tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74378257206770118302024-03-06T02:33:07.840+08:00ROCKS MY WORLDDBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-3696268158460228372011-05-07T17:10:00.001+08:002011-05-07T17:10:34.254+08:00WINTER<div>I can't take one more step towards you,</div><div>Cause all that's waiting is regret,</div><div>I'm something you see right through,</div><div>Why can't I just forget.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel in me the scars,</div><div>A shattered heart,</div><div>Wondering to the stars,</div><div>Why I'm your broken art.</div><div><br /></div><div>I see the look in your eyes,</div><div>Void of emotion,</div><div>In your frost you baptize,</div><div>Drowning me in an ocean.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need to escape your hold,</div><div>Get a bit of control,</div><div>You're going to catch a cold,</div><div>From the ice inside your soul.</div><div><br /></div><div>With you I'll freeze,</div><div>Set me free from winter.</div>DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-74757520582275924062011-04-28T22:32:00.003+08:002011-04-28T22:35:06.357+08:00A Single Smile<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When I've gone too far</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >Trying to be that shooting star<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >When I'm losing ground<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >Just from spinning around<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >I’ll just look inside<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >For some peace of mind<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >So sick of the moment now<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >Just stand up and take a bow<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >When I feel unnoticed<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >For trying to please<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >Just two steps back from hopeless<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >Hoping to fall unconscious<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >Sitting and regretting my lifestyle<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span" >You turn my world around with a single smile</span><o:p></o:p></p></span><p></p>DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-1890993013165368392010-06-03T20:26:00.003+08:002010-06-03T20:32:22.989+08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">I was told to write an essay today and I have to hand it up tomorrow for a competition i think. So yeah. Decided to post it on my blog. I know it's crappy. But if you plagiarize my essay, I'm gonna cut you in half with the edge of a coin. don't ask me how but i will do it. XP</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Name : Daren Boey</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Class : 5Sc3</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The Dream You'll Never Have</span></span><br /><br />What are dreams nowadays in this modern era? Is it all about adorable garden gnomes, majestic unicorns and the magical hocus pocus in the magical land of Moronia? If you asked a child maybe he or she would talk about being an astronaut in space exploring the nether regions of the eternal space of the universe or maybe perhaps riding on the back of a unicorn over a lovely rainbow. A teenager would probably talk about being the next Superstar that would make Jason Mraz sound like a retarded monkey that just got kicked in the gonads. Dreams can vastly vary from person to person depending on their interest and what they want to achieve in life.<br /><br />People constantly talk about making it big in life and being the next billionaire or rock star. They take it to heart the famous saying that has become overused and now considered a cliché which is “make it big or die trying”. Yes there is the fair amount of people who make it big. About 1% of the world population would ever be successful in life. What happens to the other 99%? They end up doing all sort of odd jobs. Their dreams shattered and they are forced to walk down the boulevard of broken dreams.<br /><br />I’m not going to talk about people who make it in life and how they did it. I want to talk about the others who never did get their dreams. The dreams that never materialized. Everyone has obviously seen in countless Hollywood movies about parents telling their children that they can be the next President of the United States of America if they set their minds to it and work hard in life to achieve it in life. Maybe by a slip of fate or wrath of the God that you’re destined not to make it big? People would say I’m being a heretic and that my statement is blasphemous. I’m only trying to be a realist and not keep my heads in the cloud.<br /><br />In the Asian society of this world, you got to have good grades and possibly be the reincarnate of Albert Einstein or Leornado Da Vinci in order to be respected. Parents push their children to score in public examinations so that they can prove they have a competitive edge compared to the others. They want to prove their superiority among the lower peasants. It’s almost impossible to never have seen a mother nagging her son to study hard and score well so he can grow up be a great man. Unfortunately, not everyone is destined to be great. Some are born with greatness, some achieve greatness and others never will grasp greatness.