for the sake of putting something up on my blog, here goes.


How Can You Mend A Broken Heart
Artist(Band):Michael Buble
I can think of younger days when living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do
I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow


And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again


I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees
And misty memories of days gone by
We could never see tomorrow, no one said a word about the sorrow


And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again


dont remember who did i hear this from first, but the words are "when someone/a girl asks you for advice, he'she most probably doesnt want it, he/she wants sympathy instead." how right or wrong is this person? so is that the way you'll treat someone when he/she asks for advice?


currently, i've a friend who's having the same problem i had last time, and i'm wishing that the same thing that happened to me wouldnt happen to them. its freaky to see history repeating iself, not on my side yet on someone else. is this a problem that constanly happens to teens when they're having a relationship? the lack of communication, and the fear of saying wrong, and not realising how numbed by the pain you're receiving and giving at the same time. maybe this's why people say teens cant handle relationships. if not now, not never, then when?


someone wrote a story. i read it, and i realise that heartbreak is a universal thing. every second that is passing, thousands of hearts are broken, yet at the same time, people are falling in love too. every minute that is passing, i'm seeing beauty in people, and the uglyness in beautiful people. some people have the natural blessed looks, while others dont. but by gaining something, you'll lose something in return. is that the way of the world? every day that is passing, i'm being numbed and losing interest. i'm turning away from it, afraid to ever tread in its sacred waters, for the fear of the same mistake. i'm avoiding it, dodging its advances. i'm running, trying not to catch it in the eye, afraid i cant control my emotions.


i'm afraid i'm losing or being void from myself. dont be rick. you wont be. smile and the world smile's back.

Blood.. Nerds.. and assholes.


as normal as today could start, it twisted itself so widly, that it could even rival roy's balloon hats.


yup, as people would know, i donated blood. how much? a packet of it, which is slighty more than a can of coke. alot? ok la.
i was so freaked out before going to register for it. my friend and i were like, shit la, what if we faint ah? or what if we scream if we see the needle? damn paiseh leh, then the needle so bloody thick.. paranoia soon took over. upon reaching the hall(that's where we took it), we had to fill up this questionaire. i was so nervous, that i filled up a question wrongly, it was something about my knowledge on AIDS.. whoops.


frankly, the whole process only hurt when the nurse was testing my blood for my blood group, and when the anestesthic was being jabbed in me. i didnt even feel the needle coming into me, maybe because i was busy talking to my friend.. anyway, the whole process only took like half an hour, and blood donating only took around 15mins. still got some iron supplements and refreshment wor.


lessons went on as usual, after that was this stupid chinese talk that i had to attend because i was selected. right. it was a talk on writing short stories. man. it was a nerdfest inside the lecture theater. all those nerdy guys with hair like.. uncombed and bushy hair, or super ugly gelled hair and thick glasses. i felt so out of place can.. (shameless me) i was practically dying inside there. it lasted for two hours, for which i doodled away in my notebook and continued on my excerpt. maybe i should have gone for band instead.


speaking about band. i'm quite pissed now. having being kicked out of the running of the committee, they now out me in charge of the games. hey, look here, i'm not someone who is freely around for your use k. fine, i did plan the games, but since you think i wasnt good enough the comm, dont put me anywhere.

Summer Wind Lyrics
Artist(Band):Michael Buble


The summer wind came blowin' in
From across the sea
It lingered there touched your hair
and walked with me


All summer long
we sang a song
And then we strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts
and the summer wind


Like painted kites, those days and nights
Went flying by
The world was new
Beneath the bright blue
Umbrella sky


Then softer than
A piper man
One day, it called to you
I lost you to
The summer wind


The autumn wind
And the winter wind
They have come and gone
But still those days
Those lonely days
Go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies
Through nights that never end?
My fickle friend,
The summer wind


more to blog later. watch out for my blog, no new templates, exciting stuff, just an excerpt from my notebook which i've penned down real long time. maybe real interesting. maybe real crap. maybe real the same old thing.

good news.


