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Friday, June 29, 2007
Misa


Paolo Nutini - New Shoes
Woke up cold one tuesday,
I'm looking tired and feeling quite sick,
I felt like there was something missing in my day to day life,
So I quickly opened the wardrobe,
Pulled out some jeans and a T-Shirt that seemed clean,
Topped it off with a pair of old shoes,
That were ripped around the seams,
And I thought these shoes just don't suit me.

CHORUS:
Hey, I put some new shoes on,
And suddenly everything is right,
I said, hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody's smiling,
It so inviting,
Oh, short on money,
But long on time,
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine,
And I'm running late,
And I dont need an excuse,
'cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes.

Woke up late one thursday,
And I'm seeing stars as I'm rubbing my eyes,
And I felt like there were two days missing,
As I focused all the time,
And I made my way to the kitchen,
But I had to stop from the shock of what I found,
A room full of all my friends dancing round and round,
And I thought hello new shoes,
Byebye them blues.

CHORUS

Take me wondering through these streets,
Where bright lights and angels meet,
Stone to stone they take me on,
I'm walking to the break of dawn. (x2)

CHORUS (x2)


Take me wondering through these streets
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Give the song above a listen, btw. It's quite cool.

(can someone tell me why alot of singers I like seem to be born in dec, jan and february?)

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Here goes

4 papers. Let's throw my life out the window.

^_^

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Monday, June 25, 2007
Food

Time to eaaaaaaaaat! ^_^

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Sunday, June 24, 2007
Ah

Another DotA post.
LOL!

I mean, what the heck am I supposed to post about when the only thing I do every day is play dotA.

Anyway, today's game made me smile.
ME. Treant. 4.5k hp. ^_^
5 on 1. I LIVED. LOL! Ganged by 1 soulkeeper, 1 naga siren, 1 pandaren brewmaster, 1 PA, 1 alchemist. And I FUCKING WALKED OUT ALIVE! Although with only about 300-400hp. But 2 hearts regen me back to around 1k life pretty quickly.

(my allies weren't around. they were somewhere else)

Oh yesh.
I am a happy person today.

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Saturday, June 23, 2007
Hahaha, fucking retards

Hahaha, some people just suck at being sporting. Can't even take a joke.

Seriously.
Lose lose la, dammit, just a game, what so big deal.

It just occurs to me that DotA, and maybe blueserver, is kinda like the usual mmorpg kind of place, where these people flex their e-penises to show that they are more 'manly' that others. LOL!

Pardon me, but please, I think these guys are deprived in some way that owning in dota makes them get an erection or something. Man, they totally miss the point, lol! No doubt it's about winning and shit, just like any other game, but dude, grow up, don't have to go around cussing just 'cause you got killed. What, it felt like I contravened your manliness by chopping off your peens?

Well if it is, then I'm truly sorry. I didn't know your macho-ness is only in a hero in DotA. I'll try to avoid killing you next time.

NOT!

What, you guys can't concentrate when we post in [all]? I didn't know your attention span is so damn limited!

I wonder how you drive. Seriously. God protect you, man. (not that I do believe, but maybe you do, so just to be sure)

:/

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Saturday, June 16, 2007
I hatez white bloody noise

I hate noise.

Especially that buzzing, ringing sound at the background, aka the uberhighpitch sound.

Why?

It's darn irritating, especially when you're focused to sound.

That sound is a pain, WHEN you're trying to listen to music, and your ears are open and most receptive to all froms of vibrations.

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Thursday, June 14, 2007
One's peril in war.

Warriors set off, away to fight in a distant land. It was long, ardous and painful, and little made it, during which, his heart and mind was alway home, and he found solace and calm in the memory.

It was strength in the face of danger, to have a place to return to, like a rallying point that gave them reason to fight. And before long, it was time to go home.

Yet home was no longer home.
When they return, what warmth was all gone.
And they, who were expecting a decent welcome, instead got a cold, almost cruel rejection.

Their home no longer wanted them.

Fate was cruel, they lamented.
They fought so hard, hoping to come back and rest in loving company.
Instead they felt caged and unwelcomed in their very own birthland.

Sometimes, for all our efforts and works, our contributions and improvements, we are rejected by those who benefited from what we did.

So, why bother?

A labour of love and pride, will never be repaid with similar love and pride.
All we get is a sense of alienation, that the world was not the same anymore.

Perhaps we should've fought eternally on those battlefields, fed by the memories of the past.
Or never fought at all, and lose it anyway.

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Quite bloody emo

My parents were angry for no good reason.
Angry at each other, and maybe at me.

I see no peace in this.

