Hey thanks! thanks for the skin!
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Cleaning Out My Closet Tonight
MOM! It's broadband mom... you'll still pay 80 bucks even if you don't turn on the router. So by telling me not to use will just be burning 80 bucks away. And DAD! I may be rude BUT AT LEAST talk to me before you buy any tech stuff. It just makes me feel feel bad cos it's sth that i can prevent. GUILT.
I need to buy a new pair of running shoes man. My New Balance has holes on the same place as my smallest toe nail. [too sharp? :P] I was thinking of getting an Adidias but my friends say that nike is better or sth else. Yeah. See first lah. Thinking of buying nike so that it would sync to an iPod. But wait, i don't have an iPod... I think i'll just get adidas... do they support child labour cos I DON'T!
Running charmed me a year ago but soccer was in my blood since i was P4. I simply just like the predator. I already have a blue F15 but i need a predator for my soccer franchise... i like it to be strong. Not speed. But since i don't use the F15 for playing, a show off in the streets is all i need. striking blue...
But of course, I will surely need this: AN EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE! I need it man... my NJRC stuff and media eats up at least 30GB... and i only have 55 in my mac... gosh. i'm thinking of getting the Lacie Rugged All-Terain HD but they say it's pretty ex. I was thinking of getting a 500gb under $200. Most 500gb models are bulky and not shock resistance. So maybe a 200gb, shock resistance, bus-powered and the most important thing, a run for my buck. Not too expensive please!
I need to buy a new pair of running shoes man. My New Balance has holes on the same place as my smallest toe nail. [too sharp? :P] I was thinking of getting an Adidias but my friends say that nike is better or sth else. Yeah. See first lah. Thinking of buying nike so that it would sync to an iPod. But wait, i don't have an iPod... I think i'll just get adidas... do they support child labour cos I DON'T!
Running charmed me a year ago but soccer was in my blood since i was P4. I simply just like the predator. I already have a blue F15 but i need a predator for my soccer franchise... i like it to be strong. Not speed. But since i don't use the F15 for playing, a show off in the streets is all i need. striking blue...
But of course, I will surely need this: AN EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE! I need it man... my NJRC stuff and media eats up at least 30GB... and i only have 55 in my mac... gosh. i'm thinking of getting the Lacie Rugged All-Terain HD but they say it's pretty ex. I was thinking of getting a 500gb under $200. Most 500gb models are bulky and not shock resistance. So maybe a 200gb, shock resistance, bus-powered and the most important thing, a run for my buck. Not too expensive please!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Get Ready
I hate swear words. They don't solve a thing and will just make the situation worst. So that's why I hate using swear words. In fact, I make sure that I don't use them in any way. But coming from a class of ruffians last year, it's really hard to keep that 'skill' at bay. If I remember correctly, I used them like there's no one's business last year. I only decided to kick my habits at the start of this year. Late as it may be but it's sure better than never!
I still use them but not always. If I use them, it'll be the time when I am EXTREMELY angry. But I bet that there's a chance my 'wrath' won't be an effective one. I'm the kind who's quiet and inactive. [Yes, inactive...] Look at me now. I'm active but I am lame, boastful, defiant, short-tempered, evil, theorised and just plain NOT-BEING-MYSELF. I don't know why I'm like this. Is it because of her? It must be. It has been quite a while since that day but she's still in my mind. I must tell myself that she's going away now. I just won't listen.
Yes, I'm being emo. In fact, I think emo stuff should be inside a diary, not to be shared openly. But I want you to know that I'm in a lot of shit. So don't disturb me. Crap... the world complicated with problems ad obstacles. I don't like it but without challenges, what's life for? That's sth I like. Don't understand? Well that's why I call myself a paradoxical child...
