box.

i got no idea what is with my body mechanism these few days, but i feel like shit. i kind of experience mood swing, sometimes i feel happy or normal. while seconds later, i dont feel like talking to anyone. actually i know what is wrong.

seriously, i think this is the first time i am experiencing this, and its freaking me out.... the time for school semester seem to be passing even faster than the time spent during holidays...

do you get me? last time, it was the holidays that are passing in the blink of an eye. we or at least me is always complaining that the holidays are passing sooo fast, while the school semester are seem to never ends. now their roles switched, and i swear its freaking me out.

its already week 5. omg, what have i been doing for the past 5 weeks? i will very soon be in second year of mass comm, than final year....

than i got to serve fucking NS....
than i got to come out to society and decide what to do....
maybe work.... or further studies....
maybe find a woman to get married....
pray i get a child as cute as ah toon.....
or maybe not get married at all?
i will carry my guitar and travel around the world....
nono. how can i be so selfish? my parents need me....
but i will grow old.....
i better save enough money to buy myself a coffin....
my soul will than come back to the mortal world to see who cries for me.....
if my kids are fighting for my assets.... (if i have any)
curse anyone who sells my guitar for money....
see if i become a legend....

i think i better get back to my work. or yar. i forgot the last thing.

i will look for bauhaus in heaven and screw his ass.

i lack an element.

my photoshop skills sucks like hell. this is like the best shit i can come up with.

eh. fuck you la.

i was browsing through blogs. and i came across fizah's blog. and there is this 'interesting' thing about 'How much is your blog worth.?'.

fucking hell. its not accurate at all. dont even bother to try it.

My blog is worth $0.00.
How much is your blog worth?

What the hell.!!! you mean my blog is worthless.? and i no idea how to shift the stupid thing to the centre. suck ass.

i am so proud of myself....

wah. i just finished class. and i am so proud of my own masterpiece. though everyone got pretty much the same thing by simply following the lecturer's instruction. his name is mike. he is cool. wah. this is freaking cool stuff right.? actually if you ask me how to do. i have forgetten the steps already. but. nvm. i will go revise them after i installed the photoshop which i am going to buy from JB tomorrow. this semester is crazy. so i am not going to blog as much. just short and simple stuff like this.

the pigeon hole. my pigeon hole.

i live in a pigeon hole. a '5 room' pigeon hole. but. my hole dont have 5 rooms. anyway. living in a
HDB flat is a terrible event to happen. the whole concept of a hdb flat sucks. seriously.

when i was younger. my mum was very strict to me when it comes to politeness and kinda stuff. its a MUST i call 'auntie' and 'uncle' when we met any neighbours be it in the lift. along the corridoor. and i must say i was quite happy to do it at that time. cause these people that you address would than smile at you say 'good boy'...

but. as one grow up. one tend to get more cool.~ the lips get heavier. and he is just not the same enthu little boy that goes around shouting 'uncle & auntie.!'

or sometimes. you dont see a neighbour for soo long. one party doesnt really recognise another any more. so there will be no more interaction ever after.

in fact. i would put it this way. living in a hdb flat isolate each individual family so much that we dont expect anyone to come into our little space. for example. the whole family is at home doing their own stuff. and someone knocks the door. (my house door bell broke down 10 years ago. we dont see a need to repair as its most probably utilised only twice a year.) well.. there can only be a few possibilities...

1. complain.
shit. i switched on my amplifier too found and that lazy woman living upstairs is finally moving to complain against me. (i know she is lazy. she has catering service for lunch. no need for breakfast as she wakes up at 12 everyday. and she doesnt even make her own coffee.! she will buy 1 packet everyday. *all the above info from observation.)

2. registered mail.

3. salesman. ice-cream man.
they are rare nowadays. er. now we got more teenagers selling ice-cream unit by unit. i will buy if that girl is pretty....

4. BAD GUYS.
when i was small. i would get very excited when the doorbell rings. i would quickly fetch a chair and peep through the door-hole cautiously. now. i got to bend down abit to look through it. ha. how time flies...

k. i am done with this stupid entry.

oh yar. its Crystal's birthday today. Happy 17th Birthday Crystal.!!

5 random facts.... not wierd at all

as usual. i surf the net. i read other people's blog. i marvel at their grandiloquent style of writing. and i saw this latest fashion. a chain-link-related-to-blog kinda thing. i am doing it immediately cause there is always a 'curse' attached to this kinda thing.

years ago when forwarding e-mail was this 'really cool' thing to do. gosh. i hated the whole thing to the core. they are soooo soo good with coming up with attention catching headings. get you to open the mail....

read some really touching/interesting stuff.... and at the end.

''if you forward this mail to 25 friends in 3 days. you will find your true love very soon. however. if you dont do so. you will not find your true love in the next 3 years.''

FUCK. i never forward any mails before. i think its bullshit. but come to think of it. maybe that is the reason why i @#$%. anyway. here i go.

post 5 random or wierd facts about yourself.

