Why

You stupid jackass.

Follow the damn rules!

The rules that YOU set a long time ago!

Well enough of that

Great

Well isn't this just perfect?

Mann... the day
started out bad enough,
but I didn't know it was gonna
turn out THIS bad!

Sheesh.

First it was the thing
with the shoes in the mornin'...
damn shoes.

And then that
genius "teacher"
postponed the test...

And now, just when
I'm about to leave to meet
Rag and her (highly probable)
insane best friend (in a good way)(no, really)...
it just HAD to happen.

Ah yes...
it's bad enough
that it was raining
and I was late...

Then again, I'm always late.
What the hell is wrong with me...

But yeah.
The cherry on the pie.
The icing on the cake.
The butter on the hotcakes.

How I wish my life were different
right now...

Damn.

Sigh.

Well enough of that

The Professional

Almost 2am
on a Tuesday mornin'.

There's gonna
be a test later this morning
and tomorrow.

Aaand instead of studying...
I've been doing pretty much everything else.

Watched "The Professional"
last night.
The coolest movie ever.
EVER.

The first movie
that almost made me cry.
Yes... yes... macho men DO cry.

Now if you don't shut up,
I will be forced to kick your ass.

They cut a few important
scenes but it was still good.
In fact, once
I have enough money,
I'm getting the dvd.



Anyway, I had
a sort of epiphany.

I see gals. I get attracted to them.
I ask them out.
Then I regret doing that (even if I do like the girl).

I'd been wondering why for quite some time.

Thing is, all that stuff
that comes along with dating someone:
the talking... the watching movies... the talking... the eating together..
. the talking... the mushy stuff... and did I mention the talking?

I'm not exactly crazy about all that.
Gets old real fast, you know what I mean?

Turns out,
I'm only looking for people
to hang out with.
People who are into gaming... maybe even working out.

And I prefer hanging out with gals.
No.... not because I'm like them (one more time, and I will DX your ass!).

I guess I like the idea that something might
happen... but I don't want it to actually happen.

Hey, I never said it's logical.

That reminds me.
I'm actually a little jealous of Zack (bumblebee?? what kind of
dumb-ass nickname is that??).

Not because I'm into Rag like that...
but, I don't know...
it's like all of a sudden,
now that she has someone new to talk with...
yeah, I'm left behind.

Aww... suck it.

It doesn't really bother me that much.
I'm like a loyal puppy.
Only not as cute.

But it does bother me a little
bit... eventhough I prefer being alone most of the time.

I still think about Dyla once in a while.
But even if she apologises now (the day Natalie Portman calls me)
and tries really hard to change...
nothing's gonna happen between us.

And that is a bona fide guarantee, baby.

Oh great.
Now I'm reminded of SIM.
That's where I intend to go to after ITE.

Thing is, just the first semester might cost
me $8000.00.
Ah yes... 8K.
No problem...!
I have 8K. I have 10K.
I have an unlimited supply of cash!
I also look better than Brad Pitt and own Planet Earth.
And also the Moon.

First thing's first though...
I've got to concentrate on the tests tomorrow and Wednesday.

And after that... 3-week break!
WooHoo!
And AFTER that... 9 weeks till' graduation.
About time too!

Time to watch "House" and study afterwards.

What? You didn't really think I was gonna study
straight away now, did you?
That's just whacked!

Before I leave...
check out "Shape of My Heart" by Sting from "The Professional".

One of the greatest songs ever... one of the greatest movies ever.

Well enough of that.

Enjoy...

Hello

Well this is a first.

One new post just minutes
after the previous one was made.

But I can't help it.

I visited her blog.
Which hadn't been updated in, aw hell, I don't know, man.

Anyway, after logging out from Blogger,
I decided to check out her blog.

Yeah... her weekend was "fan-tabulous".
And her post ended with "Well, f*** you too."


Ofcourse in between, she was ranting on and on
about how while it was great, she wasn't really happy;
felt empty on the inside, blah blah blah.

Yes, I just used the words "blah blah blah".

Dammit!

Anyway, it was pretty much the same old routine.

This time, I don't feel sorry for her.

I can't.


Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!
Evanescence's "The Last Day" just came on.

Talk about perfect timing.

Sheesh.

I'm recalling the way she treated me
and the things that I let slide.

While she didn't say it out loud,
she pretty much let on that
she'd be ashamed to have people
know she's dating me or something like that.

Who wouldn't, right?

And there goes my self-esteem... right through the roof.


Yeah, I liked her too much.

I am such a freakin' genius.
No, really I am.

Well now I can definitely say for sure:
it's over.
Yeah, before it even got started.

My intelligence just shines through, doesn't it?

I need bloody hotcakes.
Not ACTUAL bloody hotcakes!
You get what I mean.

Well, enough of that.

Through Glass

2.00 am inside the hall.

Listening to Stone Sour's 'Through Glass'.

Hmm.. maybe I should lower my standards.
Maybe when they make bloody stupid remarks,
or do bloody stupid things, I should just tolerate it.

