Put here anything you want like a disclaimer, welcome message, anything. Even a counter.

Never knew I could get this pictures from school. Again, my quest for something inspiring...













This message goes out to everyone out there. My blog is free to read. You don't have to pay a single cent to get access into it and you don't have to ask for my permission. If it was supposed to be 'unknown' I wouldn't have typed down my URL in the personal message column in MSN and neither would I 'promote' it in friendster and through links from other blogs.

So do not worry about 'intruding' into my personal life. This blog doesn't really reveal much of it and I wouldn't even want to go hang my dirty laundry for the whole world to see! I know what to blog about and what not to blog about. There are certain limitations. But what I'm wondering now is the number of people who are actually reading it up on a daily basis. Maybe not daily, cause my daily dose of rubbish is quite similar to each other (it's more of a routine) but frequent enough to actually know more about what's going on in my play.

Nevertheless, I shall still go on blogging. Hopefully, I'll have my own narrative style after my 300th entry. Someone / some people did mention that they liked the way I express myself. So I guess I'm on the right track on being a star blogger, maybe? Aww come on, it wouldn't hurt to be popular without a nose job or posing nude. Oops. I'm so bad. Naughty, naughty.

I was looking through pictures of me during my years in RP (it's like as though I'm in year 5) and I've realized how much I miss my old friends. Pictures bring back good, sweet memories. Not all the time but it's enough to make you think about what has happened along the way that you were destined to be where you are. I miss Janice and Gurmit. The two people I met on set, grown close on set and off set. We use to go out together. Bitch about others together and do everything together. We were ESPN. E Sock Lian Prem Nadim show. I made that up cause we were always seen together and the names were actually our stage names for Redhill Blues. Okay, stop. I'm tearing...

Enough of it. I'll move on..
















See, I really wanted to blog today about something which I thought was really cool today but I found out that I had to complete my 4 weeks due 1000 word essay by tonight or I would be killed by my facilitator.

I can imagine two scenarios now. One. I come to school really late and get screwed by the facilitator for handing up the assignment late. Two. I come to school early, but with nothing to show. I would have loved to come up with a third scenario but at the rate I'm going, I'll die trying.

My friends took weeks to accomplish the task. It would be a miracle if I can do a B grade essay in 9 hours provided I don't take a single wink and still turn up 'fresh' for class. Someone help me..!

I really got to go now so I'll leave you with some pictures. I stole it from Aisyah. Hehe. It's done by her by the way. So if you're interested to know more, go ask her. I don't know. I just like bragging about how cool she is. What? I can't do that?!









Was feeling very sleepy today in class. I never felt that sleepy before in my days in RP. I had to take a wink before I drop dead during my presentation. I do sleep in classes but I think today was the worst case scenario of all scenarios, hey wait, maybe this is the second best cause I slept though the whole of the presentations once before (and that included my own presentation) What? Even heroes need sleep okay.

Beats Encore headed to Bugis for rehearsal there at some freaking club house. The rehearsal was really crappy and I wished I had never accepted the offer given. Argh, just thinking of it makes me stress so I won't say much. But we had our fun during the 'recording' session which was done on our own. I was a little high, in fact, I was too high. I'm deprived from sleep!

But anyways, we ran away from rehearsals and that was really REALLY cool lah! My babies rock lah! Went home straight after the practice and gave out EMP flyers to passer bys. Okay, that's enough for today cause my eyes are on the verge of shutting down. There's no longer stand by mode for me now. Here was something I made during my free time in class. I didn't have any other pictures in my laptop cause I transferred everything into Zul's hard disk.



RetRo ArT...

I think I'll be making a few more of this pictures...soon




No words can describe what was going through the mind. I rather we took it as nothing happened. Thanks to Newton for discovering gravity and making up the line 'what ever goes up must come down'...

Thanks Mummy for being there.. Lup sama you many many lah...



Currently listening to my old collection of 'punks goes acoustics'. Feeling very sleepy. The time's 2.46 am and I'm still in the mood to go around with my 'wife'. Well, for those who don't know who my 'wife' is, she's something with two wheels. Can't be a motorcycle cause I don't have the time and the money to get one so it's a bicycle just in case you're that blur to as what I'm referring to.

Stayed home the whole day cause I was having a swollen eye, and no I didn't get punched. Must have been from the night before cause I was having problems sleeping. I think I should invest in sleeping pills cause I seem to be developing this stupid sleeping disorder if that's what you call it. Or maybe I should follow the doctor's advice which is counting sheeps? Must be that.

Was reading up past chat logs hidden in my documents. Realized how much things have changed. It's nice to read up logs cause it brings back good old memories and sometimes bad ones too. The one person who I have the biggest stored log is my buddy. We talk alot! That's what I realized though we meet almost everyday, in the past of course. I'm always busy with my stuff and she's got her girl friends to make her happy so that's cool with me.

The night has just started for me. Will be performing at Civic Center tomorrow (technically it's today) with Beats Encore. Not really looking forward to it cause firstly it's a Sunday and I don't know. I just don't have the mood to perform, unprepared. We'll see how it will turn up at the end of the day.

Was at the window, looking out at the empty streets. Asked myself, how long will I have to go on like this? Maybe it's time to move on. Or should I wait a little longer? I don't know. It's too early to make a decision...

.: InDireCt aPProaCh :.



So today is the official day to just sit back, relax, and take a sip of freedom. Parties never felt boring with the right people. I took it as a consolation after a wrong motive for the performances that we had. Who cares about it? I don't even want to know... or try thinking about it.



So now even the Director knows about my 'happening' life. That's 'good' in a way cause it shows how much they 'care' for you. Oops. I'm going the wrong way. I really need to head back down and start taking the right track.




I can't think straight now. It's like this sudden feeling that the whole entire human race is depending too much on you to save the world with your super powers which is to kill people using chop sticks. I'm just too messed up. I need a break... from hell. The needle has officially reached over the 'stressometer'. Speaking of chop sticks, anyone has any to spare? I could teach you the move so you'll do it on me...

I don't know what to blog about so let's leave it.

You made me feel special. You made me feel proud. Then you made me feel like as though I was the one who has made you turn around. Whose to blame? Cause I've fallen in too deep and I can't get out. Leave me. Please...

.: PaRaNoiD :.



Natasha came up with this day today. It's called Kiss Day. So what do people do on Kiss Day? You get kisses and give them away too. So being a nice friendly guy who is a total sucker for kisses, I had to 'celebrate' the day too. Natasha claimed that I stole the day away from her cause it was her idea. Hmm, but I'm starting to like this Kiss Day thing. Okay, I was blushing and grinning my way back to class cause someone gave me two kisses on the cheek. She gave me one but I asked for another. What? It was cute what. So if you're still asking why I was smilling in class, that's the answer to your question.

Yes, I do blush just in case you never realised that. I think the worst time I blushed really badly in school was during the production of Redhill Blues when Liana pointed it out. The director was laughing when he saw me. I did blush a few times in my workplace, at Delifrance. There was this time I didn't want to send the food to the table cause the customer was breast feeding her child and the aunties were making fun of me.


I'm starting to feel that I've so much to remember but I'm not doing anything about it. So there's this to do by this day and that to do by that day but I haven't even started working out my own personal FMT. That's first meeting template by the way. And I would really want to explain the meaning of that template but I rather not infest your minds with PBL (that's problematic based learning for us) cause it's not school time. So let's just leave it as it is.

Was supposed to meet the director of the PAYM musical in the afternoon but she had to cancel it cause I was late and she had another meeting at 4pm. So I went to work earlier than usual. Had no appetite to it. Maybe due to the fact that I'm having a cough. Lorretta, the name of the lady director, agreed to meet me up at coffee bean after work. So we met her at around 10.30pm to talk about the musical. Yes, there's no mistake in the line. It's we. Mummy Eliza was there too though I felt really bad to drag her into this cause she had another meeting before that and she was on the verge of sleeping at the side of the road. Haha. But hey, appreciate that you came despite those sleepy eyes.

Mummy's really cute lah. She was practically playing with my jacket in the train. She looks really tiny in my size 'S' jacket. Putting on the hood and stuff. We were trying out those so called cool moves on how to put on the hood. I bet if it was in slow motion, it would look like some Hindi movie. So besides the fact that everyone was thinking what the hell are this two kids doing with the jacket and what's up with the hood in the train, I enjoyed my day today, just looking at Mummy being Doink! Haha.

I'm starting to get addicted to night walks. I took a really long detour just to enjoy the midnight breeze. The time was about 12.30 am when I was taking a sip of cold air. I think maybe the cold air is much better than smoking. Maybe I could get addicted to this and quit smoking! MAYBE. I enjoy the night. It's calm, quiet and relaxing. That's the reason why sometimes I spend long hours outside. It's just soothing. Remind of the days when I took strolls down at Changi Beach. Anyone up for star gazing? I know the perfect spot.

Just a little shout out. Beats encore will be doing a musical! That's all for now. Details soon...

So besides all this, I'm kind of facing a dilemma. I'm starting to have those stupid feelings. Smacks head smacks head. Hafez never had that feeling for a long time. Now it's back. It's scary...




Emo kid?
- Nope

Terrorist?
- You crazy? I'm scared of balloons and you want to make me carry a bomb?!

sadist?
- Not quite but I watch Happy Tree Friends if that's sick enough for the little ones.

Just plain mad that someone's bugging your buddy?
- Ah that's the question I was looking for. Now that you've mentioned it, let's talk.

Call me crazy or whatever but I'm just super protective of my loved ones. I think it's nature. Cause since young, I've always wanted to be the bigger brother and take care of my younger siblings. I remembered this time when I was in primary school and I saw this guy pulling my brother's bag, in the name of fun. I got this huge twig and beat the crap out of the guy cause he was just being too violent with my brother. That was, I think, the first time I had to use violence to tell people to back off.

Another incident which happened 2 years back was when my sister got insulted by her classmates really badly till she couldn't take it anymore. I stepped in to help her and ended up fighting with her friends. But when 'fight day' came, my friend was the one who was exchanging punches with them. Another story, so that will have to wait.

My buddy got disturbed in school today by some mat (pronounced mud and not mad). She was pissed so badly she became really vulgar (tak sweet tau). See, I don't mind you bugging her cause I can't control whatever you want to do BUT if she feels really pissed and starts feeling like shit and she's making me worried sick just because you thought it was a 'fun' thing to start making fun of people who have done nothing 'shitful' to you, then hell yeah I'm looking for you.

I could pull this off another time but it could spark off a dejavu which happened a year ago. I stepped in to quick to be the 'hero' that I jeopardize my friendship with the maiden in distress. Oops, wrong move I guess. But I had my share of fun...

It's already November the 22nd. I could still remember back then in Phoenix Park when the guys were talking about being in year two and checking out the year one chicks. Now, its us guys who are talking about being in year three and checking out the year one chicks? Okay, maybe not, I feel so old already. And I'm still single! Dah karat ah. Haha.

I think I drifted too far from my clique. Fee Faan. A name so damn popular back then that people thought we were running an IG. From stupid stuff like 'chapalang' day to crazy stuff like running around town. I was watching the bowling video which Raheem took earlier this year during Kai Lun's birthday and damn do I miss those times with them.


But you get my point of a good bond between the gang? Now it's really drifting away and everyone's doing their own little business. Used to have the frequent ciggarette breaks with them but now, it's either I go on my own or with my classmates. Lunch is out of the question cause I have different 'kakis' each time I head down for lunch. Hanging out is out of the question cause I'm pretty grounded in school and so the after school party gang are usually the people who hang around school till late with me. That show's how much time I have to myself... and friends.

Guess time changes things and people along with it. Either ways, I don't really care. If it's for the better, then let it be... no one can control fate.




After three weeks of not working at the cafe and over a month off from Delifrance, I'm finally back to earning my own money. My manager/friend called me up over the weekend to ask if I could help her at the cafe cause she's having school and apparently the person who was suppose to cover my shift (while I was on a long 'holiday' from work) quitted. So there I was, working/slacking at the cafe. It used to be a routine to rush off to work after school, but seems to me that the word 'used' shall be erased off that line.

I shall not talk about work cause the only two significant words you will see me use in the whole 'ranting section' would be eat and slack, eat and slack. So I figure I spare you the next 5-10 minutes of reading boring stuff that I'm going to blog about and introduce to you the new section of my blog. So instead of the 'ranting section', as editor/writer of this blog, I shall now welcome the 'bitching section'.

Well, it's really simple. This section is all about bitching. The good, the bad and the beautifully... ugly. If you're a frequent reader of my blog then you would have realize by now the trend in my entries. When I feel like shit, usually associated with my personal life, then my entries would be something you would find in a room for kids who slash their wrist. If I'm feeling doink, then my entries would be pretty much short and I'll start posting lyrics to make it look like as though I made an effort to have something for people to read. If I'm feeling happy and free, my post would be much longer that it takes time to actually scroll down to the bottom and scroll up again to ask yourself "what the hell is he talking about?" . And when I really don't know what to blog about, I'll start blogging about people!

See, I don't really 'feature' names unless of course it's like 'I went out with Bush in the afternoon..'. Usually I'll use general terms like 'he' or 'she' (like duh) I don't want to offend the person but by this doing this, I hope the person will know I'm talking about him/her IF he/she happens to jump into my blog. But, I did 'bitch' about someone a few times in my blog. But of course I said good things about her. She's no one other than my lil butt, I mean buddy of mine Aisyah. But before I even go on bragging about how lucky I am to have a friend like her, I do ask for permission. Don't I?

So for today, after much thought and consideration, the lucky person who I'm going to 'bitch' about would be (drum roll please) Mummy! Oh, people close to me know that Mummy is actually Eliza. I call her Mummy not because she's my mum or we are attached or anything (so please don't jump to conclusions), but it's just a nick name I gave her. Let's settle this first before I go on 'bitching' about her cause people are just curious about the whole thing. I'll try to make it short and sweet.

I call the members of the group babies because I was influenced by this line which my manager came up with 'tak tahu sangat ah Baby'. So this Baby-Baby thing came out from that line. So if they were called 'Babies' shouldn't I be called 'Daddy'? Cause firstly, they are all year ones and I was the senior in the group. So I was (and still) 'Baby Sitting' them. Eliza is my secretary, so I call her Mummy cause she's helping me run my stuff. So now do you get the whole idea?

So now for Hafez's quick facts. Did you know?

Aisyah is Ummi
Nanie is Mama
Lala is Mummy
Malvina is Mummy
Fadila is also Mummy

So can we all now settle it by agreeing that this Mummy thing is strictly just a term and nothing else? Thank you.

Now back to the story. Ah yes, Mummy. Let's rewind the tape back to where it all started. Percussion Ensemble was revived 5-6 months ago cause some smart ass thought it was a good idea (which in fact is a brilliant idea now) to try to get a group together to bring back those good old drumming days. But in fact, all he wanted was to get his Baby Djem. That's all. What an ass right?! That ass happens to be me.

So making a deal with the devil, I was introduced to this sweet angel of his, called Fadila, who is now the vice president of the IG. We went through a whole lot of shit together, from missing people to missing drums. After making a list of people and checking it twice, only one of the them from the missing people list messaged the ass. It went something like this 'Hi I'm Eliza here. Sorry I wasn't able to attend the meetings but I'm still interested to join...' shit, it doesn't sound like her but yeah, it was something along that line. What?! It was way back what!

So I assumed, by the look of the name' that this girl was a Chinese. Okay maybe I'm bad at names but it sounded Chinese. So we were having our usual 'let's hit the drums really hard and see who can make the loudest sound' practices when she came into the music room. I was sitting in a corner watching the other Babies when she just came in without any acknowledgement or what so ever. I was telling myself 'ni minah saper sak?' I was kind of pissed to be honest cause I don't like people who come in to play the babies (drums) without any acknowlegement. So there I was waiting for someone to tell me who the hell this girl is or I'll have to ask her myself which I won't do. So Fadila introduced me to Mummy, and that was just the start.

After practice we had our small gathering on the stage to talk about a few stuffs. I remember telling them about the different post they would want to consider about like vice president, secretary and so on. So I was jokingly saying "if my vice president is a girl, then you'll be called Mummy"

Mummy's response was so cute I could still remember it till now. "If let's say the person wants to become the vice president can she be not called Mummy?" It's still clear in my head. Though I couldn't remember what I replied, that really showed me her doink side, which still makes me smile till now. =) ZUl and I were making up ghost stories and Mummy felt for that too. Hehe. Cute right?

So after another round of shit, Mummy became my secretary. I can't really recall why I called her Mummy but it's stuck with me now. It's just weird to call her by her name. We did try once when someone got pissed off at me by calling her that but after awhile, it was back to the Mummy Daddy thing. Even Zul accidently called her Mummy cause he's used to me calling her that even when I talk about her. It's like her second name already.

I would be lying if I said that we didn't go through hell and back. But Mummy's really supportive of what I'm doing. She's there when I need her the most and willing to help me out even though she has alot ALOT of work to do. I think she's busier than I am but she's just there when I need her and that is something I just love about her. There were times when I got really pissed at her and I think there was a time when we swapped 'eyes' (melayu cakap jeling) but at the end of the day, it's Mummy who makes me smile with that doinkness of hers.

So the good thing is that she's really helpful. The bad thing is that she's always doink. Hehe but she's getting smarter now =) and the beautifully ugly is that she's pretty but she always gets the weird guys... Oops.

I would really want to go on, but there's just too many to say. This 'bitching section' might as well be renamed into 'our past section' Just a lil something before we go...




Here I go again.. My search for an artistic piece of mind.

















To be really honest, I'm scared of receiving their reactions. Scared of the endless assumptions that they will come up with after watching the whole drama being played in front of them. Scared of accepting the fact that I'm just too bias towards the individual. Scared of losing the trust of the whole community. I'm scared of losing you...

This whole scene has made me realize something about me that I've neglected for a long time. I've always taken things that I know I can't handle into my own hands. I've always taken things too personal, making it a hazard at times. I've been trained to be politically right, but human feelings always become a factor in any form of decision I make. Makes me wonder how politicians never got away with corruption...

They say movies are always inspired by real life events. They say movies are possible to happen in real life. That's what they say. I've always closed a ear when I hear what they had to say cause different people have different points to any given circumstance, but I should have listened to them earlier.

Neither was I having high hopes, and neither was I thinking maybe it could be possible. But then again, I'm just lying to myself. The mind says to just give up the past and try to find the future, yet there's always an obstacle to the goals you want in life. Whoever said life was a playground. You must have been influenced by a kid who was growing up being spoon fed with a golden spoon...

Pressure after pressure. Assumptions after another. Yet the mind cannot decide which it has to choose. To follow or not to follow, but the line is already a modified version of the famous line and thus it has turned out to be the greatest cliche created by man who are willing to change in search of what they want, and not what they need...

So if asked to define the meaning of true, no one has the right answer. Unless of course you follow strictly by the books. Books just gives you definitions of the language. But are we missing an important factor here that shapes the decisions we make in life? Screw the system for having such a policy of yes and no...

To me, seeing is believing. I've seen so much and went through hell and back. I've experienced enough to know what's the next thing that is going to happen. I'll be a fool not to jump to conclusions. Words are just words. Actions make those words a stronger stand. We need both of them to make a proper structure and enough prayers to hope it will stand longer. Hold on, here are we now...

Jealousy, envy, hatred. Do I need to add more to the list? There's a need to remember the past. The past helps to create a sense of urgency to tell yourself, "hey make up your mind". Looking around the crowd, they all have happy faces on them. You have no choice but to put on a show so as to not stand out too much and be spotted by the higher officials. Making sure that you be good and join in the fun with a frown in your heart. How long must this massacre last? Can any human last that long enough to proclaim himself a winner of a losing war...

It's easy but complicated. It's expensive but affordable. It's just that it takes more than just that look to prove your innocence. Who are we to judge? Who will be the one standing in front giving orders? Will it be me? Or will it be you... I don't call the shots now. We do, but I'll have the final say to it. Shit, now it sounds like a dejavu. Wait, it is one...

The longer I go on, the longer I'll have to suffer. What ever happened to 'let it all slip away'? Times have changed and so do people. We can't expect much especially when smiles are just a form of donation to the handicap. When hugs are a form of formality. When kisses are just a way of saying goodbyes...

You made me realized that life is all about risk. I took it. I took the risk of losing someone which may have either affected my life in a good or bad way. Neither could predict the future and neither could predict where we are standing today. But above all, it was a risk I took because I followed my companion. I followed it to the ends of the world. I could have given up everything to show the utmost sincerity that I could have ever possessed. I could have been with you...

Now, it's all starting again. Now with a different you. A different approached. A different tactic. A different way of hunting. It's like this dream you have which keeps repeating itself. Like a soap opera which never ends. Nobody likes 'to be continued' stories cause humans are always the curious creatures around even how religious you may be. There's bound to have such things strike you at a certain time. But it could be filtered. Maybe. God knows...

It's easy to understand. All you have to do is to assume a name and put it in. It can be anyone you know or you think you know. Then read it all over again. One could explain at least five different stories which somehow interlink which each other. It takes you back to the past and present. It's easy, if you know how to do it right...

rebellious. Going against tradition of following theories of a proper line. Who ever said that creativity could be thought. It comes naturally like a crying baby. It's easier for me to reflect upon it. It helps me forget stuff. I don't really care what people say or think. They have their on minds to keep and my own problems that look more like a lecture brought to you by your friendly neighborhood lecturer who always seem to be enjoying what people hate. Again, screw it...

Fatigue. Something I've not used for a long time. Since the day I remembered who I was and what I was doing. It's time to raise the white flag and surrender...

.: We eNd it WitH tRusT anD HoPe :.


People frequently ask me how I manage to have the time to blog when I claim to be the so called busiest guy in the gang. Well the answer is simple, I take roughly about 5-10 minutes to blog. What I blog about is straight from my thoughts (ain't that suppose to be the idea of blogging?) I don't really think of what to blog about unless of course the entries posted are very stagnant and only talks about what's going on in my boring life. When I get stuck, I'll turn to my buddy Aisyah for ideas than it's back to the keyboard to rant about the 'happening' things. I don't really check for speling mistakes (like that one) and neither do I check for the tenses using (like this one too) so if you happen to see any form of spelling mistakes or wrong grammatical/tenses used, please pardon my English and feel free to fill up your own ______. That's fine with you right?

So the agenda for the day was to meet up with the rest to slack around town and do a little shopping for next week's Flame Awards. The Flame Awards ceremony is basically just a ceremony to so call show their appreciation to the people who they feel have contributed the most to the development/achievement of the IG (interest group). I know who the winners are but I won't mention any names now. Let's just wait for the ceremony aite Mummy =)

Reached town at around 4 plus, all thanks to some ass who said he wanted to meet up but ended up at God knows where. Reached Lucky Plaza and headed of to Cineleisure to have lunch. Was checking out Youth Park to see the food stall but it was still close. Too bad, wanted to try the satay actually. Was eating Burger King, left the place and we aimlessly walked the streets of Orchard. We came across the Gamelan gang! We played the Gamelan following some counting done by the guy with the mic. 6,5,3,2,1 something something. All we had to do was to follow the numbering on the Gamelan. It was confusing. I saw a couple of Djembes chucked in the corner. Was itching to play them but they said that the Latin course will be due at 6. Never ever put a Djembe or any 'hitable' hand drums near Hafez. It kills him not to touch it!

We came back in time to hit a few rhythms with them. They were conducting a short 1 hour intro to Latin Cuban music. Well, the beat was very very identical to ours except it was much slower. And they were teaching us from scratch. Well, the gang was basically hitting the Djembe randomly which I think pissed the girl off but still we got back on track! I think she tought we didn't know how to play the beat but hey, we acted well. It was rather good. I think I'll teach the Babies the beat when I see them. Last but not least I asked if we could play a round on our own. So Zul, Dan, Umar and myself played the famous beat that we always played and wa la, there you have it! Shock faces! Bluek!

Left the place with smiles and laughter on our faces. There was this short 'call and respond' thing back at the small drum circle and you know I had to 'show off' my rolling skills. Hehe. Headed to Far East to have dinner with Huda. Went to Lips to get my retro rock hat and a pair of gloves. Zul got himself an afro wig which rocks lahz! Oops, shit, it was suppose to be a surprise. But either ways, the guy in the shop knows me so we got our little discounts. Actually, I'm amazed that he actually recognizes me. Must be the hair. Got a stud belt and that's the end of shopping.

Ate upstairs and we ended it with a short break. Huda went back to work to close the shop while the guys headed back to Taka to check out what else was in store for us. There was this performance going on. Bangra! I loike. Very very shoulder moving! Hehe. There was this small kid who was playing the drums. I think he was only 4-5 but it was really an eye candy to see him perform with the rest of the big boys. So that's the end of the whole day. Met Huda again and straight home we went. I was feeling sick. My body was feeling really cold and I swear the only part of the day that I felt better was only during the drumming session. Other than that, I was just feeling sick and restless. So what's next week?

Here are the pictures Dan took. Man I love his pictures. Let's end it with a little colour.


The still life of two kids...


Me, myself and the moving life...


















So besides the fact that I've actually beaten my own record of only smoking one & a quarter sticks today (well, last week was my benchmark cause I suddenly started becoming a heavy smoker) it was a good day today. So let's go into minor details.

Went to school late as usual but earlier than the latest which is 10.30 am. The problem statement was easy and I only did one of the one third of the work (I kinda failed my maths so if you know what the fraction is, tag me) Asked Mummy to accompany for lunch cause I didn't have my 'lunch Kaki's' with me today due to the fact that it's a Wednesday and the guys are not in. Made me wonder, since when did I have a 'lunch kaki'?

Came back to class at 2 pm with my sardined face and we presented an hour and a half later. Class ended pretty early today but I was busy making Tasha blush. That girl can really blush when I play with her nose. And I thought I was the only one! Came into the music room earlier cause Kelly passed me the keys during lunch and waited for the Babies to come.

We started at around 5.20 pm and I started sharing what I knew with them. The girls went to Causeway Point to get Arifah a cake for her belated birthday. I think honestly the group has grown very close to each other. I don't think I'll have the heart to say goodbye to them. I hate goodbyes. That's why I leave without a trace sometimes. Most of the times...

Continued playing for another hour and we ended on time (yes Mummy Fadila, we finished on time! as promised yesterday) Dan came down from Admiralty and he stared playing the piano. Mummy Eliza and myself started singing the song. He was playing 'Berhenti Berharap' which is like the song for the group now. Wak Cheng! Mummy went off to Causeway Point to have dinner with her friends while the gang went to 'jetty' to chill for awhile.

Was on the train when we met this cute little Baby with his Mum (who happens to be a 'beautiful' minah with tattoos all over her, and please don't ask me where) I kinda hate girls with tattoos, they just loose that soft side of them, though I used to actually date someone who was a famous minah in Chua Chu Kang. Look out for her tattoo on her left shoulder, it says Baby Devil, that's the girl I'm talking about. Dan and me played with the kid from Woodlands all the way to Jurong East. He was really happy to see us that he even went to the extend of running towards us at Jurong East. Zul and me were going towards Boon Lay while the kid was going towards Clementi. Just imagine if Mum let go of his hand. I will be the most guiltiest guy in the world!

Went home straight. Need to rest my throat. I had this sudden cough going on which hurts like crazy and I still don't know what's the course of it. Very scary indeed. I'm on the verge of suicide now cause I can't seem to open my eyes any longer.

Have to be early for school tomorow. Aww...

.: ShE NiCe HaiR :.


I think I have officially 'over used' my legs. Been walking all around the place since morning and 'wak cheng' ( a new word I came out with) now I'm already on the verge of hitting the sack with a bruised knee cap. Wait, knee caps or foot? Who cares. It still hurts.

During the break out, the so called smoking gang of STA wanted to do the obvious. We were on the way to the smoking point which is of course 'legal' in the eyes of the smokers when we saw this freaky guard just standing at the spot, motionless. We had to go to plan B, which was a hike to the carpark. We decided to venture a little further and decided to head into the forest. Yes, there's a forest at the back of RP. Maybe not that forested like the looks of Bukit Timah but it's enough to make your balls shrink at the site of the densed site.

I knew the place well enough to navigate our way back to the school but we ventured further than I had expected. It was indeed a fun experience but it came with a price, we were drenched in our own sweat when we reached RP.

Met Fadee after school to head down to Far East to east Fried Mars Bar. It was 'wak cheng'! to the max cause I had an upsize for it but Fadee couldn't finish hers. So it was a double upsize for me! Sent her to work after that and saw the new manager. Saw my other friends to, AB and Khai. The kid was so stressed you could actually see how much he hated the new management. Visited Jaslene who works in the shop behind the cafe. The girl's getting married next year. Looking forward to that wedding!

Didn't stay longin the cafe cause the atmosphere was just plain tensed up. I left the place and headed to Orchard Shopping Arcade to see the people back at the Cafe. Tante was so happy to see me and I was definitely happy to see her except Taufik the chef was on leave today. I totally forgotten about it! Was about to surprised them when I got surprised by my own stupidity!

Left the place and headed to Wisma to look for my ex manager. The kid's in Starbucks now being a trainee manager. Guess I'll join him once he gets a place to call his own. Sounds cool to brew coffee and serve. I miss working. It was just plain walking around to meet the people who I had worked with. It was just nice to see their smiles and to finally get to talk to them again. I'll have to do this again.

Headed off to Bugis to meet the gang. They wanted to slack at Kaki 5 which is like a small 'relak one corner suah babe' cafe. It was just relaxing to be there. Very carefree. We were playing the djembe and making so much noise. I met an MTV producer by the name of Kak An who I will do my PP on. She sounds nice and really helpful. Let's hope I get an internship!

I'm just plain tired today. I need to rest before I kill myself literally later. Oh and by the way, I'll be 'trying' to quit smoking from tomorrow onwards. Pray for my success please. Thank you.

.: I MisS HeR :.















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