<br /><br />It’s starting to become a common event where your morning newspaper’s headlines read “TEEN KILLS HIMSELF”. And when you decide to bother to read the article, you soon discover the reason the teen killed himself was because he didn’t get good results in his exam. His dreams snatched away from him, dreams just outside of his grasp and thus leaving him an empty shelf devoid of meaning. This leaves him feeling as a failure without a goal in life. Depression sinks in and secures its place in the individual’s soul. It feels like all downhill and the only way out is death. Sadly in this time, suicide is starting to become a common event and is even depicted as the easy way out of problems.<br /><br />Maybe dreams are just a lie to one’s self that you can reach the impossible. Long has humanity dreamed and achieved wonders in their life proving that there are the superior species on this planet. But some dreams are just destined to be broken. People create silly traditions that they believe can make their dreams come true such as making a wish blowing out the candles on a cake or even wishing upon a falling star. Nothing comes easy in life and you got to work for it but maybe sometimes you just have bad luck. Let’s make an example. A guy who is handsome, has the body of a Greek God and has brains like a super computer but is rejected from Oxford University because there’s another 50 other guys like him but just better. Tough luck isn’t it? Well things happen. Get used to it.<br /><br />You could dream all you want, work for it and perhaps even dedicate your life to your dream. But somehow you just fail and end up falling into a bottomless pit of failure. People say when you have hit rock bottom, there’s nowhere to go but up. Sometimes the best place to be is at rock bottom. At least you won’t fall again and hit the ground hard. You are what you are and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can try to run away from your failures but eventually you’re going to slip up and the ghosts of your past are going to catch up with you.<br />There’s another way to look at successfully achieving your dreams. Instead of chasing a dream that might never happen, you could just have no dreams. Without dreams you don’t fail and hence you succeed. People say if you don’t fail, it means you have succeeded. Looks like there’s a loop hole to this statement. Maybe it’s just better to have no dreams. Keep your head low and on Earth and not stuck in the clouds.<br /><br />Don’t take this personally or even as a principle to life. It’s only an angle to look at dreams and what that may never be. I’m not saying that I don’t have dreams and in fact I do have a dream that I want to achieve in life. Obviously you’re thinking that I’m being hypocritical for writing about dreams that we’ll never have and yet I have big dreams. I only have one thing to say to that. Aren’t we all hypocrites in our own way?<br /><br /> (993 words)DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-76454696166706483642010-05-01T12:56:00.004+08:002010-05-01T13:02:21.672+08:00Royal Commonwealth Society Essay CompetitionI know my essay sucks. And somehow I got selected to represent the school. So yeah.<br /><br />So for those who have been wanting to read it. Here it is.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The Mad Scientist</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I still remember when I first married him. Nikolai Strovoski, my beloved husband. Back then he was a caring, kind and intelligent Christian man. He had always loved science ever since I knew him. He would tell me stories on how he spent hours in the corner poring over Einstein’s “Laws of Physics Edition III” and would bring it everywhere he went. He had dark brown hair which he always tried to keep in check but failed miserably. His smoky grey eyes had always given me the impression that it was the window into his soul of endless knowledge and thought. He had a masculine jaw line and his chin was free of any hint of stubble.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">When I first met him, he was 29 and I was 27. It was love at first sight. After a year of dating he proposed to me. It was at the lookout point where we first met. The place had breathtaking scenery. It had a bird’s eye view of the neighborhood below and you could see the city spanning the horizon and skyscrapers that men had built trying to prove their supremacy over this land. It was a vacant plot of land with a lovely house that I would have loved to buy but was unfortunately out of my pay grade. But nothing was impossible for Nikolai. He never believed in limits and used to say the sky is not the limit but the standard. He got down on one knee and proposed to me revealing a black velvet box. Inside it resided this magnificent piece of craftsmanship. A silver ring encrusted with a diamond the size of a marble. On the inner circle was engraved eternal “I love us”. I remember not hesitating when I said yes.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">We had a lovely but simple wedding. We were married at the house I had always loved. Nikolai had bought it and decided it to be our home for our new life. I remember walking under the metal arch entangled with vines of white roses. My family, friends, all my loved ones gathered together to see me on my special day but I couldn’t help but feel sad that none of Nikolai’s relatives were there. It was as if he was the last of his family. Nikolai rarely spoke of them and I barely knew anything about his past. He was mysterious yet ironically, that was his allure. Nonetheless I loved him for who he was and what he could be and not his past. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Two years passed and we lived happily together. But that one fateful day just had to happen. Nikolai came up with a theory that he could harness static energy from the air around us and turn it into an alternative source of electricity. The men of science of the world could not believe his preposterous theory. They called him mad and said he was out of his mind for thinking of such a thing. The science community shunned him, rendering him an outcast and no longer worthy of their presence.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Nikolai went into a rabid obsession trying to prove their speculation wrong. That wish had become his fuel. He attempted to build the machine. He would spend his entire days in his lab and would only leave to have his meals. He was on the edge of insanity but I guess I was the only person holding him back from plunging into the world of madness. This continued on for a whole year when one day he came into the house. He was still wearing the same shirt he was wearing 4 days ago. But he had a triumphant look on his face. I could tell that he succeeded in materializing his obsession. I was truly against his idea of building this machine but he would not hear of it. Nikolai might be caring but he is as stubborn as a mule. Once he sets his mind to something, he would never change his mind set. He said that I needed to see it and he led me to his lab. I had never been into his lab and I was actually kind of surprised that he wanted me to enter it with him.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">We went to the back where a two storey building stood. It had a metal door that looked like it could withstand the explosion of a ton of C4. According to Nikolai the only ways in were either the roof of the lab is blown off with the help of a demolition team or he alone did a palm scan on the screen beside the door. As the door opened I felt as if I was in a sci-fi movie. Machines, wires and screens were all over the place. I could see motorized hands dripping liquids into test tubes. Test data being read out by a computerized voice. And in the middle of the room stood a machine that was so tall that it was reaching the roof of the laboratory.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">“Honey, this is what I have been working on for the past year, and once I test it and I know it will work, I will prove them all wrong. All those people who said I was mad. They all will be wrong.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Nikolai was so confident that his machine would work. I could feel an aura of confidence emitting from him. Yet deep down in my gut I felt that we should not mess with the laws of nature. Throughout history nothing but the destruction of the world has resulted from each of mankind’s inventions. Somehow I felt this machine would lead to the end. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">“Nikolai, I love you very much and I know you’re a brilliant man. But we should not mess with the laws of nature. We should not change what God has created. If he wanted us to change it he would never created the problem in the first place. So please don’t do this.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">“But Sarah, I must do this. I must regain my pride that they have stripped away from me.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I had to say it. I had to stop him. He already had his finger on a big red button and I could tell if he pressed it, it would start the test.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">“Nikolai! If you love me, you will stop this madness!”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">He paused for a moment and I actually believed he was going to walk away but he went ahead anyway. He pressed the button. I remember his last words to me before it all went wrong.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">“I don’t love you. I love us.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Things went horribly wrong. Sparks were flying all over the place. Next thing I could see was a white light. I could see my own body. I was dead.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">That was 20 years ago. Nikolai was arrested for my murder and was sent to prison. He could never prove that he didn’t kill me. I am in heaven now and I am helpless. All I can do is watch him. Now as I watch my husband being released from prison on parole, I cannot help but feel sad for him. The years have been unkind to him. His hair is now graying and his eyes are devoid of emotion. Nobody was waiting to take him home. He was alone.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">He took a cab back to what used to be our home. The tattered yellow police tape was still there blocking the path into his lab. He ignored it and continued on into his lab. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">“Sarah. I will avenge you. You’re dead because of America and their so called high society. In those 20 years. I figured out what was wrong with the machine. It is not meant to help men but destroy them.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Nikolai has gone mad and I could do nothing to stop him. I could only watch as he reprogrammed his machine of revenge. A computerized voice sent chills down my spine and I was filled with fear.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">“Reprogramming successful.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">As Nikolai pressed the red button once again, I could instantly see the machine spinning into life. Dark clouds started spooling over the city. Dark clouds spewing bolts of lightning dealing destruction onto the innocent below. Nikolai smiled wryly at his success. As he watched the destruction of the world from his window, he took some rope and started preparing for the end. I could clearly hear what he was saying.