Somehow, i understand why girls find it annoying when NS guys congregate.

Cos it's only NS talk.

Yadayada, what did you do during that field camp?
Yadayada, my stupid OC yadada this yadada that.


You can't blame us. That's the only thing we do. It's like school life all over again, just that it's not school. It's more than school, it's like another kind of lifestyle, almost like work.

But then, there's a limit we should go. Seriously, if one cannot stop talking about work wherever he goes to whoever he meets, then I think that's a big problem. It's almost there's nothing left to the person but work, and work isn't exactly something everyone appreciates.

Tell me, how is it that one can just go on and on, 7 days a week rambling on what he does and what goes on like it's the most exciting thing in the world? As exciting as every new thing is to anyone, wouldn't you be bored of retelling the same story over and over again?

Maybe it's cos we might not have enough in our lives to show to people that we're accomplished in other areas, so we dwell in these. Not that it's a desperately evil or bad thing, but I think we must live out of certain circles of our lives, and sometimes just be the you that you know you are.


Like myself, I know I'm not the life of any party. In fact, I love to bask in the company of good friends, but sometimes, these are the good friends who make me go mental along with them. Save a few bitchy statements or sarcastic remarks from me, the rest that I do is laugh, loudly. I just hope I won't resort to antics that are...too exaggerated to attract attention.


On an entirely different note,

Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe
that everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving
and the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face
makes me wish that I was never brought into this place
Secondhand Serande- Maybe


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It's Juling Birthday! Yay! Happy birthday to this wonderful girl/woman. Yep, she's like stuck with me for like since ever, and not once I've regretted. She's always been ever generous and caring to all around her.
Like, one in a gazibimillion.







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On another totally non-related seperate issue, I wonder how should I judge people sometimes.


Like by the way they type, cos there was this time I loathe people who type those sticky tabs way, you know, the BiGSmaLl and can't seem to spell properly kind. It was irritating, cos it was disgusting, as if that the words seemed to be honey-ed with a sickeningly act cute sweet voice.

Now I just think that it's a phase that some girls go through. Like they'll outgrow barbie dolls and plaits, they'll outgrow sticky tabs.

But it's just funny to see how they think it's unique or different to type that way. I mean, how do you really pronounce "euu"? Like, ew?

Then there's lobes, which is supposed to be "love". Now that's a word which I hardly see a link seriously.
Lobes, are like those dangly things on your ears, if you have it. How is it "love"? Seriously, weird.

Or by looks. Which is a totally lousy gauge of character, cos real beauty comes from within. If you're good-looking and of good character, that's a bonus.


Then there's this mess on my table. I never seem to be able to clear it up. Somehow when I return from camp everyweek, my darling mom'll clear it up nicely for me, but like give me two days and it's messy again. It's not like it was filled with books like how it was during the JC days, but now it's just with junk, wires for who knows what and some books/magazines. I WANT A NEAT TABLE! Help!


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It's almost too dangerous to go online now, if you haven't read the final Potter book.

Spoilers are flying everywhere, and I'm even too afraid to check my mail, or read comments on my blog.


Potter mania, Potter Fever, blame everything that goes wrong on that.


It's almost funny. A few million people are like suffering and look how caught up we are over a book that does nothing to our lives.


And I'm one of them. Great.


Anyway, enjoy the last book. I'll discuss with ya'll when I'm done with it.


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I just got a request from someone to add her on MSN from some online friend making account.


Firstly, I don't even update that account, and only got it cos I thought it would stop mails from the others to ask me to join that thingy. So what's on that profile of mine was only this photo of me playing my trumpet. And my name.


So, that leads me to wonder, what else could prompt someone to request me to be their friend?

Well, in case you were wondering, I didn't add her. I'm not such an random online friend making kinda person.


Soon after that, I told my friend, about that, then we said, maybe if she was hot, I'd add her. Which makes me uber shallow. But seriously, it wasn't me to just add somebody I've never met before, who posts gazillion photos of her head/face only, in seemingly similar poses, with slightly differnt angle to the tilt of the head. Very very disturbing, but then again, that's what she wants.


Ah well. People. Go figure.


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For all the skinny guys out there.


Don't envy us skinny guys. Half the time, it's not something we want to be. We just can't put on weight, no matter what we eat, nor how much we eat.

It's not our fault that we can't gain weight too. It's the metabolism, or it's just plain unlucky. You do know know right, it's worse for us skinny people, cos we do not know where all the fats go, and for all we can guess, they might be accumulated in some weird place in the body, like earlobes or even the eyelids. Gross.


