When two people have a “fair competition”, it doesn’t say a lot. All is fair in love and war. Love and War are very closely related. Ever watched Troy?
Hmm…what should I do now? It’s like playing minesweeper blindfolded. >_<

Trying to push a person to catch a Pokeymanz. Difficulty level? Try catching a Deoxys or Mew and square that a few times and you get an idea.

school days 1

Deleted all my old, old posts. now it’s time to tag all my recent posts. The Tag Cloud on the right has all tagged posts, with the biggest tags=most common tags. Probably a lot of stuff copied from the internet lol

Never write for too long le, so shall flex my brain muscles a bit lol

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“Wait!” The girl in the uniform cried out to the closing train doors.

With a little leap she managed to get in just before the sliding doors met each other. Mike looked at her as she adjusted her skirt, sat down and took out a novel. She had big hazel eyes which stood out from her fair face, and black flowing hair which reached to her chest, which was so round and full her uniform could not hide it.

The only thing Mike knew about her was that she was from the class next door and that she seemed to liked reading as she was always holding a book on the way home. Even though it was only a small discovery that he and she took the same train home, it made him feel strangely happy. However, he felt it was not necessary to investigate about her or talk to her. Mike was just satisfied to admire her from afar.

The girl looked up from her book, to see Mike gazing at her. Mike quickly turned away, returning his eyes to her once the girl got back to her book. He took out his phone to change the currently playing song, but went to the camera function instead and pointed his phone at that beautiful girl…

I’ve loved this song since I was in Primary School, I’ve also heard my mother sing the chinese version since I was young.

(Probably can use youtube to find it! Go now!)

Carmen’s Habanera(English Translation)

Love is a rebellious bird

that nobody can tame,

and you call him quite in vain

if it suits him not to come.

Nothing helps, neither threat nor prayer.

One man talks well, the other’s mum;

it’s the other one that I prefer.

He’s silent but I like his looks.

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a Bohemian child,

it has never, ever, known the law;

love me not, then I love you;

if I love you, you’d best beware! etc.

The bird you thought you had caught

beat its wings and flew away …

love stays away, you wait and wait;

when least expected, there it is!

All around you, swift, so swift,

it comes, it goes, and then returns …

you think you hold it fast, it flees

you think you’re free, it holds you fast.

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a Bohemian child,

it has never, ever, known the law;

love me not, then I love you;

if I love you, you’d best beware!

French:

L’amour est un oiseau rebelle

que nul ne peut apprivoiser,

et c’est bien en vain qu’on l’appelle,

s’il lui convient de refuser.

Rien n’y fait, menace ou prière,

l’un parle bien, l’autre se tait:

Et c’est l’autre que je préfère,

Il n’a rien dit mais il me plaît.

L’amour! L’amour! L’amour! L’amour!

L’amour est enfant de Bohème,

il n’a jamais, jamais connu de loi;

si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime:

si je t’aime, prends garde à toi! (x2)

L’oiseau que tu croyais surprendre

battit de l’aile et s’envola …

l’amour est loin, tu peux l’attendre;

tu ne l’attends plus, il est là!

Tout autour de toi, vite, vite,

il vient, s’en va, puis il revient …

tu crois le tenir, il t’évite,

tu crois l’éviter, il te tient.

L’amour! L’amour! L’amour! L’amour!

L’amour est enfant de Bohème,

il n’a jamais, jamais connu de loi;

si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime:

si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!

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Now playing: 03. Charlotte Church Enchantment Habanera (Carmen)
via FoxyTunes

Gah.

I didn’t have the guts to do what I wanted to do.

Its all too late. I realized too late. How long has it been?

If I could turn back time, even if I failed to defend my pride, I would charge forward with all my heart to try.

What cowardice I had displayed in the past.

Lifetime failure award winner=me.

NICE GUYS FINISH LAST.

The dreaded answer to a confession:

The “good friends” card during Valentine’s Day spells GG to the guy who likes the girl.

The good friend’s song

小姐啊小姐，妳真是美丽。
乌溜溜的秀发，水汪汪的眼睛。
只要一想到妳，我满心都XD。

今天啊今天，我鼓起勇气。
到底心归何处，我想要问问妳。
但妳的答案，真让我 >_< 。
(编按：读音为「大于底线小于」)

（好人）说我是好人，妳说真是对不起。
（好人）说我是好人，就宣判我的命运。
（好人）说我是好人，我挫折俯跪不起。
（好人）说我是好人，我只能orz……

[taken from The Fool's Progress]

A short story, adapted from a source. If you would like to see more, well, lol I will write lor.

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Glug glug glug… The cool creamy milk slid down Wei’s throat. His eyes were closed, enjoying the full flavor of the milk. The sun was out and warmth bathed over him, even though he was under the shade of a tree

“Hey, Wei!” A high-pitched voice called out. Wei opened his eyes, which were permanently disturbed by the fringe of his hair, and saw a figure bouncing towards him. It was Cheri. She was a perpetually cheerful girl, although apparently unaware of her two very outstanding bosom buddies. A thought flashed past Wei’s mind as she bounded towards her. What’s inside those enormous boobs?

