Inside your heaven. jais, band people came to mind. biny, clique. everybody. days filled with schedules and activities.
100 years. 15yrs old is never too late. youth. i'm 18 already. guess i'm old. still remember hearing this song when i was soo much closer to 15. gosh.
listen to your heart. the time where i was lost and really did not know what was right. i was sad, afraid. somehow. alone. when i lied to myself that this world was a nice place. to tell good bye. and whether the fight was actually worthwhile.
true colours. the craze. in sec sch. the love we had. i thought her voice was angelic. i thought the words had meaning. i thought it was life. i now realise it isnt quite. hah. foolish.
dont matter. the crazy over this song. those times when i actually spent effort thinking if there was meaning in the lyrics. amazing.
face down. you know who you are.


i feel lost now as i have felt many times. however, this time i do know how lost i am. i'm able to gauge and know its limit. although i still cant find the way out, but. at least. i know more. its growing. its teaching. i hope it ends.
somehow, i feel that i wont love again. i dont see how love will ever happen again. i mean, i will almost never have that sort of feeling, the sort, where by. i'd do anything. cos simply, i want to. i can get with people and stuff. but, how do i ever replicate that golden moment. its like an infinite code. i wonder, and the only way i'll ever find out is to keep failing and maybe try once. but i doubt. i know its the only way, but i also know its something i will never do.

because of you
i never strayed too far from the sidewalk, i learn how to play on the safe side so i wont get hurt, i try my hardest just to forget everything, i dont know how to let anyone else in, i'm ashame of my life because its empty, i'm afraid, i find it hard to trust not only me but everyone around me;

who am i.


let me make this clear first before anything. i still hate those noisy china-eans on the train talking on their phones as if Singapore has the worst reception ever. Might be true, but. If we dont shout on the phones in our country, dont you bloody hell dare. but then again, hear those china stadiums and halls. bloody hell, if more of them come over, we'll really die of noise pollution before they bring the millions of other pollutions from their country over. guess it a nation tradition of some sort in their country. oh well, they call it heritage, dont they.

Now, on to topic.

Yes, it is true. I did feel that those Singapore-imported athletes, mainly from China in the table tennis arena, are in a flat and crude manner, a disgrace and unworthy even if they did anything distinguishable. Yes, I felt that their attitudes sucked and what’s worse, their faith in their home country, where they felt they belonged. I was pretty much pissed at it. Okay fine, VERY very pissed if it makes you happier. How one has been entrusted with the entire nation’s pride and awards the country back by helping the in-charges maintain the high cleanliness level of the Olympic hall. How the bloodline will always remain as a stigma no matter what. And the list goes on, I can assure you of that. But hey, I wouldn’t write this much if all i wanted was to rant about something i’ve been at since 48 years ago. And no, i’m still 17. But i’ve come to think of it, perhaps putting the nationality aside. Putting what we always thought was more important, what they could never change and have already accepted. Probably they did come Singapore at first for other unknown reasons, but, in our lives, doesn’t that happen one time too many? I mean, do you really get your head into the project or competition just to win, or is it for the monetary, fame or the many miscellaneous benefits that only you know? Even so, i’m sure you’d give your best. It is the same. After taking a step back from firing hot-headedly (and still in an attempt to be a nice guy. Yes i’m trying), probably this avenue of thought might actually hold more truth than the other. In the end, they might really be trying to win the competition to their very best. So, as part of the country they are fighting for, why not cheer them on and save on our ego-inflated comments and criticism that neither can they fight back nor ignore. So, for once, after 48 years (no, i’m still 17), i guess we should actually keep out sharp tongues shaved, since none of us can actually do perform the feat they have accomplished.

Secondly, out to Singapore. I declare it impossible to ever have a home grown Singaporean standing on the medal table. Unless we have our own Phelps in our own very way, who’s body is physically blessed by god, it might still be an eternal wait as even the man from Atlantis started training at a incredibly young age. Yes, that’s what i’m driving at. Age. The main factor that creates athletes and structures their bodies and lives. This is an ever standing barrier that will bar any Singaporean from ever being a success. Athletes of medals started their first stroke, their first swoosh and shot at tender ages that you would only need a single hand to count with. The later ones would probably start at 8,9 years old. At such ages, the children pick things up quickly, and learn the essentials more easily than their teenage counterparts. But wait. What was i doing at 8years old, if i were to close one eye and deem that athletes start their work , as a kiddo? Was it not what they called... childhood? Oh, THAT rings a bell. Childhood. Singaporean. Ah, now i remember. I was studying.

Books, not shuttlecocks. Pencils, not ping pong bats. The exam hall, not the swimming complex. A mistake meant 1 mark lost, not point. It was primary school. Compulsory is the only word to describe it. So, simply, how? How are we ever be able to excel in a sport while having a textbook in hand? How are we going to sit for tests on vowels and multiplications if we are to focus on the stroke of our bats? It is not going to work. Even with a body made for the sport, studying will not help you swim. That’s the bottom line.

