movies

got some serious ranting to do, so be prepared for a long post.

there's some movies I liked. Sure, there's the past classics. But the more recent ones, I'm not sure anyone here knows of them. Maybe its just me. crazy/beautiful, equilibrium, requiem for a dream. Maybe no one else watched them before, maybe they were never released, or mass marketed. But definitely worth a watch, if not repeated viewings.

crazy/beautiful. Not exactly critically acclaimed or anything. Just another teen flick. Another fairy tale. So sue me. While I don't believe in fairy tales doesn't mean I don't watch them. kristen dunst is just fantastic and a phenomenal actress. and the soundtrack. the hauntingly beautiful theme by lori carson.

equilibrium. Picked it up when I had nothing else to do. And no new shows to watch. Never regretted it. Especially after the debacle that was matrix reloaded and to a smaller degree, revolutions. Sure, the plot line was thicker than my non-existent goatee, but one would have to admit, the gun katas were simply awesome. Sean bean is terribly under-rated as a supporting actor. and Christian bale. Day-um. He was way cooler than keanu in a black suit. After watching him in equilibrium, cant wait for batman: the beginning.

requiem for a dream. movie about junkies and their dreams. another critically acclaimed film from Darren Aronofsky. his previous film, Life of Pi was a breakthrough. requiem, for me was nothing short of brilliance. i could go on and on about the guy's brilliance as well as the movie, but i'd think the server would crash on me when i try to publish this.

in case anyone havent noticed, i'm posting an awful lot of songs, some personal, some real*gasp* songs. i cant draw anymore, so i'd guess this is just another outlet for me to vent out my feelings, which are really really crap right now. my sis says i'm skilled at this kind of stuff. i'd prefer to think of it as i have too much time. or rather, i just dont wanna do the serious stuff people do now or what I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING. ie, study, get a good job, or do well in your current job. no, i'm not creative, nor am i talented. i'm just a plain, lazy, ignorant bum waiting for someone to listen to me. to help me. to save me from my eternal despair. to pull me out of my depression.

writing in english gets kinda stale in time.

我的报应

只能怪自己
当出没有好好去珍惜
只能怪自己
当出没有张开眼睛

总是把你当着透明
总是没把你放在眼里

到了最后
才知道我是多么地需要你

你对我说过
用心去感觉
但我感觉不到东西
你对我说过
用耳去听
但我听不到任何声音
你对我说过
用眼去看
但我看到地只是模糊之影

难到这就是我所得到的爱情
难道这就是失去你的报应

广岛之恋 - 莫文蔚

你早就该拒绝我　
不该放任我的追求
给我渴望的故事　
留下丢不掉的名字

时间难倒回　
空间易破碎
二十四小时的爱情　
是我一生难忘的美丽回忆

越过道德的边境　
我们走过爱的禁区
享受幸福的错觉　
误解了快乐的意义

是谁太勇敢　
说喜欢离别
只要今天不要明天　
眼睁睁看着爱从指缝中溜走
还说再见

不够时间好好来爱你
早该停止风流的游戏
愿被你抛弃　
就算了解而分离
不愿爱的没有答案结局

不够时间好好来恨你
终于明白恨人不容易
爱恨消失前　
用手温暖我的脸
为我证明我曾真心爱过你

爱过你　

爱过你　

爱过你　

爱过你

time bomb

i'm pissed off at the point of writing this.. so i'd better keep it short before i bang up my computer any time soon..which would be any time now, cos i feel like a ticking timebomb on a very very short fuse. the reason behind my current state is quite absurb actually. if i was feeling anything other than what i'm feeling now, i might be inclined to laugh it off. but NOT now. the crappy internet connection has been giving me problems for the past few days. and today did nothing to help ease my growing anger towards the problem.

webpages lagging and taking a lot of time to load.

games lagging and worst, making me lose them because of lag.

downloads not working, keep getting bumped off.

slow startups at anything. ok maybe this last part has nothing to do with internet connection, but anything slow to start on my computer is definitely getting on my nerves.

