the lone

I looked at Time Magazine and saw a tremendous photo of the massive destruction of the Tsunami-hit Aceh area, where every single building was destroyed except for one, the Mosque. To this I shall forever remember my religion, and that God always looks after us if we look after our religion. This proves one thing, that God is here. This is not the first picture that I saw of an aftermath of a natural disaster where the Mosque was the only building left standing (the other picture was of the earthquake-hit Turkey). I think there are a lot of signs that point towards the end of the world. Time is running short, so choose wisely boy.. Clocks by Coldplay Lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against You've put me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead Come out of things unsaid Shoot, an apple off my head. And the Trouble that cant be named The tiger's waiting to be tamed singin' You are You are Confusion never stops Closing walls and ticking clocks Gonna come back and take you home I could not stop but you now know, singin' Come out upon my seas, Curse missed opportunities Am I a part of the cure Or am I part of the disease, singin' You are, you are You are, you are You are, you are Nothing else compares. Oh, no nothing else compares Oh, no nothing else compares You are You are Home, home where I wanted to go Home, home where I wanted to go Home, home where I wanted to go Home, home where I wanted to go

my karma

there's an angel in our midst..
and i know her name..
but ooh she's so cripz..
i don't think i'm up to the game.

the way she moves gives me trauma..
i know that's how i feel..
but ooh she's so sexy mama..
i know my Karma is real.

singit

Daughters - John Mayer I know a girl She puts the color inside of my world She's just like a maze Where all of the walls all continually change And I've done all I can To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands Now I'm starting to see Maybe it's got nothing to do with me Fathers be good to your daughters Daughters will love like you do Girls become lovers who turn into mothers So mothers be good to your daughters too Oh, you see that skin? It's the same she's been standing in Since the day she saw him walking away Now she's left Cleaning up the mess he made Fathers be good to your daughters Daughters will love like you do Girls become lovers who turn into mothers So mothers be good to your daughters too Boys, you can break You'll find out how much they can take Boys will be strong And boys soldier on But boys would be gone without warmth from A woman's good, good heart On behalf of every man Looking out for every girl You are the god and the weight of her world So fathers be good to your daughters Daughters will love like you do Girls become lovers who turn into mothers So mothers be good to your daughters, too So mothers be good to your daughters, too So mothers be good to your daughters, too

'twas Tuas

Oh the undying of my blog begins NOW.
I love holidays especially when they are coming and I'm in full anticipation. I love it because I really get to catch up on sleep. Meaning I get to wake up at lunchtime. :) I love holidays because when I was young, there would definitely be family outings, to East Coast Park to cycle, to Sentosa to go on the monorail, to Marina South for kite flying, somewhere somehow, it was very nice. Holidays nowadays are very different. No more east coast, marina south, sentosa family outings. no more really. Right now, I'm the only one home, while my dad is in KL, my mum at the JB house, my sister and brother both out with their friends. Maybe I'm just a homebody.

But I've got to say something about my Tuas experience.
Last Monday, on the morning before Chemistry common test, I had told my mum that I was going to school. I had to cab to Tuas checkpoint to meet Mr Wong, the kind tour guide for our malaysia trip. He had promised to meet me there at 11am to deliver my spectacles for me. You see, the story is I had left my glasses in my hotel room. Because me adzfar and chang wen didn't know we had to pack everything up for the final match in KL. So we had only 5 mins to pack, we rushed to find all our stuff and forgot to check the room twice to make sure we didn't leave anything behind. Stupid, I had left my Silhouette glasses on the sink. It only occurred to me that I had left it behind in the bus, after the match, when we were well out of KL. Peiqian had wanted to watch the tele but had no glasses, so he wanted to borrow mine. I opened my specs casing only to find it empty. So i pleaded to the Tour Guide to help me find it. And so he did. Saturday night, he called me to arrange for the meeting on Monday, giving me his handphone no. and the location to meet (which was specific enough, saying to meet at the Bus Terminal, "the very last one"...) He said we was worried that the fragile specs would be damaged if he sent it by courier, so he'd rather send it personally, anyway he was with another tour group to Singapore. So on Monday morning, I quickly cabbed to Tuas Checkpoint, having a very nice chat with the taxi driver, who says he'd probably "drive until I die ah"... He immediately knows I was from raffles, and asked me whether I ponned school. Of course not, I told him I had exams and told him my missing specs story. Then he asked, wah, "exams still can go tour in the holidays ar?" I told him yeah can. Anyway, he dropped me off at the SBS Bus Terminal, which i thought isn't the right location because I thought that mR wong wanted to wait for me at the Bus checkpoint because he said "the very last one". So i walked about 200m to the checkpoint before being stopped by a "NO TRESPASSING" sign and a policeman. He told me to go away, this is not a waiting area, you must not wait here. I didn't know what to tell him so i just walked away to the BUs terminal. Then I waited, it was already 11am. I dont want Mr Wong to wait for me, after all his troubles. So i walked to the checkpoint again, and asked if he could accompany me to find Mr Wong at the checkpoint. I was getting desperate. I have chem exam in around 2 hours so i must retrieve my glasses quickly. The policeman really hates me. He was laughing as I stood in the hot sun trying to spot Mr wong. He asked me for bus number la, hp no which is i think the wrong number that mr wong gave me, all that. I didnt know. I waited and waited and then gave up. As i walk back to the bus terminal planning what i'm going to tell my parents (cos they still didnt know what happened to my silhouette glasses), i saw this fisherman walking in the opposite direction across the drain. "Eh Raffles boy, you lost ah?" and started sniggering. I told him No, I'm meeting someone. Then he asked again, But you must be lost here! I said no, I'm meeting a friend who's passing me my glasses. Then he laughed ang walked on. I was desperate. Then I saw this bus, and a stumpy man walked out. It was Mr wong. Haha, yes. He really brought back my silhouette glasses, and chang wen's PE set. hahaha. I felt damn bloody happy after that!

NOW

Up til now, not one cca in school that I know of will have the team waking up at 6.15am for morning run, what more, with barely 3 hours of sleep the night before. Not one cca in school have so many inexperienced players before, players who have played the game before in sec schools. Ah guess what, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore. Football is football. The trip up north to KL was really a different experience. The Now is more important. I'm gone. This blog will die for a while and maybe it'll come around again... til then.

who in this world would...

who in this world would... ...splash his shit all over the toilet cubicle because it's so urgent he can't hold it in any longer? ...want to push the grand piano in LT2 off the rooftop in school, along with his burnt notes and burnt uniform? ...dig his nose in the bus and fiddle with it and threaten to flick it onto his wife, thinking that noone saw him? ...get smacked in the face so hard that his specs got stuck to his face & he had to go to the clinic to get it removed? ...pee from the seventh floor of parkway parade onto the pavement full of people below? ...pee into an empty bottle in the bus along a malaysian highway, only to have his captain drink from the same bottle later? ...say that he honestly wants to help others during medicine interview only to be asked, "Would you consider becoming a nurse?" ...start rubbing lubricating gel on another person's arms and say that it actually felt good? ...burn his own hair when trying to show how dangerous fire can be? ...have a 2m long dick? I know who.

its that time again

its that time again..
when school work just seems to grow and grow like the beanstalk
when the training pitch looks like the end of a battlezone, still
when the eerie silence of dawn makes you hate the idea of getting into the shower
when friends are always there but not there too at the same time
when family refuge also fails
when television becomes your drug
when the bedroom is nothing without the wondrous bed
when the boys are yucky and the girls are ugly
and
when season is comin'......