perfectwound

"Rabbit In Your Headlights" by UNKLE

2007-07-06T19:30:00.000+08:00

A very nice piece of song and music video that I like to share with you sick freaks out there... ...

Lyrics

Thom Yorke :I'm a rabbit in your headlights

Scared of the spotlight

You don't come to visit

I'm stuck in this bed

Thin rubber gloves

She laughs when she's crying

She cries when she's laughing

Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away...

(Away....away....away....)

I'm a rabbit in your headlights

Christian suburbanite

Washed down the toilet

Money to burn

Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away...

Sample from movie Jacob's Ladder :

If you're frightened of dyin' and you're holding on...

You'll see devils tearing your life away.

But...if you've made your peace,

Then the devils are really angels

Freeing you from the earth.....from the earth....from the earth

White worms on the underground

Caught between stations

Butterfingers

I'm losing my patience

I'm a rabbit in your headlights

Christian suburbanite

You got money to burn....

Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away.....Away, away, away,

Away, away, away.

Come On

2007-05-07T20:11:00.000+08:00

Give me a knife. Cut me deep. Slash my flesh from arms to knees.

Push it in. Twist it right. I'm a freak for you to see.

Pull me down. Don't look back. Here I am for you to keep.

Take my thoughts. Throw it out. I will hunt you when you sleep.

All Is Not Lost

2007-04-02T00:45:00.000+08:00

I guess you not being here is not a lost to us all.

The funeral really strengthen our kinships, and it's the first time in so many years that I felt this way.

Bless your soul, Grandma, for you did a wonderful job bringing us up like this.

Thank you.

To: You Know Who You Are...

2006-11-02T01:29:00.000+08:00

Goodbye.

Just to let you know, I don't hate you anymore.

Do take care.........

It's Not My Fault

2006-10-26T23:03:00.000+08:00

Why shall I be the only one in the fucking world that cares about something that no one give a fuck about??

I don't think that I care too much,

I just think that you guys just don't put in enough efforts for all the shit that's coming.

You guys wanna play by your rules??

Fine...

I can start playing with my own fucking rules too.

Fuck you all, bastards.

Sad But True...

2006-10-16T00:39:00.000+08:00

Along the journey to looking for that one person you love and loves you,

you might end up finding ten people you hate and hates you too.

It's kind of sad when lonely people do things that way......

If not then it's pure stupidity.

Monkey In The Making

2006-10-11T02:01:00.000+08:00

The lead singer from Monkey Insane. Check out more at his blog, especially his music. Or the group Monkey Insane from Taiwan.

AAAARRRGHH~!!!!

2006-08-03T00:55:00.000+08:00

Don't know why, but for some reasons, I LOVE a picture.

But thanks to fucking blogger, I can't fucking post anything at all.

Scream for me motherfuckers, scream your lungs out.

I can't hear you at all.

I only heard noise.

Scream....

Survive

2006-07-14T22:50:00.000+08:00

Fucking bastards, is that all y'all got??

I dare you all to do more.

I'm not the man I'm used to be anymore.

But if you fuckers think this will knock me down, think again.

What does not kill me makes me stronger.

It's The Fucking Truth

2006-06-22T21:44:00.000+08:00

If you can't bear with it, don't take it anymore.

These are the phrase I always use.

Even a dog will fight back when cornered.

Since you had come to your own conclusion then so be it.

I'd been bearing with it all this while, like I once did with my old man.

But I thought time will heal all wounds,

at least I and my old man forgive each other now.

I thought you already let go, but I was way fucking wrong.

I used to put up with all your insults too, but not anymore.

You just let your fucking emotions and suspicious mind takes over all the time.

If you can do it, why can't I??

I started this shit, I will end this shit.

Make sure you don't fuck with ME ever again.

Only me alone.

And be sure you won't regret it if you do.

Oh yeah, how can a righteous person ever be in the wrong??

Silly me.

Coming Undone

2006-06-11T17:08:00.000+08:00

So far this is the only song that best describe me. Not everyone feel this way...everyday.

Keep holding on
When my brain's tickin' like a bomb
Guess the black thoughts have come again to get me
Sweet bitter words
Unlike nothing I have heard
Sing along mocking bird
You don't affect me

That's right
Deliverance of my heart
Be straight
Be deliberate

[Chorus]Wait
I'm coming undone
Unlaced
I'm coming undone
Too late
I'm coming undone
One looks so strong
So delicate

Wait
I'm starting to suffocate
And soon I anticipate
I'm coming undone
One looks so strong
So delicate

Choke choke again
I thought my demons were my friends
Getting me in the end
They're out to get me
Since I was young
I've tasted sorrow on my tongue
And this sweet sugar gun
Does not protect me

That's right
Trigger between my eyes
Please strike
Make it quick now

[Chorus]

I'm trying to hold it together
Head is lighter than a feather
Looks like i'm not getting better
Not getting better

[Chorus]

Left Anything Behind??

2006-06-09T23:08:00.001+08:00

slipknot

free Lyrics

It feels so good to slip away and let it all out, ain't it?? But can you handle when someone else do it??

Sweet Dreams

2006-06-03T17:53:00.000+08:00

Love this song by Marilyn Manson, and love this music video more. Bitter-sweetness, visual, gothic, rock, original and, nevertheless, disturbing are the only words I can use to describe this beautiful piece of work.

My all time favourite song, from my all time favourite visual rock band, to my all time favourite music video, for my all time favourite sins.

Some of you may not like this at all, but you guys think I bother?? Dream on...

Before I Forget (Part II)

2006-05-28T14:28:00.000+08:00

I will sit down here, with my hands towards my cage.

I can see you here, while you mocking at my rage.

I'm rocking to the melodies, thats stuck inside my head.

I'm waiting for the chances, to put you here instead.

Don't poke me with your fingers, don't feed me with your lies.

Don't you come any closer, I'm bleeding but can't die.

Soon I'll be able to flee, once my master ignores me.

Soon I'll be able to get free, and get back for what you did to me.

I can wait right here, for me time is no regret.

Right now I'm just warning you, Before I Forget.

The Last Stand

2006-05-19T20:18:00.000+08:00

Drawn this way back in the late 1990's, and didn't expect the last of the X-Men Trilogy showing soon looks almost similiar to this. Maybe this is just a coincidence or a very vague concept of design. But whatever the reason, I can't wait to watch Wolverine and Angel in action. But I also can't wait to see how Beast (he really look like a blue furry gorilla in this movie...) and Juggernaut flunk.

Aww man, why can't it be thursday tomorrow....

Part Of Me...

