Today, I got reminded of the fact that my broken nose and cheekbone have left me with a "semi-visible" mark. My left cheek is depressed and my nose is crooked. Not exactly good looking.

Life is great. =)



On a happier note, gym today has shown results.
Strength increasing.
Shall move on to my nxt difficulty level.

And I brought more food to school.

No one is interested in conservativeness.


AND. I'm starting to feel unnecessary, again.






I got a 100% perfect CPR cycle on my second try today.
I'm improving on my guitar alot; soon I will justify the 4 years experience I had
I helped an old woman who fell today.
And I saw Jason the old man, near my house.

Brought my mood up a notch I guess. =)

Back from another overnight training.
East Coast to NP as usual.
This time though, no specific route, got lost, walked slow, slept on the way.
Reached school at 730am







Walking to Macdonalds. Corssing over the ECP






Eheh. Steel-toed Me. Dressed to kill. Haha





Fort Canning Tunnel.
This is illegal to pedestrians.
So naturally, we went through.






Outside Plaza Singapura. 15 min sleep.
From here on, walked non-stop.
Until we reached Holland Flyover.
Had to treat Midori's huge swollen foot.
So, the rest slept again until Kelvin & Farand came to pick her up.
Set off to school after that






The aftermath. My foot was not dirty.
Burp

Why I would marry a foreigner


With emphasis on my three other main blood races though (Northern Indian, Saudi Arabian & Pakistani)

So why would I?

Well, in short, it'll be a million times easier for people like me to find one than a local. It'll be easier to find one a million times hotter, prettier, nicer, more loyal and just plain better than local girls.
In other words. Quality plus Ease.

But why would I want a local girl?

For some weird reason, it is quite challenging. TECHNICALLY, if you go by the info in the foreign section, locals are not as good. (And I'm only talking about Malays, the other 25% of my race). But when you DO find a one, they tend to be either very good, or totally something you depise.

So, now, I'll just stick to challenging myself. If I start getting hints that I'm failing at it (this will be a long time more), then too bad.. I'll always have the "better" ones overseas. =)

So really. I realize there's just no losing in this.

Which brings me to my next, totally unrelated point, today was the first and hopefully the final time I had to screw a lock in the toilet door to prevent it from falling off.

One reason you might find me weird.I think this is beyond crazy hot

Did something very lame today.
Went for lessons till 12.
At 1, went to play pool with Rudy.
And just on instinct, went to Alveron to have a two-person jam session.
Excellent stuff.

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Somehow, I'm getting the feeling less people like me.
I have no idea why I feel that, I just do.
eeeee. scary.

AND THINGS ARE HAPPENING TOO FAST.
EVERYTHING.
ACADEMIC OR NON-ACADEMIC

its a warning sign I guess.
one of the smaller signs that the end of the world is near.
now, lets not panic, near can mean anytime, tomorrow, nxt year or in a thousand years. cheers&enjoy

Kakak Kirah's wedding today.
As usual, for a cousin's wedding, I'll be helping out in manual labour.
Absolutely love it.
This wedding was my favourite.

SO, while the two smaller ones stayed at home first, the 4 of us went along and were the first family to arrive, as usual.

Then I almost immediately went to work.
0945: Me & Khabir started the stacks&stacks of cutlery, plates, bowls and what not. Halfway, his friend Shabir joined in.
1100: I served the DJs and myself, before the crowd came. Ate, ate, ate. As usual, briyani and dalcha cooked by an Indian person IS THE best.
1115: First few people came. Work starts. Plenty of things to do for me, cause I was the one who volunteered to do everything.

Things I did included, serving people, clearing their tables, refilling drinks, pouring away leftovers, keeping unused food, washing up, arranging berkat, wipe plates... Just some of the stuff.
I think everyone of the guys who helped made the kendarat people feel lame, cause they were quite slow & blur, bar their young age.

But, me being me, just loved doing more and more work. Only stopped at prayer times and when I ate again at around 6pm. After 630, virtually everyone left, including my parents. Stayed behind and cleared every bloody thing up. I left Khalil's buddies and himself to do the dishes and cooking stuff, while I did the tables and carrying of other heavy loads. Excellent stuff.

Loved my day. Well, since i was gng off alone, I declined a ride home and walked to Tampines Mall, to get myself a new set of strings and a pick with the Union Jack on it. Just for the sake of getting discount on my Yahama Member Card. Totally retarded.
Oh well.
Nice day to distract myself.




My general working area.


Fun.


Retard. Taking picture of new strings

Its kinda cool when once you learn about diseases in NS3, you tend to think you might have it.
In PAS, we learnt the Medical Student's Syndrome.

Right now, I either have Dengue, or gonna have a stroke (80% chance of an ischemic one).

But, as usual, me being the kind of person I am, born into this family, I tend to enjoy fighting fire with fire.

I've been having murderous body aches since morning, up to know. It hurts even while typing.
What did I do the whole day?

Work out. And work out like mad. Since yesterday. I told Paul my abs hurt in the morning, but it was actually just my abs, not my arms like she accidentally said. Now it really is everything.
I might have made bodybuilders run for thier moms the amount I exercised today.
Okay, slightly exaggerated, but you get the picture.

Next. I have a headache that feels like its gonna obliterate my whole cranium.
It was sudden and severe. Which then reminded me of stroke.

But what am I doing about it? Listening to loud music with my headphones, not my surround sound. Excellent eh?

The only medical thing I've done is take Panadol Extend. burp.

Lame.

Double Lame.

I regret re-stringing my guitar.
They're gonna get whacked again today......
But, I also feel like smashing my guitar.

