tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52156472011-08-30T05:59:08.536+08:00And now for something completely differentwind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.comBlogger1171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-67647531502301537162008-03-09T13:37:00.002+08:002008-03-09T14:56:18.034+08:00ThumourI'd like to think of myself as one who appreciates a bit of good humour. Much like the wine sommelier with a large object lodged in his backside, I like a joke that swirls around for a while and gives you three levels of satisfaction. First is the nose, the immediate impression you get as the joke is being told. This of course requires a skilled teller, not one who flubs a line and says "wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-85291358472356199912008-02-14T02:04:00.005+08:002008-02-14T05:03:53.413+08:00ValentineIt is upon us once again. Time to feel your pockets catch fire from the friction caused by the fast removal of money from them. If you're attached, tonight might be your lucky night of Fourth Base (If you must, use a condom). If you're not attached it's your time to mope with other singles and try desperately to seem like you're happy and unaffected. If you're married, then well, you wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-3778710336846276542008-02-12T02:33:00.000+08:002008-02-13T02:57:28.594+08:00TritenessWhenever we watch a film with a happy ending, we secretly hope that somehow our life will emulate it. That one day we're going to be the one to score the winning goal in the final minute of injury time against a team with a conveniently placed bastard of a villain who may or may not have killed your parents. That one day the good-looking guy is going to realise that his good-looking wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-68410115839379965792008-02-07T01:24:00.000+08:002008-02-07T04:13:13.440+08:00Pinkerton'sI was at the Police concert a couple of nights back and I witnessed something not heard of in quite a long time. Every Asian girl, well almost anyway, had with her a Caucasian partner. Now, I'm sure we're all past the ignorant stage of using the S-word (SPG), oh dear, I've said it, might as well carry on, but the culture of the SPG is very much alive and well. I recently received hits wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-50532216373363417202008-02-04T01:14:00.000+08:002008-02-04T04:17:14.763+08:00ReinventionI refuse to believe that this blog has been up for five years. It reflects that a quarter of my life has gone by "like THAT". And apart from that, after all this time, I'm still not rich and famous. Perhaps all the recipes for success have been too different from mine.One way to have gone about it would have been to complain about everything in an extremely arrogant and annoying way. wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1168973649801613462007-01-17T00:52:00.000+08:002007-01-17T02:54:09.826+08:00It's Just That The Time Was WrongHow does one know when the time is right? It is impossible to tell. Before trying to understand the complexities of the reasons why a female refuses to talk to you because of something seemingly innocent that you uttered, or cries when she's not in any kind of physical pain, the only type of pain a male can understand, you have to know how to get involved. wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1168544653971995372007-01-12T03:16:00.000+08:002007-01-12T03:44:13.986+08:00Fly By NightIn late November, my good friend Mervyn Chen and myself entered a ameteur film-making competition. I am no stranger to the concept of entering such competitions, however I am distinctly unfamiliar to actually finishing it. This time we did it. Fly By Night is a competition with a little bit of a difference, it has its name for a reason, and it isn't something that just sounds nice. wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1167687478165953742006-12-25T04:02:00.000+08:002007-01-02T05:40:29.020+08:00Happy Holidays You Bastards.Ah I remember that classic Blink182 album from my secondary school days. It was them wasn't it?Christmas has sold out. And it sold out a long time ago. Just like how Bon Jovi sold out and did that disgusting emotionally charged album with sappy slow versions of their classic rock songs also known as "This Left Feels Right". Just like how Jack Black, one of the great wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1165511109075034602006-12-07T23:55:00.000+08:002006-12-08T01:05:09.093+08:00We Were SoldiersFor two years now, I've lived life one day at a time. Actually, that was an absolutely stupid thing to say. Is there any other way to live? From one point of view, it has been an utter waste of my time. For one thing, I have forgotten every single thing I learnt at Pasir Ris Town Community College. Although all signs would show that it had nothing to do with my National Service, wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1161661290490228402006-10-24T09:50:00.000+08:002006-10-27T19:23:02.846+08:00The Melbourne IdentityAs some of you might know, my