This Feeling Is Fading

Term two commencing soon. Three weeks of holiday is enough to make one rot unconditionally. You had that much time to pick up your damn Sony Ericsson and dial my number. I cannot even begin to fathom your impediment on calling me up to chatter over coffee. It was not too much to ask. Perhaps a day is all i need to quench this thirst. We all have our friends to entertain and errands to run. I was being empathetic towards your schedule and i had hoped you spared a thought for me too. You were aware that i missed you. I am flabbergasted when you did not acknowledged that fact when provoked and further claiming ignorance. Heartless and insensitive towards the feelings of others around you especially those who cares. I am kicking a huge fuss because you are no ordinary friend and you had pierced on something fragile once more. I am now having some serious issues about the promising future we once discussed about. An awesome team through the test of time. What was i thinking.

Despite the brief period of acquaintance, you and i had developed a distinctive bond. It is the quality not the quantity. We clicked almost instantaneously and there were no communication barriers. We were on the same wavelength and people envied us. We were so tight we could finish up each others' sentences. When they created, "Great minds think alike!" They probably had us in minds. Dude cut me some slacks man. I cannot always be the hot one on your heels. It takes two to tango. Pump in more effort and enthusiasm into our relationship and mark my words the seeds that you sow will blossom to your benefit and advantage. You were all bluff but no stuff. Reciting bedtime stories and grandmama's tales. You expressed sentiments and tenderness but came crunch time you turned your back and walked out on me. The door slammed in my face. Devastating i felt and giving up on our blood tie i almost did. But admit defeat i will not for you deserve another chance. To err is human and to forgive is divine.

Jailbird

News spread like wildfire in the underworld. They travel fast and now i heard it all. Affectionately known as Ang Kong Siao we had a history together. You had a notorious reputation. Back in the past during our cheong sua days behind those walls we used to play carom with the rest of the mates. You would always win. You were the unbeatable. But now you lost. Landing your sorry ass behind bars. Guess i will not be seeing you anytime soon. Have a nice life.

Torn. Shattered. Broken.

So you have a boyfriend now. Well good for you. Congratulations. But just wondering. Why our song at your blog?

Do Not Be Alarmed

I had been out for a complete thirty six hours and spent the night at a friend's place only to return home and discovered my shoutbox was malfunctioning. I had it replaced in the past hour. Bleargh! Planet Mars will be the brightest in the night sky starting August. It will look as large as the full moon and even bigger through the telescope. This will cultimate on 27 August when Mars comes within 34.65 million miles of earth. Be sure to watch the sky on the abovementioned date at 12:30 am. It will look like the earth has two moons. The next time Mars may come this close is in the year 2287. Share this with your friends. No one alive today will ever see it again.

Just Three Words

Look me in the eyes and tell me that you hate me. Only then will i believe you.

Simple Pleasures Of Life

A week had sailed since i last saw campus. The pages flipped sweepingly before my very eyes. Time flies when you are having fun. My holiday was well spent. I pledged to stay at home for at least twelve hours today. With a pinch of salt i had declined my brother's invitation to the beach this afternoon. It was not easy. A herculean task by itself with a huge weight on my shoulders. Hearing the waves crashed the shore and the wind bellowing in the background when i called to check on him made my heart skipped a beat. I missed the sea on my back and the sands beneath my sized eight feet.

I had been out for most days of the week and neglected my resposibilities indoor. I make such a sloppy occupant. My room is in a mess. There are chores crying for my attention with so many things to do in so little time. It is pouring outside and the cool atmospheric conditions make staying much more enduring and enticing. Murky and morose. When the urge arises to step foot outside there will be nothing much to don. My favourite clothes are not ironed yet. Sometimes it is hard being independant. Not that i am complaining. In fact i am relishing every moment of it. Total freedom is bliss.

I hate it when i reached my maximum sms limit. That is one area i can never exercise prudence. There was accounting class this afternoon and i waved as if i watched it passed me by. I would probably be embarking on my powerpoint project later. If i am feeling effervescent i might even write notes for my modules. Nothing much to watch on the boob tube anyway. Tuesdays stink. I was in the bus on my way for my practical yesterday and along boarded what i called the epitome of beauty and elegance, despite wearing pink. Silly colour. She was HOT. I hope to see her at the driving centre again.

Vroom Vroom

I passed one of my many riding practicals again today with ease if i must add. I was late thanks to a phone call i entertained. Then again i was hardly punctual for many occasions. Should have asked my pal to send me to the driving centre. No more cabs for me. The fare hike was terrifying. I am saving every penny for a motorcycle. To make matters worse the feeder bus to Boon Lay Interchange took ages to arrive. When i got to the interchange the queue for 187 was empty. Damn i missed it. The only consolation was the weather. It was forgiving. The breeze and overcast made riding more pleasant and invigorating. The instructor got the rest of the group to stop and watch me ride. Exemplary he said. It was embarrassing and flattering at the same time. It was euphoria when i got to travel at gear five on the open circuit. If only i could go higher. Sadly that was the maximum. I want a lean and mean bike. Sponsors anyone?

