kopidog!

iMight go crazy at this rate.

2012-01-03T00:34:00.002+08:00

Got my intern tmr at 7:30am and i can't sleep. The reason being? The dream.

Fuck it or not, i dreamt of her. Again.

Last night, and it was vivid as real life. Woke up, and then i wuz ok. Not until moments ago when i wuz trying to fall asleep.

I think this happens everytime i'm back here in my ori room and trying to fall asleep, during that same old hour of midnight (or dawn). This is fucked.

Might be caused by SoBG. No i think it's more like the room. This room is where most of it happened lol. I guess. Damn all these are really getting to me.

This year i swear i ain't coming back again for the summers lol. It's bad for my health that i still can't let go and i know it but i can't help it. This whole thing is fucked, serious.

Man yeah i just hope i can complete SoBG before i go insane for real (lol) but nah..not that likely eh? Lol this is stupid. This whole thing is.

Well at least i've got this diary of mine to dump shit in when shit happens. Not like it's private but i sometimes am thankful that there ain't many readers lol. Bah whatever i don't even have much fucks to give for that seeing as how i'm under shit circumstances as of now.

Well i'm off to bed, hopefully i can in less than 2 hours or so. I hope i don't dream of her again. No wait maybe i do. Fuck yeah i do. The saying goes: "enjoy first, regret later". Yeah whatever i'm off i swear one of these days, this whole yes no yes no thing is gonna drive me nuts. Chao.

P/s: already did.

The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - Chapter 8

2011-12-30T20:09:00.002+08:00

okay so here's chap 8 of SoBG, story pickin' up just rite rite there if i have to say lol. really liking the flow and pace of the story at this point, so i'll definitely finish this story that i started hehee. stay tuned to those who still are tuned, here is chap 8 of SoBG, enjoy~

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The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - chapter 8

It was 10am. The boy was lying on his new bed in his new bedroom. His eyes were greeted by the first sunray of that Saturday morning - that usual annoying ray of hot light which he hated so much.

But somehow, today, he did not hate it.

The handphone was lying a slight distance in front of where his head laid. And seeing it made him remember why he was feeling so euphoric at this hour of the day. Last night, he was sure he'd seen a really good dream.

Last night, the thing that he had craved for all his life had finally came true. And the best part was, it all came as a surprise, an unplanned and unexpected turnout, making him unable to take in what had happened on the spot.

Last night, he remembered that he was talking on the phone with his...with the girl, and then something wonderful happened. And after it - whatever it was - happened, all he could remember was this feeling of serenity throughout the rest of the call. He couldn't remember clearly of what happened after that, but could remember going to bed closing 2am while still texting the girl under the blanket, until she finally fell asleep.

And then the next thing was the pleasant sunray which reached his eyes this morning. And all these made him wonder -

Was it all just a moment of heat for the girl?

How did the girl feel now, after she'd went to bed for a whole night and had the time to think about what she said last night, alone, in her bed?

Would she, by chance, feel like withdrawing her words at this point, now that the sun is up and shining?

No wait, but like...it was all real as steel right? Like, the fact that she was now his girlfriend?

He found himself thinking of stupid stuff like those. Thinking of whether the girl was only doing all these out of guilt or like...wanting to give him a chance after all his effort, out of kindness or what-nots. He was thinking of things one would not think of, were the same thing to happen to them.

So, he decided he had to call up on the girl to perhaps, "confirm" whatever he heard only last night. Weird.

The girl laughed at the boy when he stuttered the questions he had to the girl. She told the boy that he was being silly for having such doubts about what had just happened last night. She assured the boy that he had indeed heard her right, that she had wanted to be with the boy, toegether as a couple, and that she loved the boy too. She also apologised for making the boy go through so much on his own, and after so long, to finally get to this point, in acknowledging her mutual feelings for the boy.

Hearing those words once again, especially the part where she said that she loved him too, brought chills to the boy's heart. His heart tingled in a most elating feeling he'd ever felt, much more intense than any of his previous happy moments in his life. He missed the girl so much, at that very instant, and had such a strong urge of holding her firmly to his chest right then.

But they were miles apart, and that all would have to wait.

And after that, the days were only filled with happiness.

Every morning, the boy would wake up happy, as the thought that he had a special someone who loves him at the other side of the line came into mind. He'd send her a sweet good morning, and receive one just as sweet in moments, and then go wash up and get ready for college, while getting more caramel-sweet texts all the way to school, until class started. The days now felt wonderful, and for the first time in his life, thought that he had finally felt truly thankful to be alive, and to have a real meaning to this one life he was given on this Earth.

The days went by with this overflowing happiness flooding the area. Well at least the area surrounding the boy. Everyday was heart throbbing and exciting for the boy. And everyday, he had the girl on his mind, as usual - and what he would do when he finally got to meet her again in person.

And so, two weeks after the wonderful night, the boy found himself travelling on a bus, on his four hours journey back to his hometown.

It was on the weekends, with only 2 days of holiday for the boy to leave the city. But he didn't care. All he knew was that that was his best chance to get his ass back to where his beloved girlfriend was, and spend time by her side, for as long as it was permitted.

All he knew was that he must see the girl again - must hold her firmly to his heart's content, tell her he missed her to his heart's content, and tell her he loved her so much till his voice gave up.

It was clear that the boy was madly, passionately, burning in the blazes of love. He could hardly sleep through the four hours worth of bus riding - at which he usually would the moment the bus started moving, as his heart was beating furiously at the thought of seeing her after oh so long.

And then.

Evening came. The boy had arrived at his house hours ago, and had settled down and gotten ready for the date - they were to meet at the beach in the evening, and whatever came next was entirely up to them to decide later on. There wasn't a real need for the boy to plan up on the date beforehand, this time, as the both of them merely wanted to see each other and be by one another's side. Anything they did was fine, as long as they were together, by each other's side.

And now, the boy was behind the steering wheel of his father's car. He was on his way to the beach - the girl had mentioned that her dad would fetch her there, and that she'd call once she arrived.

The boy reached the destination about 30 minutes before the date. And the reason of being? Not because of the ironclad rule that "guys must not be late for dates" - but simply because his heart had wanted to see the girl, so badly, as early as it was allowed.

And naturally, the girl had not arrived yet. The boy found an empty seat on the sandy shore to settle down on, while waiting for the girl.

At this point, the nerves had finally started to show signs of catching up with his head. He could feel the usual nauseous feeling in his head, the usual tingling at the tips of his fingers, whenever he was nervous.

Trying to calm himself, he took out his headsets and plugged them into his handphone. As he turned the music on, he could hear the sounds of the waves leak into his earpiece, creating a pleasant mixture along with the rhythm of the songs he was playing.

It was indeed a soothing feeling - listening to the music mixed with the sound of the waves, and feeling the sea breeze caress his hair, while waiting for his beloved girlfriend to arrive.

And then the phone vibrated. He could hear the melody of his ringtone through the earpiece. The girl had just arrived, and was asking him where he was.

And for a split moment there, he panicked and got up all flustered, as he looked around while holding the phone on his right hand, and telling her where he was through the mic - all these done while trying to get a visual of the girl amidst the people walking by.

And then he saw her. The brightly lit figure showing herself so clearly amidst the crowd. It wasn't much of a big crowd, but still..

She was wearing a pair of casual jeans, a white t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers. At the sight of the boy, she waved lightly - and abit shyly.

And she looked oh so beautiful in the boy's eyes.

At that very moment that his eyes fell on the girl, everyone around her seemed to blur out. All he could see, at that very moment, as he walked towards the girl, was her, her white tee, her blue jeans, and those sneakers he'd seen her wear more than once during their past dates.

She took up the whole of his field of vision, just as how she took up the whole of his heart.

And then, before he knew it, they were sitting on the bench that he'd been on before the girl arrived. Both of them were as stiff as steel, and it almost felt as if they were back at their first date.

The boy was sitting on the left side of the bence, while looking to the left - clearly NOT at the girl. And the girl, was looking down at her feet, occasionally looking up straight to the sea. Nerves. The air around them was heavy.

How did this even happen! Was what the boy had in his mind during that short period of greeting and exchanging news without eye contact. He was there, sitting right beside the girl that he loved so much - who turns out to be his girlfriend, at such a close range, yet he didn't even dare look into her eyes, let alone look at her.

The situation was dire. It was as bad as it could go. You could practically call it another failed date, and they might as well just break the fuck up and never see each other fuckin' ever again. LOL!

Hell no. This is NOT happening. I've made it this far, just to come to this and WHAT? That's all?

Hell no.

And pause. The boy stopped thinking for a while. And then, without looking right, he moved his hand onto the spot where he thought the girl's hand was.

And then he felt the back of her hand. It was soft - the skin on the back of her hand. He could feel the nail of her pinky, as he slid his hand towards the underneath of her hand - towards the face of her palm.

And then he felt something even softer. Soft and warm, smooth skin and texture, on the face of her palm. As he curled his hand slightly to grip her hand, he felt a surging warmth spreading from his hand towards his heart, and the rest of his body.

Did the girl's hand actually feel this soft the first time he held it, during the time when he handed the bag of info to her in front of her house?

But his thoughts were cut off, when he felt the girl's hand move. He felt it curl the same way his hand did just moments ago, gripping firmly on his fingers, holding his hand closer to herself. Surprised by this, he blank-mindedly turned towards the girl.

And there she was, looking straight into his eyes, as if telling him that she was right there beside him, telling him that everything was just fine. In her deep black pupils, he thought he could see the vague outline of his own reflection, and at that instant he felt all his nervousness evapourate into thin air.

What was there to be nervous of? He had the girl with him just beside him, and her hand was holding firmly on his, as if telling him that she'd never let go of them, and everything was going just the way he wanted it to. Just fine. Everything was just fine.

And at this thought, all doubts vanished from his mind. Without much of another thought, he slid his right arm towards her waist and pulled her closer into his embrace. He held her now vacant left hand in his left, and moved closer towards her, as she too moved closer into his arms and placed her head on his chest. They stayed like this for a long time, talking to each other in tones not more than whispers, before finally leaving the spot for dinner, hand in hand. They ate a simple and quick meal at MackDee's, before going off for a stroll on the sandy beach in each other's embrace, while enjoying the night scenery and cool breeze of the sea.

For how long they sat on the beach after that, they didn't know. All they knew was that before long, it was time for them to go home. Without even realising it, night had fallen for quite a long while, and the time has finally come for them to return home.

On the journey to the girl's place, the boy held the girl's hand with his left while driving with the other, as if not wanting to leave her just yet. He wanted to stay with the girl for much longer, and dreaded the moment when they finally reach the front of her house. All through the journey, he could feel the girl fondling his hand, as if to comfort him on the seperation to come.

And then they reached her house.

It was almost the same as the last time. He stopped the car, and then silence fell. Only this time, they had their hands held. It seems that neither wanted to make the move of releasing it.

But what must be done, must be done. The girl felt the boy let go of his grip, slowly, and so she too, followed suit and slowly released her grip. She looked up at the boy, and then with heavy hearts on both sides, they sank into a pationate hug, as if to squeeze the misery out of each other. She held tightly on the boy's back, felt the great width and warmth of the chest of the boy she had fallen for over the past year. She held on tightly, with her eyes closed, not wanting to open them as if afraid that doing so might end the hug. She didn't want to be released from that hug, and so she let her senses lose in it.

And then she felt his arm loosening. Slowly but reluctantly, she, too loosened her arms.

Their heads went backwards, and now faced each other in point-blank range. He was looking directly at her, and she at him. He could make out a clear silhoutte of his own in her eyes, and she in his. And then -

"Can i kiss your lips?"

The girl heard his barely audible whispers. She blushed furiously, though she was sure he couldn't see it. She shook her head quickly, with heat emitting rapidly from her flushed cheeks. Her breath was faster than it was before, and so was her heartbeat. And then she felt his warm palm touch her left cheek.

"Look into my eyes."

And then he looked straight into her eyes, as he moved his face closer towards hers, his lips towards hers, while his eyes slowly started closing up. And then, lost in the passionate moment, she, too, closed her eyes slowly, and moved towards his lips.

And then he felt her soft lips on his. It was soft, warm and a bit wet. His tongue reached into her lips, and its tip felt the texture if her teeth, and then her tongue. Everything felt soft and warm, felt so comfortable and soothing, as both of them lost themselves in the lip-lock.

They kissed passionately for some time - it wasn't brief, but it wasn't terribly long as well. And then they stopped. And then - again, this time longer and more passionate, and then again. It was only on the third time, that the boy noticed midway through that the girl's neighbour had came out to dispose of rubbish - and so he lightly pulled himself away from the girl, with a heavy heart.

After they bade goodbye for the tenth time, the girl exited the car and walked into her house, while waving a few more times at the boy. The boy stayed until she entered the house after waving one more time, before wiping his lips and hitting the road.

As he drove back alone in the night, he wiped is lips one more time with his now vacant left hand, while his heart beat crazily fast at the events that took place only minutes ago in that very car he was driving.

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and so chap 8 comes to an end, quite some hot stuff over there eh? lol well anyway i'll have to stress this again: THIS AIN'T A TRUE HAPPENING, IT'S JUST A STORY THAT I CAME UP WITH BASED ON SOME REAL LIFE HAPPENINGS (that's why it sounds so real eh?) well yeah and of course most of my imaginations too whoooohahaha. anyway hope u enjoyed it, thank you for reading, AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012 TO Y'ALL OUT THERE.

hopefully i'll get to complete this story before the world ends eh? thank you and have a nice day + year ahead. bai bai.

MERRY KURISUMASU! And a happy new year.

2011-12-27T22:47:00.002+08:00

Had a blast with ma friends and cousins during the long christmas weekend. Hope i can do this more often in the future and all but...yeah, we'll see.

Anyway, down to the point. Wishing all them ppl out thr no matter whr u are, a merry christmas and hopefully a happy new year. It's 2012 afterall, gotta treat it like the last eh? Lol kidding hopefully not.

Anyway so yeah, enjoy while we can, that's my motto i guess, so i'll be doing that, been doing it for quite sometime tho.

Once again. Happy christmas and a merry new year. Terbalik. Watever. SoBG will continue next week for those it may concern ha! Chaozers.

The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - Chapter 7

2011-12-18T00:13:00.004+08:00

Ok so I found some time today to upload this chapter, wrote it in my ipad couple of days ago but i formatted it before backing up, forgot about it so lol. but anyway here's the stuff and...yeah enjoy.

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The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - chapter 7

It was a fine day out. The skies were clear and bright, but the air wasn't heavy and hot as it usually was. It was indeed a pleasant day out.

A week had passed since the last encounter between the boy and the girl. It had been a week since the boy left for the big city to pursue his further studies. It had been a whole week since the boy had decided to walk away from the girl - to let go of his feelings for her.

The girl, currently still enjoying her long holidays - as her higher education has yet to commence - could be seen lazing around the house killing time by watching the tv, surfing the net, or occasionally reading up on magazines lying on shelves in her study room. With nothing much to do but loiter around the house, this was what a student on holiday would usually do - well maybe an occasional hangout with friends, but not all the time.

What was different from usual was that the phone seemed to be a lot less active than usual. A lot.

Usually, her handset would be vibrating every so often that it would sometimes annoy her sister who was at home as well. She would then pick the phone up, read through it, and most probably laugh herself silly at whatever was on the hand phone screen.

But not for today.

Apparently, the boy had been busy since he arrived at his uncle's place in the city - at which he had been arranged for accommodation during his college life. Busy or not, that was what the boy had claimed through his few text messages sent when he first arrived in the city. Who knows, he might have been playing some mind games with the girl, but that would remain a mystery as there simply was no way to tell.

And now that he boy had stopped his usual text message spamming with the girl, it somehow felt weird - out of place, for the girl. Like something was not right - like something was missing from her everyday life. It wasn't something really big to cause distraught in her daily life, but it was just a small something lacking in her everyday slacking life. Something small, yet noticable.

Regardless, life goes on for the girl. And, for the boy as well, of course.

As mentioned earlier on, it was a fine day out.

On this very fine Friday afternoon, the boy could be found mending the bed in his new room, with tools he dug out from his uncle's store room. Fixing the bed 'coz it was creaking wasn't really a big feat, but it was enough to distract the flooding thoughts in the boy's mind. What about? The girl, naturally.

Since he'd left his hometown - resolved on leaving his feelings behind and all, he had missed the girl so very badly, to the point of keeping him awake for a few nights since his arrival in the concrete jungle. It was a new place, a new home, a new bed, and most of all, a new city to live in, and amidst his capability to adapt, he'd find it hard to settle down in this new circle of life, where he had to discipline himself to no longer think of the girl anymore.

Why'd he go through such ordeal? 'Coz he'd decided that this was the path to take.

Since he turned his back on the girl - the night in front of her house gate - he'd decided that the more he hung on to such pointless feelings, the deeper he'd fall into the hurtful quicksand, which will eventually drag him down to his doom. He'd suffered quite a lot from internal struggling and dwelling with these feelings, and he thought it was best to finally put a stop on all those unnecessary pain.

And that, was what he'd decided - though deep inside, he found that he was only missing the girl more and more.

At times, he'd think back on the times they spent texting the shit outta nothing of import at all, cracking casual and sometimes even lame jokes with each other, talking through the phone, hearing her soothing voice chime through the ear piece, and most of all, going on dates that ended up as failures, but nevertheless enjoying her company. Those times were only recently passed, and they didn't feel remotely faraway.

How did they even end up in such a dire situation? He'd wonder when they stopped messaging each other that often, ONLY to realise that it was all done by him - he had done them all by himself, and now he lamented on what he had done.

It was a terrible week for the boy, having to miss the girl so much and restraining himself from reaching out for her, but that one week passed regardless. Now, only three days remained before the start of college.

The start of college. It marks the start of something very new for the boy. It marks the start of his college life, where much freedom is to be tasted, and much changes would be made on the entire educational system. It was the pinnacle of one's life, a stage in life where one would most likely experience many new things for the first time of their lifes, and most probably be exposed to much more of the world that they lived in.

The start of college marks the dawn of a new life for the boy. A life with new friends, a new environment, and - a life without the girl.

Or at least, that was what the boy had thought of in his sad, sad heart.

So many times had he found himself in this string of thoughts. Thoughts about his decision, his choice, his resolve in letting go of the girl. So many times had he convinced his heart to not waver any longer, and to go on with this decision that his brains had finalised.

So many times had he lamented over the outcome of this whole thing.

And tonight, he thought, was the time to make it clear to the girl of his intents - to set it straight to her that he would stop chasing after her, and maybe apologise for any awkward feelings caused. It was all set in his mind. Firmly.

And so -

He made a call to the girl. The first phone call to her in a whole week's time. It was shortly after the girl's dinner, and he had expected that the girl would now be watching the tv after a satisfying dinner. And so right he was.

After moments of dial tones heard through the ear piece, the call was picked up and the girl's voice could be heard amidst some background noises which closely resembled the television. The boy could make out the sound of a familiar advertisement on tv, before registering the fact that this was the first time in a week that he'd heard her sweet voice.