association with our fine homeland will finally draw to a close this coming February. Having completed my mandatory two year period of indentured servtitude, I no longer have any strings attached.In the second week of October, I made a trip down to Melbourne to experience life there first hand. Interestingly I've actually been to every single wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1150895219491061152006-06-21T21:02:00.000+08:002006-06-21T21:06:59.516+08:00The First Light of the Morning, Part 2Well, it has taken quite some time, and my computer has not been very co-operative these last few weeks. Alright, no excuses, I've been too lazy and too unconcerned to finish this movie. God knows I hate it so much. And I hate this computer, and all this useless technology. Damn you all to hell!Anyway, enjoy, part 2.http://www.youtube.com/v/G1HnsuQY0jQKurt (.wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1150099229652393512006-06-12T15:46:00.000+08:002006-06-12T16:00:29.663+08:00Drug-dgeryIn view of the many problems affecting society today, I beheld a vision direct from The Big Man, and He(that's right, don't forget the capital 'H') told me to make a short film about drug use and its pitfalls.Kurt Ganapathy Pictures, in association with Kyle's Kickass Films proudly present to you, "Drug-dgery". A very clever portmanteau of the word drug and drudgery which really only wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1149520588709228972006-06-05T21:05:00.000+08:002006-06-05T23:16:28.776+08:00The Young Man And The SeaIt was early Monday morning, and whilst all of Singapore slept soundly, a team of four men waited patiently inside a small pilot boat, off the west coast of the country. Armed and ready, we watched the faint lights on the dark horizon, speculating which one might be our ship.I walked out of the cabin and onto the rear deck to take a seat, and for a while, contemplated howwind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1148855077134207752006-05-29T06:19:00.000+08:002006-05-29T06:26:33.220+08:00Laika, Come HomeMany of you might have heard this story. The story that the first living creature to be sent into space was a Russian dog.More than a little novelty, this represents one of the most significant achievements in our history.And now, Kurt Ganapathy Pictures proudly present to you, the story of Laika.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuTf459ZlyQKurt (...and all dogs go to Heaven.)wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1147971062632502172006-05-19T00:28:00.000+08:002006-05-21T23:57:39.703+08:00The First Light of the Morning, Part OneFor three months now, I've been searching for the best way to sort of encapsulate the last three years of my life. I don't exactly know why I feel a need to do it, but somehow or other, I know myself that this short period of time will be the best that I will experience in my lifetime. It would be nice to have something that I can just look upon if ever I wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1147619582437848322006-05-14T22:56:00.000+08:002006-05-15T00:08:03.526+08:00SarahI must apologize once again for the 2 months elapsed since the last post, but I have been busy working on a video. To the 8 or 9 of you that still come here every day, I'm sorry.This is another video I did on the side in my spare time off from the main one. It's for an old friend called Sarah, and unfortunately has little relevance to her. It's mostly footage of myself and two of the best wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1142776298520218312006-03-19T20:04:00.000+08:002006-03-19T21:51:38.560+08:00What Women WantIn today's episode of The Simpsons, Homer made a suggestion in front of an audience of women who booed him loudly. Not wanting to anger them, he then offered another suggestion which was the opposite of the first. This resulted in the same response of a chorus of boos. With a perplexed expression on his face he cried out, "What do women want?!"It reminded me of an issue close to mywind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1142423172310268382006-03-15T19:03:00.000+08:002006-03-15T19:46:12.320+08:00Whenever You Need SomebodyNot many would realize, but as hard as it is to find somebody to love, it's harder to find a friend who really stands by you through it all.Too many "friends" only talk to us only because they are bored, or because they have problems and need to talk to anyone they can find about it. The sad reality is that when you're not really required by someone, they won't call uponwind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1141816344168348142006-03-08T19:07:00.000+08:002006-03-08T19:18:07.813+08:00You're My Best FriendWell, I'm presently on my second day of medical leave, which means I am stuck at home, and have an extreme lack of anything to do. Thusly, I have produced this little clip for your viewing pleasure. Click the little play button, then be patient and let it load!Well, I'm not a professional so don't complain! And if you feel that you should be in the video but you were