ARGH. cant take it anymore. think i'm going to get a bath to cool down...

can't get rid of it

all your base are belong to us

rots and thoughts

hm...its been ongoing for the last 2 or 3 months already, but my right hand is rotting away. thats right, it's ROTTING away, and it doesnt seem to be going to be cured anytime soon. it all starts with an itch. soon after, before anyone knows it, wham! its grown into a full fledged rot. scabs appearing on my palm. pus coming out when any blister bursts. skin peels off. finger feels tight when i flex them. flaky skin on finger. at least its all on the palm or inside of my hand. nobody notices anything about it. couple that with my never-ending foot rot, i'd guess i have the hand-foot rot disease! haha. hm.. i have a rotten mouth when i'm feeling grumpy, so does it means i have the hand-foot-mouth disease? hehe. and whatever in hell is a hand-foot-mouth disease... how i love my endless witty sarcasm on myself.

guess its always good to plan ahead. and more importantly, have a backup plan in case plan A fails. it never did occur to me that my plan A for the future would fail, but right now, it seems almost certain that my plan for the future would never come to fruition. i had plowed most of my life onto this, and yet, it seems certain that without a substantial financial boon, i would have nothing to fall back on. no plan B, no backup route. whenever friends asked me about the future, i'd tell them now that they'd most probably find me in some crowded street with a metal mug waiting for coins to drop in. thats the truth, because right now, i certainly have no idea on what to do, and not to mention, what i'm able to do for the future.

nice meloncholic song:

Honey,
It's been a long time coming
And I can't stop now
Such a long time running
And I can't stop now
Do you hear my heart beating
Can you hear that sound
Cause I can't stop thinking
And I don't look down

And then I looked up at the sun
And I could see
Oh the way that gravity turns for you and me
And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun
And the way that gravity pulls on everyone, on everyone

Baby,
It's been a long time waiting
Such a long, long time
And I can't stop smiling
No I can't stop now
And do you hear my heart beating
Ah can you hear that sound
Cause I can't help crying
And I won't look down

And then I looked up at the sun and I could see
Oh the way that gravity turns on you and me
And then I looked up at the sun and saw the sky
And the way that gravity pulls on you and I, on you and I

Can you hear my heart beating
Can you hear that sound
Cause I can't help crying
And I wont look down

embrace - gravity

bittersweet

thinking back on bittersweet memories
listening to the night's symphony
wracked with past agonies
pondering on the melodies

playing in the background
my thoughts go swirling round and round
till my head's starting to pound
listening to the notes in the background

thought of the blindness
of past doings and of youth
littered with regrets and sadness
little i could do

to change what is now the past
only to look forward
try to make what works now last
to forget everything else

thinking back on bittersweet memories
listening to the night's symphony
wracked with past agonies
mentally going through the list

of what i've done wrong
putting all the mistakes committed
into song
going through all things listed

the list never seems to end
every mistake seems to go on and on again
life keeps on replaying itself
life for me seems like nothing but living hell

does anyone ever notice
will anyone ever care
is this all there is
is this all that ends...

funny stuff

quote:

A failure by definition, a Cancer is both a conservative and an opportunist, stuck in a constant state of self-reflection. Nothing and no one is capable of changing his mind, but he loves to argue, just to make fun of his opponent and look better in his own bulging eyes.

Cancers are quite cowardly, which may cause them to attack first, but they will usually flee at the first sign of danger, seeking the safety of their hole - a place which they love and nurture above all else.

A Cancer will readily slander and poke fun of everything around him, always pretending to be in control of the situation, strong and sure of himself. In truth, he is deathly afraid of everyone and prefers to be left alone in quiet solitude.

:unquote

lol. how true.

my nose is falling off...

how i hate flu. makes your nose runny, itchy and causing you to have the urge to constantly blow it. i think my nose right now is redder than rudolph's. couple that with a sore-as-hell throat, and we have the world's deadliest, most infectious biological weapon in the world. and you dont even need to lose your virginity or anything to get it. while stocks last!!!!

i have finally got my man back yesterday. hooray! 1 less worry to bother about. at least thats what i thought. my OC(boss, not the tv show) decides not to charge him, lets him go for his medical appointment in the afternoon, and lets him go home after that. doesnt take a genius to guess what happened today. if he comes back monday, i'm really gonna fry his sorry looking ass. imagine, a 22yr old who still cant wake up and face realities, still being immature and thinks the world consists of only his wants and needs.

work aside, i've plenty of time to contemplate my existence on my way back home everyday, today came up with some interesting thoughts.

