and so thats it... 2006 comes to an end... to me this year was one of the slowest to go pass ever... think its cos of army. altho not the entre whole of the year was spent in army , still its as if i did. not to mention next year is the real thing knn. army has given me some, and taken some away from me. whether or not its a fair trade i dunno hahahaaa pls state the law of international trade 3 marks
some ppl love to celebrate countdowns each year cos it means a whole new beginning, a new stretch of road to walk, and with it comes new hopes about the imminent. some ppl cant bear to part with the fast retreating year cos they want to hold on to the present and they fear whats coming. like '88 guys cos its the season to go army tralalalalalalalala
i think for most of the '87 guys its a feeling of nofeelingness. army continues. kaninabechaocheebye. same old monotony. who cares abt '07 when 08 haven come which means ord haven come fuck off la
yeah i just said 2006 was fucking slow but i bet later when the fireworks blosssom and the cheers erupt and the guys grind the girls and the girls open their legs and all the watches become jan 01 and the 06 calendars land in the dustbins i will defintely feel that time is really flying past v square equals to u square plus two a s. perhaps all those times when you felt like a fucking chaocheebye at the bottom of the well with watery shit and red hot needles raining down on you with the sound of loud thunder exploding in the back ground were not important at all. sure, you felt like dying and opening your mouth and let the shit fill your lungs and get drowned in dabian, but hey the fact you are reading this means you got thru. you are now totally unscathed, unaffected, maybe except a painful memory of all those laosai showers. what am i trying to say? means no matter how much shit there is as long you endure and dun open mouth you will eventually come thru except a bit smelly onli. soon they will be past. so no matter how smelly and liquified the shit of 2007 is, just remember my words and you will be fine. what am still trying to say? i really dunno hahaah just talking shit here to add to the rain
| Thoughts Became Words At 4:12 PM |
Bury your head,
Bury your head,
I was feeling fine, you'll be coming clean tonight
And I'll be falling down with you once again
Call me your valentine, call me once tonight
And I haven't said it's okay
The things you said, I'm rehearsing them,
The things you said, I'm rehearsing them,
They went back on us
(Until his eyes rolled back couldn't step it up)
I could know when to come on to it
It's the thought that emerges
(Take back couldn't step it up)
I could never love the ion vein*
Bury your head, and the child smashed you down
And the psalms will soon recall me again
Fall down below
I'll sleep tonight when you're okay
And I haven't said it's okay
The things you said, I'm rehearsing them,
The things you said, I'm rehearsing them,
They went back on us
(Until his eyes rolled back couldn't step it up)
I could know when to come on to it
It's the thought that emerges
(Take back couldn't step it up)
I could never love the ion vein*
They have been the ones who've seen enough
This is what you call love?
They stole my lies,
Sold right and all,
They wandered around and round my mouth,
They stole my lie,
Sold right and all,
(Stole it all, Stole it all),
They have been the ones who've seen enough
They went back on us
(Until his eyes rolled back couldn't step it up)
I could know when to come on to it
It's the thought that emerges
(Take back couldn't step it up)
I could never love the ion vein*
You'll be coming clean tonight
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:20 PM |
Oh My Fucking God my brother just bought the entire series book 1 to 12 of DeathNote manga WOOHOO
| Thoughts Became Words At 2:03 AM |
oh my fucking god i am fucking sad now.... just read the news that said james brown has passed away... for all the ignorant shits who dunno him hes the godfather of funk rap and soul... he was the one who inspired ppl like michael jackson and prince... he was one the ppl who made blacks recognized in the music industry... and all bboys would know that his songs are the classics and must-haves for the dance... seriously its damn sad la... i even doubt all the fuckedup fake cheebye toys like 50cent and usher and wadeva fuckshit will even feel sad... why would they... these ppl are causing the death of hiphop as a culture and of course they wont feel sad abt the death of a hiphop legend.. fuck this is bad for christmas la
| Thoughts Became Words At 5:28 PM |
what use comes of all those when the doors now appear closed do i pass or persevere
| Thoughts Became Words At 2:10 AM |
Yeay Christmas is just around the corner... 5 more days only to be exact
i know Christmas by right shouldnt mean anything much to me... shd be just another public holiday... since im a free thinker and besides S'pore has no such thing as snow, reindeer, burning fireplaces and big grand Thanksgiving dinners with enormous stuffed turkeys.
