Run.

i am who you maneuver

i am just a simple puppet,
my love for you the strings
your words and actions the fingers
that control even what i think
enchanted by your charm
my wooden knees would give way
weak am i whence hearing your words
oh how my heart would sway.
but i am just your puppet
where did my heart come from?
maybe i do not have a heart
oh please tell me i am wrong.
these feelings i have for you
are the only things keeping me alive
if you tell me i have no heart at all
i just might finally die.

TIED TO A STRING

- EasterBunny-
{ puppet is 14 years and growing. }
{ found in singapore. }
{ trained in cat high. }
{ loved.heartbrokened. }

- yearns -
{ a new life. }
{ better bass skills. }
{ good friends. }
{ a coupon for slacking. }

- dreads -
{ loneliness. }
{ hard work. }
{ being accused. }
{ homework. }

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

alas, the ending of a blog is painful. it has so many memories, some i'd love to bring with, some that hurt too much to. but no matter, the end of one is the start of another, in this case, www.faceuptoit4862.blogspot.com! thats my new blog so if u do wan to keep reading the crap i write, go there! remember, www.faceuptoit4862.blogspot.com! (lol, like some advertisment)

Thursday, July 30, 2009

love is a mysterious thing, but only if u allow it to be. just like a rubix cube. to those who know not the secret, its perpetually troubling and impossible to solve. to those who do, it becomes a bore, or at least, there is little joy as the simple fixed formula just sucks the joy out of it. this is a perfect example of when the journey is more important than the destination.

rather than search for the absolute key to getting the girls (or guys, if you're a lady... or even if you're a guy too) , isn't it better to let it go on its own? rather than search for ways to attract girls, isn't it better to suit one whom u truly love?

i don't know, some say they're sick of getting rejected and/or dumped. but so what. no one can cycle after just touching the handlebars for the first time. no one can run before they learn to crawl. no one can shoot three pointers after seeing the hoop for the first time. no one can play hysteria (or runaway) after running their fingers along bass strings for the first time. sure, u may have been rejected 4, 5 times. but true love is as elusive as the dewdrops on a blade of grass when the sun has risen. it's there, but not easily found.

"God gives us challenges, only if he's sure we can face them with faith, and overcome them with determination."

*i'm not a Christian. no offence.

anyway, for the daily video section (i've got a daily video section? when'd that happen?), its a video by Jamiroquai, singing Runaway, live at Abbey Road. (pay close attentio to the funky bassline! love it :D) anyways, this video proves that the weirdest people make the coolest music.

out.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

the blur of the focused
the burn of the freezing

the hope of the damned

the joy of the grieving

the pain of the numb

the hate of the virtuous

the love of the cynic.

nah, i'm feeling good. i know havent blogged in a long time, so hope at least some people still read? haha. will start slow for now.

transformers was great... by which i mean the effects. all the bots looked great! love the detail and the action scene! best was when optimus took on all three(four?) decepticons! that one was epic.

now,for a list of quotes from the movie:
'I'll Take You All On!'
'That Guy Is An Ass-Hole.'
'The Matrix Of Leadership Is Not Obtained(i think?), It's Earned.'
'I Want You To Pull The Blue Handle!'
'That's 'Cause You're A Wussy!'

And the theme's great. especially the funky little riff in the middle. the drums and stuff throughout really gives a sense of scale, of impact. really resonates with the movie. love it.

epic.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Maybe...

Monday, February 16, 2009

It was instant, sudden, and inexplicable. She walked by, smiling and talking, like any other girl he had seen, like any other girl he knew. And yet... different. Different. John's eyes followed her, stunned and shocked. Not so much by her beauty, for while she was by no means displeasing to the eye, neither was she the prettiest girl he'd seen. Her beauty came from somewhere else, not just from her appearance. And to him, she was the most exquisite, most delicate, most alluring of all. Quietly and silently, he looked at her. And at that very moment, it was all he needed. John was happy, simply looking on, as she passed him by.

