Its range tomorrow again. firing against metal boards, pretending that it'll teach us to shoot at a living person properly. But of course there will be some that'll tell me that its just a simulation and part of a package, so just go along and get it over and done with. Sometimes its not the action, its the thought that matters.

You know this is just one of those days that you just feel as though you should post something. Regardless whether its relevant, true, or interesting. Its one of those days that your brain challenges itself to create something out of nothing.

So yeah.

alrights.

Now that the false hope is gone. I can finally concentrate on doing stuff i was always supposed to do. The dream of local medicine is well and truly over. gone. concluded. Looks like i won't be able to make it over here. Its time to try for 'greener' pastures.

where the hell is my ISAT results.

sent off

Just sent Zhou and Reubs off to Taiwan a few moments ago and yeah. had an awesome time. visited Uniqlo and stuff and yeah. it was fun.

Its three weeks this time around, only 3 weeks and i still do have randall, joko, jon and hoe around. But yeah. it perhaps a year or so, it maybe my turn to walk past those gates for say, 6 months or a year?

damn.

haha. but yeah. thats a long long time to go.

its late.

Goodnight.

Unintended post.

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one Ill always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one Ill always love

Ill be there as soon as I can
But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one Ill always love

Ill be there as soon as I can
But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

Before you


Awesomely hauntingly nice song. Currently ranks up there in my playlist with slow dancing.

Unintended- Muse

just normal ramblings.

Its another week and four days worth of work and yeah, the usual boredom and restlessness sets in and stuff. But yeah. you don't want to hear about that do you?

Just watched stuff by The lonely Island. And quite frankly, they're losers, haha. but funny, awesomely funny losers. Check them out on youtube or myspace or something.

By the way, Grand Theft Auto IV is an awesome game, haha. not in the killing or gameplay part. You can get those wholesale in any game nowadays. But the small snippets of humour inserted wittily in the game. I could just steal a car, and just sit in it and drive around listening to their radio. Or stand by the roadside, and listen to the conversations amongst the crowd. Those guys are geniuses. haha.

And true to the West Ham promise, it still promises to be a good week.

But yeah. there's something i have to highlight. Manure brings on a new guy and the press is like all over him, WEST HAM debutants score goals every week and nothing gets mentioned cept probably a short line at the end of a unusually short match report.

And best of all?
Starhub don't even bother showing West Ham's goals.

But oh wells. Part and parcel of a hammer supporter.

Zola's CLARET AND BLUE ARMY!!!

till next time

'nuff said. haha

Its gonna be a good week.

Slow Dancing in a burning room

It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dyin breath of
this love we've been workin on
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
so I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come and save you
we pulled too many false alarms

We're goin down
and you can see it too
We're goin down
and you know that we're doomed
my dear
we're slow dancing in a burnin room

I was the one you always dreamed of
you were the one i tried to draw
how dare you say it's nothin to me
baby, you're the only light I ever saw

I make the most of all the sadness
you'll be a bitch because you can
you try to hit me just to hurt me
so you leave me feelin dirty cuz you can't understand

We're goin down
and you can see it too
We're goin down
and you know that we're doomed
my dear
we're slow dancing in a burnin room.




Sex played out on a guitar...

Slow Dancing in a burning room- John Mayer..

Now if i can just get that riff right.. haha.

April's fool

Its April Fool's. And unlike previous years, where the day is celebrated with great spirit to great length.. I'm not really in the mood this time around. Perhaps its the organisation, or perhaps its the lack of opportunity to go out and do stuff.

Bored.

I need some ideas.
To dunno.. write a story?
Start a business?
Do something?


But yeah.. To all those that tricked, to those that've been tricked, those that shall be and those that shall, Happy April fool's

Till next time

Crack.

My blogskin does not suit my new monitor. But that is i guess the least of my concerns right now. After what could have been a century using a computer that automatically transports us back to the days where 'talkies' are a new thing, a computer who could lag on firefox alone and isn't able to function when its run together with Live messenger.

Took half a day off today after being unable to sleep the whole of last night due to a blocked nasal passage. A little hard to sleep when everytime you close your mouth, you get suffocated.

Have you ever been to a circus? Not one of those 'animal-friendly' ones which do not have animal animals with them, but those circuses of old. Those with elephants, monkeys, dogs and lions, showing a bitter reflection of the audience infront of them. I'm sure we all did. Somewhen during our childhood, we must have been to one and immersed in the cruel beauty of a circus, of frowning clowns and unsafe safety nets, but perhaps we've traded the memories for an enchanted flower or some other magic. But try, to recall the lion.

"And we present.. The King of all beasts.... THE L--LL-- LION!!", the ringmaster would say. And all of the audience will straighten up, and peer into the backstage abyss, hoping to be the first to catch a glimpse of the most majestic of beasts. Perhaps by then we have already known, or at least the adults should have, that the beast that came out was not a lion. Not really. For from the darkness comes a sad, dark, lumbering beast, chained, and with spotlights flashed on those nocturnal eyes. "CRACK" goes the whip, and the beast gives out a loud, yet unwilling roar, magnified by the microphone and speakers a hundred times, scaring even the beast itself. And the crowd gives its enthusiastic applause. "CRACK" goes the whip again, and the lion runs around the compound."CRACK" and it jumps onto its stool. "CRACK". standing on hind paws. "CRACK" jumps through the fire hoop. "Wooah.." goes the crowd, with unstopping applause. And you think, what makes that lion do all this, His claws and teeth are more than a match for the whip. Merely its huge weight and strength would have crushed the trainer into oblivion. Yet why do the great beast submit, without even a groan during the show. It is no performer, everyone can see that, yet it still follow every command, every trick in the show faithfully.

Yet I couldn't belittle or look down on its cowardly acts, for ain't I doing the same thing. "Beep" and you run. "Beep" and you jump. "Beep" and you do the obstacles at your fastest time. "Crack" "Beep""CRACK""Beep""Crack"....

Was typing something last night until the point where the facility's internet connection broke down on me. Most of the post was autosaved, but the feeling is no longer there.

And i took far too long to type this that i forgot totally what i set out to write. So yeah. that'll wait till i remember the next time..

and just btw. slow dancing in a burning room is gotta be one of the best songs ever..