LikeACutInTheHeart.

Chapter 16.



She told him that it didn't matter anymore.
It confirmed his insecurities.

A leaf flew out of the stack he had kept. stumbled on the floor. face down.

it hurt that she didn't care. yet alone bother to say anything else.
"take care" - the final words.

He tumbled down, his mind losing hope. his lungs losing breath. This was the nightmare he had been avoiding.

He bit on the snake before. he knew that clearly. yet something overwhelming had come upon him.

He trembled. morphing into fits. hysteria. How had he failed?
It was the sufferer and his love. to suffer for love was one. to ache and pain in the process, and wrenching his own heart countless times was another.
The silence of the oppressed forced him not to say anything else.

Please. Don't.

The words found its way out. He lay there, in uncomfortable straits.

All else that she did was to turn back. and kicked him in the heart.
and go on.

the heart was numb. it had been. yet within this numbness lay the fine cracks of passion. passion that broke apart.
Hell was on earth. and earth was in hell.
He contemplated. and begged again. and again. never letting go.
She tried her best to shake him off. running, screaming, hurling.

In the end she gave up.
yes. she did not commit.

He smiled though. as he took it up for a gamble.
a gamble that had failed before. but he had learned.

the oppressed will always be silenced.
and the silenced, always oppressed.
He lay back as she walked away.
insecurities still plagued his heart, but what is a quarter against none.

he was silent.

EverythingElse.

The window clears after the rain.

It's been raining for so long. He said, as he stared into her souless eyes.
No response escapes from those lips of hers. Pale was her complexion.

The frost remains on those windows though, reminding him of the time where she once spoke.
Happier times. Supposedly.

He knelt down in solitude and prayed. On her, for her.
It was all he knew how to do. For the moment now to say the least.

Grant me the strength he whispered.
She carressed his hair. Yet there was something different about it.

It wasn't her skin, her touch or her breath.
She got up and walked through the door. For the last time.

He got up too. But chose to walk a different direction in the last minute.
His eyes welled up, his lungs inflamed from the constant screams from the past few days.

She left. He left. the world.

UsedTo.

I used to love you,
and cherish every moment,
till it ended, till it died,
I remembered every line that came from you.

Now you've decided to fade,
glamorously.
Slithering into the light.
And I embrace the fact that I still do feel the actual way I did.
Maybe I am a fool.

Blue?
I tell you black is the colour of
Songs and poems and jaded thoughts.
An apple once bitten never tastes the same.

I thought, I dreamt, I thought I saw you,
Its's ok you said,
and all the sweet memories turned bitter into the unknown.
Tempt fate once, again yet again.
Yet your memory stays the same.

Different colour,
different taste,
same person,
different grace.

I still remembered you.

Sleepless.

Sleepless Hue

A plague upon my thoughts.

Sleepless nights to sleep upon,

freckled to look like a fraud.

I can speak a thousand words,

yet only lie a hundred lies,

as my thoughts betray my actions,

as my actions betray my thoughts.

In one crimson spot.

To survive,

oh to survive,

in a mangled mess.

Yet I tangle myself in to feel more secure.

And the spineless cow misses me again.

I choked in vines of green.

I look upon the stars,

for guidance from the constellations.

Karma in the form of you.

In every form,

in a shade of a blue hue.

You became a shard in me,

piercing my lungs,

piercing my eyes,

piercing my tongue,

piercing my heart.

Yet a blackened memory to livid.

I remember you,

I remembered you.

I was trying to,

but you shattered in two.

HateAll.

These eyes will see through you,

will bleed through you,

yet i'll use thine eyes to see the truth.

This fight, is only mine,

as I step pass the line.

This is the word that breeds,

and here is the fall that shines.

The sacrifice of blood is what I'll keep.

Where all you haters sink, I shall feed.

Don't try to escape the struggle,

for all that culminates for tomorrow.

This is the world that lies,

a world where the fakes say goodbye.