excludedwind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1139144597434470662006-02-05T20:55:00.000+08:002006-02-05T21:03:17.450+08:00BatamAfter 13 long months, it was time for my first proper holiday since enlistment. And what could possibly be a better place to go to than Batam. A land of adventure and fortune, with a 1 hour time difference from Singapore despite being only 45 minutes away by ferry. And also, quite importantly, a place from which, upon returning you can purchase duty-free alcoholic beverages. And so I got on wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1137928571894028652006-01-22T19:13:00.000+08:002006-01-22T19:16:11.906+08:00Boundaries."At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. Here's what I know. There are some lines too dangerous to cross. But there are others... if you're willing to throw caution to the wind and take a chance, the wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1137785629125625712006-01-21T02:50:00.000+08:002006-01-21T03:33:49.143+08:00...just like we did in those days.I was at the Kallang Police Coast Guard Headquarters on Thursday for some classified business. By classified I mean I was doing something that nobody will give a shit about but something that I will still get slaughtered for talking about. Let's just say I went there to fish.We were given an unexpected 2 hour lunch break and without thinking twice about the wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1137513150857364962006-01-17T22:19:00.000+08:002006-01-18T15:17:59.820+08:00Courage.Strength.Endurance.It isn't just some random chinese character that just happens to look good when it is used in this way. It inspires you. It drives you. It empowers you with strength when you feel weak, it fills you with courage when you are afraid, and when the weight of the world brings you down, it reminds you that you just need to endure the pain, and you will be relieved in wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1136088657135130872006-01-01T11:22:00.000+08:002006-01-25T18:56:00.163+08:00Indigo and Violet.In recent times, many of you have asked me, "Are you two together now?"I'm afraid I find great trouble in answering that question, because I honestly don't know for sure. Though the answer will always lean to a no.She is my homegirl, and everything is perfect except for one thing that has kept us apart all this while.I am a Catholic, and she is a Charismatic Christian.In the wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1136085721715997512006-01-01T10:44:00.000+08:002006-01-01T12:11:54.980+08:00To my peeps, for whom my heart beats.To you who returns to this site time after time to find no new posts, I sincerely apologize.Though you have never faltered in your support of my writings, I have failed to entertain you when you needed the entertainment.I still can't believe that this site has been viewed over 1000 times. I know that is still pretty pitiful, but to me, its an amazing statisticwind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1132933036469978462005-11-25T22:42:00.000+08:002005-11-25T23:47:43.033+08:00My Homegirl.And finally it is the 26th November.Your birthday. It's the third one in the time that we've known each other, and up to now, I don't think I have disappointed you too greatly every time the day came around eh?It has been slightly different this year, I must admit. Life in the armed forces has rarely been kind. It takes away the little bits of time I used to have where I could do whatwind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1129646912923331532005-10-18T22:45:00.000+08:002005-10-18T22:48:32.930+08:00At the MoviesThis summer.Coming to a cinema near you.Brace yourself for something completely different._______________________________________________________Three toed sloth pictures proudly present…A collaboration with Awe Shite Studios.In humanity’s darkest hour, the world cried out for a hero, and got him instead.The English brought terror, the French brought fear, but he… ate them for tea wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1128868005648009292005-10-09T18:39:00.000+08:002005-10-09T22:36:34.573+08:00XingaporeRecently, whilst having a discussion with someone from Nebraska, in central USA, I took note of many interesting things that were brought up by the gentleman. First of all, not surprisingly, he thought that Singapore was in China. Secondly, he was amazed by my ability to speak English. Thirdly, he was impressed that we had such wide ranging access to computers and the internet. Lastly hewind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1128524679213088752005-10-05T23:03:00.000+08:002005-10-05T23:41:25.836+08:00Almost FamousOn the 19th of September, I reached a level that I had always imagined I could be at, but never got to. From 7.30am I received message after message of questions asking if it really was me. I didn’t get the chance to confirm until twelve hours later for I was a 2 hour trip away from home. I opened up that day’s copy of TODAY and flipped to page 23, under the Voices