My Wekend

Loads of slacking with loads of people. Too lazy to write it down...

Being Yourself...

A conversation I had with a friend last night really left me thinking. The topic was about "being yourself". I agree with what she said. No one can truly "be themself". Everyone's personality, way of thinking, lifestyle, dressing, etc, is influenced in one way or another by other people. They are not born like that. But the term "not being yourself" can also be applied to individuals who are influenced by other people but they are not liking it, but allowing themselves get influenced and hence, they are not "being themselves". So the advice "be yourself" can be given to SOME people while others, it just can't be applied. So the next time I wanna say "be yourself" to someone, I guess I would rephrase it to, "do whatever makes you happy".

PS. I wanna take a poll for everyone who visits this site and actually knows me. Do you think I'm such a happy person. Think about it and comment on it in my tagboard.
Cheers...

The Late Call

Called you just now to ask how you've been.
You picked up the phone and said hello.
I heard the side of you I've never seen.
I think you're crying, why is this so?

Of course you won't tell me what's wrong.
You won't give me a clue.
We haven't known each other that long.
I'm probably nobody to you.

I hope the cry you had was nothing serious.
Please don't do anything stupid.
The short phonecall we had left me curious.
Now I can't sleep, I'm worried.

Just forget about what you read here.
Please just forget the rhyme.
Just hope you'd cheer up dear.
I'm sorry I called at the wrong time...

Your Captain Jack Sparrow
You're not always clear when you say something, but
you are trustworthy.


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You must be so proud

The Wedding

What a dream I had last night. I dreamt about going to a wedding. Guess who's wedding it was? It was Faza's & Ratna's wedding! It was beautiful. They wore the almost the same kind of baju kurung they wore at the last Hari Raya outing. Except the colour was white. They were a gorgeous couple. I cried at their wedding. Damn, so touching. Then the was like this outing after the wedding where we drove around. Then we slacked somewhere and drank. I got drunk on vodka. Could you get dunk in your sleep? Well you sure could.
I can't remember most of my dream, but the wedding was etched in my mind. But I think the real wedding's gonna be better. I ill try not to cry like a baby then. But I would really hope for an outing after the wedding, slack and drink... (n_n)

Dinner With Nadia

Guess what i did yesterday? I met nadia!!! But it's all good. I won't fall for her again. I won't get cheated again. All we did was have dinner, slacked for a while outside KFC Tampines near the big RAIders sign. After that, we went to Pentagon to slack with the Pentagoons. We're just friends now. In fact, thats the way I like it. Nothing more than that.

Back in Pentagon, our plan of being the Singapore Jackass is on the way. We had "practice" last night. We pasted paper tape on parts of our body with hair and give it a violent jerk. I did it on my legs, eyelash and eyebrow. Ajun did it on his legs, back of his neck and his pubic region. Some of the others just did it on their legs. I also painted smiley faces with some red spray paint on my legs and toenail. Iz did it on his tummy. Did you know that spray paint can be peeled off by paper tape. But I guess masking tape is better. It was loads of fun. We're planning on getting a chalet where we're gonna some more stupid shit on camera.

Last Saturday was fun. Hung out with Rai and Fahrul. You can read all about it at Rai's blog. Gotta go to class now.

In the rain

Lots of cars, bus and lorries.
Lots of scars from lots of sorries.

Lots of raindrops in the rain.
Lots of teardrops from the pain.

Another day of empty mailbox,
Another unanswered call.
Another whiskey on the rocks,
Another empty hall...