The girl was slightly surprised at the call. He could tell through her higher than usual pitch. Also, he could make out a clear amount of happiness in her voice, probably from this sudden phone call made by the boy. But none of those mattered, onward to the main point, thought the boy.

He started off with a few usual greetings, asking about how the girl had been during the past few days, while trying hard to surpress the rising elation in his heart from hearing the girl's cheerful voice. It was overwhelming, hearing the voice that he had yearned for over the week, and after one whole week of not getting any at that! It was painful, as well. Hearing her voice so fondly, knowing that this could very well be the last time that he heard it for a long time to come.

The conversation dragged on. The girl was seemingly more talkative than usual, telling the boy about things that had happened through the last week, and asking about how things were for the boy at his end - asking if he could adapt to the new environment. All were answered vaguely by the boy, as he tried hard to find an opening to his intentions tonight, only failing to pull it off when the openings came. Why? Because he too, was enjoying himself with this conversation with the girl - he too was enjoying the girl's company, and somehow wanted things to stay the way they were.

But his resolve came into play.

While listening to the girl talking about some small happenings on her side, the boy thought of what would happen if he ended this conversation later tonight withOUT stating clearly of his intentions - he would be happy that they had such a wonderful conversation in a week, and after that, fall asleep thinking about the girl and wondering what he should do with the way their relationship was. He'd go back to agonising on wanting so much to get closer to the girl, but knowing that he couldn't do what his heart desired. He would suffer like he always did, missing the girl dearly, but not being able to reach out and hold her - or tell her that he misses her - and finally hurting himself even more.

And that was it. It's done. There was nothing left but to -

And then he fell silent. He let the girl finish saying what she had to say, waited for the silence that would ensue right after the girl stopped, and waited for the girl to ask for the boy. It wasn't like he actually "waited" for all those to happen. It's more like, he prepared himself for the moment the girl would stop and ask for him once silence took over.

And then, he spoke -

" Ok..uh..I've got something that I reeeally need to tell you tonight...like..I've been wanting to tell you for quite some time..just that I never had the...well yeah. I've made up my mind, I guess, so here's it.."

And then, a short pause.

"So....yeah. I guess you should know now that I uh...love you, lol yeah well you don't have to believe me, but that's the case for me..but yeah, so you know that already, and yeah I know you kinda like me too, but you just...you're not yet ready for whatever...you know, those boyfriend girlfriend stuff, yeah i understand..i do, i mean..

as the boy frowned and put his hands over his eyes, squeezing the space between his eye brows -

Yeah i understand AND respect your feelings, your decision of...rejecting me, i respect it all, so I thought that..maybe i should, you know, since i'm starting a new college life and all i should - "

And then the girl interrupted.

"wait, you don't have to see it this way..i mean...umm..i'm okay knowing that you umm well..love me, it's fine with me, and i said before that i believe you and all, i know it but umm..i don't feel awkward when i'm with you..uhh..like when we're texting, i'm fine with it, i'm okay with continuing like this, and i don't find you disturbing at ALL trust me, not like what you think, mmm....you understand, right? It's all good for me, so you don't have to think that you're like...disturbing me or making me feel bad or anything by...texting me..."

And then she trailed off into silence. It lasted for a short moment. And then the boy spoke again.

"yeah well..i'm thankful that you don't think of me like an annoying stalker or whatsoever, like some would think of those who confessed to them but got rejected ...but see..that's not the point. I mean,......it's more like...i'm really..a bit tired of the current situation. Yeah well you may be okay with this whole thing but...everytime we text, talk through the phone and stuff..i feel like...i'm friggin' holding back over here you know? Yeah sometimes i might just burst out with a random "i miss you so much" or stuff but..i wanna like..i wanna be able to say what i feel, to do what i feel all the time when i'm with you. I wanna tell you how much i love and miss you every second but...i just cant coz we aint nothing but..friends rite now, see? And that really hurts you know, like..wanting SO much to tell out all that i'm feeling but not being ABLE to..coz of...yeah. I mean...i'm tired of hanging on this thread, always wavering here and there, not actually breaking in two, but always looking like it's gonna break...like a piece of meat that you take out from the freezer, not to cook, but just to place on the table, like...hovering in between hot and cold...i just...i'm tired of the feeling of hanging in the middle. Yeah...that's right."

And a firm full stop. And then, silence once again.

Nobody spoke for some time. The boy waited patiently, and painfully, as the girl tried to absorb what he had said in the past few minutes. Two hearts were beating, throbbing, fast in two different bodies so far from one another, and althought not completely in sync, both were bearing a certain amount of pain and dread.

And then, the boy broke the silence once again, after deciding that the girl had taken in all that he said, and was only in silence as she didn't know what to say, or how to say what she wanted to.

"okay...so...yeah. It's come to this. So like...i really enjoyed the times that i spent with you, more than one year it had been i guess? Yeah somewhere around that. Like..i dunno what to say..i really..yeah i love you, that's already a fact, but...i dunno if you feel the same for me, though sometimes i feel that you actually like me too lol, forgive me if i'm being conceited but...yeah that's just what i feel. Or hope to feel. Anyway. Yeah..i mean like...i just cant keep this up. It's been too tiring for me, being all hung up in the middle of nowhere, and never knowing which direction to take and stuff. Nah...i don't blame you at all, don't you ever think it that way...i understand that the...maybe the timing is not right...and all..maybe distance as well..so like...yeah...as of three days from now, i'll be going to a new school and getting to know new people, and hopefully starting a new life. So...yeah i guess you and i...we just - "

And then, for the second time in one night, the girl interrupted the boy again.

"no wait...ummm...no...see i...i'm sorry if i ever made you feel that way but...i...i dunno what i want and umm...i dunno what will happen if..i mean....yeah i feel good when i'm with you too and...i think i might start to feel okay around you...like the other day, when we were at starbugz...and my friend saw us together...i dunno...i felt okay with the whole thing..i mean uhhmmm...yeah maybe i DO like you, like you said before...it's just that - "

And for the first time ever, in so many conversations they've had till now, the boy cut right through the girl, in a firm, drawling, and almost exasperated tone.

"Well then if you like me and all, why don't you just COME ON over here and BE my girlfriend already?"

The boy rolled his eyes while holding his phone on the left side of his ear. His right hand was tuck on his waist - and he wore a sort of exasperated smile on his face.

Maybe it was his drawling voice. Or maybe the full blast dosage of confidence/cockiness in his voice, like he didn't give a rat's ass on what would happen next, but only cared of what would become of him and the girl.

Maybe it was the way he had ushered the dominating suggestive statement over to the girl, that the girl finally felt something different than what she had felt before this.

The sense of security, like nothing would go wrong even if she let her heart decide, and go with whatever she had kept hidden within her heart for soooo long.

Or maybe she too, was influenced by the "couldn't-be-bothered-ness" in the boy's tone, that she -

"mmm..."

"what?" (though he already had a clear idea on what was coming next)

"mmm...I wanna be your girlfriend."

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Ok so yeah that wuz chapter 7, hmmm...abit more eventful and with more development than usual, if i should say for myself lol. ok so that's it thx for reading chaozers.

The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - Chapter 6

2011-12-12T23:06:00.005+08:00

Lol and when i just said i'd post every fri-sat lol.

Well i just got back from a trip to malacca with my high-school friends, awesome trip, two words, so yeah, lookin' forward to the pics to be uploaded to fb soon lol. really nice trip, had a shit load of food to eat and fun to have.

but anyway, i wrote this chapter a week or two ago and stored it in my pc, and after proofreading i found so many typos lol, lucky i DID proofread it ffs. i quite like this chapter, personally, and i really look forward to continuing the story into its eventual climax and end lol.

ok so here's chapter 6 of SoBG, thank you for reading lolol:

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The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - chapter 6

Nothing special happened after the confession. Days passed by as it should, and soon enough, the relationship of the boy and the girl had returned to its original state, like how it always had been. They were basically, back to their everyday life of idly and casually messaging each other, talking about the mundanes of the mundanes.

A few times, the boy had tried to bring up the topic within his heart, but the girl would avoid the question, almost always most efficiently. There were times when he let too much slip and pushed forward abit too hastily, on caring only about getting a straight answer from the girl. He felt something from the girl, but the girl would always deny his questions with no clear answer.

The most he'd ever got from the girl was something about her possibly liking him, but she just wasn't ready to get into any such relationships.

And then, after some time, the boy decided that it was about time - about time that he realised the fact that he could never get the girl to warm up towards him. Whether the girl had or had not feelings for him, he decided that he should not know, he should never know. He could never know.

True, he and the girl shared a somewhat close relationship, something drifting between friendship and lovers, something closer than best buddies, but somewhat lacking than lovers.

But somehow, the boy felt like he would never reach the spot beside the girl, which he had tried to reach so much. He started to lose faith in himself, feeling that he will never be able to reach the girl's heart.

It was depressing. The way the boy thought about all these, and how he tried hard not to show it to the girl, but eventually failing to hide it from her. The whole process was tiresome to watch, and even more tiresome to bear. It was days and nights of darkness, only with slight rewards when he felt that at least the girl was happy with the current situation. She was oblivious of what dwelled deep within his heart, but sometimes he gets the feeling that she in actual fact knows most or part of what he was going through, but simply chose not to emphasise on those cumbersome matters.

Those were the dark days. Dark, dark days, for the boy.

Soon, it was time for the both of them to decide on their further education choices – of which course to take, which fields to venture into, which college to attend, and which future career to consider. The boy decided that he would be taking the A-Lvls in a college outiside of the state he resided, while the girl eventually ended up on choosing a local government-based college to attend.

This meant another separation for the two of them, like what happened back in primary school. But this time was slightly different.

This time, they were to be separated by a considerably huge distance, rendering meeting on a whim impossible, and of course other means of communication would be scarce given the vast distance.

The boy had long forseen such situations. He had been waiting helplessly for this day to come. Dreading its arrival, yet quietly looking on as it approaches, with eyes as empty and cold as the cloudy skies of a rainy night, as if already given up on any means of hope.

He was helpless. He felt helpless. He couldn't do anything to stop this separation, and this time it would be so much further, so much colder.

There was no helping it, yet again. He had given up hope trying to keep the relationship going, tired of always being the one-sided passionate fool, always pestering the girl on things she clearly wanted to avoid. Yet again, he felt like he should respect the girl's decision on not dwelling on things like these.

It was all painful and hard to bear, but it was about all that he could do. Try harder? He did not want to trouble the girl with these feelings anymore. Period.

And then it came – the last few days before leaving town.

Three days from now, the boy would be travelling to the city, in order to attend the course that he decided upon attending. He could probably return on weekends, if he was desperate, as the city was a mere four hours' drive from his hometown, but it would be a rather hurried and packed journey.

All in all, this would mark the first time of him leaving his hometown, going to some place other than home for more than a few 3 months, possibly for half to one year.

All in all, this would mean calling a place faraway from his sweet home “home”.

All in all, this meant leaving the girl behind, biding a temporary goodbye, quite a long temporary goodbye, and not knowing when he might meet her again. All hope was not lost, they could still communicate via various electronic means, but going out on dates would then be impossible.

Thus, he decided that he would ask the girl out one last time, before he went off to a new place, and possibly having a new start with a new life, leaving behind the bitter memories in his hometown. He would see the girl one last time, before setting himself straight of letting go of her.

And then – on the day of the date.

The date went surprisingly smoothly. Very much smoother than usual. The boy, with his heavy yet calm heart, would crack jokes like he used to, and play around with the girl without batting an eye or nerve, while the girl, feeling comfortable with the new cheerful air around the boy, gave good responses to his jokes.

Overall, they were enjoying their date alot more than usual.

It was a sight to behold - a boy and a girl laughing and playing around on a table in starbugz, clearly enjoying themselves on the cheerful air around them. They were even spotted by one of the girl’s friends, whom naturally thought them as lovers out on a date.

Why did it only happen now? The boy asked himself.

He couldn't give himself an answer.

And then the date came to an end. The girl was now sitting beside the boy in his car, well his father's car of course, while the boy drove her back to her house. Expecting a sudden intimacy flag to be raised here out of a sudden? Yeah, possibly.

Not for the boy.

It was odd. Strangely unexpected. He'd never drove the girl back to her house before in the past few miserable dates, but this time was different. He was driving the car with his cherished crush right beside him, listening silently to the CD he burned not long ago.

It was a pleasant atmosphere, probably a good time to ask her the golden question again.

But the boy didn't feel like it. What a fool he was – for throwing away such a golden opportunity, yet again. And the reason?

It was because he didn't want to spoil the pleasant air around them, not on his last date with the girl.

Not when things are going so well up ‘till then.

Not when he could finally make the girl feel comfortable beside him.

Not when he had finally decided that it would be his last date with the girl.

Not after he had went through all the trouble and effort, to let those feelings go.

He did not want their next encounter to be filled with awkwardness, when they could both walk away with such a nice memory of going out on a nice date before they went their separate ways.

And so, he did not make any moves on the girl. He did not mention anything about getting together. Nothing about that sensitive topic, all through the drive to the girl’s house.

And when they reached her house, silence fell as he put the car to a gradual halt.

A few moments, that is. The silence only lasted for a few seconds, and then the boy opened the door, went down to the backseat, and took out a bag.

Curious, the girl too went down from her side, and was met by the boy in front of the headlights of the car.

The bright lights shown on the bag, and revealed its contents - a pile of what looked like informational education pamphlets on further education. The boy apperently wanted the girl to have them, in case she ever changed her mind on studying in the local institution, as she did once mentioned that she was unsure if this was the best choice for her.

Ironic, that the boy, who had once gone so far as to leaving a surprise for her in her letterbox and writing her a splendid love song, would choose a bag of informational pamphlets as a farewell gift. The irony was simply overwhelming..

And then, with a surprisingly calm expression on his face, the boy reached out to the girl's hand. His hand felt warm and calm, not shaking a tiny bit from nerves or what-nots.

It was almost serene, the air around him at that time.

He passed the bag into here hand, which he held in his. And with a casual but almost sorrow smile, he spoke.

"Here, you can have a look at these for your further education and stuff.

Good luck in wherever you go and whatever you do.

Let's keep in touch.

Bye."

And with that, he returned to the driver's seat while waving a hand at the girl, without looking away from her. And all through the process of the boy walking backwards to the driver's seat while biding the girl farewell, and then finally looking away while getting on, and then waving one last time before driving off into the corner, and then disappearing into the night, the girl felt a sudden rush of emotions up her chest, a surge of desire for the boy that she had successfully kept at bay for so long.

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yeah well that's quite a nice part of the story for me, since it marks a small development and change of pace for the story lol. ok i think i should prob go to bed since i've gotta continue with my prac tomorrow, so 'till we next meet chaozerzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..

The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - Chapter 5

2011-12-03T00:19:00.009+08:00

Ok so i decided to finish this amatuerish story that i started, just because i've started it, and feel like i should see through to it.

I'll be posting one chapter every fri/sat, hopefully, so that i myself won't lose track of the storyline lol. I had to read back on chap 3 when i wrote chap 4 before this, and now that i think about it, chap 4 was quite poorly written. Bah well i aint a pro, just trying to finish my story that i thought up so...yeah. Lol.

Ok so to whomever still following the story (lol), here is chapter 5 of SoBG:

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The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - Chapter 5

"I've always treated you as a friend, and I just wanna continue as friends with you."

Was what the girl replied when the boy finally found the guts and timing to confess to her.

At that moment, a thousand questions bombarded the boy's brain.

Is that true? What you're saying? Are you sure? Or is it that you're afraid of taking a step forward into a world completely unexplored by you before? Am I being too hasty in confessing? Should I have waited for another time, when you're more comfortable around me both physically and not? But time is not enough, we still have a few months of holidays and then who knows where we'll be heading. Why? Why are you saying that you want me as a friend when you obviously feel the same for me?

Or is it true that, by some twisted reason, you really truly just take me as a friend and nothing more? Am I the only one who was feeling something all this while, when you were oblivious of these feelings of mine?

Am I not the one-sided fool here?

And at the point of the last question, the boy decided to back off. The girl had given her verdict, in a most polite manner, careful as to not hurt his feelings, and the boy felt that, given the outcome, he should step down gracefully and not pester the girl any longer with these unwanted feelings.

It was unbearable. To know that – or rather, to finally acknowledge that, the girl had no such feelings for himself. To know that, he had been a one-sided fool all this time, conceitedly assuming that the girl had felt the same for him all these while, when all the girl had saw him as was a simple friend, and nothing more.

It was mortifying. Although he had thought of this outcome as a possible happening, he never thought that the feeling of finally facing this fact square in the face would be so mortifying.

After the confession, he knew not what to do next, had no idea what had happened, as he tried to calm the surging pain in his heart. He felt nauseous, faint. The girl did not feel the same for him, nor did she want to take a step forward with him in whatever might come, and that, was plain reality.

It probably wasn't something big to fuss over. It was just a rejected confession, not like they even started anything. It was just a tiny spectacle of life that happens all around the world. He should not be feeling so down, so dejected, after being rejected from someone he…

It was impossible. For the boy, it was impossible to not feel anything. He wasn’t on the verge of tears, the pain was not that much as to render him teary eyed – it was more like a slow and gradual dose of morphine administered to him, slowly making him numb and empty. Yes, empty. That was the best word to fit his current condition. He felt empty, with nothing to look forward to, as his life carried him onwards.

Now that he knew how the girl had no feelings for him, he felt that he should stop pursuing the girl like a stalking hound, which, in his opinion, will only cause unwanted drama and negative emotions between him and the girl. He decided that he should drop the matter, let the girl have a peace of mind and space, just like before he started to approach her. It was a stupid thought, but in his misery, the boy probably saw that as his only means of salvation.

It all felt unimaginably weird.

Yesterday, he was happily, or maybe a bit nervously, planning on how to confess to the girl.

Today, he was agonising over his decision of confessing to the girl, and was preparing to let his heart go of the girl.

He decided that he was to let go of the girl, or these unnecessary emotions will only stir up discomfort between the two of them.

Sounds just like the case of a sore loser, looking for the best way to step down after a failure, to minimise the humiliation involved, or damages. Sounds like the typical case of a quitter, giving it up so quickly, right after he’d failed for the first time, and not coming back up and giving it another go for what it matters. But he was just that kind of a person. He held strongly that, since the girl had made it clear that she doesn't intend to go where the boy wishes to go, he would respect her decision and let his emotions go.

And so, a day passed since the confession. It was a long day for the boy, felt like the one single day had stretched ten-fold of the actual time. The boy felt restless. He had nothing to do. Or rather, nothing he could do. He could only lie on his bed lazing around, while trying to take in what reality had thrown to him. He felt empty, without the girl to talk to, without the person he loved to call, without anything enjoyable that he could do.

Given any other day, he would be happily texting the girl, going on and on about pointless things, right about this hour of the day. He’d be busy tapping the keypad without having to look at it, and then wait for a few minutes, and the girl’s reply would be received. And then he’d feast his eyes on what the girl had written, and write a reply and go on and on, just like that, ‘till the day ends.

