The start of the semester wasn't exactly what I've envisaged. As if having it pouring all week long wasn't enough God decided that I needed another punishment. The rain meant that friendly matches that I've co-organized had to be cancelled causing frustration to both parties. Not only that, it frustrated me further to know that I am not able to hold training sessions which means that whatever progress that I was looking forward to has been impeded. Right now, I have very little faith in my own judgement thanks to forces that are beyond my control. Oxymoron much? Perhaps. But that's because I've lived my life with the principle that everything can be controlled. Well, external forces, ones far more powerful that I am or will ever be have other plans in mind.

To add to this misery, I just had to sustain a knee injury during a game for my club. The whole thing happened in a blink of an eye. Heavy guy fell down on my leg in a position that is far too awkward for any ligaments or tendon to stay undamaged. Thankfully, me screaming at the top of my lung stopped everyone in their tracks for if they didn't, I was certain that I would have been trampled upon by guys who are of more than 100kg in weight individually. I didn't dare to look down to see what had happened to my leg for fear of seeing that it has been detached or even a fracture. I've overly dramatize the whole situation but that was what ran through my mind at that time..thinking of the worst that could have happened. Thankfully, everything is intact- superficially that is. All I felt was this numbing sensation that ,thankfully, God has built our bodies to be of certain manner when faced with such situations.

Right now, all I can do is to limp my way around with the help of powerful painkillers. Sleeping on the night I've sustained that injury was a sleepless one as when I turned it my sleep, I would be awakened by the sudden sheer pain. Trying to fall asleep in such a weird and conformable position was particularly hard. If it wasn't for the drowsiness that came with the medications, that night would have been a sleepless one.

Till now, I still have no idea the extent of this injury. All I know is that there is no fracture as confirmed by an X-Ray test earlier. Thankfully, Fahmy managed to slot me in for an appointment with his sports physician tomorrow. Else, I would have to wait till the 21st of March just to get an Orthopedics specialist's assessment. By then, any chance of me recovering just in time for the Quad-Unis would be nothing but just a wish.

I've no regrets about what happened last Saturday. Whatever happened was probably meant to happen anyway. All I can do right now is to look forward and recover the best I can. No point crying of spilled milk and it is certainly pointless to feel sorry for myself. I have a lot of people doing that for me already. My contribution to that department is unnecessary. I'm going to hope for the best and expect the worse from here on out.

As I lay in bed while waiting for the medication to take it's effect on me, I can't help but to wonder about how nice the past week has been for me. 2011 looks kinda good right now. Found a couple of new things to do; ones that I would have never thought I would actually do 10 years ago.

In a few days time, I'd be turning 24. I can't believe I'm actually going to be so old. I've had moments where I would literally stare into space during tuitions and I'd wonder what life has been for me so far for the past 23 years. Honestly, I can recollect anything more than 5 years ago without any difficulty. Guess I've been doing a lot lately.

Honestly, I was never a bike person. If you asked the 18 year old me, I would have told you that I just can't see myself riding. Driving yes but riding was definitly out of the picture. I still don't know what motivated me to pick up riding lessons but I did and 6 months later I was zipping around on my trusty Kawasaki. I can never forget the feeling of riding my own bike for the very first time. It was absolute freedom!

I can never see myself not having a bike. Despite people telling me how dangerous it is and all, I shall never give it up. I dare say it's the perfect substitute for flying. Unless you're flying off the bike that is...that's a different story altogether. So every now and then, I'd load up my iPod with whatever techno/club/trance/whateveritscalledbecauseicantreallybebotheredaboutit music and ride the Malaysian roads in the dead of the night. It's the kind of feeling that one gets when playing need for speed or burnout or midnight club. It's the exact replica! Except that when you total your ride, you are done for!

The girlfriend doesn't quite trust my riding skills though. This is the guy who got into an accident inside a carpark while doing something really stupid. Can't believe I spent that national day in the hospital. But a few days back, I got screamed at by the dear pillion by pulling a fast corner over some allegedly sandy part of the road near the barrage. This is the exact same guy who countersteered his way out of a skid. Ok...I know it sounds as though I am boasting or gloating here but i'm not. Really! All I'm saying is that I THE safest rider ever! I have this phenomenal gift of intuition along with a sharp mind to do an AOS in a matter of seconds. Ok, now I'm gloating. So sue me already.