Who says fat people have it harder to find clothes to wear? Nonsense I say. Just go down to any boutique and tell me you can't find the size XL. Now, look for size XS, and that's for guys. Unless we're into the grunge, hip-hop or baggy nine-tens(as opposed to three-quarters shorts), we don't appreciate the airy-ness of our t-shirts or the absolute-need-to-have-belt-if-not-it-falls-off-jeans.


Tell me this, have you ever ever ever ever, since a single ad on weight gaining programmes? Like heck never. I know there's this thing about slim pretty people, that kinda only applies to girls. Skinny guys have nearly no place in the world, and if they do, they're either drug addicts, scary freaky guys, dying, or non-existent.


Skinny guys do have inferiority complex at times too k. Tell me, with all those ads about guys protecting their partners, do you think any skinny guy'll have any chance of giving anyone that "sense of security"? And we do not have those firm shoulders to let anyone lean against or cry on. You'd get a concussion if you try. I know this from experience.


Half the time people are have weight issues other than skinny is the lack of exercise, or over eat. So that's kinda your fault, unless it's a medical thingy. Maybe that's the case for us too, but I know a few skinny people who exercise, but still, stickman.


So don't ever, tell me you're jealous of my skinniness.

Oh btw, this is just random.


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For the first time in my life, I had a near sleepless night.

Not because I was mugging for some big-ass exam or having fun, but rather I was very affected.
Not that I should be cos it did not concern me at all, not a single little bit, but it's just disturbing.



Anyway, I was wondering, while I was at the supermarket, that we're a damn gross bunch of people. I don't understand all the things we eat, and of all things fish head. That's almost disturbing. Stacks and stacks of heads which those glassy eyes staring at nothingness.

Freaky.


Oh yes, I've gotten my photocard licence, like the real one, the real plastic thingy. And gosh, I look like some dork. But that's a good thing. Imagine if I get caught for what not by some traffic police, he'd laugh his guts out and let me go instead.


We can always wish, can't we?


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Yeah I'm a friendster snooper, and so I don't leave my viewing thingy as anonymous.

That's how I came to find some Philippine's people viewing my profile.


Not one, but three. And they're not connected. Weird, but then again, Narcissistic me on some random day decided to see how many people shared my name(which I don't really like anyway.)

A few years ago it was only me in Singapore with this name, but now, it's majorly a Philippine name. Hmm.

Anyway, I was watching tv, which is a rare thing that I do, then they were having some advert about Campus Superstar having alot of viewers, like million something.

Well, I guess it's just how people like watching others fulfilling dreams that they had themselves. Like all the idol series, it's how people trying to fulfill their stardom fantasies that we all had from young watching TV, movies stars and all the radio songs.

It's like some hope that someday you would get the chance to be someone, that someone that'll be so often mentioned, that your name, no matter how awkward you've thought it sounded all your life, it'll be so smoothly said all over TV and it'll look absolutely normal on magazines.


Wouldn't you like that?

Yeah, as much as we all say we like to lead normal lives, there's always a lil bit of us that wants recognition, a lil fame, a lil bit to be someone.

Maybe we'll all get there someday.


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Gimme some credit for my amateurish skills.





















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As emo as emo goes, I don't even know why I'm feeling this way, cos maybe I'm not supposed to cos I told myself things are not as things were they were.


It's like, dreams are only dreams right? But they have to mean something if you keep having them over and over again, though it varies, but I think they mean the same thing, it's suppose to make me a better person.


You'd wish that someone actually tell you what dreams mean, and maybe life itself'll become easier to understand. At least you don't have to be responsible for your dreams.


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Home, from national day parade/combined rehearsal no.3/simulated many many things.


So many simulated fake stuff, but mostly at the pre-parade segment. I swear the pre-parade's the most boring one I've seen. Then again I've only watched like 2 pre-parades, so I can't be a very good judge can I?

National day parades were always exciting for me, since young I've looked forward to watching it on TV. Like everyone else, the years go on but I still feel a certain joy in watching the parade, and even more now that I understand the parade segment. Like, Orh, so that's what they're saying and that's why they're doing all that nonsense gibberish.

But now, the more I listen to those national songs, I think it's emotional blackmail.