Now, all he could do is gaze at the empty phone display, as if willing it to suddenly produce a violent vibration, showing an incoming text from the girl.

He wanted to text the girl, badly.

He wanted everything to go back to normal, once again.

He wanted to wish away what he did yesterday, if even possible.

He wanted to turn back time - just for one friggin' day.

Melancholy filled his heart. If only he hadn’t been so stupidly hasty the other day. As these thoughts started drowning in, he couldn't help but feel a great sense of regret and lost over what he just recklessly did. He started to question himself on why he had even thought of doing that shit.

And then the phone vibrated.

The boy gave a start - instantly. And then - grabs phone- unlocks – screen shows: "message from " - opens message – starts reading.

And then, his heart swelled with happiness. Though the message wasn't anything special, it was indeed from the girl. It was a simple "good morning" message from the girl, asking if he had woke up late since he didn’t start messaging her after so long. Nothing special, but still, he was happy – relieved, more like, that the girl would still stay in touch with him amidst what happened just yesterday.

It would seem that the girl had decided, whether consciously or sub-consciously, to disregard whatever happened yesterday. She was seemingly back to her usual self, mentioning nothing about the awkward confession the other day. Though the boy had made signs of wanting to bring up the topic of the confession with the girl, it felt as if the girl was trying not to get near or linger on any part of the topic. She'd answer swiftly when the boy started on the topic, and mention another item which completely overshadows the previous topic.

Mixed feelings started to spread within the boy’s heart. For one, he felt disappointed that the girl had chosen to ignore what he thought was so important, that the girl was obviously trying not to resume the topic with him. For another, he felt partly relieved and happy that the girl was still willing to continue this close but strange relationship with him, instead of avoiding him outright. This, he thought, he should be grateful for.

Amidst all mixed feelings, the boy was ultimately relieved that their relationship did not deteriorate in the way he’d expected it would, like how it was like in so many dramas and shows he watched, right after the protagonist confessed and got rejected.

What a relieve.

It was the thoughts of an adolescent, at that point, that maybe, just maybe, the girl was giving him a second chance, and that maybe, just maybe, the girl actually did like him and enjoy his company, only that now wasn't the right time or whatsoever, that she decided to reject the boy's confession.

Or it may have been his brain in dire attempt to console the sad heart of his. Nevertheless, things started to look a little bright for the boy, as his thoughts, once again, drifted into a world of dreams and fantasies.

And as he replied the girl in a slightly better mood, he couldn't ignore the fact that nothing has changed between the two of them - for better or for worse, and that they were still, as always, hanging on a loose thread which made them seem so close, yet so far, at the same time.

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Ok and that was chapter 5 of SoBG. Seems like the plot is getting into a slow slump, but i guess that's just how the story goes lol. I sometimes have the urge to just skip to the climax or whatever, but..it's not a good idea i guess haha.

Ok then i'll be going to bed, thx for reading and chaozers.

The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - Chapter 4

2011-11-28T23:55:00.003+08:00

It's been a long break for me, been really busy since i came back to msia and starting my intern shit lol. Man, working life essentilly sux, and i'm not even genuinely into the working life yet. I wonder how it'd be like when i DO start to work in the future.

Anyway, onward to the story. I've got an unusually strong urge to finish this story that i've already quarter-way into. I dunno why. So yeah here we have chapter 4, the continuation from chap 3 where the boy went for the three months camp thingy.

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The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) – Chapter 4

Three months have passed, since the girl was greeted by the surprises awaiting her, right after the hectic yet fun-filled vacation. Three months have passed since she felt that special sense of happiness in her heart, which she never felt before.

Happiness, yes, she felt before, but not remotely of the same ilk.

And so came the day that the boy had been eagerly waiting for, since the very first day that he reached the camp grounds - the last day of that god-forsaken camp. It marked a day that he can finally resume his daily communication with the girl, instead of having a limited time allowed over the weekends, or sometimes even less. And with that day approaching gradually, the boy can't help but feel the excitement crawling up his head, day by day.

It was finally around the corner, the day that he had been waiting for so long.

On the last day of the camp, a farewell and congratulatory party was held. Friends who were once strangers, and got closer to one another during the camp could be seen chatting with each other, wishing one another on their future undertakings. And as his friends were all bustling about deep in emotions, indulged in the emotional air of the ceremony, the boy was deep in thoughts of the girl. He was the only one in the camp who was unfazed, unmoved by the happenings around him, and wishing dearly for all these to end quickly.

He had his mind all on the girl, and only the girl, and was impatiently waiting to part with the stupid camp and the temporary friends of his.

And on the next day, the bus came to pick the “campers” up. On the way back to his long desired home, the boy was once again lost in thoughts of the girl. He thought back on when they last spoke, thought back on the first phone call in weeks after the one before the girl left for her trip, and thought back on the nostalgic feeling when he heard the girl’s voice over the phone after a few weeks of not hearing it.

He remembered how they were both awkward, again, after hearing each other’s voice. It was somewhat funny, now that he recalled. He smiled a little to himself as he gazed out into the open fields, from the bustling seat in the bus. He remembered how the girl stuttered the words “thank you” after moments of silence, and how he shook it all off cool, saying how he only did what his heart wanted, and brought the awkwardness out of the conversation.

Now that he thought back, it was for one thing, sure, that he and the girl had stepped up a bit in their relationship. It wasn’t much, but for sure, they were closer than they were before. Closer than two good friends only spending time text messaging and talking through the phone. There was something more than that between them, he thought.

And then, he set his resolve – that he would ask her out one more time, on a date, and bring the now going-good relationship to a higher level.

It wasn’t hard this time. After his return from the camp, it only took him some time to re-establish his connection with the girl, and then settle down, and THEN find a suitable date for meeting the girl. All was done with ease, and the girl did not object – and so you could say that the date was on.

It was in a cafe, Starbugz – the usual spot. The date, that is. The very special day. The day that the boy had worked so hard for and looked forward so much for.

It was a fine day outside, with not many customers patronising the chain coffee outlet. Everything was going good around them, with nothing really going against the pair of them. Only one thing - the pair were a seriously awkward pair whom had no real experience of going out on dates like this one with a single opponent of the opposite sex.

In other words, they were two simple minded innocent teens going out on their first ever date, and worst of all was that they ain't even an official couple! Awkwardness was in the air. The boy wasn't as cheeky and confident as he was in his text messages, and the girl didn't even know what to talk about or do on occasions like these. The pair ended up talking in an awkwardly polite and formal manner throughout the date. Conversations were short and stiff, eyes did not meet each other, and most of the time, the both of them were fiddling with the straws in their drinks, or looking around as if there were much interesting happenings going on around them.

Phail.

And the date ended with the girl heading off, as promised earlier, to meet up with her family for a movie. The boy bade her farewell, and half-dazed, sank back into his seat, now facing an empty chair with a quarter-filled cup in front of him. He was honestly disappointed with the way things turned out, with the fact that he couldn't make it better than it was. He could simply NOT believe that the date he had worked so hard for and looked forward to so much had turned out the way it did, in a totally opposite way from what he had expected it to be. Expectations, they can really kill.

It was all simply pathetic. Utter failure, for the boy. And as his mind lingered on the scenes of that failure of a date, he ordered an Espresso Doppio, and gulped it down in one, as if to drown away his sorrows with pure black bitterness.

After the first failed date, the boy did not give up. He went on with his daily messaging the girl, and found out that the girl was still uncomfortable with face to face meetings, alone, with the boy - though she was completely okay when texting him. It was as if the date never really took place, for the way things went after the date did not change a tiny bit - without any form of awkwardness felt when exchanging messages. The boy concluded that all they needed was more time, more chance of meeting each other again, so that they could get used to being together and seeing each other in person.

And with that aim in mind, the next three months went on quite eventfully.

The boy had asked the girl out on more dates, at which the girl did not oppose to, being the good-natured angel who doesn’t refuse others unless there was a real reason behind. However, things did not improve much for the two of them. The boy had overcome his nerves and edginess when being near the girl, but the girl seemed to have yet to warmed up to the boy. This made it hard for the boy to actually keep the conversations going and atmosphere casual for the two of them.

Most of the times, the boy would start the conversation with a pointless topic, and just go with what he always does in the text messages – being cheeky and funny. It would all work fine, make the girl burst into laughter and all, but after the joke dies down, what’s left would be silence once again. The girl would fall back to her quiet self, looking at things around and trying not to look into his eyes.

All in all, the boy had started to question..if the girl felt anything at all for him, after such a long, long time of what you could call intimate, or at the very least, close messaging and communication between the two of them. Does she feel nothing from and for him, after more than a year's worth of verbal, non-verbal and face to face communication? After all, he was sure he’d hinted through his actions, god knows how many times, of his feelings for the girl. And does the girl even get these hints? Does she know what dwells in the boy’s heart, or does he have to push it to her face for her to notice?

These thoughts haunted him for a long time, every night before he could fall asleep, and every second when he was with the girl. And soon enough, it became crucial that he would finally make his ultimate move – confession. He had always wanted to know what she felt for him, of what she thought of him, of what she felt deep inside whenever she was with or not with him, be it physically or through electronic means.

He wanted to hear from her, to receive something from her, instead of always being the one who gives. This time, he wanted to be selfish and receive her feelings, whether or not existent, for him. This time, he wanted to say it clearly, outright to her face, in her ears, that he loved her for what matters, instead of tirelessly hinting his feelings in his texts and actions. He was certain that the girl had felt something from the boy, only that she had chosen to ignore them for the meantime.

He was also dead sure that the girl had mutual feelings for him, only that his feelings for her was stronger, more yearning, and so much more intense.

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Ooookay. and that was chap 4, slightly longer than what i had in mind, but nevermind. alrite tonite i felt like organising this whole thing from the start so i added in them chapter navigation stuff for each chapter and all. maybe i should save them in my comp in the future, this IS my creation afterall, should keep 'em as remembrance lol.

ok for anyone reading thx for reading i'm off to bed. story feels abit draggy at this point but hopefully it'll pace up soon lol. chaozers.

Chapter list - The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s)

2011-11-28T23:53:00.008+08:00

Chapter 9 (Coming Soon)

The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - Chapter 3

2011-11-03T21:41:00.006+08:00

Man..i'm tired as fuck, but i cant seem to fall asleep, got an exam paper tmr morning and this shit is happening. Guess i'll blog y energy off, hopefully the contents this time wont be too lousy lol.

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The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) – Chapter 3

The message. It marked the start of something new. But what? What new things could possibly evolve from that puny little birthday-wish-of-a-message?

It started out as a birthday wish. Maybe a few extra words of thanks and exchange of greetings or the normal stuff you usually do over the hand phone. But eventually, it evolved into a long series of exchange of text messages, constantly, every so often as 5 minutes, or maybe less when the messages were short ones. An occasional "hey what u doin’ over thr?" whenever the boy felt like it AND had the friggin' courage. Then the conversations would carry on, about senseless and pointless things, about random stuff which bore no significance or importance to their daily lives.

Just simple conversations through the texts, about you and me, and that’s all enough to keep them happy.

In time, this became a daily habit. A daily routine, where the boy would start the "session" with his first text, usually in the morning, and the girl would reply, not hinting an end to the topic, and the text session will go on until the end of the day. And this would be everything that takes place during the holidays. The days were literally spent on doing this. The phone would ring/vibrate every five minutes or less, throughout the WHOLE day, sometimes even lasting through the late night, for as long as their tiredness did not give in.

And then text messages became phone calls. The boy wanted to get closer to the girl, for obvious reasons. He wanted to hear her voice, talk to her with his own words from his mouth, not through the words he put on his tiny hand phone screen. It was all natural, that when you love somebody, you’ll want to get closer to her/him. And it is so for the boy as well.

But anything new was fresh. Any "firsts" would tend to make the attempter nervous, excited, and feel fresh, at the very least. This was his first time talking to the girl through the phone, so naturally, it'd make him feel uneasy and nervous. He remembered how he sent her his first message, and the familiar feeling surged up his nostrils. Excitement. Deep infatuation, for the girl.

Anyhow, the call was made, after great effort, by the boy. As a dreamer, he had imagined of how the girl would sound like through the phone. In real life, he hasn't had much chance of talking to the girl, seeing as how the only place they can meet was in the tuition classes. Therefore, he never really had much chance to hear the girl's voice, much less so closely to his ears. And as his thoughts wandered, the ear piece was pressed against his left ear, with the constant beep resonating in his ear.

And then the beeping stopped, and a voice was heard from the other end of the line. The girl sounded much sweeter than he had imagined. Sweet was perhaps an understatement. Or it may have been an overstatement. OR it may have been an entirely wrong word used to describe her voice. Love blinds all, after all.

Her voice was just serene. It brought tingling feelings to his finger tips when he heard the first word off the phone ear piece. He felt his heart leap at the very same time, while his brain panicked for a moment, in finding the right words for replying to whatever content that voice just uttered.

But the conversation went on regardless. He was quick to adapt to situations, so he was able to quickly assess the surroundings at that time, and continue with the pace of the conversation gradually. It started off awkward and was filled with nervousness from both sides, but soon turned into a warm and somewhat witty conversation, and then ended with lingering feelings from both sides.

Although afar, although separated by miles of tar roads, concrete walls and other everyday particles, the boy felt as though she was right beside him, speaking to him about what they always talk about, joking about things that happened around them, that may not have been remotely as funny - if he was a bit more "sober", and getting to know more and more about each other.

But, there was one tiny problem.

Through these exchange of text messages and phone calls, the boy got to know more and more about the girl. He had thought that he knew quite a lot about the girl, through his good observation skills, but he soon found out that he DID know a lot of the girl, but there were just SO MUCH MORE that he did NOT know about her.

He wanted to know her more, even more, MUCH more than he already did at that time. He wanted to get closer, so much closer to the girl than anyone else had ever been - he wanted to be with her, for every day and night, every hour and minute, every second and moment of his life.

He wanted to be with her, always.

In essence, he just couldn’t get enough of her, and kept falling deeper and deeper in love with his primary school crush.

Soon, the boy became a bit more daring. More greedy, one could say. He wanted a date with the girl. Just a simple, casual date. No funny business, with just the two of them spending time together at some nice place - like the beach, and just the two of them talking nonsense like they always do – face to face this time, not through the phone.

It wasn’t too much to ask for, was it?

But for that to happen, time would be a crucial factor. The boy had to find the best possible time for this date to take place - the best time for both him AND most importantly, first and foremost, the girl.

Then he had to think of the best way to present the invitation to the girl - the best time to propose this idea to the girl, so that he could get his thoughts transmitted over in the best possible way.

And after that, in his mind, once the girl says yes and a venue/time is chosen, the rest would be a uber-complex multi-branching mass of possible outcomes, with strands of events spreading out in their own directions. His fantasies, once again, went off blooming and branching in uncountable directions.

The time was easily chosen. It would be one of the days after their soon approaching major examination – the time when they will have nothing to worry about and will be feasting on the sweetness of the long holidays awaiting them. Any day would do, as both were bound to be free at that point of time.

However, he had to be swift in inviting the girl, since both families had vacation plans for the year-end holidays (both completely unrelated to one another, obviously), and to top it off, the boy had to attend a compulsory 3 months military-training-wannabe camp organised by the government, by the start of the next year, which was approximately 3 weeks after the start of the holidays.

In.Other.Words:

He had 2 weeks of time (minus a week for the girl's + boy's vacation time) to ask the girl out on a date. It was all formulated in his mind. Weird, funny, but true. And did he get to ask the girl out?

He did.

In fact, it happened quite naturally. Even he was surprised at how easily he asked the girl out. The he, not long ago would have struggled internally for half an hour before being able to do so, but he did it almost nonchalantly, one of the days after the holidays started, during one of their god-forsaken long-arse phone calls.

And the girl, although hesitant/surprised/awkward at first, finally agreed and arranged a day for the date. It was then decided that they will go out to the beach and spend a day out together.

Normally, you would've thought that the boy would be jumping up and down in happiness. But the boy was not, upon hearing the news, presumably due to the fact that he somewhat expected this to go smoothly - since the girl obviously did not find the boy annoying or had any negative feelings for him, and would most probably say yes. Rather, he was quite hopefully positive that the girl had taken quite a liking to him. Gleeful LOL.

But the greater powers above did not seem to agree with the plan.

Approaching the date, it rained like f...it rained cats and dogs. The sky poured down skyjuice like crazy for days, as if it were trying to pollute the Earth with H₂O, as if it were crying its heart out after watching a sad ass movie, as if it were a highly libidinous women suffering from constant orga..

All I could say that it was raining catz and dogz, approaching the day of the date.

Naturally, the date could not take place. Heavy rain ruined the shit out of that beautifully laid out plan. The boy cursed the weather for baring its fangs at this point of time, at this very fuckin' crucial point of time, where time in itself, was running out for him.

It was saddening, but it was also reality. Throughout the 2 weeks of scarce time, the boy could not arrange another date. All he could do was to keep his frustrations in his heart through the weeks, as time passed in its usual weird manner, as the days of separations approached sickeningly.

And then it finally came.

The girl's family went on an overseas trip, which was scheduled to last for one week. The boy and the girl had stayed up all night before the day of the trip, and bade each other a sad goodbye, moments before the girl boarded the plane. They knew that the next time they got to contact each other would most probably be a long time from then.

But the boy was not one to give up that easily. He had planned beforehand, as soon as the date had failed, that he would do something to make this temporary farewell a memorable one. He had decided that he would do something for the girl, before he went off to the god-forsaken camp – something special. He knew that this was crucial point of time, that he had to DO something worth remembering, or it would again end up similarly as it did for their first separation, during their primary school graduation. And so -

He had planned to leave the girl something unique, to be discovered when she returned from her trip, when he had left for the camp and will be no longer reachable. He wanted to do something for the girl, so that the girl would be surprised when she reached home, and perhaps change this temporary farewell into something memorable, for him and for the girl.

And so, when the girl was away from the country, the boy carried out his final plans before venturing into a new year of uncertainty and unknown future. The boy did what he had meant to, followed through his plans, and heavy-heartedly, left for the camp on the first day of the new year. The weight on his heart was unbearable, as he took the bus away from his home town, to the designated camp area. All he could think of was the girl - how she would feel when she finds the surprise waiting for her, and when he could hear her voice again.

Four days later.

The girl had finally returned from her overseas trip. It was tiring, exhausting, but as a whole, fun-filled. When she entered her room, set down the luggage and collapsed onto the bed - ready to fall asleep, she was approached by her sister, with a package in her hand. It was for her, apparently.

On the package, she saw her name, written in what she recognised as the boy’s writing. Feeling slightly surprised and curious, she opened the wrapping, which shape and size strongly resembled a book.

And then, out fell a book.