Love Is Blind

Mr Bigglesworth [4:42 AM]:
Let me express my feelings

Mr Bigglesworth [4:42 AM]:
I feel that Maggie is beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent, smart and all that crap guys use on girls when they are in looooooooooooooove

Mr Bigglesworth [4:43 AM]:
I feel like dancing!

By the way Mr Bigglesworth is Sharill and Maggie is Jurianah. He goes on to say:

Mr Bigglesworth [4:45 AM]:
Where can i print good quality pictures from the comp? I need to put Maggies' pictures under my bike's seat.

I am speechless. To be continued.

My Classmates Are Competitive

I did not attend supplementary class yesterday. Though i had planned to catch up on my rusty accounting it was no surprise that i chose to hide under my musty blanket. I may have had some background on that dull subject but that was back in secondary school. I sucked at it anyway. I passed my continual assessment but my discontentment was apparent. The result was unsatisfactory. I was disappointed with myself big time. I am capable fo achieving much better. Gone were the days when i topped the class at every tests although i was a rascal and my lecturers hated me. I came in first for the final examination last year and was awarded twice for excellent performance despite clocking a below average attendance. Truancy was my game.

I revealed my score to brother and he too was displeased and astounded. Our standards are high and here i am being mediocre. It also occurred to me that i needed to pull my acts together when i received a rude awakening. A friend actually encouraged me to call it quits after observing my lacklustre attitude towards the academics. Friend said i was wasting precious time since i was interested in school no more. If that was what i had been exhibiting then reality bites. It shook me quite hard. I still sought to attain that bloody certificate at the completion of these two years. I took it too easy and played too much for the past two months. I will not look back but will stride forward and unleash my full potential. Watch me make a comeback.

The Good Old Times

I saw you sitting under that same void deck a few days ago. You never saw me but i did. I am glad you were in the pink of health. Looking good as usual. Still charming as ever. You had evolved and matured. How can i ever missed you sitting there all alone when i always gazed at that spot. It brought back bittersweet memories when we joked and laughed. The very same bench we sat at and chatted till way past midnight to greet the morning dew. We never wanted to go home and observed the break of dawn when the sun peeked over the horizon. Being reminded of you and our history together hurts me time and again. I am strong but you weakened me. I had not entirely moved on and i am sorry i fought you. I am a man of very few regrets but you were the greatest. Do know that your name is always in my prayers and your welfare is forever in my thoughts. I miss you much.

Captain Of Lives

My brother went to prison today. Not for an offence he committed but for a job interview. He is still not back yet and awaiting his return makes me anxious. I am excited for him. He needed a change of environment away from the kids at some rowdy secondary school in the west. No one should stay stagnant at any point in his life for too long. We had discussed about this and teaching in a prison sounds cool. It is much more rewarding and noble. I thought it was a splendid idea. He has what it takes to be a mentor. His second choice is to teach at the Singapore Sports School. I love that place. If only it was erected during my time will i definitely enrol. Perhaps in the swimming team. For now i can only wait patiently for big brother to bring home some good tidings. I shall hope and pray.

A Note To Mum

I may be a bad son but i have a big heart too. That is all i have to say.

Ole Ole Ole Not

France thrashed Brazil 1 - 0. Just when i was about to pop champagne in celebration of perhaps a Brazilian victory, they just had to lose. Maybe i will save the bottle for the finals at Devils Bar. I slept when the hucksters at Punggol were up and about haggling their daily fishy businesses. Six hours later and i am stirred from my slumber. Thanks buddy for waking me up. I am cancelling my practical at Bukit Batok Driving Centre today. I have other plans like places to visit and people to meet. Hey it is a Sunday man i need my break. I should really take it easy and not be hard on myself. It is the holidays afterall. I will enjoy myself and let loose. I would like to continue riding tomorrow but the boys yearn for Tanjong Beach. I will deal with that later.

Until The Day I Die By Story Of The Year

Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you

As years go by
I race the clock with you
But if you died right now
You know that I'd die too
I'd die too

You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does

We'll make the same mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
Cause I know I still do

CHORUS:

Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you

Should I bite my tongue
Until blood soaks my shirt
We'll never fall apart
Tell me why this hurts so much

My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
But still we'll say remember when
Just like we always do X2

CHORUS

Yeah I'd spill my heart
Yeah I'd spill my heart for you

My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Mistakes like friends do

My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes

CHORUS

Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die X2