Like all those catchy tune on things about it's where we belong, where our friends grow old with us, how our forefathers toiled to build a nation, together with really, really fake images about people smiling happily when they commute and work, in the port or some office and families in the park having fun, isn't it just trying to pull wool over our eyes about how crappy this place can really be, with the rising taxes and standard of living, and hectic crazy life here?

It's really nonsense sometimes, how we'd put up with lies, just for the sake of convenience.


Anyway, just bought Olvia's new album, Very new, just released yesterday, only got it by pure coincidence that I was at HMV just now when at town. It's just acoustic covers of classics, not bad, but I think she can't sing chinese to save her life. Haha, sad but she still has this crystal clear voice, it's scary.


Oh yes, in case anyone really wants to know, I'm still very happy from passing my driving test, which was totally unexpected, so much so that I didn't bother to bring photo for the license, which ended up a big problem for me in the end. I went to the studi to do an instant one, but that one ended like crap. So I had to retake one at home, like some 14yr old teenage girl with a shutter-crazed finger snapping pictures of myself grinning and smiling differently.

Ends up I had to trouble a few people to find out passport photo sizes so that I could try to resize the photo myself, and to try to print them so that I could submit the license application the next day. So much thanks to Mary-anne, Azhar, Audrey and Benny(esp. for printing it at such a late hour). Woohoo.

I WANNA WATCH TRANSFORMERS!!!


Ok, off to bed.

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So I've joined the league of drivers in S'pore.

By pure luck I think.


Woohoo. Watch out on the roads for me please, I may not be lucky second time. Hahah.


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Pitstop for Kenneth's birthday.

Beautiful sunset, very good sign of things to come.


Yeah, that birthday boy and me.
And guess what I found on the seat next to mine!
This too!

One of the games we played, Smartass. Fun. Weijian was the winner, lucky ass.

Apparently he's only ten, and no one wants to sit with him.

Happy, very.

Stairs, best place to random shoot.

Night time at Boat Quay. Very pretty, but sorry for the lousy camera.

All in all, happy birthday Kenneth~

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More than meets the Eye

That's Optimus Prime. He's like damn cool.
The normal bot mode.
The big badass but weird looking mode.



I forgot his name


And the Original Bumblebee. Cute eh.

A size comparision.
Bumblebee's really really puny.


No it's not Megatron, but Sixshot. Got this from China. But it's not a fake I swear.
This is him in robot mode, and there's still 5 other modes,

I've no idea who's he. But he's a baddie, i.e. Decepticon. Note the logo on the bonnet.




Cool eh. There's a few others, but they ain't the Autobots/Decepticons saga, so I'm too lazy to take photos and post them out here.

FYI, I had to dig through my storeroom to search for these few. Just had the urge, and yes, cos of the movie.

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Some days you wished you were rich and you could do whatever you wish you wanted to.


Like go to Europe, tour Paris and France, buy whatever you wanted at every impulse without giving a second thought about how would you survive for the future, or would it be a burden on your parents, OR if it's just a want or need.


I'm not saying I'm not satisfied with my life. Heck, I'm think I'm lucky plenty.

I've a computer with broadband access, a game console, decent mp3, a tv in my room, air-con which I rarely use, money to survive through the week and my folks pay for my driving lessons. My dad, mom and sis love me and constantly think I'm still the lil boy that hasn't grown up. I'm very grateful for all that.


But it's just some times you wish you could have things better, and maybe that'll make you a better person. But some days you just wished you could have anything at whim, and that'll be like the end of worrying about tomorrow. Just throw money at whatever comes our way, right? Seems that that's the approach that some leaders in the country thinks, if not, why the obscenely high pay?

Anyway let's not get started on that pay thingy.


You know, having money could solve alot of problems, like taking cabs anywhere I want, which means I can roughly be in more comfort, and sleep in a lil later, or enjoy outside more before rushing for buses(then again, since nearly everyone drives, and I WILL TOO SOON, so maybe that's not really an issue.)

Then again, taxis are stupid things, and the drivers along with them. I hate them when I drive( during lessons lar) and when I'm waiting for one. They never, never ever come when you want one. Like that night when FQ, Miah and I were waiting for one to get back to camp and all those buggers ignored us blatantly with a fake "hired" sign when it was obviously empty. Unless they offer spooky services to the hantus, I don't think our money is not worth as much as theirs k.


Buggers.

Anyway, if you're nice and very free, do do please please, pray and hope that I'll pass my driving this thursday. I promise I'll send you home once when we do go out.

Really!


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