In another part of the world, this captaincy gig is really taking a toll on me. I wish I could be that kind of person who could just move along if people wouldn't get on with the program. Instead, I am the neverleaveanymenbehind kind of person. Bummer! It's really draining on me just to gather up the full team for a proper session. The quad-Unis are just a month away and the attitde that I am getting is absolutely disheartening. God, if yours listening to me, I am really praying for a miracle here. Let's hope the game against acjc this Wednesday afternoon will be a good one. I am praying hard here.

I used to be a soldier who never loses his composure

I have never felt so tired in my life before. Well, that's just an exageration but I know that you know what I mean. It's been 6 days of pure intense rugby consisting of trainings from Monday till Thursday followed by a friendly match with the school team on Friday and a club match on Saturday. The latter's result had to be voided as the game was cancelled halfway through thanks (but no thanks) to the rain. All I got from that game was a bruised ego along with a bruised shoulder, a bump on the head, a knocked up knee and along with an extremely sore body. This isn't Sunday anymore, it's SOREday.

As if that isn't enough, work is also wearing down. 2 sessions of tuitioning today, one sessions of MTS yesterday and also Pizza delivery yesterday and later in the evenings. Come Wednesday, it'll be another sessions of MTS at my old secondary school in the evening. Soon, I'll have another coaching assignment in some school which I only hearing it's name for the first time. If you find these all very overwhelming, you're probably right- it IS! All I can say is that I am going through hell for a little piece of heaven. Hope that small little piece won't disappoint.

How my life is like right now mirrors everyone- albeit in a rather different way. We spend our lives going through hell just for that little piece of heaven which most of us calls retirement. Sadly, most of us will never get there. Bright side of it all is that we won't have to suffer the ails of old age. Well, at least that's what some of us prefer anyway. We can never truly do what we want to do in our lives. We are often tied down with nonsense such as responsibilities, obligations, mortgages, debts, bla bla bla. The list goes on. ITS NEVER ENDING!!!

It's sickening how we think how blessed we are when all we get is pummelled upon by things we need to do. The ratio of us getting pummelled by that versus getting levitated by things that we really want to do is dissapointing. So at the end of the day, all of us are living a lie.

I realize how pessimistic and morbid this all sounds. But then, not everyone can actually handle the truth. People can even get killed or detained for trying to show some light on things. So I am back to square one- what is the meaning of life?

If you have yet to watch Scott Pilgrim VS the World...well...you should. Life's a game. Play it well.

Watching Friday Night Lights again (the movie not the TV series), has instilled something within me. Something really important. Perhaps, I shall part you all with a quote from that movie that has really moved me to do something. Something about being perfect. Because being perfect means...

Being perfect is not about that scoreboard out there. It's not about winning. It's about you and your relationship with yourself, your family and your friends. Being perfect is about being able to look your friends in the eye and know that you didnt let them down because you told them the truth. And that truth is you did everything you could. There wasnt one more thing you could've done. Can you live in that moment as best you can, with clear eyes, and love in your heart, with joy in your heart? If you can do that gentleman - you're perfect!


For my team, I need to be perfect. Somehow, it has got to work...

Spending the last 3 days of working has been really tiring. But nevertheless, with the company I'm having there, I did not regret working over the new year. Plus, I get paid just to sit inside the store when there's nothing to do but to eat, drink and basically hang out. What's there not to like.

Riding around, I have thought about the kind of jobs that I've had over the past years. Come to think of it, it's really quite a list. Because I have nothing better to do but to sit in front of the computer as I decide whether I should head to the gym or not, I think I'm going to list the jobs that I've worked as.

Grocery Store Helper (2001)
It was near Hari Raya and my dad's friend needed help at this store. So why not?

Door Salesman (2003)
Worst job in the world to take on especially when the "O" levels are just around the corner. Earned nothing from that damn job.

Construction Worker (2003)
My neighbor asked. I agreed. Spent a couple of days in the sewers. Awesome job!

Security Officer (2004)
Shitty job with shitty pay. Didn't know why I took it in the first place. Worked there for 11 days straight without any days off before I decided to quite because of the next job (:

Technician- Repairing TVs (2004-2005)
BEST JOB ION THE WORLD!! Basically, just travelling around the area and servicing people's tv.

Packer (2004)
Just packing stuff.

Waiter (2005-2006)
Talking to strangers have never been more interesting. Spilled soup all over the tray en route to the table on the first day.

Army (2006-2008)
Need I say more? Well, that was a "hump" where I didn't work but got paid to run, shoot, shout and fly around the world.

Relief Teacher (2008)
I basically get to screw around kids' minds and getting paid quite a bit for it.

Tutor (Present)
Easy money. Easy job.

