Two Hours and Thirteen Minutes To Go

the bomb's ticking away. good game for computing mathematics two.

by the way, rico and i took an oath of bucking up for the rest of the semester.

Whoops, wrong timing.

these days are just so gahhhhhhh. i'm sure you people know what i mean. no mood for school related stuffs, getting a warning letter for computing maths module and losing bets for the world cup. seriously, i should just place my stakes on the first match only. else it would be like yesterday, winning and then losing more. today too, my winnings got neutralized by my losses. and CAN'T JUST THE MATCH TIME SWOP TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER?! it'll be much better losing first and then winning. at least i can tell myself that i won back my losses instead of losing my winnings. HAHA, i'm complaining too much i know. anyway i put my heartbeat at risk during the italy vs australia match. i betted on half-time draw and then full-time italy. guess what? i phewed after half-time, thinking i'll have a high chance of winning this. thirty-five minutes passed and there wasn't any goals. another ten went by with no goals. into stoppage time, i just turned my head away... AIYA CONFIRM LOSE LAH, !#$%^&*

down with a few seconds... A MAGNIFICENT FOUL BY AUSTRALIA IN THE PENATLY BOX!

oh cooooooooooooooooooooool! in my favour, but the couple of seconds before italy took the penatly, my heart did stop if i'm not wrong. i guess it was the same for the italian supporters. the screen zoomed to them and some were having their heads down and hands clasped in prayers. luckily totti put it in, else i'll have a bet deficit. I LOVE YOU MAN TOTTI! but anyway italy, please don't do anything like this again. you guys may kill the weak-hearted.

don't mention about the switzerland match. dissapointment lah, switched off after full-time draw.

i was bored, couldn't sleep and so signed into wholivesnearyou.com which i haven't signed in since when the dodos were waddling around. oh!!!! a message for me, how interesting. who knows, maybe some babe in my area wants to date me or something uh.

well, sometimes the wrong things come at the wrong time, especially after having a bummed day and then losing bets.

HARO TOO ADRIAN! NICE TO MEET YOU! by the way, if that's what you think i'll reply to him, let me tell you that that's not gonna happen at any point of my life.

when it comes to seeing such messages, there are two possibilities...
1) yet another irritating multi-level marketing (mlm) agent salesman.
2) i don't have to say much on this, but for the slow ones; gayboy.

that was due to bad history too. of all the males who tried to add me in friendster or have dropped me messages. they fall into either of the two possibilties. of course some claimed to be wanting to know more friends blah blah and blah but i assume they are gayboys too, but those who aren't that open about it. it's quite obvious you see. this stranger guy who's older than me messaged me and i decided to kill boredom by seeing what he's up to. i chatted with him and he's showering me with praises and shit like that. "i think you are cool", "i like your nose", "good dress sense in your certain pic". saying i'm cool.... hmmm still okay, HAH. i got suspicious after he told me he liked my nose. the last one was pure bullcrap. i was just wearing some simple plain tee in the picture. finally, he kept bugging me to go out with him at some ungodly hour after twelve. CONFIRM GAY AH! so i blocked and deleted him. wooohooooo...

alright, let's continue with adrian's story...

oh, so he isn't gay. another mr mlm who's trying to get lobang for himself but can't communicate properly. not that i'm a guru in the language english but seriously, i think he needs an english bridging class. no effort made to put his words together properly.

i was kind of irritated and so nearly replied him the above. but decided i should be nice like i usually do and changed my mind.

sorry lah dude, bad history with you mlm *cough*businessmen*cough* plus i opened this at the wrong time. bye adrian! and i clicked the cute, pink little 'X' on the top right followed by 'OK'.

take some time to go over this.

see what i mean, he needs an english bridging class lah. look at the first two lines. "Wat kind of person i'm anything under the sun one oso can yah......." i'll say it's better for him to put his fullstops at the appropriate breaks instead of jamming them all at the back. and don't know why he overuses 'YA', so... yayapapayala!!

accordingly to him, he's a "sale manager". confirm trying to recruit newbies and then leech their sales. ahhh adrian, you missed a 's' behind the word 'sale'.

now he claims that his specific interest is "anything under the sun". wow... i assume you'll love getting spanked in the ass or being roped up. WHOOPS!!

lastly to sum up, concerning your favourite food, it's "FILL my stomach" and not "feel" okay? no one wants to feel your stomach.

once again, bad day and wrong time.

out.

Hi, It'd Been Awhile

man, looking back on my last entry, i've really wasted two weeks away. let me try recall the more interesting things that i've been doing.

i opened my place two nights for dvd marathon with xiaowei, chuxian, renli and eugene.
i played basketball.
i went to chill out sessions with darren.
splurged on food like seoul garden, sushi, lao bei jing, jack's place and liquid kitchen.
walked countless miles due to poverty after splurging on food.

oh yes, went a gig featuring ronin at whitley secondary with hairul, ain, rachel, eza, sailesh, fir, zaty and darren number two. darren's a joker, he shaded some soccer tickets in a rush and passed them over to me to make a payment because he's still a kid. guess what? he shaded something wrongly and when the counter passed me the receipt, i saw something like...

BET AMT:
$5.00
TO PAY $1500++

that's crazy but anyway, he was nice enough to offer me fifty percent (THAT'S LIKE $750) provided he WIN and sadly he didn't because no two teams are going to draw 4-4 in the next say twenty years or more

the gig was quite good but draggy. reason being i felt conned, thinking it's a full ronin gig. some bands can make it, some barely made it and some cannot make it. there's one or two that's so bad that i dozed off standing. all in all, ronin still rocked there. to the fucking posers on my left, please go home and listen to backstreet boys or something.

two latest updates, number one, i picked up soccer betting all thanks to peer influence. HAHAHA. to people who are concerned, chill. i practice save and legal betting. anyway the reason behind it is to win enough to party a little and have my misplaced specs replaced. if i'm luckier, maybe an mp3 to replace my dead zen micro? it's in a really bad state. blank screen, screwed on/off switch and audio jet. i'll keep this short, my second update is that i've just acquired a warning letter for computing maths 2. time to get an alarm clock i guess.

gahh and out.

Saturday Night Fever in DXO

after parting with chicky and company, i headed for city hall to meet darren. we walked around almost the whole of marina square but couldn't fucking find an atm. it was revamped, new to us and looks pretty scary since it was closing and there was a moment where there wasn't a single soul around. i'll skip the process of locating the hidden atm, it simply boils my blood. oh yes, while waiting for johny, man hon and kaiwei to arrive, darren and i slacked near the fountain behind esplanade. and guess what? four to five pretty girls just appeared from behind this huge pillar and said "HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" for that moment, we thought we were dreaming as they seemed like they gonna grab our numbers next. well, the harsh truth hits hard. next, they whipped out this small card and...

"want to get tips on world cup betting? feel free to call this hotline!"

awww.. our world crumbled. we decided to leave our hopes (the two cards) behind and move on with our lives (by walking to the entrance of dxo).

johny and co. soon joined us and we headed straight for the club. it was funny watching them memorizing and then reciting their new names, id numbers and birthdates. (those kids aren't legal yet, whoops) darren and i was a little underdressed but who cares man? we are legal, so no fear! one of the bouncers humoured me. he looked at this guy's id followed by his face and asked, "is that your bro?" by the way, i also met russell and timmy the birthday boy who freshly turned eighteen.

it wasn't long before we got into the club but moving about in it is something close to an american football game. you get bumped and elbowed everywhere but well, i guess that's part of nightlife, especially when selected drinks are going at one-for-one. before hitting the dance floor, we drank up our complimentary bourbon coke, cheapskately-smuggled-in-vanilla and some graveyard. the alcochol soon got into my head and i turned high. man hon too was high. i remembered him taking off his shirt and swinging it above his head like a barbarian with loose screws.

after sweating out, we went to the tables outside to catch a breath of fresh air. i've no idea how and why, but only remebered i conversed with this indian guy and another girl who's heading for melbourne soon. i started telling them stuffs like how badly i done for the tests that week, suddenly laughing and then singing. stupid man hon didn't realize the 'danger' and threw me the small bottle of vodka. it really tasted close to horse urine (i don't how it tastes like, but guess it's just that bad) but i was high and it didn't really matter. i finished that shit and once again, we were back to the dance floor again.

i couldn't really remember what happened in the club from then onwards till darren brought me out again. he told me he was afraid i'll create trouble and there's already a number of guys staring at us. reason being, man hon and i made alot of noise (thinking the music was so loud that it could drown any sounds emitted from us) and danced like it was some private party. guess i'll just keep the details to myself.

that was the last time i went out. i was quite wasted and made a little mess out there. sorry guys and thanks for getting me water, tissue and a cab home.

