5 Things that Happened in 2007

1. I became top student in MCM sem 2.12. Made and lost some friends3. Gained weight4. Went to Nias. Had the time of my life there.5. I fell. and tried very hard to stand up again.   Pretty mundane stuff. Rating: 5/10 Could have been much better. 

Don’t you cry no more.

one of my favourite songs at the moment.

Erm. Nothing much have been happening other than mahjong. which is pretty boring. Haven’t started on my school work. and I just feel that something is missing from my life.

Something. I don’t know what.

Can’t think right now. blog again next time.

I was soaring ever higher

this song is nice. the sex. yea.

Well. I have been spending my holidays playing mahjong, read a book. 5 people you’ll meet in heaven. wanted to blog about it. but decided against it.

well. watched god of gamblers 3: back to shanghai. In canto. nice movie. wanted to blog about it. but decided against it.

well. erm. Christmas is coming. Not much of a christmas guy. But meeting up with friends, erm yea. wanted to blog about it. but decided against it.

well. I’m not much of a blogger huh?

Oh ya before I go. Check out this video. NICE. Cool shits. Stuff i wanted to say but didn’t manage to say. Yea.

This is a short film directed by local director Jacen Tan. Pretty cool for a local film if u ask me.

And coming up next, we have Ivan Yeow who will share his thoughts about the rising cost of living in Singapore (as well as his thoughts on Hip hop MPs and MDA’s Rap). This is Ivan, and you’re listening to Radio Heatwave. It’s what you want.

Everytime we turn the lights out.

Love hanging out with the fellas. 
A typical conversation will be like. 

Jon: You know I’ve got this friend’s sister who clubs a lot. So one day her bf made her pissed and she went clubbing with her group of guy friends. So they dance dance dance and all of them got pretty high. And her drink got drugged.

Next thing she knows, she wakes up in a hotel room with many used condoms around her.

Deyang (nods his head): Nice.

Stanley (nods): Nice.

Eugene(smirks): Nice. 

Me: Nice. 

Jeremy: … … Does she have to pay for the hotel room? 

:D:D 

I’m sorry.

 
 Not finding excuses here. But My friends and I will always be finding something intelligent to say when someone says something.
Constantly throwing one-liners and insults at each other. I’m probably so fucking competitive that I have to win a “one-liner-insult-contest”, that I don’t know if people actually do get angry when I say guailan things. I’m too used to throwing insults at people.
And I usually don’t mean what I say. In fact, I didn’t mean it at all. Not one bit. Nope. Serious.

Emo Elmo.

Went around reading blogs. Went to blogs of people in my secondary school and poly and all. 

I was just remembered how simple things were a few years ago.

When there was no backstabbing, tight deadline, bitching and talking about who can work and who can’t 

When people were not obsessed with judging and you were just friends with everyone.

When everyone around is not obsessed with being emo and wondering why their life suck more than other’s. (hence giving them the right to whine and bemoan about everyone and everything)

When outings were schedule everyday after school.  

They were right when they said in primary school that of all years of my youth, secondary school will be the most fun( pardon the grammar, I really can’t be bothered) . 

I don’t like the way some things turned out here in my life.

I don’t like the back to back deadlines.

I don’t like how everything is so plasticky.

I dont like the endless pursuit of higher ground and hope you don’t fall once you’re on top.

I don’t like the fact how we are not supposed to show our weakness and put on a false front.

I don’t like the way some friends have become.

I HATE all the bitching that’s around and how I just take part in it as well.   

But at the end of the day. This is a choice I’ve made and I’ll stick to it.  

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