Dear diary, why is it so easy for humans to fall victims to wrath? Why is it so easy to be sad, when being happy becomes something of a luxury these days. Why is it so hard to put a smile on people's faces for long?

I've lost track with god. I wanna reclaim back my kingdom. I have the time now... All I need is the will.

On another note: I met a lot of people in driving. Just yesterday, my primary school friend was in car 14. My secondary school friend was in car 12. And I was in car 13.
Like, who drives car 13 on a friday? ME.

Then I met my JC friend who happened to see me walking out of lessons.
Talk about meeting alot of people in one day.
Last friday was suppose to be my school's JAM and HOP. Which could be describe as the most fun days every year, maybe save for the carnival.
And it brings back some memories of school. Yeah, I hated every bit of it. Down to the last koi in the fish pond.
shant discriminate any further cause they hold my A lvl results.

Gee, 1 year has passed. And I still remember the last Jam and Hop we had. How the last song was the couple dance and stuff. How we had a mass BBQ at the court yard. How I bought potatoe chips specially for my CTG.
And How I met new people like Andri, Bruce and Lea.

You know the phrase? Don't think about the past? No matter how bitter or tough the past was, I find myself thinking about it. I hated school. But I love the friends I have there. I miss screwing around with Viknesh now.

Holidays are like an endless slumber where one bleeds to death from boredom. NS looms closer, and I'm still at square one, trying to find something to satisfy my life.

Speaking of Life, I hate hypocrisy. Maybe it's because that's what I do sometimes. I pretend to be nice. I pretend to be happy.

And I hate people who pretend to be happy and oh so happy after a break up. Bunch of hypocritical liars, who only serve to deceive themselves. But deep down inside, they become a dry husk from which they an empty void exists.



My life's monotonous. Like an endless melody playing the same tune.
Never in my life have I seen such a stark contrast between December and January.
One month, I was the happiest, the other, the moodiest.

My friends are all enlisting soon. I'm the last one, which may or may not be very comforting.
My whole January is wasted on shopping, pool, movies, Dota.
I don't feel conducive at all.



Stalkers and Followers are two totally different things.
I hope the former does not exist on this blog.
I label stalkers as mundane individuals, simply contented at peeking at other people's lives, with the aim of comparing lifestyles.
If you think your life is better than others, than so be it. Don't come peeking at mine and then snort in contempt just because mine doesn't seem as exciting as yours.
Popularity is short lived, and what counts is what you think of your life. Not what others think of it.

Honestly, all the remarkable people I have ever met have never been popular. And all the popular people I hang around have never impressed me by doing anything extraordinary.

I don't want my life to come under public scrutiny, much less the not so respected stalker.
But i do want this blog to be a story.
How I thought 4 years ago, and how i have changed, possibly for the better.



I want to help the survivors at Haiti. I kinda feel that here I am, a perfectly free and able teen, wasting his life through boredom, and drowning myself in the midst of my freedom, where miles away, people are crying for help.
People give the most common excuse. I'm too busy to help. An excuse I do not have the luxury to utter
I want to help.
I really want to fly out there and help the relief efforts.
I don't know how to get there, not do I know what I can do in Haiti.
But I do know that they need every help they can get.
It's a long shot, but I want to help.



Went out with ex mindchamp classmates yesterday. Ben just finished his A's and John tay, his O's.
So we caught daybreakers, which doesn't really appeal to me. I think it was okay. Not great, and definitely not worth the 6 bucks spent.
I'm not a fan of gore. The last part is quite retarded. It's as if the Director doesn't know how to end.
So it's vampire eat humans, and convert back to humans. More vampires eat the converted humans, and they become humans. Then one vampire shoots all remaining humans, and I think they could have at least come up with a better story line.

Oh, and we played pool. I played with the guy who taught me all about pool. And I still lost. Haha, keep losing to Ben, but keep winning John. So wrong.

Then we played at settlers. Which, I personally think it was a refreshing change.
We spent the evening wrapping up at starbucks and talking about what guys like to talk about.
Pretty refreshing crowd to be with. I miss old times...