2006-05-14T15:25:00.000+08:00

From now on this blog will be dedicate only for my sorrow, grief, pain, bittersweet memories, angers, hatred and disturbing thoughts in my head. My happiness will ends here and start at a new place, for I intend to separate my joys with my sorrows. I will try to update this blog as much as I can (though updating here don't really sound like a joyful event).

I'm not made to be a bitter man. It's the world that make me to feel that way.

One

2006-05-12T12:42:00.000+08:00

Always love this song since I was young, (not to mention naive and stupid also...)and I still do now. Recently U2 sang this song again with Mary J Blige, and it sure bring back lots of memories...

One by U2

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame
You say...

One love, one life

It's one need in the night
One love, get to share it
Leaves you darling, if you ,don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without

Well it's too late, tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One...

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head

Well, did I ask too much, more than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now it's all I got
We're one, but we're not the same
Well we, hurt each other
Then we do it again

You say
Love is a temple
Love is a higher law
Love is a temple
Love is the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love, one blood
One life, you got to do what you should
One life, with each other
Sisters, and my brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to , carry each other
Carry each other

One...

One love

Freak On A Leash

2006-05-12T12:31:00.000+08:00

Got a feeling that my monster within is going to be unleash soon.

I really hope that I am wrong.

I really don't want things to be like this either.

God help me please...

Blah Blah Blah

2006-05-10T21:40:00.000+08:00

It's been a looooong week at work, and it's not even Friday yet. Been running here and there for the past few days, and I don't even have time to fart (pardon me...) And now I'm feeling so tired already even before the weekends starts. In fact, I'm so tired right now I don't feel any tiredness but full of energy instead ( huh??????). And when I'm tired, I really can't think straight... and I will keep blah blah blah about things without thinking. Right now is a very good example.

*Been thinking about a song by Kylie Minogue and Nick Cave called "Where The Wild Roses Grow" and I can't get it out of my head. Got to find the lyrics and post it up here next time.

*Had to apologize to you all...I mean someone...or anyone, that tried to leave comments on my blog recently... (no sounds except crickets in the background) For my itching fingers had done something to the comments settings, and I'm not trying to avoid anyone. (crickets again...) Oh well,... no one cares anyway.

*Was toying with the idea of having another blog with the same account. And the other one won't be so sad and dull, maybe it will be...just...a...little...bit more bright. Sometimes when I write jokes and post it up here, it even sounds depressing with the layout and music (and also to let you guys know that I'm not a pathetic suicidal guy with death on his mind :P)

*Was listening to Soulfly's "Jump Da Fuck Up" (No joke...that's the title of the song) on the way to work today and was enjoying the rush of andrenaline (No joke too...I can get excited when listening to favourites heavy music) when I thought about doing a flash animated music video for this song. But it might take months, maybe years for me to accomplish that, for I'm still an idiot when it comes to flash. The song has meaningful meanings, to me, by the way.

Thought of the day: If we hit a guy's head from the back while he was wearing glasses, will the glasses fly off like in the comics do??

Gloomy Sunday

2006-05-06T16:28:00.000+08:00

Just when someone complaint about my blog being depressing, I decided to post up infomation about a sad love song called 'Gloomy Sunday' (No offence here, to the man that I respect). First heard about this story about 4 to 5 years back, and it made my hair stands...

In December, 1932, a down and out Hungarian named Rezso Seress was trying to make a living as a songwriter in Paris, but kept failing miserably. And his girlfriend had constant rows with him over the insecurity of his ambitious life. On the day after another heated row, a depressed Seress sat at the piano in his apartment and wrote the song "Gloomy Sunday".

A few months after Gloomy Sunday was printed, there were a spate of strange occurrences that were allegedly sparked off by the new song. In Berlin, a young man requested a band to play Gloomy Sunday, and after the number was performed, the man went home and blasted himself in the head with a revolver after complaining to relatives that he felt severely depressed by the melody of a new song which he couldn't get out of his head. That song was Gloomy Sunday.

A week later in the same city, a young female shop assistant was found hanging from a rope in her flat. Police who investigated the suicide found a copy of the sheet-music to Gloomy Sunday in the dead girl's bedroom.

Two days after that tragedy, a young secretary in New York gassed herself, and in a suicide note she requested Gloomy Sunday to be played at her funeral. Weeks later, another New Yorker, aged 82, jumped to his death from the window of his seventh-story apartment after playing the 'deadly' song on his piano. Around the same time, a teenager in Rome who had heard the unlucky tune jumped off a bridge to his death.

The newspapers of the world were quick to report other deaths associated with Seress' song. One newspaper covered the case of a woman in North London who had been playing a 78 recording of Gloomy Sunday at full volume, infuriating and frightening her neighbors, who had read of the fatalities supposedly caused by the tune. The stylus finally became trapped in a groove, and the same piece of the song played over and over. The neighbors hammered on the woman's door but there was no answer, so they forced the door open - only to find the woman dead in her chair from an overdose of barbiturates.

As the months went by, a steady stream of bizarre and disturbing deaths that were alleged to be connected to Gloomy Sunday persuaded the chiefs at the BBC to ban the seemingly accursed song from the airwaves. Back in France, Rizzo Seress, the man who had composed the controversial song, was also to experience the adverse effects of his creation. He wrote to his ex-fiancée, pleading for a reconciliation. But several days later came the most awful, shocking news. Seress learned from the police that his sweetheart had poisoned herself. And by her side, a copy of the sheet music to Gloomy Sunday was found. Finally, it is not surprising to note that Rezso Seress, the composer of "Gloomy Sunday", committed suicide in 1968.

But this might just be another urban legend, it's all up to you to believe it. After I'd heard Billie Holiday's jazz version, I believe that at least some part are true as the song is damn haunting and depressing. Other singers like Sarah McLachlan, Bjork, Sarah Brightman also sang this song before but the effect is not as good as Billie's. Click here for the english lyrics, and here for the original translation. I guess this song really is a one to die for.

Brighten Up

2006-05-05T21:26:00.001+08:00

Recently a man I respect(and let me tell you,...that IS rare) said I wrote with too much sadness in my blog. And the fact that the back ground of my blog is sort of black, doesn't help much either. He also added that it makes it even more depressing. I smile back sincerely and replied something like, 'that's me...I'm like that."

Thanks for your gentle concern man, but I'm not going to change my blog template to apple green, with happy birds and bright beautiful flowers singing 'I Like To Teach The World To Sing' in the background, cause it really won't be me anymore (And people might think that a guy with a blog like that can't be a straight man too~!). To show my appreciation towards your kind reminder, I decide to post up something funny, just for you (Ya rite... as if that will brighten up my blog). Thanks again for your concern.