Well that wasn't exactly the case. It was a red-coloured calendar-type diary, which bore the Starbugs logo on both the front and back covers of the book. On first sight, the book was heavily decorated with Christmas-themed colours and designs. On the inside, the book was a series of illustrated pages for each notable festive season in the country, and there were lines for recording the everyday events throughout the New Year. It was, according to her sister, a limited edition calendar-type diary offered by Starbugs on the end of the last year, redeemable by drinking coffee and collecting sufficient "coffee stamps" from the baristas.

Surprised by the package, she turned through the envelope, looking for indications of a note or message, although already knowing who the sender was. She found one, read it, only to find that another surprise awaited her –

On the note, the boy had left a short message of farewell and well-wishing for the girl. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but at the last line, there was a link. A URL. The boy only said for the girl to check the link out, without saying what it was for.

Naturally, the girl went for the computer in her room.

It turned out to be a song, written by the boy, inspired by AND dedicated solely to the girl, with lyrics of seeming melancholy, unwillingness of leaving, and of missing the girl most dearly.

It was recorded off a poor environment, but the girl was, by then, too indulged in the sudden chain of events that took place, to be complaining. This was, after all, the first time in her life that a guy had done something like this for her - sending her a personal farewell gift and writing a song for her.

It was a new experience, and it felt good.

The girl was undoubtedly touched at that time, and could not help but feel an intense sense of happiness surging up her chest, for the fact that someone – a guy, had done something like this for her, just for her. She wanted to contact the boy, but realised that the boy had left for the camp and was unreachable by then, and that added even more to what she was already feeling then. The fact that the boy was somewhere out there, further away from her than usual, and not reachable, was something that she did not think of, days before this all would take place.

He was the one person that she wanted to talk to right that instant, but couldn't. She could only listen through the verses and choruses of the song, reach the bridge, and then eventually the end of the song.

And then, she played the song again, while reading through the lyrics published on the screen, and still trying to register on what had just happened from the moment she returned till then.

And while the music played off the speakers in her room, while she was following along the pace of the song with the lyrics, occasionally humming along with the now familiar tune, little did she know that, the diary which was then lying on her bed, empty at that point of time, would soon be filled up with stories of her future daily life, of true heart-felt happiness, and also an equal amount of unforeseen heart-wrenching sorrow.

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wooooooooooooooooooooo.....that took me quite a while. feels weird tonight, feels like it was harder to continue writing and had a few pauses here and there, but regardless, i got to complete chapter 3 so...there u have it, for those who are following the story - Chapter 3 of SoBG(s). lol what an abbre eh?

and something in reply to a question asked by a reader..hehe. lol. : this story is NOT my story, as in, this story is written by me, completely thought up by me, but is NOT the story of my personal past love live blah blah lolol. well it is inspired by my personal live story and heavily based off it, but eventually you'll see that it's not a story telling my real life love story. u'll eventually see this if u continue reading this till the end hahaha. yeah it really sounds an awful lot like my story but...nah it aint my story so, hope u enjoyed + will enjoy this story that i made up!

and dang i should sleep now so fare-thee-well. chaozers.

The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - Chapter 2

2011-10-15T00:44:00.007+08:00

ok so i've been friggin busy these days with project dues after assi dues and all, and yeah now that i've pretty much settled quite abit of them, AND got the sudden feel of continuing, i think i'll do just that.

The continuation of the Story of a Boy and a Girl(s)

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The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) – Chapter 2

And so time passed by. About five years have passed since the horrible graduation party.

It had also been 5 years since the boy last had a conversation with the girl.

True, they went to different high schools, but they still remained in the same town, a relatively small one at that, and that meant that chances of them meeting each other wasn't nil. The boy had "bumped" into the girl several times over the stretch of 5 years, with each and every occasion fresh in the boy's memories.

Once he met her in front of the book store he often visited, being a somewhat nerd as he was.

Once he met her on the escalator, with her younger sister, in the mall he often hung out in.

Once he met her in his own school hall, during an inter-high-school function he couldn't recall.

There were several other such occasions, and each and every time, he would feel his heart leap at the sudden appearance of this special entity in his field of sight, feel his heart race at seeing how much she'd changed in appearance since he last saw her, and feel his heart stop when the girl turns around towards his direction -

And then he'd turn his gaze away from the girl, trying not to be noticed by the girl.

Sometimes it fell on his wrist-watch. Sometimes on the guard standing at the entrance of the mall. Sometimes at the passing cars outside the entrance. Or sometimes on the tree which grew outside the school hall.

Why, he never knew. Sub-consciousness? He never knew, and never felt like finding out either.

But when the girl turns to leave or continue on with her pace, he'd feel his heart drop, dropping at the sight of the leaving girl, falling as the sight of the leaving girl started to weigh in, telling him that the next time he met the girl won't come easy.

When would he get to see the girl again? When would he be lucky enough for such treats again? Questions as these would start to flood his anxious mind.

And so the essence of the five years period was that. Nothing special worth mentioning or enunciating on, but also not too mundanely eventless to not be a period to remember.

It was a normal stretch of five years worth of time, and it came and went just like that.

Now, the boy and the girl were in their final year of high school education, busy attending classes during school hours, while tuitions took place after classes. It was a busy time for the students of their age, since a major future-determining examination would take place soon, for each and every one of them.

And then one day, the girl transferred to the same tuition session as the boy. He'd always known that the girl attended the same tuition centre as he did, but only at a different timeslot, rendering them impossible to meet.

And boy was he pleasantly surprised at the sight of his _______ standing in front of him, on one fine tuition session that he attended.

Well it ain't nothing worth celebrating, but now the tuition session would seem to have made his "time" feel something like a....Thursday. Thursdays, you know, are days that one can perhaps slack off a bit, knowing that Friday was coming, while not completely, since it wasn't the end of the weekdays yet.

So, Thursday it was. Now, for the boy, he felt like his primary school life was resurrected. Almost.

He could feel the same joyous feeling whenever he attended the tuition session, having the chance to see the girl, although from a far distance, for that hour or two. Sometimes, he would even come earlier so that he might be able to catch sight of the girl early into the tuition.

The boy was probably still at his infancy in terms of boy-girl relationships, romance or what-nots, at that point of time. Innocent, perhaps, pure, maybe, and perhaps even naive, at times. Getting all happy over some petty nonsense such as getting to greet the girl casually during an early meeting before the tuition session started. Getting all racy-hearted whenever he spotted the car of his cherished dream girl arrive in front of the tuition centre.

And so, the days of "tuition happiness" went on, and in its weird pace too, until the month of August came. August marked quite an important year for the boy's country, as she received independence on the end of the month itself. It was a course for celebration, for memorial purposes, a day to show your love to the country which bore you.

But what's more important is the month which came after that - the girl's birthday fell on the coming month.

He'd remembered once, during their primary school life, that he and the girl had once played some childish game - something about birthdays and fortunes, and that was when he first learned of the girl's date of birth. It amazed even him on how well he remembered that tiny fact, to this very day, that the girl's birthday was on the ___ of September. It was approaching, and fast. And of course, by now, you should have figured out that time passes seemingly fast for the boy when his heart races for the girl.

What should he do? What CAN he do? What will he be able to do? For the girl, on her birthday?

Fantasies filled in mind. Day and night he thought of outcomes, possible pictures of what might happen on the faithful day. Impossibly beatified outcomes which may occur given the precise chain of actions taken, and of course the exact chain of results following as well. He felt hopeful. But it was hopeless.

He'd see himself reaching the tuition centre earlier, when no-one was there yet, and the girl would arrive soon, also conveniently earlier, and he'd start a casual conversation with her - NOT something about the weather - but something much more casual. Much cooler. And then they'd talk about pointless things, and the boy would somehow initiate an invitational request, of asking the girl to this chain coffee shop he often patronised with his best friend - Starbugs. And after that, he'd surprise her with a pre-ordered birthday cake, and blah-blah-blah.

With "blah-blah-blah", it really meant "blah-blah-blah", as his chain of fantasies went flying at that point.

And those were his fantasies. Everything casual, everything smooth. So simple and sweet.

What naivety...What. Simple. Naivety.

Well predictably, things didn't go as "fantasised". For starters, the girl did not arrive early, as did the boy. Instead, she arrived 15 minutes into the class, due to extended school club activities, it would seem, for the girl arrived in a hurried manner, while still in her school uniform.

Destroyed. The boy's fantasies were destroyed by a mere school uniform. Laughable.

And so the tuition session ended. All through the class, the boy had tried to find a way, perhaps an opening, for wishing the girl a simple "happy birthday". But he'd fail miserably, owing the fact that a tuition session wasn't a blind date session, or whatever, not that he knew of what a blind date was then. They'd either be busy copying notes, or busy doing exercises given by the tutor.

However, his last chance came - the moment the class ended.

They were exiting the class through the only exit, and that was when the boy miraculously ended up behind the girl, in the single row descending the stairs, while still deeply in thought of what to do.

It was the perfect chance. It was a god-given once-in-a-lifetime chance, that the boy had been waiting for. It was...

Bullshit.

“Don't think stupid. Imagine two not-that-close friends walking down the stairs together, having not talked properly to each other for years, and the one behind suddenly tells the one in the front, "hey yo, happy birthday." - CATASTROPHIC!”

...Was what the boy thought at that moment. It cycled in his head for a few times, all during the split few seconds when they walked down the stairs, and the boy remembered loosing himself gazing at the girl's pony tail, waving in front of his sight.

Pathetic. Once again, the boy had proven himself unworthy as someone who ______ the girl. What was supposed to fill the blank in the previous sentence? He did not know. At least, at that point of time.

And the night came. The night of her birthday. A few more hours, and it would be over. It's not like the world was ending. It's not like he lost his chance to wish her a happy birthday. It's not like anything changed.

But the boy still felt like shit - he wanted to wish her, badly.

He wanted to let her know that, he still remembers her birthday, that he still wishes that the girl would have a pleasant birthday. He wanted to make contact with the girl. But he couldn't muster the courage. Outside he may seem confident and cocky from time to time, but inside, he's nothing more than a series of unstably built UNO Stackos, which will shatter to pieces at the slightest touch.

But his desires for the girl outweighed his cowardice this time. He wanted to wish the girl so badly, wanted to make contact with the girl so badly, wanted to let the girl know that he was still here, so badly, that...he finally made his move.

A text, via the handphone, of "Happy Birthday, my dear _________". LIKE HELL, SCRATCH THE "my dear" LOL.

It was a simple and typical message, casually wishing her a happy birthday, stating that it was him, ________ at the end of the line, that it may seem weird, but still, happy birthday, typical. Period.

Such a short message. Such simple content. Such normal words used - and yet, such emotions instilled. Such passion. Such desire. And most of all, such effort.

Well as soon as he pressed the send button, he forgot about how he reached this point. Forgot about how he mustered all this courage - to first ask the girl's close friend for her number (by sms). To then wait patiently for the girl's besty to reply with her number. To then type out the short-ass birthday message to the girl, using a long-ass time to type and erase, only to stop for 10 hours (kidding) at the point of clicking the "send" button. And finally, to then wait with his heart almost bursting from its rapid beating after actually sending the message.

It was breath-taking. In a different sense, but, breath-taking, for the boy.

The message was replied after some time, and perhaps, though not obviously, the message may have been the start of something new –

Something short, and long at the same time.

Something fast, but slow at the same time.

Something so fuckin' exciting/heart-throbbing/nerve-wracking, but so serene/calm/natural at the same time.

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AND THAT MAKES THE FRIGGIN' SECOND CHAPTER WHOOAAAAWHEEEE lol.

yeah it was quite long-ass, again, i guess, but it might not have been, might have FELT long-ass, like the last one did, but i have quite a feeling that this chapter is definitely much longer than the last one. might be coz of a different arc? or different feel now? lol who knows not me.

well yeah ok that was chapter 2, still got chapter 3 and onwards fresh in ma brains~~yep it's all in my brain, dont have the time/effort/need to pen them down, coz i aint no pro in this anyway, just writing it for the fun of it, feel.

alrite then i'll go feast myself on my daily/weekly dosage of anime, chaozers to u faithful reader out there harharhar buh-byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) - Chapter 1

2011-10-02T13:41:00.012+08:00

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The Story of a Boy and a Girl(s) – Chapter 1

This is the story of a boy and a girl. Screw the bracket and the "s" in it, it makes no sense whatsoever, at least at this point (of time) of the supposed story. A boy and a girl, what else but a love story?

The story starts with the boy.

There was this one boy who fell deeply in love with a certain girl, one whom the boy knew couldn't be replaced by any other means or girl, one which he fell head over heels for, one which he would do anything for, one which...he eventually knew couldn't be his, no matter how many lifetimes he was given.

They met when they were still young and innocent, both unknowing of the vast world that they reside in, only conscious of the very limited small space around them, the small town they live in, the small scope of life which touched them. They were in their primary educational stage, where one learns first-hands on creating bonds, establishing connections and what-nots with others, mostly strangers of the same age. The boy found that he instinctively, just FELT like wanting to be with the girl, having fun with her, doing things that friends do, talking, playing, teasing each other, sitting next to each other, and nothing more. This is what "innocence" is defined as.

The boy was always happy whenever he was with the girl. Sitting next to her in class felt like the only good thing about school, and he looked forward to school every day, despite strict school policies implemented, where most students were made to dread the daylight of the weekdays and the sound of the same old alarm clock ringing at the crack of dawn. Whenever he walked to his seat in his class, he felt happy and hopeful for the day to start, for the girl to arrive so they can start talking about pointless things that happened in the short time where they were apart and continue where they left off from the day before.

But as always, Fridays are always gone like a flash, while Mondays just seem to stretch out to an unimaginable eternity. The good happy days were gone in an instant, unnoticed by the boy who indulged his senses in the happiness which was there all along. Time passed and both grew with time. Soon, the days of them being together became weeks, months, and then years.

And soon enough, the day of their first graduation in life came to date. It was time to say goodbye to their primary educational life and move on to the secondary school life, or what some people in other regions of the world would call the "high school life".

The school policies had it all planned out for kids graduating into the high school stage. They'd round the students up and sort them out by their respective residential addresses, and recommend a high school at which they would enter, based on the distance from home to the school in question. This way, the parents of these blissful brats can worry less about transportation, although not completely, but the burden is proven to be lessened.

The boy was recommended a school where his mum once taught in, which did not came as a surprise to him, seeing as how the school was only a stone's throw from his residence.

The girl, however, was recommended into an all-girls school near her place.

It seemed to the boy that the happy days would finally come to an end. The boy could not think of any ways where they could end up in the same school, doing the same things that they did together for more than 5 years. The girl was, from the point of view of the boy, blissfully unaware of this growing sorrow in the boy's heart. It was also hidden from her that the boy had had a vague idea thought out, of going for the same school the girl was recommended, regardless of his own recommended school, were they different. It was basically as expected of the boy that this would happen, only that he did not add in the "existence of all-girls schools" factor into the vague idea.

There was nothing he could do.

And so, the day of separation finally arrived.

Rather than having a full blast before finally having to bid goodbye, the boy instead spent the remaining short time sulking, not making much contact with the girl, and only silently suffering in the shadows, watching as the girl went further and further from him.

The girl, on the other hand, seemed to be living her remaining primary school life ordinarily, as if it were an everyday thing and it was only natural that one would reach this stage eventually, and it only so happened that her turn was here.

Time, it was time that the boy was fighting against. If he could only somehow, have a wish granted, he'd ask for his primary school life to extend to the way which Mondays would, seemingly endless, feeling like an eternity. Or he could ask for a change in schools for the girl. Anything goes, but in harsh reality, it was time.

Time was not enough for the boy.

As a tradition in school, the graduating kids would attend a graduation party organised by the school. The graduation party would signify the last day that the students would be together in their will-be-former school, and symbolise a forward step taken by the graduating students.

But from the point of view of the boy, it would mean the last day that he would be able to be with the girl as fellow primary school friends, and god knows when they would actually meet again.

It was the instinct of a child that told the boy that, somehow, after that day, he would most probably not get to meet the girl in such close proximity again. Not forever, certainly not, but most probably, for a long time.

But during the party, while friends around him were talking to each other joyfully, bidding farewell to each other, taking photos of remembrance with dear friends who shared the same classroom for 6 years, the boy was drowning in his own sorrows, going through the time that he so dreaded, thoughts filled with what he should say to the girl in their final moment together, or so it seemed to him. Everything around him seemed to him as a blur, and he could hardly keep up with the on-going party.

The day ended with the boy going home in his father's car, holding a few graduation-related items in his hands, some from the school and others from friends.

All through the journey back home, the boy gazed out of the window motionlessly, as his thoughts drifted carelessly and lingered on the girl. He felt dreadful of what had happened, for how things had turned out, and how things eventually ended. Complicated thoughts for one at such a young age, one may feel, but the thoughts overflowed his mind naturally.

He cursed the fact that they were recommended into different schools.

He cursed time for being the catalyst of all these happenings.

He cursed himself for being such a pathetic coward.

He cursed himself bitterly for not talking to the girl throughout the whole graduation party.

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Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddddd folks...!!! there u have it, a completely random post on this story i came up with all of a friggin sudden. it's seriously friggin random, and i just only woke up, had a dream of a REALLY eerie scary gun fight (blood involved) which took place in my old house (pretty crazy huh?) and it was SO vague that i could even remember the face of the last opponent i faced after he shot a bullet outta his friggin desert eagle which only SO barely missed my temple. hell yeah it was one hell of a scary dream (well that's what i'll categorise for this dream since it REALLY did scare the shit outta me when i snapped awake) but...i dunno how i ended up coming up with this story. oh hell yeah it has a friggin plot! oh hell yeah it sounds reeeeally close like my OWN past but it has a friggin thought out plot!!! yes it does!!

LOL.

well anyway i suddenly got this fire again, guess it's the 5 minutes nuclear-bomb-hotness that i got in me, and its friggin chain reaction is on the loose again. it's SO hot now in fact that i feel like continuing this story RIGHT ON THIS SPOT WOOOT.

but this post has been a reeeeeeeeal long one, i dunno if it's the longest (given the previous housemate-rant-post), but it definitely is among the longest. i guess.

well yeah i need to go eat some stuff, so i'm off to...dig for food? i told u i was hungry. or did i?

well wateva i'll be updating on the continuation if...hmm...if this chain reaction aint over or watsoever? SEE HOW LAH BUH-BYEEEEEEEEEEEE

Hoooooooooooooooooliday!!!!!!

2011-09-24T15:18:00.002+08:00

Wooooooooooooooo aaaand here it is, the long awaited hols. Long awaited. Given the qmount of assi dues each week. Constantly >= 2 dues PER week.

Well anyway, hols. Started off quite good i guess. Went back to the halls to chill out with a few old friends, catchup, had a few drinks, had a few sticks IN A LONG TIME, talked shit and ranted shit like there wuz no tmr lol. Well it's a pain to admit but...i got quite dizzy on a few bottle of beer + fake vodka. Seems my alcho tolerence went to negative after NOT drinking like this in about 3 months. Same goes for them cigs, got a slight sore throat after a few sticks, ugh...shucks.