column. There, wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1127750922691871832005-09-27T00:03:00.000+08:002005-09-27T06:52:47.923+08:00The non-aircon bus.The final stretch of my journey to the west consists of a half hour ride on bus 257. Given that random number, in all likelihood, no one would have ever heard of it. It is a double-decker non air-conditioned bus. Something that doesn't quite exist anymore in our city of conditioned air.It winds its way through the industrial area of the isolated western outskirts, making far wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1127142991034181642005-09-19T23:13:00.000+08:002005-09-19T23:18:44.760+08:00Lamentations of a Naval Combat Systems OperatorSometime in late July, I decided to decorate the notice board at the back of my classroom. Having stared at the blank blueness of the felt surface for far too long, I decided to put up some stuff of general interest. And to a class made up entirely of gentlemen, it could only mean one thing. Pictures of the female species.No, not some wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1126530559993309082005-09-12T21:08:00.000+08:002005-09-12T21:09:20.003+08:00Sticky, chewy Love.Being out and about on road and rail as much as I am each day, I notice many things people don’t normally get to see, hear or smell in their brief commute to wherever it is they need to get to. It could be an observation of the innate Singaporean desire to be the first to get something. How each morning at 7.25am, a huge queue builds up behind those yellow metal boxes in front wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1126421726691514952005-09-11T14:53:00.000+08:002005-09-11T14:55:26.696+08:001985One of the few new songs I’ve heard in recent times is a song called “1985” by Bowling for Soup. Not that I’ve suddenly become some punk rock fan or anything, just that I happened to hear it somewhere. Listening to the lyrics, I could imagine the song applying to my own mother.Back in the early 80s, she was a Singapore Airlines stewardess living the high life that SIA staff lived in those wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1125849925129959882005-09-04T00:16:00.000+08:002005-09-05T00:26:50.996+08:00Westside StoryThe feeling of being alive. How terribly I’ve missed you these last horrible 9 months. Just to sit in front of this computer screen, in my own clothes at midnight on a Sunday is something once so familiar that has become such an unimaginable luxury.Since December the 8th, 2004, I have been in the employ of the Singapore Armed Forces. Time spent in not-quite-so-honoured company. wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1125760866158833612005-09-03T17:19:00.000+08:002005-09-04T00:28:45.736+08:00Clubbing As much as I always mocked people who went to clubs, Friday the 2nd of September was my debut appearance at one of these places of ill fancy. I had been dragged to the entrance of a place called China Yellow or China Black or something before by my good man Jamie about a month ago. The only thing that stopped us from entering was an immobile queue of about 200 visibly agitated youths wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1125223517507467832005-08-28T16:17:00.000+08:002005-08-28T18:05:17.570+08:00Katong Last night, the Church of Our Lady of Perpetual Succour had a youth mass. Although there was the intention of attracting the young ones from around the area regardless of their institution of study, the result was expectedly the occupation of the entire building by the students of Saint Patrick's School and CHIJ Katong Convent.The priest, knowing this, obviously played to the crowd. wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1125111669599943242005-08-27T10:22:00.000+08:002005-08-27T14:15:35.356+08:00The Resurrection.It has been a long time since I've written anything of worth here. Apart from one repost in February, this web site has been stagnant for well over a year.Today I sit here ready to type once again. Just like it was on the first day I set this up. After trying unsuccessfully for about 20 minutes to find a username that wasn't taken, the Scorpions song "Wind of Change" played. It wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1108199052760383232005-02-12T16:56:00.000+08:002005-02-12T17:04:12.766+08:00To my peeps, for whom my heart beats.From the archive of the 3rd best website in the Universe. A classic from Valentine's Day 2004.The Complete Dumbasses' guide to the superficialities of friendshipSeeing as apparently this week is "Friendship Week" or so i've discovered from the actions of the people in my school - The Student Council running around like a bunch of ass clowns attempting to get wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1080920521091578602004-04-02T23:42:00.000+08:002004-05-02T00:40:57.500+08:00The Wind of Change
It's been one year since i started writing on this blog. At first it was just some redundant pastime to help.. well... pass time during the SARS break of 2003. But as time went by, this online diary became something that could help me express what i needed to say better than anything else.
Where better to say something to someone than on a public website where everyone can wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1080014420224306072004-03-23T12:00:00.000+08:002004-04-02T23:07:12.686+08:00Back in the Summer of ‘69
Well… its been a year since the first three months at Jurong Institute came to an end, and I thought I’d put up whatever photos remained… after this, it’s time to move on. No more being stuck in the past trying to recapture memories of people and places that have faded from my life… But for now at least… it’s time for one more walk down memory lane.
Do these pictures wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1079963269358049322004-03-22T21:47:00.000+08:002004-03-23T12:02:55.793+08:00To whom it may concern
Well from what I have heard, the last entry has drawn numerous rather humorous analogies. All of which do not seem to be correct. the point that you clowns are all missing is that... YOU ARE A LOUSY FRIEND. You can't even see it as plainly obvious as it is? But of course you'll say "What did i do wrong?". but of course to you, nothing is wrong. THATS THE KIND OF PEOPLE YOUwind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1079019648099166412004-03-11T23:40:00.000+08:002004-03-11T23:43:53.356+08:00Enough is enough
you know what? i really don't care anymore. i'm sick and tired of being your damn second rate friend that you only call upon when you have no one else to talk to. isn't that case? as long as you have your amazing bunch of friends, you don't need me. you never did need me did you?
you know something? through everything, through all the problems you had with ken, through wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1078759785892323632004-03-08T23:29:00.000+08:002004-03-08T23:32:47.450+08:00Of poems, postcards and ... meows. - Ashley
well.. this is really long overdue... by right i should have done it on February the 22nd... that was exactly one year after i met you.. but well, maybe its better late than never right?
Let me recall... ah... yeah.. it was in the library.. i was sitting beside Kelly and reading her diary and you started reading it as well.. remember? then i tried towind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1078756886739666922004-03-08T22:41:00.000+08:002004-03-08T22:44:28.170+08:00images of black and white
A few weeks ago, i was at a flea market in Bugis. One of my favourite places to go is a place where everyone sells their old junk they don't need anymore. This gives me an opportunity to pile even more rubbish in my house. I purchased a whole bunch of Coca Cola stuff and other quaint assorted stuff such as square one cent coins and $25 bills. Walking along, i came to a wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1078394120403291652004-03-04T17:55:00.000+08:002004-03-04T18:02:31.483+08:00Back for good...
well... these are the last few pictures i wanted to post.. perhaps you're right... only time will tell what happens
and well, since apparently you like robbie williams so much, this is a song by his former group.. Take That
so won't you stay and listen for a while?
I guess now it's time for me to give up
I feel it's time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got your wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1078069152987632022004-02-29T23:39:00.000+08:002004-03-04T17:59:12.436+08:00A walkabout before nightfall
Well, there has been a lot going through my mind over the last few weeks… what to do… what to make of the situation that I caused… and so I decided to take a little walkabout. And perhaps now, you’ll know. They say a picture is worth a thousand words… so perhaps these pictures will help say what I can’t put into words…
This was where I saw you in outside clothes… wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1077474710134700192004-02-23T02:31:00.000+08:002004-02-29T23:41:47.670+08:00What is love
I walked to the square as a new year began,
Before me, new faces across my sight's span.
