24/10/10

Today, is a sunday. My weekend was spent ... nua-ing. Really nua-ing. I haven't picked up a book since friday, except for jap book. =x

Why can't i pick the book up? Cuz u're running all over my mind.
Ppl were wrong when they said i'll miss the food back home.
Ppl were wrong when they said i'll miss my house back home.
But ppl were right when they said i'll miss my family, my girlfriend, my friends.
Its not the comfort of having domestic helpers, nor the luxury of good meals and free transport.
It ain't about the lcd tv, or unlimited channels to watch
Nor about the PS3 which sits alone in my room.
Its about the people at home, the people in camp, the girl sitting for me in her living room.

A-ma, who nvr failed to keep wishing me luck before i go. Dno whether she love me or what la. But since i'm her grandson, i guess love transcends generations
A-yi, who doesn't fail to get me what I want, or what I need. For example : 'I need a car, can borrow anot?'. Nvr will she say 'no', nor even hesitate. The most you get is, be safe. The best u get is, you need me to come home earlier to pass u the car anot? OR!! U drive me to work la den i can take mrt home. But tt isn't why i think about her, its more about the motherly love i get.
Aunty Marie! Who turns any place into a comfortable little nook. I can't say that I haven't been appreciative, but i know what a force she is in the domestic helper industry. A third mum to me, she's the one person who would probably epitomize home, since she's always at home. hahas
Sister - pronouced as CIS-TA! Surprisingly, even though after she's grown up and we can talk about relationships and stuff, i still miss my brother - pronounced as BRO-DER more. Why do i miss my sister then? AHHH! No one to quarrel with? No one to buy things for? No one to pester me? No one to say good nite kor kor anymore. No one to introduce new songs to me, nor gimme a goodnite hug.
Bro-der. He is so strong i can probably fight him to train for fighting other guys my age. He is probably the only person at home who can make me smile back into the camera. Not because the others aren't nice, but because he is so cute. 11 year age gap may sound astoundingly huge, but actuaally it ain't. Its about how much you wanna connect at each n every level. Plus i'm extra childish...so...h ahaa
Mother and father. Haha. Father first la. Father because he offers help but yet knows when to retract it so that i can grow up. Yea, always there but yet not always there. Something like that la. Plus of course the comfort of his driving, or more recently, his car.
Mother. Dunid to say la. Everyone knows how much i love my mum. Love = sure miss.
But also because she smoothens out my life so much, without her, my life seems so much bumpier.
Wan Joo darling. Yeea, thats what u're named in my phonebook. But who cares about your name, i don't think i've called u by ur name for 5 years. Have i? For family politics, u're the 2nd girl in my heart. But to me, you know where you stand. You know.
So, why do i miss u? Haha. I dno. No one to disturb me on wkends, no gf obligation to fulfill. Life shld b pretty much smoother without u right? But, no. Why? cause, u are a part of my life. Blog vows are stupid. But like all other army exercises like EX BV, its stupid and meaningless when you're doing it. But on hindsight, (hindsight is very powerful), U realise its meaning. So my blog vow will be, 'to hold you for all of eternity, and if not till time shall cease to exist. To love you as I do myself, and if not till I shan't exist.'

Girls make hearts race. But whats a race, when you would set mine ablaze.

Your love

Its really not about the ring around my finer.
Nor about the flowers wrapped in fancy paper.
Not about the promises you made
Nor those you broke.
Not even about the things you said, or didn't say.

Cause I gave you everything when I told you i love you.
And the love you returned,
is the greatest thing of all.

But i couldn't ask for more, your love is the greatest gift of all. :)
Beautiful song eh. =)
Your love - Jim Brickman.

argh

Read e eulogiea. Touching sia. Is the woman i love a woman worth loving? Guess so. No i know so.

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mobile costs

So pissed. It goes like this. I hold 3 phones. One sg no. For receiving msges. Two uk numbers. One for mesaaging within uk. E other for calling anywhere n msging out of uk. This is to get the cheapeat combi la. So i called home ytd. My norml calling phone network was busy. So i used my other uk umber. I called home. No one picked uo. I was charged 1.7 pounds. Thts 3.5 sing. Zzz. So damn pissed. Hahas. Ranting ramting

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Desperate

Yesterday was probably the one feeling i haven't felt in ... 1 month?
The feeling of wanting you so badly by my side.
The feeling of being in your embrace.
The feeling of security.
What its like to be safe.

Yesterday the images flowed back to me.
Memories, after all, don't get washed away so easily, at least not in a month.

Lips impressed on lips.
Hands clasped.
No space for words to flow.
All under the cover of darkness.
For no one but you and me to see.

Now that its hit me so hard once again,
I know i have to say,
i miss you, and.
i love you.

Okay, i've got it of my chest.
School school here i come.

I'm officially increasing my school hours from 17-19 hrs a week...perhaps.
Lets see!

4 hours of econs.
4 hours of accountancy
5 hours of math
2 hours of night classses on democracy
2 hours of jap on thursday.
Perhaps another 2 hours of French on wednesday.

19/5 = 4? 4 hours a day?
Thats not good enough man. Gta push push.
One day splitting of time =
1/3 : sleeping
1/3 : eating + Travelling + Using com
1/3 : studying.

Thats 8 hours a day. Which means 4 hours of self study a day. Wah!
Yesterday i did ... 4 hours of school in the morning,
half an hour of math in the afternoon
2 hours of democracy at night
another half hour of math
and 3 hours of econs.
That equals to = 10 hours of mind bogglingness.

No wonder my brain couldn't seem to let you go yesterday.
Overworked.
Your love is my drug : By kesha, from gabriel to you my girl.

Run Devil Run

The devil is running within me.

Ever tried running down the streets in a foreign country?

With the cars honking, the people staring, the beads of sweat forming, the muscles cramping.

The constant slip-slap of your flip flops seem to leave behind a trail of memories that fade away so fast with the rain. Can everything stand the test of time?





Dno what i saying. I just ran. wahahas. I had to return ONE DVD to a shop. I decided to run, cause it was too frigging cold, and I friggin didn't want to walk. Hahas. I gotta do it more often. =)