Can't wait to live on my own.
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Everyone says that I'll miss home once I'm away.
But you see, it's not that.

A house is not a home without love.
And mine is full with animosity and volatile truces.
It's a freaking warzone here, with offensives at any moment.

I feel like a refugee at times, wishing I can be far away from here, yet reluctant to do so.

You all can be all emo with your love issues, but it's not something that's close to heart.
Romantic love is still an issue that's only happens when you meet, and perhaps the missing part.

It's a place where there's little love. Just expectations, and responsibilities. Threats and 'offers'. Deals and agreements with little natural desire to just be caring and nice.

Maybe there is, but it's few and far between, like looking for a white lily, signifying peace, in a war torn wasteland.

Many of you look up to your siblings, parents, whereas for me, each passing day, I see more and more reasons why they should not be looked up to.

It's not I do not care. I wish all the best for them, and sincerely wish this place can be rid of this perpetual civil war.

But i'm tired of running for cover whenever the missiles and bombing runs start. I'm sick of the warning sirens blaring at every corner. Life isn't quite life when it feels like a game, where my room is my nuclear bunker, where I hide whenever the air smells of blood

I wish I have my own place on there.
Somewhere I go home.

Perhaps I should work out of country.
Somewhere far away, away from everyone I know.

Families.
Bleh.

Goes to show how much respect I have for such traditional bonds.
No doubt they are necessary, but I don't respect a person by a virtue of position.

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Tuesday, June 12, 2007
24

Yeah.

2.4!!!!!!!!
Oh damn, aren't I very darn predictable? Blogging about 2.4 the day before it begins, terrible, simply just terrible. And that's being very lenient.

Bleh~

Why? Oh why do we have to feel so damn bloody sleepy and tired a day before our final hour of reckoning, it's as if the very gods itself chose to fail at that most crucial moment, for their own entertainment, some tragic fate, to come so close to an end and yet inches for the finish, to find oneself in a terrible state.

The dark clouds loom over me, the avatars of darkness and many other spectres wandering the worlds await for the call to charge in.

All it needs, is a brief, minute taste of blood in the cold, harsh and very polluted air.

Then, like the plague, they shall spread and slaughter all, weak and strong.

My goodness, that's some exaggeration there, comparing an exam paper to the undying hordes. I feel as if each passing moment brings me closer to the edges of sanity.

Soon, something is going to push me to over.

-_-

NO~
Shit.

Seriously, am I going mad?!

;P

Or am I already am?

I prefer the former, at least I know I'm still normal, because if it suddenly dawns on me that I am already crazy, I would wonder how a normal me is like.

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Saturday, June 09, 2007
Sharing Bonds

Did you know I love jazz piano songs very much?
I also love the kinda ambient/loungey/feel good kind of music very much?

Hahaha, I wish all the game music were this quality man, in terms of melody. S.F.A and soundtemp really did well.

Anyone interested, do ask me send a sample. Of course, keep an open mind.

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Friday, June 08, 2007
Sizzle Dazzle Razzle Tickle

6 feet under?
Or maybe just half way there?
I'm not quite sure.

Anyway, that's not important.
I'm kinda lost at what to blog.

Well, since I'm on the topic of lost anyway...

I believe there's phases in writing.
1 year of writing, 1 year of reading, 1 year of writing and vice versa.
F3, read F4, write, F5 read, 2006, write.. 2007, prolly reading.

It turns out these 'cyclical' variations are a tad annoying, but does it matter to the simpleton readers who traverse these lands? Ay, it makes little matter, to these wandering souls, who, are lost without an aim.

Cycles. Are we very much so subject to their influences? To say we are merely pawns and victims of the cosmic entities that roam the universe, very much degrades our position as ruler of the world, does it not? But alas, I happen to believe so, for we are nothing but mere ants in the vast multiverses or universe, whichever you so happen to believe.

Ah, what bull do I so speak off? It's merely an expression of a soul longing for intellectual stimulation from within, to be granted a muse's inspiration and creative gifts. But nay, I do not feel the astral energies flowing, instead, in it's place is a fat swine stuck to a small door.

Behold, such misery brewing in the labyrinths of our tiny minds. The feared BLOCK! For those who's knowledge of the process of literature is very much limited, I will so enlighten you now.

Main Entry: wri·ter's block
Pronunciation: 'rIt-&rz-
Function: noun
: a psychological inhibition preventing a writer from proceeding with a piece of writing

Yes, lo and behold, the fearsome disease that haunts all you bloggers, and YET we are so unaware of the existence of such a barrier.

(okay fine, i'm very bored, gtg now)

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