Happy happy fun fun?

Probably shouldve posted right after the exam but Im busy doin stuff... I didnt worry bout my results. I just worried before and on the actual day of the exams. A lot. After its over I just told myself not to care about my results and to not expect anything. Because my fate was sealed the moment I hand in those papers. There was nothing I can do.

Next year is the O Levels for me. A trial I must not just complete but complete with utmost excellence. For it determines my future. Lets change the topic. Something far less serious to the average humans. Cartoons. Eyeshield 21 and Pokemon. I find something very similar while watching both. In Eyeshield 21(American Football anime) all the teams went through hardcore training during the summer holidays. They gave up their summer vacations for insane training just to reach their goals. I honestly have not been watching Pokemon since Diamond and Pearl. But 1 scene captured my attention. While everyone was celebrating, the champion of the pokemon contest was training. He was training despite his victory. It got me thinking. Its not whether you are able or unable to do it. Its whether you want it so badly that you'll shit diarrhea and still run for first place. It wont matter to you if you continue shitting while running.  And if a mass lump of shit blocks your path, you'll dig that brown mess up until you reach your goal. No amount of shit can stop you. Thats called determination. Of course most people would just be disgusted and stop. Lets be honest, confronting shit is pretty nerve-wrecking.

Am I going to overcome that shit? No answer to that. But am I going to try my best? Hell yeah. Im giving myself no excuses. No more "maybes". Its either a yes or a no. I will however spend some time doing other things. But for the rest of the time, I'll study and practice. I hope when the time comes, Ill be the ideal me.

Until then,
PEACE

The Past and Present

Its  11:30pm now... Im waiting for "How I Met Your Mother" on channel 5... And ive been studyin a lot.... So I guess its okay to write a post. Lets get started.

Humans tend to take things for granted. We usually treasure the past if the present is not as good. So many things have changed these few years. Luckily, I treasure what I had last time for I miss those days... The relationship I had with you were special.
 But what happened? You are not what you use to be. You changed. But you still are special. At least in my memories. Coz you were you and history cannot be changed. I want it to be like those days. Those days that you were special and treat me like Im special too. You are special. Until I forget you. And you'll only be a figment of the past. And only that memory will remain special. For you are not yourself. You are no longer here. At least not to me. And maybe Ill regret the present. But Ill never regret the past. Nor will I hope that the present will be like the past even when Id like it to be. You were special. Just not special enough. Coz to you, Im not special enough either.

Just to be clear the "you" is subjective but since there are so many "you"s to me, I figured its better to leave it at that to make it more personal for everyone. Juz hope that you peepz understand what "relationship" means. Dont just think of BGR... stuff like friendship counts as well... Im goin back to ma studies.

PEACE

Examinations are funny?

It puzzles me. The exams have already started and people are still acting like they'll do well for it. They only keep quiet for certain subjects. Subjects they like. Subjects where the teachers are strict. I just dont understand why these people cant be bothered at all. Talk and laugh. Whats so important to talk and laugh about??? Of course I dont understand what theyre talkin about coz most of them are speakin foreign language to me but I assume they're talking about their own impending doom. Laughing at their own demise. Then laugh at their own results when they get them. Coz the whole paper is a joke and the marks given are for humor. And ten years down the road theyll look at that same paper(but i doubt theyll keep it) and say "Memories.. *sigh*"... MEMORIES MY ASS!!! It only shows how much of time they've wasted... and mine as well coz teachers have to stall the lesson to ask these douchebags to shut the eff up... biatches... the students not the teachers...

PEACE(to non-biatches)

PEEPLE PEEPLE PLEEZ

        Confessions. Im no love doctor and aint got no experience but I can tell you for sure that smses are one of the worst to do that. I've seen way too many people messed up because of this. The one who can cause the problem is the confessee(I dont have any other word so bear with me). I mean its only natural for someone to confess. But the problem is when the confessee turns cold towards the confessor. Now dont get me wrong I dont blame the confessee because sometimes people do not know what to do in this situations because maybe their feelings might betray them or they just blank out and shit. Stuck in a dilemma. But thats no reason to avoid and let the confessor feels as if he/she had made the biggest mistake in his/her life. Running away form your problem does not solve it. Either say yes or no. Maybe is not an option. I mean if you're not ready yet or if saying no is too hard then you could just say "I just want us to be friends". AND THEN COMES THE NEXT PROBLEM.

The confessor just needs to get over a reject and move on with life. Feeling sad and shit is very fine. But when they feel bitter about it and cant accept fate they are on the wrong track. They should overcome their anger if they get rejected. Just let the sadness flow if there is a need. Humans cant get everything they want in life. Face the fact. Im not saying there shouldnt be any anger because humans are imperfect. Im just saying that the anger should be contained and overcame as quickly as possible.

And when I say dont turn cold, I dont mean that you have to be cautious of hurting the confessor's heart. Just be politely truthful. And if the confessee cant take it, then its his/her problem. Deal with it themselves.

          Just picture this. You have been waiting your whole life to get the job of your choice and finally you have found a slot. You think you are qualified for the job so you asked for a job application. And somehow you have to wait. And there you are waiting like a dumbass for so long it seems like forever. They are treating you like an idiot. And finally you doubt yourself. Doubt in your ability to think. Thinking that you will never land a good job. And just turn around and leave right after that. I dont want that kind of feeling. No one does. And it will be very painfull if the the person getting a "job" is reluctant to walk off. Thats all I have.(Id like to emphasize the usage of sms for confessions but I aint got no time :P Maybe next time.)

PEACE.

Star

Im chasing for the star. People think Im crazy and laugh. While some take the same path as me when they know that the star can only belong to a single being. But know this, I wont let the lack of vital oxygen, the crushing power of the vaccum, the sneak attack of rivals nor the freezing temperature of the harsh Space stop me. Only the flare of the star could ever reach me deep enough to either destroy me or give me warmth and survive another day. Only when the star feeds me its energy do I truly live... And if the star shun me away, I'll just have to find another way to live...

Peace.

Emotional day. huh?

What a day. So many tears shed. It was just like the in the movies. I never thought I see it in real life. Never. People seating in a circle. Talking about personal stuff. I just thought things like that happens to people with serious problems. Like people with addictions. Because I felt that there wasnt a need for things like that for normal beings. Who would've guessed??? And at the moment of time everyone was just broken down into their simplest form. A normal human being. There was respect for one another. Emotions were set free. Sympathy. So many things that show the quality of a human being. And me? I was seriously confused. Puzzled. Baffled. Whatever. The "story" that I was supposed to picture is  so vague. Damn I dont even think I pictured myself in there. I guess my mind was going "wsrtdfbfnjuhioi". Whatever it is Im glad that it was that way. Because I hate the feeling of missing someone I will never be able to see again in my life...  And much love to those people that cried. I was like "Damn.Oh no no no. Dont cry.Please?"... and they did... Sucks to see people cry and you cant do nothin bout it, ya know?

PEACE.

Last Day Of The Holi

We were on a ship. She looked amazing. I was mesmerized. The ship was slowly rocking, back and forth. I felt like there were butterflies in my stomach when I look at her. Razor sharp butterflies. It was probably due to the ship that was rocking harder and faster... every... single... time... but it was probably her too. The way she screamed when she was on top. I tried not to the same, to show that I was man. I succeeded. As the speed of rocking decreased, so did the sensation I felt. But when the rocking stopped, the butterflies remained. I could not comprehend what had just happened. Testosterones? Recklessness? Naivety? It was all too fast. It is strange what the stranger did to me. I alighted from the ship. Later, I went home...drenched...... That was my day at the Escape Theme Park.

(Note: Do not misinterpret this post. If you think you did or find its content complex, ask me. Yes, I wrote facts.)

Peace.

Playing with my balls

Woke up at 7 am just to play basketball. Heck it was great even though I played alone. I play basketball for the hell of the fun. But even fun seems serious ironically. I was comparing shooting hoops with examinations. They're actually similar in way.

When shooting hoops, everyone anticipates or wants the ball to go in. Just like everyone anticipates or wants to do well and get good grades. But not everyone will get to score. And the similarity becomes much more clearer if the ball shot was missed by a few centimetres. Fact is, a miss is miss.And its f***ing annoying. Just by 1 mark someone could have gotten an A1. Just by 1 mark someone could fail his/her entire f***ing examination. Just by 1 mark. It could have been half a mark though but the smaller the number, the deeper the sword pierces the heart. Just by that seemingly worthless mark, anything could happen.

"So close, yet so far". I used that after missing a shot by mere centimetres . I f***ing hate it when people meant that phrase after seeing their results. What ticks me off now is when people say "I could've gotten-". They are really trying to say "damn it was so close". "I couldve gotten 70,". "I couldve gotten 80,". But really what the hell is the point of saying that? Bitching wont get you your marks. But really it just ticks me off because they're not facing reality. Ive been there. Ive done it. Im not gonna wish that I could turn back time and slap myself in the face for saying retarded stuff like that because that would contradict my point. Action speaks louder than words. And no actions could be done with the phrase "I couldve gotten-". So there is no reason to say it. Wont make you feel any better so why do it? The only thing to do is practice and hope that in the future, the ball will go through the hoop.

PEACE.

I wet my pants

I went to Wild Wild Wet yesterday. Misleading title? Not really. My pants really got wet. For 9 whole hours. Nothing really interesting happened. Just the usual "naked men in the toilet makes you uncomfortable" feeling. Met some friends. Well I'm not gonna tell you the boring generic stuff so Imma cut to the chase.

Guys. Or maybe girls. Get a water resistant watch. I tell ya I was a babe magnet yesterday. By babe I really mean middle aged women between 40-45...... I know.... Then it got me thinking. Why had'nt any young woman fresh outta the box came to ask me for the time? Do women get less shy as they age? Or do older women have a lot of responsibility that they have to constantly check the time? Guess it could be both. Or are they simply cougars? I SERIOUSLY dont wanna contemplate that theory.....

The rides were fun but I dont find them that thrilling. I need something hardcore. A ride of a lifetime. Oh wait, I think I've been through that and its called an examination...

Wow. No vulgarity... Im f***ing impressed..... 

PEACE

I'm Back.

Without a comeback. I'm not feeling good right now but a promise is a promise.

Finaly examinations are over...I'm suppose to be extremely relieved right now but I dont have much postitive energy so I'm sorry IF this post gets a little gloomy...In a whole, the examination was not as difficult as I thought but there were some subjects that proved to be tough opponents. A real a-hole.

English was easy. That was what I thought before... The paper seemed simple. A little too simple in fact. I found about a week ago that only 2 people passed the paper and 2 are on the fence. I dont get that line. What if  theres spikes on the fence? Then wouldnt person be screwed...literaly? I dont get old englishmen and their fetishes... I dont know how but the paper managed to caught everyone off guard and stripped them butt naked and shove a pole up their asses.... donkeys.... Proves that deception is a son of a bitch.....

E Maths wasnt a real a-hole but year after year its been bitching me so it's definitely a qualified a-hole. Period. And I didnt finish the paper....F***...

Last but not least, the devil incarnate itself.... A Maths. A successor of E Maths. Many tremble at the very thought of it and they say that people have gone insane and became proffessors, doctors, physicist, teachers and every other possible lifeless jobs you could think of because of it... Such was the fate of students in Singapore... And me, the warrior who will go against this fate... wait who am I kidding?

To summarise it all, I'll definitely flunk in some subjects but may excell in others as well...

Until then, PEACE.