my life is not in my control. at the moment, or perhaps forever i do things because i'm bound to do so. by word of law, by moral obligations. i rarely do things that i really want to do anymore. like cycling at night around nowhere, picking up new hobbies like photography, fishing, drawing, taking my guitar to be re-strung, chasing skirts at bugis, the list just goes on and on. i come home exhausted everyday, mentally and physically. i have no mood to do anything other than the basic mundane needs. my mood is perpetually bad these days. and the worst thing is, i'm stuck at this for the next 8months or so.

my friends have no time. sad but true. i'm referring to the ones from OCS.

life is all about anti-climax-es. it all begins with a bang and ends with a whimper. we enter this world crying and bawling and the natural end of it? naturally, you'd end up lying someplace and slowly close your eyes. then as you draw your last breathe, or is it breath?, it all ends. things you'd normally look forward to big time often leaves a small taste of disappointment behind. even jimmy hendrix died in a whimper. not some big plane crash like joe denver or richie valens or if it was up to me, i'd choose to go out with a big bang. go out while i'm at the top. that is, if i ever get there.

i guess, thats all. i've emptied my grey matter for now. now i need to go blow my nose for the 65354657324th time today.

nonsensical nonsense

early in the morning

and theres no one awake

i'm right here sitting

guess today i wont be late

i know i should have slept last night

but theres alot of things on my mind

had with my dad a small little fight

and then went out for quite some time

stayed with my friends at a bar

drank and sang and smoked till the morning lights

home seemed suddenly too far

and the people seemed to e looking for a fight

best get away while i still can

if not i wont be here sitting writing this song

feels kinda hot here where's the fan

kinda strange this time of the day especially morn

guess things wont be good for the rest of the day

or maybe things will just naturally fade away...

nice guys finish last

perhaps there's more truth to that phrase than anyone would ever imagine. sure, movies and tv shows always portray nice likeable guys who will always get on top in the end, but i've learned to trust nothing from the media. after all, who really believes in fairy tales anyway?

i've always tried to be there for friends, sometimes to the point of being overly generous beyond my capabilities. yet, often times i would be left feeling a small tinge of betrayal. ok, maybe betrayal is too strong, too harsh a word to use. but its close to 5 in the morning, and my tiny, tired, sorry excuse for a brain just cant seem to execute its basic and primary function, apart from vomiting out loads of junk.

am i too forgiving? am i too compromising? why the hell do i always feel like i'm taken for granted? taken advantage of due to my easy going nature? just because i dont make a lot of noise doesnt mean i'm there for the taking. doesnt mean i dont have a voice.

maybe its time i turn nasty. about time i'd reckon. well, tried that today, it felt kinda good. in a guilty kind of way. but bottomline is, it was gooooood being able to be nasty and get away with it. especially the getting away with it part.

give it a week or 2. maybe i could grow to like this new outlook in life. maybe i'll finally understand why nice guys finish last. or maybe i'll get the chance to see if fairy tales do happen in real life.

lies and nothings pt 2

you'd bottle up your feelings
feeding the monster inside
wouldnt it help to let them out
free from the inner demons

you'd withdraw into the shell
you've created
when would you be ok
only time would tell

all the lies that you would tell
all the masks that you'd wear
just to hide the painful truth
and its making your heart tear

will you ever learn to love again
to give your trust to someone else
would you ever open your broken heart
and cast away your doubts

you'd think of yourself as a freak
would it hurt so much so
just to hear you speak
of the troubles you have just let go

nothing is as it always seems
we never get what we wanted
but we would always have our dreams

dont ever lose sight of what you had
dont ever give up on the future
things dont always turn out bad

you just got to look ahead
dont turn your head back
dont look down
there's always the next new round

lies and nothings

would you talk to me
and tell me everything's ok
when they're not

would you come with me
when i ask you out
only to back out

would you keep me waiting
here forever
silently all alone

would you put up a happy face
whenever i see you
just to hide the painful truth

all you need was someone to talk to
about your problems
someone who would listen to you

all i wanted was to help you
ease your burden
it hurts to see you do the things you do

you always keep things to yourself
carrying your troubles with you
telling no one else

is it really so hard
to pour out your feelings
to let someone in

age and maturity

does age go hand in hand with maturity? does age equate to maturity? i'm refering to maturity in thinking here, not some other maturity. if thats the case, why is it often not the case? especially so in the army. people whinging about having to tahan this and that kind of shit, everytime kana all the shitty things to do. its not like they're the only ones stuck with it. everyone goes through all kinds of shit, unless you're some big shot's son. why not just suck in everything and just bulldoze your way through the 2 and a half years. over the past few days, i have come across people who are older than me, yet cant keep their emotions in check when it comes to serious matters. they think they're entitled to this, entitled to that; that the world owes them a living. i dont know what will happen to them, but its pretty obvious to me that they'll be going nowhere if they refuse to wake up and grow up.