Hope II

2006-05-03T20:56:00.000+08:00

Hope II

Dark clouds cover my innocent skies,
I watched as a devil flies me by.
Lurking in the dark it laughs at my fears,
On the verve of breaking, I fight back my tears.
I must be strong and carry on,
My hopes, my love, they have not gone.
I vow to change and cleanse my soul,
Repay all debts before I go.
To change for the better I am not weak,
I just want to see a better me.
But what can I do to erase my sins,
I am after all, just a human being.

-Perfectwound

Rasa Sentosa Food Court

2006-05-03T20:36:00.000+08:00

Was just searching for something just now (you guys don't need to know where...), and saw this photo. I don't know who this was and we had no relations at all. But don't know why I just feel the need to post this up here. A voice inside keep urging me to show others how dark, fat, goofy and nerdy looking this kid was. By looking at this picture he seems happy, but it must be pathetic to live in his shoes. For some reason I don't know why I think that way. I wonder how is he now?? Hope he still survives in this world.

Question Marks...

2006-05-02T21:43:00.000+08:00

I was taking a bus back home just now, and saw a little event that triggers me to write this blog...

As the bus stopped waiting for the traffic light in the middle of the journey, an accident that involved two cars crashes head on not long before; was near the traffic light. I took a glance and it seems that no one was injured in the accident. But what really astonished me and left a question mark on top of my head, was the reactions from some of the passengers in the bus. Some was so indulged in the whole view of the accident as if it was trying to capture a mental picture of it, and a few even stand up from their seats in order to get a clearer picture of what's going on.

If the curiousity of one person can kill a cat, the curiousity of all the passengers in the bus at that moment could properly slaughtered an entrie zoo.

I was thinking,... what are you people really looking at?? That you wishes to see someone you knew was lying next to those two vehicles??Or expects the victims doing somersaults and juggling with bandages all over their bodies?? And of course I knew what they are looking for, for a Singaporean it's only logical thinking that they are looking for the car plates numbers to buy 4D. But where are the sympathy and respect man??

And these people are reacting like tourists in a zoo. At that point of time, I won't be surprise if the bus driver stops the vehicle, took out a microphone and said these to the passengers.

Bus Driver: 'Ladies and gentlemen, and over to your left you are able to see the head on collisions of two different species of vehicles, the Honda from Japan and the BMW from Europe. And let me tell you, it's hardly common that these two species attack each other, and this sight is so rare you probably won't see these again~!'

Bus Passengers:' Woooo....Ahhh.......' snap...snap...snap...snap... (taking pictures)

I know it's corny but these things are going pass my head when I was in the bus. But actually when I calm down (....calm down?? What do I need to calm down for?? I wasn't even in the accident) and think about it, it's really kind of sad that people react this way. Guess that's what they called it human nature.

"I am a Jew.
Hath not a Jew eyes?
Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Fed with the same food,
hurt with the same weapons,
subject to the same diseases,
healed by the same means,
warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh?
If you poison us, do we not die? "

From The Merchant of Venice
by William Shakespeare

Please Have A Heart, Not Made Of Steel

2006-04-28T00:20:00.000+08:00

After reading an article on a local newspaper recently, I went to visited a photo exhibition and left the place with a deep impact on my mental state. And I'm feeling kind of bad for posting up this so late, as the exhibition is going to end soon.

Award-winning photojournalist Nick Danziger visited eight of the world's poorest countries and captured their daily lives, thoughts and problems they faces. Below are some informations and photos from the exhibiton, and these photos really means much more than a thousand words to me. Hope you feel the same way too.

If you are interested in contributing to help the suffering people, or want to adopt a less fortunate children, please visit World Vision, Singapore for more details. Your help really means a lot to them.

'eight - forty stories, eight goals, one world'
Dates : 7 - 30 April 2006
Venue: Photographic Society of Singapore
30 Selegie Road, Selegie Arts Centre Singapore 180030

Available for public viewing from 9am to 5:30pm daily

Ayaz's father developed a chronic cough and was admitted to a TB clinic. Shortly after, he died of AIDS. Ayaz is no longer in school as he needs to support his family. Currently, 40 million people worldwide are living with HIV/AIDS, and 95% of these lives in the world's poorest countries.

Abbas, 15, has worked in the mines for three years. He works from six am until seven pm, seven days a week, having only two days off annually. Although his village is 12 kilometres from the mine he hasn't been home since he arrived. About a year ago, his boss fell down the hole and died. "I'm not sure how old he was. I was afraid to go down the mineshaft after that happened. But I have to earn money, so I go down."

Rakia, and her daughter live in a tiny straw hut. Rakia is an orphan and is living in on less than 60 pence a day. "There is nothing to eat here," says Rakia. "I borrow food from neighbours. My daughter and I do not eat everyday, we did not eat yesterday and I have nothing to give my daughter tonight."

A New Beginning

2006-04-26T16:41:00.000+08:00

In case you guys haven't notice or blind enough, I'd just change the template of my blog and added in some new features like tagboards and such. Took me a whole afternoon to change this whole thing. I mean it's not that hard or anything, I just had a hard time editting the template to give it a more gothic, old and mystic feel. But in the end I gave up as the effects was not done up to my expectations. And now I'm stuck with a english version of Sadako (The Ring...) right here, but I'm ok with it. As least it's more dark and gothic than my previous one. And this one is more 'me'.

Caz, thank a lot for the template.

"Irony..."

Hi, My Name Is...

2006-04-25T21:19:00.000+08:00

Perfect:
A) Being without defect or blemish. (Eg; A perfect specimen)
B) Completely corresponding to a description, standard, or type. (Eg: A perfect circle; a perfect gentleman)

Wound:
A) A physical injury to the body consisting of a laceration or breaking of the skin or mucous membrane. (Eg; A gunshot wound)
B) A mental or emotional hurt or blow.

Wounds are made to feel hurt, experience pain and the feeling of adrenaline rushing in the body. Therefore symptoms like shivering, cold sweat, sense of numbness, blur visions or more; may occur for life threatening and/or deep wounds.

In a practical, realistic situation or event, a wound will never be without defect. For wounds are not meant to be perfect. A perfect wound does not exist at all. Without defects, no impurities, undiluted... it's totally contrast to something that causes pain, hurt and discomfort feelings to any individual.

The name represents contrast feelings and mental state of myself in my daily life. Strong and vunerable, kind and evil, peace and destruction, hope and despair. Yes, I'm a complex character.

Ha! And you thought I just randomly choose my nick without thinking.

Thought of the day: Why use your right hand and reach behind your head to scratch the itch on your left cheek, when you can just use your bloody left hand to scratch the same itch???

MYOB

2006-04-23T00:37:00.000+08:00

Just came back from a gathering with some friends, ABC and I was taking the train back when he asked me this question.