but i think its the mood of christmas that i like.... the feeling portrayed with living rooms with Christmas Trees (with heaps of presents underneath) with tables laden with hot food, all bathed in a warm and pale yellow light from the fireplace, while outside the window is all cold and white and snow is lazily cascading down... its the peace you feel inside when you hear children caroling....
christmas used to mean gg to big department stores like Isetan and Robinsons with my family and get lost in heaps of toys, checking out those Micro Machines and Zoids and pleading with my parents to buy them for me, while Christmas songs are playing in the background and Salvation Army ppl are ringing those bells of theirs...
altho most likely this christmas i will be staying home and watching lame to the max shows on TV, or maybe gaying around and clusterfucking with army ppl in town....hahahha thats utterly gay and sad case to the maximum
and btw i just noticed the nicest Christmas songs are also the saddest.... read from a website that most of the writers of these songs are jewish... and many of the songs are written during war... the song White Christmas (I'm dreaming of a white christmas...) was written by a Jew... his only son died on Christmas day... so every single christmas meant laying down flowers and mourning for his lost son...and when the song was released it was world war... its was damn popular with the soldiers away from home cos it contained all their homesickness and nostalgia... it hinted at peace during times of hostility and death... go listen to Bing Crosby's version of the song... really sounds like a funeral song la... also check out Silent Night/7 O'Clock News by Simon and Garfunkel... its utterly sad la... but also damn nice oso...
| Thoughts Became Words At 7:53 PM |
Girls are like apples on trees.
.
The best ones are at the top of the tree.
.
Most boys don't want to reach for the good ones because the boys are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
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Instead, they sometimes try for the apples near the ground again and again because they are easy.
.
The apples at the top think something is wrong with them; in reality, those girls are amazing.
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But maybe the amazing apples just have to be a little patient for this time that the right boy, the one who takes a chance for her, comes and picks the great apple.
| Thoughts Became Words At 11:28 AM |
from 14 December i will have my Leave all the fucking way to 26 December. thats a whole gugujiaoload of 13 days. merry christmas
| Thoughts Became Words At 7:01 PM |
if it wasnt meant to be then why do our paths keep intertwining
| Thoughts Became Words At 7:52 AM |
just now went IKEA Tampines with parents. damn long nvr go ikea alr. i was actually excited to see all he sofas tables cupboards shoeracks softtoys and pottedplants.... like "wow if my living room in the future had a oriental theme i would buy this particular lamp together with this nice table"..... altho im like dunno how long away from getting my own home, but i think everyone alr has a rough sketch of a dream home in their minds... argggh and just now see all the kids playing on the sofas and toying with the softtoy snakes i now want a kid of my own. who wants to make babies hahahahahahahahaa
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:02 PM |
pasir laba medical centre. fucking relaxing. god has just shouted "Learn Driving" in my face.
| Thoughts Became Words At 7:33 PM |
well got posted to 3rd Div Infantry HQ at fucking JURONG CAMP.... super knn la.... have to take mrt from pasir ris to boon lay end to end then change to a bus everyday for a whole entire complete total ONE YEAR PLUS until i ORD.... i will seriously go bankrupt on travelling costs la....
i am now put as reserve for the taiwan vocation... so if the guy selected suddenly parents dun allow or something crop up or something happen (hmmm hmmm) then i will go.... sian.... i so want to go there la... damn sian...
but now this means i will go fight ATEC... shd b quite fun tho xiong... now just hope i get to stay out... but then again so far i alr dun feel lk booking in and out everyday alr... argghhhh
but well now im a 3rd Sergeant alr... after all the shit courses and trainings.. now more power prestige and benefits... but also more responsibilities... and besides trainee life is over... trainee is actually gd loh... you make the most and best friends... you go shit together with the rest of the platoon... now i shall say gdbye to things like "Bunk Spirit" "Bunk Mass Tidbit Sessions" "After Lights Off Ton-ing" "Sergeant Kbing Sessions" and "Platoon Mate Bitching Sessions"....
