Everything Seems To Be Good

Every1 seems to be motivated for smthing somewhere.

Every1 seems to be happy!

All the Best! :)

Degenerate Lifestyle

Having a 4-day weekend may not be as fun as u may think. Especially if u dun noe how to spend the time well.

You just get stuck not knowing what to do next. Hence, leaving urself wif means of living a degenerate lifestyle momentarily.

Lately I realise I was refering to myself as 'I' and not 'We'. What happen to the not self-centred and understanding me?!?!?! I read an article or what somewhere which intepreted that to refer to oneself as 'I' is to be thinking of one's own life and not be bothered bot others, while to refer to oneself as 'We' is to be thinking bot the best interest of society and do what is right or needed.

Maybe because I have too much of a problem that I am incapable of showing care and concern abot the rest. There are some life theories that seem to contradict with each other. Imbalance I conclude may be the source of the problem.

Or is it really just me?

The Objective

I hv bn learning how to;
Use Wind Chun (keeps me really humble and increase me reflexes. :) i loike )
Learn abit of Contra business investment
Find the inner me & gaining control of myself

I want to;
Learn how to play firestaff & poi
Do acupressure
Play the guitar (hehe, bro got a guitar, can rly practice now! yessah)

I wish to hv the money to;
Go on long hols
Go out wif my frens
Explore the world in an adventurous way
Go explore the climbing world wif a car

I wish to hv the time to;
Do all the things stated above
Learn more about the world and other interesting stuff
Do projects of my own

Main Objective: To hv a more fullfilling life with my peers.

Quote: Its a good day to die! (4get where it came frm, but plz dun see it as negatively, coz it means alot more than what it seems my frens! :) )

Being Too Far Ahead Of Time

Smtimes it doesn rly pay to be wise. Believing in ur conscience and takin cautious of the things we do. It just makes life boring and makes us more mundane human beings. The price I pray for being a goody-too-shoe boy isn as positive as u may think.

This may explain why bein the Devil of me can suit the situation smtimes. Life too short for regrets. Must make the right decisions constantly. Being a good gentlemen. Being honest. Doing the right thing. Fuck all those man.

Seriously, to hv fun and be adventurous, you gotta take risks. And do the craziest things without meaning em in the 1st place, and regretting the consequences much later.

Being the perfect man doesn get u everything. Bein the perfect asshole may get u smthin. Evn though it may be a pain in the arse.

With Nothing More

So much of an ending as an open finalist for me. Oh well, goes to show how stupid coms can be and how stupid i can be.

3 of the same mistakes made within 2 years. I nv learn my lesson despite the hard way.

Hmmm........considering joinin only rockmaster, and spd comps. At least there wun be any cock-ups, long waiting time, nor wld ther be any similar mistakes made again. Just ain cut-out for this kind of thing.

A BIG '?'

Something must be done.

For What is Best

Focus on the things in life that matters. Know no boundaries my friend.

oh yea, didn expect to go to open finals the wrng way. Terry, u owe me a combo meal man.......what was it again, a mee maggi and wat drink?

Btw, it was good to see a whole lot of teamsprc. It motivates me. Seriously.

Hope 2 changing the club for the better.

And stop monitorin the laptop.........ur eyes are killin u my fren. :P

YES MAN!

It started from an email, to Terry's advice, to something crazy enough to do.

1 sentence of advice to u guys: Dun expect anything.

1 sentence of advice to ME: Expect something. Something embarrassing but worth while for the fun of it. And make that 3 sentences altogether.

Wisdom Told Me So

Maybe, there are more impt things to life. :)

They say....

.....a picture says a thousand words.

Xmas Party Dec 2008
The Taxi that got stuck in the middle...


Group pic


Group pic 2


The Countdown for 2009!
When it struck Twelve.....


....I was a superhero tt produce sparkles!


And Terry & Hans was ther.


And so was Hairul & Couple.


The secret dungeon in SP?!?!?!

Welcoming The New Year!

This time, the new year was celebrated with much delight. It was the 1st time I went somewhere to commemorate the new year. The past years, it was just couch-potato style.

For now, I shall pen down on what happen before & after the clock strikes twelve:

Before:
Basically I could go home as early as 10am on the 31st dec, due to the fact tt my maths tutorial was optional. Or mayb better, cld hv just make a self-declare holiday since the 1st two lessons in the mornin wasn smthin of great importance (tend to sleep in em too! no surprise ther eh.).

After playing chess in maths lesson which ended by 12pm, I make my way to the rock gym in hype mode. Totally amazingly, alot of ppl were ther. I guess every1 was cheerful and was anticipating their upcoming plans for the day.

I made small talk as I proceed thru the crowd and befallen myself on the 'lucky 8' ( for those who duno, lucky 8 is the famous cue ball bag where every1 hv slept on or maybe with! hahaha!) While waiting for Terry BoBerry to appear, I learnt to play 3 doors down - this time on the electric guitar. Had to take some quikie lessons wif Naz. Damn bah-ger noe how to sings well too.

After:
*Fastforward to the interesting part..............
Hans, Terry, Hairul & girl, and me were sitting our ass off at east coast park, by the beach. It was ady 11++pm. Winner menthol (a.k.a. banana) was the brand of cigs choice of the day that we smoke b4 the clock strikes 12 (it would be the last time i smoke hopefully). It was just great sitting & smoking wif em while enjoying the cooling breeze. It brings bck the sentimental value of my old self.

Suddenly, the sky illuminated bright red. It wasn a terrorist attack or anything of tt sort. It was the flares tt had shot up frm several ships tt had lined up along the sea horizon. The public toasted and merry-making in unison.

Life was bliss.

It wasn long b4 Hairul and Terry started the ball rolling. Fire-pois were lighted. Camera was rolling. and ther was ACTION! Burn and burn the pois did. Play and play we did. It wasn tt difficult to catch the attention of passer-bys. We were too engrossed in our activities that everythin else didn seem to matter, esp our nervousness.

P.s.--> This will be a too long an entry if I was to go on any further. I shall save the remaining story for another time then.