Pizza Delivery (Present)
Shitty money. But I basically get to race around town on a Wave and the tips are like Katy Perry's Hot & Cold.

This didn't turn out to be as awesome as I thought it would be. Maybe I should get back to this when I have more ideas.

It's been such a long time since i've wrote anything on this space. I can't remember the last time since I've wrote anything. Havent had much luck in writing anything sensible partly perhaps due to the amount of reports that I had to do last semester and partly also because I've lost my muse. Where shall I begin?

Last semester was a total disaster. After facing fierce resistance towards my thoughts of taking a year off from studies, I had to simply soldier on with the remaining semesters of this damn university education. I can't really put a finger as to why I finally conceded to carrying on when I had no more motivation to do so. But a huge part of it can be factored to my parents- I don't want to disappoint them. Even though they have never emphasized on how much importance this studying thing is, I can tell that somehow they have their hopes pinned down on me. Being the first to ever reach this level in my ENTIRE family, it does provide a bit of a pressure for me to actually perform. Well, NTU has provided me with a sense of relief as I found out that I am able to graduate a semester earlier than my peers. But as of any major milestones of my academic track has provided with, I find myself asking the same question all over again, "What's next?" So far, all I have received would be more blanks and even more questions that I ask myself. I cannot ask any of my family members that question because at the level I am at, they too are dumbfounded. If only I was born into a smarter family...

2010 has been sort of an interesting year. Started out with me getting dumped for good. Guess that will forever be seared in my mind; not that I have yet to do anything about it. But it gets more interesting with me surprisingly being made captain of the team. Honestly, I have no idea on how to run a team at this level. I was aiming towards mediocricy, instead I was shoved with a whole load of greatness. Then I got reunited with someone special back from JC. However, that too had its own twist and turn to it. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I felt the pinge of betrayal from someone whom I have never thought would do such a thing. Just when you think you can actually trust somebody, the throw you a whole new ballgame that puts you back to square one. I dare say that 2010 is filled with setbacks...a lot more that one could have ever anticipated. Then again, I've always thought that even years were bad years. So much so for me hoping that 2010 would have been a good one. Guess I've struck out on luck.

However, it was not without its moments of beauty. As I have always said, if there were no solutions, then its not even a problem to begin with. Every problem has its solutions. Some of it might need a little bit more resiliance than others to reach for it but its there for sure. I have always been the sort of person who thinks with his heart but having a great deal of passion might work both positively as well as negatively. The year has been some sort of self-discovery for myself. Someone once told that if I cannot love myself first, no way in hell can others love me. There is a lot of truth in that provided that you do not fall deeply in love with yourself- that just plain vanity and it's just disgusting. Not that I am low on self-esteem or anything but that boosted it by a great deal.

Well, the year's coming to an end in just a few days time and nope, I'm not going to make any new year resolutions. I have never made any new year resolutions before and I am intending for things to remain that way. What I have with me is a life plan. Though I might fall short of things somehow somewhere, I'll make up for it soon enough. Let's just see how the days roll by and I'll just do what I do best- improvise.

SPARKLE MOTION

You can thank me, for finding out a way to turn back time.
See there's this ghost who's a friend of mine,
who always keeps me safe until I wake up and rise
from the heart of a shallow grave.

This philosophy is killing me,
still you're willing to stay while I go set the blaze
that's gonna kickstart a craze that gets my name placed
down in history for burning down his privacy.

Polish off your last glass, breathe out one last sigh,
and kiss your ass goodbye.
Get up and go, get up and go on with the show.
If you just stop trying, it'll come to you.
Get up and go, get up and go, give it a go.
When you've got to know, I guess I'll get up and go,
on with the show.

Give me a warning if it's called for,
I'll go plan our escape but there's no time to waste.
So keep those hips moving, moving side to side.
It'll make their eyes grow wide to keep them occupied.
Take it off like you know you should, I wouldn't give a damn if you said you never would.
Our heads are filled with the perfect tune,
so take my hand now, this will all be over soon.
Let the water hit your shoes, and pass over and over.

Polish off your last glass, breathe out one last sigh,
and kiss your ass goodbye.
Get up and go, get up and go on with the show.
If you just stop trying, it'll come to you.
Get up and go, get up and go, give it a go.
If you've got to know, I'm so over it.
If you just stop trying, it will come to you.
When you've got to know, I guess I'll get up and go,
on with the show.

