it has seriously seriously been a very long while since i updated this rusty old blog.. and i highly doubt anyone has been following, but i'm gonna continue for my own pleasure.

Most people watch movies to kill time, but i think i have something else for movies. I'm not gonna call myself a movie junkie like some of my friends cuz i don't think i qualify, but i find movies have the ability to influence. Let's take for example Inception. after watching it, my whole life was a dream for the next 24 hrs. Let's not go into that.

I think movies set humans apart from reality. It allows us to venture into a world thought of by movie makers and we either love it or hate it. Some people even watch movies to put themselves in misery. I dare say i'm one of them.

Sometimes, you think of someone, and you can't really feel him or her, and the only way you can feel that person is through movies. You put yourself in the main character's shoes and you comfort yourself, thinking that someone else is feeling your pain and sorrows, but most of the time it's just a fantasy. after awhile, you start feeling all miserable cuz you realise your situation is not as successful as in the movie. That feeling really sucks.

Y'know, i've had friends since the day i first said hi to a person, and never have i understood the true meaning of friendship.

I think friendship is something that doesn't regard money and time. Much like an intimate relationship, if you're always counting what you've left behind such as the years spent together, then you're just doing the relationship for the years, sort of like setting a record to feel good about yourself, and not so much for the sake of your partner. Friendship should always be a natural affair: Never count the years passed, never worry about the future.

I've had some friends who tell me how much i've been a real friend to them, and after your purpose together ends, the friendship ends too, sometimes entirely. Lemme illustrate: you just knew this guy from some camp and you 2 really click well. You share personal matters with him and vice versa and you tell yourself you've found a real friend. After the camp, you continue to keep in touch with him and a week later, you start to feel the chore of contacting him and finding topics to talk about. I bet you can relate to that. That is exactly like an infatuation, just not intimate.

Friendship should be something never to be worried about. Your friend should always answer your calls with enthusiasm. Even if it means once a month. Your friend should never say or do anything that will hurt your feelings. Your friend should never use you but rather, request help from you. Your friend should never be awkward alone with you. Most importantly, your friend should always be genuine with you. You shouldn't be trying to impress your friend cuz your friend should be your friend, and not the friend of someone you're trying to be.

I guess maybe I do know the meaning of friendship afterall.

But you know what? To each his own.

I think Respect is a very important aspect of life. You want to be respected, you respect others. Sometimes, you respect others, and people don't do the same to you, which is really frustrating and well, that's life.

Why is it important? I think it's cuz some people in the world treat others like inanimate objects and animals. This is a no doubt a sign of superiority over the other party, and it's sort of like, you need to make that other person look and feel bad so that you can feel good inside. It's pretty much a self-esteem thing.

But wait, look at it again, but with respect on both ends. Both feel good and mature about themselves, and both parties respect each other cuz they treasure each others' company and they benefit each other, so why create grudges right? They don't need to look down on others so that they can feel great about themselves.

You guys pretty much know all these already, but most of us always forget to apply it in our lives and I personally find it sad that there is disrespect going around us every single day.

But do you know what the most important type of respect is? I think it's self-respect. Cuz if you're not going to start out respecting yourself, you're gonna feel all useless and inadequate, and what do you do next? Release all that trapped heat inside you, on some poor kid next door. But no, not everyone disrespects themselves like that. Some take on the pain on their own bodies and dignity.

If you're some unpopular kid in school and you're hungry for the fame and attention, you start hanging out with the cool kids and they take money outta your pockets for their personal spending pleasures. Sometimes, they push you around and make fun of you infront of the chicks so that they prove they're the boss. All that torment just for some false dignity only cuz the cool kids know and acknowledge you.

Oh, how about self-pricing? Why go to the extent of sleazy places for some fun? Even if it meant you making the place sleazy. I'm sorta along the lines of prostitution, but that's really extreme. I'm sure you guys know a few popular activities we Gen Ys indulge in that pretty much illustrates the core definition of self-pricing (or the lack of it).

All that typing and no conclusion. I'm sorry that's always how I end cuz i always type till I'm too sleepy to end the post. But this time, it's different. This time, maybe we should make a personal pledge to ourselves to keep our chins high, breath in the air we deserve, and smile to ourselves knowing we're perfectly fine and reminding ourselves that no flaw is a flaw unless we think it is. Put a huge price tag on yourself and tell yourself that no one is gonna be able to afford you but you alone. Now that's self-respect.

