Was supposed to go out with my Mum yesterday, but she had gastric pain and stuff, resulting in a postponed schedule... Which leads us to the fact that we were going today.


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Obviously I arose at an unearthly hour, (not as unearthly as some of you,) and headed off to White Sand(s?) before my Mum and younger brother. Obviously, Pasir Ris isn't that far from Tampines, technically only one MRT station, but guess what, I'm going to prove to you that I'm a major retard.

My Mum told me to take 17, I was like, 'Oh. Ok.' So after taking a shower and all that crap, I went downstairs. I got on the first 17, took 2 stops, and realised this was probably the wrong direction. When I alighted, I saw the words 'Pasir Ris'. (God-damn-it this was the interchange it CAME FROM.) Not realising that fact, I waited for the next fucking 17, cursing myself in the process, thinking I wasted a lot of time. By the time I got onto the second one, I realised that it was going to... Bedok. And I do know, I take 17 every week to my tuition teacher's house. I told my Mum and she was obviously impatient and peeved at that fact. I ended up taking the MRT.

Cheng Yuan Hong has an IQ of 20. [Proven.]


Remember, I take the bus every week. What was in me?


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So in the end I just got some assesments to spice up my life. Sorry Mum. Muddle-headed today, I guess. In the end it turned out to be a very normal and quite pleasant trip. Maybe, maybe, I should go start cracking my brains for...


New year RESOLUTIONS!


Duh, bitch.

Damn, couldn't find a solo picture of him.




But anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHENGYEW!


Cheng Yew - Heck of a funny guy, always makes training lively. Good boy he is. I forgot, and nice and hell. And I'm falling in love with him. Don't say! Or else Seng Wei will kill me.


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Oh my god.


THE BIRTHDAY BOY!
And so aptly with gay hair. Haha!

I'm saying that with a lot of enthusiasim, and I guess you figured. With the year coming to an end, we somehow have to run through our one and only 2005, no?

I had a draft of this a few days back, (as I've said and said again,) but anyways, let me get this re-done. Technically this doesn't count as an account of my daily life, right? I hope.

First and foremost, let's just start with studies. Technically, that's what... ALL GOOD BOYS start with. Anyway, I didn't do like excellent, and I failed Chemistry, (no doubt about that,) but like my Dad mentioned, my level ranking did go up. He noticed it first too... So, that says something, although much is left to be desired. What can I say? Who doesn't try hard for the O's? I don't really know.

Definitely, what comes up next is the, or are the loves of my life. Softball, as my CCA, and soccer, the sport I've been watching for all my life, (since I know what Newcastle thrashing Manchester United 5-0 was. LALALALA.) So it wasn't a pretty year in the form of medal hauls for us. How many can we get anyway? Yes, but there's nowhere to go but forward. It'll be last year. We'll do something. Soccer wise, I think... Maybe my relations with Uncle Dennis improved. He's the good neighbour! Lol. Newcastle United stays in my heart, one way or another. It's something I'll hold on to.

I know it's shocking. I read. I READ. But anyways I basically learnt about a few more wonderful authors, which I think I mentioned a few posts before, namely Dean Koontz, Jeffrey Deaver, Stephen Frey... Wonderful wonderful. Oh too bad bastards, you don't read.



Been thinking for a few months, days, hours, minutes. Can't really give you an exact figure, but I'm trying to figure some stuff out. Something like, 'Under this facade lies an egostic bastard.'





Probably me.


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This ain't much but I left out quite a lot, I know. Friends and all, camps and all. Been believing I don't really have enemies, (although I do dislike people,) although you could disprove that.

But still...

I love...


ALL MY FRIENDS!

From Kenny Sia's blog.



Kenny: Have you seen King Kong?
Andy: Yeah.
Andy: I'm looking at him right now.
Kenny: :(



I know how you feel.

Hi!
I am so gay.
Hahahahahaha.

Really.