ABC: "So how's you and your girlfriend coming along??"

I'm puzzled and ask ABC where in the hell did he got that information from.

ABC: "Oh just now before you reach, KB told me and the gang that you are seeing someone." After further asking from ABC, I found out that KB saw me with a girl laughing and joking at a mall few weeks back.

Here we go again, someone who knew somebody saw me with someone and assumed something.

No offense here ABC and KB, but don't you think you can ask me about this just now while we are still together?? Instead now I got some people assuming something and speculate on their own about what is going on with my life. Why?? Is your life too dull and boring you need to came up with conclusion about me, so that you guys can talk about it during your regular relax sessions at the coffeeshop without moi??

Saw me with a girl at a mall means that's my girlfriend huh?? Then what happens if you caught me with my pants down in the toilet?? That I just had an orgy in the cubicle with some guys?? I really don't understand it dude, that you all can acted like nothing happened during the gathering just now, but thinking out your own theories about me, without me. Since you guys are so good at it, why not quit your jobs and become PIs. At least for once you will enjoy your job.

I keep my personal life private for a reason. Because it's personal and I don't need any more rumours in my life. You want anything from me?? You can just jolly well asked me.

Oh ya in case you all are going to scratch your heads till it bleeds about whom that girl was. That's my cousin, dammit.

Fucked Up

2006-04-22T01:27:00.000+08:00

I know life is not fucking fair,

it never was to me.

Feeling so fucked up now,

for all the things happening.

Why can't people just stop hurting each other,

even without visible swords.

Why can't we just embraces each other,

though we're having different thoughts.

What you say might be right for you,

but it may not be for me.

And sometimes words can be real deadly,

more poisonous than a bee.

To see the fucking world with sadness,

I was brought up to be.

I hope this will end real soon,

right now I'll wait and bleed.

I don't have a choice for coming here,

I can't choose not to breathe.

If I had a choice to turn back time,

I rather choose not to live.

Fuck it all...

-perfectwound

Don't Look Back In Anger

2006-04-17T01:41:00.000+08:00

Been thinking about my New Year resolutions for 2006 just now, and I'm really amaze at how much efforts and time I had spent for the past four months just to fulfill them...practically zero~!! ......Ok ok, there's a bit of effort here and there, and I'm not just saying this so that I will look good in front of you guys the next time I see you. (Ya rite~!! People who really know me can sense the bullshit in the sentence all the way from their places)

* Change my bad temper
It's been quite a while since I'd taken a knife and poke someone's heart with it (But that don't mean that you can try me, dammit). I always hate it when I lost my temper and feeling guilty later when I cool down. I'd try stuffs like deep breath, be on my own for a while, and counting from one to ten. Hell, at one point I even try counting sheeps. But the best way for me is to tell myself to let it go and think happy thoughts (like happy moments with my friends, funny movie scenes, beating up small kids...etc). And I'm glad that this resolution is almost 90% fulfilled. But the beast is still in me somewhere, and you people better don't try to unleash it.

*Quit smoking

I'm almost half way there to fulfill this, but I've been smoking more than usual for this year. But I still got more than half a year for me to quit (phew...thanks to the half empty and half full theory), so I still got all the time I need.

*Build up my body like Keanu Reeves in "The Matrix"

Been neglecting my workout at the gym due to hectic work schedules for the past two months, and my abs had since becoming more "concentrated" and they will form a "merger" soon if I don't do something about it fast...and I mean real FAST. But I have confidence in my abilities so meanwhile I'm still got 70% to fulfill for this resolution.

Everyone have things they wanted in their life. Hope you can reach your goals by your deadline, as long as they don't involve me being hurt. Enjoy.

"Venom"

Days Of My Life

2006-04-12T18:22:00.000+08:00

Haven't been blogging decently since my trip to Phuket, guess I'll do it now in a new and simple style.

*Been walking around my neighbourhood last night, and noticed cats in the streets where ever I walked. Chances are they belong to the same families, with the horny male cats banging here and there. Think I need to get a dog soon.

*Was supposed to visit the gym today, but woke up at 12pm. The mind is willing, the flesh is weak, and I have a bad hair day.

*Watched "The Inside Man" in the afternoon. Good show but I still can't understand why they need to censored all the swear words to give the show a PG rating. If they want to target a bigger audiences like secondary school kids, it's fine with me. But think they can hear more vulgar words from the uncles in your neighbourhood coffee shop regarding everyone mothers or private parts, then in the movies.

*Just bought a new PS2 game "Black", but found out that I can't play due to some stupid problems. A PS2 that can't detect a PS2 game is as good as a toilet bowl that you can't do your business in...useless and taking up space.

*Just finish downloading one of my favourite Marilyn Manson music video "Sweet Dreams", and found out that I had already download it before...I'm getting forgetful.

*It has not been rainning today, which is good. More and more people are getting sick due to the weather these few weeks. Which means it's easier for sick people to get MCs, and harder for me to fake it.

*Recently my sister told me this after attending some health seminar, sleeping with the lights on will cause white hair. Where is the logic?? If I sleep with a brown paper bag covering the lights does that means I don't need to dye my hair brown ever again??

*Tomorrow will be another day. Enjoy yours.

My Old Man

2006-04-09T15:23:00.000+08:00

(Sing along to the tune of "This Old Man", come on kids...it's fun~!!!!)

This old man, he played one
He don't like me playing the drum
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give the man a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played two
He put thumptacks in my shoes
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give the man a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played three
He likes me to bow down to his knees
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give the man a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played four
He liked to "BANG BANG" on my door
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give the man a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played five
He likes to scold me while he's still alive
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give the man a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played six
He used to beat me with a stick (a cane, that is)
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give the man a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played seven
I'll celebrate the day he's in heaven
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give the man a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played eight
He tried to throw me out of the gate
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give the man a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played nine
One of these days i'll break his spine
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give the man a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played ten
We start to quarrel once again
With a knick-knack paddywhack, JUST GIVE THE MAN A FUCKING BONE~!!
THIS OLD MAN BETTER DON'T COME HOME~!! DAMN IT~!!

Don't know why people likes to harm or hurt their love ones. I hate my father and that's the truth (sorry sis...). They think they are the kings of the house. But actually they are cowards on the inside. Damn MCPs...

P.S. The song was edited to suit the mood for the day and possible comical effects, and the incidents mentioned above was real up to the knowledge of the owner of this blog, no matter how hards he tries to denied it. No animals or any individuals was harmed for making this song possible.

Goodbye My Lover

2006-04-05T23:58:00.000+08:00

Don't really know why...but I like this song for quite a while. This is totally different from all the rock songs that I knew.(Damn it man... I'm getting softer.)
Dedicated this to my Brother, and others whom never heard this song before.

