A New Year

"Are you upset little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don't worry.. I'm here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here to take care of you." - Charlie Brown to Snoopy

Of monsters in my head

“Once upon a time a boy and a girl fell in love and they didn’t live happily ever after” 

I think sometimes we forget that we don’t live in a fairytale. We read quotes and listen to songs for some kind of hope that maybe one day things will be perfect. But you don’t need that. You don’t need false hope or empty promises; just live your life and make it your own kind of perfect

It's gonna take some time

" The most interesting thing about a heart transplant is that one completely loses their own heart and be replaced with someone else’s, yet still has the feelings for the same person they love. This proves that love works in the minds of people and not in their hearts. Bottom line is that, love is a state of mind. You’ll learn how to forget only if you try doing so. However after meeting you that is a state of mind I'll never forget and I don't want to ever forget your beautiful mind "

6-oh-9-oh12

And I left the place with no regrets.

Its been two long years. The same two years that has last left me part ways from the guy that first made this blog. I wish I can tell every part of my journey in that two years in words over here but there is too much that has happened over the past, that has gotten me stronger and also more responsible. I cannot say that I A's every challenge that came through me during my National Service, but I know things happen for a reason. And during those days, I learnt how to fire a gun, how to take down an oppressor without hitting back, how to use a handcuff, how the court of law works and the list goes on. Without realising, I am already stepping into the real world. The world of survival of the fittest. The world of filled with cruelty and hate, but at the same time, kindness and joy. How and where I am going to next? I have no clue. So only hope that I can have the deed to write once again in this nostalgic blog..and once again keep up with me in my life. No matter how hard life may be.

(speaking of fittest, I ought to be ashamed to let it out that my fitness level has gone down, terribly down)

Just one

and 1 girl can make you feel whole again.

True Fact

Forgetting is simple

I'm sure am missing my days of this.

Today is the 9th of April of 2011. I have been long been posted out of HTA to PCB since my POP,and everything seems to be well except obnoxious behavior for not updating the blog for a few months. At a later timing, I can safely say that things are pretty the same around the house, with friends, and also life. It's full of misery and challenges. Somewhere, I might find a place to go. Sometimes, I will always say I didn't know. Now just wait for my updates. Cause I'll be home from now onwards.

Hard facts

A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates.

YOU MAY VISIT THE STORE ONLY ONCE!

There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch....You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down - except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.

On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord.

The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.

The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking.

'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads: Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead good looking, and help with the housework.

'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!' Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads: Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak. She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!

Happy Valentine's Day ladies (:

Unlike those times

Okay I will update.

It has been quite sometime since I find enraged serenity and divine manhood by killing blood-sucking zombies on the screen of a computer game. ''Left 4 Dead'', a game developed by Valve Software created a year ago, is a first-person shooter sci-fi which consoles the player of a world taken over by the undead. The story is common - government controlling virus, people infected, turn into zombies, wreck havoc and bla bla bla. The game allows you to be a part of the remaining survivors, who have to fight their way out of the god forsaken place, and find somewhere safe. Not known to them however, nowhere is safe! Which brings the fun. You'll get unlimited bodies of zombies rushing at you like mad, and you just have to keep killing them. How I wish the game has modern warfare involved, don't you think so too?

Hmm. But does it occur to you that someday, somehow, this sort of unimaginable hell would be unleash on Earth, and all your love ones will end up either trying to kill you, or taste your brain? That's what I ponder on nowdays. Okay not really.

But. I’ve been giving this a lot of thought. I think that, in preparation for the inevitable zombie apocalypse, we need to establish a password that both identifies us as humans, AND allows us to differentiate and detect potential zombies. So here’s my thought:

Once the dust settles from the “zombiepocalypse,” the world will be a barren hellscape, inhabited by roaming hordes of the undead, searching to feast upon the flesh of the small bands of surviving humans who somehow escaped the initial carnage. Upon encountering another person/zombie, using “The Amine Technique,” one issues the challenge: “STOP!!” The correct response from the other subject to this challenge is “HAMMER TIME!” Then (and this is VERY IMPORTANT) BOTH PARTIES must perform the entire dance from the “U Can’t Touch This” video. If either party cannot complete the ENTIRE DANCE, beware! They’re obviously a zombie. Avoid them at all costs. Do not trust them, do not give them shelter, do not offer them a spot in your fantasy Universal Studios, and do not invite them over for Hari Raya celebrations. They’re the walking undead. Wandering with a bloodlust and unquenchable desire for human flesh and brains. And when they overrun your stronghold, devouring the skin from your bones, destroying everything you’ve ever known or loved, they’ll take your cellphone and run through all of your “free outgoing” minutes calling their zombie buddies back home. The beasts! They have no soul!