Saturday Night Fever in Chicky's Belated Birthday

sorry for being mia, that's if there are still people reading this half rotted blog.

first of all, happy belated birthday to my dear chicky. just wanna thank you here. i'll leave the little details to some other private time. don't really know what to get for you, so let the present be me as a life-time basketball kaki? hah.

i'll save my words for later. now, pictures speak.

birthday girl, chicky and dawn looking like a psychic who just lost her focus.

the babes looking good.

the guys including rico's friends who look too cool for school.

stephanie and i.

dawn and i

the pretty babes and the handsome guys. (now, scram if you don't agree)

WTH!?

not to forget, thanks to the friendly waitress who snapped some of the pictures for us. and if you are able to read this by chance, just ask for my number or make it clear that you want me to get your number or something. okay, someone punch me, i not sure if i'm really sober, HAHA.

One More Moment

by Ronin

don't take too long to say I Love You to the ones you love
cause time has a habit of slipping away
and out on a clear blue sky
when lightning strikes on a sunny day
just take me in and keep me from the rain

and the words that seem so hard to say
come out when you've gone away
just stay a little while and hear me say
that i want you here tonight
and i need you by my side
for just one more moment
for just one more moment with you

turn away to say goodbye
with each and every word that passes by
like a distant memory
and time keeps slipping away
and time will turn to grey
and time will be the one who holds you down

and the words that seem so hard to say
come out when you've gone away
just stay a little while and hear me say
that i want you here tonight
and i need you by my side
for just one more moment
for just one more moment
that i want you here tonight
and i need you by my side
for just one more moment
for just one more moment with you

Monday Blues

dread mondays like i always do.

life isn't much of an excitement these days. lesson is a real bore. anyway i screwed up my electronic communications nicely test today.

after school, i accompanied rico to j8 and then joined kah yip at converse to check out the basketball jerseys. after that, we returned to school and kah yip the 'coach' did some basketball drills on eugene and me. damn hell tiring. i recalled that i went breathless and nearly knocked out after doing five of the full-court-lay-up-shit. my stamina sucks man.

I Miss

i miss you asking how was i when i pulled my thigh during hundred seconds no mistake.

i miss how we got to know each other unknowingly.

i miss trying to be an idiot by picking up your fallen lettuce for you at s11.

i miss teasing you by calling you ghim moh and sexy voice.

i miss kidnapping the little dollie on your tag and messing up her hair.

i miss stealing glances of you through the glass panel everytime i walk past the finalé room.

i miss the smiles you gave me everytime we bump into each other. it simply gave me the strength to keep going.

i miss how cute you look when you were trying to give me a smile while crying over your misplaced wallet.

i miss msn-ing with you till early morning when you were doing your minutes.

i miss slacking on my job and then dropping by to have a short chat with you at the dancers' corner.

i miss the ei trial run, where you tried running away while i was distracting andy.

i miss the way you said "go home then can read," while putting the birthday card you had drawn for me into my bag.

i miss going past the backstage where you passed me my birthday present, the little devil and the metalic Y.

i miss getting strepsils from you when my throat was unwell.

i miss teasing you by calling you angmoh when your hair turned red.

i miss trying to catch you on stage while you were doing rush dance because i didn't have my specs on.

i miss gossiping with you in front of splash and decker when the freshies were having preparatory maths on day 2 of orientation.

i miss taking pictures with my arm round your shoulders too.

i miss the tiny metallic Y, which was accidentally dropped when you tried to grab my tags from me.

i miss sitting next to you at the lecture theatre steps and dozing off on whatever boring freshie talk that is going on.

i miss the feeling of being cared for when you got me strong mint mentos to keep me awake for the rest of the day.

i miss hitting volleyball around with you although i suck at it.

i miss leaning my head on your lap at the beach.

i miss teasing you that we'll all be wearing mickey mouse tees because you were assigned to design for voiceout.

i miss watching you paint the sandwich board for clubcrawl.

i miss how you put your arm around mine when mike's dad's lorry got rough.

i miss lying down next to you after we have completed the sit flag.

i miss how you put your head on my shoulder and then dozing off on bus 13, till the uncle had to wake us up at the interchange.

i miss looking at you as you fell asleep beside me at block L level 5.

i miss how you rested your head on my lap when i jokingly snatched away your floppy pillow.

i wish time can turn back and if it does, i'll never allow us to drift apart.

i wish you'll smile and give me a nod if i ask you to be my girl, maybe not now but in near future.

because...

you make me complete.

There are 6 620 693 694 people in the world now.

and sometimes, only one matters.