But no. Must control my urge.
I've already promised certain people that I would smash my guitar when the occasion fit.
Not worth it in this case

Hmm. Past two days. How my feelings describe events throughout the day


I feel like crap.


Yesterday, I felt sick of eating so much.
Then I felt concerned, genuinely concerned.

At home, I was mad.
I played Canon Rock virtually perfect
I destroyed the thickest 4 strings on my guitar playing Green Day's "Whatersname"

Then today.
I was very curious.
Then I felt lame.
Then I'm really mad again.
Eric even thought I was mad at him.
Sorry ah bro.
Just my idea of being lame.

Didnt have anything to destress myself.
No guitar. No soccer ball. No bamboo pole.
And I was tempted to take puff.
And I wasnt influenced by Rudy or anyone.
Just of my own accord.
Of course, I knew I wouldnt do it, so I just stressed myself out more.
Burp.


And now I'm just in a big blur.
Replaced the broken strings and played it calmly this time.
Aiyoyoyo.
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On another note.
I seem to be scary apparently.
Twice in 2 weeks.

Today, was because I was mad.
A few times before, is because of my reaction when I find out someone notices me. Lame but true.
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Now, its the weekend. Nothing great to look forward to.

zee being dumb.

Zuli doing a Blink182!

=) I actually look normal

Winds have changed.
I'm not so unlucky anymore.
For all the rubbish I've had to go through the past month or so, I guess it has all been cancelled out to a certain extent.
I've never been so fixed on what I wanted. hehe =)


I'm glad. Not hyped. Just glad.

A question of when though. (=







On another note, today, Arif, Yazid and Me wore the exact same outfit.
Plain white tees & Jeans. Cool stuff.

And a debate that went from opposites to better reasoning. Hilarious.

TOday was quite an exciting monday.
School started off slowly enough.
And all NSL and tutorials were slow, and lectures quick.
Excellent.

Had microteaching today.
I thank GOD for my clubhouse, cause I totally forgot.
Couldnt decide on knots, lashing or map reading, or even outdoor cooking.

So I fell for the cheapest choice.
KNots.
Kinda messy.
I didnt want to show lashing but ended up doing it anyway.

Okay, after school.
Lepak as usual.. Getting to become a habit.
This time, oddly, hung out with Mahathir, his girl, ayu, eddy & zee...
Not my typical bunch...
But I was just minding my own business on the guitar mostly.
Until lord knows who broke my bamboo pole.
So I started whacking things around too...
Lame stuff....



You know, I just realized I enjoy lecturing Rudy.
I have no idea whether that was an evil or happy tone..
*burp*
And I love being "bodyguard-cum-haram-enforcer" whatever the heck that is.
Whacking molesters....

I love simple things&details.

I like how oil flows from a metal plate when you scrub it properly
I love how knots are considered god when they're hard to remove but when you find the right end, it becomes easy to undo.
I like how the birds whistle in the morning. natural alarm clock.

simple things like these...


ok, this next part is gonna get me murdered by StUpId teenage girls who're in love with michael scofield (wentworth miller) in Prison Break.

I realize I'm much like him, seeing things in such detail that others don't see.
How things work in a different way from everyone else.
Of course. not to the extent he goes to in the series, but you get the picture.

On TV, people say he's a genius.
If you get someone like that in real life, bar the ever present need to help people, you'll call them obsessive compulsive, or psychotic to a certain extent.

In that case, I'd love to be diagnosed with OCD. =)

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On another note, I'm really getting pissed at the fact I can only arrest people AFTER NS.

I have this theory that the more you witness or do something you hate or like alot, the more it happens.

On Friday, I witnessed the third "fight" in 2 weeks.
Some Malay dude (of course), who I assume works for the school estates services (you know? the place young guys with lousy education go to and do stuff for the school?) came up right beside me and confronted this old indian uncle who I see everyday cleaning tables at Canteen One.

Kept scolding the old guy and wwarned him to stopped complaining.
The line that really kept me reeling was," Aku bukan sebarang orang!" meaning "I'm not just anyone"

Got really mad thinking about it, how he thought he was above the old dude. He slapped the guy right in front of me.

Three times I witness this in recent weeks, 3 times I couldn't do anything. We should have new rules.

Let reliable kids whose dads are police officers have the power to discpline people at school who are of "arrestable age" and maybe carry a gun too?

I know that's not possible, but it really is important. The school should be wary of the goons they hire.

Give me an electric guitar everyday, and I'll give you this in 2 weeks.

I realised I may be maturing a little too fast for my own good.



Today, lunch was absolutely wonderful.
Felt like I laughed so much even my breakfast got digested immediately.
Funny names.
Aiyoyyo..

Hi, I'm MIABHAMORA.
A samurai from uh, Kyoto??



And a big ooops.
I just remembered my love for distortion just now.
ahah

Back from another draining monday, even if I did end early.
Boring day.
Nothing really lively.
Maybe a few moments.

Went jamming at 7.
well, I watched them jam.
didn't actually do anythng.
boring habis...

And I was having a headache.
Here was plenty of hardcore songs which totally contrasted my clean, stylish way of playing music.
nothing great. good, but not great. =)

on the way home, Zee proved to me how rarely guys are random, but how good they are at it that they leave you shocked at the randomness.
He asked me something which we havent even brought up probably since the 2nd day of attachment.
Of course, I can't reveal what it is he asked me...

night

School is tomorrow.
3 out of 4 assignments not done. =)
Thank God my headache is gone.

Guess what I'm doing for NS3.
Strokes.
Figures eh?
Hah.

My etiology is a whole page long.
230 words.
Have to summarize that.
pffff

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

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