Habbo Hotel is as gay as a monkey's ass. PLEASE DO NOT BE A CROWD FOLLOWER, and get your balls burnt. COME ON.



Oh well, there's so much to work on. My brother's never going to be a cool guy at the rate he's going. And I ain't either.

I can't believe they gave the fucking OWN GOAL to Shay Given. I don't know. By the way, Seetow, it was by no means Shay Given's fault. He's one of, if not the best goalkeeper in the English Premier League. That reaction save was just pure class. But then again, as my title suggests, I feel sorry for him.


Why?


Make a guess.

The screwed up Newcastle defence, of course. I'm at a loss for words. Like I said in my Haloscan, I got another post done up halfway. But I'm not going to post it so soon... I guess.


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So let me just skim throught the shiz I went through yesterday. Ok, I meant shit. I woke up, actually it was us... Or was it we? No matter, a whole group of twelve people, namely me and the other two families, (my neighbours), dragged ourselves out of bed at 6.45 am, and left at about 7 am. For breakfast. My grandfather was the propogator. Hardcore? Hardcore. Uh yeah. So I came home like half awake, and I didn't have a very good sleep the night before. Groggily, I watched 'The Bourne Supremacy' with my neighbour. He knows the lines, watched it about... I don't know. A lot of times.

So... Next was 'The Bourne Identity', which rendered a spell on me. It was a VCD and I fell asleep after the first CD finished playing. Wonderful. Nothing much happened after that. Except at night we had a buffet dinner. And I bypassed lunch. Lol.

Oh yes, Happy Birthday Auntie Grace! Yesterday was her birthday. Boxing Day child. Well... Yea. Think she enjoyed the surprise and stuff done up by her children and husband.

Self-trained in the morning today with Ben Oh, Edmund and Leo. Lighten up Leo, all's well. And got my hair cut. Oh, who cares. I still look human.




I love...
You, you, you and...

DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE!

1)That I didn't wish you Merry Christmas.
2)That I slept until 1.30. In the afternoon.
3)That I'm having... Fast food for lunch.
4)That I'm going to be stuck at home the whole day.
5)That all you bastards are having fun out there.
6)I couldn't really be bothered.

Merry Christmas. Come look for me if you still feel un-merry.

Title says it all.

Stop this confusion, you bastard. Things will be fine. I'm suffering from the 'Everybody's-celebrating-Christmas-but-I-hardly-care-and-it-still-affects me' Syndrome. I'll be fine.





Oh yes. Fuck it. I could never miss that out. Never.


This blog entry is by no means a reflection of how I feel now. Not at all.

1 hour from Christmas. I'm hardly emotional, I'm barely flinching. While every other one of you is soaking yourselves in the 'festive spirit', I'm blogging. I find no reason to go out of my way to celebrate Christmas, but, I hope you people are enjoying yourselves. I mean, everybody has like smiles on their faces, happy and all, laughing, meeting old friends... Making new ones. It's a god-damned joyous occasion. Except maybe for my little bro. Not going to touch on that, quite a sensitive and... Tacky subject. Well, what I believe is that although I keep saying he sucks in Badminton, I think he still can make something out of it. He's just being impeded by a fucking selfish coach and maybe things will get better when he's in Secondary school. I definitely hope he gets something out of it.

Afterall, he has 4 or 5 rackets and I don't want the money my parents spent on him to go to waste. He's a agile little one. He'll do fine. After he grows up a little. Haha.


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I don't know. Rather pointless entry.


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Oh well. Thanks for all your presents and cards and chocolates and everything. Greatly appreciated.

Still feeling so stoned... Death Cab for Cutie is a good band! Go listen.

Today marks the 8th day of the revision course. Finally. It doesn't feel good to wake up so early on a holiday and realise you're not going for training. Not for me at least... That also reminds me... I have a damn Chinese composition to finish. Which is also known as zuowen. Save me.

I'm becoming those 'Oh today I wore my Billabong shirt, Quiksilver bermudas, black socks, Nike dunks and went out to Wisma with my friends' type of blogger. How depressing. Although I still insist my memory sucks, but it seems I've more to rant about on my daily life. No, actually I'm lying. But I was very peeved with myself when I realised my Mp3 player ran out of battery early in the morning. Day in, day out, I've been blasting Slipknot into my infested mind without fail. Crap, when I start hearing babies wailing, gossiping aunties chatting, bimbos whining, guys crapping, it's harder for me take. I really am amazed that I'm becoming so... Freaky. At one point, I almost gone half a year with no earphones. That had to suck man, that had to suck. I can't go through a day properly without my mp3 now. Urgh.

So it was like somebody poured a bucket of cold water over me, early in the morning. Although my mum said something, no, allowed me to do something before I stepped out of the house this morning. Nothing major, but it neutralised (Acid + Alkali = Salt + Water. LOL.) the effect of 'losing' one of my most important possesions in the morning. Oh man. Am I whining hard or am I bitching loudly?


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I refuse to comment on the lessons. I mean they're fine and all, no biggie. So basically I ended up making two friends... Like I've mentioned earlier. Cool. No girls. Zilch. Zip. Zero. (Often seen in Dean Koontz's books!)


How cool, Cheng Yuan Hong.


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Mentioning books brings me to the fact that I made a trip down to Borders today, armed with $60 worth of vouchers. Yessssir. Dad got it pretty long ago. Wanted to grab Stephen Frey/David Baldacci/Dean Koontz/Jeffrey Deaver but I ended up with...


Da Vinci Code-ish. Bound to grab my attention. Didn't read his first two novels though. Should be fine.


Pulitzer Prize for Fiction 2005. Can't wait to read.


Swastika? Yep. Good plot. Reminds me of Jeffrey Deaver's 'Garden of the Beasts'. Set in World War 2 and all. Delicious.


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That's it.
Well, I think I look ok with it. I guess. Too good for me? I'll never know.


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Haha, and that retarded staircase made me fall. Fortunate that I didn't,

1)Roll down the stairs.
2)Get my handphone/Mp3 crushed.
3)Get my new books crushed TOO.
4)Bleed. (Only a few scratches, yesssssir.)

And last but not least...
5)Nobody saw me fall. Great.

First time I fell there I've been like walking down that stupid staircarse leading to the basement carpark for about everyday this and last week. And today wasn't even the wettest day. Something's wrong with me.

The ordeal is over. Let me get you a list of the cars he wanted to see.




BMW. Ferrar. Honda. Lamborghini. Mazda. Mercedes-Benz. Porsche. Volkswagen.


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Not alot? He's 4. 3 years and 9 months to be exact. I feel like a retard. The coolest thing I knew when I was small was...

Newcastle 5 Manchester United 0. Sorry, I'm not much of a car-enthuisiast. Maybe it's because both his parents are car dealers. Notice he left out Nissan, Toyota, and other Japanese brands which I can't be bothered to think about. Except for Honda & Mazda. Oh who cares. I just feel... Retarded.


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To add to this retardation...

Go check this shit out. Haha.


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Finally got to check out my alter-ego, King Kong. Heck of a show. 3 hours worth of emotional... Scenes. Joking. Not a real tearjerker. But indeed, beauty kills the beast. I mean, it ain't such a lousy/boring show some of you make it out to be.

Honest.


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Glad that was to your liking. Thanks, and thanks again.

Or not. As I was telling Ernest, I got it when I was rolling down the blinds. Cool eh?

Anyway, did I tell you? I dreamt Newcastle beat the crap out of Man Utd. On penalties. In the FA Cup. I dreamt that I dreamt, so the first thing I wanted to do when I woke up was...

Check Soccernet.


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I know I rule. I am listening to Jay Chou now. For those witnessing this once-in-a-lifetime special, do take a screenshot of my personal message, or something. Maybe you could blackmail me, you know.


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I was getting somewhere with the dreams. Last night I slept without the air-conditioner. I woke up three times in the middle of the night. I was perspiring as if I was running 2.4. Crazy? I had like three separate dreams, blur now, but still. Cool as hell. Like thrice in one night? Now, that's special. I think I hear my Mum telling me...

GO AND SLEEP.


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I really did dream that Newcastle beat Man Utd, 5-4, on penalties in the FA Cup! Honest! Lol, this is getting repetitive.

Actually I wanted to blog about Dean Koontz and how his books blow my mind apart. Damn it was so addictive, I started yesterday... And finished today. 'Life Expectations'. Crap, he plays with your mind too much. Ditto 'Odd Thomas' style. Ask Edmund.

I'm still listening to Jay Chou.
Take that screenshot NOW.

Some bull to shit about. Read on if you have a maggot infested brain.


You wake up, feeling light headed. You curse the sun and it's god-damned rays, muttering, 'If only I could sleep a bit more,' under your breath. You check the clock. Yes, you're ahead of your schedule. Knowing the fact that there is a lot of time to spare, you proceed at a leisurely pace. Trudging to the bathroom, a nauseous feeling spreads. It feels like your breakfast is coming out, albeit too soon. You want to push this feeling aside, but it keeps forcing it's way up your throat. Your senses are given a jolt as the acids burn your nose, and mouth, and where-ever. 'Nah, this ain't a big deal, I'll be fine,' you think to yourself. Take a shower, and you're as good as new. Head out, grab some Strepsils to soothe your throat which has been bugging you ever since you woke up. 'Must have been the food the past weekend,' you curse. Walk at a brisk pace to the MRT station, glancing occasionally at your watch, glad that you're still on time. Suddenly your stomach growls. Not the hungry growl, the other one. You anxiously check your watch again. 'Damn, will I make it?' You ask yourself. A war rages on within your own walls. 'Nope. Yes! Nope.' You feel like you've been given a sucker punch as you walk into the public toilet. The 'Nope!' resounds in your head. You look back. 'AH THE DAMN SHOPPING CENTRE!' You thank God/Allah/Buddha a thousand times over as you jog... Run... Sprint over. All's well end's well. You're there at 10a.m., sharp.


'What the heck?' You might say.

Go figure, noobs.

Not like anybody would give two hoots if I was. I merely left the 69th post there so that more people would check it out for fun. Really.

I'm not a guy with a 50gb memory, or something super human. Plus, I hate recalling stuff on a day by day basis. (Simply because I can't.) Therefore I shall just pump in whatever comes to mind first. Like tuition. Basically everybody's solemn as hell, except maybe for the few times when something funny comes out of our teacher's mouths. No, we do not engage in small talk at all. Three days of tuition, and I only know this.

Andy from ACS(I), sure as hell looks like he's from ACS. And Andrew from Tampines Secondary. He looks like he doesn't belong to his school. Funny.

Seriously, that is horrendous. Perhaps they didn't really want to talk to me. Haha.

Just made a visit to the temple just now. Seriously, I'm not into religion. I'm not into praying to 10 gods, or praying to 1 god. I don't mind praying to my ancestors though. Without them, I wouldn't be here today. Isn't that right? Haha. I know you're muttering, 'Ahhhh. Bullshit,' under your breathe, but I couldn't care less. The incense, smoke, crap and all just made me tear like fuck. It really blows. If you have a choice, don't go. Be an atheist or something. (-10 readers because I made this statement. And I only have 10 readers.)

Just read this article about young people buying branded goods after working. Technically, I only read about one line. $1500 handbag. That was enough for me to do 10 flips while I was eating lunch. Pure bullshit man. I know you're working, and you still get allowance from your parents, but $1500? I could get a new damned computer. Probably, people do get highs from satisfying their material needs. Computers > Handbags. Really. At least she's working. For those we don't even work? Well, die. Oh sorry, teenage angst.

Christmas is just around the corner. No. School's just around the corner. So that meant I had to get a bag to replace my OH-SO-CLEAN AND NEW Reebok bag. For those we are privileged enough to have seen my bag, you know what I mean. So I got a Converse one. Funny, doesn't feel worth it. But afterall, it seemed like they downsized all the bags. Puny lil' things. Oh, as for my OH-SO-CLEAN AND NEW SCHOOL SHOES? I got them replaced too. So depressing, righhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht? What day was it when I got all this done with my mum? I can barely remember.

I just returned my library books. Pardon. Randomness. And Globes and Maps by Something Corporate is one hell of a song. Trust me.

This post is not really going anywhere. I miss training. I dread tuition. Sigh.


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Oh yes. Congratulations Adele! If you haven't realised, she's the one and only Rusroulette, who's also Rapemyskin on Blogskins, and her skin just got featured as 'Skin of the Day'. Complicated? Haha. Nevermind. Just check out her skins. Wonderful. This one's done by her too.

Many many thanks, (once again), and congratulations! By the way, keep up the good work gal!

Yes, this is my 69th post. Now that was amazingly quick. If you just think I'm horny shit and nothing else, check this out.


My jersey. What I work my ass off for.

Is this significance big enough for you? I didn't even know what 69 meant last time. Well, today marks the start of some intensive tuition, which was probably meant to mince our brains up, and I think I can re-enforce my Secondary Three Chemistry & Physics topics, which I am not exactly competent in. I didn't see much socialising, and obviously I'm not the type to start a conversation.

The only sentence I spoke?
'Uhyeah, could I like borrow your pencil? Thanks.'

That was about it, I did spot this guy called Andrew (correct me if I'm wrong) wearing an EDMW shirt. Some famous forum thingamajig on HardWareZone forums, which I've been to before. That was, err, for the record. Ya, basically there to do what I am supposed to. No pretty ladies to feast my eyes upon WHAT. They won't come to my blog anyway, I'm safe. Woot.

And when I was on my way home on the bus, this cute little Malay girl, (I don't know why but a lot of small Malay kids are extra-ordinarily cute, and not a pain-in-the-ass unlike small Chinese kids, plus they have big eyes and long eyelashes. REALLY!) she took my earphones and tried to like listen. My earphones are a bit unorthodox, and it's not easy to put on if your ears not big enough. I just smiled at her, and let her have her way. She was very very cute. Definitely made my day. If only my child next time would be as cute as her. I was courteous enough not to take her picture. Or was I dumb not to capture a picture of a cute little kid? Damn. Crazy me. Well, I sure hope you gave me some face and read my 69th entry, aye?

Oh man my eyes are burning, oh man my eyes are burning. I need eye drops and probably a check up. (Heavy sarcasm, please ask me if you want to know more. It's no big deal though. But it blows.)

THIS IS KILLING ME GIVE ME A GOD-DAMNED BREAK.

I think. Haha, when the run of events doesn't go your way, you always feel like doing it.

Today's sunday, and we all know the good news about Newcastle beating Arsenal. I stayed up until 3.30 a.m. just to catch my favourite team perform, and thank god they didn't disappoint. It was a very physical game anyhow, and Scott Parker gave one hell of a performance. I think he lost a tooth for the Toon. What a great player. I almost cried as they carried him off the field. Peter Ramage played tremendously too. It was miraculous that Bramble and Boumsong didn't screw up. Well, I was so happy that I did some homework at 4a.m. but to my dismay, I realised that I did some wrongly. (I read off the wrong sheet! Damn, never do homework at 4 in the morning.)

Yesterday was amazingly, amazing, (or so I think.) Basically consisted of tuition, (yes, Chinese tuition,) and watching my parents bowl! They participated in this bowling competition, Tampines area or something. So my Dad, Mum, neighbour, and another resident from our condominium got together and competed as a team. Cool thing it was. I mean like, my Dad and Mum haven't been playing for like... Almost a decade. And they did pretty well, ended up like 7th out of 24 teams. At one point, my Dad had like 4 strikes in a row. Wonderful.

So, the end of another wasted productive week looms. Although I think I finished my Maths homework. (Refuses to look at the God-damn graphs.) I hope you guys are enjoying yourselves more than me. God-knows how much fun you guys had when you were overseas right? Haha.


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And I watched 'The Wedding Date' yesterday. Well, c'mon, the lead actor's HOT, no? HAHAHAHAHA.

I'm semi joking. Sometimes I can't get over it, sometimes I don't even think about it. And when I think about it, I really feel like blowing my brains out. Weird. When I don't, I think back, and think, 'Why do I even want to blow my brains out? Crazy.' Caught in between two worlds now. I'd better make some mental preparations.

I fucking love Disasterpiece. Helluva song, don't even know why they call it 'Disasterpiece'. And obviously, Chinese music blows. Need I say more? So I listen to more Slipknot, and the more I want to blow my brains out. Merry Christmas, noobs.

ARGH. This is like going no where. I feel so choked up, and there's tuition tomorrow, which is just as exciting as... Listening to 5566. Right.

I'm always ready to die, but you're killing me.
I'm always ready to die, but you're killing me.

Oops, sorry. Maggots infesting my brain. Somebody save me. (:

I'm feeling dumb, not emo. Haha. Feeling dumb, honestly, is a very common occurence in my life. However, the dumbness I'm feeling now is unrivalled. As in, I've never felt so dumb before. I'm not confused, and I know it'll be dumb to do that. It's also quite retarded not to do it. See, dumbness. I give up.

Has been quite pleasing, in some aspects. But, overshadowed by my dumbness. Awwwwww. Let's like be more focused, shall we?

Fucking Freddy Shepherd in my Football Manager game sold LUQUE and GIVEN. God damn it, Newcastle's not even poor! I'm not playing anymore. (This is one classic example of LOW IQ. Lol.)

Well, I've been so boring for the past few weeks, finally got to 'electrify' myself. It was all cool and stuff, although it sure didn't get the best starting, twist & ending. C'mon, I'm involved! It won't be that miraculously great, just fun in my standards, at least.

Hoped you had fun. And my apologies for making you walk so far, for nothing. Anyway hi Hong Jie and Joel. Show was funny eh?

I mean, you're here for an update of my life? Eh? (Although when I first started this blog I ranted and ranted about not going to describe my life, but I guess it's inevitable now, no?) Haha, as you figured, I have been like, rotting at home, (doing some Maths homework in the process, subconsciously) when I don't have training. Ya... Mum's on my back, hounding at me to read this Chinese book. Which I don't actually mind, when I find time to sit down and read la.

I mean some life was injected into me. At least I felt my heart pumping today, (first time this holidays besides training, which is obvious strenuous exercise for my heart, haha.) a big hurray? I am not really making no sense. Oh, and yes, you wouldn't know what I did this morning. Those privileged enough to know, please feel special, and please do not let the cat out of the bag!

LOL.


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Go to Museum of Twits! They have like a Hong Twit Da Jiang. Fucking hilarious. They rule.

First, I get owned by the sun. It was bloody hot I tell you. To think it's December. And the field's so hard my feet hurt. Lol.

Secondly, Ben Oh comes up with some shit to make me feel owned, again.

Me : My dad like sells machine parts, something like that.
Ben Oh: Eh? My Tamiya car has a missing gear you know. LOL.

Everybody was like 'wtf'? Then we all started laughing.

Thirdly, it's funny to see two people you know in one day. At such a gay place. Haha. Feel owned by fate. Eh? Who cares. I'm so shagged only my right brain is functioning. Oh yes...

Ben Oh : WOAH! Oh my god! -points to some containers/baskets.
Mr Goh: What god? Those are good stuff.