Maybe I just need to tolerate their vanity too.

Nah.

Screw them all.

I will not tolerate morons for the simple
fact that I'm afraid of becoming one of them.

They don't like it, they can kiss my ass.

And yes, I know I'm not exactly Einstein...
but I get the feeling you know the kind of people I'm referring to.

"1+1= 3! I'm smart! You don't think I'm smart and pretty? Get lost"
"Suck it"

Yeah... I'm drunk.

Ahh.. screw you all.


Oh yeah, before I forget.
What is up with all the people at Tampines Mall and Century Square?
Like my friend says, it's like they don't have anywhere else to go!

What, do those places call out to them?
Why the hell is it always crowded, mann?

Freakin' weird.

My friend's wedding went alright.
Hadn't seen her in such a long time.

She looked... different.
Better. A lot better.

Ah well.
People change.

The wedding itself was alright.
Managed to avoid nearly all my ex-classmates.
Nearly all.

Met 2 at the mosque.
And 3 more outside Century Square.
Yeah... like I'm gonna hang around long enough for them
to talk with me.

Now, finally...
once again.

Screw you all.

That feels good, doesn't it?

No?

Suck it.

Well enough of that

Idiotic Freak of Nature

Ahh yes.... I am back, baby.

It's about 11.10 pm and I'm in the hall...
as the others are watching "Inuyasha" on tv.
"Inuyasha" may be just a cartoon,
but it totally rocks.
As usual, shut up.

Important tests coming up in the next 2 weeks.
After that,
the 3-week break will finally arrive.
Can't come soon enough.

Damn "school".
Looking for a washroom cubicle
with a door that works (or just a door)
is like looking for a needle
in a haystack.
I love that place.
Really.
Best place ever!

Well I'm still thinking about Dyla.
Everyday.
You know what?
I'm actually waiting for
the next message from
her so that I can tell her,
uh, not to contact me.

It's all about scoring points.
Ahh.. screw you.

Hmm.. watched a movie
with Rag and Faridah and Zack.
Zack. That's what Dyla calls me.
Sheesh.

"Happy Feet".
Yeah... great movie.
All those cute murderous penguins.
You heard me alright!
Happy Feet killed someone!
Sheesh.

That aside,
the graphics were excellent.
The snow-capped mountains.. awesome.
I was expecting Frodo to pop out
at any minute.

Anyway, Zack.
Bumblebee.
I have my doubts about him,
ofcourse.
But Rag seems to be really into him,
so yeah...

What really concerns me is Rag.
Sorry buttercup,
but I'm just worried about you.
I mean, you just met that guy.

On top of that, he didn't do DX chops!
Very suspicious...very suspicious...
just be careful, alright?

Well enough of that

say WHAT?

Well it's 7 am
now.

And instead of rushing to school (I'm already late),
here I am,
posting on my blog.
Genius. Pure genius.

Anyway, Dyla sent me a message at around 5 am.
Even better,
she pretty much said something like this: "Heyy, how are you doing?
Just checking in..."

Say WHAT? Come again?

It's like nothing happened!
Yeah.. I mean, what, she
only ignored
me for about 2-3 weeks?
And when I did send her a message
telling her that I'm "breaking up" with her (ahh, she isn't exactly my girlfriend)
(yes, I am confused too) (shut up)...

all I got was a reply from her later that
night saying that she was busy
and that I should understand.
That was it.

And now... ahh yes... sure!
Nothing happened, right?

I don't know mann..
is it because she knows
I have no one else?
Could be.

Hey! I'm ALLOWED to become
paranoid at this point, ok?
Yeah.
I'm sure.
It's in the rule book.
No, really.

The message I got from
her this morning, well,
it pissed me off.

But I didn't reply.
In fact, I'm not going to.

I need to start dating other people.
I don't want to, but I need to.
Just to get her out of my system,
you know?

What's that sound?
Aw dammit Siti Nurhaliza!
NO!
I will NOT date you!

Sheesh.

On the bright side,
I got to talk with Rag again!

Talking with her was like a breath of fresh air...
and I needed that.

Just like I need hotcakes.
Which I intend to get later.
School or no school.

Hotcakes come first, dammit!

Let's see now... what else?

Oh yeah!
Almost forgot.
I managed to trade a cheap plastic alarm clock (um, no offence, Rag)
for an $80 tennis raquet! (I checked at Royal Sporting House)
WooHoo!

This weekend,
I'm gonna post a pic of the raquet
online and see what I can get for that...

Well enough of that

In Bloom

3.05 am, baby.
Once again, I'm
alone in the hall.

As I'm typing
this, I'm listening to
"In Bloom" by Nirvana.

Right now
I'm not feeling too good.

I'm sending a message to Dyla
later today,
and I really, REALLY hope
she won't respond.
That way, finally,
I'll be able to stop having anything
to do with her, and NOT be the bad guy.

