Old pictures that I'll always see.
Somethings could be better,
if we all just let them be.
and so it is, just like you said it would be.
Listening: "If Its Hurting You" - Robbie Williams.
heh.so how's life everyone?
monotonous?
haha. you seriously think i give a fuck?
erm...i dont actually.
well......maybe alittle. *shrugs*
grad. i'd rather not be there.
sorry, i aint that kinda guy that feels fuzzy on grad.
my thoughts on the graduation ceremony? (i must apologise, grad was a long time ago was it? better late than never i suppose.)
everyone else has blogged about it.
and why should i be any different? alittle on that drab ceremony if i may.
To me. It left me empty. very much so.
I didnt feel special. I didnt feel particulary satisfied. I didnt feel any more emotive than I would be if i was sitting at the train station waiting for the train.
hmm. but perhaps,
the most overwhelming feeling?
I felt sleepy.
yea. you read that right.
Sleepy. and chilly. it was kinda could in there.
(the indian dance was ludicious but i guess I dont have to comment on that, if i did, i wouldnt stop. a cross between elephants mating on discovery channel and the latest backstreetboys MTV would be how i would describe it. a potent mix no doubt.)
oi, and how was fieldcamp if you are wondering?
aight. 7 days.
dig trench. learn hw to chiong sua. the works.
just dig. no need to think. just dig.
erm, thats about it. army talk? let me save it for another time.
there is the ugly, there is a beautiful and then there is my psp.
so so, what about my new girlfriend? (moi's spanking shiny beauuuutiful Pee-Ass-Pee)
in a fit of retail theraphy got out of hand (common sypmtom with me.) i got myself a psp and found myself around 500 bucks poorer.
but heh. what the hell.
yea. its great. it lets me surf the net, watch silly video clips (Not porn. to enjoy porn, you need a big ass screen.)
play games and generally its just great to caress its curves and smooth surface.
work of art. work of art.
jap salaried workers are fucking genuises(altho they dont look it.)to come out with stuff like that.
yea. its great. it truly is. (it better be.its freaking expensive.)
I'm in a rare mood today.
one of those days where I'm sort of contented just sitting here infront of my computer and having a mental and verbal diarrhorea of sorts.
I didnt meet any one this book out.
cept luwin. forthnightly kopi/smoking session.
other than that, i've been a goodboy. visiting my grandma and staying at home.
the world bores me.
I've got nothing but my people to keep me company.
I got nothing much to talk about cept the fucking army.
I'm not negative about the army.
am I?
well, let me think of something positive about the army.
positivity
erm.
you could develop a kind of arrogance.
which enables you to walk around thinking you are some kind of big fuck.
weird, having the knowledge of how to properly sock a moron in the face will automatically boost a man's ego.
its like. "jab, throw punch, step in, kapow you surely die"
that kinda thing. highly stupid but weird.
trust me. you got to know it to understand it.
but like most of you people, dont know it, thus wont understand it.
thats why commandos and guards walk around like big fucks.
cos they know they can whoop your ass if they want too.
its dumb.
i'm dumb.
but there are people who are more stupid than me.
On street racing.
like some moron(for lack of a kinder word.) who crashed
( you know who i am talking about. it may sound offensive but deep down you know that its really stupid. and its not that 1000 bucks i'm talking about.)
please, to any one who is reading this, racing might be fun and exhilrating.
but dont race if you arnt driving a car with racing specs.
I blame all these boy racer's insanity on the initial-d movie. they forgot to put the mandatory "do not try this at home unless you sell tofu" message at the end and/or the beginning of the movie.
and no, retro fitting that recaro seat and pasting that fake GTR badge does not qualify your dad's family ride into a rubber burning machine.
if you really wanna race, come tell me.
I'll lend you my Xbox with my copies of forza motorsport and Project Gotham Racing for your racing pleasure. if thats not enought, i'll race you on the xbox.
and in addition, i'll whoop your ass so bad you wont thinking of racing again.
not even in terms of chinese, malays, indians , eurasians and idiots.
yea, i'll kick your ass real bad.
on love.
will love sustain a person?
with love a person will still
die without water after 3 days.
die without food after 3 weeks.
but
a person will not die without love till he is very fucking old.
call me a cynic.
but its true.
and you cant disagree with me.
"Our journey is over, Our time time is up. Just give up."
"How About Enough" - A Vacant Affair.
on little brother's blog
my brother has started his own blog.
its called massacredreams.
beats me.
you guys go have a look if you guys want too.
he doesnt write like me.
not in the least.
he aint very funny.
nor am I.
but at least i try.
but hell, with a name like that, it aint suppose to be very funny i suppose.
well. i've got to go.
pack my stuff.
booking in in a few hours time.
see you guys on the next book out.
i have another camp this wed all the way to friday.
wish me luck.
i hate army camping is all i have to say.