Lol.

Because you'll get hacked. Actually I was barely in the mood to blog today. However, now I'm damn irritated by a funny noise the damn house phone is producing, and my brother whining. His account in that gay game, Gunz, just got hacked. It's sad, and we all know how shitty it feels. But man, that game sucks. Hackers everywhere, bullshit. Playing such a game is like hanging by a thread every second. Once your account gets hacked, and they delete your gay character, there goes all your effort. I might as well play Football Manager. I can save 1000 copies of the game. Hoho.

Yes, he hasn't stopped whining. Well, I hope he would stop soon, quit the damn game, and play Maplestory. Since it's so fucking gay. Yay.

I know you all are thinking I'm lame, playing this Sudoku shit. Go try, I dare you.


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It's a Saturday night/Sunday morning. Everything's out of perspective, I think Newcastle drew with Aston Villa. Boring. Arsenal lost to Bolton 2-0 and played like Tampines Rovers. Liverpool over-ran Wigan, and Peter Crouch finally scored, albeit with his leg. Incredible. I think.


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Been wanting to post something substantial, something readable. Was looking at this little toddler/kid yesterday during dinner, (which I consumed at a very early time of 8.45pm due to the fact I took a long nap,) which got me thinking about some, as usual, lame stuff.

Why is it that a child's smile is valued way higher than smiles of others at other ages? Perhaps it's their naivete, their innocence, the bright way they smile. No grim smiles, no accommodating smiles, pure child-like smile. Beautiful, we know. One heck of a powerful weapon too. Turns your day around occasionally. And we know a child's tear works wonders. Yes, we know.

Well, and my brain continued processing some more useless stuff. How about the adolescents? Teenage angst? Persistent mood swings? (Irregardless of gender, teenage angst + things happening too rapidly leads to violent mood swings, no?) Once again, a powerful weapon of ours, which might work our way/unfortunately lead to worse manifestations of punishments. I don't know. I did think pretty in depth, I have a bad memory though.

Then came to the adults. They probably have much more than us. Wisdom, intelligence, maturity, composure. You know. Tons of weapons. Blast us all! I know I'm going nowhere, knock me back down to earth please.


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Whatever. I probably spent about hours outside, before I sit down in front of the computer, and think about what I want to blog. Here comes the killer. And I conveniently dump everything into the 'Recycle Bin' when I do sit in front of the computer. It's really irritating me big time, and kills my damn interest in blogging. A combination of Football Manager, Sudoku, Soccer on television and MSN doesn't really help, but that's beside the point.


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I'm just trying to describe everything briefly. Oh yes welcome back to Singapore, Adele. And I see your layouts are getting more popular as time goes by. Congratulations. Huge ego boost eh?


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I'm going for some revision tuition for the Secondary 3 syllabus. Recalls the day when I rang up the tuition centre...

Me : 'So like what are the times for next year's lessons?'
Operator : 'Like 3pm on Sunday... Blah...'
Me : 'Ok, thanks a lot.'
Operator: 'So, are you actually comfortable with the Secondary 3 syllabus of the both sciences?'
Me : 'Definitely not.'
Operator: 'We have like this revision class... Blah.'

I really did mention 'definitely not'. Haha.

Ok, so I'm finally home. Not like there's a huge difference, it's not like I missed home that bad, as bad as it was in Thailand.

But anyways, it's been pretty tiring, like a training camp should be.

Oh yes, and for those who bothered, I didn't have my phone with me for, like 3 days. It's back with me now and should be raring to go and back in operation at about 10+ pm. Seriously, M1 service is pathetic.

Nothing much to say, nothing much to do, although we caught like 'The Perfect Catch' yesterday.
Fucking hilarious I tell you.

Relax, I won't go on rambling about the lack of comments. Have something on my mind now.

Learn more about me!
I'm too opinionated and idealistic to be your friendly neighbourhood superhero.

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