infantile

In a situation like that, suicide's the word.
Learn to get out when you're supposed to, or you'll just suffer the consequences.
Worst part is, you have no one to blame but yourself.



and that'll make you feel bad for the rest of your life.

HAHAHAH MEANWHILE.

while im in here, i decided to do a little post for him!

pardon this blog for a little while because i know you guys

cant see some of the words cause me the bodoh,

not friendly with blogger haha.

so wait until this dope has his free time okay?

just bear with it first.
k ah, he really damn dope want i nvr bluff you all.

so weixiang, icecream treat on friday! see you!
dont be emo already ((:

try harder, you might say something nice

School is here, harder than expected. New project deadlines turned out to be extremely near day1 and we don't know why. Weird ambience in class and lectures. Without the usual people, it feels more like solitude than strange.

Can I just dance my worries away?

you are all or nothing

Whenever I see people dance, be it on the streets, in a video or on a stage performing, a powerful yet short tinge of feeling will flow through the body. No, it's not the excessive horror films I've watched and neither is it flu. It's a hope, a hope to know these people, a hope to dance on a stage like they did. Then it came to me that I should have joined dance a long time ago. This urge to dance, to perform on a stage has always been inside me. The road would have been so much easier if I had joined a certain dance crew or known some people who'd be willing to even form one with me. It's getting annoying, this life. I've been trying to be in the mainstream, achieving the results mom wanted, trying to get out of trouble and trying to be perceived as the obedient kid who listens to all the instructions in the world. Everything has been so normal that I'm beginning to get sick of this mundane routine that I've been going through for the past 18years.

I'd always walk past this poster that says.
"Don't count the days, make the days count."

I found life in dance

Friday, 10th October 2008 marks the end of hiphop2, yet another awesome series of lessons conducted by zee super cute and dope instructor, ANAN. Like finally, I took a photo with her! This feels just like shaking Jay's hand. hahaha. Hiphop3 starts next week! What a wonderful day.

I wore these to dance class that day ahhahaha


and did I mention that this is my favourite photo so far? haha

Joy =! you giving away candies to me

Labels labels labels. Please get me inside their heads, for I have the least idea of what they were thinking when they made the decision.





are labels that important?

sir, is that your final destination?

ok after two straight shows about people dying in the most grotesque way I could've ever imagined, I'm beginning to have a different feeling about deaths. After watching the third final destination sequel, I knew I wanted more, so naughty me went to watch both the first and the second, which I missed few years back. Ladder going through eyes, broken pipes impaled into heads. What more could I ask for hahaha. Speaking of that, the fifth SAW sequel is coming on 24october. Can't wait for more people to die(in the show, that is).




dam I'm a sick bastard

call me irresponsible

wow, I've been labeled the unfilial child who refuses to give his father internet access. Why the fuck does one need internet when the only website he goes to is youtube and only watches video from one uploader. Haven't I downloaded all the videos for your comfort to watch on the bigger screen? So mom got friend to provide the wireless card. Whatever I told them just went to waste. They refused to believe that internet access can only be used by one modem, but were so easily convinced by their friend. They kept thinking I was the lazy one, even when I was the one who bought and fixed all the technical issues at home. You are not ITsavvy, and obviously your son knows it and wants to save your pride by not revealing to others that you actually know nuts about computers but guess what. You just blew it, both of you.


I swear my kids will never suffer the same fate as I did, never. So how do I survive in a family which doesn't put trust in me? I don't know.

maomaomao

Party at dblo last night with the good o' clubbing crew. Finally, with cy back, the party was high like 4123123storeys. Two shots weren't enough, and good music is hard to come by. Nevertheless, I guess we all had fun.

2.25PM, I was rudely awakened by this super smart cat which took the lift up to the 16th floor and went into my house when dad left the main door open. Efforts of dad chasing the cat out turned out the other way and so it ran into my room, where I was having my sweet dream. Cat. In my room. omgwtfbbq.