James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

Tripping

2006-03-30T15:04:00.000+08:00

One more day to Phuket. And I still haven't finish packing my stuff.

One more day to Paradise. But I don't really feel excited at all.

I guess I will be thinking of something once I'm there.

My dearest PC, Slipknot songs and mtvs, my blog, my msn.

Damn it...I should get my internet after my Phuket trip.

If not I won't miss all this once I'm there.

"Angel"

Cooked Buns

2006-03-28T22:40:00.000+08:00

I was taking the bus back home from work, and sat at the last seat besides the window because it's quite crowded. The engine or motor (or whatever) behind the seats was so damn hot. The aircon was blowing in my face (ah...so cooling), but my butt was warmer than a prata that was just been served (argh...so hot~!).

So cool...so hot. So cool...so hot.

Boy, I think if I sat another 10 mins after I alighted I would had burn a hole in my jeans. And my right butt cheek was halfway numb throughout the journey walking home from the bus stop.

Think that seat should be ban at all times man. If they don't do that at least they should put a fire extinguisher next to it, you never know whose butt is on the line. We should protest at the interchange and post up banners that read "Save Our Buttocks", "No to Cooked Buns" and yell out "Hot butts equal itchy backside~!!!!!!" through the loud speakers. We have the rights to protect our bottoms you know~!!!( Sorry guys, too much American shows...)... or there is another alternative for me beside protesting and screaming my lungs out.

I can just jolly well change where I sit next time.

Good Day, Bad Day

2006-03-27T23:45:00.000+08:00

It was a tiring day. Woke up 5am in the morning and reach my workplace at 6+.

Once I got there the errors and faults all keep coming like a good DJ playing all your favourite songs, none stop hits. It's kind of tough when you are all alone in times of need and no one is there to help you, some wanted to help but can't do anything to help, thinking looking at me helps me but it don't helps me at all, in fact they look more helpless then helpful (?????????).

Well, almost lost my temper but I manage to keep it down and not hurt anyone because of all the errors coming in. Guess its useless to give something u don't want to people that don't need it and don't feel good about it later (how come I 'm writing like that today!?!?!?!?!). Think I'm getting better at controlling my temper. But I'm still bad at controlling my money.

Whole day tired. Whole day hungry. Whole day sucks. But hope still lives on.

"hope"

Before I Forget

2006-03-26T18:27:00.000+08:00

Before I Forget-By Slipknot
(Taken from the album, Vol. 3 The Subliminal Verses)

Stapled shut - Inside an outside world
And I'm sealed in tight - Bizarre but right at home
I'm claustrophobic - Closing in
And I'm catastrophic - Not again
I'm smeared across the page and doused in gasoline
I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's obscene
Catch me up in all your sordid little insurrections
I've got no time to lose - I'm just caught up in all the cattle

Fray the strings... Throw the shapes... Hold your breath... Listen

I am a world before I am a man
I was a creature before I could stand
I will remember before I forget
Before I forget that

I'm ripped across the ditch and settled in the dirt
And I wear you like a stitch, yet I'm the one who's hurt
Pay attention to your twisted little indiscretions
I've got no right to win - I'm just caught up in all the battles

Locked in clutch... Pushed in place... Hold your breath... Listen

I am a world before I am a man
I was a creature before I could stand
I will remember before I forget
Before I forget that

My end, it justifies my means
All I ever do is delay
My every attempt to evade
The end of the road and my end
It justifies my means
All I ever do is delay
My every attempt to evade
The end of the road

I am a world before I am a man
I was a creature before I could stand
I will remember before I forget
Before I forget that

Finally

2006-03-26T13:34:00.000+08:00

Well here I am...surfing the net and writing my blog right here... in the comfort of my own home~!!!! WOOHHOOOO~!!!! Finally the problem was fixed, and the link was ok now. hahaha... I'm so happy right now that I'm able to do ten backflips... in my mind. So that means now i blog all I want to, any time of the day and night.

Btw Sketch, give me your email address so I can add you in my msn. Sms me if you feel shy to post a comment here. Yes, it was a dare... haha

A Wallet Without Money...

2006-03-24T22:28:00.000+08:00

A PC at home without internet access is just like a wallet without money. Sure, you can put and do other things with your wallet, like putting your IC, cards and pictures of your love ones. Same as you can do your work with your PCs. But one of the main purposes is just not there. You look at your friends and people around you and they all have money in their wallets. But you don‚Äôt, and it doesn‚Äôt make you look normal in some ways. It just makes you feel so‚Ä¶empty.

I was supposed to activate my internet access two days ago. And I‚Äôm quite surprise that some people really take notices about it (yeah I‚Äôm talking about you people in the office~!!... haha~!) Don‚Äôt know why my modem just can‚Äôt link up. I‚Äôd try on all methods except smashing it to the wall, but it just won‚Äôt (WHY DON‚ÄôT YOU JUST LINK~!?!?! DAMN IT~!?!?!). I thought my next posting of my blog will be done at the comfort of my own home, but I was way‚Ä¶damn‚Ä¶wrong.

So now I had to swallow my pride, hide my dignity, crush my egos and begged my Bro to let me use his PC. I thought it was going to be the best week of this year. Guess that had to wait till my Phuket trip next week.

You guys(and I mean people I KNOW‚Ä¶) need anything from Phuket just let me know (you too, Sketch), I‚Äôll try my best to get it back to S‚Äôpore‚Ä¶that is if I manage to survive the protests and get back alive‚Ä¶ha ha~!(Who on earth will go to Thailand for a holiday at a time like this~??? I guess only monkeys like us‚Ä¶)

P.S.-This might be my last blog posting before my trip to Thailand, that is if my internet connections at home is still not fix. If I don‚Äôt come back for good, I want Sketch to have all my collection of Batman underwears, and my Bro to have the Spiderman costume in my closet. Just kidding.

"Even angels deserve to die..."

10 more days...

2006-03-12T16:40:00.000+08:00

hmmm... just saw an accident on my way to somewhere buying something...reminded me of the one I had last month. somehow everything don't seems that important now.

10 more days

till I've my own internet access at home~!! No need for any begging and ass licking to you guys now~!! HAHAHAHAH~!!!!

Broken

2006-03-08T06:40:00.000+08:00

Broken

My soul was buried deep underground

As my heart is lost as still not found

Like the blazing sun that was covered with clouds

I am fortune's fool that can't own the crown

- Perfectwound

Let's Just Be Friends...

2006-03-05T19:02:00.000+08:00

Let's just be friends.

I'd heard this all the time. Whether from my own pervious experiences (I've been rejected millions of times...ok ok...it's billions la.), my buddies around me or someone I know who knew someone...it's said in different languages, ways and tone. But the messenges are the same. Let's just be friends.