I'll miss her a lot, man.
But heyy... what am I gonna do?
She's not into me
the same way I'm into her.

And now... the best news EVER.

Rag's boyfriend, shall from now on,
be referred to as the "Paranoid Pain in The Ass"
or "PPTA".
I'll think up something
better to call him later.

Anyway, PPTA
thinks that I have feelings
for her, so he pretty
much told her
that she shouldn't be
contacting me.

Ah yess... damn PPTA.

I understand why she has to do this.
Doesn't make me feel any better, though.

I've known her longer than you, idiot.
Plus, while she
may be cute (to others),
I am NOT attracted to her!

It's like Jennifer Lopez.
I know she's hot.
But I'm just not attracted to her!

Hey you!
Yeah2... quit smiling already.
Just because I likened you to Jennifer Lopez...

Well this is just great.
No Dyla.
No friends to talk with.

Yeah.. my life is just awesome.

And, "Flow", the rock festival that's being co-organized by my friend
and held
at Ministry of Sound, is just
around the corner.
Promised him I'd at least
get 2 tickets.
And no one to go with.

Alright fine...
Siti Nurhaliza,
you can come along.
But no stripping this time!
You're married for goodness sake!

I haven't
really felt like
this since the time
I was in pri 5 or 6.

All alone.

But heyy.. that was back then.
I actually like being alone.
WooHoo!

Time for hotcakes!
Yeah.
Having the time of my life here.

Alright then, boys and girls.
It's time for supper (2nd round)
and studying...

Well enough of that.

Just Asking For It

Just got back from Admiralty.
Mr Han.
Apparently he's a religious teacher.
Teaches classes at his apartment.

Anyway, the 2 times I visited (reluctantly),
his "teacher" was also there.
Some fat old guy (around 60?)
who looks like a hobo.
Talks like a hobo too.

Tonight was the second time.
Went there because my dad asked me to accompany my
mom.

Oh yeah, I didn't mention earlier;
my brothers and sisters go there on
Saturdays for religious classes.
Although ofcourse,
I would have preferred for
them to go learn at a mosque, instead.

Well I was there...
and Mr Han, was actually seeking
advice on religion from that hobo.

By now, you should realize that I'm
not exactly crazy about his "teacher".

The guy talks and acts in
a manner unbecoming of a religious teacher.
I should know.
I'm not gonna tell you why...
but I should know.

My aunt and grandma came too,
and there were seeking,
well, help for a problem
that my grandma had.
Leg problem or somethin like that.
Should've gone to
a hospital, but heyy... it's their choice.

So my aunt was speaking to the hobo,
who replied sarcastically,
why she was speaking in English,
not Malay.
I didn't really hear the conversation,
but my aunt was pissed.
But she kept her cool.

Later,
when he came back to the
table, and she tried to explain to
him (nicely) that she doesn't
like people talking to her like that,
he actually told her that if she didn't like it,
she could "get out".

The hobo was telling people to leave the apartment
that wasn't even his!
Damn hobo.

Thing is, I was at the table when he said that.
And I pretty much lost it.

I mean, what kind of religious teacher
speaks like that?
Forget that,
what kind of man speaks that
way to a woman?

So I pretty much told him "What's your goddamn problem?"
And he shouted at me to "Shut up".
Oooh. Old fat hobo.
I'm shaking...

And so, we began arguing and
he actually challenged me to a fight.
Ah yes... which religious teacher hasn't done that?

Ok, so I said he was old and fat.
I left out "tall" and "big".
Taller than me.
And by "big",
I mean he looks like he could really do some damage.

But mann.. I would have loved to have kicked his ass.
And I wanted to.
But my mom and aunt were stopping me.
And that old jackass continued to stand in between her
and was still challenging me.

At the time,
I was trying to think of a way
to beat the life out of him
and not get arrested for it.

Letting him throw the first punch was waay too risky.
If I got hit by
a guy his size,
it could pretty much be end of the fight for me.

So instead,
I called him a bitch.
Heh.

Ok I actually regret saying that,
because my mom and aunt were there.

Sigh.. if only they
weren't..
I would have gone for it.

But then, if they weren't
there, I wouldn't have said anything.

Something's not right about him.
It's like he has a spell on Mr Han and his family.
And the others who were there.

Usually when it comes to "private religious teachers",
I try not to pay attention to what they are saying
to others,
until I know that they are legit.
Who knows what wrong info he could
be giving out.

So yeah... in
the end, I wasn't given the
chance to take him out (and do DX chops).
That pissed me off even more.

But ah well...
my mom and aunt
persuaded me to leave.. so I did just that.
How anybody
can still respect that jackass,
I have no idea.

If only there were
a way for me to
teach the "teacher"
without getting thrown into jail...
any suggestions?

Other than that...
school was boring.
As usual.

Test coming in about 2 weeks,
and saying I'm not prepared
would be an understatement.

And...
in 4 days, I'm going to send
Dyla yet another sms message.
If she continues
to ignore me,
I'll just have to break off contact
with her.
Period.
Enough is enough.

