Since I'm too lazy to look for a template for this, this would be an easy way out.


HIATUS!!! (aka, a break from blogging/work/doing something)


See you around peeps. Sorry if you're an avid reader of my blog, but the boy here hasn't gone time to settle his thoughts enough to put them into words yah? So be patient, and I'll be back soon enough.

(happy birthday Gene jie jie...that's my real sis btw.)
Till again, long long again.

Canon of events, recurring, over and over again.


I haven't really had time to sit down and gather my thoughts these days, its just too busy. Or I'm just too lazy.


A few days back I had a chat with a friend, and we talked about friends. Imagine if I talked to a cow..then we'll be talking about cows, but that's besides the point.


So we were saying, that why are people friends? People meaning those around us, i.e. classmates etc. Are we friends because we want to be friends, or because we have to be friends, since we're going to spend the next two years together? Is it a commitment to be friends, or is it an obligation? Think about that. Those people around you, real friends who sincerly want to be your friend, or just for that sake of being together?


Its just like making music. You can either play music for the love of music, or just for the sake of practicing so that you would not feel guilty. Now, is there a meaning to do something like that? People have a perception that as long as no one is hurt and as long you live up to your conscience, its fine. Really, I'm not making a mountain out of a molehill, but it just sucks to see people acting that they really care for someone when they don't bother deep inside at all.


I need to cut my nails, and I hate ulcers.


My house is in the midst of moving, as in moving house, shifting apartment, not the house moving or shaking. So I'm left with an empty hall without sofa and table or television cabinet. Its weird, but it makes my hall damn big, and empty and weird.


I'm on a pretty short fuse again these days. I'll shut up more I guess, not because I'm saying wrong things, because I feel nothing's worth saying.


One more thing. My hamster died. He passed away on the 9th of Sept. He was a good pet when he was around.

In loving memory:


Till again.

I wonder, sometimes am I really what I think I am.


I know I'm no saint, neither am I a devil, but one thing I know is that I'm not the type to offend or insult people purposely. But yes I do say what's on my mind at times, but at least their constructive.


Why am I saying this? So that people will know.


Let me pose a question. Is it right to insult or bring someone down just because "I'm like that what, you can't change me"? Really. Grow up.


If everyone is like him, we'll have a world of mindless fools hurling insults and what nots at each other daily. If everyone thinks like him, selfish and self-centred, I shudder to think what would happen. I'm not asking him to be nice and smile and be sweet, that's just gross. But I'm asking him to have a little etiquette, and consideration. Not everyone is as insensitive or hard as he is. People like us do have feelings, though none of us really show it these days. For fun sake he says? There's a limit to everything. And he must know that he's not always right, my boy. Neither am I, but I admit I'm wrong. Does he know the phrase, live and let live, or love and let love? What about forgive or forget (I don't believe in doing both at the same time. Cynical me) ? If he wants to make a point, make a point with reason, not on pure egoism. I'm telling you, one of these days when someone deflate his highly blown up image of his godly being, he'll be surprised how much we've tolerated. Its been hell I say, the amount we've put up. But why, you might ask that we put up with his ways?


All in the name of friendship.


Friends, no matter how long ago the friendship was forged, is still a friend. He or she may be insignificant after the absence of years (i.e 7..), I'm sure some form of acknowledgement is appropriate when met. We do not talk for the sake of conversing, rather for the sake of being friends. Friends help each other in a way or another. The only thing that differ friends would be the connection between them. That explains why some of us click better than with others.

But as long if two were friends once, one should not forget and ignore just because of the loss of contact. I abhor those who take friendships or whatever types of ships lightly. (sorry, chain of thoughts broken by someone. freak. man, I hate this feeling..)

I hoped I made some sense.

Till again.

Dang.


After looking through Michelle's or Mish's photo album with the people bowling inside, I WANNA BOWL TOO!!


Eugene, Chong and Ling, up to it again? I'll finish last again too~ Heh. Others just as welcomed.


Onto some mundane but rather exciting stuff, I recieved my second dedication on radio! (note: first one wasn't pleasant..If you know what I mean.) It was from Jamie Yeo's best friend, Mr Zat. It was such a thrill to hear names of people you know on radio.