Who is she? he wondered before long. John was, as always, watching her from far, accepting the fact that anything more, would spoil it. But he longed to know her name, to know her. She was quiet, but cheerful, smart, but humorous, beautiful, but humble. He knew she had her flaws, he knew she couldn't be perfect. He knew she couldn't be what he imagined her to be. But he loved her all the same. All these he knew from observation, and with each passing day, he felt more and more drawn towards her. I must know her name! he thought. At the very least, her name.

'Jenny.' John whispered as he stared longingly at the name list. Running one finger across her name, he felt fulfilled, satisfied. 'Jenny.'

Later that afternoon, John was studying after school with his classmates and, to his extreme joy, she came too. She sat at a different table from him, with her friends. John rummaged around in his bag and took out his maths homework. He resolved himself to finish 10 questions at the very least. But before long, before finishing his first question, he was distracted and hopelessly captivated by her. He stole glances at her, whenever she wasn't looking. Her every smile, her every laugh, her every action was infinitely more interesting than what kind of graph y=x+6 will give. She curled her fringe around her finger sweetly, and John smiled subconsciously. Screw maths.

'Hey.'

'Hi. You're John, right?'

'Yeah.' he laughed. She remembers! 'And i believe you're Jenny?'

'Why yes!' she laughed too, exquisitely, delicately, beautifully.

John smiled as he looked into her eyes and he knew, he was in love.

The next few months flew by, and John and Jenny grew closer. They talked on anything, everything. Sometimes he would still steal glances at her, and while she rarely looked his way, John was content. He spoke to her often, as often as he dared, and it was before long that the topic of love came up. John was apprehensive about this, especially of the irony of it.

'So, Jenny... You have anyone you like?' John asked cheekily, but his heart was pounding in his chest. Would she have someone else? Would she have already loved another? Would his heart be able to take the blow?

'Hmmm,' she looked thoughtful. 'If i tell you, you must tell me who you like!'

John expected this, and was unfazed. Fine, he'll face it head on! 'Sure.'

'Well... I used to like this guy back last year...' John's heart sank. 'But i don't like him anymore.' She smiled that captivating smile of hers. John's spirits rose, but just for a bit.

'No one now? Not at all?' John pushed, and hoped to God it wasn't a bad decision.

'Nope. But i have a good impression of someone though.'

'Who?'

'Like I'll tell you! So hurry up! Who do you like?' She smiled again.

John bit into his lower lip. Should he tell her now? Was it time? He didn't want it to drag. It was like a heavy weight on him everyday. To finally get it off his chest... was it worth risking rejection?

'How about this, I'll tell you if we go out for lunch.'

'Fine. But I want ice cream!'

'Ok, ok.' John laughed. He was glad he dodged this bullet, but he can't keep running forever, right?

Chocolate ice cream dripped from her spoon as she looked straight at him. John looked right back, with as serious a face he could manage. His hands were trembling, his lips wavering. An excuse, a denial, a simple 'i was joking' threatened to burst out of his mouth at any moment. It was better than seeing her like this, so troubled, so pained.

'I have... track. I better get going.' Jenny bit into her lower lip and stood up. She slung her bag over one slender, perfect shoulder. John remained sitting, and looked straight down at his shoes. He musn't back out now, not after telling her. But the friendship... John clenched his knuckles as he held his left hand in his right. What if we can't even be friends? He listened intently as she left quietly.

Was it over?

John cupped his face in his hands, and cursed himself. Why? Why did he have to go and spoil what they had, however little it was. They were good friends by then, and a good friend is harder to find than a diamond amongst coal. John knew this very well. And yet... And yet... He bit hard into his lower lip, holding back his tears, determined not to let them flow forth. No...

And his phone rang.

John ignored it. Drowning in his sorrow, the last thing he needed was a message from his mum reminding him to be home earlier. But his phone rang incessantly, in want of John's attention. Finally, John swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and flipped open his phone. Inside was a single message.