i got a new phone.
i found two dollars
i'm going to donate blood tomorrow.
i'm skipping band tomorrow.
i finally got a pen i always wanted and foolscap.


bad news.


i've been giddy these days.
i'm donating blood tomorrow.
i've got to do project work.
i've got to re-do my task.
i'm missing line dance this friday, maybe saturday.
i need to talk to someone. zat? juling? weijian? roy?


so who's going to watch dawn of the dead soon?

can you tell me?


its an early sunday morning, and my cousin's running around dancing to Jason Mraz's The Remedy. "niu niu pi gu.." as he puts it. now he's off to wake my sister, he's going to be in big shit when my sister wakes... ahaha.. i think he's the same age as zat's brother yeah? just as adorable.. =)


"where is the love" is on now. yesterday was an above average day, as usual we had our long lunches and discussions about the people we hate and love. and on our trip to sengkang, we started thinking why certain places had such names and thier origins. imagine, fifty years down the road, you'll walk down "rickson ave". whao~ cool shit.


special thanks to all those who wished me happy birthday, thru sms or thru real person. and those who gave me a card, present or anything else. thanks again, i really appreciate it.


oh ya, zat's a celebrity now. now he's known all over the line dancing community, for he has choreographed a dance, and yup, its published all over the net, and for all we know, hundreds of other line dance enthusiats(? spelled wrongly but you get my meaning) are dancing to it. congrats ya zat!another great achievement by the greatest. as always.


was talking to guangrong about what kind of person i am. i'm a normal person. dont laugh, i'm serious. to the world, i'm the most un outstanding, typical, untalented, guy you can find. my presence is just like any other passerby on the street; i'm not the funny guy, i'm not the clever one, i'm not the sporty one, i'm not the computer whiz, i'm not the poet, i'm nobody but me. plain, normal me. blessing or curse?


i'm having split personalities, so much so that i suspect and doubt which one is the real me. there's the "senior me", where i'm stern when taking sectionals; then there's the "with J and everyone me" where i'm just like lame, and childish me; there's always the "mjc me", where i'm a student, studious, friendly, always smiling and cheerful; not forgetting the "home me" where i'm often quiet, doing work, on com, in my room reading or talking and trying to irritate my sister.
there's so many me, so many that i'm wondering which is the real me, which rickson i can relate to.


can you tell me?

i'm dreading tomorrow.


why? because on every year of this day, something bad happens. i'll fall sick, fall down, fall in love(heh.. out of love more like it.), fall head over heels... or something worse. not exactly something i like.


i'll be having p.e tomorrow. all the more i'll be falling down. and i can feel a sore throat coming up. shucks. i know i dont celebrate it, too much fuss and i'll not know what to say. but i wont be expecting much either, since i knew its just another day since i dont celebrate it. good thing about not expecting much is that the disappointment you feel is less.


something's against me these days. yesterday was a totally horrible day. a build up i think.
i realised i was not in the understudy or out of the running for the band exco. due to what reason? god knows. maybe because i'm not a *ictorian, so i dont have people covering up for me if i miss meetings. or maybe i have low L1R5 but for all we know, there're people who got like 16 and 17.. so maybe its something i did la, like tell someone who was thinking to join or not join band to go for whatever he thinks is best for him and that if he dont like music dont join the band and that the conductor sucks. maybe right? or maybe i dont suck up to the pres and vice pres enough. no names mentioned.


this bad air followed me when i reached home. while i tried to do my work, there was a blackout. right. when it was fixed, the board above my desk collasped and everything fell around me. amazing nothing hit me. but i still couldnt do my work. ended up with a half finished assignment. oh well.


today wasnt well too. when i bought my first cup of drink from the drink stall(i've always bought packets), upon finishing it, i found a big ant inside it. nice present from the not nice auntie. followed back band practice. we had this thailand guy again. imagine this, this guy comes and teaches you, he speaks.. erm, how do i say this? he prounouces "s" as "ch". so short is chort, and so on. but he's real good, better then our current concudtor then.. oh ya, he makes us do chromatic scales up and down, like in hemi-demi-semi quavers. suffered from cramped fingers after that. no, i'm serious! my fore finger was like cramped and hurting.. but it was fruitful in the end, having achieved much more than i had in any other band pracs in jc. bad news came. band prac on friday put forward to tomorrow. excellent, just what i needed to end my day..