Oh well. Feeling gone. Dunno what else to say alr.

byebye.


you dont know how much i wanna say. or how much i miss some people. or how much i want to do.

sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. you'll be shocked.


tralalala. i just felt like blogging. somehow, just felt like it. emotionally spurred i guess.

let me see what can i ever type out. hmmm. oh yeah. i'm bored. hate om. fw is lingering somewhere at the back of my mind. and the tab spore dreaming is infront of me. yes, i gd damn needa watch that show for my gems. bah.

i just finished a huge pack of popcorns today. $5.80. huge huge bag. gah. *pinches fats* ><

there's timing for everything. somehow, even though i know its wrong or to say the very least, unfair to think like this, and definitely unbeneficial for me, but but but. i still believe that everything is there or happens for a reason. someone up there is doing something we cant decide or insist. i mean, there's this way of putting it. i guess, too many shit have happened to me. and as well, during the same life span, wonderful things have happened too. but my point is, all these great things have never been planned or anticipated.

as a result, i always deem that things will only go well if i dont expect from it. so, i guess, its not that i dont want to. its that i dont want to make it fail.

oh well, excuses, aint it? wonder.

i'm just blabbering. suddenly wanna wakeboard.


guess i just wanna excel at something. anything. but god just doesnt allow i guess. short basketballer. lazy runner. adrenaline-seeking book lover. a happy-go-lucky who can cry at will.

plain ironic. confused, or toyed with by god. depends on how you see it.


haiya. bored lah. 9am ppr tmr. better get some bloody sleep else i'll be late. or so my mum says. hm. ciao.


i have to urge to blog. pretty many things have been happening by. but idk, blame it on my stm. oh well, god have me stm for a reason. but shit, why cant i forget things i wanna never remember?

Om test is flooding my mind. partly idk how big is it. i mean, if u dont know if its big ornot, you would be worried that it could be big. the probabilty is frightening. hm. then again, om. breagth.

suddenly, i swear byebye-mariahcarey has hooked me up for a sec. and that aside, her vid is damn sweet. i mean, her lah. she's damn sweet in the vid. ahh, visual satisfaction :)

since i dont think i want an iphone anymore, i decided to look up a few other stuffs. Xperia caught my eye. ultimately, i really want it. but its a damn long wait more. if i were to wait till then, i guess my itchy self would jump at the iphone before its out. grrh. WHY THE FISH CANT YOU RELEASE IT EARLIERRRR?!!!

no choice, guess i'll go with F700. cheapo, but. its the only QWERTY and touch phone out thr.


you loved me and obviously,
there's so much more left to say
if you were with me today face to face

i wish i could talk to you for awhile,
miss you but i try not to cry.


what else is there? hm. fw on tues. gems on wed. bleh, wth man. just when i thought mmr was over and a break was all mine to live for. oh well. shit happens, eh?

miss quite alot of people.
i dont know how to start talking to some people. person, whatever.
for one of the few times in my life, i really canNOT predict whats gonna happen down this road. usually, its quite obvious. this? its spankingnew.
quite thankful to some person for really showing me what an ass i am, sometimes. how one can really, idk, quoted from the drama, liar game, stupidly honest.

so how's my life? its an upside down bowl of nuts and chew tossed around with gum and stew. damn. nonsensical rhyming.

okay fine. its a mess.

but what's interesting is that as i live my life, i notice how things go by, and i understand why they happen. its all interesting when things link up, somehow, magically.

sigh. dont know. ahhhhhhhhh. inject life, puh-lease.

now the hardest thing to say is bye bye.


lappie's back. gd darn empty.

there's no microsoft office. no photoshop. no macromedia stuffs. no, okay not no, but rather, all the antiviruses are like, weird to setup.

what else? gah. damnit. so, what i'm saying is, whoever who has whatever, come send me please :D:D:D and and. my songs were lost too. most of it. so if you're feeling nice, please do me this great big favour :D

twanks.


oh i decided to say something. if i ever die and there's a funeral, i'd really like to have everyone i ever knew to come and meet up. somehow. just a random thought. and no, you aint that lucky. i'm not dying.


somehow, watching the documentary about beijing olympics is really.. argh. looking at all the preperations, the people at work, the jobs, and the atheletes. somehow, it puts makes it seem as if my life now is already so easy, and yet. i'm stressing the freak out. its mmr, only. somehow, i do know that its actually a simple 60page report. yes, long, but in fact, it isnt really trickly or complicated. however, it is already blowing me over. and guess what. looking at those beijing people, i'm going crazy.

then my com crashed. i'm still very frustrated and desperate about it. my data is gone. and at such a time. i have to make a special trip to some alexandra technopark which is out of the way to fix it. argh.

and mmr. i dont know what to say. its only 1 more week. is anything else more important.

fucking stressed lah shit.


naruto 68-69 is surprisingly bloody nice. cant wait for 70 to be out. grrh. hate the wait.

oh, my laptop has failed. at such a timing. mmr report is like due next week. argh. guess i'll have to borrow my mum's lappie this week.

and all my song's slash pics slash entertainment stuffs are all gone. walaooooo.

finished proposal daisasuken sp yty. not bad lah, very nice but i was hoping for something else. but even so, it really did turn out well. wonderful scripting. story was nice.

talk about scripts. hahaha. i really cant wait for our dma to be done. i think i love our this proj man. the shots were nice, the editing is wonderful. and our idea was definitely good in the first place. somehow, its not about the marks now. its more or less about the satisfaction aspect, whether we get what we like and enjoy the work.


so for now, toodles.