The words is final as I seal my lips,

as I know the only thing that stays is me.

I am now the defined,

the hated and the unsuppressed.

Can this moment pay off?
With all the knifes in my back?

Yet what was done was done so sweetly,

I guess it has been decided,

and the only three words I have to say to you are

Fuck you now.

TheWordsAreSpoken.

A lingering thought through contentment,

words slip from the bottom lip.

Silence is not always golden,

actions that sashayed with the hips.

Violet vases all around,

love on its broken glass.

Crimson is not the word you chose to speak,

but murmurs of vapour from crass to class.

On angel's wings we once believed,

yet things are too far too hard.

Those were the belongings we chose to keep,

so the past shall stay the past.

100.

This is the end,
ye devils say.
This is when I know i'll be slayed.

Sin the first,
thus for the sin again,

torn in tethers by thy powers insane.

Call the crime,
henceforth cry by the line,
now's the first as the last one is framed.

Tripping on monologues,

voices in my head,
is this a beginning of the death of my name?

TheSearch.

Counting days and imagining numbers,
and the veins of my eyes with an outcry of blood.
I breathed in too hard,
too deep as I draw blanks,
I forgot to breathe out.

Entering the gates that beckon,
visionaries, missionaries speak.
They tell you of the life you once lived,
raving in the moment,
dying for the latter.

Spiraling downwards to a perception of life,
fire at my feet.
He proclaims that this is the first,
the course of the origin,
like the finest steel breeds from fire.
I stood in disillusionment.

They throw me up,
force feeding me the mouth of the recipient.
I return to despair.
Breathing out,
bleeding in,
bleeding out.

Numb to the sense,
numb to perceive,
as every bone crackled at me.
Thus the question.
Why am I still alive?

n-joi

Imagine.Thoughts.

The little things,
like a smile, or a wave of a hand,
sweet thoughts,
its ecstasy that runs in my brain,
like the wind from the ceiling fan.

I could deal with a little silliness,
I could sit down and whine,
drink some sweet honey,
and munch on nectarines,
yes nectarines are fine.

If the night permits,
i'll rip out a little star,
and if it be bright enough,
if it be kind,
you can use your camera,
and compare it with your smile that shines.

You can play the piano,
and i'll strum my guitar,
we'll compose our thoughts together,
maybe pen a word or two,
maybe it'll last forever,
just me and you.

So let it all go now,
the worries and the frown,
close your eyes for this one moment,
but don't look down.

Just smile.

n-joi

FullStop.

A levels are a bitch.

TheySaidIt.

If breathing is the obstacle,
then life is but death.
If nothing is but a term,
then something is but imprisonment.
If being is choosing to achieve,
then seeing is choosing to go on.
But when living is the only choice,
then we fall to forever.

KillingThem.

Selling my soul and my belief,
to kiss the one's devil by its feet.
And bow down to humiliation and shame,
for manipulated gratification,
for incarnate gains.

The will speaks to the heat,
of the reasons that decide deceit.
Now the noises seem to end,
into a rousing chorus that is harder to fend,
it breaks, it aches, it breaks.

Simultaneous solidification of the meaning the words,
tearing beyond logic,
finite finished verse.
The tale of one soul condemned to eternity,
one of happiness to do what the devil bids him.
Life farewell, formulas of hell.

A. A. A. A. A.

Killswitch.

Today, I GOT MY KILLSWITCH ENGAGE CD + DVD PACK! lol.

Had already listened to the songs in the album before it actually came out. The wonders of the internet. So here is my review.

If you're a KSE fan for the longest time, you'll probably like it, but not as much as the previous albums like The End Of Heartache, or maybe even Alive or Just Breathing.

With the highest expectations set up, especially after The End Of Heartache, it is really tough to fully appreciate this. They said this album would be different, even with Adam D being a co-producer instead of the producer, and venturing into a new sound. Well they did, and they did it pretty well.