BROKEN WINGS


Fight the fight alone
When the world is full of victims
Dims a fading light
In our souls

Leave the peace alone
How we all are slowly changing
Dims a fading light
In our souls

In my opinion seeing is to know
The things we hold
Are always first to go
And who's to say
We won't end up alone

On broken wings I'm falling
And it won't be long
The skin on me is burning
By the fires of the sun
On skinned knees
I'm bleeding
And it won't be long
I've got to find that meaning
I'll search for so long

Cry ourselves to sleep
We will sleep alone forever
Will you lay me down
In the same place with all I love

Mend the broken homes
Care for them they are our brothers
Save the fading light in our souls

In my opinion seeing is to know
What you give
Will always carry you
And who's to say
We won't survive it too

Set a-free all
Relying on their will
To make me all that I am
And all I'll be


to what humanity has become...go ahead and click the title

Dear God,

Why are you doing all these to me? You know that I am not that strong. Ease up a little and let me find my way back home please?

Regards

School is slowly beginning to chip away my soul. What happened to the comfort that our teachers gave? "everything is going to be so much easier after your A levels" is a total lie. Okay...perhaps partially because we boys get to take a break for two years. National Saikang isn't as bad as everyone thinks it is. Besides being confined for the weekdays and sometimes the weekend, I don't think there's nothing that I don't like about it. Although, I can hear a lot of people jumping on my defense and saying how wrong I am. But hey, to each his own. I got the good part while you're just unlucky to get it bad by being subordinated to people like me. Not like I'm a bad superior anyway.

So everyone's dying. Those who aren't, have nothing but school going on in their lives. That was an indirect way of me saying that they don't quite have a life. Hence, school is an incomplete package. Can you imagine what you're future employers are going to see when all they see on your resume is nothing but your so called excellent GPA? What about CCA? What about other things? TeeeeeeetTtt!! (im trying to emulate the sound of a buzzer there)

I'm supposed to be writing out my essays but so far, nothing coherent is coming to my mind. I hate writer's block. IF HDB was to actually build such a block, I'll shit at its lobby everyday and pee in the lift. In short, it'll be my toilet. By now, I'm pretty sure you get the idea but I just can't help to emphasize it because I cant seem to be able to write something coherent for the paper that's going to be graded.

I love bike rides. It gives me a peace of mind which then inspires me to write about a lot of things. But you see, that's the frustrating part. I can't note down these thoughts and no matter how hard I try to remember them, I would have probably forgotten about all of them when I finally get to park my bike. When that happens, comes to urge for me to get on again and ride. Well, you know what? I NEED OPEN ROADS!!! If it winds, It'll be so much better. Btw, it's winds as in winding not because I am grammatically illegitimate. Stop jumping on me guys. pffttt!!

So yes...I had fun today. The rain was merely a hump in a great day; so was the waiting time for each ride. Speaking of which, I hate a (dirty) joke. What does Viagra and roller-coasters have in common? You have to wait over an hour for 3 mins of fun. But other than that, I had a great time. Kinda reminds me why I'm still afraid of rollercoaster rides. YEs I AM! Is that supposed to be a revelation for you? Anyway, it's because I dont have any control. IT goes where it is supposed to go. That's what makes it so scary. I can't dictate when that initial dip(this is the scariest part by the way) will be and how the twists and turns will come about. SO there you go. (:

Bleargh!

I'm supposed to be doing my readings and all other nonsense but here i am writing out this nonsense. I guess, i'm very very selective about my nonsense.

Looking through my photos on FB, i guess I could see me slowly but sure transforming. Photos of me as a toddler that was posted up by my cousin kinda reminded me how all of us used to be young. Well, by that i mean't our parents too. When I look at how young my parents were then and how worn out they look now, I regret the times that I dont get to spend with them. With secondary school, it's because of them working. So I decided that I didn't want to stay at home too long because I stopped seeing the point of coming home to an empty house. So I picked up a lot of things to do with rugby making the bulk out of it.

That was 10 years ago. Now, I think im regretting the times that I don't get to spend with them: my family. True, one of the reasons why is that I am actually embarrased by their antics sometimes- with my mom speaking so loudly to us all that I guess the whole world knows what we are talking about( think lift with strangers in it plus my mom scolding my dad for being so slow :\)

I guess that's what make them them. They would talk so loudly that I suspect strangers think that me and my brothers must be deaf. And my dad, he just so chill about things. I've never seen him or heard him in a panic state before. Not even when I told him about an impending punishment that I might get for losing my "wife" over in Taiwan.

My parents have indeed make me who I am. Well, that said, I dare say that I have the best parents in the world- wouldn't trade them for anything at all.