Well it's sat now, day 2 of the supposed hols, am takin this time to rest and juz laze in ma bed wth the ipad doing some minor bloggin as u already know, man this is life. Maybe i'll go chillin off in the city, that outdoor cafe again, when i feel like it. But i aint got much time to be honest. Cant relax till the last day of hols (this break lasts a week ONLY) and we've got a test + several major dues RITE after the hols. So it aint a real break to be honest. Sux but...yeah it's ok i guess. Hmm...maybe i'll record another song during the hols when ma houseys aint in, or not. We'll see.

But man do i like the weather today. Not too cold, not too warm, with breezy wind, not too strong, enough to keep the direct sunlight from heating u up too rapidly. Ha! i just love the weather here. If thr's one thing i absolutely love about aus, it'll be the weather. Fuck i hate ipad i'm not yet that good at touchpad typing, cant do 99% rite like on a keyboard if i just type at normal paee w/o looking at the virtual keyoard..but, yeah.

Well i guess that's all, just had a feel of typing it out on ma blog, and i did, look forward to my new song, if i do end up recording it, that is. Ok i'm out, chao~

Byousoku go senchi

2011-09-01T11:34:00.007+08:00

holy momma this ani is superb, i tell u. good enough to make me blog it and talk about it days after i watched it. the story is so sad, with parts similar with mine and stuff, so i guess that's why i could relate to it so well. man, cant put it in words. and the soundtracks, just...amazingly well-suited for this ani, "one more time, one more chance" by "something-yamasaki" i think not so sure lol. this song is sorta wat u can call the theme song for the ani, and it just...everything about it is...well sad, yes but the tune and all, just touches ur (or my maybe?) heart when i listen to it. and maybe it's coz i understood wat he was singing about when the music played, PLUS the moving images and stuff and flashback in the anime, that made this WHOLE anime+song so awesome for me. rated it masterpiece, wont go any lower at any time, masterpiece.

this shit really made me think back ONCE AGAIN on my life up till now, looking back on things that happened in my past, and a possible future or something like that. well all i can say is that i can relate to the anime's story coz it's almost similar to mine i guess and i sorta, "feel" it lol. and the song sings my heart's desire out lol. dont think this feeling will vanish any time soon, and worst of all, i just had to watch it a few days before this date lol. irony.

but anyway, my feelings aside, this is good shit, the anime "5 centimeters per second (byousoku go senchi)", really highly-recommended and worth watching. 1st time for me to actually do an ani-reco here and add in some awesome s/s of the show! feast on these awesome images below!

and that's it for now hope u'll enjoy it as much as i did if u choose to watch it haha!

NEW PLATFORM FOR MUSIC ARCHIEVE.

2011-07-14T10:54:00.003+08:00

ok so i found a better way to share my songs online which is thru Facebook, where i created a page just to "host" songs so that u listeners can directly play them off that Facebook page. the page name is Kopidog and u can just search it off facebook or use the link below:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kopidog/212350575456475?sk=app_2405167945

and some simple heads up for listeners: just navigate urself to "Band Profile" on the left side panel and u can start listening to my songs CHEERS AND HOPE YE LIKE THEM SONGS HAHAHAHAHAHA

kopidog out.

new song new song announcement announcement

2011-06-29T03:05:00.000+08:00

ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-newww song uploaded to http://kopidog2.blogspot.com/ GGGGOOOO LLLIIISSSTTEENNNNN woot. ugh hungry. go listen. like please. ugh hungry, burped empty air out.

stupid, wat's goin' on? ok chaozers peeps laterz~

My jin gak housemate 的自述 :)

2011-06-12T01:48:00.004+08:00

**in case any of u readers don't noe wat "jin gak" means, it simply means "lowly/scum-like/despicable/unrefined" (or i think so.)**

guess this post is gonna be a "point-ful" one. once in a while, gotta rant out yer frustrations i guess lol.

ok so it started like this...

for the past few months, to be exact, starting from the day we moved in, there was a very problematic scum among the 4 residents of 1/6 ES. this scum is a really sociable guy on the surface, a great course-mate to befriend and stuff like that.

and then 1 week of living with him made the rest of us (the remaining 3 resis) see the hell in him.

first of this guy is fuckin' unhygienic. see we're fuckin' uni engineering guys and we usually don't give a FUCK on small tiny specifics like cleanliness and shit like that. but only 1 week of livin' with him showed us how clean we were.

-food scraps washed down the toilet bowl (i heard from my best friend that his ex-china housemate used to do this shit all the time. i thought it was unthinkable and that housemate might have been a special case. i thought wrong. we have one perfect example here in 1/6 ES)

-leaving dirty dishes all over the sink (fuckin' common shit, i do it from time to time too. problem here is, he takes it to the extreme: half a glass of milk left on the table for days till it emitted sour-ish smell, stained woks dumped in the sink till thr's no space for washing to the point of causing the wok to rust, leaving meat in the old fridge and left it there for weeks (unpowered, since we changed a new one) till it stank like MPK and dripped love-juice like the MPK truck, and denying he did, saying "oh sorry 我忘了把蜜瓜拿出來" when he actually had meat, FUCKIN' meat in there. and etc.∞ )

-dirty oven/stove, splats of oil and stuff around the table and wall. (well this is not a problem since cooking will eventually dirty the place, but the problem is that he was supposed to clean the place (his delegated job) before an important house inspection by the owners' agent and he didn't. we were warned that a fine of AUD500 will be incurred if the place remains the same, and that we had to vacate property if unheeded.)

-other not-that-huge-happenings including brining a dog over (pets are prohibited) and letting it shit around, having us to handle the agents when she came over (another long story), cooking strong-smelled food without turning on the ventilator (making the WHOLE house smell like his shitty cooking) and etc.

well all these are still acceptable, and there was once that i couldn't stand it anymore and had a talk with him lecturing him, a 24 (or was it 25) year old guy about living with others and accommodating each other. well he took that lecture quite decently and i was quite happy with the fact that he was willing to listen and stuff, even apologising to us about his what-nots. case closed. happy end.

FUCK THAT.

not long after that "hey, guys, guys, sorry 啊, 我马上 blah blah blah" incident, we (the remaining 3 victims) started getting weird smells from the cooking area. doggy-style is good. so someone "sniffed" the source out and turns out it wasn't the rubbish bin. it was the cupboards. open it up and wake up to a pleasant surprise. dirty dishes, unwashed, with chicken bones and food scraps and leftovers, PILED up inside, suspected to be left there for at least a week. cmon ppl, the smell is stronger than the rubbish bin, which in itself is a mess, so wat do u think? smart rite? as expected from an engineer (i'm soiling the name of engineers here. oh wait, i mean him), smart ass, we tell him "don't leave dirty dishes all over the place for weeks, u gotta think of how the other resis will put up with it" and he gives us "hey guys, guys, i put the dish in the cupboard 啊, good!"

and the award of middle-finger goes to............XeiJin Gak!!!

yeah that was ok. i'm really fuckin' pissed now so i don't give a fuck if this post goes on a on with rants.

the dirty part is done. next: bandwidth.

he uses LAN. we use WLAN. i thought it was ok, won't affect our speeds if he dled. but he didnt just dl. he FUCKIN' VACUUM-DLED. (in case y'all dont noe, dl = download)

all day long u'll see his light flashing mad. on-peak hours dl. off-pead hours dl. bandwidth limit left 5% and 5 more days left still dl. bandwidth limit reached, capped at 256kbps still dl. new month dl even more. off-peak dl like fuck. dl dl dl dl dl dl dl dl dl dl dl.

then delete all the files and dl again. (lol this is just a joke that i cracked about him most of the time. but at this point i wont be surprised if that WAS really the case.)

ok so our first 3 months of internet usage was all over the limit. and wat's the limit, sir iinet? it's 400GB per month. four hundred fuckin' gigabytes per month. that's FOUR HUNDRED. it means 100GB per person, and i metered my own dl and it was less than 100, the other 2 don't download alot so i'm guessing that fucktard used 250+GB bandwidth all on his own in one fuckin' month. does he dl HD porn 1080p movie style with fuck scenes for 1 hour or so? high quality japan AV shit 9999p yua aida maria ozawa uh...who else...i forgot.. he's got a girlfriend so why does he need porn? (ok that statement's fucked.)

and that's not for a month. it happened for 3 months. until now.

"and tonight will be the night that i will fall for u, over again...~~~"

yep. tonight. the faithful night that made me finally decide to pour all these shit into my blogpost. i often rant these shits to my other friends who dont know this side of him, well u can call that "talking bad behind one's back", but i think it's acceptable coz i don't noe where else to dump it lol. too much garbage is hazardous! the other 2 seem to feel the same most of the time when i rant. call it mates in suffering, we understand each other, we FEEL each other. ok that sounded g@y. (sorry to gays out thr) anyway. talking shit about him behind his back was standard. but this time is different.

our bandwidth this month is reaching it's limit again. we have 15 days left before the reset, and we have (mostly him) used up ~168GB of on-peak bandwidth (on-peak 200gb, off-peak 200gb). this means that we gotta survive on 32gb for the rest of the 15 days. or we get capped at fuckin 256kbps where u gotta go down and do ur laundry and come up before u can access facebook. (ok that was exaggerated).

well 32gb for 15 days doesn't sound bad. after all that's only for on-peak, we have off-peak to count on (~100gb remaining). but regardless i told the other resis (including mr. XeiJin Gak) about this and to take more note on the personal usage. but then, the next day, the meter was like 5gb down. then day 3, we saw a usage of ~173gb. days left: 13. i knew we were gonna suffer if this goes on, and i KNEW fuckface was the culprit, so i knocked on his door and asked him not to dl on-peak again. and fuckface was like "ok 好，好，没问题，我等off-peak下载，我们大家都不么on-peak下载了。"

and then it went to 176gb by the end of that day.

fortunate for us, we found out later that he was dling some fucked up fag game with size of 7GB on some shitass chinese p2p program, accompanied by many fuckin' p2p programs running in the background. pps, tudou, ppa, and some penguin thing, xunlei, fuckin' chinese p2p progs all over the background. totally fucked, rite.

and so. time to enforce the rules. i set the router to block all p2p traffic on the network during on-peak hours. that being said, i only put the block on his ip since he was the only one who used p2p other than me. and i got myself monitored even when i was mapling. 100mb+ per day. end of story.

so he noticed that he couldnt dl p2p or watever, i'm not sure, but he noticed, and he asked me if i done something. so i said i blocked p2p for on-peak, coz of the bandwidth issue, he was like, "ok". i told him to wait till off-peak to dl p2p and all.

and then off-peak came.

the moment 1am struck, maple froze up lag and i cant load facebook properly. speedtest.net returned a ping of 150ms+ and sometimes 300ms, and youtube was out of the question. i knew he started his vacuum suction. but that's ok since it's off-peak, i give, i give.

so i thought i should sleep early since i cant play anymore with this shitty line quality, then i put my torrent up and limitted it at 200kb/s and scheduled 1am-9am only, and went to sleep.

later when half-asleep i thought i heard door knock sounds (or was it the creaking of the floor board)? well didnt matter to me coz it was really soft and only twice. weird, eh?

then later on i felt hungry. then i woke and looked for my "night bentou". then i saw my comp.

WiFi not detecting shit. can't find my SSID thr (kimochi). someone apparently turned off the modem. or not, someone apparently TURNED OFF THE WiFi.

only he used LAN cables. other 3 of us upstairs used WiFi. cant be him trying to hog all the line for himself rite? even when he's ALREADY hogging most of the bandwidth to himself 24/7? high ping, slow dl, slow surfing, stuck youtube buffering, constant dc on BoredAussie (dota) and 10 secs delay on picking up mesos on maple was all due to him in the past.

AND NOW HE WANTS TO FUCKIN' HOG THE WHOLE DAMNED LINE FOR HIMSELF EH?

that's over, i don't wanna jump to fast conclusions. so i turned off my comp and went down to heat up my N-bentou. passed by the modem and saw that wifi is indeed off. LAN number 1 was flashing like mad as usual. seems like i wasnt so wrong after all. fuckin' selfish older brat.

i didnt really wanna pursue on the matter, coz i didnt wanna deal with this ugly side of him, i could just settle with one night of rest for my comp, just let him be for tonight, take it easy and stuff.

but then he came out from his room (heard the beeping of the microwave i expect, and my footsteps and all), and wat did he do?

makes a fuckin' disgusting innocent face+voice "ei je wei, 那一个...internet是不是down了？没得上网呢。" and picks the modem up, pretending to be checking on it, while i know, i KNOW he's pressing the wifi button to turn it back on.

puts down the modem, talk some shit, walks back to room quickly, closes the door, and now the wifi light is on. fail. seriously, PHAIL.

and now u find me posting this online which requires the use of internet. and that, is the story of my sin gak housemate.

i feel great after ranting it all out. whomever reads this yer entitled to yer own thoughts and opinions about moral and stuff about talking bad/gossip/behind back/bad mouthing and all, but i couldn't give a fuck. or at least rite now. lol pardon my impudence/bad language coz i'm not in a good mood to begin with. and to Mr. XeiJin Gak, if this happens to reach ur ears, i won't like to deal with the situation but, These Are What I Think Of You. and i'm sure what many others think of you too. i've already talked to u many times, so dont say that i didnt talk to u and directly went to badmouth u. in fact i dont think it's bad-mouthing, it's more like, ranting. do this all the time, and i couldn't care less if ya did the same for me. i have a bunch of good ppl as my friends around me, we talk shit about others sometimes, what comes around goes around, but i aint never talked shit about any other ppl the way i do for u. coz i dont get this level of shit from any other ppl.

i see good and bad in others, i see good and bad in myself, i talk bout the good of others, and i talk bout the bad of others too. it's all chill. i never think that i'm perfect, and i never thought that others are perfect, and i NEVER sought perfection from others, much less you, but wat u are in this house is lower than the dirt u produce on the stove. yer good to be friends with, but if u left the house, i think 3 engineering students in monash would be delighted LOL. well ok that was harsh, we needn't bring it thr, i'm pissed at u but i guess that's life. yeah i hope u get wat u deserve in the future, crude, but yeah that's wat i feel, but bottomline: watever u do is nothing of my business. but it's MY business if wat u do fucks up my life for 1 semester. i dunno wat to do to fix this, but as far as this blog post, it's just a rant of frustration. no suggestions needed, i'm not asking for advice, just ranting to those who wanna hear (obviously u do since u've read so far) and releasing the garbage piled up inside lol. it's ok if u suggest stuff but yeah, i hope something like the "starbucks" incident wont happen again, coz i really am just telling my tale and rants, not pleading for help from a counsellor.

guess that's all, i'm fuckin off.

kopidog out!

p/s: really long post, coz there was really alot of shit coming from him and all, and i hope i dont hurt feelings of ppl not involved with this whole affair lol. oh but if i hurt mr. xeijingak's feelings, i couldn't be bothered lol. chao!

Rainy days make me feel........................................................

2011-05-08T12:30:00.002+08:00

Rainy days. Make me feel..............................

Like shit?

Lol heck no. I love rainy days, but sometimes they make me feel kinda weird lol.

It's like, pouring outside, (well not like rain in melb can compare to that of msia) when i woke. And it wuz dead cold outside, best weather for ppl to stay in their warm cozy rooms, but i had the urge to go out and chill for a bit. Juz had the sudden urge.

And here i am at the same uh...is this a cafe? Sipping hot earl grey and doin my shit LOL.

Listening to muzik off my beats (tm) and watching them ppl passing by, mindin their own business(es). Well yeah one of them are not movin, he's sleepin on the sidewalk on the cold concrete flo. Wonder wat it feels like, lying thr unconscious of the surroundings, or maybe he IS conscious, feelin the coldness every second.

Not like he's wearin any thick protection gears or anything either, or isit a she?

まあーいいか。

None of ma friggin business lol.

Oh wait he woke up. Oh and it's a she after all. Looks A TAD BIT like natalie. Portman that is, natalie portman luh LOL.

Maybe it really i nat tryin to get away from here celeb status and harsh reality wwwwwwww

She's gone, must hv got business elsewhr to deal with.

Hang on wutz with this post? It's almost as if i'm stalkin some nat look-alike/wanna be.

Well watever back to the more pressing matter ----> i think i'm pregnant.

LOL WAT THE FUG WUZ THAT LOL

ok that wuz unheard of. The second man on earth to conceive. Must hv been the brief silence between the change of songs that screwed my mind up.

Man but this is screwed man. I really feel like recordin that song i wrote on another rainy day, filled with emotionzzz~~~ haha, as if.

But then again my guitar strings are not here yet while the previous set is short of the 3rd one due to some happenings. Talk about helplessness doh. But i guess things like these happen once every now and then.

Wat am i doin i wonder? Wat a pointless post, shud i juz close this without savin? But then again i guess all my posts up till now are pointless random posts made up when i got the sudden feel lol.

But i guess i'll be posting it soon either way since u're able to read it.

Draggin on. Even my tea had turned cold from a super hot initial pot. This proves the power of melb chillness!

Bah guess i'll go get one more soon. How bout now? I will, hang on. 4 dollars..got it.

Back with a pot of hot water with a bag in it. Back to my musik too. Lol reminds me, thr wuz this music friend of mine who one quoted in fb that "no music no life". So fuggin true. Were thr no music, i dunno wat ma life would become 0.o

Been doin crazy shits in the past few weeks, and it's gettin crazier these days. Feels to me like life would be meaningless without these crazy shits happening. Should i stop and go back to normal life tm? Not like that's possible. Or even worth it.

Ahhhhh man watever screw reality, i'm here to chill off quit with those rationaleeee thoughts.

Ok i feel like stopping, this post is going on and on like thr's not next century anyway. So that's all for now, chill outting.

Kopidog out.

new song recorded and uploaded to kopidog2!

2011-04-29T21:40:00.002+08:00

it's as the title says, new song recorded and uploaded to....go listen if interested.

here's the link for ur ease of access:

http://kopidog2.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-song-after-so-damned-long-lol.html

that's all chao.

oh wait i noticed my vocal skills deteriorate dy.

that's all chao.

GeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeLONG

2011-04-28T13:05:00.002+08:00

In geelong rite now, under da sun, but with a black friggin hoody on. COZ IT'S FRIGGIN' COLD OUT WITH DA WIND AND ALL.

but i see some idiots surfin down thr. And my friend is one of them LOL gg ==

And we even came across some bikini babes on the way here. Seriouly these skinny creatures must hv some backup fat hidden sumwhr under those skin.

Cant upload pics rite now coz dunno why i cant seem to bt ma pics to the ipad. Phail.

The sea and the wind and this kinda soothing feelin got me thinkin bck again doh. Wish i had ma guitar with me now, might be able to come up with a new song lol.

Shit it's these kinda times/atmosphere/music that makes u feel relaxed chilled smooth but sour with a pinch of regret at the same time.

Dunno y i suddenly felt like blogging but hmm...yeah, it's gotta be the feel, THE FEEL.