If you're a first timer to KSE, listening to this record would probably make you drool. LOL.

I loved the songs in this latest album to a large extent, wishing that some songs had a bit more to it. But after listening to it a couple more times, I think it sounds good the way it is. Songs like Starting Over, Take Me Away, Save Me delivers what I loved about KSE. The romantic lyrics of falling in or out or even being in love. Yet with songs like The Reckoning, Never Again and The Forgotten, KSE shows their heavy impact. Though not up to their old standards, this album is pretty darn good.

It's been playing in my MP3 for more than a week now. LOL. I have yet to see the DVD and hear the 4 bonus tracks, which I will update later, but i'm really hoping for MORE ADAM D ANTICS. lol. A KSE DVD without him is like Chicken Rice without the chili sauce (I don't like it. LOL.), as seen in his disappearance at the 2007 Download Festival. LOL. their 2009 Download appearance was good by the way. LOL.

In all, I like this album. And it makes me happy. KSE FTW!

n-joi

on the side note, i've started driving lessons. and it is damn fun. Also Mid years have ended and it doesnt look ALL TOO GOOD. lol. ;p

Transformed.

I just came back today from watching Transformers 2, Revenge of the Fallen.

and it kinda sucked.

It was like watching the whole first movie again. The new added character's were given little screen time, or sometimes just didn't make sense. here is my analysis.

Yes, transformer fans would know who the fallen is, and know that he has only been mentioned two to three times in Transformers history. To make it worse, THEY HAD TO MAKE THE FALLEN LOOK LIKE SHIT. I MEAN, WHAT WAS WITH HIS SCEPTER? BULL. CRAP. AND GAY.

Jetfire/Skyfire is supposed to be cool. NOT SOME OLD HAGGARD SHIT. It was cool he and Optimus linked up. that was about it.

Ironhide, one of the nicest looking characters in the movie version had SO LITTLE SCREEN TIME. AND HE HAD TO BACK SAM UP LIKE THE FIRST MOVIE. I MEAN, COME ON MAN?!!?!

Optimus Prime got more screen time, that was rad. BUT before he got "killed" he was seen cruising with a WHOLE JEAN GANG OF AUTOBOTS. WHERE WERE THEY!??!!? And his ABOUT A MINUTE TRASHING OF THE FALLEN, STARSCREAM AND MEGATRON WAS THE EPIC OF ALL GAYNESS. ESPECIALLY SINCE THE WHOLE FINAL FIGHT SCENE HAD GONE ON FOREVER.

SOUNDWAVE IS MY FAVOURITE DECEPTICON. AND WHAT DID THEY DO TO HIM. NOTHING. HE WAS JUST SOME STUPID SATELLITE STUCK UP THERE IN SPACE. YES, the idea of him releasing Ravage was wicked. BUT HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING ELSE. AND HIS VOICE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE G1 like. HE OF ALL DECEPTICONS SHOULD HAVE BEEN GIVEN A PIVOTAL ROLE.

DEMOLISHER was as UGLY AS HELL. how did he go from a small excavator to A BLARDY HUGE BOT?!!?!

How bout Devastator, or the constructicons. he was cool as hell. BUT HOW DID HE DIE? He got blasted by some lame ass shitty laser thingy. THAT WAS GAY.

Mudflap and Skids were so cool. Especially when they fought with Devastator. BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM?! NO ONE KNOWS. WELL DONE.

And here is to all the other autobots and decepticons who had little to no screen time thanks to Megan Fox and Shia Lebeouf. OH, and the soldiers, that goverment guy, the army military fighting scenes etc etc.

AND YES, about them.

They WERE SO TRYING TO PUT MEGAN FOX IN THE HOT AND SEXY POSITION. WELL GUESS WHAT. THEY FAILED. what made megan fox so hot in the first movie was the naturalness of her beauty. This time it was SO EXAGGERATED.