Seeing how the times has worn them out...i feel a sense of sadness. They've never quite told me how they were like when they were young in whole- just bits and pieces here and there. But maybe because they were/are always so busy and all. But I wouldn't be who I am right now if it wasnt for them.

That said, I can sense some of you already thinking bad things about them for you think I have done something bad to you. Well..FUCK YOU! Things happen because they were meant to happen. No matter how much effort you put into things, it will never turn out the way you want it to be. Not even if you cry infront of others just to get their sympathy. To me, it's jsut an act of sucking up and that sucks- shows how parasitic your personality is like. Plus, to make others feel bad about their choice(even though its a good one), that's just as bad. Says a lot about you.

That out of the way, some parents are jsut so screwed up. They always think that what they're doing is right when it spells W-R-O-N-G. I get these people...they've committed so much mistakes in their past that nobody ever showed them what is right. It comes to a point that what they think is right is actually wrong.

Ah...i've lost my train of thought here and hell yeah did I digress here. Oh wells.

Cherish your youth, even when you're all wrinkly

It's been a damn long time since I've written anything here. The blame could probably be placed to the countless of writings that I have to do just to get that measly piece of paper halfway through 2012. Slowly but surely I am asking myself- Is this all worth it?

Life would surely be better off if I was on some faraway deserted island where all I do all day is relax, enjoy life and get served by beautiful servants (no dirty thoughts here please). I am sure somehow this fits into some of your very definition of paradise. Instead, what we all we want is to go through hell for a measly piece of heaven before ending up in hell for eternity.

I have a joke which sums up the point that I'm trying to get at here.
An investment banker was in a plane that crashed into the sea. He gets washed up onto an island which was had a small native population living on it. After he was nursed back to full health, he began to take notice of how the natives lived their lives. They did nothing all day but to laze around and occasionally fish for food and farmed just for sustenance. Nobody seems troubled as their life was that of lax. He thought to himself, "they could be so much better off if they did a lot more!"
So one day, he went up to the chief and started questioning him.
"Why is nobody really working here?" he asked.
"What for?" was the chief's reply.
"So that they can grow more food"
"What for?"
"So that you can export the food"
"What for?"
"So that you can make money for yourself!" the investment banker was getting annoyed at this point.
"What for?" the chief continued.
"So that you all can one day settle down peacefully on some tropical island and retire peacefully without any worries about the world"
"Isn't that what we're doing now?" came the chief's reply.

Each day, we are in pursuit of something...something that is intangible: happiness. We take that everything we do now is just a means to attain that. But slowly and surely, it chips away our soul bit by bit. Are we really happy in what we do? I guess the best way for any of us to love anything that we do is to do something which is an end in itself- like making money.

Fact is, I still have no idea why im here. I should have signed that damn paper 3 years ago and be part of ISAF by now. But, some some sheer carelessness, i opted out of it. Not a day goes by without me wondering about the "what ifs".

I guess, we live our lives thinking about the "what ifs". Each day is lived with us making choices. Having the chance to actually choose is what makes us all humans. While we may casually think that there are many options available for us all, fact is, at every second of our lives we are deciding whether to open door A or door B. There's only 2 choices for us. Only 2! Every other choice is basically the succession of the choice that we've made from the previous ones.

Time is a bitch on this one because it doesn't allow us to reverse on the choice that we make. It's constantly moving forward. But thankfully, with the blessings of ingenuity, us humans have been able to delay the effects of time- we are now allowed to move horizontally. Progression doesn't always take place vertically; it sometimes takes place horizontally. Like from JC to Poly kind of thing. It is still a progression. We choose exhaustively without thinking much of the consequences of our daily lives. We choose and choose until we hit a brick wall. If you hit one literally, then, go see a doctor for it because I'm talking analogically. Upon the confrontation with that brick wall, we then have the option of sliding sideways. It's a slim chance but the chance is there nontheless. It's like looking for a that hole with sunlight in a dark cave- you either go for it or you'll remain there in the dark. Either way, there has to be progression.

Consequences do come with each and every choice that we make. Right now, the choice that I've made to write this out has resulted in me not doing my readings or any of my reports. But it's a choice I've made and we live with the choices we make. In order for us to make "smarter" choices we have to gain that sense of maturity. Here, I define maturity as having a full sense of consequences from the choices that we make. We never make our choices blindly. How we choose has been shaped by the people around us, and also past events that has brought us to the point of life that we are at now.