I still use them but not always. If I use them, it'll be the time when I am EXTREMELY angry. But I bet that there's a chance my 'wrath' won't be an effective one. I'm the kind who's quiet and inactive. [Yes, inactive...] Look at me now. I'm active but I am lame, boastful, defiant, short-tempered, evil, theorised and just plain NOT-BEING-MYSELF. I don't know why I'm like this. Is it because of her? It must be. It has been quite a while since that day but she's still in my mind. I must tell myself that she's going away now. I just won't listen.
Yes, I'm being emo. In fact, I think emo stuff should be inside a diary, not to be shared openly. But I want you to know that I'm in a lot of shit. So don't disturb me. Crap... the world complicated with problems ad obstacles. I don't like it but without challenges, what's life for? That's sth I like. Don't understand? Well that's why I call myself a paradoxical child...
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Skeletons In Her Closet
This is a long post.
I have a friend who blogs really well. I don't know whether it's her proficiency in english or her 'really vivid' life that gives her the edge. But what I do know is that she is one though girl. She has control of her life and is determine to change anything that is wrong. Her will never dies and even though she has spoken of many 'unpleasant emo' stuff, she stands out of the crowd with a burning desire to live.
I salute you girl!
Look at this blog. It's fake. It uses someone else's skin. It copies the emo words of many. The most outstanding one is none other than the presence of a damped will. It's also VERY emotional. It has no desire to live or so whatever. Everything it has worked for slips thru the fingers like sand. The hands are tainted with blood of guilt and failure. Too dirty. Even the cold morning air is cleaner. So clean that every breath is like a good puff. At the end of it all, it sees an incoming car a few meters away. It's willing to lose it all.
On my way back home yesterday, I saw a car coming. I was at a junction, waiting for it to pass before I cross but half of me didn't want to. Half of me wants to end it all. Cos everything that I have worked for is gone. Vanished. Vanished to a state of humiliation, failure, guilt and...
I don't know. I just want to give up but I can't be like that. I want to be the best. I don't want to dissapoint my family, my friends, my teachers, myself. So what do I do?
I have a friend who blogs really well. I don't know whether it's her proficiency in english or her 'really vivid' life that gives her the edge. But what I do know is that she is one though girl. She has control of her life and is determine to change anything that is wrong. Her will never dies and even though she has spoken of many 'unpleasant emo' stuff, she stands out of the crowd with a burning desire to live.
I salute you girl!
Look at this blog. It's fake. It uses someone else's skin. It copies the emo words of many. The most outstanding one is none other than the presence of a damped will. It's also VERY emotional. It has no desire to live or so whatever. Everything it has worked for slips thru the fingers like sand. The hands are tainted with blood of guilt and failure. Too dirty. Even the cold morning air is cleaner. So clean that every breath is like a good puff. At the end of it all, it sees an incoming car a few meters away. It's willing to lose it all.
On my way back home yesterday, I saw a car coming. I was at a junction, waiting for it to pass before I cross but half of me didn't want to. Half of me wants to end it all. Cos everything that I have worked for is gone. Vanished. Vanished to a state of humiliation, failure, guilt and...
I don't know. I just want to give up but I can't be like that. I want to be the best. I don't want to dissapoint my family, my friends, my teachers, myself. So what do I do?
Sunday, September 23, 2007
We
We spent our days together being apart. I see you beside me, cheering me. You see me as a person. Just a person. I can't touch you but I can feel your presence. I always wonder where you are and what you think. at my times of trouble, i always think of you. you ease my mind. you're my light at the end of the tunnel.
you're my zephyr.
I can't hold you. I can't brush your hair. I can't kiss you. I can't call you mine. it's only you that can fix all these. I know caling you mine can never happen but at least say you know what i think. i want to make you my goal... is that ok?
argh.
you're my zephyr.
I can't hold you. I can't brush your hair. I can't kiss you. I can't call you mine. it's only you that can fix all these. I know caling you mine can never happen but at least say you know what i think. i want to make you my goal... is that ok?
argh.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Random Pictures...
My Pens...
: 0 all my NJRC 2007 stuff in one folder... man, i REALLY need to buy an external hard drive...
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