I'm not angry.
Just very disappointed.
With her, and myself.

Especially myself.

I also thought about dating
other people when it hit me:
what other people?

Yeah2, you
can stop laughing now.
Stop it, I say!
Damn.

Well, enough of that.

And The Prize For Being The Biggest Idiot Goes To...

9.48 pm.
In the hall.
And watching "Becker".
Good show.
Not great. But good.

Anyway, last night Dyla
finally got her pc and
we chatted on MSN all night.

Before we decided
to go out on our first date (shut up),
I remember telling her
that because she's still young,
I'd understand if she saw other
people at the same time.

Ofcourse, that was one hell of
a dumb thing to say.

So last night, I decided
to let her know that
I wanted us to be exclusive.
What?
I watch a lot of tv. Sue me.
And yes...
shut the hell up.

Thing is, she got the impression
that I thought she was avoiding me.
And she
seemed to get a little angry.

So yeah... there I was,
trying to apologise,
and feeling really bad.

And then, she told me.

Ah yes... she WAS avoiding me.
Kept putting off seeing me again...
because she still had feelings for her ex.
Still hoping that he
would come back and raise their child together.

That was ofcourse, was
awesome news for me.
Awesome.


Can't really blame her.
He is, after all, the father of her child.
Plus, after all that's happened between them...
so yeah.

At the time,
I didn't think much of it.
I was actually relieved that I wasn't just paranoid.

I'm still very much into her...
but after thinking about it...

That she still had feelings for ex,
still bothered me (I mean come on, I like her a LOT),
what's worse
is that she had lied to me.

I thought about
all the times she cancelled (or postponed, whatever)...
was her grandfather really sick?
Did her brother really break his leg?

I hate this feeling.
If all of those things
DID happen,
then I'm a jerk for thinking like this.

But I can't help it now!
Sheesh.

If only I could have hotcakes at night...

Back to the story.
She told me that she felt
really bad about it...
and gave me the impression
that she'd still like to go out with me.

I don't know, mann...
it's kinda hard when you've lost trust in someone.

Heck, I don't even
know if I can still be friends with her.
I like her way, waaaay too much.
(kiss my ass, ok?)

Thought about it all day.
Gonna think about it all night too.

And, to top it off,
I've got a practical test
this week, and written tests
in about 3 weeks.

Perfect.
Just perfect.

Oh yeah, and one
more time for the road...

FRENCH CHICKS??

heh.

Well, enough of that.

One More Time... French Chicks!!!

Yes, yes.. here I am again.

Rejoice.

Now shut up.

Anyway... Rag and the HSBC group
wanted to come today,
but I had to refuse them.
That sucked enough.

But later I found out that 2 French chicks were with them!
French chicks!
Dammit!

If I new there were French chicks with them,
mann... MANN...!
dammit!
dammit dammit!

Ah well.

I think other stuff happened
to me too this past week...
but all that's left in my head right now is:
French chicks??

Well enough of that

p.s. French chicks??

Throw Down Your Umbilical Noose So I Can Climb Right Back

11.05 pm.
In the hall.
Listening to "Come As You Are"
by Nirvana.

My brother and sister are on the sofa watching (of all shows) 'High School Musical'.
10 mins into the show
and already I felt like blowing up the tv,
getting on
the plane
and flying over to the States,
and tracking down those male dancers
AND beating the living daylights out of them.

Sweet mother of- sigh.

Anyway, I was watching CSI last night...
the little girl was the sole survivor.
Her entire family had been killed.

But you know what's worse?
I... almost...cried!
Damn!
My brain was screaming "What the hell is going on??".

Mann.. that was freaky.

Well, I'm supposed to be
meeting up with Dyla tomorrow night.
Sent her a message to change the time.
And, until now, there's no reply.
Not yet.
I hope.

Normally, this wouldn't bother me,
but yeah, you guessed it, it's happened before.
If she doesn't reply to my message a day before
we're supposed to meet up,
that usually means we're not meeting up. Period.

Still, it would be nice if she'd actually TELL
me first.
Sheesh.

And yet, I'm still nuts about her.

Ahh... screw you.

Well, enough of that

Just One More Hit

Well well well...

Hello again, little boys and girls.
Shut up!
Did I say YOU could say "Hello"?
Sheesh.
The nerve of people these days...

Anyway, let's see now, it's 6.55 am on
Saturday (took long enough to get here!).
Didn't really sleep last night... and I'm listening to "Heart-Shaped Box".

Been thinking a lot about Dyla again.
Ah yes.. quite a shocker there, eh?

Well, she wanted to meet up next weekend...
except that she'd already made plans.
For herself.
So yeah...

I suggested that we meet up this Tuesday instead.
It's a school night (great, I sound like a kid) but hey,
one more week is too long, man.
I don't want to, but I'd miss her too much.

Hey, if I wanna be lame, it's my choice, alright?
Go kick yourself in the nuts, please.
Yeah.
Right smack in the nuts.