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">“From dust you are and to dust you will return. Even though I walk through the valley of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">And as he knotted a hangman’s noose around his neck, I could see in his eyes that he had no regrets. I could no longer watch this madness. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Revenge is like a ghost. It consumes everyone until the last man standing has fallen.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">My beloved Nikolai, proved them wrong. You built the machine but you lost your mind. Was it worthwhile after all?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">(1501 words)</span>DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-8213610775329374902010-04-27T14:37:00.000+08:002010-04-27T14:38:25.041+08:00SMIIs it wrong for me to be sad, angry and yet happy at the same time? Scolding my junior definitely ain’t fun but what can I say or do when the pride of St. Michael’s Prefectorial Board is on the line. <br />I do not admit I might just be extra hard on him. But I want them to pass. I want them to grow and be the best they can be. I know I sound like some crazy over-protective mother. I just want them to make me proud as their senior. And no my ego as a 1st batch senior or me already having passed 1 junior does not play into this.<br /><br />I feel dishearten to see the Michaelian Spirit that grew in me and still believe in slowly dying in St. Michael’s culture. The school believes in supporting the Lost, the Least and the Last. Yes that is still practiced in our beloved school. But whatever happened to the sense of gratefulness. Students now are taking everything for granted. I just wish our school could be like how it used to be. The Michaelian Spirit burning strong in each and every Michaelian. Proud of who they are and where they come from. I guess things are different now…<br /><br />At least the thought of you still puts a smile on my face. You truly make my day. But I just want you to have some space. I don’t want to be around 24/7 and squeeze the living daylight out of you. And don’t worry I’m not emo or sad. I’m perfectly fine. I wish Taiwan would quickly come so I can come back soon and go for that ice-cream. =)DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-41672260034623634422010-04-25T09:50:00.000+08:002010-04-25T09:52:14.747+08:00To My Pantat SeniorI AM NOT EMO!!!! Lol. Im perfectly fine la man. Hope you're enjoying life in Melaka. Your so called little junior who btw is taller than you =P has 2 juniors. Better than you. Lol. Take care man. Hopefully I'll see you in Melaka in 4 years time. Lol.DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-38156604263493900942010-04-25T09:47:00.003+08:002010-04-25T09:55:42.462+08:00TimeStill swimming and exams are like 2 weeks away. Lol. I think i can still make it in time. Hmmm.... Nm la. I dont know what is wrong with me with my exams recently. It's like i couldn't care less. Lol.<br /><br />Bianca Bianca.... You are so funny when you act all emo. Lol. Emo is so not for you. You should be happy. You cant take my old place. It's not meant for you. And i think you're my bestfriend. I think. Lol.<br /><br />Ugh... For some reason i cant sleep more than 8 hours. Dam my biological clock. I'm awake and waiting till im sure that you're awake. =) I really need to stretch my body. It's aching all over. I blame the last few days of exercise.DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-67451208620939304592010-04-19T19:40:00.002+08:002010-04-19T19:50:25.807+08:00I feel like im in the skyToday has got to be the best day of my life. =) I feel so happy and I think this high feeling is going to evolve into an extreme euphoric state tomorrow. God bless the Sultan. :D<br /><br />Woke up this morning and decided to go for a swim at Royal Perak Golf Club. I thought today BK Taxi was closed. Thought it was a public holiday so they close lor. Walked all the way to Golf Club with my bag of equipment. Met Joevy there. Lol. Miss Joevy when you read this. You seriously got to work on your speed. =P Haha. Joevy's younger sis thought i was a mad stranger for waving at her. Tried the Jacuzzi for the first time. It was nice though Joevy said it was hot. Lol. Blame the Malaysian weather. Her younger bro saw us. I quote him. "HOR!!! Dating boyfriend." LOL man. Hahaha. Her bro is so freaking funny. Quite interesting fella. I don't get why Joevy always scolds him. Must be the sibling effect.<br /><br />Went to JJ and saw Yi Huah there. Hahaha... When I first went to talk to her. All I could say was "How's Stewie and Carlie?" I feel like a total moron. =.= But but we went to McD to eat. It was so freaking full that i ate standing up. LOL. I feel so gifted. All in all i had a great time talking crap and being lame.<br /><br />I better continue on my research on poster pricing. I hate the USD to RM conversion.DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-35129753328940030152010-04-17T22:16:00.007+08:002010-04-18T10:27:45.320+08:00Home AloneToday feels good. I’ve been high for like 2 weeks now? It’s been great. I wake up in the mornings with a smile on my face and being grateful for my bed but even more grateful that I’m still alive and able to get out of bed to see all of my friends. Bianca says I’m too happy which is kinda ironic since she is always so happy. Hahaha…<br /><br />Parents are out of town for the weekend. Somehow I don’t really feel like doing much although they’re not around. Maybe its just this euphoric state I’m in. Been listening to K-Pop recently. Still not used to it. I just guessed it’s not meant for me. I’ll give it a few more tries before I give up on it<br /><br />Today woke up and texted someone cause I was too high and happy. It’s still kinda new to me to be happy in the morning. Went to get my hair cut and as usual my hair sucks now. Lol. Have to let it grow again. Seriously taxis nowadays suck. I took a taxi from Yik Foong and asked him to take me to Royal Perak Golf Club. Ended up at Ipoh Swimming Club instead. Lol. So decided to walk to RPGC. When I got there. Had an awesome swim/training session. 