And SCREW THE MILITARY. THEY DID BULL IN THE MOVIE. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT TRANSFOMERS FIGHTING. NOT THE MILITARY. THEY HAD SOME UNKNOWN DECEPTICONS FIGHTING AT THE END. YOU KNOW WHO YOU COULD HAVE REPLACED THAT WITH. YOU KNOW WHO?!?!! HOW BOUT FREAKING SOUNDWAVE!?!?!?! OR SHOCKWAVE!?!?! damn it.

PLUS the ending fighting scene was SOOOOOOOOOOOO DRAGGY. AND SOOOOOOOOOOO NAGGY AND SOOOOOOOO LONG.

And for all our sakes, PLEASE HAVE MORE ROBOT FIGHTING SCENES. NOT human vs robots or planes vs robots.

Ok. but there were some good parts.

Mudflap and Skids. Wheelie. The intel guy at the Butcher store. The parents of Sam. Jetfire and Optimus combining. How potentially obscene the combination of the constructicons looked. Ironhide. Soundwave actually being able to appear. Optimus's extra screen time. Bumblebee's fighting scene at the final fight.

In all, this was worse than the first movie. probably a 5/6 out of 10.

LONG LIVE SOUNDWAVE. DECEPTICONS SUPERIOR!

StartingOver.

LoveLost

Every moment, every second.
A tragic tale for a tragic lie.
The bluntness of a fragile heart.
That beats beyond yonder.

A heartbeat, a stoned heart.
See what words won't measure.
Look beside the color green.
Carmine and Burgundy.

And so ends,
the end.
For it must die,
to return again...

or so she said.

RomanticNotions.

Stream of consciousness.
The standing of the test of time.
Lesser words.
But with the sudden inclination.
Quiet minutes.
Alike minds.
Pleasant surprises that ride.
Nothing more than a smile or two.
Heartbeats that tremble.
Breaths that fuse.
Looking deeper between the eyes.
One word or two.
Romantic notions.
For one to peruse.

Don'tYouWishYouWereAChildAgain.

just for a minute. now.

I declare my allegiance in Kamelot. LOL. An awesome metal band in my opinion. And I love Roy Khan. Whoots. ;p

I turned to facebook after declaring that I would not enter it at all. Damn me. But it was a good choice. Seeing friends I haven't seen in a while is pretty rad to a large extent. And having a new avenue for games doesn't hurt either now does it? So yes, I am on facebook. Add me if you haven't already had. And NO, I didn't put my full name but my confirmation name with initials of my name so as to prevent kap-poh aunties and uncles and my mum and dad from intruding into this private space cause they ALL have facebook.

WELCOME TO THE IT GENERATION OLD FOGEYS!
bleugh.

n-joi

AChild'sWorld.

The little things of wonder,
and the marvels of your fascination,
how your innocence pervades,
and travels through the sky of blue.

Tiny little trails of tiny little steps,
let me into your world,
let me breathe what I can never breathe anymore.
For yours is what others never see.
Beauty.

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OKOKOK. I AM SOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR SO DAMN BLARDY LONG.

hahaha. nothing much has been happening. except that i've become more stressed than ever, and that i'm suffering from lack of gundam depression. HAHA.

Seriously. Nothing much has happened. that's how lame things have been. WAHA.
or maybe its cause i'm too lazy to blog about what happen.

Oh ya, i remember one, i ran a 10km run in an hour. ;p

n-joi

Look.

Think what you will.
I will be who I am.

No fear, no shame, no gain.

Jack.

Here is my current obsession. Jack Conte's Yeah Yeah Yeah.
While at it, please check out his other videos.
He is seriously one talented genius.
Apparently this was a pretty while back video by him. I hate myself for only finding it now.
My other favourite is his Flavors video. Its a damn good song too.

And then when you love his music, go check out Pomplamoose Music, a collaboration with his girlfriend Nataly Dawn. Who is just as talented as him. ;p

n-joi
p.s this is the first video i've posted in my blog. ;p

SpitOnTheFace.

