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Helloween

Sole Survivor

I got that fever
Burning my head
So many memories
No tear so shed
Burns like a fire
Who stole my aims?
My comrade fighters
Been sent astray

How could I know
What others had in mind for me?
How would they know
What measures I take?

Sole survivor
Of a kill without alert sing your feelings out
Your song remains unheard
Sole survivor

We shared like brothers
A light in the black
Totally blended
Bold and erect
But we've grown intriguers
Till it's too late
Time has brought fire
Fear, greed and hate

Now I'm cryin'
Shattered on the ground
All I find
Has died anyway

Sole survivor
Of a kill without alert sing your feelings out
Your song remains unheard
Sole survivor
Got a voice without a sound
Mean mistreaters
Took away your ground
Sole survivor

Got this email from a buddy... Hilarious, but quite true.

I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people ae just assholes.

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it takes just suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I've learned that you can get by on charm for about 15 minutes. After that, you better have a big willy or huge knockers.

I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others, they are more screwed up than you think.

I've learned that you can keep on vomitting long after you think you've finished.

I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.

And I feel that time’s a wasted go
So where ya going to tommorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And I feel it

Where ya going for tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And she feels it

Where ya going to tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it

Where ya going for tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it

It was a dark and gloomy morning... Rain was pouring on our dear BKE, and dear old me was squeezing through traffic to get to school. All was well, when suddenly a malaysian kapchai swerved in front of me from behind a car, and hit me on my front tyre with its rear wheel. So off I skidded, bike sliding to my left, body falling to the right. My shoulder banged into a citycab taxi (forcefully enough to leave yellow paint marks on my jacket, which i was to discover later). Foot got stuck under my bike, which I managed to push off. Luckily a fellow motorist, and the taxi which i fell onto stopped to assist me. All this while the angel who hit me had already sped off into the distance.

With their help, managed to push my bike to the shoulder, where I, all dazed, thanked them for their help and asked them to be on their way, as traffic was building up, and i was starting to get my own fellowship of spectators.

Only after lighting a cigarette and having a long puff did i start to assess the damage. Bike: bent handle bar, bent rear brake pedal, cracked headlight, and various scrapes on the paint and metal work, and tyres which needed changing. Damage to my body: burnt and sprained foot, scraped and swollen knee, scraped, sprained and bruised shoulder, and yes, an aching ass.

Managed to get to school, get some first aid on, some alcohol in my body, and then headed off to the workshop to get the repairs done.

Hopefully it's the first of many to come, and hopefully each time i'm able to talk about it the next day. It's not a big deal actually, but am too drugged on panadol and alcohol to care. It's the 13th... thought 13 was supposed to be my lucky number.

And oh yes, before i forget, to the clown who hit me and sped off, may the wrath of a thousand fleas from a thousand camels be upon you!

Got a bike about a month ago!!! A honda phantom 200.

Oh how I miss pushing people when exiting the mrt... hmmmm...

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And yes, this shall be the highlight of my morning...

i have a cell phone.
i have friends that use me.
i am an only child.
i love dangly earrings.
i love cold weather.
i'm obsessed with the computer.
i have shot a gun before.
i can't live without music.
i have no tolerance of ignorant people.
i have ridden on a motorcycle before.
i'll be in this town forever.
i've been to 5 other countries.
i get annoyed easily.
i eventually want kids.
i have neat handwriting.
i have more than a few horrible memories.
i am addicted to chocolate.
i am an atheist.
i love airplane rides.
i love taking pictures.
i hate people who are fake.
i can be mean when i want to.
my parents care about my grades.
one of my best friends is a girl.
i have way too many wallets.
i'm obsessed with lip gloss.
i am easy to talk to.
i would never eat raw fish. (again..i spat it out the first time i tried)
i cry easily. (nowadays)