would you...

since the day i saw you i knew you were special

it took me a moment to know you

yet it'll take forever to forget (you)

with you around i felt truly alive

you took me for the ride of my life

yet i was afraid to get too close

afraid of losing you the most

even as i write this and the songs that are playing

dwell on nothing but love

i try not to feel anything

the world revolves around you

you'd go about like you always do

going about the masquerade

images of you slowly fade

since its all going to end anyway

i'll just say come what may

would you see the sunrise with me

would you stay till the sunset

would you rather be unburdened and carefree

would you rather lie in bed

would you answer me if i asked you

would you turn away and leave

would you like the colours red or blue

would you try to break free

would you be content with this life

would you like to know

would you rather ask why

would you rather go

would you take things for granted

would you toss or turn

would you get what you wanted

would you glow or burn

would you give in to your desires

would you ever come back to this land

would you prefer snow or fire

would you ever let me hold your hand

i know i would never have much

to give to you

yet i'd say i'll miss your touch

and be content that i loved you.

nothing

another day passes by, another day gone without doing anything. *sigh* when is work not work? i just basically show my face around the office and thats it.

but who am i to complain when the rest of my friends in University are still mugging away, preparing for their exams. haha. scary isnt it. how big the effect of a few overseas scholars in your class can transform a person. guess i'll never fit in into University, judging by the way my friends are going about their lives currently. i can never spend more than 5minutes studying some books or subjects which i have absolutely no interest in. read: any topic involving Mathematics, Science, Economics, Geography,etc. even if its a subject that holds my interest, i wouldnt be bothered to study it just because some people wants to test how much i can memorise. i'd rather read for pleasure's sake.

is it entirely possible to smoke your life away in a day? thats a question that just popped up in my head while on the trip home. nothing to do on the train, and mind tends to wander... i've been smoking so much lately. in the past, it used to be the 20sticks limit before the cigerettes have no taste. now its up to 30. if i continue at the rate i'm going, the threshold could either go up or plunge down to a deep low.

why is suicide a crime? why is it looked upon as 'access denied' into heaven? not that i'm christian or trying to raise a religious uproar...

i mean, the lives we have are ours.

its up to us how we want to live it out.

we dont owe anyone anything for our lives, apart from our parents.

if we see ourselves as unproductive, not contributing to society or just plain tired with the current world, why cant we just end it?

must we be made to prolong our suffering just because of society's outlook on suicide?

the problem with us is that we are too dependant on others. we are afraid to be different because we dont want to be judged different. because being different will make one stand out from the rest. and whenever things go wrong, the one that is different will always be used as a convenient scapegoat. why? because he/she is not with the rest of the crowd, the majority. and majority always wins.

oscar wilde: few people truly live their lives, the rest just purely exists.

Division Anniversary Ball Aftermath

how i hate, i stress again, HATE, attending functions. especially formal ones. everything just get on my nerves. worse still, if it coincides with a meal, most probably dinner, it means that i'll go hungry later on, because i have absolutely no appetite for the entire duration of the function.

i hate the speeches. the speakers are always too long winded, and Murphy's Law always seems to have a special affinity with speeches. whenever the speaker says he/she wont take too long or is going to make the speech short, one can always expect the opposite. even if it takes 5minutes, it would seem like the world's slowest 5minutes spent in eternity. worse still, speeches are always seemingly before the dining in. the torment i have to go through! i would be hungry, waiting and wishing for the speaker to quicky finish the long winded grandfolk-tale-length speech and for the dining in to commence. yet when the speech is over, i would have suddenly lost all my appetite.

another grouse i have is the waiting for the guest-of-honour. some pompous high level prick usually. not that i have anything against them personally. just that we, the regular nobodies, are made to arrive early and have to spend 10-30minutes waiting for the GOH to arrive so as to commence the whole thing. and last night's Ball's waiting time was more than 30minutes. someone could teach him a certain lesson on punctuality.

the Division Anniversary Ball last night certainly sucked to the extreme. not only was it on a weekday, but it was also in the middle of the week! meaning after all the merry making, one can almost be certain he/she will be going back to the normal mundane work and facing the same people last night. worse still, my guys had planned to go clubbing. damnest of all damnations. here i'll be, stuck in a stupid tuxedo trying my best to act normal,suffering, while my guys are out there enjoying themselves. bugger.

at least there were good things that came out of it. i met and re-aquainted myself with some old friends whom i've not seen for a long time. it was good to see them, brings back old memories, be it good or bad. mostly bad, but since its all over, it provides a good laugh or 2. ah, the times spent in Alpha Wing. one can almost be moved to tears just by those memories alone. words cannot simply describe the experiences we went through in Alpha. even though my tenure there was shorter than my friends, but the bond was there nonetheless. after all, we did go through the toughest part of the training there together before i dropped out.

lucky we weren't made to bring in dates as a compulsary requirement. however, there were people who brought their partners along. some were real lookers too. at least there were some sight seeing available during the long wait for the Guest-of-Honour.

formalities

hmm... i'm supposed to be sleeping now. but whats new eh?

there's a formal dinner function tonight that i'm supposed to attend. god how i hate such things. especially the formal part. it feels all stuffy, pompous, and most of all, fake. i mean, come on, all the smiles and joking aside, there's probably going to be some daggers hidden behind and who knows, maybe someone will get stabbed if something wrong is said or done at the night.

i guess i must be the world's unofficial best customer. haha. either that, or i just look the part. for the past 2 days, all the shops i patronised, to put it nicely, had some delays attending to my purchases. guess i must be cursed. if my calculations are correct, the total time spent waiting for the problems to be resolved roughly amounts to an hour. all i did was smile, said 'nevermind'. i expected nothing. afterall, i once worked as a cashier too. i understand what they would feel. in the end, i got some freebies from the people. 1 auntie even said i was the nicest guy; no complaints. *blush* haha. i guess some good can indeed come from all the waiting.

i just spent the whole of yesterday, which was my off day, doing nothing but staring at screens. which i am still doing now, apparently. started by playing games on the computer, then watched some dvds when bored. i planned to go out in the afternoon, but it rained heavily then. but i was too lazy to haul my bum out of the house anyway. it felt good to have some time on my own, but it feels like the day is wasted. if only it didnt rain, maybe things would have been different.

everyone's apparently busy these days. the guys in university have their exams coming up, the guys in the army seems to tio duties a lot these days. i'm starting to miss my workplace and the guys under me already. not to mention smoking with them.

dang about tonight's dinner function. i think someone is going to get bothered by me tonight, =p.

i hate formalities...

feeling right now

Hello... Can you hear me
Am I getting through to you
Hello... Is it late there
Is there laughter on the line
Are you sure you're there alone
Cuz I'm trying to explain something's wrong
You just don't sound the same

Why don't you
Why don't you
Go outside
Go outside

Kiss the rain
Whenever you need me
Kiss the rain
Whenever I'm gone too long
If your lips feel lonely and thirsty
Kiss the rain
And wait for the dawn
Keep in mind
We're under the same sky
And the night's
As empty for me as for you
If you feel
You can't wait till morning
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain

Hello...
Do you miss me
I hear you say you do
but not the way I'm missing you

What's new
How's the weather
Is it stormy where you are
You sound so close but it feels like you're so far
Oh would it mean anything
If you knew
What I'm left imagining
In my mind
My mind
Would you go
Would you go

Kiss the rain

As you fall
Over me
Think of me
Think of me
Think of me
Only me

Hello...
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me

too much time

all of a sudden, it seems that i have too much time on my hands. and i'm at a loss of what to do with it. life before was just only about the weekends, juggling personal time with social meetings with friends all within the space of less than 48hours. now i have the entire week's night worth of personal time as well as the full 48hours of the weekend, i just dont know what to do. this peculiar situation has messed up my bio clock as well as my daily routines. hopefully, i'll get used to this as soon as possible.

other issues:

d*mn, 3.41 am and i'm still here. can't believe it. i still cant sleep. even though i slept at 6am the previous day and woke up at 10am. i dont feel tired, yet i dont feel hyper active. maybe its because there's so many things on my mind these days.

i don't know, but these days i'm starting to feel older than i am. i think i'm growing more and more world-weary as the days go by. life just doesnt hold the same interest for me anymore. there's nothing significant to look forward to these days. contemplations of self mortality are abound. everything thats going on around me seems so mundane...so insignificant... maybe i need a change of environment, but sadly, that wont happen anytime soon. unless the government suddenly decides to cut all service terms to end by the new year and decides to give out big bonuses to pay me off.

still thinking about the strange little feeling called love. maybe its just something thats not meant for me. maybe i'm destined to wander through the world alone. not that i mind being alone, just that sometimes, its nice to have some soothing prescence around. i really miss my grandma...

thats it for now...i guess....

memories

yesterday marked the 2nd anniversary of my grandparents' passing. thinking back, i really missed them, especially my grandmother. i miss the walks i would go along with her in the evenings round the neighbourhood. she was always so patient with us, always giving in to us. i was broken when she became bed-ridden after a bad fall. i never really thought the day she would leave us would come so soon. in fact, it came too soon for me. she never had the chance to see me graduate from poly. that was my biggest regret. she was the one person who's opinion mattered the most to me. her prescence always manages to exert a soothing feeling whenever i'm feeling down or frustrated. i guess the phrase 'you'll only appreciate things' when they are gone' rings true for me...

eccentricity

ah, singlehood. the single most hated bane of all hormone-charged teenagers all around the world. most people need companionship and dread being all alone in the world.

however, i'm more than comfortable being alone most of the time. its not that i dont need someone significant in my life, just that i choose to be alone. no man is an island. most people tend to think of that phrase as to regards to marriage or relationships. i differ from the norm, i guess, in my interpretation of the phrase. i think more in terms of survival. food, money, entertainment. ok, maybe entertainment isnt exactly fitting in the context of survival, but think of how mundane life would be.

being comfortably single and alone does have its drawbacks, however. people tend to think of such individuals as queer, strange, or eccentric. rumours or gossips would soon fly as to regards of the individual. in the past, it would be magical powers, witchery or some other bull. i simply brush off the rumours. if anything, being alone and single gives me more time to myself to contemplate about issues and more time for myself to devote myself to my interests.

romance among other things

ro·mance(r-mns, rmns)n
1.Ardent emotional attachment or involvement between people; love
2.A strong, sometimes short-lived attachment, fascination, or enthusiasm for something

I believe everyone is a romantic. at least thats what I used to believe. why do you think there's the genre of romatic comedy of movies? everyone's a sucker for these type of films. why do you think love songs and ballads are so popular?
its only circumstances that 'forces' people to push the romanticism inside them deep down into their consciousness. it doesnt need people to be rich or fabulously famous to do things of romance. all it needs is for the acts to come from the heart. even the most simple things can be seen as romantic. money is just a convenient excuse people use to throw off any notion of romance. its all up to how much effort a person is willing to put in to make an event or occassion romantic.

some things stuck on my mind at the moment

transition. we're always going through some form of it. from babies to childhood. from innocence to jaded. it seems that the only constant is change. yet, somehow, i feel like i have been stuck at this phase for a long time. there's no progress, or any form of positive change. that is, unless you count smoking more sticks a day as a notable change.

brief history here. i start my first puff back in primary school when i was 11. casual smoker then, only smoked when my friends offered me. secondary school, i became a social smoker. packs were cheap then, and there were small packs of 6. i went cold turkey for 2years when i was 15. some habits die hard i guess. now that i'm in the army, i dont know why, but i've become a chain smoker. once the first stick is out, there's no stopping me. you could say that cigarettes are the only constant companion in my life. unlike some friends, they're always there when i need them; unless i'm out of cold hard cash to buy. i know i'm deluding myself. but heck, to hell with it.

my friends remarked to me one day that my dressing was always the same. some say i'm too lok cok, too shabby. hehe. thats the way i am, i guess. i just cant be bothered. i dont have a fashion sense. i dont have the money to buy new clothes everyday. as long as its decent, its ok with me. i see no point in dressing up. even if i had the money, i'm too lazy to shop for clothes.

i have so many thoughts that comes to mind, but i just cant be bothered to list them down now. some other time p'raps.

migration

just migrated to blogger. nothing else to write. for history proceed to http://www.livejournal.com/users/boredphuck/.