Violence was never the way go.
It should never be.
And should a fist land on his face.
Forgive me.

I watched the the 1988 Seoul Olympics Documentary last night.
Amazing how after every race, everyone would hug one another, black or white, win or lose. And the hugs were so sincere.
Unlike the ones I see today, superficial ones thrown around. Fame has really gotten to the minds of certain athletes.
Till the extent that racial harmony was put aside for the personal glory. Good on you if you have the winning mentality, but how good is it when you treat your fellow athletes with disrespect.

I wanna talk about religion and Malaysian Muslims but i figured it's way too sensitive.
Ban the Non-Muslims from using the term "Allah" ? Ridiculous.

Anyways, walking to school today, i saw an elderly Muslim couple alighting from a cab in front of the Mosque,which is opposite my school.
Seeing the old man,with his walking stick, standing there makes me question my own faith in my religion. Not only did he have to travel by taxi, he needed another man from the mosque to help him walk up the small kerb and into the mosque. But he still made it, he made the effort to go to mosque to perform Friday Prayers. And there i was, young,fit and energetic,walking away from the mosque, telling myself,"i've got school to attend." Ashamed,i am, of my own self.

"The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be constantly fearing you will make one."

ruinorrapture i never knew i could do this.

i can't seem to let go.

 i think i'm going to abandon eljay for the time being.
and go back to blogger.

It scares me.
To know how much I mean to you.
And you mean just as much to me, if not more.
I don't wanna lose you.
Not yet.

It's way past eleven.
and girl,
you still shine like heaven.




oh gee, does heaven really shine.

Haven't been posting here for quite awhile.

Grey skies, and white lies.
Don't you think it's time,
to exchange our goodbyes?





gee, i know i'm not those kinda people good with words.
all these book/novel/song worthy eljay posts just aren't my thing, you dig?

I hate it when close ones doubt my abilities.
Cause i'm a private student doesn't make me any less worthy.
Heck, I know i'm better than most poly kids.

Tell me you meant every word you said then.
But you're not putting your words into action.
You wouldn't care if i did that,
you wouldn't care at all.

Sometimes, i let myself get so affected by personality tests answers.
You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. You break a lot of hearts.
But i can't help it, because it's true.

I really wish sometimes, the words won't fit.
I wouldn't know what to say to you,to anyone.

You are pathetic.
Like seriously.

Just as i thought the day would get better meeting Chess and all.
My mom just had to spoil it.

I care way too much to let go.
Cause I know, she'll only hurt more.
And you are not making this,
any easier.
For so long, she's been carrying a torch.
For you, cause you are her life.
And her heart,beats for no one but you.
We all see it, i know you do too.

Cause when you break her,
you break me.
So please, let the past stay dead.

Day was good.
Minus the long waits for the damn buses.
When NP for RC5 small gathering, and i had fun fun fun.
Good.
Missed the last 74 from KAP, so i took 52.
Alighted at Bishan and walked home.
Stopped at Ang Mo Kio and called Rosy and My sister.
She wasn't home, so i couldn't get her to pay my cab fare.
So i continued walking home, nice.
Took me about one hour and forty minutes.
Calves are aching.
Oh, did i mention,
my phone died while i was in 52,

Mom was a bitch. a total bitch.

i really can't stand teens going to all these underage/mixed-age parties.
especially the underage ones.
you're not even done with secondary school, don't even fucking think about it lah.
gosh, waste twenty bucks on the entry fee, enter some club that feels more like a wet market.
what dance floor,it's like sardines packed in a can.
what is wrong with waiting till you're 18.
you go around, "dude,Zirca was fucking awesome","Supperclub was sick!"," Zouk was maddd"
What is so fucking fun being in a place so packed,you can't even dance.
I can get the same amount of packed=ness in train ride during peak hours.
Underage clubbing are for fucking pussies.
It's kids like you that give clubbing in general, a bad image.

Smoking and drinking are different altogether, thanks.