30 laps. =) RPGC’s pool is like 40m long? Haha.<br /><br />The most epic part of my day was when I tried to go home. The taxi driver did not understand English or Bm. Was forced to try to speak in Cantonese. As you can guess I failed miserably. I think I might have accidentally cursed at the driver. He gave me a weird look. Lol. In the end had to resort to using hand signals at him. He asked me if I was truly Chinese. I said I was a Baba Nyonya which is kinda true. Lol.<br /><br />Now I’m stuck at home. Bored to death. Oh how I wish I could just message you now. But I want you to have some space. I just want to see you smile and send me to the heavens again.<br /><br /><br />Just decided to write something random<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">You’re always on my mind,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">You’re just one of a kind,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">You’re unbelievably beautiful,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">You’re worth more than a jewel,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I’m not sure if you might like my poem,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">But I just want to set this in stone,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Words cannot express,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">How you captured my heart with such success.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The moment I saw you my heart was sold,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A moment with you is never cold,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I just felt like putting my thoughts into writing,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I really feel our bond tightening.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">You just make everything melt away,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Your voice just makes my day.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Bye my love,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Remember all I said above.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Being home alone is creepy. I wish you were here with me. =)DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-80560120819347122122010-02-19T11:41:00.002+08:002010-02-19T11:57:04.832+08:00WHY?Why am I still feeling like this? It's already been 1 year, 10 months, 1 week and 6 days. But every time I see her I still have slight feelings. The ignorance is not helping either. And people constantly telling me to forget her and whatever bullshit about how she's not good enough is not helping at all. in fact I think it's making things worst for my emotions. I guess also that people can be real bitches. Screw it. Nice guys never win and in fact we come in last. All the time we spend trying to be a role model and whatever not crap just so we succeed in live and blah blah blah. I'm so sick and tired of it. In fact screw it to the max.<br /><br />Someday I'll just rise above all of these. Its like half of me wants to forget her and the other half is holding on for dear life to her memories. Although they weren't much but i guess they mean more than the world to me. So what now? Haiz...<br /><br />Yesterday was one of the shittiest days ever. Forget the fact about what happened earlier and how I ended up in JJ. But I saw her with a nother guy. Oddly the guy had to be my good friend's ex-bf. Hmmm..... Seems fishy to me. Anyways. It just felt so odd to be standing there watching them. I guess I made the right move by walking away.<br /><br />Everyone keeps saying it's alright to feel this way or am I slowly losing my mind and my sanity?DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-88977696991855254212010-01-06T19:31:00.004+08:002010-01-24T11:19:17.911+08:00BAckWell holidays have been too awesome to spend on the computer.<br /><br />School as usual is a pain in the arse. I got fatter during the holidays which just annoys me. School Form 4 now is so dam sakai liao. Very annoying. Anyways i shall not rant on and on about my school. It's just depressing. Anyways Pn.Maziah has started to hate me again. Lol. Very sarcastic of her always.<br /><br />Before I end the post. APPARENTLY I'M JIA YUN' SOURCE OF ENTERTAINMENT. Lol.DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-51570416778253672742009-12-08T18:11:00.002+08:002009-12-08T18:23:08.171+08:00LTC 09/10LTC was freakin awesome. Enjoyed hanging out with the family(group). Very sporting and happening liao. Tat was so not my expectations. Haha.<br /><br />The speaker, Martin Jalleh and Eric were really good. Very good motivators and extremely good psychologists. hahaha. No wonder I love psychology. Just from body language and the way people react u noe their personality.