PHUTURE GO GO GO !!!!

LAB REPORTS ALMOST DONE

WOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO

phuturama

wa super gian to go phuture... vodkalime yeye ~ and fund & co' ... hm....

but the lab reports... argh.

never mind shall wake up earlier to chiong finish. wakakaka

hopefully still got energy left on thursday. hahaha... then friday one long day at school again...+ maybe stayover or what with hoteh clique...

saturday chionging martell + maybe club... hm...

sunday... mother's day...

crazy week. crazy crazy week. crazy crazy month.

crazy life.

Bat For Lashes - Sad Eyes

A song that's frighteningly haunting.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nOmrRGL5pI&NR=1


Sad Eyes - Bat For Lashes

I don't like the things you don't say
Leaving it for such a long long time
Why do you show me those sad sad eyes
Each time you decide to pass on by?

And when you smile
those sad sad eyes
look sadder and sadder still...

Autumn's hue in those sad eyes
Makes me love and love them more
I'll have a bath, I'll make the dinner
Then I'll go away for a long, long time
But still, you've not passed by door

I can tell that you're lonely
but it seems now, there's nothing you want me to do
I won't try to take the sadness from those eyes that I love
Leave it open for someone else to.

Trying to hold it together
Keep my love as light as a feather
Keep my heart breaking in the dark
Come and spend the night...

Thank you, sorry.... and goodbye

After all that's been said and done. No point looking back.

I tried making the keys for the lock. None fit.

Would have loved to try making more keys. But just too tired.

And... it's just that the lock was jammed with a broken key in the first place... which cannot be removed.

Nuff' said.

"Thank you, sorry.... and goodbye " - Rurouni Kenshin

Moving on into a new chapter in life. Have you?

plans for the weekend... hm...

friday hoteh clique session or watever at night...

saturday... street in the day ( paiseh for all the fly kite/aeroplane/rockets recently )... martell later... chiong even later maybe... haha...

sunday chill out day to catch up on sleep bah i guess... before going back to mugging for the exams...

damn i just cant wait !

helluva

that was one helluva good deep deep deep deep sleep.

shows i haven't been resting enuf lately i guess.

yawn... sleep beckons...so does dota... so does assignments... ahhhh...

it's gonna be one helluva long week...

having a super late night once again.

owned as a bounty hunter... but the opponents were nubs la..haha... dota.


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everyday to me now... is just so strange.

especially somehow... i'm just reminded of that resolution.

sighz.

lies are all i have left.

and i embrace them all so dearly.

more dota anyone?

finally found a source near my house for bacardi breezer tropical lime... hahaha...

Sometimes... we just think we know. we think we know it can be done.

You previously think you could do it.

You previously think you could just shrug it off.

But once u're caught in it.

It just gets you.

Salty Coffee

Reading this on the forum... supposedly a true story ... hm...



He met her at a party.

She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.

They sat at a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home…. suddenly he asked the waiter. “would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.”

Everybody stared at him, so strange!

His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously; why he had this hobby? He replied: “when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there”.

While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That was his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can express his homesickness must be a man who loves his home, cares about home, has responsibility for his home. Then she too started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found out that he actually was the man who met all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!

Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they lived a happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: “My dearest, please forgive me, forgive the lie of my life. This was the only lie I ever said to you—the salty coffee.

Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous that time, I actually wanted some sugar, but I said salt instead. It was too embarrasing for me to take back so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times but I was too afraid to do so as I had promised never to lie to you about anything…Now I’m dying, I’m afraid of nothing so I am telling you the truth: I don’t like salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. I have had to take the salty coffee for my whole life with you and never had to feel sorry for it because I did it for you. Having you with me is the biggest happiness in my entire life. If I could live a second time, I’d still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even if I if had to drink salty coffee again”.

Her tears made the letter totally wet.

One day someone asked her: what’s the taste of salty coffee? It’s sweet.

Say Anything

"

I believed

If time passes, everything turns into beauty

If the rains stop, tears clean the scars of memory away

Everything starts wearing fresh colors

Every sound begins playing a heartfelt melody

Jealousy embelishes a page of the epic

Desire is embraced in a dream

But my mind is still in chaos and....."

-_-"

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GO GO GO!

CHIONG ARRRR!!!!

now quite high.

motivated to go complete my assignments finally.

haha.

forensic and anthro... then the 2 lab reports... and one more friday weekly L&B homework.... then playtime for a few days ... then back to mugging again -_-"

ho ho ho

LOL ! while searching for articles on sex offenders for the forensic psych written assignment... i found one article

"Turning the tables: Women raping men"

LOL... this is so going to be an interesting read...

Thank you

Thank you Miss A. For being there. Time for us to get out of the boat soon... hahaha! i'll keep on rowing for the moment.

Thank you Miss S & Miss S & Mr S. For being there. For your bright smiles ! Nuff' said!

Thank you Mr D. For being there. Just another letter on my keyboard ! HAHAHA lame ~~

Thank you Mr and Miss F. For being there. Calmness in the storm. You all just strike me so hard with your words of wisdom...

Thank you to Mr J & Mr J & Mr J & Miss J. For being there. Da J Gang!New Gay partner! Hello inner me ! Hello to me ! & Hello there also miss J ~ should get to know you better ! maybe shld hang out with ur group also once in a while.

Thank you to Mr M. For being there. Gay partner !!! wakakakakaka ! Same boat as well man ! Martell !!!! what happened to the " Thank you to the Government for one bottle of Martell" ??? LOL

Thank you to Mr K & Mr K. For being there. i want my hongbao soon... also hockey ! Though i may end up remembering bittersweet memories if i do see that certain someone again if i play hockey...

Thank you to Miss Y & Miss Y. For being there. ey... thanks for everything ! The turtle's cute. But not my type !

Thank you to X Japan. For being there. Your music still brings strength / inspiration / tears / sadness to me.

Thank you to Miss L. For being there despite not knowing what's going on. i really think u're one helluva funny person. You just want to make me laugh. Keep ur bubbly personality up!

Thank you to Mr I. For being there also when you dunno what's going on. Another new gay partner. You look good in black.

Oh almost forgot.. thank you to whoever's "been there" ... haha

Tears ( My favourite rock ballad ) - X Japan

Loneliness your silent whisper
Fills a river of tears
Through the night
Memory you never let me cry
And you, you never said good-bye
Sometimes our tears blinded the love
We lost our dreams along the way
But i never thought you'd trade
Your soul to the fates
Never thought you'd leave me alone

Time through the rain has set me free
Sands of time will keep your memory
Love everlasting fades away
Alive within your beatless heart
Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love


..... ( & for the last part of the song )

if you could have told me everything
you would have found what love is
if you could have told me what was on your mind
i would have shown you the way
someday i'm gonna be older than you
i've never thought beyond that time
i've never imagined the pictures of that life
for now i will try to live for you and for me
i will try to live with love, with dreams,
and forever with tears

After all...

today was quite the fun day to be honest.

Morning anthro ... with carol / thiru's son around... haha... fun la fun.

Afternoon presentation... kept me on my toes... so relived once i was done...

Night forensic psych trial... act as a schizo murderer... was fun but tiring to be honest.

After all the laughter.
After all the worring.
After all the euphoria had finally subsided...
After everything...

Only Silence remained eventually.
And i was back there.
Back in the quiet little darkness of mine.
A darkness which i accepted not, but accepted me...

Tired. Just plain fucking tired.

Saturday night again ? ho ho ho ...

zouk on the 26th. hehe. sadly it was trance that night and we left soon after... to somewhere else !

Picture courtesy of mumtazz !

Goodbye.

Pathetic.

The Lonely Piano Player

I couldn't look forward
Not knowing whether you would still be standing there
I couldn't look back
It only pains me with all the memories
Now i'm at the crossroads once again
Where the heavy rain pours upon me

I'm stuck once again with this knife planted so deeply in my heart
How could i even bear to pluck it out when it's all i have left?

I can only find your love in my dreams
Sleep is a narcotic which can calm this raging heart
I cannot bear to let you go
So for now
I continue walking in my dreams
Till the day my heart finally dies

When did the melody ever go so wrong?
How could i not see the madness of the conductor
How could i not see the breaking of all the strings
How could i not see the stage collapsing

Actually i knew
Just that i had gorged my eyes out
Cut off my ears
Peeled off my skin
I wanted to ignore everything
Deny the very reality i live in

But i knew i could pull the song together
At this very treacherous crossroad
At this very collapsing stage
At this point where music is fading away
With this knife within my heart
Where i refuse to give up the dream
I'll continue being that piano player
Playing the bleeding melody of his heart

Even if it comes to the end of the world
Even if all that's left is a wasteland
Even if i'm a thousand miles away from you
I still can't forget
That mischevious smile of yours
The feel of your skin
You'd think a thousand miles would be enough
I guess i'll keep on walking

Until the day
Where i will finally
Find you once again
In the corner of the tiny little bar
The colours of my heart
Will breathe life into this desecrated world
And the melody of my heart
Will play once again...
For the one and only...

You