Last year I'd meet a girl I like...and I was attracted by her cheerful attitude (Down here only Sketch and my "Brother" knew her, if not where did I find the guts to post down here~!?!??). She rejected me countless times, but I did not gave up on her so easily. Normally I just get the hint and carry on. But I guess I was trying too hard to get to know each other better. I don't know why I felt that way, and I'm damn sure I'm not a stalker or a psycho(...hmm...or am I??) For this year I tell myself that I really must carry on and forget about her...that was untill I saw her again.

She's still the same cheerful and fun loving self. But for the past year I've try all I could (except kidnapping) to get her attention or ask her out for a date. (wait...a...minute....I sound like a bloody pathetic loser now~!!) I've never imagine myself to be so attracted to a person my entire life. But as I always said to my friends, some things are not meant to be, and I really don't know that this will ever happened to me.

Don't know why I just want to write it down here... Brother and Sketch, please help me out here...

Waste Of My Time

2006-03-04T15:07:00.000+08:00

Just went to the gym and now stuck with nothing to do. Just want to blog. Supposing to meet my friends in the afternoon but change it to evening. Now I'm stuck here working and wasting my time away. Why can't people just stick to the arrangement made and get along with it?? I understand that a big group gathering is hard, but I'm a person who don't really like last minute changes. Don't know why, don't know how, and don't know what you think. haiz...wasting my time...(ya rite as if I'm a busy man...haha~!!)

p.s. -With all due respect this is just my thoughts and had no intentions of offending anyone I knew. I still understand the importance of people getting along. No hard feelings guys...

Thought of the day: When people pad you on the back for doing something good, always look over and check. You never know you might find a knife stuck over your shoulder.

Movie Project #02: Brokeback Mountain

2006-02-26T17:32:00.000+08:00

Ok, it‚Äôs a movie about gays. But let‚Äôs be open minded, and you will see that there are strong meanings behind this film. Like keeping a secret that is taboo and unacceptable in the world you are living in. Struggling with the pieces in my life lately, I can somehow related to this movie. Oh, and by the way, I‚Äôm 100% straight.

Movie Project #02: Brokeback Mountain
Rating: 7 / 10
For those‚Ä¶: I don‚Äôt know‚Ä¶homosexuals??
Not for those‚Ä¶: Who discriminates homosexuals, can‚Äôt sit still, don‚Äôt like shows that has no actions or thrills.

Verdict: Really not a bad show. The sceneries are beautiful, and Heath Ledger done quite well as a cowboy who don‚Äôt express his thoughts and feelings well. He and Jake Gyllenhaal met and developed a trusted relationship over the next 2 decades, despites their own personal problems with their families and the outside world. But that trust was shaken in the end, before Jake Gyllenhaal died.

Thought of the day: An Australian actor with a chinese director showing the world about western cultures. What will they think of next ??

Movie Project #01: Final Destination 3

2006-02-25T22:19:00.000+08:00

Well I guess people always write down reviews about the movies they watched. I will write down movies spoiler instead. If there‚Äôs no spoiler in the movie, I will still spoil the movie for you~!!! Talk about being a jackass.

Movie Project #01: Final Destination 3
Rating: 7.5 / 10
For those...: Who likes blood, violence, gore, actions, thrills. And those obsess with death.
Not for those‚Ä¶: Weak hearted, timid, don‚Äôt like violence, and people with weak bladder.
Verdict: The death scenes with stay in a little corner of my mind for a while.

Spoiler starts (it‚Äôs not that I didn‚Äôt post it up, scroll over from here on you dimwit.)

Spoiler no. 1
The 2 hot babes were burn alive inside the tanning beds (or whatever you call it). A wooden plank was jamming their way out. Last scene was two tanning beds side by side burning on the inside with the babes screening their lungs out. Next scene was two coffins side by side eerie on the inside with the babes dead. Ironic. I like that.
Lesson learnt: Don‚Äôt drink and tan.
Spoiler No. 2
The bald horny guy was killed in a restaurant drive-in. A van with no one in it smashes into the main characters‚Äô car. The engine fly out, its propeller drilled into the back of bald guy‚Äôs head, who was driving in the front.
Lesson learnt: When people honk at you, please don‚Äôt give them the finger.
Spoiler No. 3
Black guy was pumping weights in the gym. 2 swords drop down by the vibrations of the impact and cut off the wires holding on to the weights. Black guy was bragging for surviving that and pushed down the handle of the workout machine. His head was smashed by the weights as no wire was supporting.
Lesson learnt: I guess it‚Äôs true and bias, black people always died in this kinda movie.
Spoiler No. 4
This is my favourite of all. In the warehouse, gothic girl slipped to the ground and knocked into the nail gun placed behind. Her head was punctured with nails going from the back of her head to the front, giving a new meaning to the term Pinhead. Gothic guy survive death.
Lesson learnt: Don‚Äôt be self centered and keep on talking about what you think (hey that‚Äôs me~!!)
Spoiler No. 5
At the fair, main girl‚Äôs sister was drag by a horse with a rope by her neck and survives. Main guy was kick by horse and save by main girl from burning flame and survive. Main girl was supposed to be killed by gothic guy but survive. Asian girl was speared with a stick through her body. Gothic guy was smash to pieces by I-don‚Äôt-know-what‚Äôs-that-called.
Lesson learnt: Don‚Äôt go to fair. Don‚Äôt go to work. Don‚Äôt watch fireworks. Hell, don‚Äôt even move a muscle if you have to.

That‚Äôs the end. Hope you guys enjoy the show. Please post comments if you had already watched the movie. I‚Äôm DYING to hear from you guys.

Mistakes

2006-02-24T22:47:00.000+08:00

Mistake :-a wrong thought, act, etc.; something done , said, believed, etc., as a result of wrong thinking or understanding, lack of knowledge of skill, etc.

Everyone makes mistakes. Since you were born u already made a mistake (if not why did the doctor smack your butt for??). You responded by crying, either because you don‚Äôt choose to be here, or by instinct as most people knew it.

But look at all the people in the past making mistakes. Women were burned alive because they are suspected to be involved with witchcrafts, couples were placed in cane cages and drowned in the sea for they are suspected of adulteries, and people were killed for believing that the world is round. Boy, I would even agreed back then that we live on an enormous egg that was going to burst open anytime with Chicken Little inside, in order to save my little ass. Talk about freedom of speech.

The innocents people being slaughtered just like that was‚Ä¶I guess‚Ä¶at the wrong place and time, saying the wrong things to the wrong people. I guess making mistakes and survived also depends on which era you are from.