<br /><br />Rooms were decent la. 4 people per room. Funny thing was tat 2 beds were extremely nice and soft and the other 2 felt like coffee tables. Literally could here a wooden sound when u step on it. Great roommates (Jia Heng, Eric Ewe and Lam Kar Wye). All of us always play cards and talk crap in the room. Hahahaha. Somehow Yinn's room ( Hannah loo, Thamil and XuE NiNg ) tersesat and got stuck in the middle of the guys block. So their room like stranded in the middle of all the boy rooms. Lol. But it was nice la. Can tok to them over the balcony at night.<br /><br />GAmes were really huru-hara la. Cause we suspects got teams sabotage other teams. So have to change the game system a bit. But people say it was really nice. I had to be the Silver Toilet Bowl. =P Was fun being in front of people and they can't figure out who is the Silver Toilet Bowl.<br /><br />As usual Mr. Karu was being Mr.Karu. Something like a dictatorship. But then again if anything happened to us, he would be in deep crap. So i can't really blame him for scolding some of the prefects. But I guess being teenagers they should also show us some face la. I shall just sit on the fence.<br /><br />SMI Prefect Forever. =)DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-83551729959698914042009-11-16T21:03:00.001+08:002009-11-16T21:06:58.632+08:00Youth CampArgh.... Youth Camp is so near and yet i cant confirm if i can go yet. This is saddening. I had so much planned for this camp. Nm i shall use it for next year's camp. Oh btw people. Pls do congratulate Sam. He finally recorded his first song although its in the BETA stage still. Hopefully I'll be back in time for camp. Or at least for the second night. i can be a special guest. Lol. Anyways i dun really have much to say now. I still gor paperwork to handle. So see ya till the holidays begin. =P God bless people.<br /><br /><br />P.S. Modern Warfare 2 is coming out. Woot!!!! =)DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-75482837516247744962009-10-11T14:48:00.002+08:002009-10-11T15:08:25.260+08:00Prefect FarewellYesterday was a toatlly tiring day. unfortunately again I was too busy and not to mention lazy to bring along a camera so you guys gotta depend on others for photos or videos. Haha.<br /><br />First in the morning at 7am i actually woke up earlier than both my parents without an alarm. haha. Went to salvation army to be a volunteer again after like 9 years. thank you to all who came to support the fair. You all noe the money is for the under priveledge orphans. Haha. At the end before i left at 1pm Uncle Dhee Leong fainted and is now hospitalised. Pls do pray for him. Anyways it was a toally fun morning besides the Uncle Chee Leong incident.<br /><br />Then I went to school again for dance practice. It was fun hanging out with the guys doing stupid things and annoying Yinn Yinn. haha. Dance practice went great i guess. we managed to actually follow the songs beat and i learnt up my sketch. Lol. Kinda last minute i noe but still better the rest of the commisions =P. Went homne for 1 hour only to rest shower. =.= After tat went back to school for practice again before the farewell. Too hardworking adi they all. Lol. Felt so lazy to go for practice tat time. morning till then i only had 1 hour rest but thank God for the strength. The guys started playing basketball before the farewell started. My commision head seriously needs to eat more. he looks like a total African refugee. Lol. Not trying to be racist. Birthday bashed Noel (not real birthday) and Loo Hun Yee (real birthday) lol. Sujitra wanted play basketball with the guys. But after five minutes she left the macth. She din even touch the ball once. haha. Too bad Kah Chun wasn't there to save her. Lol.<br /><br />We had games organised by HOMIES. Lol. Tarik tali was fun until i got a rope burn on my left arm after teammates let go of the rope. Haha. Then there was this game called Disaster. I find it totally racist tat at one point tat there was only one chinese in 'India'. Lol. Too bad the rain ruined the games. We had performance after dinner. Was so dam nervous. But everyone said we did great. Thank you Joel for all the support. haha. ISUC and HOMIES sang some songs. SAC had a dam funny dance. RJ and Jia Ee performed with the guitar.Terrence and Sarah oso performed. haha. It was so dam funny watching Er Vin and Yen Chiew dancing. haha. I laughed my butt off. Too bad We din get to see Dahien and Kartini, Kah Chun and Sujitra and Hong Wei and Thamil dance together. haha. I would have loved to see Dahien and Kartini dance together. Very secocok. haha. It was a great night. I love my sign for the performance. haha.DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-38934717228841329502009-10-04T18:19:00.003+08:002009-10-04T18:26:01.293+08:00Manchester United VS SundelandArgh... Was watching the match last night. Lousy display on Man U's part. very lousy match. Ugh....<br />Man U DREW with Sunderland of all people!!!!! Zzzzz. 2-2. Some more the draw was a lucky one. First Darren Bent scored with a decent shot only. But I dun really think Ben Foster is a good keeper. He's too clumsy andnot too mention <span style="font-size:78%;">small</span>. Lol. Then Berbatov scored with a nice bicycle kick in the second half. Haha. He finally scored. but soon Jones scored but he also body checked Ben Foster. And the ball just slowly bounced into the goal. Lol. Later in the game Richardson got sent off. Haha. Too bad for him. In the last few minutes of the game. There was a own goal by Anton Ferdinand. i was laughing my butt off at that goal. He really is the brother of Rio Ferdinand. All in all Sunderland should have won although I'm a Man U fan. But they should have won.DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-60756929992507037842009-09-24T17:02:00.001+08:002009-09-24T17:04:37.462+08:00So Much For HolidaysHaiz my holidays