The Road to Success is always Under Construction.

When you're sick, most of the time you cannot be bothered about things you will usually be bothered about. Like for example, if you have a flu, you won't really be bothered about anything else except for your nose. Your nose gets priority.

Let me give you a clearer example.

I woke up this morning, before my alarm clock rang, (miracle!) feeling as horrible as i have been since wednesday. My voice changes at will, and hopefully i will not have another hiccup relapse.

So after struggling to consume my daily partake of bread(no pun intended), My dad dropped my Mom and I off at Marsiling MRT station. Both of them were puzzled to why i was wearing such a thick sweater. In true fact, it was the only one i had with me, in Singapore, that is. I have a thinner jacket in Sydney.

Anyway, back to the main point. I was probably the only person in the cabin who was feeling cold. I couldn't bother where i was standing, i just wanted to rest. Maybe i shouldn't have come to school, i thought.

It was only upon reaching school that i remembered that SP was doing the 'SARS' routine. Yes, the checking of temperatures via monitor.

Walking past them because i was breaking in cold sweat, i failed to see my classmate who was walking RIGHT NEXT TO ME. Joanne turned her head, as i turned mine, and two surprised faces bade hello.

Just typing down my thoughts on this gloomy friday morning, which actually turned out not so gloomy after all.

I'd like to end with this random quote.

A Man is Lucky if He is the First Love of a Woman.
A Woman is lucky if She is the Last Love of a Man.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Does time heal all? Or does just time stand still when you feel like you want to recuperate, or rejuvenate? Such a question is posed in my head daily. Waking up everyday is already a luxury to some, and yet all of us take it for granted. Well, we are human beings after all. Temptation, Procrastination and Elimination is nothing but imminent.

Just something i'd like to 'pen' down.

Saturday, July 04, 2009

They say TIME waits for no man. but GOD is waiting.. and waiting.. and waiting.. and when he's done with waiting? He waits some more. I'm not just talking about Christianity here, i'm addressing Religion as a whole.

If we all knew how much GOD wanted us, we would never be able to explain to him how much we want Him in comparison.

that's a little bite-sized revelation i got today.

In addition, here is a mini story i came across.

A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said:
"No, Dad. You hold my hand."
"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father.

"There's a big difference," replied the little girl.
"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours...

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Okay, so i've done a whole lot of thinking these past few days, and now i've narrowed the whole hoo-ha down into one word.

Confidence.

P.S. Jazzy is linked. ;) if you know what i mean. haha.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

18 days and 21 guns.

that's the title of two songs that i currently like. 18 days by Saving Abel, and 21 guns by Green Day. 21 guns is the Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen Soundtrack. The movie was awesome!

on a side note,

Mac Firefox obviously cannot support the format of blogger.com. So i'm using safari to blog.

I kind of forgot what i wanted to post, but i'll just take the bits and scraps from my head that i still remember.

So, in case anyone doesn't know, my grandfather passed away on tuesday, 23rd June 2009, 2 days before The King of Pop, Michael Jackson.

Or rather, that is how me and my dad found him on the 23rd. 'Asleep' on his bed. No forensics done, but my guess is that he probably died for 1 or 2 days and NOBODY KNEW.

Such an oxymoron, that people don't bother about a person until they are really gone. But what hit me wasn't the gory stuff i saw, nor was it the compassion that i had for my grandfather to see him go off in such a state, but my mom. She never failed to cry ever since day 1 of the wake. And it's quite true that when you see people cry or laugh, you will most probably experience that emotion too.

I have no idea why i'm putting this in small font, but school is starting once again in a few hours! At first i was being so stereotypical, "shit shit, school is starting. damn!"

then i told myself, i actually like school compared to rotting at home doing absolutely nothing.

Transformers 2: Revenge of the fallen.

Great movie, greater continuation of storyline. I personally feel that this sequel was much more 'Transformers-Orientated', if you know what i mean.

Looking on at megan fox during the movie, i suddenly thought of someone. I guess this is how movies earn respect and likeness. It makes people think, especially about themselves.

Steven Spielberg + Michael Bay = Top-Notch Collaboration.

Goodnight everyone, School'sa starting and so is work(not me).

Fo Shaw.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Class BBQ! Had one of the best times of my life just eating and talking. Maybe because something else was clogged in my mind.

WARNING. This post is very heavy. Please do not read anymore if you do not want to experience shock, misery, or any other spiralling emotion.

Woke up at 8 30, and went for breakfast with my dad. We decided to visit my grandfather since we haven't visited him since thursday. After opening the door, we found him 'asleep'. Went closer to make sure. And yes, he was. Probably a few days already, because i saw ants around his eyes. It was a sight not meant for human eyes. It was inappropiate. It was unacceptable. But it was the truth. My maternal grandfather had passed away on his bed. Hopefully in his sleep.

Okay enough said. I'm leaving today's post with one sentence:

Death ends a Life, Not a Relationship.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Procrastination.

that's what i did ever since the last post until now. Contemplating if i wanted to change a skin. Well eventually i came to a good one, but like most other skins, the picture's link is broken. i tried to host it myself on photobucket, but to no avail.

On top of that fact, mozilla firefox on Mac really turns blogger haywire, and you can't get the skins in text format with Mac.

Well, if you want to see what the missing picture looks like, the link is here http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=225363&action=Preview

On a side note, please take a look at this. it's a production done by my friend's friend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5h52_ssUsvY

I personally think its very amazing, and i will disclose the details to only when you look at the video yourself.

P.S. alot of notes are made in today's post.

Note to self: Please sit down and start finding out about yourself.

I have removed my playlist from my blog, as i myself thought it became irritating after awhile.

i'll end off with this blurp.

You know what the greatest tragedy is in the whole world?
It's all the people who never find out what it is they really want to do or what it is they're really good at.
It's all the sons who become blacksmiths because their fathers were blacksmiths.
It's all the people who could be really fantastic flute players but who grow old and die without ever seeing a musical instrument, and so they become bad ploughmen instead.
It's all the people with talents who never even find out. Maybe they are never even born in a time when it is possible to find out.
It's all the people who never get to find out what it is they really can be.
It's all the wasted chances.

- Terry Pratchett, from the book Moving Pictures