'I like you too.'

Happy? Finished liao la! Anything after this... use your imagination!

Friday, January 16, 2009

" really want to blog about something interesting but nothing funny as been happening lately. sighs.

Oh wait. a few days ago gran eddie and i were slacking under eddie's block and there was this guy whom we called The WAlkman ™. he is kinda crazy and loves to walk around the neighbourhood decked out in his blue berms with dragon pictures and more often then not, a totally not matching top. oh yah, a sling bag too.

oh yah, he looks like the landlord from kung fu hustle, with the hair and the moustache.

<----------- the sex we were just slacking and it already walked pass us 4 times. on the 4th time, we realised it and were like wth ?

eddie then explain that this guy is a little crazed. loves to walk arnd for nothing and loves to take lifts for fun . cos eddie heard from his mum who in turn heard from her friends that he loves to fart in the lift . like from 1st floor fart till 11 floor.

also he wears high socks, and i mean HIGH, cos it almost reaches his knees.
wanna know what he use his socks for ?

he shove a beer can down one sock and a pack of cigarettes down the other . damn wtf funny.

then u can hear him from a distance as he walks towards u, due to the faint clinking of his keys....

we 3 then set off to watch where the Walkman™ goes....(from a safe distance of course, in case he farts). we hid behind a wall and watched.
and he walked damn straight , straight into the lift of the next block and took the lift UP. HAHAHA. i mean straight. damn straight. no sidestepping.

after like 10 mins, who knows what he did up there, he came back down wtihout his slingbag LOL. and walked towards us. and we faster run away.

followed him again and he went walking or should i say striding, damn far away.
like to the end of the world. we just waited for him near the fitness corner. and after 10 mins he came back lol.

followed him again and were safely behind him when he took a turn to the right at this T-junction.

we lost sight of him as our view was obsructed from damn a big block of wall. then like 2 secs later he suddenly turn 180 degrees and walked backwards. wth gave us a shock.

anyway watch out for this Walkman whenever u ppl come khatib. you dont wanna go near this guy who walks for a living, take joyride in lifts, and shove beer cans down their socks. "

i quote this from my friend,dx's (The Shit King) blog. its a true story, and i feel severely traumatized by it. a point dx forgot to describe is how...horrifying it was. cos...ok,u guys play video games right? so. depending on the game u play, u might or might not have encountered this. but one game i once played(resident evil) had this big guy who u just can't kill. like,u can use a goddamn shotgun and the sonofagun just wouldn't die(btw,u might be thinking why dun use rocket launcher?i couldn't find one,thats why).

so. this guy would just chiong after u and u just can't kill or stop him.and u noe if he catches u, u might as well off the damn game,cos u're screwed. so, the Walkman is just like him. we couldnt let him spot us, like, if he spot us he'll come after us with those steady walking feet. then,we cant stop him or anything. it was just terrifying. so yeah, as with the post above, be careful if u're ever in Khatib. below is a description of his characteristics. i hope it helps.

--1.65 meters tall. around there anyways.
--long hair in ponytail.
--moustache.
--small eyes- ah bloody hell. just look at the picture above.
--blue Bermudas with swirly patterns, not really confirmed if they are dragons.
*note:this seems to be the only 'default' piece of clothing.as in, he never takes it off. never. he often changes into brightly coloured shirts to try and draw attention away form his blue Bermudas, so as to catch people off
guard.
--blue jacket worn backwards.
*note:this is not like his blue Bermudas and can be taken off at will, if the weather is warm.
--various foreign(and usually useless) objects in his socks, hands, or pants. seriously.
*note:Walkman™ was once spotted with an empty coke bottle in his pants. in the FRONT of his pants, with the top sticking out. seriously. no joke.
--and of course, his walk. his walk is probably the most characteristic aspect of this rare specimen.its hard to describe, but lets just say its a cross between a human being and a chimpanzee.