Insult again?
To open up a scab that's sealed in dried blood.
Fresh off memories that should be forgotten.
Can I say I regret?
To lie again to open faces which speak at me.
Reminders of a haunting that fear personifies.
Is it fair to die?
Surrounded by winter where the lady has closed the door.
Where the bread seems fresher in taste than sight.
Tell me how.

Othello.

Dare you look me in the eye?
With the breath of lies you breathe?
Can you honestly wish for tomorrow?
When it is this moment of deceit you live.

Ocular proof and visages within,
Sinister minds that speak.
Tell me the deeds.

Tell me in reassurance,
tell me to be.
To find a way to hate and love you,
to search for a way to see.

For now you are the devil,
and I am the light within the light that sieves.
Pestilence dare you breed?
When you ripped the trust out of me.

One chance rids duplicates,
Sinister minds that speak.
Tell me the deeds.

Deeper into your heart,
trances that plague,
my one last scream,
remember me.

Nevermore.

A complex momentous shift,
scrubs and bread,
water with alkaline sweetness.

Recovering to tell,
a long pause,
a disgraced displaced soul.

Vicious cycle cries out for an end.
Too sick to repeat,
a topical glory.

Here is the sore.
The root with broken arrows,
and twisted carols that no longer resounds.

Judgment for the strong,
and the poorest weakest survive,
yet floods consume us all.

Here is the end.
Nevermore.

Moderate.

OH BEAT IT!!!!!!!!
go listen to Raintime's version of MJ's Beat It. It is so much better than Fall Out Gay's version of it.
And while you're at it. Go listen to B-52's ROCK LOBSTER!!!!!!!

We were at the beach.
Everybody had matching towels.
Somebody went under a dock.
And there they found rock.
But it wasn't a rock,
IT WAS A ROCK LOBSTER!!!!!!

classic.

Today. I woke up alright.
BUT. the minute I alighted at the MJ bus stop, this overwhelming pain came to my lower back on the right.
I left in the first period. BUT NOT BEFORE I NEARLY BECAME A "FLU" VICTIM. jeez.
incapacitated for more than half a day. Doctor said it was a muscle pull.
Then therapy from one of those chinese reflexology area.
It helped a bit, but who cares when it feels so good.
;p
well till then.

n-joi

Loathed.

Terrified,
the nightmare deep within awakes.
Sweet and bitter pellets on the tongue,
intrigued.
Deciphering memories,
codes that were lost,
canned and confined,
released.

Aesthetic beauty,
for the way it is.
Alternative alternates.
Fevers for the heart,
antidotes that worsen the poison.
Sincere rejection of the self,
to open up when awoken.

The way that is so,
never understood,
yet never considered.
Here it is presented,
at the edge of the gates,
at the passing of time.

Re-faithed.

Thank You for giving me something wonderful,
for something great in the darkest times.
Thank You for showing me once more,
to find the courage deep within.
Thank You for hearing me speak,
and answering a broken voice.

Thank you for being there again,
time after time.
Thank you for loving me,
when it seemed like no one else would.
Thank you for promising me,
as you did before, as you always have.
Thank you for having faith in me,
so that I would have faith in him, once more.

I love you.

n-joi

Traumatized.

HEY ALL. DUE TO CERTAIN INCONVENIENCES, MY PHONE IS GONE WITH THE WIND.
SO PLEASE JUST OFFLINE MESSAGE ME OR EMAIL ME OR TAG MY TAGBOARD IF THERE IS ANY PROBLEM.
THANK YOU!

n-joi

Donation.

I donated my blood. First time is the last time for that.
It was pain to a small extent. The injection was stinging.
The RUDE AWAKENING CAME WHEN THEY PUSHED IN THE THING TO DRAW UR BLOOD.
I was tense throughout. Guess it was a fear of shifting and thus causing more pain.
But then again. What the hell. I saved a possible 3 lives.
Did you?