Recently I had make some people would call a rather grave mistake. I won‚Äôt elaborate further into my lists of sins, for it‚Äôs not something I‚Äôm proud of. I and my ‚ÄúBrother‚Äù always talked about this ‚Äúmistake‚Äù, and I‚Äôm glad that my Bro stood by me and play the little angel on my shoulder. (Imagine a manly guy in white robes and wings, exposing his hairy legs, as a little angel on my shoulder and kicked me in the face) Thanks for that Bro, I really needed that‚Ä¶someday you made a mistake and need a kick in the face, don‚Äôt forget me. I‚Äôm will be here for you‚Ä¶waiting with my combat boots.

But I‚Äôve been feeling kinda guilty lately. I don‚Äôt ask for forgiveness as I‚Äôm the one in the wrong, and will accept the consequences which will happen sooner or later. I guess I need to think about the people‚Äôs feelings around me before I do anything stupid next time. I‚Äôve admit my mistake, now waiting for the judgments...

Thought of the day: People make mistakes in the world, since the history of time. Maybe people, since the history of time, were in the world by mistake??

"Despair"

Nature

2006-02-20T21:38:00.000+08:00

One day, a scorpion stood on the side of a stream and asked a frog to carry it to the other side. ‚ÄòHow do I know you won‚Äôt sting me?‚Äô the frog asked. ‚ÄòBecause if I sting you, I‚Äôll drown,‚Äô the scorpion said.

The frog thought about it and realized that the scorpion was right. So he put the scorpion on his back and started ferrying him. But midway across the stream, the scorpion plunged its stinger into the frog‚Äôs back. As they both began to drown, the frog gasped, ‚ÄòWhy?‚Äô

The scorpion replied, ‚ÄòI can‚Äôt help it, it is my nature.‚Äô

(Extracted from The Game, by Neil Strauss)

I like this analogy. Hope you guys get the idea behind it.

Too blind to see and shed a tear
Too deaf to hear their inner fears
Too dumb to speak my insincere
Too numb to feel for so many years
Please take me far away from here
Sometimes I wish I can just disappear

-Perfectwound

Rock, Scissor, Paper

2006-02-18T19:43:00.000+08:00

Almost everyone I knew thinks that rock music is bad. I think it's true... in some ways, and I've just given myself a tight slap on my face for saying that.

I love music, and music is my life. I'm not a composer, musician or know much about making music, but I can't live without it. Of all the music in the world, I still can't feel or understand country, jazz and certain pop songs. And techno I truly hated. (No offense to all out there, but you have your views for liking them. Please respect mine for unable to feel or hate them.)

And my favourite of all is rock (or metal) music. From RHCP to Marilyn Manson, from Linkin Park to Slipknot, from MCR to KoRn...and I love them all. The adrenalin pumping inside your veins, head nodding in rhythm and motions to the songs, the fabulous drum rhythm/electric guitar solo/bass solo/part of the song going through your head. Hey I'm real glad I'm not deaf from all that.

But as they always says, you can't have too much of a good thing. During my late teens when my life was a disaster due to some personal problems, I started to listened to rock "full time". Bad timing.

I'd became a hot tempered, rebellious, impatient, suicidal young man who thought about death everyday. I'd become isolated from almost everyone and only wore black. Only had hatred, destruction and rage in my mind. Anger was written on my face whenever I go...I was a walking time bomb just waiting for someone to light my fuse.

The time when I thought that I should really changed was when I was playing pool with a couple of my friends. I can't get to score a ball and I yell out "FU#K~!!" with anger on my face. My friend told me this.

You had a lot of anger and hatred inside you, dude.

It was then it struck me what an arsehole I was. I'd kept bottled up my feelings and not letting them out, not that I had someone that I trusted to talk to anyway. Or maybe I had kept them on the outside. But all that has past now, and boy I was glad that I didn't really hurt anyone back then.

I still listen to rock and metal songs now,about 6 years since my "Dark Age", as I still enjoy them. But I've reach a point that I'm not troubled or having sinister thoughts when I hear them now. I still feel them, but you need to filter all that negative energy if you can. I call it my 'Enlightenment' (what bullsh*t right).

But my point is this, everyone will have a lowest point in life, face your fears and problems and you will find that peak again. Look at me, I'm a perfect example... ha ha~!! But one thing didn't change though, I'm still an arsehole.

Yeah~!! ROCK ON~!!

Thought of the day: You call it an ATM. Not an ATM machine.

"Outrage"

We're in deep shit now

2006-02-17T18:28:00.000+08:00

I just had a car accident today.

Renault Kangoo. Good seatbelts. Trust me, I tried it crash test dummy style.

‚ÄúWoah‚Ä¶‚Äù was the first thing on my mind at the time of the accident. No white lights. No fears. No guilt. Not thinking of my love ones. No ‚ÄòGod help me~!!‚Äô at all, and I didn‚Äôt think of any flashback of my life. I don‚Äôt feel any of those thoughts or emotions as what I‚Äôd heard when people had close encounter with death. I just felt‚Ä¶calmed.

After we got out of the car from the door on my side, we checked if we got any injuries and found none. No one was hurt, no car was rammed into, and no animal was dead, or harmed in anyway in the process of making the accident happened. It‚Äôs a miracle that we‚Äôd survive at all.

It was then when I looked at the vehicle that I felt some serious emotions.

The car was dented at the front and top, the windscreen was shattered, and the side mirrors was like a flatten curry puff.

We‚Äôre in deep shit now.

My colleague was more worried then me though. He should be. Because he was the one driving the company‚Äôs van and he just got his license. When I called back to office to report the accident, my colleague on the phone made me repeated ‚ÄúI‚Äôm serious, we had an accident.‚Äù at least 3 times before she‚Äôs convinced it‚Äôs true. That‚Äôs the downside of being a joker; no one takes you seriously when they need to.

So when everything had been settled, and on my way back home, I‚Äôm still troubled by my ‚Äúcalmness‚Äù I had felt earlier.

Is it because I‚Äôm such a calm person?? Is it because I‚Äôm not hurt at that time; therefore I can‚Äôt feel pain or shock and the seriousness of hanging my life on the string?? Is it because I‚Äôd suffer from minor depression and was suicidal in the past, making this seems like another roller coaster ride?? Or is it because I‚Äôm already numb with my life and living without a purpose, that I‚Äôm not scared of Grim Reaper‚Äôs visits?? I really don‚Äôt know.

And I‚Äôm not trying to act macho to you guys out there, as I don‚Äôt need to prove anything at this point. Do you really want to feel nothing at all when your life is in extreme danger? I don‚Äôt have that feeling that I should change for the better, or cherish life more than before, right now after the accident. But I do hope to feel some gratefulness that I‚Äôm alive. Because if this doesn‚Äôt make me change, then I don‚Äôt know what will.

