Surprise surprise, and blank.

This really came as a surprise.
I got a 1 for maths.
and a 3 for english.

God.
I better blog everyday now.
I have been off for too long.
My aunt is back from New York,
the city which never sleeps.
she rarely sleeps too.
Amazing.

The past week have been the same.

Sleep.
Hang at MG with the same bunch.
Mum nagging.
Home.
Sleep.

A vicious cycle which will not conclude anytime soon.

Hmm.
I have the sudden urge to golf.
Grr.

People,
I can start receiving your messages,
just bought a new phone.

Okay,
Gonna go meet Nik, Chester , Brendon and Bella now.
Before i get tagged again.
toodleloos..

Cards, and more cards.

I have just completed 2 days of card playing.

24 hours playing cards.

and now?

I am sick.

Hope I'll be fine by 2

so that I'll be able to go for some job briefing.

Here are more captured goodness.

Thanks Mel.

Here are a few pictures to sum up my week.
Xn's house, drinking thing.
Golf. With Mel and brenado.

Bowling. With Brendon Melody Bella Nik Matthew

Chester's Birthday.With everybody.

Here's one for you.

Roses lose meaning,
Sun, loses its shine.
Santa stopped laughing,
My hands kept bound.
A year is not far,
yet,
Am trapped in memories of yesterday
Till then,
My hollow days,
Reserved for you.

Great night isnt it?

Happy birthday chester.
You cow.
Now it makes 2 of us.
Both seventeen.
Who's next?

Went to his place for movie.
Good movie.
Accepted.
'Ask me about my weiner!'

Couple of drinks later,
I started talking bout D.O.T.A
Amazing huh?
I know zilch bout it.

After that it hits me.
I let a couple of inner out.
and wrote a song.
which i am sure we will jam it one day.

In abbey road.


You were the inspiration for this song.

I will call you up on a sunday night..

An end of a chapter.
Aruptly ended.
A new one unfolds.
It could be rewritten in a years time.
Nobody knows.

For one,
I stopped biting my nails.
and you helped me kick the habit.
Thank you.

A new chapter begins.
It begins with

'Mark and Brendon just became much richer..'

I swear,
we are really lucky.
Bella isnt.
Not to worry.
We do share our wealth.

Mark sighs.

Worst.
Night.
Ever.

Regret. and what i should have done.

Given a second chance,
I would've gladly taken it.
Being tipsy is not a good thing.
Alcohol is bad.
The devil's water ain't so sweet.
I should not have gulped.

I should have sipped.

Chap Chit and Its not all about me.

Yes.
I am turning seventeen.
BUT
it's not all about me.
My parents should be celebrating, not me.
My friends should be celebrating, not me.
Here are a couple of thank you messages.

Mum and Dad [No particular order] - Wow. 17 years, and you show the same care for me as when I was one. I thank you for all the undying care and love you've shown to me in these 17 years.You moulded me to what I am today and I hope you are as proud of me as I am you. Thank you.

The RatPack [yes that's all you people who i call friends] - a Person does not make himself. It's People whom make others who they are. I thank you all for all the times you've have been there for me. It doesn't end here.

It's a big jump,
16 to 17.
I am no longer a student,
a kid.
I still remember clearly that;
when I was 2, I ate bread and candy for breakfast.
when I was 3, I fell down and cried.
when I was 5, I thought my parents were the royals of Singapore.
when I was 7, I thought girls were disgusting.
when I was 10, I thought that the world revolved around me.
when I was 13, I realized that girls were not disgusting.
when I was 15, I fell down and laughed the pain off.
now I am 17, I know that the world doesn't revolve around me.
I miss the times on the school parade square,
laughing, carefree.
I miss the times, when getting candy was my only problem.

I miss being 8.

Work Work.

Yes. Mark is complaining.
Rare isnt it?

Its interferring.
Its draining.
I still hear the beeper of the scanner.
Its been 4 hours after work.

Captured goodness

Here are the captured moments.

Enjoy.

this is left of us.

everton rocks.

They planned the attack on me.

The boys.

truimphant laughther.

The pool.

Why me first?