Let me tell you what's the difference between a blog and a twit or a fb. On fb, you send news of yourself to everyone, where they may or may not want to know. However, on a blog, the people coming to read, sure as hell are interested, otherwise why bother reading? Thank you dear readers, whichever phantom you are. This is my only true outlet.

What a crazy crazy day..... =D

Just so lost sometimes. What is right and what is wrong.

Lesson No. 1: Do not be sticky. She will stick to you as and when she wants, but will not tolerate you sticking to her.

Lesson No. 2: Do not doubt her ability to take care of herself, however much she lacks that ability.

Lesson No. 3: Answer her message and answer it fast, otherwise you would either get a call (good) or you get a message that says "???" (bad).

Lesson No. 4: Do not ask to see her too often. (See point no. 1)

That's all for lecture 1 of the new semester. Have a nice Friday. =)

Love happens. Goddamn right it does.

Be with you everyday

Unveiling of a great mystery....

We are always lying. Other than simple distortions of truth, you are lying when you have something to say but you did not. When you want to say something but you said something else, you are lying. A white lie is a lie. A half-truth is a lie. A simple hesitation is a lie. A yearning is a lie. An imagination is a lie. A dream is a lie. A nightmare is a lie. Most of all, what you are now is a lie.

No good with women.... Fail

Everytime...only the bystander. Not even sure whether I should get involved anyway. Loneliness changes ppl's perception.

was invited over, but i said no. now simply isn't the time. i cannot let my team down.

Everything is all just a lie and a well-drawn facade. Ultimately, the only thing that is true, is my own existence.

I think ultimately the fact that the Indian didn't come back from India was a great blessing. He can go back and stay there. The tutor loved our presentation, especially thanks to the hard work of a couple of my group members. One more down, one more to go!

NABEI CHEEBYE CAN THE FUCKING INDIAN WAKE UP HIS FUCKING IDEA?! AND CAN PPL QC THEIR SLIDES FIRST BEFORE SENDING?! FUCKING CHEEBYE BANGLA FUCK MOTHER THANK FUCKING GOODNESS THIS IS THE LAST FUCKING TIME IM WORKING WITH IDIOTS. THE OTHER FUCKING IDIOT DOESNT KNOW HOW TO PRINT SCREEN OMFFGGGGGGGGGGG.

Makes me appreciate how good my Aero team mates are. Fuck you fucking year ones.

funny. i spend so much time trying to get better results, but truth be told, my results cant really get much better. mathematically a first class is already impossible. now im only doing it for pride.

Still swollen. Powerfully toxic crabs. But then again, it was a lot of crab!

Just a friend.....how many times do I have to deal with being just a friend.....

Cuddle me in bed,
I need warmth.
Love is a cut
On the femoral.
Reality takes
No prisoners.

Everyday I'm in oblivion

What exactly is going on, what exactly is happening, no one knows... perhaps the situation is not as enigmatic as I had presumed, even so, its a media blackout.

I dun wanna give up, but I also do not want to just stand on the sidelines and wring my hands, furrow my brows and essentially be able to do nothing....

I feel so small in the face of all your troubles, and I feel so helpless, and that I'm only adding on to your burden...

Hold on little girl
Show me what he's done to you
Stand up little girl
A broken heart can't be that bad
When it's through, it's through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on baby come on over
Let me be the one to show you

I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you

Build up your confidence
So you can be on top for once
wake up who cares about
Little boys that talk too much
I've seen it all go down
Your game of love was all rained out
So come on baby, come on over
Let me be the one to hold you

Chorus

Why be alone when we can be together baby
You can make my life worthwhile
And I can make you start to smile

When it's through, it's through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on baby come on over
Let me be the one to show you

Where is line that demarcates persistence crossing over to become an irritation.....?

Once in the azure light of dawn,
For it's gonna be the start
Of a beautiful morn.

Once for the crack on the floor
That I dainty-skipped over,
Maybe breaking no cats' back.

Once for the heart-shaped balloon,
That, untethered, rises free,
To the place where we could be.

Once for the pair that strolled past me,
Lost in love, found their courage,
Wholly oblivious to me.

Once for the secret whispered
Into the old tree's hole,
Hope to die, cross my heart.

Once more in the twilight,
As I lay me down to bed,
Of night and light and the half-light.

And that is all the times,
I had thought
Of you today,
Not just once.

Its a funny sort of quandary, where the initial conditions were vague and the boundary conditions were not well defined. As such, being unable to meet the necessary and sufficient conditions, the solutions fail to converge. Maybe eventually the problem can be well-defined, but further research and observation is needed.

I realised I did something stupid. I should have waited for her and walked her home rather than go home first. Shit stupid.....

Is it something I should be afraid of?

My friend got really pissed by this indian national in our marketing group. Only now have I realised that not all indians are made equal. There are hardworking indians, and then there are indians who are not. The hardworking indians are typically those who are scholars, come to NTU, are responsible teamplayers, if not bloody superhuman. On the other hand, the fucking lazy indians are those rich fucks who have the money to come from India to Singapore, but too poor to go USA, and too fucking incapable to make it into IIT. And what do they do? They come NTU to terrorise my marketing group. FML.

I want to be a kid again
Combed down hair and Sunday best
See me staying out bunking school
Knowing wrong from right just rules

I wish I'd never seen your face
"Better door than window" phase
I need an echo not your praise
Straying from the point you nailed

My mother
my mother
my mother never told

My mother
my mother
my mother never told me
Love is just a bloodsport

Sex and love is not a game
A game is something you can win
And maybe something kind of fun
Cause love is just a bloodsport "son"