Too bad, nobody realizes this- we actually live our lives in a big circle. Ever wondered as to why a certain point of our lives seems so familiar? We have a term for it: mid-life crisis. It's exactly the same point where we decide what to do with the rest of our lives. Think O levels or A levels. That period of time left you wondering, "what the hell should I do next?" But thankfully, during our youth, we have our family, friends and also our teachers to guide us. Try doing that at the age of 40. The only sources of guides that you'll have are: mortgage, your family and your kids' education. But we get by...by god we do. That's the amazing character of humans: our resilience.

Well, after that period, you think you're doing fine because you got by. Wait till 50 hits you and then 60. The sad thing about us all is that we are only temporary. We are temporary in other people's live. We are temporary at a place. We are only temporarily on earth. The constant being of temporariness.

Life starts with us jumping off a diving board aiming for a perfect entry into that small hole at the bottom. Many of us fall short and land on the sides of that small hole.

PERFECTION

Everyone is striving for this. To be perfect. To want everything to be perfect. It is a crime to ourselves if we fall short of being perfect. What does this word mean?

To many of us, it simply means getting everything correctly done. To others, it means nothing goes wrong. Its a half-full, half-empty kind of dialectic. It's a shame that we have turn our minds to an explaination so simple that we lose foresight of what this word really means.

"I am a perfectionist!"
Many of us proudly exclaim this fact and then deliberately ignore the "urgh!" faces that everyone around us makes. Some of us even suffer from violent spasms whenever we hear this and when we finally gain conscious, we find the perfectionist perfectly lying on the perfect floor with a perfect red mark which suspiciously has the same size as our palm on their face. Then again, you can always exclaim, "whoops! Im sorry! Im not perfect you see.."

Nobody has ever realized the true meaning of perfect. Here is a list of things that it really means.

Paranoia
We never ever want to get things wrong. When things go wrong, we panic! At best, we resign to fate which is good because we then realize that we can get everything to go our way (unless you're me of course). Because we want everything to go right (aka our way), we tend not to trust others so willingly. We end up doing all things ourselves and then scream in angst when we realize what we're really doing is digging a deeper hole (which is only good if you want to end up on the other side of the world aka China or NTU).

I mean, look at Hitler! He had a good thing going. He could have even stopped the Allied invasion dead in it's tracks in Normandy. Instead, his distrust in his Generals meant that they didn't have the capability to mobolize the Panzer reserves to unleash hell on the Allied attacks. They had to ask for his permission and even then, he'll only consider about it. By the time he approved of it all, the Allies were already in too deep. That fellow commited suicide just over a year later. He was a perfectionist!

Are you going to perfect everything that goes wrong? I guess, yes and no. Well, wanting things to be perfect isnt wrong. No wait, it actually is! You can never get perfection. What you want to strive for is greatness. Perfection is overated. And soon, perfectionists will be walloped by the anarchist who wants nothing to be in order (but that itself is a certain kind of social order).

All I am saying is that, don't be so bothered about every little thing that doesn't go according to your way. Two wrongs makes a right anyway. So, if you keep doing something and you think you're going the wrong way, just do it one more time and then you're sure to be on the right path soon enough.

Don't let wanting things to be perfect consume you. Perfection is in the others of how others see you. It's whether you are perfect to them or not. NEVER EVER compromise on your values and your traits. That's not being perfect, that's being accomodating. So unless you're a hotel or a hotel manager (even if its the kind found on Facebook), do yourself a favour and dont do that...it's just too insulting.

Prefects are certainly not perfect

If there's one way of describing how I feel now, it would be melanchonically angsty. I don't know how else to feel except this way. I guess, it borders between being sian and dulan. The week has been very hectic and the new job is rather demanding on the part of the managers. They're treating me as if I'm on a term break or something. Think I'll need to cut down on the working hours just so that I can finish my school work, work and not be so tired the next day that all I want to do is to sleep.

Time is never on my side. It's ever so fleeting which is painfully annoying. If I had just one or two hours more in a day, I think I'll be able to do so much more. Is there actually a way to slow things down so that I can actually get more done? If you know of such a way to do that, let me know. I'd really appreciate that. Imagine this, me being a blur to everyone while everyone else seems to be creeps(just because they move and creeping speed).

I know what I just blabbered about seems incoherent. I FEEL incoherent. Maybe even disconnected. It's like whatever is being taught in this semester doesn't make sense at all. Sure, I do go to classes and all but yeah, it's beginning to seem that it doesn't make a fucking difference whether I do or not; I come out still feeling clueless.

Yes yes, I can hear some of you sniggering away about me and my incompetence. Go ahead then. You might get far in what you're doing right now, but always remember- It was the tortoise that won the race.

Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself

I have been getting such weird dreams lately. They have been getting so weird lately that the realm of dreams and reality have been blurred into on big mess(or I should say?). Many have told me that dreams is the toy of the devil. Well, if so, I guess I am playing his game pretty well and perhaps, I am even outplaying him.

It came to a point that I was "shown" this particular phrase which I tried to record as closely as my memory permits.
We will always treasure the representatives of how each friendship begins and how it ensues. We will forever think about the friendships forged and when we think about what it was like before they were forged, we cringe.

That is as far as I can remember. Try googling it. I can't find it anywhere. Along with that, I have been "interacting" with different characters. It all makes it seem that I have a past life which I am trying so hard to forget but it keeps on haunting me. It is all making me seem that in my previous life, I was someone who kills and kills- but not for no reason. Perhaps that could explain my superior sense of protecting- of becoming a sheep dog, protecting the herd of sheep from the wolves.

All this is seemingly incoherent right now. But each time I retire, all questions that I have thought of either consciously or subconsciously gets answered. Sometimes, it's not even the ones that I wanted to be answered right away. But it's as though I am given revelations as to how things are like, was like and is going to be. Last night, I dreamt about how the world was going to end- it was so fucking scary.

I actually confided in my elder brother, one who I continually blame myself for he actually turned out(I shall share it with you if you ask. Im very selective who I share this with so be honored if I do). In him, I told him I was not ready to die. I told him that the angels require me to do a lot more good if I do not want to end up in hell because it seems like I was going to be there for all eternity. I told him that he has to help me hold back the angel of death just so that I can accomplish my goals that God has set out for me. In that sense, I told him that God has asked me to revert all that mankind has done to prevent Armageddon. It seems like it was possible.

I don't know, it all seems so real. I actually felt the fear. I actually felt the frustration. For the first time, I actually felt that I was given the truth about my existence.

Then again, perhaps I have been played too much by the devil into all this.

But then, the person whom i confided in was no other than my elder brother. The one person whom actually felt hurt by my own trait of wanting to do things on my own; of wanting to sort things out on my own. Honestly, I cry when I come to think of my family's demise. No, its not like I am wanting it to happen or else, why would I cry? It scares the hell out of me(too bad that doesn't get me to heaven)! I cannot imagine a time where they dont exist. Hmm..perhaps that was what it was meant by that phrase.

Who am I?

So Hot And You Sweat On It


I'm not a kid you would call a tradition.
And I don't give a fuck about the human condition.
Or regard warnings or lurking suspicions.
Of a life lead after dark.
I'm not one to think that half the suspense is.
Knowing what actions have consequences.
Or knowing what day in the week it really is.
Not that it ever mattered.

I'm sure I'll see you around.
'Cause I don't get up until the sun is down.
So if you think that you can wait around.
I will be back to see you off in the morning.

I got this thing it's called having a good time.
The only difference is that I don't rock sunshine.
Or a rainy day get away that always makes me stay in the same place.
So let me be candid.
I know you can't stand it.
When I push the subject and you push the rhythm of speech.

I'm sure I'll see you around.
'Cause I don't get up until the sun is down.
So if you think that you can wait around.
I will be back to see you off in the morning.

I'm stuck in a town that's not enough for me.
Don't tell me that it's easy.
Some say that I'm bad news but I got some news for you.
We live a life that nobody knows.
We're having fun and I'm sure that it really shows.
Obnoxiously and selfishly.
But we have our way of keeping ourselves busy.

I'm sure I'll see you around.
'Cause I don't get up until the sun is down.
So if you think that you can wait around.
I will be back to see you off in the morning.

I will be back to see you off in the morning

Says it all doesn't it? Click on the title to listen to it.

Sam's not turning out how I hope he would be. It seems like there's still a lot that needs to be done before I can even think of thinking of taking him out to stretch his legs along the North-South Highway. It's a bit ambitious (and pretentious to some) I know. But you only live once so what the hell right (I might even end up there too along with all of you! hahahaha! *evil laughter*)? But yeah, I've taught about it and one of the things I would like to do is to do a solo-ride worldwide- after which my butt will be as wide as the tires of my bike.

School isn't how I hope it'd turn out to be either. I don't know why this semester is very overwhelming. It seems like everything is a blur when I am rushing from point to point. Smoking, as it seems, is the only solace to put things clearly into perspective- everything slows down forcibly, nobody is really there to distract me or talk to me for that matter (yes yes, it stinks i know), and yes, you just sit there and take one drag after another AND most importantly, you need to have coffee by your side. That is the ultimate combination of the two stimulants. One simply cannot work without the other. Unless you substitute coffee for red bull that is..but it's just not quite the same.