have been so boring. Only been went fishing. Went out once to a cybercafe. An spent most of my holidays practicing dance in school for prefects farewell. Loads of time wasted there seeing that it takes so long for other people to learn up some simple steps. Ugh..... Exams are only 1 month away. need to start studying. But i just feel so lazy. Anyways I'm just ranting here cause I need to update my blog. Lol. Hopefully something interesting will happen after the exams or soon.DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-89665024472806553212009-08-25T22:28:00.002+08:002009-08-25T22:36:35.587+08:00What I've DoneI've done so mcuh for you. Changed so much for you. I've wanted nothing but the best for you. I never ever wanted to hurt you or piss you off. Even if i hurt you or pissed you off i never meant it to really hurt you and i did not realise my mistake. If i could go back into the pass i would to stop myself from hurting you. But i guess this feeling is mutual. I wonder if I'm truly a nice guy or not. But tonight confirmed it all. The conclusion is i'm a total jackass. And i guess i'm not gonna talk to you anymore so i don't hurt you anymore. Don't try to contact me in any way cause im done hurting you.<br /><br />Goodbye.<br /><br />I guess I'm a whisper in the wind lucky to actually be a breeze to you. But now i have brought a storm into your life and i don't want to. So I'm gonna be gone for your good.DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-89979756844264875012009-08-24T17:10:00.003+08:002009-08-24T17:44:24.611+08:00Family CampFamily camp was freaking awesome. Everything was great. Haha.<br /><br />I left Ipoh on Saturday at about 10.30am but only got to Penang's Queensbay Mall. Walked around and saw this superly nice pair of Nike shoes. unfortunately they didn't have a size for my freakishly big feet. Haiz... Nm. I sound so materialistic. Anyways Mum wanted to have ice-cream at Svensen's. Ice-cream there is superly good. Its so rich and creamy. But does cause a bomb. The ice-cream there can be a whole meal by itself. Anyways enough of me ranting on this cause its gay for a guy to do this (shut up Adrian).<br />Got to the hotel any cheacked into my room and my roommate is Sunny. haha. Poor guy. I had evil plans for him. Basically us being guys we were crapping and we kept on writing stupid stuff to each other on the mirror after our own showers. Eugene, Lavina, Serene, Rena, Samuel, Jeremy and Daniel were all there. It was so dam funny playing cards with them. Poor Samuel had totally no luck at all.<br />Anyways the sessions were dam good. Pas. Vincent Lau and his wife Rev. Jay Zee were great speakers and the messages were awesome. They really did a good job at touching the issues. Pas. Vincent is a great speaker.<br />Anyways i spent most of my time there eating, talking, going to the beach, playing with a rubik's cube, water polo with a rubber ball, cards, laughing, annoying Sunny and the rest is a mystery. Anyways for once im gona put up some pics. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTPIPh-hvucoVgsShD6mOMBMr5Cpx0spNlBDPT6H0eriqLlnDKKYaHpRMSYY0eJol1RISWC2iO4Iwnpw9EsPa90ZK73sPLlIpGGFR78kRK8a2zHv-V0_QG8FsFScUajr2Fk6cxaWEZeP8z/s320/P8220069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373459961861772114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tO3uRNv8lf3dxu_NG6iyC1QLSKsY2Lc8XTAohEHFqh9XXaZlxxIHE6VZdAlZ1roRFVE85mOgmHE8JAixbWgO0L39ijZmwHA8MJwNlX6ElKCQQ0h8fcioiS_J42fRMdmkzLYwASTV9mTP/s1600-h/P8220068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tO3uRNv8lf3dxu_NG6iyC1QLSKsY2Lc8XTAohEHFqh9XXaZlxxIHE6VZdAlZ1roRFVE85mOgmHE8JAixbWgO0L39ijZmwHA8MJwNlX6ElKCQQ0h8fcioiS_J42fRMdmkzLYwASTV9mTP/s320/P8220068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373459947906376002" border="0" /></a>Sunny blur =pDBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-72078762428452022532009-08-08T12:46:00.002+08:002009-08-08T12:51:33.768+08:00My Life Is So DULLI guess I dun really have much to say seeing that my life is so freaking boring being form 4 and all. Its all about school and tuition.... Zzzzzz....<br /><br />Anyways yesterday went to my prefect AGM and party after tat. The AGM was pretty much watt all AGMs should be. Hand over. Boring speeches. I got first batch. I thought i would be happy. But i seem to not really care. My mind is off somewhere busy thinking over other stuff and people. U noe hu u are people. I must say tat i worry and care for you. Going on DISCO (discipline commision/my commission) is so screwed next year. Haiz... The head i think has less guts tat a kitten and the lady head is as quiet as a church mouse. Not yet even proper handover the board got issues adi. haiz... Nm. Its only for 1 and a half years.<br /><br />At night the prefects had one final outing together. Went to Alex Michael's house. Pretty much it was ok la. nothing really much to say. Just saw frens. Gave birthday bashes out to almost everyone. Nothing much. Argh... my life is so dull. =(DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-19337397951853632462009-07-26T17:42:00.001+08:002009-07-26T17:44:12.017+08:00I so need to updateArgh... i So need to update my blog but unfortunately my internet hasn't been working for the last few days and now i got exams. be patient people. I'll update it when i got time. Oh btw.. Anyone interested in paintball trip???DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-25079102040257499852009-07-13T21:34:00.001+08:002009-07-13T21:40:49.390+08:00Smoking Kills LMAO<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzyOtjTWEjntVSmcYn1-YwyY5VN3b4QeC4R-vDmlvqNCtxZXs4oePEtJObzm6I0fkPHSkdvVpjdQPaRVcLWPw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-3858438255853397352009-07-10T22:00:00.000+08:002009-07-10T22:01:01.761+08:00Footprints<p>One night a man had a dream.