Though of the day: ‚ÄúWhat does not kill me makes me stronger.‚Äù
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher

What a view...

Love/sick Day

2006-02-14T23:16:00.000+08:00

Today is Valentine Day and I‚Äôm sick and tired. No, I mean it literally. It‚Äôs been a long day at work, I‚Äôm down with flu and fever, and there will be some major changes in my working environment the next couple of days.

It‚Äôs kinda funny how I don‚Äôt really feel much about this year‚Äôs V Day. It‚Äôs just another day for me. Maybe it‚Äôs because I‚Äôve gotten used to spend it alone for the past four years, yes, it‚Äôs that long since I‚Äôve been attached. And it‚Äôs kinda funny seeing my friends complaining about spending it alone this year (though they does spent it alone every year), and they were desperately making attempts to find plans for the evening, then it make me realize something.

I was once like them too.

Finding plans and programs to cover up, or rather, hide the feeling that I‚Äôm not spending V Day alone in this world. By going out with friends (all singles, of course), at least I won‚Äôt be spending it alone‚Ä¶at least it doesn‚Äôt make me feel unwanted, or unloved. Looking back, it does look kinda sad. Hell man, I looked pathetic~!

But I‚Äôm not judging people who are doing that, as I‚Äôm not in the position to judge anyone and I‚Äôm not saying going out with friends on V Days are all poor things.

It‚Äôs just that the hype going on around V Day is making singles feeling kinda‚Ä¶ well‚Ä¶lonely. Bouquet of flowers, candlelight dinner, chocolates and candies, etc‚Ä¶ that is just what I see all around me, what happen to the ‚Äúeveryday is a Valentine Day if you truly love each other‚Äù theory? And I believe in that theory. Believe me I‚Äôm not an unromantic, stingy fool. I too, have my shares of ‚Äúwalking by the beach, watching the sunset‚Äù thingy.

But then, as my friend reminds me, most girls won‚Äôt say no to a rose on V Day by their partners, even when they say they don‚Äôt want it. And I guess a part of that is true after all.

But whatever happens, this much is true, love does conquer all.

I got to go now, as I had a date with spring. My spring bed, that is. And tonight I had my medications, tissues for my flu, and PS2 to help me spend the whole night. And I wish all couples and singles out there a happy Valentine Day.

And to my ‚ÄúBrother‚Äù too, who is enjoying his holiday in Europe right now. Take care, Bro.

Thought of the day: If love-sick means sad or sick because of unreturned love. Then what is sick of loving a person called??

14/02/2006

HUH???

2006-02-12T21:24:00.000+08:00

All my years living on planet earth, I still can‚Äôt understand why people want to do things last minute. To me, last minute tasks are things which you have not much interest in, care about, or not important at all; though you have all the time in the world to complete them. I understand some things that are important to me may not be so to others, but when it concern work, sometimes I wonder if I‚Äôm one of the few among my colleagues who really cares.

Speaking about work and colleagues, I understand that I‚Äôm an impatient and hot tempered guy, so working with colleagues who are in ‚Äòslow mode‚Äô really gets on my nerves. I mean slow mode as in the time needed for the data receive from the ear to process to the brain. I‚Äôm sure some of you out there had encountered things like these before.

For e.g., on the phone‚Ä¶

Me: Hello? BFG(my colleague) ah? Help me doing this, this and this now. It‚Äôs urgent.

BFG: ‚Ä¶ ‚Ä¶. (Speaking slowly)Huh?

Me: ‚Ä¶‚Ä¶, help me do this, this and this now.

BFG: Huh? ... ‚Ä¶ ‚Ä¶ (Speaking slowly)You mean this ‚Ä¶this ‚Ä¶and ‚Ä¶that ‚Ä¶huh??

Me: (clanging my fist and talk a bit louder now), No‚Ä¶ this, this and this~!

BFG: (speaking slowly‚Ä¶ again) Huh?... this, this ‚Ä¶. and that huh??

Me: (I swear to you at this point I can punch my hand into the wall and it will break) ‚Ä¶ ‚Ä¶ ‚Ä¶ (I‚Äôm speaking slowly now) listen here (arsehole), this is (bloody) urgent. Now, help me do ‚Ä¶ this‚Ä¶ this‚Ä¶ and this, (or else) ~!

BFG: ‚Ä¶ ‚Ä¶ ‚Ä¶

Me: Hello?

BFG: Huh????

Me: (ARGGHHHH~!!!)

It was then I had come to a conclusion that I can‚Äôt work with someone like BFG. I know my weakness, and a person like BFG to me is like kryptonite to Superman, my ultimate weakness in the world. But as times goes by I hope that I can really change and accept people like BFG, they are not all that bad, really. It‚Äôs just that I‚Äôm too easily frustrated. In this world where communications and understanding are important, I only have myself to blame.

Thought of the day: Who the hell in the world invented ‚ÄúHuh??‚Äù~!!!

"Anger is not a bliss"

PS2 kills the TV stars...

2006-02-11T15:49:00.000+08:00

My buddy passed me his PS2 a few days back because of his exams. And my style of living had change entirely. It used to be wake up, work, home, TV time, sleep.

Now it's wake up, work, home, PS2, PS2, PS2, PS2~!!!, some sleep. Feel like a walking zombie straight out of the coffin when i work now...

The makers of X-Men: Urban Legends 2 must be laughing their arse off right now, counting the numbers of sleep deprived addicts that are hook on to their game. But I must praise them for making it such a fun game. Should I thanks my buddy for lending me his PS2 ? Or maybe I should poke his kidney with a knife for passing me "a cursed object" into my life. No wonder he offer to lend it to me for a few months without any second thoughts...

Thought of the day: When you are making funny faces to an infant, do you think he's giggling because he's amuse? Or just how plain stupid you look?

My 1st Time

2006-02-10T23:49:00.000+08:00

Never knew that writing a blog can be soooo troublesome...
Maybe it's because I'm still not familiar with the whole layout. Maybe it's because my best friend who taught me don't even explore much, though 'Brother' have a blog of his own. Maybe I'm too impatient and eager to get things right for my 1st blog. Whatever the reason... ...

To start things off I've decided to post up a picture I'd drawn last year.Inspired by another picture drawn and shaded in colour pencils by a japanese artist...imagine that.Felt in love with it the 1st time I saw it...same as the girl in the picture a few years back (10 years ago to be exact...hmm...)

Can't get her out of my mind after so long.But don't get me wrong here, I'm not really a stalker kinda guy...Hope she's living happily where ever she is, who ever she's with...all the best to you, 'W'.

"W"