1. i got the best mama in the world. the does mani-cure and paddy-cure. (yea. i told you she is the best.!) for me. so. i am 17 years old. but i have never trim my own nail before. just to add on. my sis and bro trim their own nails. not that my mama is bias. (she is the best.!) just that they will trim by bitting off their own nails.

2. i got really serious bow-legs problem. my legs aint straight. and people dont really realise it. cause i wear long pants most of the time now. i always believe that if i straighten my bow legs i would be taller.

3. i was 170cm when i was primary 6. i was like the giant of the class. why am i so tall.? i know exactly why. i used to be in the skipping club. and i got lots of trophies at home for skipping. i was champion for 3 years straight for the school's skipping competition. and one year i got zone champion for the speed skipping competition. so. my height rocketed when i did skipping. but after that. i grew 1 cm per year. WTF. (to those whom are thinking of getting a rope. forget it. we are all beyond that stage of growing taller...)

4. actually. i am a really quiet person.... but i got complain for 'dont-know' how many years that i am a chatterbox. it depends on my mood.

5. i take really long to come up with a blog entry sometimes.

so. the 5 person i hope can do this too will be....

Crystal.- crystal was too random.
Rachel.- well. if you are reading this. of course.
Joel.- just do it.
Yongxin.- do it. it will bring good luck to your 'A' levels.
Grace (Dajie).- its time you update your blog man...

k. actually. i am just being random here. everyone should do it. and so we can know this other better. (note the attempt to be politically correct.)

when SM[A]RT turns dumb.

wow. something happened today at mrt. there was supposedly some problems. and the train went on for 3 stations straight without allowing us the passengers to stop. the passengers were all damn angry. some were scared too. maybe it was a terror attack who knows.

i nearly prepared white papers to write my will in case something really happens....

but. back home just now. my sis reminded me. she said. 'you got nothing to put in your will except your 5 guitars.'

well. thats true. maybe i should donate them to charity. my mum may throw them away anyway. eh. nono. she is not so stupid. she would sell them for money. ha. just kidding.... i know what how she will treat those guitar if i ever @#$%. they are my most prized possession.

anyway. today's incident confirmed something. i should be in mass comm. guess what was i doing when some people were questioning(angrily) the mrt staff.? i fished out my phone and filmed it. and i also took some pictures.
the control station was surrounded by people. i really pity that woman inside. it wasnt her fault that she incident happened. but she had to take all the shit.

k. i bought the new G3 concert dvd.! saw it at hmv that day and really couldnt resist it. and. its freaking good. i say its the best G3 experience of the 3 i have watched.
its really really good. i love it.

ugly....

i am feeling awfully sick now.

i had a can of coke just now before i left school. i downed it pretty fast and i believe that should result in a hearty burp. but. it just didnt force its way out of the gullet. thus. i feel like there is a stone in my chest. later. i took 74. the bus ride sucks. its was bumping up and down. it was jerking front and forth. thus. i feel like there is a stone in my head.

i think the nice thing about drinking beer is that you would almost certainly get a hearty burp. at least its the case for me. though my mum doesnt really say anything when i drink. i know it freaks her out. as she claim my family has a notorious 'in-the-blood' kinda thing for drinking. which makes sense to a certain extent. as many of my uncles drink alcohol like water. even my auntie is a very good drinker. that is for my father side.

my mother side is another story altogether. i cant believe my mum is allergic to alcohol. she drank one mouth of e-33 that day and itched like hell for the whole night. she only require one glass of beer. and she would be off to the family doctor tomorrow for injection. well. i am certainly glad i didnt inherit this.

k. i need to bath now. and sleep.

one fine day....

maybe i will strive to be a businessman in future. i will be kept busy everyday. busy to make money. busy to make decisions. and maybe investment. i will eventually make lots and lots of money. i will be able to afford all the stuff i can think of now. i will buy a unit at straits garden. i will buy myself a nice car. i will buy and collect all the exotic guitars in the world. i will own the best guitar.

but. if that day ever come. i dont think i will have time to even play the guitar. which is quite sad. so what if i have the world's finest made guitar.?

but. i am rich. i will give my mother alot of money every month. she can be whatever she wants to do with it. as long as she is happy. and my wife. i will strive to make her the happiest woman on earth. and my kids. they will be proud to have a rich papa like me. but they are most probably going to be some spoilt brats. with no sense of pity and kinda stuff.

one fine day....
my business collapse because of some reason....

shit happens all the time.... what to do with it.?
i got no idea.
maybe being damn freaking rich is not such a good idea after all.

busy days ahead....

i forsee really busy days ahead of me. projects from the normal school load. working part-time at bottletree. and. working part-part-time at omega products.

there is this song i really like. it goes something like....

i like rock..
music that never stops..
... emotions rock..
I LIKE ROCK.!

.... i wanna play guitar everyday..
i wanna play guitar everyday..
i wanna crack it crack it all the way..
i wanna play guitar everyday..

i think every individual live life unique to themselves. thats why i find it hard to imagine two people coming together. vow to each other to do whatever stuff. its just bullshit.