So can we all agree on this technique of challenge/response? We need to think of these protocols now, people, before it’s too late. The “Hammer Dance” may well be our only hope of survival…

Home

HONEST.

This is one of those random moments, in one of the random days, at one of those random weeks I start on another post here in my blog. Things are less joyful nowdays in NS, whats more of the melancholy ambiance of staying inside a room with 8 other bunkmates 5 times per week. This week and the last though, it was 4 because of Christmas and a benefit we got from the inspector. Well, however much I describe anybody within the camp boundary, or any of my squadmates, you won't know without a picture. So its pointless to tell about my NS life.

ON THE CONTRARY.

We (family) still doesn't own a house. When dad took out the decision to settle his debts with the previous house, I think, we end up right here right now in Sengkang under a 3-room flat. I don't feel at home. When I was still living at Bedok Reservoir, the serenity of the neighbourhood never fails to enlighten me up, the noise the peace, the people the kids, everything including the food brings me back to a place I call home. Now I don't have any home. That regards to coming back from camp in the no less happy mood like an ex-convict, but returning to see your home gone. Maybe you understand what I'm going through right now, maybe you're not.

WHATEVER IT IS.

This is not me updating my blog. I really don't know where I am right now.

And it was all Yellow

Me Clarice and Kenny

When you left, you took a part of me.

Now I will take that same journey again before I found you,

And continue to find the other part, for I will not let myself down,

and neither will I allow you to.

I just miss my old days.

Picture says it all

The Harderst but the Best

God is still preparing your queen,

doesn't mean that you're not already a king.

Pre Post Birthday

Ilyana invited me over for break fast

along came Sheryl

and Estelle

and Jason

and Hakim

and Ameera

and Juliana

and finally me.

And this is how I look on a birthday cake, if you ever wondered. Ilyana's imagination..for a PDI student, not bad. Haha.

To Friendship

to all my friends who are single,

love is like a butterfly.

the more you chase it, the more it eludes you.

but if you just let it fly,

it will come to you when you least expect it.

love can make you happy but often it hurts,

but love is only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it.

so take your time and choose the best.

to all my friends who are attached,

love isn’t about becoming somebody else’s perfect person.

its about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.

to all my friends who are just taking others for a ride,

never say "I love you" if you don’t care.

never talk about feelings if they aren’t there.

never touch a life if you mean to break a heart.

never look in the eye when all you do is lie.

the cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl: is to let her fall in love;

when he doesn't intend to catch her fall

and it works both ways.

to all my friends who are engaged,

the true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together;

but how good you are for each other.

to all my friends who are married,

love is not about "its your fault", but "I'm sorry"

not "where are you", but "I’m right here"

not "how could you", but "I understand"

not "I wish you were", but "im thankful you are"

to all my friends who are heartbroken,

heartbreaks last as long as you want;

and cut as deep as you allow them to go.

the challenge is not how to survive a heartbreaks,

but to learn from them.

to all my friends who are naïve,

how to be in love: be consistent but not too persistent.

share and never be unfair.

understand and try not to demand.

and get hurt but never keep the pain.

to all my friends who are possessive,

it breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy with someone else.

but its more painful to know that the one you love;

is unhappy with you.

to all my friends who are afraid to confess,

love hurts when you break up with someone.

it hurts even more when someone breaks up with you.

but love hurts the most: when the person you love

has no idea about how you feel about him/her.

to all my friends who are still holding on,

a sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love,

only to find out in the end it was never meant to be;

and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn’t worth it.

if that person doesn’t worth it now,

its not going to be worth it in a year or 10 years from now.

to all my friends who are who you are,

this post is not meant to offend anybody.

im sorry if its hurt you in any way,

its just a post for all to share.

Possessed.

Every night I stay up past 12, past 1, past 2, past 3 ETC.
not because I'm not tired, not because I want to tweak on these social networking sites. Because I am tired, I want to sleep. But I can't because my mind runs like crazy. It over thinks, over analyzes things that I don't want to think about. So I purposely keep myself awake and tire myself out
so that when I do finally lie in bed, I fall asleep
and my thoughts don't keep me up.

Tales of mere existence

When you finally learn to let go of things, better stuffs will come.

Root 3

The day we look like Harry Potter.

Apparently the Director and I didn't get the cue which camera to look at first.