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Sunday, January 30, 2005
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Stay tuned... Friday, January 28, 2005
Alright dudes! I'm back by popular demand!
Well, to continue on the topic that i'm "POOR" or FUCKING "POOR". I have to say that i have chosen a risky path, which is to bet on soccer matches. As XY once said in his book, The Tainted Life, Life is all about taking risks. Thus, I chose the path... But frankly speaking, I'm good at betting man or should i say i'm good at giving money to SingaporePools for no apparent reasons. As my friend Confucius(Darren Yeo) or what shyt once said, 'once you bet, you will be forever stuck in a POVERTY CYCLE'. I think he is darn accurate and i shall recommend him to be a fortune teller or what. I'm trapped in a poverty cycle now with no money to buy NEW YEAR clothings! Damn it! If i could turn back time, I will grabbed the money from my father b4 quarreling with him! How about that? Damn, next week is a grueling and torturous week. I'm getting ready in my kevlar coat to face the battle with my head held high! I'm the best person to ever grace this mortal world, don't you guys agree? My fart refreshes the polluted air, my godly aura lights up the world Earth and my armpit darkens the Earth at night. How sweet right! Alright! Enough of this bullshyt, i'm in the middle of a lesson now. Catch up with you guys later, in a few hours? I certainly hoped so. I'mma gonna let my eyes do the work oogling at the babes(actually hunks, i'm gay.) during lunch to recharge my POWER. Later!
Wassup to dudes out there...
Damn! My life is getting miserable as the days pass by. Well, I have just finished hanging my laundry(lingerie) and thus to end my day, i BLOG. Been washing the clothes by MYSELF ever since the VOLCANO erupted a week back. Is this the independence that i sought for 17 yrs(almost 18years)? Haha(Fake laughter though)... I think doing the laundry is actually FUN! I can take the chance to add more fabric softener so i smell better?*Evil Grin* unlike someone... Yes! that's you! I can also waste Singapore's water by changing the water level to HIGH all the time to wash just 5 shirts? =X There's not much atmosphere at home, the only sound you can hear is the incessant humming of the fan's engine. So dramatic huh. On money terms, I'm POOR, FUCKING POOR. Pardon me for my language though but the blog is for me to vent frustration!!! My bank balance is diminishing by day and i can't find any means to bring it back to the $100 mark! If i were to increase it, i would have to do part time job which means i'll have to sacrifice my schoolwork! How can I RIGHT! I COULD! BUT, i think i sinned bad in my past life, and fucking group mates come about like J.LO changing husband. I have to do the truckload of project and shit MOSTLY by myself. Luckily, I'm mild-mannered by nature, i took it in my stride and MARCH ON TO GLORY(C Grade I think)! Damn, why am i talking cock here so late at night when i have a fucking 8am lesson later? Er... I'll be back in a few hours though. Stay tuned and anyway, in time to come, there will be a special guest appearing on my blog. Er.. I mean writing on my blog. His/her identity remains a mystery to me but i do know one special characteristic he/she possesses. He/She makes head turns when he/she sashays down the corridor or what la. Not because of looks though, its his/her ......... To be continued..... Time to get my ass off this not-so-comfortable seat of mine. Night dudes. P.S My hours is days or weeks or months or even years like those of Heaven Time Zone (HTZ) +100000 Sunday, January 23, 2005
Hmmm... Nothing to do at home so i decided to post SONG of The Day =/ It's been a long time. Well, i can always use the excuse that 'i'm plain lazy' or 'i'm simply busy!' Damn, i have unravel 2 gems! Precious ones too =X they are Kelly Clarkson and Lindsay Lohan(Lowen). Damn it, their album is SIMPLY wonderful !!! But, i have decided to post Kelli's song as i like her more than Lindsie(MY GOOD FRIEND HAHHA!) =/
Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson ... Seems like just yesterday You were a part of me I used to stand so tall I used to be so strong Your arms around me tight Everything, it felt so right Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong Now I can't breathe No, I can't sleep I'm barely hanging on ... Here I am, once again I'm torn into pieces Can't deny it, can't pretend Just thought you were the one Broken up, deep inside But you won't get to see the tears I cry Behind these hazel eyes ... I told you everything Opened up and let you in You made me feel alright For once in my life Now all that's left of me Is what I pretend to be So together, but so broken up inside 'Cause I can't breathe No, I can't sleep I'm barely hangin' on ... Here I am, once again I'm torn into pieces Can't deny it, can't pretend Just thought you were the one Broken up, deep inside But you won't get to see the tears I cry Behind these hazel eyes ... Swallow me then spit me out For hating you, I blame myself Seeing you it kills me now No, I don't cry on the outside Anymore... ... Here I am, once again I'm torn into pieces Can't deny it, can't pretend Just thought you were the one Broken up, deep inside But you won't get to see the tears I cry Behind these hazel eyes ... Here I am, once again I'm torn into pieces Can't deny it, can't pretend Just thought you were the one Broken up, deep inside But you won't get to see the tears I cry Behind these hazel eyes ... ... Because of You - Kelly Clarkson ... ... I will not make the same mistakes that you did I will not let myself Cause my heart so much misery I will not break the way you did, You fell so hard I've learned the hard way To never let it get that far ... Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt Because of you I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me Because of you I am afraid ... I lose my way And it's not too long before you point it out I cannot cry Because you know that's weakness in your eyes I'm forced to fake A smile, a laugh everyday of my life My heart can't possibly break When it wasn't even whole to start with ... Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt Because of you I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me Because of you I am afraid ... I watched you die I heard you cry every night in your sleep I was so young You should have known better than to lean on me You never thought of anyone else You just saw your pain And now I cry in the middle of the night For the same damn thing ... Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt Because of youI try my hardest just to forget everything Because of you I don't know how to let anyone else in Because of you I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty Because of you I am afraid ... Because of you Because of you ... ... My favourite 2 songs from Kelli's album but the rest are just as good!
Friday, January 21, 2005
HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001-
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. Stole this story from my sister's blog. I find it meaningful enough to share with you guys. Sad sad story.
Hola! I'm back. Damn, i'm feeling kind of lost now. Been through plenty of trauma but this is the worst so far. Ain't gonna elaborate on it as it is a family issue.
Meanwhile, is it your dog? 
Damn, can u imagine if it is in a rage? You wouldn't want to be in the guy's shoe =/ Saturday, January 01, 2005
Yay! Went to The Nation's Countdown @ Sentosa! Haha... Video-ed Taufiq Batisah's 'I Dream' Music Video and 'Live' Performance. Therefore, only a few pictures! Haha.. Relax one corner dudes!
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