Thing is, she'd been sending me conflicting signals.
Says she likes me... then says how happy she
is being single (over and over again).

My brain... it hurts.

Now I'm thinking about the time she
was attached to The Horny Medic.

A few weeks into the relationship,
she told me that she's just waiting for it to end.
And yet she continued seeing him (as far as I can tell)...
until the end of the month when she dumped him.

I'm not gonna dwell on every single thing she's
done in the past... but yeah, I can't help feeling
that she's just being nice to me.
Like she's doing me a favour or something.
Mann...

Hmm... school.
Brilliant teachers.
Seriously. Just brilliant.

I mean, for example,
on Wednesdays, classes are supposed to end at 12pm.
And on Fridays too.

And when they changed the schedule,
classes end at 11 on Friday.
And 3 pm on Wednesday.
Yeah... take one hour from Friday... then add 3 hours on Wednesday.

Unfortunately last Friday,
I woke up at around 9.
By the time I'd get to school, it would
have been like 10.30.
So I decided not to go.
Then I learned from my friend that
the teacher decided to extend class until 12 pm.
And it was a "practical lesson".

Gotta love it when they change the
timing whenever they feel like it.

That kinda pissed me off.

The reason I woke up late?
I was actually studying the night before.
How silly of me to do that!


Just 5 more weeks...

Well, enough of that.

Nasty Stuff

Well hello there boys and girls...

Still up at 2.20 am?
What the hell is wrong with you kids??

Anyway, I can't sleep.
Plus, I've just put something nasty into my mouth.
Gel for my sore gum
What else were you thinking, you sick bastards?

Got a message from Dyla a short while
ago.
Cancelled our date this weekend to hang out
with her cousins.

Normally I wouldn't mind,
but I got a pretty good feeling I know
where they are going.
The MoS/Eski Bar trip was cancelled the weekend before, so yeah...

And she knows that I'm broke,
so I wouldn't have been able to come along.

Still... she cancelled our date to go clubbing.
Ah yes... just feels me up with a warm and fuzzy feeling on the inside.
And the fact that other guys will be dancing with her?
Oh heyy, that just makes me wanna jump for joy, man!

Sigh.
I probably shouldn't be feeling this way...
but I can't help it!
Thing is, I'm not her boyfriend.
So, you know what I'm gonna say to her?
Absolutely nothing!
Shut your damn mouth, you.



I am such an idiot.
Yes, yes... no need to rub it in.

I say no need, dammit!

Hey jackass, stop rubbing it in!

What else?
Ah yes... it's just the beginning of the 3rd
week, and already they've completed the 4th chapter.
Just perfect.

And being the genius that I am,
instead of studying right now,
I'm blogging about a girl I really like...
who doesn't even like me that much.
I do think she likes me a bit, though.
A little bit.
Tiny.
Get the picture?

Well enough of that

When You've Been Unfaithful, What Do You Do..?

For Those Who Have Heard "Unfaithful" by Rihanna...

So let me get this straight: because she's cheating on him,
she might as well take a gun and blow his brains out?

Ah yes... wouldn't YOU love to have a girlfriend like that?

Well enough of that

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Today's headline on Yahoo! News:

Iraq sectarian spree kills 83 in 2 days

I'm a muslim. A sunni muslim to be exact.
And when I read about this kind of thing;
Sunnis killing Shi'ites and Shi'ites killing Sunnis...

I think to myself: why are these people so damn stupid?

Why on earth would they want to kill each other?
I've studied Islamic history.
I know it's not that simple.

But come on... why commit murders?
How stupid can you be?

And if they are killing in the name of religion,
somebody should tell them
that if 2 muslims fight each other and one kills
the other, both of them go to hell.

That's right.
BOTH of you go to hell.

Mann... I wish there were something I
could do..
but yeah. Nothing.

I need coffee...

Well enough of that

Here Kitty..Come Here Kitty...Um...Kitty? No Kitty! NooOoo..!!!

Almost 12am.
And I'm full of the cookies
my little sister just made (which, by the way, are awesome!).

The cat has just returned.

What I don't get is why people keep saying
things like "oh, cats are clean animals..."

Now don't get me wrong. I love cats.
But clean?

I mean come ON. They lick every single
part of their body. EVERY part.
They are covered in saliva!

On top of that, when they go wandering...
they sit and lie, and roll in all sorts
of weird and strange-smelling things.

Clean? I think not!

And when they get back, they rub themselves against you!

What's that? Why yes, I am bored... is it that obvious?

Sigh.
I couldn't help it.
I just HAD to view her profile... making me miss her even more.
Sheesh.

I should give Natalie Portman a buzz....

Well enough of that

Pre-Fast Thoughts

5 am... Just a few more
minutes before I have to eat my "pre-fast meal".
And I'm listening to Stone Sour's "Through Glass".

Awesome song.

So anyway, I just got reminded (no, not by the song)(sheesh)
of something funny that happened a while back.

An old (in age as well) friend of my dad's
called some time back.
Thing is, my dad hadn't heard from him
for a long while.

The first thing he said to his friend?
"Heyy.. you're not dead yet!"
And he wasn't joking.

Ah yes... old people just LOVE hearing
that.

Well enough of that

Logic

Today on MSNBC NEWS:

"U.S. proposes N.Korea sanctions"

Ohhh.. I see!
Sure! Don't invade the country that
actually HAS nuclear weapons!

Oh nOoo.... just impose sanctions!

Invade the countries that DO NOT have
any weapons of mass destruction (you know, like Afghanistan and Iraq).

Ahh... such logic!
Wow.

Somebody give that idiot a pretzel.
A very big pretzel.

My Own Tiny Island

Ahh yes...
Guess who's back, baby?
Well ok, not yet.
But I can see the exit from here.
Won't be long now, I hope.

Right now, I'm in a safe spot.
Make a wrong move,
and I might get screwed.
Again.

So yeah, for the time being,
I'm just gonna stay here
on my safe tiny island,
until the way is cleared.

What's that?
I'm not making any sense?

Well that's because I haven't
explained to you what it is that I'm talking about.
And I'm not going to.

Sigh. What is it now?
Oh. Why not?

Once again, because it is
none of your damn business.
Cool? Cool.

And yeah... I miss Dyla badly.
But it's all for the best, I suppose.

Wait. Do you hear that?
Shh...! Listen!

It's my Xbox! It beckons...

Well enough of that

Of Burgers and Kings

4.05 am, and I'm still up...

sheesh.

I knew I needed coffee whenI saw a Burger King coupon sheet..
and instead of seeing "Chicken Fiesta!",I saw...
"C*ck Fiesta!" instead.

Nearly spit my guts out.

Well enough of that

That Way? Right.... Thanks...

Well...
the important meeting I had today
didn't go so well.
Probably because it didn't happen.

But it's not over yet. Monday is when
the meeting's gonna take place.
Hopefully after that... at last,
I'll get to live a normal life (by my standards, anyway).

Anyway, what is it with 18 year-old gals
and talking about sleeping with me?
Honestly.
Please, somebody let me know.

Yet another girl, Ellina... who happens to be Sam's friend...
is practically daring me to sleep with her!

I mean, wtf, man??

And with her looks,
it's not like she has to
ASK men to, um, you know...

If I were some other guy,
I'd be jumping around like a rabbit on crack!
But I'm not... besides, it's Ramadhan.

I'll have to take a pass...
and she better stop bugging me about it.
Sheesh.

Seriously. My life IS a bloody sitcom.

Well enough of that

Yes, Please... One More Time

Hmm... almost 12am in the living room.
Ah well, now is a good time as any other to post this.

Been wanting to let this out for a while now.
And in case you're wondering, yes, it IS emo garbage.
So just shut your damn mouth, alright?
Alright then.

Sigh.. what was I thinking anyway?
She's 18. I'm 24.
I should've known better but noOooo....
being a genius, I just HAD to go for it.

Let's see now.
Me: 24 year-old.
Looks like an anti-Brad Pitt
Still living with parents.
Studying at ITE.

Yeah... women just LOVE guys like me!

Many times, when we were supposed to
go out, she would just, well, ignore me at the last minute..
keep me hanging on.
I'd be kept waiting and wondering what happened for
hours... until I got one message through sms.
And that was it.

At first I wouldn't mind.
Emergencies can and will pop up...
especially when you have a baby.

But... everytime?

Sometimes, she would just ignore
any of the messages I'd sent her.

And after a week, or a few,
when we'd get a chance to talk (usually BY chance),
I'd ask her, and she'd tell me
that she did get the messages.

I'd rarely get an apology.
And when I did get one,
she'd make it sound like it was nothing...
which it wouldn't be, if it didn't happen ALL THE TIME.

Just fills you up with a warm and fuzzy feeling on the inside, don't it?

For some insane reason, I told her
how I felt about her (yeah yeah.. shut the hell up already).
And she said that the feeling was mutual.
Not long after that, she began ignoring me again.
Gotta love that!

I'd feel miserable for a week or 2 wondering what I'd done or said...
and then all I'd get from her, is pretty much a short message
saying 'hi'.
and then, another couple of weeks.

Yes,yes.... your hero was down.
Go get that tissue.
Hey! I saw you rolling your eyes!
Sheesh.

Where was I? Oh yeah.
I figure I'd try ignoring her.
After about 2 weeks (or more? can't remember)...
I got the usual 'hi'.
She hadn't even realized what I was doing.
Sigh.

A few weeks later,
another 'hi'.

I couldn't reply.
I mean.... I was already miserable,
after deciding that I was gonna
stop contacting her.

No sense in piling on the misery.

Can't really blame her.
I mean, she's young, she's pretty...
I'd bore her to death eventually.

I knew it wasn't a good idea, but hey!
I really did like her!. A lot.
Too bad she didn't feel the same way.

Mann... I knew I should've stayed in retirement!
Damn.
From now on... I'll concentrate on
my one and only baby... the Xbox!

What's that?
I KNOW I need a life.....
I just don't need YOU pointing it out!

Time to watch some DX.

Well, enough of that.

Freedom

3rd post in a week...
sigh, alright fine!
You guys may throw a huge celebration with fireworks and everything.
But don't expect me to turn up!

Anyway, the meeting went extremely well.
Better than I had hoped.
Then again, I'd pretty much lost hope up until that point.

And now, at long last.... freedom is in sight.
There's still a lot of work to be done,
but I know now that it is reachable.
It's only a matter of time now...

WooHoo!

As for the others... I'm so happy right now,
that I'm actually reconsidering making
them pay for what they did.

Hold on.... there's more!
Oh yeah, baby!

I'd been feeling pretty bad about something the past week...
then, as expected, the message came...
no apologies.. nothing.
Ah well.. it IS me, after all.
I rank pretty low on the priority scale of most people I know.

Difference is, this time, I've been able to ignore it.
Yeah.. it is a big deal to ME.
So shut the hell up, ok?
Great... just stop them lips from flappin'.

Like I said before... I WILL honour my promise,
if the time ever comes for me to fulfill it.
I know2... dramatic rubbish.
But I do mean it.

It's been a very, very good day.
Haven't seen those in too long a time....

Well enough of that

One More Time

Yeah.. that's right boys and girls....
I'm actually posting
for the 2nd time in a week.

An historical moment, truly.
Now shut up, all of you.

The cure is very near....
hopefully I'll get what I want on Monday.
If I don't get it,
I'm going to get very, very angry.

Moving along...

Well it's 11.20 am, and I haven't slept
since yesterday.
And I'm listening to 'Nutshell' by Alice in Chains.

Can't stop thinking about it.
Now I know why I'd pretty much given up
a long while back.

You'd think at 24 that I'd know better but noOOo.....
one thing I'm definitely good at though.
Being an idiot.

What? You don't know what I'm talking about?
Come on now...
the reason is simple.
It's none of your damn business, now is it?

Guess there's nothing else to do but
try and move on...
out of sight, out of mind.

It hurts but
it's not like I have a choice (hey screw you, jackass)

Still, I won't forget the promise I made.

Well enough of that

Belive the Lie

Damn. I'm such an idiot.

Anyway, the cure is near.... I can feel it.
Let's just hope things work out this time.

Or someone might get hurt.

Well enough of that

Best Night Ever

Mann... my life pretty much sucks right now.

Let's see... last Saturday, I was invited
to hit Ministry of Sound
by a gal I really like (shut up, jackass).

I don't dance, I don't drink, I don't smoke.

Usually in a club, I'm just like a statue.
A weird-looking statue.

Anyway, we were in the 'cage' when
she began 'dirty-dancing' with some guy...
right smack in front of me.

Ah yes... the best thing ever!

I knew I didn't have the right to
say anything, so I just had to stand there
and pretend that I'm having a blast.

We were there to celebrate her birthday,
so yeah, I just sucked it up.

But after that, I couldn't bear to watch her
dance (once again, shut your mouth, jackass)
so I got out of there.

Later when we were sitting outside,
I smiled and went like, 'yeah! having fun! lots of fun!'

Ok, not exactly like that,
but you get the picture.

Later when we parted ways,
I remembered that I forgot to give her
the present I bought.

On top of all that.... when I really wanted
to be alone, an extremely talkative friend
of theirs (time and place for everything, k?)
just HAD to tag along.

Best night ever!

Well enough of that

Racial Harmony

Well hello there boys and girls!
How's everybody doing?
Good?
Ahh.. screw you all.

Next week, school reopens.
Yeay. Yahoo. Yipee.
Actually the sooner I get it over with, the better.

Anyway, the past 2 weeks (gave up by the 3rd),
I'd been trying to get a job; you know, seeing
how I'm dirt broke.
Yep, that's right.
Dirt broke.
Aw heck, I don't even HAVE dirt.
That's how broke I am.

Here in Singapore, we enjoy racial harmony.
People are not discriminated against because
of the colour of their skin.
Equal opportunity for all!
Mmph...Mmph...!....Mmm.....MWAHAHAHAH!

Oh man, I crack myself up, I really do.

Racial harmony? In Singapore?
That's like saying George Bush
is is smarter than a puppy.
It just isn't true, man!

On the surface, everything seems
just peachy.
You see the Chinese and the Malays, and the Indians
all holding hands with each other singing 'We Are Singapore...'

Try digging a bit.
Go on. Dig.
Dig I said!

When a Malay or an Indian begins looking
for work, that's when it becomes plainly obvious.
It used to be 'Chinese preferred' in the ads.
Because of complaints, it's now 'Chinese-speaking preferred'.
See the difference?
Yeah, neither do I.