I don't understand how people can contradict themselves so much. It's like being angry with someone for missing them so much. I must admit that I am one of those people who RARELY contradict myself(that is a very bias statement but then, this is a very bias blog so suck it). It's really strange- people. We are the only beings on this planet(or perhaps amongst the planets) who are wiling to kill another human being for the greater good. What is the greater good? Good is something that someone terms something because it benefits them. So, is it really the greater good? If so...who is it for?

Anyway, as you can see, i don't contradict. I just get distracted. So yes, that is one case in point. Another would be that they would tell you something but when you give your input (just a teeny weeny one), they'd change their entire point and make it seem like as though you were the one who actually came up with that original point. I can only be amused and flabbergasted at any attempts of a a recovery.

Krav Maga at $200 for 10 sessions doesn't sound too expensive does it? Well, we'll see how it goes. It'd be good for me since it's been such a long time ever since I did any fighting of any sort (legal or illegal). And yes, fighting with words is just like taking a satay stick and then pretend you're fencing. It is the epitome of being lame. Physical violence or being brutish is what shaped our world into what it is right now. Without war, there can be no peace. And from this prolonged peace, everyone gets restless so they try to pick fights. Take Iraq and Afghanistan for example. Poor bastards. Iran, you're next in the list just for building a nuclear reactor plant. LOL. It's like us getting attack by our neighbor just for building the new water plant and water desalination plant (which means we don't have to buy so much water anymore). The day that happens, I'd say that that will be a load of crap. But hey, at least I'd get a chance to fight (:

One, little two, little three, little...

Everyone should be trusted until they have proven themselves untrustworthy beyond reasonable doubt

IF you were to use this mantra while doing what I do, then I guess you're in for a big surprise. That line speaks volumes about you being so goddamn naive about everything- in this instance other people.

But yes, I do believe that there are good in people. It's just buried so deep within that they themselves believe that doing good would only result in the benefit of others and that they would gain nothing.

They would gain nothing... That phrase itself goes to show how much of a human being we human beings can be. But some do go out of the way to actually prove themselves untrustworthy(if there is no such word as this, there is now).

So yes, it is true that I don't trust easily. But it is a paradox in the sense that if I don't trust, I cant love(in any possible way that is). But to trust is to be vulnerable and if there's one thing I loath the most is the feeling of vulnerableness. Once bitten, twice shy. Enough is enough. But I guess these walls around me that I've built can be crumbled if one cares enough to take the pains to actually bring it tumbling down.

Although...I don't think it can actually tumble down. Ok ok..maybe not bring it tumbling down but to scale it and join me inside the walls that I've built. IT's like a castle or fortress. But with any design, there is a soft spot that once hit, you can actually penetrate through and get to me. Guess not everyone can or will notice that.

But with trust(or the lost of it), I suppose there is also redemption. No religion has stated that once you've sinned, you cannot be redeemed. WEll, not the ones that I know of anyway. SO i'm going to leave it as that..

A single lie can cloud a thousand truth

Life has been pretty WTF lately. Assignments and readings keep on piling and all that im doing with them is just shoving them aside(like what im doing now). Just wish that I had more time in a day so that I can actually get things done. Being an aggressive procrastinator does help either(go figure out how one does that). In other words, I procrastinate aggressively(like I said, go figure that one out).

Rugby has turned out to be a chore. With a coach that seems more like a magician(he should change his name to David Copperfield or something) than what he hired him to do(to coach obviously), I actually have to step up to the plate and train everyone. As a result, I don't get to train myself. How the fuck am I suppose to improve as a player really? It's not like I'm a rugby legend or something that I don't need the training. I seriously do need the training or else why do I actually bother to turn up at every session? FUBAR. Different year, same shit.

Well, the only good thing is that Im actually getting a new bike. Well, not exactly new; old bike new rider. Nevertheless Im quite excited even though that means that every month, I owe someone $120 for the next 3 years(someone being the shop). Well, at least I can afford it. Once I start working, time to aim big(literally). Yeah bebeh!!!

Pardon my rather erratic behavior. But I guess that's how the cookie crumbles. I suppose I have actually snapped. Awesome possum.

A leader is one who, out of madness or goodness, volunteers to take upon himself the woe of the people. There are few men so foolish, hence the erratic quality of leadership in the world