and it was sad to seperate from everyone just now... seriously all of us are super split up.... most of us will b reporting to our camps alone....dunoo when will see those great people again... altho this saturday theres supposedly a clubbing session at MOS...hahahaa...free tix summore.... argghh i will seriously miss Nee Soon Camp and Northpoint... altho both are pretty fucked up in their own ways hahahahaa
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:36 PM |
a canadian hiphoper takes on your mainstream shit with all its bling cars and women
The Love Song by K-Os
[Intro]
Contrary to popular belief
You know what, yo
[Verse 1]
This is not a love song, it's a sonnet
Damn it feels good to have people up on it but
I'm just a fool playing with the master's tools
Learing how to break the rules of this record company pool
Hallucination, I see with my eyes
But my heart's telling me lies, why do I fantasize
Why am I telling lies to the people from the stage
Pretending it's all good when inside it's fire and rage
Cause I can't understand
How a man lives off the life of another man
Trying to pimp the universe, that's a joke
I stay rocking the boat down to my last note
It's murder she wrote, assassination vocabulary
I see your termination is heavily necessary
I should'a known, they do it for forbes alone
I do it to break the walls if I fell off then let me know people
[Chorus]
It's funny how life can go
First you ride high then you might lay low
Don't get high off your own supply
Some will say first before a fall comes pride
This is my message to the world
Just trying to reach every boy and girl
Not trying to say if it's right or wrong (you know what, yo)
This is just a love song
[Verse 2]
Lyrical optometrist with twenty-twenty vision
Servin' rhymes like my granny used to serve provision
Chaotical amniotical fluid, the rap jewett that's fluent
In the art of onomatopoeia
Metaphysical microscopic topic dropper
When I was a kid I wanted roller skates and a bike chopper
But alas, pop, pop, never thought to keep me in style
That's why I'm schizophrenic now so
God bless the child that has his own
The harvest we reap is what we sown
Chrome microphone, shoot it, towards the dome
Of computer digital clones, that mimic philosopher stones
Saying the style's their own, when they bite like mike from brownsville
That sounds ill, relationship is a mirror
But ch'ya see yourself within, and the picture is clearer
That's why I'm on the scene wit a mic, like ernesto guevara
While they exploit your life like geraldo rivera, they just
[Chorus]
It's funny how life can go
First you ride high then you might lay low
Don't get high off your own supply
Some will set foots before a fall comes by
This is my message to the world
Just trying to reach every boy and girl
Not trying to say if it's right or wrong (yeah)
This is just a love song (check it)
[Verse 3]
It's easy not to care, what people say
It's harder to pretend to try
Cause they can only love you, from yesterday
I'm looking at the nile, it rose high
I'm just a man who's walking
They stand around and keep talking
They tried to clip my wings
But wisdom fills so many things say it again
I'm just a man who's walking
They stand around and keep talking
They tried to clip my wings
But wisdom says so many things, to love, love
[Out]
It's funny how life can go
Don't get high off your own supply
This is my message to the world
Not trying to say if it's right or wrong
This is just a love song
| Thoughts Became Words At 7:19 PM |
Tan of a NSguy
| Thoughts Became Words At 12:17 PM |
just back from Summary Exercise at lentor area. did super a lot of Casevac. do until shoulders evolve become metal. did quite a lot of fire movements too. also one night i was OC and had to prepare the whole company for night defence. shout banana red and durian red until throat is now comfrim red
and i will passing out coming tues. yeah. but rather anxious abt posting. hope its a gd place. and anw i was one of 3 who were shortlisted for some Taiwan overseas vocation shit thing. go there for year and stay. good money. 1000 plus per month on top of sergeant pay. altho it will detach me from everything in Singapore but i will learn super a lot there. and meet super a lot of chio taiwanese girls there. and earn a lot of money there. well altho i think i got low chance of getting it but at least all i can do is be hopeful abt it...
| Thoughts Became Words At 9:56 PM |