Oh hey, did I mention that there's absolutely no law
against racism?
Sure they arrested 2 bloggers for making racist comments....
but to actually refuse to hire someone
because of their race, heyy.... no problem!

Now providing hard evidence isn't easy.
Employers usually give lame-ass excuses such as
'We need them to speak Chinese' and 'We chose the best candidate'.

Here's a little experiment you could try on your own.
All you need is the following: A chinese-speaking Malay and Indian, and a Chinese
who doesn't speak Chinese.
They should all have the EXACT same qualifications.

Here's what you do : Get them all to apply for the same positions
at random companies.

What you're gonna find out: Only the Chinese who doesn't speak
Chinese is going to get a job offer.

I believe one of the reasons most people
don't claim to be racist is because, well, it's embarrassing.
People want to 'save face'.
So they make up excuses for their racist actions.

I've got more to say, but I'm hungry,
so all you little boys and girls will have to wait for my next post.

Well enough of that

Finally

Finally...! Guess who's back?
Come on... guess. I said, guess,dammit!

Anyway, at long last,
I have managed to get rid of
a certain moustached (yeah, the word exists) (i think) (ahh, screw you)
irritant.

I'd been patient with all the rubbish
for months in the hope of scoring a psp.
ah well...
at least I now have a new character for my
upcoming comic series :

Nisa the Moustache Girl !

Characteristics (not yet finalised) : thick moustache

pretty dim, but tries to act smart;
for example, by speaking Latin at times

voice that's so annoying that the sound of
people throwing up would be music to the ears



About 2 weeks ago,
just before my birthday (yeah I'm 24 now) (once again, screw you)
I met a gal named Sophie.

Let's see now...
She's cute,
has a great sense of humour (almost as lame as mine),
and also a baby that I'm nuts about!
Then again, everyone who sees that
baby goes nuts about him...

Last night (this morning),
I sent her home,
and, against my better judgement (I can't help it!),
hung out with her until I missed the last train to Jurong.

Ended up taking the last train to Woodlands.
Ah yes.... Woodlands. I wandered around
looking for a Night Rider service that
might pass through the area.

And then it began to rain.

I was lost.... losing hope...
when it appeared. It was shining brightly.
It was inviting.
It was a beacon of hope.
It was... a McDonald's!
WooHoo!

Food, entertainment...
honestly, what's better than a hot cheeseburger
on a cold day? 2 hot cheeseburgers!

Needless to say, I stayed there until I was
able to take the train home.

Well enough of that

Comic

Heyy boys and girls!
How is everybody?? Ah screw you all.

Anyway, I've been meaning
to publish a web comic for sometime now,
and a few days ago, I finally
managed to complete a strip (jump for joy, dammit!).

Now, all I've got to do is find a way
to make my scanner work.
Maybe if i threaten it with a hammer...

Well enough of that

One Bad Day

Mann... it's been awhile, hasn't it?

Yeah2, I know I said I'd
try to post once a week.
But hey, it's MY blog... so screw you, ok?
Ok cool.

Anyway, it's been a really, bad day.
Thanks to my condition,
sometimes I have 'ok' days, and sometimes I have bad days.
And ofcourse, occasionally, I get really, really , REALLY bad days.
On those days, I tend to shut down.

Ahh yes... talk about living it up.

Well enough of that

Is That Too Much To Ask For?

Just....one..more...peaceful...day....please...

well enough of that

Interesting.... Very Interesting...

Yes that's right... I'm back.

Now before all you little boys and girls begin
jumping up & down for joy, I'm just posting
for the sake of posting.

What's that? Sigh, alright. You can jump up & down for joy.
Sheesh.

Now lemme see... since
my last entry,
there have been 3 class tests,
which were not that hard,

and I've got to know a gal who
can't stop laughing.
oh yeah, she also wrote a poem about
hitting me on the back of my head (isn't that just the sweetest thing ever??).

Hmm, guess it's been a pretty good
couple of weeks.

Well enough of that.

Drunk

Yes, yes it's true. I'm back.
Ok now, wipe those tears of joy from your eyes...
I said wipe them away, dammit!

Anyway, it's about 1.15 am. I'm bored and sleepy.
What's that, you ask? Why don't I just sleep?
Good question.
Oh yeah, it's because I'm too lazy to sleep.
Sheesh.

The test has finally passed.
Oh man, did I study hard for that one.
Ok, not THAT hard.
But heyy, guess what?
About 2 hours before the test, the lecturer
decided to give tips a.k.a tell us what exactly to study.
Wow.
And to think, instead of studying so much,
I could've spent my time doing something more productive.
Like playing 'Need for Speed'.

Ah well. Needless to say, it went pretty well.

Ohh man.... I'm drunk, man.... drunk....
ohh... heyyy, did I ever tell you...about the time I...zzzz...
what...?... oh yeahh...heh,heh... i mean...

Drunk on boredom and fatigue.
Remember, if you get bored and really tired,
be responsible : Don't drive.

Unless you have a license.

Well enough of that