my fridae

erm, had a really headache wakeup in da afternoon, due to...well, u know=.=

hard raw night, lol!!!

since dunno where else to go, we just go and have our buffet lunch in Syuen Hotel...

the food are okay, but i heart the donuts so much!!!

den, we go to Kbox for our KARAOKE TIME!!!

Everyone thought Better in Time by Leona Lewis is my fav, but it turns out to be Rumors, by Linsay Lohan had become the newest fav in my list~

Practically proven, BITCH are more to my taste than those goody-goody singers....haha!!!

i'm headache now la...someone come n urut me, hehe...

So what?

and i finally realise that everything i've done so far is fucking useless.
fucking meaningless.

so what if i a frequent clubber?
so what if i love alcohols, until i can barely have my conscious mind?
so what if i practice free sex, and i couldn't even remember the name of the person that fucked with me?
so what?

i'm just doing what normal me will do.
without constraint.
without guilty.
without unpleasant emotions that bother me all day long.

i'm not a good boy.
and i need not to pretend i am, anymore.
fuck you.

i'm so dirty
i'm so goofy
i'm so helpless

Reminder

"No, your race is a constraint.
Imagine.
We'r going to the mosque on Friday.
And you?
You're drinking alcohol.
And we?
You're eating Bah Kut Teh.
What about us?
We well-dressed in Baju Melayu.
And you?
Think about it."

Ting, 2009

I've never thought my love story can be so tiring. There's lots of drama involved, and it doesn't seems to lead to a happy ending. It's not my type of love. And seriously, I've done far better than a normal Anderson could get credit for. I'm really fed up now.

You're telling me, the biggest mistake I've made is -- born as a chinese. You're telling me, I've done nothing wrong, but to have single eyelid, fair skin, and speaks with weirdo's language are among the blank walls I've built. You're telling me, as if I choosed for all I've done.

As if I have a choice.

Ya, I have.

I should never fall for you. I should have stay away from you. I should have keep telling myself, you are different with me: You are a Muslim, and I'm a Chinese. I should have remember that, you are attached. I should have remember that, you are too good to be true for me.

But I didn't. I indulged myself obsessed in your field. And just when I was having so much fun on peek at you and everything, a friend of mine told me that.

Ya, I should have awake now.
I should.

How I spent a lazy afternoon on Sunday.

Message

Ting: I saw M walking alone towards the bus. I'm going now!

Anderson: You can never resist him... Don't you?

Ting: I seriously can't resist him. Would you kindly help me?

Anderson: So all the no-longer-boyfriend-talk are craps huh? Wut you wan me to do? I dun have his number okay...

Ting: I mean it, But I can't help it. I just want you to help me get rid of him.

Anderson: Trust me, there's nothing you can do about it.. I cant help you in anyway.. u will hav to get rid of his influence by urself.. Or how you wan me to do?

Ting: Kill him.

Anderson: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Ting: Don't laugh. This is a serious matter. Or at least maybe you could get his number?

Anderson: =.=

This is a message log between me and a friend who have a serious crush towards a guy. Love birds are always funny.

If you seek amy

Oh my eff-ing god...she looks damn gorgeous in this MTV, I can't resist her at all!!!

If you seek amy, anyone???

quick update

my first time ever bowling game. and guess what, I get 3rd ranking...

1 mark more than WeeVien=.=

why do we still longing for promises, while we can have fun without it?

why do we need the blessing from the others, while we clearly know that it doesn't mean anything?

why do we need a lover, while we can always have so much fun with flirting.

i'm begging someone to answer me. i need a answer for these. i don't want be a bad guy.

Yours.

When I say: I'm yours, I mean it.

Yes, that's how I'm feeling right now. I'm yours. My sight. My hearing. My scent.

My feeling.

I hate to admit it. My feeling. That's not something I could give it to anyone, but you seems to have it so easily. Yes, you have my feeling. You manage to alter the way I feel for the weather, the way I see the day, the way I translate the hours. You did it. Congratulation.

I am always so sheepish. I always hope to bump into you, and imagine what's next, what's next, what's next. Everytime I did, everytime I didn't. I bumped into you, but I don't have the gut to look at you, I can only smile. Yes, smile, as if you can get what I feel for you, through my silly smile. And as usual, you will smile back to me, just as what you did to other friends. Though close. Though hi-bye. Just like the way you read me.

You're impossible to live with. But impossible to live without.

When I see you with your friends, with your classmates, or with your races, I can always see your face. So natural, so easy, so friendly. As if everyone could be your friend --everyone, but me. Maybe.

People say when you in love with someone, you can feel the heart beat. Yea, I feel it, but I don't like it. It's like your heart is going to drop out anytime. Anytime, when you are around me. When I feel my heart beat is increasing, I know that you must be somewhere around. Needless to look at your face, your scent is enough to make me faint. Faint, because my heart stop beating. Stop beating, because you are around me. You are around me, but you are not with me.

I'm yours.