Talking to My Blog

Hello blog, I’ll be back soon, I promises. Once I’m done scaling this bitch of a mountain called ‘exams’.

Au revoir, suckers.

This Shouldn’t Be Here

Now Playing: Half of my Heart by John Mayer

Dear Jesus,
Give me the strength to put more effort into my work. Fill my soul with your whatever-you-call-it to become a better person.

Oh wait. Who am I kidding?

Responsibility

Now Playing: War of my Life by John Mayer

I’ve got a hammer and a heart of glass,
I’ve got to know right now;
which walls to smash.

War of my Life by John Mayer

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Congratulations dear old Kyril, you have just successfully spent an hour trying to fix up RoamChargeCal.java. It’s just too bad it doesn’t work.

I wish I didn’t have to go through all this stuff. But hey, don’t we all? How nice would it be if we could live a day without the crushing weight of responsibilities on our shoulders? Without living up to the expectations of others? Without being a slave to deadlines, perhaps?

Another 3 weeks or so till the end of term. I feel a constant need to push myself on. I have this strong urge to just let go and have a break. But then again, how much have I done to really deserve a rest? Shoot me.

Ugh. I’m just rambling. Maybe Caramel can fix all my problems. Hmm.

Little Sketch

Now Playing: Damaged by John 5

War & Ruin from Darksider’s Concept Art

Constructive criticism or comments anyone?

Who Stole My Car?

Now Playing: 2 Die 4 by John 5

“Wake up, some idiot just stole our bikes.”
“Huh?”

I was deep in slumber, dreaming about penguins, unicorns and mermaids (By the way,  do you know why mermaids wear seashells? It’s because B shells are too small and D shells are too big.). Oh and for the uninitiated, I was kidding about the dreams.

Your mum telling you that two of your bikes getting stolen isn’t exactly the best piece of news to get woken up by. I’d rather wake up to the Jonas Brothers crooning to their screwed up idea of music.

My brother and myself found ourselves combing the neighbourhood expecting to find a bunch of hooligans with our bikes five minutes later. In the event we bumped into them, our plan was simple, straightforward and completely idiot-proof: Hit them, recover our bikes, rob them and head for prata.

We were expecting to find a bunch of Malay wannabe gangsters sitting at the corner of some void deck with our bikes. Not that I’m being biased, but there’s this handful of Malays in the neighbourhood who have this.. err.. special connection with for bike thefts. I can already imagine a conversation between them..

“What to do sia, bicycle shop open at 9 siol.”
“Eh we lepak one corner first. Eh Aliff Aliff, cigarette. One.”

Anyway! I’d say those bastards were lucky we didn’t find them. You know what they say, a sleepy man with a craving for prata is an angry man.

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And if it was not enough, I’m down to two piercings again. I’m contemplating between a good bike and a bunch of piercings this Chinese New Year (Which coincides with study break. Ha, perfect timing, I’d say.).

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I bid you farewell.

Talent is Bulletproof

Now Playing: Nightrain by Guns N’ Roses

A rare handful of people are born with talent. And today, I had the honor of meeting a talented young sir. At first look, he reminded me of an Asian Harry Potter (minus the wand and the scar of course). He looked at us in our eyes and said with a burning passion, I am a point guard.

The rest of us exchanged glances and burst into hysterical laughter in unison. My dear readers, that is talent. It’s the talent of causing people to burst into mad peals of laughter. Let me assure you that AHP is as real as Jizzus, I mean Jesus.

Well seriously, AHP is just another complete douche who got punched in the eye by some young lady. I was actually hoping to make it symmetrical. Damn.

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On a random side-note, my new hairstyle has received a lot of comments. This afternoon during lunch, the drink store uncle claimed that his ice-milo magically caused my hair to.. well.. look like what it is. Yesterday, Tatcha said I looked like a Mafia. Earlier this week, my classmates commented that my hair’s gonna scare the crap out of wannabe gangsters losers.

Wonder what’s next. Honestly, I can’t wait.

Crash Crash Burn

Now Playing: Endzeit by Heaven Shall Burn

The amount of (half-written) posts I have scrapped the last couple of days is jaw-dropping. Okay I lied, it’s not that many, really. Just a few thousand.. maybe.

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I’ve never seen myself so hardworking before. In fact, if I keep this up, I’m might actually end up communicating in formulas and equations. To be in that state, my friends, is very pathetic.

Recently, I felt the workload piling up and one day, I told myself, Hey punk, you need to prioritize. Get yourself a damned planner. So I headed down to the bookstore at TP, bought some cheapo planner and wrote in it straight after. It felt great – everything was so organized: assignments, project deadlines, meet-ups and all.

Until a few nights ago. I was incredibly tired after finishing up a project that night and I opened the planner to check it off the list. My eyes scanned the list and -bam- it said that I had seven undone items. Any idea how demoralizing that feels? Back in my head I was like, Oh fuck, there’s more? Woohoo.

Moral of the story? Getting a planner ain’t all good.

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To You-Know-Who-You-Are:

In the wake of what has happened recently, I’d like for you to know that you’re not alone. While I have not felt the pain of losing someone I hold dear to myself and can only offer pitiful condolences, I can empathize with how you’re feeling.

I know that it has been a rough couple of months for you. I know that things haven’t been easy for you. But let’s face it, life is, and will never be fair to us. Be fair to yourself then. Pick yourself up when you’re ready and if you should you need a helping hand, we are all here for you.

One For the Sake of Hysterical Laughter

Well. We were all bored. Sort of.

This is a public service announcement by Simon Joseph. The conversation that we are having right now is rated D for don’t give a fuck. All contents are meant for humor and should not be taken seriously. Failure to comply will result in us not giving a fuck about you. Thank you and have a nice day. Remember that jizzus loves you so much he came and died on the crossroads.

Mad World

Now Playing: Mad World by Adam Lambert

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Mad World by Tears for Fears

Surprise Me

Now Playing: Living in the Sky With Diamonds by Cobra Starship

To solve this problem, we need to find the monster.
So what is the monster?
It’s like a human with a horse head.

I can’t believe it; I’m actually staring at my handphone with a stupid smile etched on my face. From an outsider’s point-of-view, he (or she, so that I don’t sound so gender-biased) would probably think that I:

(a) am retarded; or
(b) haven’t seen my handphone in a billion and ninety four days.

I can assure you though, that it’s neither (a) nor (b) though.

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I’m hoping for a pleasant surprise tomorrow. Don’t ask me why. I just want one. So if you’re planning to surprise me with something, don’t tell me (otherwise it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?). I don’t think I’m making sense. Har har har.

Goodnight.