K man since i'm here might as well chill myself silly before returning to harsh reality.

Blue sky without a single cloud and seagulls flyin by and chilly wind blowing and clear blue sea with distinctive horizon FOR THE WIN.

kopidog out.

UPDATE

2011-04-27T15:26:00.002+08:00

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Something made me feel like updating my blog. Soon.

But lazy.

And btw i'm sugaman.

2 earl greys 2 hot water-in-teapot and 4 batangs.

AUSSIE CHILLOUT FTWーーーーーーーーーーヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ

Life_Rock$™

2010-07-05T21:43:00.007+08:00

Life rocks. the title says it all. been bloody busy 'till like a week or so ago. first came the project-due bombs (3 proj + 1 lab + 2 tests in a week, mind.) and then exams followed on. i rmb the excruciating times i spent in ma room studying like a fool for like...1 month? and seeing ma friends finish exams way friggin' earlier than me == (like 1 week+ b4 mine ended? gg feel.)

nyway it's all over and i'll not worry 'bout failing or not 1st (maths was officially the HARDEST for the pass few years, everyone agrees without further questioning, and i cant say for SURE that i'm entirely confident for the other 3, tho they're definitely not as hard as maths.)

but yeah let's not dwell on them boring stuff 1st. relax. it's all over for now so chill for now. lol.

yeah it's been pretty fun for the last few days, and the fun will only continue to bloow lol. went out shopping (for the 1st time in aus, like, REAL shopping) and it seriously felt like msia since i've saved up quite some money over the life-less and out-less proj+exams months and could spend abit more freely than the earlier times i'm in aus. i rmb when i wuz leavin' the mall entrance with ma friends and i wuz like.."oh shit the doors open and i'll be greeted by HOT AIR from the outside, (it was 4pm+ that time)) MAN IT FELT LIKE I WUZ SHOPPING BACK IN PYRAMID OR SUMTHIN' LOL.

yeah that was fun. after that just chilled with them remainders in aus, not many coz most had gone back to msia and all. i tot of returning too during the proj weeks but plane tickets were too unfavourable fo' me and the hols were just too friggin' short so...mah, yi.

^Limbei. self-proclaimed. self-denied as well.^

^And Adrian too. we helped him shift stuffz to his new room b4 he returned to msia.^

nyway yeah so that wuz us just chillin' and wasting ourselves off. man i half-heartedly wish thr were more ppl to waste with tho lol. but that time will come too. oh yeah i forgot to mention the journey to ma 1st ever decent recording session hehe. dunno if i mentioned this b4 but i found a drummer by the name of Jeremy who's interested in my songs and is currently my recording partner (i guess?) we're now working on "Anew" and altho quality aint perfect studio-standard yet it's definitely bloody better than my previous crapz and i hope we can complete at least 1 song. his drumming is awesome tho, that's wat i tot when i 1st saw him drum-in to anew.

yeah well the journey was quite a long one. bus from wats-the-station-name-again to monash bus loop then change bus to boxhill then change again to erm...westfield shoppingtown? think that's the name anyway got off at tgif and then got pickup to his place. i had ma guitar behind my back all the time and it was quite fun lol never had this experience b4, felt like i was some performers heading to the bar/cafe to perform or something LOL..

^Yeah i carried this thing all the way thr haha.^

well yeah the 1st session was satisfactory, i look forward to the next one. i'm sure we'll be able to produce a good final copy soon, hopefully 0.o well it'll work out anyway i'm sure, so i'll just follow the flow and savour every single moment of this life i've got. it's like now or never, u dont get the same sorta enjoyment when ya work, tho of course it's got it's own form of enjoyment value. just like when we were in high sch and we've got our fun times together, but that's a different form of enjoyment, less freedom, but at the same time less payment and stress b4 the big release lol.

i guess i'll stop for now, it's going on forever, i dunno how much i've wrote so far. oh yeah i had this totally delicious meal today made in my room, the best i've made so far (in terms of taste alone, used a new time technique for this lol) might look the bloody same as wat i made long ago in proj+exam days but yeah it was tasty (at fattening too) so i went for a jog later on (11pm?) just came back in fact, felt great with all the smoke coming outta my mouth CLEARLY, everytime i breathed out. i rmb fog comin' outta my NOSTRILS when i finished and was walking back LOL. winter rocks. i guess. alrite then that's all for now, this time it's really g'bye, JYA!

^ Something to open up yer appetite? tabun. ^

LATA. (^^)/``

ONE NIGHT IN MELBOURNE!

2010-04-02T13:18:00.012+08:00

wooooooooo easter break~~~~~~~~~~~~finally got time to suck some fresh air dy ======= hehehehe..

it started with a blast wei, random, unplanned, spontaneous, improvised, watever shitz u could call it!

yeah well ytd (thursday) thr was supposed to be this karaoke session (AUD20) fo' 'em japs club, but I GOT SICK ON BOTH THE TICKET SELLING DAYS so i missed the chance to get them LOL. but anyway thx to my jap friend kohei-kun i got last minute, REALLY last minute tickets to that place lol.

i wuz like, 6pm was supposed to be the time we left fo the place (KBOX is its name) but 5:57 and i was STILL in my room preparin' stuff to cook. then i got a call from kohei askin' me to come anyhow and blah blah so i sped off with the followin' items: hoody, wallet, hp, orange bodyglove t-shirt that yhooi hates so much, SHORT PANTS, and slippers LOL. and i sped off to campus centre whr they're meeting.

to kbox! took this pic of kohei while he wuz asleep and it looked cool on him i tot but he tot otherwise so anyway. yeah we reached, and thr wuz like this whoole bunch of japs allllllll around me and i suddenly tot i wuz in a k-room sumwhr in japan LOL and the japs aint the only ones who conversed in japs THR WERE FRIGGIN' A WHOLE LOTTA WHITEYS BLABBERING OFF IN JAPS GG IMBA WEI lol 0.o that's so not real. nice!

yeah so the only jap song i could REALLY sing wuz "A World To Believe In" by Yuna Ito feat. Celine Dion. too bad my partner wasnt too familiar with the verse but the chorus were ok i guess hehe but anyway it was a NIIIIIICE experience but i dont think i'll go japs karaoke in the very near-future, at least 'till i get to learn off some jap lyrics BY HEART LOL.

and of coz we sang a few english and someone picked some CHINESE songs as well lol but i wasnt too keen in picking a song that they hvnt heard before. so anyway we left at 2am, went outside the building and took a few pics while chillin' thr LOL:

^ Yeah and thr u hv it the KBOX sign in front of the place.

^ Double signs.

^ Streets of Melbourne CBD at 2am!

and yeah so we hung around thr for some time chattin' and stuff, g'byes and stuff, so yeah, now we hv nothing to do. and guess wat? it ain't news that the last train back has ALREADY left, and i dont even hv to start with buses 0.o lol. so now wut? lol.

yeah well thr were only like...7,8? of us left by then and one gang wanted to go gamble in a casino called "Crown" but i wasnt up for it so me and 2 other new pals went off to just hv a stroll in the city of twilight hehehehe...well i'ma tell u this, night (morning?) in melb is just NOT THE SAME as night/morning (u noe wat i mean) in KL!

^ A map of the city somewhr outside Melbourne Central.

1st thing it's probably coz it's PRACTICALLY good friday, thr aint many souls at that time, well compared to when back in sj. i guess. but thr were still a bunch of 'em night wanderers fuggin' around in the street. i realised that many of 'em were either drunk or high on something (weed?) but anyway, we just walked on and finally reached a point to settle beside a river named Yaara River. NICE PLACE WEI, especially when it's DARK, CHILL and QUIET. some pics~

^ Night view of Yaara River!

^View from the docks.

^ My 2 night-wanderin' friends hehe.

Well yeah i noe that my cam sux but the view! breathtakin' and that's not all i love the atmosphere. it's like, serene, calm, quiet, chillin', nice! everything i wanted. perfect lol. my friend took much better pics with his cam, lookin' forward for them on fb hehe.

well anyway we ended up chattin' 'bout ourselves, stuff, coz one of them was a local (William) and the other from Indonesia (Ronaldo (wow lol)) yeah it wuz not bad and then later on started playin' big two on cards (thank ron for the cards) lol that's just like, friggin' nice playin' cards in like 3/4am beside the river it wuz startin' to get reeeeeally chill too by then haha.

^Man! dont we totally look like 'em homeless thugs gamblin' by the streetz LOL.

well i guess that's pretty much how we spent our time waiting fo' the 1st train to arrive (8:11am) and yeah after hvin' breakfast in mcd we just walked on to Flinders Station GG THE VIEW OF THE RIVER AT THE CRACK OF DAWN:

^Wooooot u just couldnt possibly fit in the beauty of it into a samsung slim-type touchscreen hp cam man...

^This one, i'm lovin' it. heh guess even this cam can handle sufficient exposure or sumthin' hehe.

Yeah so i hopped on the 1st train to Pakenham on the when it arrived and watever happened next were probably just cliched stuff like DOZING OFF ON THE TRAIN AND MISSING THE STATION I WUZ SUPPOSED TO GET OFF and hitting the end of line + since it's good friday the train didnt go BACK on its previous route so i had to get off at the end of the line and take a bus back to campus AND ENDED UP BLUR-EYED-ly boarding the bus with the RIGHT number but WRONG direction thus wasting about 45mins? havin' a round all over um...caulfield and finally to clayton haha. yeah and that's how it all went. reached room, take meats outta freezer, bathe, brush teeth, on heater, close curtain, then fall on bed and slept like a pig till like...3pm just now and went to make my lunch haha. oh yeah and my cookin's been gettin' better too! lol.

well anyway i GUESS that's all for now. i realise it's REALLY FRGGIN' LONG but i dont think i'ma blog alot after this, well at least not once the hols are over TT ain't got the time see? haha well i'm off to RELAX AS I RIGHTLY SHOULD and only start work startin' tmr. till then, LATERZZZZZZZZZZZ~~~~~~~~~~

Sulky Saturday ==

2010-03-13T13:01:00.002+08:00

Today's FRIGGIN' weird!? all my friends like to shop shop and shop went city again today but...i dunno y but when i see the empty common room and empty kitchen and empty laundry room (alot more empty than usual but NOT practically empty) i kinda feel good. at ease? jeez i dunno.

but anyway it's like...i finally got a to peace off. PEACE off. i guess. not like i hate company but i guess i just need an occasional cool off from being in too crowded de places. nyway DUH. it's no wonder it felt good everytime i visited the Richo Music Room. it's a room with a piano and CODE-LOCKED, the code's XXX-XXXX so it means that i can be thr for however long i wish and play the piano without hindrance. or at lease from them who dunno the code, which is practically 95% of the residence. or i think so.

anyway i dunno wat i wuz typing up till now, all i remember to this point is the word "word". i think my brain kuna hay-wired dy now. xienz. wat am i ranting about wei zzz lol this is ggness. 0.o @@

but today's cooking was not bad. in total already cook SOLO 4 times, this makes the 4th and i'm proud to say that IT TASTED A HELL LOT BETTER THAN THE LAST ONE. i'm starting to like wat i cook, tho i dun really like preparing yet, coz takes alot of time. but i like the eating part. yeah. ingredients are insignificantly "standard-less" fo' the pros i guess: noodles + ground nuts + xiao bai cai + tamago x1 + prawns + drumstick + sausages x3 + golden mushies (i think that's the name forgot) + that's all i think. but today's cooking really tasted a hell lot better than the last de, let alone the 1st one. 1st time i put too much water and it tasted like vege soup ==

but let's not talk about cooking le. quite xienz rite now de feel is. dunno how to verbalise, or rather CANT verbalise since this source of ranting is too insecure. bah wat am i saying just foolin' around larh dunno wat to say le hope got time to record and hope to find a studio gua. laterz.

Ice Day + Cooking Day.

2010-03-06T12:52:00.009+08:00

LOL i won't be talkin' bout ice-fallin' 1st since it's already all on fb anyway. so i'll talk bout my FIRST COOKING EXPERIENCE TODAY LOL (in like, 5-6 years? or more.)

nyway i didnt take many photos of the process la just b4 and after ny since in the process hands dirty and all loh. but now i think back i shuda took a few pics of the b4 cookin' part, whr i stuffed all meat vege uncracked-egg 1.5 packet noodle sausage and all in the pot lol.

nyway, 1st time cooking.

aiya ok i noe cooking is like, bloody small fry for so many ppl like vv or kh or erm...who else...my mum? nolah speakin' of ppl my age and studying and all, i bet even queen olap also can cook like xiao de. so in the eyes of these pros i bet i'm like "yiiiiiiiiii.....become small" that type de (as quoted by ja) but it's still my 1st time so i find it significant to blog about LOL!

well guess i'll start out with pics 1st hehe..these pics i didnt upload to fb since i wanted to blog bout it haha. here u go--->

yeah here u hv it, the 1st pic. the left is chicken meat bah and the right is sausage loh. truth be told i tot i TOTALLY screwed up when i was unpacking the sausages LOL. when i peeled off the plastic layer coating them they like became SOFT AND SAGGY (like wat happens to something after something is over) then i tot i bought the wrong sausage dy since i always use de sausage are like hard and NOT so soft de 0.o it had the shape of my palm, shape like clay being gripped firmly (duno how to say) but anyway i definitely tot i bought the wrong ones lo. anyway, next we hv..

mee, the main ingredient lol. i got instant noodles since i sked 1st time anything go wrong or watever, then later mee too hard to bite. next are the tools, quite cheap in AUD but exp if convert:

Pot, salt, pepper, knife, and..

chopping board.

actually the ingredients i used were noodles, chicken meat (drumstick), sausages, lettuce, and an egg but i didnt take the last 2 punya pics forgot le but anyway, not bad la i think, coz as i said earlier the sausages were saggy so i tot the soup will turn out DISASTROUS like...a pot of milky-coloured hot water with some green leaves in it and brownish meat pieces floating all around. i initially thought that the sausages will sorta like, melt or disintegrate or sumthing when i cooked them since they're ALREADY so soft b4 cooking 0.o

but it turned out fine and our final product...........................................

jyang~~~ lol tho i cant see the egg coz i stirred them and let it go to the bottom instead. looks like dog food i bet (in the eyes of the pros~) but it tasted alrite lah, put salt and pepper, didnt wanna use the erm...aji no moto? (flavouring, or watever u call 'em) coz sked hair drop even more ==

but anyway i'm quite satisfied with my 1st time cooking, and this shall be a routine for me for the next whole week, coz i've bought supplies fo' the week hehe.

yeah i guess that's all, and about ice day, lazy say le discuss in fb bah hahaha.

laterz maggots!

TIME TO BLOG, GOT FEEL AGAIN!

2010-02-20T20:46:00.002+08:00

yay! i've got feel again. current time in aussie --->23:47, saturday, 20/02/2010.

just got here 3 days ago and settled down dy, took a FEW pics ny coz cam very noob, so wont be posting pics here for now. i'll talk 'bout my life in aussie so far hehehe.

ok the weather here's like cameron, nice, when i arrived. it's friggin' summer now but enterting fall, but the temp here's said to like vary ALOT and there can be 4 seasons in 1 single week 0.o gg, quite wanna see the weather liddat lol. anyway 2nd and 3rd day start to go hot dy hatsui, need buy a fan le, things here DAMN cheap for aussie standard but msia standard = pokkai lah.

ok la i wont talk bout wat i've done these few days since it's like the routine shitz for new hostel ppl. i'll talk 'bout ppl and stuff here, rather.

alrite, ppl i met, new friends i've made.

got quite alot of msians here lo, and asians also like damn alot de. i met this japanese guy named Kohei (forgot the surname since i always call him Kohei-kun) and i've been belardy enjoying learning japs from him, nippon go! and there're these msians named sean nicholas and some other chinese which chinese names i've forgotten since hvnt familiar yet but they're all a bunch of good ppl and quite funny and stuff, can hang around. and there's this girl named esther from hong kong living a few doors from me, met her while i was washing my electric kettle this morning, i think i'll start improoooooving my verbal cantonese by talking to her more, and of coz sharon from pei chai, cant believe i'm meeting her here! i wuz like, we were ALL playing an ice-breaking game and had to walk around asking ppl things and recording them on a paper then i was like swapping papers with her and didnt even noe it wuz her till she later approached me and called my name and i was like "holy shit how'd u noe my name arh??" LOL she damn skinny le wei! 1st thing i blurted out was "OMG wei y u so thin liao de?? wad happen u didnt eat enough isit?? faster go eat the bbq chicken wing" (they were having aussie bbq then.) but anyway it's quite a shocker, really did kick me in the arse, the fact did. next thr's this aussie guy from new jersey or sumwhr, robert i think, hvnt known much bout him since he's quite quiet, and thr's kat our...i dunno wat post she's got but she's one of them helpers or like...i dunno, student advisor or something? she gave me the pin number to the music room, sweet girl with a really sweet smile, then thr's my RA, resident advisor i think, rachel, very helpful sporting and kind. she's like the head of the part of hostel whr i live so she's helped me quite alot.

wow wrote a long para thr lol. but nyway it's great la ppl here. the locals, i still cant really hear 100% of wat they say and i think they hv a hard time listening to wat i say but soon i'll get used to it and maybe i'll be able to use their accent when speaking with them specifically. i mean like, it's damned weird talking to fellow asians or chinese with that accent 0.o i still like mandarin over english lol but japanese rocks too oh cantonese...quite ok but dont really prefer that lol but i guess wat i like most is being able to speak japs with a genuine japanese nice guy all i want and ask about the language however much i like to hehe.

to wrap it up momentarily, quite love it here, these few days at least, since i dunno how life would be in a couple of weeks (class starts) but i'm glad i aint feelin' miserable or moody or down or missing home or heavy on the heart for leaving home or watsoevershittyarsestuffs after i came here. in fact, it's been happy for me since i 1st set foot in aussie. LOL i dare not say it out loud yet in a blog but i think i will say it sooner or later hehehe...

jya, sole wa owari desu. mata ne! (this one dunno correct or not LOL)

New blog kopidog2! made for records archiving.

2010-01-13T06:30:00.004+08:00

well i made a new blog for archiving my records, made or that i will make.

info on the blog:

TITLE: kopidog2!

URL: http://kopidog2.blogspot.com/

u could also click on the link on the very top of this blog (kopidog2!) to get thr. all my records will be posted thr so if u got a liking in it just go thr bah.

off to sleep now hopefully i succeed in this one...

Link to new song.

2010-01-10T18:45:00.005+08:00

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MediCheckup = ThrowFace + EyeRape.