You know, if my life was to be made into a movie (although I doubt it will, but no harm dreaming), it would be like a musical, with alot of music, drama, comedy and yet, its a sad tragic tale. Well so far it is. It would be full of singing, if not music being played and it would revolve alot on my friends and people around me. The thoughts I had, the things I always wished to do yet never did, the people who I loved and loathed. All these. Imagine lots of singing, laughing. What about the action? Do you see me being action-packed? Hardly. Thus, I don't think my movie would be a thrilling one, but a soppy dramedy. It would include lots of mundane stuff, like the rubbish life of school, yet it would include the crazy antics of buddies i.e. Roy, Chong, great wisdom from Zat and J, meaningful times with Juling and Alan (nothing to do with the both of them together, but me and them k.) and I would like my pathetic love life to play a major role in it. The ups and the downs, the frustrations and the pleasant moments.


Of course, we must include the villians, the idiots, the whiners, the retards and the stupid. Obviously, they'll be flamed, boiled and grilled as they suffer from my cruel and evil hands when I poke them in the eyes. Muahaha. First to go would be the internet company as its scrweing up my connection and making unable to connect. A major pain in the ass. Next to go would be the insufferable whiners and idiots who think they rule the world as they're the only one who can afford to offend people and people can't do the same to them. Then it'll be followed by irritating and cannot make it teachers, or the ICMTs. They'll be those who don't teach well, yet throw themselves into the teaching world and torture hard-working students. No names mentioned.


It's funny to read how people describe music. Really. Its also funny to see how ironic people can be. Just look around you. You'll be suprised.


Oh ya, I found someone who has as little fashion sense as a certain member of the staff in my instituition. Imagine this. Obese, literally spilling, wearing a whole red suit, tight fitting. And she's old. Reminds you of someone? Walrus.


Till again.

I'm Neo!

Ok.


This is it. I'm done with the days of people taking my photos and putting up onto their blogs/websites/whatever you have it. If you want to take a photo that has been taken by me, please, goodness sake, ask for permission. I'm not being selfish here, I'm just bloody irritated by the plagarism of photo-stealing. Doesn't mean that I'm the only one with online photo albums would entitled you to take any of them. Before I start placing copyrights on my photos which is highly possible, acknowledge your sources. i.e. ME.


Knowing that blogs these days are receiving lots of readership throughout the world, because "young people these days suer got blogs one ma", I decided to...


Heck care. I'll still type whatever I have here, and remember, its my blog, and I type what I want, and about who I like. =D.


Whiners:


In description, these are the people who totally push me to my edge and make me want to throw them down the cliff. Why in the world would someone whine so much? "huh..don't want la, very tiring...huh..don't want la, its so boring...huh.. don't want la (add whiny phrase). You'll get what I mean. Stop bloody hell whining, and get the work done. It doesn't get you anywhere except on my nerves if you persistenly whine and not do the work. Leaders, or so-called captains or whatever, if you had the fire to be one, you have to be prepared to do work. I don't care if you elected not on your will, get your work done assigned to you.

Once I start, I can't stop. Whiners exist everywhere. People who give stupid excuse to skip band pracs or thier ccas are stupid. Please don't think the world revolves around you. It doesn't. It revolves around a thing called the Sun and I intend to send you to your fiery death if you keep this up. If you decided to join a cca, be commited to it. Studies do come first, but prior appointments that have already been fixed i.e practices on thurs and weds shouldn't be compromised with. Don't give me shit excuses such as "consultation". Even if you didn't have consultations, you probably don't even want to come. Irritating. If you do not know, I hate to slack during sectionals, which would pretty much explain me being solemn during your mindless chatters. I don't think you're that good yet, so much so that with only one time practise you'll be able to master the whole song. If I was the SL, you'll get hell from me.


Thank god I have control.


Kill the whiners, or at least shut them up.


Till again.

After abandoning the umpteen atempt to download the demo for diablo 2 since I don't have the disc to play it, here I am blogging. Its a rainy afternoon currently, wonder if I'll be staring at the moon later.


Well, today's Teacher's Day. And I'm having a well deserved break but will be retiring to the desk of homework and whatnots. A little interesting bit happened last night, and I though you guys might be interested in knowing. I hope.


Last night was the performance of Dracula, put up by the Young Co. It was erm, not bad. A lot of dialouge that seemed unimportant to the whole show, and it was funny watching the all mighty and powerful Dracula cowering when Van Helsing (yes there was Van Helsing, and he was damn tall) brandished out the cruxifix. Quite a few sexual references, but some of my classmates didn't get them. Says something, doesn't it?


Another thing was that a few of my classmates ought learn how to dress. No names mentioned. Maybe its the culture and way I'm brought out on the way people dress, and that's why I find in unacceptable. Hor alan, we need people like you with "good" dress sense. Heh.


I'm suffering from blogger's block I guess, which is a very good reason for this horrible post.


Till again.