Wow, I was watching an episode of Top Gear (Specifically Season13 Epi 2), and I saw the prettiest British ever. I've saved screenshots of her, and here she is:




Oh and in case you're confused, i'm referring to the one in the grey top.

You know it's been quite a long while since I posted something quite close to my heart on this blog, and that only means I finally realised how corny I was before, constantly posting stuff on this blog regarding emotional aspects of life, only to seek sympathy for myself, which is quite pathetic I must say..

But honestly speaking, it's not only the realisation of how corny it was to post such stories that stopped me from doing it. It was more of growing cold to those things. I sort of went through a... blank phase of my life. It's like, looking back at these past few years, and all I could see, was an empty desert with a trail of footsteps set by me on the brown sand.

and I thought about it, and found out these years of "blankness" were more of less the time I spent(or am spending..) in polytechnic.

I mean, I'm not saying it's bad or anything, but look at it this way, 3 years of my teens are wasted, with memories similar to a rock - blank, cold and boring. Which also brings to mind how the older folks always tell me to treasure my youth and have fun while I still can.

Yesss, I know that means being childish and emotional, but at the end of the day, who cares what other people say about you being childish when you know you lived your teenage years to the fullest? There's always time to be an adult, and inevitably so too.

I kinda remember how life was back in secondary school, everyday was an adventure with hormones raging all over my mind. One day you're happy, and the next, you're sad, and you're always struggling to seek companionship - both friendship and BGRs. All of which comes together in a whirlwind of emotions.

I was rummaging through a box I kept snug in a discrete cupboard in my room. This box is what I like to call, my Memory Box. As the name suggests, it's sort of a time capsule. So anyway, I found many things from letters and photographs to yearbooks, all collected over the years. I decided to compile all these memorable things many years ago so that I can look back at my life and maybe even show my kids in the future how their daddy was like in his youth. A few things that couldn't escape my attention in the box were a few gifts and letters from a particular friend. I must admit I had feelings for that friend, and every single time I open up the box and come across these gifts and letters, I cannot help myself but wonder why I was such a wuss in the past when all it needed were a few words. I suppose you guys can guess what happened haha. It's nothing much, but I'm just embarrassed to go into detail.

Anyway, it's quite obvious there was regret in all of that reminiscing, and it really feels good to spill everything out on this blog, like a personal diary you know, only not so personal hurrhurr.

So if you feel you're young and have a lot ahead of you, you might wanna take this piece of advice and treasure your youth before it all runs out, like the sand in an hourglass or something.

Hi guys, it's now a proven fact based on various studies and analysis: I blog more when the exams are around the corner. Probably cuz anything is more fun and exciting than studying - that includes spending time in the kitchen brewing lousy coffee for staying awake(ironic huh)

and with that in mind, oh wait, i need to take a shit first. brb... (rushes to the WC to bomb Nagasaki)

Man, i'd better lay off on the chilli, can't even sit properly now.. OK ANYWAY, as i was saying, i have come to learn (the hard way) that coffee is a very dangerous substance. If consumed excessively, it will lead to a very uncomfortable aftermath. let me explain further.

You drink a cup of coffee to keep yourself awake for whatever reason. You do your thing, and start to feel tired, and naturally, you get yourself another cup of coffee and the same thing happens after awhile. After you're done with your duties, you reward yourself with some well deserved slumber. but wait, you're really tired and sleepy and you're dying for some sleep, but the caffeine is still in your body working its "magic". you can't sleep, and you lie on your bed all exhausted, and there's nothing you can do, cuz you're done with your stuff, but you can't sleep and you are too tired to do anything else. so what else is there for you to do? Stare at the ceiling, tussle ard in your bed, finding the perfect position to blast yourself to dreamland, but futile of course.

there you go, a perfect illustration of the effects of caffeine.

ok, break's over, time to go back to the notes. 5am already..

I was reading the daily papers in the toilet one day, and i came across this YOG article. It was an article dated 26th August 2010. Here are a few pictures i wanted to share: