running out of stuffs so went to buy

1.silk pro shampoo
2.nivea facial foam
3.honey milk showering foam
4.chocolate biscuit sticks
5.yoghurt
6.myojo lor mee ---> fucking nice must try if u never try b4
7.my lunch ---> laksa + extra hum.
8.ice cream
9.orange juice


camp at home! today not going out, which is rare of me.



if i dont type this now, i probably wont type this tomorrow, because by tomorrow when i wake up, i would have lost track of these wonderful thoughts. inspirations dont stay for long, they hover about and leave soon shortly afterwards when you let go of your thought strings.
i am definitely not your average man/boy/young man. i engage in intellectual stuffs of every kind imaginable hideously way beyond others. attempting to type a list of these would be crazy, so i wouldnt do that. my genre of music, a spectrum so huge and dense; an indication of my passion for everything emotionally engaging, from the heavenly highs to the abyssmally lows. anything that requires mental power to divulge and challenge, i will have particular interest for it. thats just me, and forever will be me. you only have one life, so we should learn as much as we can.

in spite of all these, i still maintain a healthy balance between reality and non-reality; able to engage in a healthy communication and ties with people everyday and everywhere, and im proud of this, as it puts me in a advantageous position.

i have my flaws. certainly. long list as well.

but fuck, really very sian, sometimes i dont know what i want, could it be that i want too many things? its time to narrow down to priorities, benjamin?

what am i?




-[life is a journey, so everyone lets be christopher columbus-es, venturing and treasure-hunting to our hearts' contents while not forgetting and maintaining the never-changing basics.]-

be happy or not, manning changes like weather in fds.

now its quite weird. i dont see the change resulting in better H1N1 prevention, just maybe for covering uhm* -*cough*-s sup-*cough*-erior* a-*cough*-sses.

i think preventing H1N1 is lame.

if you wont kena, you wont kena, if you will kena, den so be it.
prevention is cure is not a suitable phrase for a situation like this.
singapore is so small, small until my uncle's nephew know your sister's wife. everyone know everyone. one kena, means alot of ppl will kena. but isit their fault? no. fuck cb no. so dont waste your time man.

yes, prevention on a small scale is totally justified and reasonable, but not to a stage whereby you have to change things so drastically that it affects everyone more than the H1N1 itself. That is so WU DI LAME. DRAW SNAKE ADD LEGS.

that is something stupid people can do, and make themselves more stupid.
i would like you to correct me, oh that is if you can.

this month will be like rolling thunder for me, but then, im the ace of spades.

just fucking bring it on.


problems are but happy endings unsolved.




没有吃过苦瓜, - 永远都不会了解草莓雪糕在相比之下是多么的冰凉甜美可口.

Linkin Park - New Divide

This SONG IS FUCKING TAM!!! SIBEI SHIOK sia. HAHA. listen liao i can imagine myself to be Optimus Prime.

Sorry i cant help it, the little boy in me comes out when i see transformers.

Transformers damn high sia.

Without further ado, here are the fucking lyrics!!!

I remembered black skies
The lightning all around me
I remembered each flash
As time began to blur
Like a startling sign
That fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason
To fill this hole
Connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide

There was nothing in sight
But memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide
The ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in
Between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Across this new divide

In every loss
In every lie
In every truth that you'd deny
And each regret
And each goodbye
Was a mistake to great to hide
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason
To fill this hole
Connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide
Across this new divide
Across this new divide

You hover your wallet above the lifeless and hard cuboids.
They flash a bright green colour and their red mandibles part sideways.
You walk through, with an empty mind and a body that has grown habitual to your never-changing lifestyle.
A huge machine sticks out from the ground and extends towards the platform.
You take a step on the moving metal bits that move gradually to the top, disappearing, and then re-appearing at the bottom again, a never ending cycle, much like the daily routine you are going through.
You finally reach the top. Half a minute has passed although you haven't realised it. You could be rushing for time.
A rectangular panel hanging down from the internal roof suggests the impending arrival of a gigantic beast.
It solemnly reads 2 minutes.
In what seemed like an eternity, a loud booming voice echoes from your left, accompanied by a intermittent sound of metal grinding against metal.
The orange eyes of the steel behemoth grew larger and larger as it stampeded through the stale air, every passing second closer and closer to you.
Red and white stripes run down its entire length of its metallic serpentine body.
It screeches to a halt, a cacophony of hissing and grinding sounds blending in with the voices around you.
Steel plates that run alongside the gargantuan part sideways, much like the red mandibles of the cuboids.
As you tread into one of the square orifices, the first thing you feel is the cold air rushing out from the inner space of the behemoth, albeit a welcome feeling.
You take a step into the adequately lit and crowded area and take a look around you.
People, everywhere. Imprisoned in this huge metallic serpent to be deposited at various locations for different purposes, just like you.

I am taking the MRT after all.



[-Remember, emeralds need not shine, and devils certainly need no love. And itll not last.-]

the 2 escalators at orchard central are so damn long. takes like two minutes to go up!! vertigo vertigo.















i respect the distance between us, i stand and wait in patience until something picks me up again. i still do, i still do. i can do nothing though. for now, our worlds will not intertwine and intersect. it may happen again, or it will not.

fish.water.sand.waves.wind.air.fire.fuel.

[It is the year 2048. The world and society has transformed dramatically since more than 30 years ago. Cars no longer run on petrol and are airborne now, moving around in the air as though they were being controlled by an invisible magnet. The chromosomes/DNA codes for all living organisms have been thoroughly solved, making it possible to manipulate life and death. Earth had not fallen as prophesized in the year 2012, but continues to thrive despite the physical pollution and dwindling resources.]

[The scene starts off somewhere on the Island of Singapore.]

A man named Nimajneb walks into the Institute of General Health, Psychology Section. He appears to be calm on the outside but yet he has had a troubled life so far. Looks are deceiving. With slow but deliberate steps, he approaches the woman at the medical counter.

By now, you, who are reading this, should have realised Nimajneb is a weird name indeed and its just a mirror image of the name Benjamin. Nimajneb has been created to show the author's creative-ness and his awkward sarcasm, and of course, for entertainment's sake.

Benjamin : Hi there.

Woman/Nurse/Whatever : Hi, what can i do for you?

[short pause of approximately 5 seconds, then followed by a hesitated speech]

Benjamin : I hear you have services for memory deletion for people who wish to forget their past. Is this true?

She-who-shall-be-called-as-Nurse: Yes, that is right sir. But it is an exceedingly complicated and much-debated-about process. We will need your total consent for us to consider whether you are a legitimate person for this process.

Benjamin : Yes, i have all my particulars here, what else do you need?

[Nurse takes about 5 minutes to browse through the mess of papers...]

Nurse : That is all that is needed sir. There are 2 options:

Preferential deletion : Forget what you want to forget.
Total deletion : Forget everything.

What would you like sir?

Benjamin : Yes, i do realise that. Let me consider for awhile. I will return shortly.

[The scene ends with a man named Benjamin looking dejected, sitting down on a seat, head looking at the floor, pondering... thinking...considering...contemplating...]






[the story continues...]

feeling 1: lying down in the best position ever on a white sandy beach with beautiful coconut trees that sway seductively in the wind, enjoying the picturesque sunset and the utopian landscape that will never end, eating a million tubs of multiple flavoured ice-cream with unlimited supply of toppings of any kind you can imagine and getting a massage. at your side is a carton of alcohol of any kind you could ever find in your life, if not more. on top of that, the entire haven is also a babe galore. nuff said.

feeling 2: trapped in this vile abyss, spiralling into bouts of nightmarish thoughts and brain raping, with hordes of grotesque denizens so nefarious, so revolting, so degenerate and comtemptible that they make satan look like gabriel the archangel.
every second passes slowly, with the pain and torture multiplied countless-fold.
you dont know even whether you are dead or alive. it could be both. your helplessness piled on your incapabilities is like rubbing sulphur onto raw wounds, the shame and the agony unbeknownst.


ok that was 2 very different descriptions.

for some particular reason, everyone wants feeling 1, obviously.

ive just conjured 2 paragraphs of the most opposite feelings, it may be exaggerated,
thanks to my imagination or if you would like to praise me, my intelligence. if not, nevermind then.

1: book in
2: book out

hahaha. *gasp*


anyway, back to reality, life is seriously quite sian as of now.
im going to delta . for fuck's sake. help my balls.
i hope i really get to come back a/c shift.

i am also starting to have thoughts of murdering particular people,*joking*
but i really really hate people from the mlm business now.
because mlm is epic fail and they still glamourise it.
what the fuck, damn stupid can.
its like... i would like to ask him. are you stupid or are you stupid?
oh wait you are both. hahaha. fucker.
waste my time only. ccb.
so what if xxx is my friend, your problem isit. fark off la.

omg omg cycle cycle until sibei tired.

one of my tyres was deflated, so u can imagine how much effort it takes to cycle.

cycle all the way freaking far to oil station pump air. den afterwards realise the tyre itself already got hole. so also no use.

end up cycling 3 hr on a deflated tyre. tired until cycle halfway can sleep omgomg.