“Hey, you’re drinking milk again!” With each syllable, her humongous chest trembled, her uniform stretching to contain it.

“What? Is there something wrong with drinking milk?” Wei snorted.

“Not really…” Cheri pondered for a moment, before speaking again. “Do you like milk so much?”

“That’s not why I drink milk,” Wei was getting annoyed by the incessant asking.

“If you don’t like milk that much, why do you drink it?” Cheri was really curious.

“Uhh…” Wei did not dare to reply. What could he say?

“If you’re not careful, and drink too much, you may turn into a dairy cow!” Cheri made a moo-ing sound for extra effect.

“I’m not going to turn into anything!” He shouted back.

Wei glanced at Cheri’s cute face, his thoughts in a whirl. It’s not like I want to drink milk everyday…I just want to grow taller, so I don’t look so lame being next to Miss Stretch over here.

Wei was not sure how he and Cheri ended up together. He never really did anything, and was never the kind to chase skirts. However it happened though, Wei did not complain to have such an attractive girl by his side.

Cheri noticed Wei had started to stare at her, and she looked back him innocently. “Hmmm?”

Not seeming to care much, she took out a bento box and a pair of bamboo chopsticks. She offered it to Wei, “Wanna have some of my lunch?”

Wei took a piece of meat and no more. Cheri started eating, and nothing was said between them for some time. As Wei continued to glance at Cheri, he started drumming up the courage to ask her something that had been bugging him since they met.

“Eh, do you like shorter or taller guys more?”

Cheri’s eyes looked up, and a finger went up to her cheek, unknowingly striking a very cute pose. “Me? …I’ve never really thought about it.”

“But if you had to make a choice between the two?” Wei inquired more.

“Well…you are the only person I’ve ever truly liked, so…I don’t really know.” Cheri was still indecisive.

“Seriously?” Wei sighed.

Suddenly, Cher looked sideways to Wei, a smile creeping up on her face. “Oh, I get it…”

“G-get what?” Wei looked back at Cheri

“You’re worried you can’t grow taller than me!” She said as if announcing a great theory.

“Be quiet! Is it wrong for me to worry?” Wei said, defending himself.

“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with worrying” Cheri replied.

“I’m sorry for being so small!” Wei apologized.

“It’s alright,” Cheri comforted Wei, “My ideal type is your height…with a face like yours…hair like yours…and a voice like yours…”

“Wha-?” Wei’s cheeks flushed crimson, his mouth agape.

“Shall I countinue?” She asked.

“No, that’ll do.” His cheeks still felt warm. He looked sheepishly at Cheri.

“You shouldn’t worry about your height at all.”

“I get it already, but at the very least I wish I liked milk as much as you do”

“Me? I don’t like milk.” Cheri gave a look of puzzlement.

“Don’t lie! I bet you gulp it down like crazy!” Wei accused.

“I’m not lying, why would I like milk?” Cheri retorted.

“Then…” Wei, taken on by a strong curiosity since Cheri came over, moved towards her and put a hand on her left breast. “How did these get packed so full of milk?”

“These aren’t full of milk!” Cheri answered.

“Then what are they made of?”

“Erm…” She put a finger on her cheek again. “Dreams?”

Wei was unconvinced. He suddenly had a wild thought, and by impulse, took Cheri by the shoulders.

“Then let me have a good look what dreams you have in there!” He pushed Cheri down on to the grass and went down on all fours, looming over her face. Cheri closed her eyes and turned away, embarrassed.

“Ahh!! I lied! I lied! I’m sorry!”

Kinokuniya trip

Today I went to Orchard, more specifically Kinokuniya, ’cause stay at home will die of boredom de.

So I was walking past the Hyatt hotel and I passed by Woannni and her bunch of friends. Her group and I were walking too fast so I didn’t get to say ‘hi’ properly to her, but I was not too concerned at the moment ’cause I was gonna reach the heavenly bookstore of all geeks, Kinokuniya!(But it was a tremendous morale boost anyways =D=D=D)

And what a heaven, chock a block of English, Chinese and Japanese manga! Oh, and children’s books in Japanese too! I saw 2 young boys reading it and have some sort of discussion, like it was a philosophy. It was some kinda Pokemon book. I felt abit stupid, watching anime for so long, yet still not understanding what the book was about, or their discussion. Then the mother of one boy came to pick him up.

Kinokuniya attracts Geek Males and their gender counterpart the Geek Female. I saw a couple of young Geek Females that were still XiaoMeiMei, which is nice. Japanese have
made me appreciate the Delicious Flat Chest.