2010-01-08T21:39:00.005+08:00

b4 go to aussie hv to do alot of things. like sing all the k's that i can in this country since go thr le i heard hard to find these places liao or not cant find pals of the same interezt. next leh is erm..gotta drive car and break alot of road rules loh if get saman quite fun de since go thr no car drive liao. and apart of that still need alot la but i'm here to talk 'bout minor minuscule prerequisites for studying in aussie - making a belardy student visa.

we all noe lo by now that visas need medi checkups along with its application. although medi checkup is not important in a visa application (the most important is the AUD540 payment for an application). alrite so the medi checkup. i'ma gonna talk a lil' bout my medi checkup larh lol.

after i printed out docs required for the checkup and getting photos that will be stuck on the docs (which took 3 days in total coz ma 6s pals keep ask me out those days (too popular for one's own good is really lethal) and oh yeah about the photo-taking session the girl who took my pic like wanna keep one pic for herself wor hmmmm dunno y leh?) OK THAT WAS A JOKE ANYWAY got all things done, then go to poli-klinik near the terminal makmur thr de...the place that auntie tebu said food not nice tell me dun go thr do medi checkup de.

so i did the normal tests thr lo. i 1st time do medi checkup marh so didnt really noe the procedures la. i now ny rmb damn humiliating part was like.........the nurse after do those normal eye test height test weight test (btw my height was 180cm and weight 60kg dam fit okla i didnt see how much i was busy admiring the goods in the room), she told me to pee in my pants.

no. not pee in my pants, is in a small disgusting looking transparent glass. JEEZUS OMG WEI YUCK DAM DISGUSTING LOH I HATE MEDI CHECKUP. YUCK YUCK YUCK. but like this de la maybe coz the last time i did that test was like 6 yo so YUCK DAM YUCKY.

anyway the worst part is after i DID it she gone le, not outside the toilet le. she return to her that goods room dy then I HAVE TO TAKE THE GLASS AND WALK ALL THE WAY PASS A ROW OF WAITING PATIENTS THEN GIVE IT TO HER. the glass is TRANSPARENT DE LEH. omg shit shit i tell u that was like one of the most fuggin' yucky and humiliating things i've ever had to do omg TT LOL

so loh i fast fast walk past the waiting idiots while trying to cover the glass TT dam paiseh LOL then..................at last reach the counter. then i dun wanna say wat happened next le LOL.

after that went to KMC loh. lol here baru crazy LOL. gotta do x-ray. X-ray. "X"-RAY. again i never do x-ray b4 so i mat dou um sek loh. wait wait wait and shake shake shake leg until the auntie beside me whack me ny stop then at last they call my name liaoz. so go to the "X" ray room.

go in le like quite dark de. dark dark gloomy gloomy punya room. like those ghost stories. lagi worse got 2 nurse (i think is RG and R lai de, radiographer and radiologist dunno la i assume ny) wearing white uni and white tudung de, scary. but i think those 2 ghosts quite young that time die le, around 20-30 yo bah.

anyway, go in le, see these things loh. then when i was getting to noe the environment, i heard a click behind my back. the sound of a door being closed and locked. whooo dun like this mah, scary xia.

okloh got me locked inside an enclosed room liao. then i was like wondering wat's coming that time one of the ghosts said "ok tanggal."

LOL then i was like in my mind "tanggal apa?"

then i spouted "tanggal ah?" without thinking, with the blurness comparable to that of the famous and well-known doctor danny!!! all-time holder of dr. blur, as proclaimed by none other than 38-queen swhy wahhahahahha.

anyway back to story...ahem. deng. u guess wat they do lah. holy shit. both ghosts like look at each other then giggle like crazy and one of them like cha dian drop the scissors on her foot....wait ghost got leg de arh?

deng dam yuu de loh, paiseh betul kuna laugh by them ghost-nurses wearing tudung ==

okla follow instructions ny la, so just take off loh. then throw the shirt on one of their faces loh, then the kena throw de like damn happy lidat then the other ghost so gek dong straight away go fight with the other one wanna get the cloth okla say ny i just hang it on the hanger la.

then next, go stand in front of the machine loh. deng i 1st time do x-ray marh dim ji wat posture de oh i like just face the machine ny loh, coz i heard wan do chest x-ray marh. i bet now medic students like greedy-olap and krispy-kristel dy laughing mad coz u gotta turn around and show the machine ur back instead of ya breast de oh not me lah i dun hv sozzie anyway.

they laugh at me again loh. those sui nurses. summore tell me put my arms on both sides of my waist....damn felt like doing chicken dance or something, let u imagine la that one ==

then x-ray marh, although got learn in physics but i didnt actually noe the procedures in it. i tot something like take photo, got a flash de, like VERY bright flash de. coz the x-ray film looks like our last time punya camera film marh.

but like nothing happen de only those 2 keep giggling non-stop thr then after a while they said "ok sudah siap" then i turn around, look at them, pause, then say stupid thing.

"orh. boleh pakai baju arh?"

deng this time they laugh till whole kmc can hear liao. i heard that the parking guy also heard their laughter then rush in and ask "APA??? apa lucu sangat???!!"

made paiseh betul. oklo cant do nothing marh fast fast put on clothes and while they laughing their arses off also join in laugh with them then fast fast fast fast de walk out the XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-ray room. ==. gg.

waliao walk out le i just got a feeling that baru kuna eye-rape xia. like lost something le from my XXXXXXXXXXXX-ray experience................................

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AFTERWORD:

THE ABOVE STORY WAS WRITTEN AND EXAGGERATED SEVERAL TIMES THAN NORMAL STANDARD FOR SHEAR FRIGGIN' ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. GONG YER ONLY. (but true la i going to aussie and b4 go aussie need sing alot k 1st and break speed limits de. of course need do visa also la but that one minor thing de. the last in my list de.)

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okla then this blog gao dim dy, just had the feel tonite WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA am doing this post from ja's new fren samantha LOL.

oh and about the song arh..............later i make link for dl lo i didnt noe got ppl wan listen de HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OKLE THAT"S ALL FOR THIS TIME SO LONG MAGGOTS!!@!!

::lazy put trademark le buh-bye.::

erh....wat to title this with? new song! tabun.

2010-01-05T03:07:00.033+08:00

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Finally Sinkin' In.

2009-11-25T00:05:00.020+08:00

It's finally sinkin' in.

The fact that i'm leavin' msia and going to aus in like less than 3 months' time. for 3 years. and from wat my pops said, i aint gonna come back in that 3 years period (jokin'...rite?)

well i'm not one who's prone to home-sickness. for one thing i aint missed home since i left for a-lvls and uni. well maybe i do prefer ktn home than kl home since....erh..thr're countless un-"sayable" reasons 0.o (gosh i cant be writin' bout something's bad stuff IN that something itself, rite???)

lol it aint THAT bad, i noe there are much worse ones out thr. but see here, the point is, i prefer my ktn home but i dont like...miss it, rite? i mean, how do u define "miss"? i dont think of my ktn home like i think of...erhm...LOL HOW CAN U COMPARE LIDDAT DER???

anyway. Anyway, wat i'm tryin' to say is. What I'm Trying To Say Is, i'm leavin' msia for good, and it doesnt look like i'm returning to this ss19 house as a "resident" anymore, in the future. this place is undergoing major refurbishment, renovation, as we speak (nolah as i type, more like, and nolah the construction workers all go back liaoz at this hour...) BUT this place is undergoing renovation and i think i wont be seeing the completed form anytime soon.

well actually i felt the same way when i exited monash sunway campus a week or so ago. it's like, i hate that place. HATE!!! DAI kirai! but then, when i finished my papers that day, 1 hour earlier since i was like daaaamned exhausted dy, and was about to exit the campus ground, i couldnt help but feel like....this is it, this is like...probably the last time i'll step on this campus ground, unless some irregulars take place.

so i scouted the campus ground and started takin' pics. well i guess i'll share 'em with ya, but i doubt they'll be interesting since this place sux anyway (WAT THE HELL AM I SAYING???) anyway let's just look at them pics i took okay?

This is a pic of the canteen....alrite the CAFETERIA in monash. food SUX!! zak fann taste like shit but more exp than AC punya! chicken rice de sauce like kicap! curry mee de taufu and fish biscuit sour de! and the inside summore cold cold de sumtimes! chicken chop.....ok ok la. erh...hey i shudnt be complainin' rite now la...ok next pic...

That's the basketball court, from the direct view for one sitting his/her arse off of one of the seats on the just now punya pic. (u gotta turn 180 to see the court, of course....(erh..was that even necessary?)) anyway. this court...was the court that i aspired to play bsb in but hvnt got the time or chance or heart to do so. this court...oh ya thr was a stupid project for building some illusionary non-existent shitbreakin' pillars or some sort to support a no-go scoreboard. all non-existent shits de, just thought up for makin' life tough for us ny. shit...start to complain again...*whacks forehead*...ok moving on to our next pic...~~

nothing' special 'bout this 'un. the stairs which i go down everytime i gotta go to cold-door lectures. (got 2, one for each sem.) issh....materials and profession. materials got C for last sem, shitty subject kacau me ny...then profession this sem...better get HD or not..! anyway, next.

BAH ATM MACHINE ALSO WAN TAKE. but then this is the only atm in monash sunway campus, so i withdraw from here de everytime. i hit my lowest record of rm15.15 here. nothing much, moving on...

The corridor of hope...my arse. the corridor which leads to the car park of monash. well actually ya it can be the corridor of hope if u see it from this direction...but if from the other direction then...this is whr...NEXT PHOTO.

the library, from outside viewpoint. this place SU....alrite it erm...stinks. erh...very not enough comps la! always not enough comps or seats, ground floor 1st floor second floor all the same, xienz! the reason y i went to GJC for a FRIGGIN' MONTH for study lift instead of here was because of the direness of this library! sorry...okok go next...

ta-dahhhhh~~!! guess wat it is? it's braille. ================ the lift in monash literally...erhm it's quite nice and quite hot and stuffy inside, plus got some weird smell, so it's quite good de overall, not to mention very oily loh the buttons. eeeeeeehhhhhhh next next next

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!! ngek ngek ngek ngek...the best part of monash...the TOILETS!!! tell y'all la, monash toilet rocks wei. always clean, puuuurfume filled everytime u enter, so that even if summat's shitting rite beside u while u pee it's like the shit's got flowwweerrryyy frangrance~~~ v(=_=)v this cubicle used to be my best mate...always available when my subtle stomach feels like....erhm...nest next.

woooooot....well actually this pic wuz taken from some top part of one of them buildings. i actually got lost while takin' pics and ended up here. but i got lost coz i was tooooo indulged in takin' pics, of course. (actually i wanted to take a pic of the lift, then it moved up to the highest floor b4 i pressed any buttons. apparently someone summoned it from the highest floor so i ended up here. and guess wat??? the summoner was a reeeeeallly cute girl that i saw most of the time hovering at the business bulding. she arh...full package i must say. from top to bottom. fuuuuuuuuyooooooohhhhh u wolfies out thr arh must reeeally see th.......................WAT THE HELL BACK TO MAIN TOPICCCCCC--->>>>>ahem.)

last part of monash, also the first part. since that day i parked at the free parking, this was the last stop for me in monash sunway campus. turning back, i see the view which i saw only a few years ago from then, at which i just left NS and was scouting around on courses to take. i actually seriously considered foundation in monash...but i guess i'm lucky i didnt take that, since monash sunway campus ssssssssssssssssss so much. okla....exaggerating la lol actually it don't suck THAT much...just that...maybe it ain't of my taste or anything lo. infrastructure and facilities are in actual fact, above decency level la. i guess it's just me, or it's just that i dont like the life in monash. but the food sux. this is an officially accepted fact.

but enough for monash la. after writing this above part of the blog..i also feel better le la. quite funny la wat i was feeling moments ago. it's like...not wanting change, perhaps? maybe i just...feel too lazy to adept to the new living environ which is yet to come 0.o

but anyway it feels good to be able to spill eeeeevvvvveeeeeerrrryyyything at this online space...hehehehehee. thus i say this. perhaps i've never said it here b4, but this blog is almost like my bloody place to express anything LOL. so wat u guys read so far MIGHT as well be perhaps a lil or big part of wat i feel MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.

whew...i guess i went a lil (actually alot, i think) overboard this time 0.o but then nvm la, i write as i feel LOL so rite...THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY'S BLOG, STAY TUNED (OR NOT) U MAGGOTS OUT THR!!! MATA NE!

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Tonight's gonna be a bad night.

2009-10-27T03:02:00.005+08:00

Tonight. It's one of the nights where i just can't shut my brain down. my eyes are wide shut ( wat the hell does this mean?) well actually they're narrowly shut......wait, sounds wrong...ahhhhhhhh anyway they're enclosed, shut, the two pieces stick together, 两搞粘在一起, like this arh ---> ==

so anyway, eyes are shut. but then hor, it's like the BRAIn just cant stop zzzzzzzzzzzzzing around with belardy irrelevant shiets de lorh! it's like..eyes are closed, all u see is pitch-black-ness. then...something starts to form. an image? no..images. then...they become motion pictures.

hmm...wat could they be...? and thanks to curiosity, u'll wanna figure out wat the heck's those blurrrr images. so i'ma "look" into them and focus the camera abit...then guess wat i saw..

i see a flock of white white fluffy fluffy oval-shaped blur blur things thr, running around. then the 1st one starts jumping once. then the 2nd one follows. then 3rd one. then...i see wat them maggots are jumping over. it's like a beam. isit? think so...

Closer inspection suggests that the beam is rectangular. the cross-sectional area consists of a rectangular surface of width 120mm and depth 100mm. the span is 5m. what is the 2nd moment of area for an SHS for this geometr..............WAT THE HECK IS THIS???????? SOME BLOODY STRUCTURE TEST DREAM??????? (or worst isit even a dream yet? i ain't fallin' asleep yet@)

maybe u could call this bloody exam stress, but then.............i don't think i'm anywhr near to stressed!

i mean like, in my course (or maybe among all my friends), i'd be ONE OF the most relaxing gitz, sitting around with my left ankle on my right knee, and my jaw hung onto my right hand, watching as my faithful coursemates struggle studiously with their respective work, and not to mention saying "ehhh.......relax la wei, chill la, go sing k lorh" once every 4 mins. man! u can't call me "stressed" coz i'm tooooooooo lazy to be stressed!

but the the exams are important la. this time. ya this time it's important. coz if i fail i cant go to aussie. no friggin' way! though i dont really wanna go that much but......all planned dy dun tell me later "Our deepest apologies mr. yong but u friggin' failed ur test so u're gonna hv to sit ur arse back on this chair in monash sunway campus for about 6 more months b4 u can continue with ur crusade to aussie unless u bribe me with 777k (not inclusive of 99% government tax and 101% service charge) with platinum card, we accept Visa, Master Card and Bank Pertanian...(wait does bank pertanian issue credit cards? i dunno coz i took my rm300 from thr rite after NS and closed it on the spot.))))) <--- pardon the multiple use of close-brackets, as i hv unknowingly lost track of how many open-brackets i've used previously, and am rather slothful as to tilt my eye balls about 45 degrees from 9 O'clock to check on it. let thr be a SYNTAX ERROR.

bwah. xienz xial.................== wahhhhhhhhhhhhh I WISH I COULD DROP DEA......no i meant fall a sleep u crazy scumbag who simply jumps into swift conclusions without reading a word till the last letter is written and i can't say that D will be the last letter since many things can come after "DEA" such as "R", "F", or even ".........." dunno le but nvm the point still stands robust. gong ye.

bah. really. gotta sleep lah. eh can anyone help me arh? cmon! i came back tired and all, ready for a good rest leh! then i dunno y suddenly cannot sleep liao de. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEESH! MONASH SUX! thx to monash ny i cant sleep now de! well actually i hvnt been in monash for erm...1 week plus liao..but still...MONASH SUX!!! (maybe just looking for trouble with monash ny me.)

anyway la...i bet u guys also already xienz reading this post liaoz. nothing der! no meaning also! just blabbering bullshietty bu-guan-tong-yang buzz-buzz-sounding baboon-like bing-bang-bong-beng bodoh stuffz. soz la i just nothing else to do at this hour of the day/night so end up blabbering bullshietty bu-guan-tong-yang buzz-buz......yaya ok watever u noe wat i mean tqvm bb jia mata ne..............

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hmm...tired abit le. hmm...good sign lai de. yeah baby yeah..YAY!!!!! omg i got too excited coz i starting to feel tired dy SHIT!

anyway that's all for now le la i guess, zzz...catch u buggers out thr crazy enough to view this HAHAHA next time le. laterz then..mata ne~

Today. Not yesterday, not tomorrow, but today.

2009-09-16T22:43:00.008+08:00

today....................................................really quite erm....i dunno how to verbalise it.

today....................................................is quite a erm..............................................shit la seriously hard to put into words la 0.o

okla i guess i'll try and pronounce it.

today was quite big. u could say it's memorable. u could say it's meaningful. u could say it's unexpected. u could say it's lucky. u could say it's elating. u could say it's eye-opening. u could say it's.................really very different and unique from my everyday life.

well i'll admit that at this age i'm still really a fresh amateur to the world. forget bout the world, only m'sia is a big place to me. i noe i've got SOOOOO much things i ain't seen or been through yet. SOOOOOOOOO much. so much that it ain't even enough space or time for me to describe even in a dream.

well actually i'd better move on the wat actually did happen today la. it's heavy. really heavy shit but i guess i'll take into account the matter of privacy and NOT divulge too much shit.

well yeah today started out normal. everything normal. wake up - off alarm - sleep back - wake again - cleanup - skip lunch - skipped lectures (2 hrs) - drive - reach carpark - pay ticket - go in lecture hall - talk alot while lecture on - lecture end - next class - present project - end of uni hours.

then it happened.

well it's actually SERIOUSLY not big deal and i initially didn't EVEN have the slightest intentions of bloggin' that shit but after wat happened tonite it just occurred to me that i might wanna add it in since it ALL happened in one day, today.

it rained in sunway and most probably subang and other places in close proximity this evening. i bet a handful of u will noe. well the rain was seriously VERY heavy. very heavy when i left my last class (structures) after the presentation and was heading for the library. i planned to do a report for Engineering Professions in the library.

but then i bumped into a course mate which i recently got to noe more. she had a different class than me but i guess she was just heading to the car park and i happened to bump into her.

but anyway it was raining heavily and the wind was blowing the rain towards whr we were so i thought i should get her to someplace dry 1st. so i took out my umbrella and shielded the rain lah, even thought i intended to head for the library before that.

and then.

u guys, GUYS, ever escorted a girl in heavy rain to her car b4?

well i bet it's really normal shits that happen all the time.

but for me it was like omg wat the phucK??? @_@

it was like, she was heading to her car parked in the car park. open air car park. heavy rain. surely must hv an umbrella. i thought she'd stay back until the rain stopped. but she said she was going home.

i asked her if she had an umbrella.
she said no.

i asked her if she wanted to borrow mine.
she said it's alrite, no worries.

i asked her whr she parked her car.
she said she parked it in the car park (like i don't already noe).

i asked her how she'd get on in such a downpour.
she said she'll run or watever and make it anyway. (geez that's dangerous)

i asked her if she wanted to borrow my umbrella.
she said it's alrite. nvm de.

i asked her "u sure?"
she said yaaaaaaaa.

then i was like thinkin' "yalo, then i go library and do the matlab and..."
and i turned around while thinking this, before bidding her goodbye.

next couple of seconds, in my head were stuff like:

"mmmm...now need do the matlab, then erm........check the prelim quiz then check mail see got update from those ppl on the report or not then erm.......7 thirt-"

then i turned around and took slightly bigger footsteps than usual, to her.

then i made the impression that i was gonna accompany her to her car.
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aiya but actually escorting a girl in the rain to her car parked in an open air carpark ain't a big deal or worth blogging. it's more like.................I FASCINATED MYSELF WHEN I TURNED BACK.

i didn't plan to turn around.
i'm sure i've seen this in animes or movies or shits.
but that was NOT expected to come from me 0.o

i surprised myself ALOT.
it's so......minuscule but yet it was quite something for me.
i never thought i'd hv done such a thing in a million years.

coz i offered to lend her my umbrella, got turned down, offered to escort her, got assured that it's alrite, and asked again if she wanted my umbrella, and got rest assured that she's fine, and turned away and WALKED away while bidding goodbye, and then friggin' turned around and went after her.