i hate when people are late.
i procrastinate.
i love winter.
i have too many clothes for my closet/dresser.
i love to sleep.
i wish i were smarter.
i'm afraid of flying.
i hate drama.
i bite my nails. (only when i'm nervous or tensed)
i have been on an 8 hour drive.
i never fight with my parents.
i love the beach.
i have never had the chicken pox.
i have gone out in public in my pajamas.
i can't control my emotions.
i have a best friend.
i have moved more than once.
i truly love my friends.
i have (had) braces.
i have never broken a bone.
i hate my computer.
i love girls that play the drums.
i state the obvious.
i'm a happy person.
i love to dance.
i love to sing.
i love cleaning my room.
i tend to get jealous very easily
i love cute underwear.
i love night better than day.
i don't like to study for tests.
i have been on the phone for over 5 hours.
i am too forgiving.
i have horrible sense of direction.
i miss elementary school.
i'm a daddy's boy/girl. (was)
i love the color pink.
i love to sew.
my eye color changes.
i should see a therapist.
i played on a girls sports team.
i become stressed easily.
i hate/detest liars.
i love the smell of rain.
i love my family.
i hate needles.
i am a perfectionist.
i always wanted to learn to play the drums.
i hate the feeling of failure.
i have friends in other countries.
i know how to cook.
i can be quite selfish.
at times, i still act like a little kid.
i have food allergies.
i love to read.
i wish i were more motivated for school.
i love getting stuff in the mail.
i have problems with letting go of old feelings.
i hate being alone.
i love summer.
i love the weekends.
i love black eyeliner. (understatement)
i think I'm a looker.
i type with one hand.
i live in a one story house.
i wear make-up.
i have never rode on an underground subway.
i can't swim.
i have bad memories.
i go to church.
i sing in the shower.
i hate cheerleaders.
i usually get what i want.
i have been on stage before.
i love roller coasters.
no one knows my full story of my life.
i am close to my parents.
i don't have a curfew.

Just realised... could this have been just for the ladies?...

Am doomed to stay at home throughout this fortnight. Had a high fever and flu at the beginning of last week and was bedridden for about 3 days. Was feeling much better during the weekend and managed to meet up with some old buddies for some clubbing.

Went to the Liquid Room, a place isolated from mohd sultan. Not exactly my genre for a sat night outing but despite the abundance of ladies, the place was too packed for comfort. Even the little 'vip' corner got crowded after midnight.

And all i knew was sleeping early sun morning. And then i woke up in the afternoon with a bad case of sore eyes. Investigations proved that i got infected from my sister, who had sore eyes, and laid on my bed to watch tv. So guess that the sheets got infected somehow...

And slowly the ailments got added onto with fever, sorethroat, cold, blah blah blah... So guess I need to waste another week of mopping around at home...

Am finally getting a chance to type after getting back from a weeks trip at mersing. For the uninformed, mersing is at the northeast of johor, about 140km from jb. It's where my dad and his siblings used to grow up, and it's where I've spent every deepavali and many a weekend at, since I was in diapers.

As usual the whole jing jang gang were there... About 15 families and 4 generations worth of people. And it feels great to have so much family around, catching up with those we haven't seen for a while. Having aunts, uncles, grannies, sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews all under one roof is quite heartwarming. 

Us guys had plenty of booze pre-ordered to last us for the 6 days we were there. Beer for the hot afternoon sun, liqour for the cool nights. And since we're indians, you know that that means that there was a whole lot of booze. We never went to bed sober. And since it was the festive period, there was an abundance of snacks and foods. Goat, turkey, chicken, fish, wild boar, prawn, quail, etc etc all made to our dinner plates. We ate and drank so much that i was one a steady dose of eno. But despite the heartburn, i still screwed and ate as per normal. No use letting good food go to waste, or to other people's stomaches.

Am finally quite recovered from all the intake there, and am back to my ever busy lifestyle of work and school.

Fuck.

Have finally gotten too old for 'chim' phones. Was tired with the weight and lag of my old phone, so went and traded it in for a simpler phone. Thought of getting the k750i, but i feelt that too many of the functions will go wasted. So, got the samsung e730. Am still trying to get used to a completely new interface. So personalised msg tone, fucked up batt life.

This is how bored i am. Am reduced to a state where i end up talking abt my financial purchases.

It's been some time since I've stopped getting pissed at certain characters in our society... Figured that my anger or 'pissness' can be better channelled. So nowadays, if I do come across something that disgruntles me, I just heave a big sigh of disappointment. And to those who have a lack of manners and courtesy and indulge yourselves in acts that irritate others, don't worry, it ain't your fault. It's not your fault that you were brought up the way you were. Don't blame yourself for not having the intellectual fortitude to think for yourselves about your own actions.