There standing,
mortal beauty that crucifies judgement.
Beyond means.
What used to stay,
fades into the undecided background.
Betray, betrayed,
a revolution that starts,
a cycle that swallows.
Pits of despair,
yet I tangle myself,
for it is the only salvation.
In a darkened state.

n-joi

Contention.

Corruption and feigned ignorance,
victim to the endless democracy.
Slit throats for the price of freedom,
this is the bloodied road we’re meant to see.

Affliction by the hands of torment,
ciphers for the twisted symbols.
Machine coated collared sickness,
taking others lives for the end of survival.

CanITellYou.

lol, reading old posts and I realized I forgot to update one thing.
I HAVE NOT EVEN BEEN CLOSE TO making headway on "The Love of Life" thing. hahahahaha.
SRY ALL!

but I really wish I have the time too. Maybe after A's or something.
I'll see how.

Mini-aim now,
To make Evan learn "I Never Knew"
and record a full proper version of "Three Way Crash" on my own
as well as record a FULLLLLL WITH BAND version of "Three Way Crash"

And I just realised I never mentioned anything about the song "Three Way Crash"
It's a song I wrote in secondary 4 after overlooking someone messaging someone else on the bus. Her type size font was large so I read it. Apparently, this girl had been with a guy for 10 years, not married, but he totally wrecked her apart. The message was sad, and the main line that hit me so hard was this simple line.

"After 10 years of knowing you, at least now I know you are capable of loving someone else."

The bus passed a traffic junction where there had been a crash between two cars and a lorry and it was a serious accident. After which I alighted and went straight home to write the lyrics for the song. I didn't know what to name it, so I related everything to this friend of mine who saw the link between the accident and the girl. Just like one lorry crashing into two cars, this one guy crashed into two girls. And then she said the three words.

"Three Way Crash"

So without further adue, here are the lyrics, with a tribute to the girl on that no. 10 bus.

"Three Way Crash"

Close my eyes,
say goodbye,
this is the end of us.
I still don't understand,
why you lied.
Why you needed to break us apart.

Cause I prayed,
through every night and day.
For you.

At least now I know,
that you're capable of loving someone else.

Cause when I leave,
will you still be a part of me,
in my mind,
or in my soul,
or just a memory?
Cause I could never take such pain.
And I'm just confused in this nightmare i'm living in.

I guess my mind's,
too confused.
It's clouded in hate and mistrust.
I still don't understand,
why you had to turn around and leave.

At least now I know,
that you're capable of loving someone else.

Cause when I leave,
will you still be a part of me,
in my mind,
or in my soul,
or just a memory?
Cause I could never take such pain.
And I'm just confused in this nightmare i'm living in.

Taking my heart,
and tearing my soul.
Crying out now,
but it's too far from home.
This burden I suffer,
I bear it alone.
For what you said,
killed me.

Till the next update.
n-joi

FML.

Yes, I went through the first choir auditions with a subpass. I failed one line which all my other mates failed as well.
Today, with my busted up voice I had my reaudition for that line. Upon hitting the line, and singing the first note of that line, I knew I was done for.
Then a second and third chance to reaudit for a place. And Deja Vu. Just like two years ago, with my stupid busted ass voice, I failed, and became a stand-by.
But this time it is worse cause stand-bys dont come for choir prac, meaning they probably dont have a last audition to get in.
WHOOTS. Fuck My Life.

Was happy that Alvin made it though. His hard work exceeds everyone in choir added up together.
so ya, congrats Al.

So with choir, unwantingly out of the fucking way, I guess I just have to broke ass study hard.
Congrats to all the fobs who wanted me to stop choir ASAP and study. AKA relatives.

I went running at 9.30pm. came back at 10.20pm. Just caused I felt so sick of life.

so till then,
n-joi


Now, with choir out of the way,

EpitomeOfTheEyes.