stupid assy people are running the world. they're going rampant, and someone must put a stop to them. any volunteers? i won't judge you by your L1R5 or by anything you said. promise.

overcomed with boredom. and that's followed by moodiness. and that's not good.


i'm so bored, i'm bored to pieces. i'm so bored, i'm getting desperate, that i'm thinking of talking to some people that i never talk to on msn. its time like these when i need mindless games like MOTAS or CRIMSON ROOM... where are they?


last night roy stayed over at my house. didnt have much sleep.. ok, maybe a few hours, but not enough for a guy like me. maybe that's why i'm abit short fused. bet no one really saw that. currently, my ulcer is killing me. its getting bigger day by day. how am i going to play my trumpet like this? later that bloody conductor will like ask why i not playing la.. crap.


i'm letting it get to me again. i shouldn't right? its been so long since it got to me, why now? its irksome. i have to get it out. i have to talk to some one. just listen. dont give me advice. just listen to me pour my heart out, listen to me unwind my tale, listen to me speak my displeasure, listen to me curse and swear, listen to me yell and whine, listen to me.


yeah, alot of people would say they'll listen. but who can without giving their advice? i dont need no advice. not now at least. i've heard thousands and thousands of advices. they're the same. and i'm sick of it. i've much fury in me i've yet to unleash. currently, i'm waiting for some poor unsuspecting victim to let me release these hounds of my hell out. you better hope you're not the one. for its been long since i'm feeling so irritable and ARGH up inside.


no more mr nice guy.


one more thing. to whoever reads this, dont touch my ring. you'll regret it.

time heals all wounds. its taking exceptionally long.


i apologise...


sorry peeps, for neglecting this beloved blog of mine! it has been a very busy week, and i havent even got the time to on the comupter, and.. i've only seen my house for less than 6 hours daily.. the sad life of a jc student.


currently. i'm in an arts class. people deem arts students as stupider, not so clever. i think not. what they dont have in intelligence, they make in up in other areas. i'm so surprised by the malay boys in my class. so totally un mat. one of the best things that happen to me in a jc. and right now, in my class, i was so unwilling elected as our class representitive, for which i have already forgotten to attend a few meetings for our coming sports meet.. so you get the idea of what kind of cg(civics group) rep i'll be. its quite a colourful class i'm in. there's a guy with 7 siblings and a chinese convert muslim fatrher and eurasian mom, a eurasian with a scottish and portuguese mixed dad and malay mom, a korean girl in my class. culture fusion anyone?


mj band is getting better. at least when the j2s are not around. my section is fun. people from all around, tkgs, cheung cheng high, vs, tms(me!!) and sac. it was fun to be able to be with people who can make music and enjoy it. that's the meaning of a band. people coming together to create and enjoy music. not people striving to get golds or just to have a cca or the points. dont wonder peeps, my loyalty is still with twe, but i'll give my best i can to mj band, for i think that's the attitude to life and to whatever i do. esp if its band. (actually it should be (only if its band.) heh.


got a book from my school library. its entitled " the complete life's little instruction book". its an exceptionally weird book. like the book of answers. it contain little sentences, some which makes total sense, others none at all. to me at least. here's the top ten i've chosen. in random order.


1) dont major in minor things.
2) live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation.
3) never let the odds keep you from pursuing what you know in your heart you were meant to do.
4) talk slow, think quick.(oops.)
5) take care of your reputation. its your most valuable asset.
6) leave everything a little better than you found it. (that's how i treat all intruments that come into my hands. jsut look at my mj cornet now.. shiny k?)
7) give people a second chance. not a third.
8) resist telling people what should be done. tell them what needs to be done.
9) learn to listen. oppurtunity sometimes knocks very softly.
10) (the only one i've done. and i did it thrice.) learn how to play a muscial instrument


read them, think about them. it may help, it may not. take it with a pinch of salt.