So, here's a list of my peeves...

1) Spitters (especially the old men who give a big loud build up of clearing their throats before flinging the slob at the walkway right in front of them)

2) Sneezers (only those use a thumb to cover one nostril before they blow out phlegm from the other, usually leaving a portion hanging on)

3) Folks who don't brush their teeth or bathe in the mornings, and sit/stand beside me.

4) Men who need to prove their manhood by kicking or stomping on tinier creatures like roaches, cats and dogs.

5) People who look at you like you're an alien when you politely greet them with a "hi" or a "good morning".

6) Cynics and hypocrites (you're numero uno on my list actually)

7) Dates who behave like your wife

8) People who think that an arguement is won by the one who can speak the loudest

9) People who complain about their jobs/school. If you don't like it, don't f*****g do it.

10) People who complain about racism in job application (eg. chinese speaking required). If you don't like the employer, don't become the employee.

11) Indians who are embarrassed about speaking their mother tongue with fellow indians in public.

12) Ladies who wear revealing dresses and get pissed at guys who stare at them, especially when at the revealing areas. If it pisses you off, don't show it, or stay at home.

13) Commuters who stand right in the middle of the doorway when you're exiting the MRT. How big do the arrows on the ground need to be before you notice it? (actually i don't mind them. they do provide me with some rugby practise, cos i never give way)

14) People who don't mind paying a ridiculous 70-200k for a car, but complain when the price of chicken rice goes up by 50cents.

15) People who block the exit in buses... (again, more rugby practise)

16) Civil serveants who preach about loyalty and service to the nation. You being paid to do what you do right? If you're so dedicated, why don't you work for free.

17) That cigarettes costs more than steak

18) That beer costs more then petrol

Well, enough for now... Shall be back with a sequel if anything else pops into mind.

There have been recent cases of bloggers getting arrested for stuff they post. Mainly for being too open about their personal views. It seems rather comforting that these bigits and racists are getting it socked to them. Or is it really a sane punishment for speaking your mind?

Issues have thus been raised in the forum sections of the newspapers recently about the issue of free speech. These bloggers have been deemed breakers of the law for their racist views, as it seems these writings will 'incite unrest, and encourage racist sentiments'. Singapore is extra proactive with this issue because of our supposed multiracial meritocracy.

Isn't everyone entitled to his/her own views, no matter how outrageous they may seem to another. At least these guys have got the nuts to speak their mind. Stop arresting people who are true to themselves. He's a racist, so be it. If the legal system is accusing him of 'inciting' these unhealthy sentiments, I propose something.

Arrest the idiots who allow themselves to be 'incited' by these writings. Everybody has an individual brain, independent of thought. If you're stupid enough to be influenced by another person, you deserve to have your dodo ass hauled to isolation.

Like right now. If you feel that the accused bloggers are guilty, and are opposed and unhappy with my opinions, and allow my views to modify the way that you feel, you've just proven my point.

In my dear homeland of Chinkapore, it seems to be, that if you are accused of chopping up someone, you are automatically presumed to be guilty. The second major case of the chop ups are running in the news nowadays. First we had the man vs the chinawoman( who got chopped up and dumped near the river) , and we have the filipino vs the filipino (who got chopped and dumped at (1)her head at her favourite hang out spot at orchard, (2)her body at her favourite make out spot at macritchie).

In both cases, the accused has been denied legal cousel till late. Reasons stated by our dear legal system is 'as not to hinder in ongoing investigations'. Meaning those accused are not allowed to know about the law and their rights until the police is done messing them up. Frankly, i mean, what the fuck?!

In the previous case, the accused was a singaporean, so maybe he had some faint ideas of his rights, but now we have a filipino domestic worker (please note that i used the term domestic worker and not maid :-) ) who is accused, and i can place my bets that she knows nuts about our law.

Citing past experience, where me and some buddies have had our share of hustling foreign workers from india and bangladesh at serangoon road, they get quite panicky when the police or immigration is mentioned. So i can only imagine what is happening to our dear Guen Garlejo Aguilar at Police Cantonment Complex.

Anyway, like anything I blab about here is gonna change the fuck ups in this land...