*****IN ANY CASE, AVOID AT ALL COSTS, ONLY ATTEMPT TO OBSERVE FROM A DISTANCE!!!!!*****

and Walkman™, if you're actually reading this...

ok. nvm. that would mean he's not walking, which is like, impossible. cos he's like, the Walkman™. Yeah.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

i think that people who like to constantly ring the bell when they're riding a bike, assholes.

cos,i mean, if i'm in your path, and you wanna ring your bell to alert me, ok, ring it once, twice and i'll get out of your way. ringing your bell multiple times doesn't:

A)Make me move faster.
B)Show off your rapid bell-ringing skills.
C)Stack with multiple people.*

*doesnt mean,the more people infront of you, the more times you gotta ring your bell. you ring it twice,everyone hears it twice.stupid cyclists.

I'm plenty pissed with all those people who rapid ring their bike bells, as if it was their first time on a bike and the novelty of ringing the bell brings them bundles of joy. I'd list an example, but its kinda redundant. I'm sure lots of people also got experience before lor.

...

ok,i'll list an example.
I forgot when, but me and a couple of my friends were walking to j8. so we were like, taking up the whole road. not exactly the most considerate action but we kinda big group. then walk walk,i suddenly heard this bell ring behind me. for the sake of my point, i'll attempt to illustrate the situation.

1st ring: i turned back to look and moved to the side
2nd ring: tell friends to move to side.
3rd ring:still telling firends to move to side
4th ring:everyone walking on the side
5th ring:everyone walking on the side
6th ring:everyone walking on the side
7th ring:everyone walking on the side
8th ring:everyone walking on the side
9th ring:everyone walking on the side

see a pattern?

u ring twice,i know le.then i'll move, and if my friends haven't,i'll tell them to.you keep ringing it,i'll just get pissed off. i wasn't sure if it was during that particular encounter, but i remember that there are times when i actually shouted after the guy who passed me stuff like, 'Woa! Ring bell like damn fun! I also wan!' or 'Wa, first time ride bike ah? Ring ring ring ring ring. Very fun hor.'

ok,u might think i shout this kind of thing damn childish,and so i apologise. but i won't stop cos i think such people really are goddamn irritating and annoying. don't you?

one type of people i find irritating are those who like.... ok,example,easier to understand.

'hey, John! you wanna go down to the court for basketball?'

'hmmm, maybe. is Rick going?'

'ok,i'll ask. hey, Rick! you wanna go b-ball?'

'oh. b-ball ah. is Jack going?'

'ok,i'll ask. hey, Jack! you wanna play ball?'

'sorry dude, i can't make it.'

'its alright then. hey Rick, Jack can't go leh.'

'oh. then i don't wanna go le.'<-----Leaner 'what? dun like that leh. hey John, Rick not going le leh.' 'serious? then i dun think i wan lor.' <-----Leaner did you understand that?in other words, Rick didn't go for basketball cos Jack couldn't go, and John didn't go because Rick didn't want to. I think people like these are unavoidable, but still, ultimately annoying.i can totally identify with the mentality,that, if this guy doesn't go, i don't wanna go anymore. i was like that. but then after i tried organizing stuff, only to have it cancelled cos one person couldn't go, i realised how completely disgusting and annoying such behaviour is. so i've resolved to do my best not to be a leaner. and i hope people will understand that, even without a particular person, so long as you want to, you still can have fun. spare a thought for others who might be looking forward to the outing, but because of your own baseless selfishness has to lose the opportunity. stuff like movies, lan, basketball or any other type of outing are to be enjoyed with a group of friends. so i don't see how big a difference would it make if your best friend couldn't go. so please, while i understand how these people see it, but spare a thought for others, and look forward to the fun, don't think outings would be boring simply because there isn't a particular guy. cos, i mean, everyone surely has had the bad experience of cancelling on outings cos of leaners, right?