Then I saw the stereotypical Geek Female. THE FAT YAOI GIRL(FYG). The FYG is the direct counterpart of the Nerd. She’s fat, into girlish men gay-ing with each other, and more disgustingly, openly discusses it. There were 2 of them, but in order to preserve my morale I decided not to observe them.

Since Kinokuniya attracts little Japanese boys, it will likewise bring the middle aged women with them. They usually buy magazines, and have a husband and stroller with them. I feel that Japanese may be trying for a 2nd invasion of Singapore, this time with Anime and little boys to win us over with cute-ness(or as they say, KAWAII DESU NE~)

In the end I bought the “Bleach Official Bootleg”, the 3rd volume of Yotsuba&!(which Gaius knows about, which I was so stunned to learn) and Climbing Mount Improbable by Richard Dawkins(author of The God Delusion).

I’ve already read Climbing Mount Improbable, but it’s good book about Evolution so I bought it.

I ate some Japanese grilled fish for dinner with my Mom. Then to complete my pilgrimage of Japanesee stuff, I bought a 1GB memory stick for my phone so I can watch Anime and Sentai on my phone. Sweet!

All in all, a good day.

16th April 2007 EDIT: I guess I must clear the doubts of people. Maybe this will make them ask more questions. I dunno. I will see how it goes. I dunno how long this will be up.

And here it is! Come sit here and listen to my recount. Try not to fall asleep, I will put a stool below your head, so you will get a smack if you sleep xD

It seems that there was a lot of factors at work, finally culminating in a big storm in my brain. I can remember as far back as February(around the week with that day), I will just list them out here, in no particular order.

1. Thinking about love.
In itself not something unusual. According to my blog archives, I have done so since March 2006, when I first started my blog(wow, what a difference 1 year makes in my thinking). And before I started blogging, many times. I would think about something(DOTA, Anime, the meaning of life etc.) for a day or so, consumed by it, then will proceed to forget about it. However, just like how warm air and cold air over the sea causes a tropical storm that devastates an area, innocent factor come together to create something big.

2. XXX
My first impression was that XXX was like, a horny bitch. Wow wtf suddenly I feel very strange saying that, like I wanna hit myself like that. Well, in anycase XXX’s interaction was another one of those normal, small weather conditions that will cause the storm. Links to Main Factor 3, the trigger.

3. Sitting besides Jason Wong.
Numerous things here, but the 2 main things is my taking a break from DOTA at home, and Jason and Cherie. Without DOTA, suddenly I had a lot of free space and time in my mind to think about other stuff, linking back to Factor 1(thinking about love). The latter factor also links back to Main Factor 1 and Main Factor 2, as I think of Jason & Cherie, leads to me thinking of love, leads to thinking about XXX. And that is why, Jason affected me so much without doing anything much. In the end, I stopped thinking about Jason, and only thought about XXX le.

So, the storm started brewing inside me, thanks to the above weather conditions, and many small things that I won’t mention because of my lousy memory when it comes to such things and article length. There was a period of calm, from February all the way to March.
My memory doesn’t serve me well, but thankfully I have my blog and MSN, which can reveal enough for me to see how I was.

Timeline(last updated on April 16th, describes March 26th-March 29th)

March 26th: Wanted to be near somebody for no fucking reason other for the sake of being close. 1st serious symptom I remember I had.

March 27th:Blogged with a post saying “brain has shorted out”. I seriously thought my brain had shorted with me thinking those kind of thoughts.

March 28th: Had a sudden urge to listen to a certain song(Shawn will know). Changed my MSN personal message. Strange feelings arose in me. Contradictions. Pain and Happiness. Joy and Melancholy. (I feel like an idiot, and a melodramatic fucker writing such things now) I had gone into the serious stage now.

March 29th: My blog reveals I was thinking of *Ahem*, the first ever public mention of such a private matter which would have been normally locked inside me. I had gone off the deep end. But this was only the calm before the storm that was about to come. The day I went truly insane…March 30th…

16th April 2007 EDIT: Does that answer your questions? Does that clear the air? Lawl.

Ah…the irony that one of the names i missed out when writing down my future classmates back in the Dec holidays, was going to be the one name that keeps appearing in my mind. Irony is funny, isn’t it. Hahahahahahaha.

Life is so full of twists.

I have finally found the term for my condition: Infatuation. Romeo’s “discreet madness” because of Rosaline and my own “insanity” are one and the same.

But, a person with the plague does not recover with the knowledge that he has the plague. In fact, it may even make him feel worse.

I never thought I would be a person who would be infatuated with somebody. These are false feelings, yet they keep coming back even as I purge them from my head. I’m now full of contradictions and conflicting feelings, thoughts and actions.

“What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.”

If you need to know who is the subject of my affections, my blog hides it within its roots.

Love? I’m so curious about it. It’s a beginning of an obsession. I want to know what’s it’s like. But I’m like an apathetic beast. Gah. I just want to scream.