</p><div>He dreamed he was walking along the beach.</div><div>Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.</div><div>And for each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>One belonging to him, the other to Him.</div><div>When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints.</div><div>He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints.</div><div>He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.</div><div>He questioned the Lord, </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"You said you'd walk with me all the way. But during the most troublesome times there was only ONE set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed You most you would leave me."</div><div>The Lord replied," I would never leave you, my dear child. During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints in the sand, it was then that i carried you."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Thank you Bryan for this extremely meaningful post</span><br /></div>DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-13286608285140949982009-07-10T17:57:00.003+08:002009-07-10T18:00:30.688+08:00Love isI got bored.<br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Love Is</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Love is patient</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Love is persevering</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Love is joy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Love is goodness</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Love is shared</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Love is gentle</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Love is kind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Love is slowly losing your mind.</span>DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-2547146434923276362009-07-09T22:34:00.006+08:002009-07-10T21:45:00.348+08:00PictureMy teacher asked me to write another poem again. lol. I'll consider this poem finished adi. Pls do comment.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Picture of You</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I tried to paint a picture of you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But I got the colours wrong</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I guess black and white just fits you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Plain all along</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shaded with patience</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Stroked with love</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Streaked with guidance</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">You fit none of the above</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I could tear you apart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But with you I just couldn't depart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">In you a never filled void</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sometimes it makes me so annoyed</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'm just gonna pass you by</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A picture that never changes philosophy</span>DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437825720677011830.post-72773419194864123142009-07-07T12:56:00.001+08:002009-07-07T13:10:14.937+08:00Our Big Boss (Manveer)'s BirthdayLast Saturday we celebrated on the 4th of July. Maybe he's destined to study and live in USA.<br /><br />Anyways woke up at freakin 6.45am in the morning just to go to some stupid ceramah tat was compulsary. Thank you to Meng Wah for fetching me from my house to school. Sorry tat I made u wait a while outside before I came outside. Very sorry.<br /><br />Got to school and met up with almost the whole gang there waiting to go JJ. Wasted about 2 hours of my life sitting in the lecture theatre listening to a man bullshitting on and on about how to study. For crying out loud if u really wanted to score u would just keep reading. Zzzzzzz.<br /><br />We left early as planned. Took 3 taxis there. I got a very interesting taxi driver. He was an indian man but he swore in chinese and kept on complaining about the other taxi driver. haha. It was very funny listening to him the taxi all the way. Haha.<br /><br />Got there and we went around eating breakfast and gathering the rest of the gang. haha. We when to watch transformers 2. It was actually quite good. Lacked a bit of plot though. Just plain action. Oh btw to all God of War players. The action scenes seemed to copy GoW alot. haha. Or is it just me. But a lot of my frens agree with me.<br /><br />Anyways we later went to Food & Tea where we have already prepared for a surprise birthday for Manveer, our big Singh boss. haha. We all just had a simple meal and Joshua went to the back without letting manveer notice. As planned we brought out the cake and sang the trational birthday song. We didn't give him the Michaelian tradition of a birthday bash as usual. But then again we gave him one in school already. It was fun. Gonna miss tat guy when he leaves. We met the infamous Vanessa. and i have to say tat guy has good taste. I'm not going to say hu it is. Those who noe will noe.<br /><br />After tat we just went to a cybercafe and had our usual guy time la. Nothing much to say for tat.<br />But all in all it was fun.DBSJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880768877016818546noreply@blogger.com0