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but anyway later that night i encountered a darker happening.

i was on msn coz vv always said how i wouldn't be updated if i didnt go fb or msn. i was listening to my favourite anime soundtracks. then another uni friend which i only got to noe more recently logged in.

logins usually just catch my attention for the few seconds the popup emerges. but his login made me click it's window coz of the display msg.

it was something about him being drove nuts by someone in his family and on the verge to kill him.

he asked for someone to "help me" in the display but the whole thing sounded like it's just normal ranting stuff to me. idly, i waited for the display pic to load, and then wat made me start a conversation was the sight of the song he was listening to.

it was an anime ED which i was familiar with, so i quoted the anime title and made a remark on the anime and stuff. i was basically feeling quite fun since i've found someone who listens to these songs (i rarely see my contacts digg these songs.) but anyway he replied nonchalantly, and it's all normal since i just knew him and all, so i don't really noe his chatting pattern and all.

and then the display pic loaded. it showed a scene from a recently watched and loved comedy anime by me. well of course i'd bring that anime up and comment on how the comedy timing was awesome and hilarious, but as before, the reply was short and "toneless".

i'd point this out usually if the opponent were a familiar friend of mine, maybe someone like kh or dan. but then u dont go asking ppl "hey, u alrite over thr?" just when he aint replying with lengthy comments or enthusiasm.

but i made a small effort of indirectly fishing out the topic but keeping it low and steady.

i made typed the next msg, asking
"eh wat oh u down arh lol"
"oh and yahor u done matlab arh?"

well it's like......in my opinion that comment might get me to the point and at the same time NOT makin' it look like i'm THAT into bothering him.

then the next msg came after a small pause.

"can help me ah"

obviously i'd think that he was refering to matlab. maybe he needed some help on the matlab assignment. but anyway i continued
"huh?
wassup?
help u wat oh?"

lol it was quite tactless if u looked it from a certain view.

wat happened next, thr was no reply for a shorrrrrrrt while, then a small few seconds later i get a popup reporting that he had signed out.

well that's when i thought that thr definitely was a problem. but i didnt noe wat to do since he's signed out already. well can't help it rite?

and this is the second time when i did something i didnt plan and without prior knowing that i'd do it. it's like i was doing it even before realising it.

i typed
"weh dai lou dun sad la
=S"

i SWEAR to a god i don't believe in that i'd NEVER used this " =S " expression before. it's not like me to use it! LOL! well there ain't nothing wrong with this expression but i just never used it before. after that i figured that he'd get the message some other day and just reply me something like "yeah was abit down the other day, no probz" or something like that.

but seconds later i received a blinking window notifying i've received an instant message. it's from him and apparently he merely switched to "appear offline". maybe i was just a lil' too much of a nuisance b4 my last 2 lines lol.

anyway it appears that he's in some family crisis which i've never experienced before, definitely, and i've only got an idea of wat it's like through shows and animes.

it was in overall conclusion, eye-opening, and also somewhat.....heart-breaking. i'm a soft shit yeah i guess that's true to a huge extent, but i really did feel sad when i heard his story. i suddenly realised that this life of mine might suck sometimes, but his life, compared to mine, sucked even worse! i've always thought that my life sucked, stuff like that, and was ALL THE TIME aware that there are ppl out thr in a worse shape than mine, but never had i encountered in person one which fulfills that "knowledge" of mine.

it's like, sure hell yeah we ALL know that there are ppl out thr who ain't so lucky as us, starving, this and that, stuff like that, blah-blah-blah...but those are usually for ppl who we don't noe and are really far from us.

but this time, i felt it for real and got a tiny taste of wat it's like for "them". i'm not trying to make it sound like he's really in a miserable and pitiful situation, it's just that.....i feel firstly shocked that such things DO happen to ppl around us, secondly sad after listening to his story, and thirdly moved and inspired that EVEN in such dipshits, he's pulling out the better part of him for us to see. it's like, he's livin' in dipshit and still he's got such a good personality and stuff. i've only known him recently so i don't know the best or worst of him.

but still, i could tell from the short period that he was AT THE VERY FUCKIN' LEAST, real.

we meet bloody jokers and clowns with their THICK masks all around us in this city that we live in. colleges, unis, work places, stuff, we meet them allllllllll the time. ppl with fake smiles, disgustingly detestable gestures made to impress others on how humourous they are, and ppl who ONLY noe how to smile to u when u're best at use to them, ppl who treat u as disposable tools.

but i think he's real. he ain't the type who jokes around and get on ur good side just to gain popularity or attention, or to offer aid which he ALWAYS does just for fuck's sake. he's a real help in matlab and regular online quizzes to me so far, and i never really looked much into why he's doing it or watever shit, but i only knew that i had the feeling that this person, at least, was not bloody fake. well if he was, then he's either doing a REAL good job in deceiving me who'd seen through so many fakesters in uni, or i'm really screwed in this "fakester detection field".

well all in all, i'm already tired from all the typing, and i do realise that i've typed a FRIGGIN' LONG BLOG (can u even call this a blog, now that it's THIS long?)

well i guess all i've gotta say is that i find the happenings of today really worth expressing, and it so happened that the blogging of it stumbled across my mind, so here u are reading the aftermath of these coincidences.

today was normal, was surprising, was enjoyable, was cold, was wet, was foggy, was off-guard-catching, and was eye-opening.

it's a meaningful and i'd say, unique plus worth-remembering, in a long, looooooooooooooongggg time. it's been a REAL while since i've had a "today" so worth thinking back on, blogging about, and remembering. i don't think i'll really remember this day as good as the day of my 1st kiss and date (LOL) but i think it's a highly unique "today".

i hvn't got much of "today"s nearly as similar to this "today".

Blogging Is Fun™

2009-09-12T16:51:00.004+08:00

LOL due to astoundingly-popularly-chatroom-floodingly-desperate demands, i decided to release the ORIGINAL photo posted in the previous blog.

yet again, an early warning to heed:

-photo not for the faint-hearted.

so there u go, u eager maggots, wriggling in overflowing desperation.

the link to the ORIGINAL photo file ----> Click Here

hope u guys got want u came for~ ^^

PUKIAH!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-09-11T22:04:00.005+08:00

today kh coaxed me into ss-ing. == my to-date-honourable-status of non-ss-ness was totally eradicated by kh. he forced me into ss-ing in order to gather materials for his 5cforever wed. THE solo pixies thyng. THE big big family pic consisting of all solo 5c members thyng. LOL it was like DUH~~~

okla not his fault la but seriously i'm not up to ss-ing. btw ya'll noe wat ss means? self-shot aka syiokkk-sendiri. okla no offense wei for those who do it like an everyday routine, but i dont find myself capable of excelling in that field.

but i tell ya'll la my amateurish experience of ss-ing! my v______ity is gone.

anyway ss-ing.

it's like.....wtph wei i'm supposed to flip my camera cover open with my left thumb with it facing me rather than the other way, and press the camera button on it, and wait an everlasting 2-3 seconds for the picture to be taken, and then flip the camera back and look at the product of those movement, and GRIMACE AT THE POOR RESULTS LOL@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

well okla i'm not like doctor danny aka doctor dimsum aka doctor blur aka doctor-who'll-impregnate-nyapot aka doctor erm....(can't think of any dy) so "self-acclaimed-ly" handsome. alrite the previous sentence was a lengthy one so i'll re-map it. The Below Illustrates A Better Understanding Of My Kimochi:

"Well, Okay-lah, I'm not as handsome as doctor []." (and here we have it, i hope that helped.)

aiya no offense la dan but u really did proclaim urself that u were handsome and begged on bended knees that i said u were a leng chai in erm....vv's house the other day HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. (okla dun angry wei hehe...)

so moving on with the ultimately crucial topic of the day --- ss-ing.

kh loh, damned bad lah. said he needed my solo pics so badly that if i dont give him then carls junior will close down. eh u guys think carls will really close down if i dont submit a pic to him? dengz now got extra assignment le.

but then lah. after a long day of hardworking (gambaro~!), i finally came up with a good pic which was rated "S" by kh. wanna take a look at that pic? not good loh....hazukashi neh~ ==|||

anyway okla if ya'll want it SOOOOOO badly i'll hv to let ya'll hv a peek la. if not later who noes some of the hardcore you's might dig out ur eyes and swear on wanting to look at NOTHING but my "S" rated ss pic, 独一无二 pic, one-night-sold-out pic, one-in-a-lifetime-ss pic, never-before-got-ppl-take-so-S-rated-de pic....

okla i'll show u la, so eager punya maggots, but see le dun later ALSO dig out ur eyes or break every mirror in ya house coz it's too "S" rated worrr....i will guilty de worh....

here u go...

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ta-dah~~~!!!

okla now u see le, i hope u guys will not dwell too much about the "S"-rated-ness of the pic above. i hope u guys won't 想不开 and have sleepless nite(s) like i did on my previous post.

oh and btw, if got problem viewing the pic then contact kh lah. his camera lai de. oh ya maybe if u REALLY can't view it and come out error msg or something........then maybe i deduce that the webmaster of blogspot also think too "S" rated for u guys to handle so block it ler. so sorry lorh~~~

well then, jya~!

P/S: "S" rated = "Satisfactory" rated.

holy shit i cant sleep i cant sleep i cant SLEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPP

2009-07-06T02:12:00.002+08:00

omg tonight's gotta be the shittiest night in a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time. omg this is friggin' tormenting. I CAN:T SLEEP. i dunno y but i brain is like soooooo damned tired and i wanna just close my eyes and fall asleep, fall into a dEEP sleep, just like that, but i CANT. i dunno y omg omg this is HORRIBLE, this feeling. the feeling of CRAVING to fall asleep but yet UNABLE to do so is like..............SHITTTTTTTTTTT OMG ARRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH I"M GOIN" CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYY

omg....i dunno y but i am seriously tired but once i close my eyes and lay my head on the pillow my brain starts spinning around and goddamned IRRELEVANT stuff come surfacing and i cant friggin' sleep! THIS IS INSOMNIA, OMG IT IS.

holy shit i hope i can sleep soon coz i really cant bear it any longer == == == == == == zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz plz god lemme sleep~~~zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz............

geeeeehahahahahha

2009-06-30T23:38:00.003+08:00

wah tonite dat bit got feel xial! coz tmr going back to ktn for a months LONG BREAK from the friggin' everyday life in grey kl. damned fun la like this. just few days b4 i finished my last paper, then STRAIGHT after that go yxian's place and hang out with them maggots (yxian kh dan) at sunway and stuff then overnite at yxian's THEN next day straight go cameron le then THE FUN BEGUN.

cameron damned nice la i lazy put pics now so if wanna see go facebook je la. cameron is the BEST place for friggin' enjoyin' and relaxin' wei, seriously. had the fun of half my life (can't be that's the best thing in my life rite?) then come back, then straight online maple like shiet then today go out sunway hangout with them maggots#2 (kh yxian olive) and at the same time witness some OUTSTANDINGLY HILARIOUS pics taken durin' the cameron'09. DAMN! they were hilarious! especially those containing olive LOL.

anyway came back le then pack and at last settle down before my faithful lappy. man...this feeling really honestly strikes me hard, i dunno y but...let's all just say that this post is by far the most EMO post i've made. (well that's probably coz i've only posted a friggin' lil' number of posts (3) thus far)

anyway this feeling is bliss la. at least it's close to bliss. happy life awaits, for those who're still feeling real down or at least down or emo or low or darkness-shrouded or still trapped in the void of the past, WAKE UP! this is the wake up call from the great j.....ok just kidding. erm how to say leh? i just think that now i look back on my emo days i feel like (as i predicted then) a lame chop >< coz i think after some time i've got to look at ppl around me and i THINK that i'm much better off than a fistful of them lo. when u emoing, u cant see nothing, and u think u're the most cham person blah blah blah but u're definitely not. i've seen ppl in worse situations stand RIGHT BACK UP and smile it off with a lil time only, and i seriously salute them.

stay strong, stay happy, stay alive. HAHAHAHA FOR U MAGGOTS OUT THR WONDERIN" WAT"S WRONG WITH ME i just wanna say, "i've got the feel tonite." it only SO happens that THIS time i've got the feel to write something more serious than the last 2 times.

enjoy! XD

got FEEL again! woooooooo~~~

2009-05-18T21:07:00.001+08:00

wooooooooooo today went to GJ and stuck my arse on one of the chairs for like 4+ hours STUDYING ENG1050 holy shit that's like the 1st time i've been so hardworking (outdoors). well nothing much happened but i rmb got a table of 3 quite pretty working girls only beside mine. looked around 27~33 bah but sounded like 40~50 yo punya auntie talking dunno why ==...i dare not take pic or vid of them talkin' so sorry lah cannot share with u wolfies out thr.

anyway the important thing starts now. i actually bought an ELECTRIC-POWERED SHAVER in erm...i forgot the shop's name le...(didnt see actually just entered on a whim anyway it was the one near erm...i think near popular? i forgot le leh.)

so rite, i bought this shaver, went back and 1st thing i did was friggin' tried it out (even though my "chin hair" was only 1cm~ long (DONT BULLSHIT LA LOL) okla it was quite short i dunno the actual measurements for god's sake.)

ya'll noe wat i was thinkin' when i turned that THING on? it was...

"man this shit sounds SO like a vibrator" (and to make things worse the packaging oddly reminded me of one 0.o) and that was exactly why i stuck the damn thing into my bag rite after i exited the shop. i dunno bout u guys la but...maybe i think senget ny. here's the pic for y'all to savour...TA-DAAAAH~

"wraafff!"

okla that wasnt the shaver...and i aint gonna use it to shave this poor fellow. THIS is the real thing, behold, eager maggots...

"A close shave...close enough to slice ur skin off as well...0.o"

well it wasnt bad la. after i got over the part whr it sounded like a vibro, i faced another impossible thought.

"how the HELL did u shave with this thing DAN???" (coz dan's got one himself, says it's like godlike or watever shit (HAHAHAHAHA))

but anyway i was terrified by the sound it made! 1st thought upon hearing the sound: vibro. 2nd thought upon hearing the sound: i dun wan a hairy chin but i also dun wan a skinless chin. 0.o well to be honest it was kinda scary when i put it ON MY SKIN HOLY SSHOOOOTTT MOMMA i salute u for ur bravery danny-danny-pom-pom.

but the results were ok i guess. my chin after the slicing process was SMOOTHER THAN KHANG HERN"S LEG!!! ohhh ok he's got a bit of hair now erm...how bout dan's? oh geeez! i'm missing such an obvious example! my chin after the slicing process is now SMOOTHER THAN KAM THIM"S LEG!!! rejoice folks, it was apparent that electro-shavers aint much of a skin-slicer after all. so long folks! that's all for this blog i guess (coz my feel is slowly being drained dy.) okla since u guys stuck to this completely senseless post to the end here's a lil' sumthing for ya b4 u go LOL...ta-daaah~~!

"Philips electro-vibro-shaver for only rm 85, from a different angle!"

well then, ENJOY UR DAY MAGGOTS! jya ne!

fulamak! i'm actually starting a blog!

2009-05-06T23:26:00.000+08:00

BWAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAA tonite got feel again, dunno y like this suddenly got feel start BLOG de LOL.

maybe it's due to POPULAR DEMAND xia lol. aiya let's cut the crap and start blogging le HEHEHHEEEEEEE...

okla, let's talk bout today 1st lo. aiyo today also very xienz de la as usual.
1st lo, go to that god-forsaken-monash-shitpit as usual lo...oh yeah i skipped double materials coz lazy wake up xia 0.o but that materials i skip quite many times le leh abit worry le ==

anyway, go sch that time very dulan de. i hate monash leh! coz u gotta travel during peak hours to get thr, then caught in shitty jam-holes..........== really xienz la driving in kl ==

actually go sch dy also nothing special happen de. ehh very xienz leh today, i xienz till can do blog le ==

anyway, life nowadays very xienz de lo. try to find entertainment but then...really cannot find anymore REALLY REALLY fun de entertainment le. xienz la. but still gotta go on with life, so i found myself a quite ok ok de entertainment, watching a reality tv series (or watever u call 'em) called "Britain's Got Talent".

the 3rd season out le this year, i've watched the previous 2 and they were like OMG AWESOME wei. i like those guys who come up the stage and look like shit but then once they perform give us such a BIG BLOW that we shit in our pants. ok that was over abit. anyway this show rocks la. my saviour during my darkest and most desperate moments of life --- the moments when i need entertainment.

ehh, should blogs be so long? i dunno if this is considered long loh, but since i dun think i'ma do this frequently and soon, i think i'ma just write down wat i feel rite now lo.

hmm.....wat else. yalo...when i look at the lower-rite hand corner of my lappy arh, i cant help but feel sad....really down, and emotional, coz it's only BLOODY WEDNESDAY. STILL GOT 2 DAYS NY FRIDAY LEH XIENZ.

oh yeah i suddenly thought of my friends back in ktn. xienz. the thought of them disgusts me! they're all hving fun rite now over thr in ktn playing mahjong in yxiang's place and watching shits like wolverine and hanging out in lame places like the beach and stuff.................and i'm STUCK in STINKY KL hving to DRIVE to monash shitpit everyday and enjoy rm6 杂饭 (dunno write correctly or not) which tastes like wrigley's extra white chewing gum without the sugar...(wait they're sugar-free aint they?) but anyway the food in monash SUCK bigtime wei! dont u get it??! imagine chewing on wrigley's extra white chewing gum without sug....well that's the idea.

wah xienz la anyway i think i bo feel le la now, summore already rant finish le. sorry for hving u to read this shitty and senseless post for nothing, if u're reading this, but really xienz marh. life-less, this is called, my friend. oh yeah! this phrase "my friend" reminds me of this dude in uni who got his flyers exposed during a presentation in uni LOL...ehh ehhh lazy le la maybe next time ny write la, assuming thr's a next time la == i dun think anybody in their sane minds would wanna read these kinda shits again LOL! anyway hv fun maggots! XD! cheers!