Choir camp just ended. And as per every camp I have been in, I have busted my voice. ;p
Choir camp was fun I guess, and really taxing when you have a crazy bunch of J1's who keep pounding at basketball and football and inevitably drive you to want to do the same. Sleep was scarce even though I knocked off earlier. Shiiiiiiiity.

Went out with Gwen today where she treated me to an AWESOME MEAL at this Ramen stall that only serves three types of Ramen at Central. Shopping at Meidi-ya where I blasted a bomb on chocolates and drinks. Spent most of our time sleeping on the bus. HAHA.

And here, I would like to say something. I don't know what you want. And you are making me want to kill you. But if you want to fake shit and point the gun in between my nose and say that you didn't do it, bring it on. Asses never appreciate. Fob questions. Bitch, wrench in hell.

I saw you looking through the corner of my eye.
n-joi

ButThenAgain.

I want to enjoy a good time by performing live. With a band. With a song I write.
I want to hear them sing along. And cheer.
I want to soak in that atmosphere.
Grah. too far away.

n-joi

Now.

A Tiding.

Crashing waves and lonely walks.
Fear of unsung silences.
Mangled hands entwined coldness,
writing on sacred walls of written prayers,
when none parallels the newly paralleled.

Expired petals and flaccid breaths.
Fear of articulated words.
Renounced commitments legible,
amounted deficiency calculated meticulously,
when preferable situations calls out.

Good things must come to an end.
Nothing lasts forever.
Better choices always exist.
Farewell,
you.

Mirage.

Friday entailed me, Vic, and Anna heading to the SIA club for pool, lunch and badminton. Sam PULLED OUT LAST MIN.
We had a mini breakfast at YaKun at T3, before playing pool at the SIA club, where we met this cool uncle who gave us tips on how to play better.
Lunch at Astons was wicked with all 3 of us discussing on the possibilities of drinking there and then.
Then badminton while enduring Anna's racket to my eye, and a shuttlecock hitting Anna's stomach and leaving a red mark, courtesy of me. HAHA.
NOT TO FORGET. ANNA'S BIMBO LINES!!!!
-Anna falls down- "Ouch, the floor damn hard can. They should put padding."
AND
"Very hot, should on the fan" (Vic and I tell her that the fan would affect the movement of the shuttlecock, like DUH) "Then they should put fan on the floor.
LOL, EPIC FUNNY BIMBO ANNABELLE. < style="text-align: center;">O, call back yesterday, bid time return.

Yesterday, was a fun day cause we watched A Winter's Tale at the Esplanade.
What made it damn cool was while me, Sam, Vic and Anna all planned to wear jeans, we all ended up wearing white. Anna with a white Tee, Vic with a white Shirt, Sam with a white hoodie, and me wearing a white chinese collar shirt.
Lunch at Thai Express, and Dinner at Soup Spoon. ;p ;p ;p.
The play was well acted, though I fell asleep supposedly at the climax for 5 min. However, I didn't really like the overall happy ending. Bleugh. Let the pics do the talking. ;p

Proof that Vic is indeed a Mafia.

Anna's Idea. Failed.Watch how we all fail to impersonate Vic's mafia pose. With Vic failing in epic proportions.

Just a ton of pictures, for updates sake, in no chronological order.

The amazing fire hydrant on display. A work of art by Zara clothes store.

Random scenery.

Random scenery II.

Random Scenery III.

My cuz and me at the airport.

My cuz and me during chinese new year. Baba clothes are not hot.

The following pics are damn old. about a year plus. Here is,

THE GROWTH OF THE MONSTER ON YOUR PLATE!

HarmlessMaybe not so.WTF!!!

Next, Gundam stuff.
WHOOTS! CELESTIAL BEING!!
Cherudim.
Seravee. Seraphim(not shown)
Arios.
00 Gundam - made the GN sword III out of Exia's sword. ;p
THE SUPER SEXY DESTINY GUNDAM!!

Well, until the next update,
n-joi