As soon as we entered, the gears began to turn,
It was back to the learnings I could never quite learn.
Memories of the past had long since faded,
I looked all around and saw faces so jaded.
Before me there lay a sea of black,
Some tinges of lightness, but colour they lack.
As the voices around wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1077011679384773362004-02-17T17:54:00.000+08:002004-02-23T02:02:06.686+08:00Red Rubber Ball
haha sometimes its interesting what shit can happen in one day. i was supposed to help make some ELDDS announcement yesterday morning but when i went to the stage, i was met by our piece of shit principal. "kurt, you're still involved in all of this? i just kicked a boy out of college last week. i've been receiving a lot of complaints about you. you're going to be next."
What thewind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1076731618818259222004-02-14T12:06:00.000+08:002004-02-17T16:06:09.093+08:00Strides to Glory
I was 87th
That was the best that i could do... 87th in the cross country run.. perhaps no great accomplishment at the end, but for perhaps the first time in my life, I set my mind to something. For once in my life i had found meaning and sense in running. All after watching some movie while in Penang... it was called "Without Limits". It's the story of an American long distancewind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1076682008616884252004-02-13T22:20:00.000+08:002004-02-13T22:22:38.640+08:00one more time
Well today was a rather quaint day indeed. I wasn't intending on giving any shit to anyone.. but apparently a message from someone inspired me to do otherwise. I thought for a few moments about who i'd actually want to give something to. Strangely enough the two i decided on were Felicia and Peck Joo. Felicia because she had sent me the message earlier. Some usual forwarded wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1076501866251091442004-02-11T20:17:00.000+08:002004-02-14T12:09:51.466+08:00The Complete Dumbasses' guide to the superficialities of friendship
Seeing as apparently this week is "Friendship Week" or so i've discovered from the actions of the people in my school - The Student Council running around like a bunch of ass clowns attempting to get us to get "into the spirit of things" which involves purchasing some over priced shit like balloons, and writing some worthless wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1076348950103756002004-02-10T01:49:00.000+08:002004-02-10T15:52:49.653+08:00And i remember doing nothing...
I remember doing nothing on the night before I moved out of my old house...
I remember doing nothing on the night that Sara and Natalie left
I remember doing nothing on the night that Chui Wah got angry
I remember doing nothing on the night one relationship ended
I remember doing nothing on the night before the O Levels
I remember doing nothing on the night wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1076347992470355192004-02-10T01:33:00.000+08:002004-02-10T01:35:36.873+08:00.::XOXO::. Amanda - 5th February 2003
Amanda, Amanda, Amanda... how much we've been through in the time we've known each other. On this day one year ago i discovered this girl that i had not previously seen... and i'm sure you know the reason why... haha some how or other, everything just seems to relate back to Ken or Jamie.
Going to school with them one morning, i was told of this wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1076345740043761862004-02-10T00:55:00.000+08:002004-02-10T00:58:04.920+08:00Cuz i wanted to fly and so you gave me your wings Kelly - 1st February 2003
In my time, a lot has been said about Kelly. From the first time i met her on this day one year ago, i sort of knew that she'd be a friend of mine for some time to come... Although that time has come to an end, there will always be memories of the times back in the spring of 2003. Before anyone else, Kelly was the wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1075197526040626292004-01-27T17:58:00.000+08:002004-02-04T00:23:33.263+08:00In primary school with Sarah - January 26th 2003
In all my years, it is unlikely that there has been any girl i've known better than Sarah. For very much of the time, she is the only person that actually called me and would always be there when i needed to talk to someone. She's been someone who i have never had trouble talking to, and someone who basically isn't boring. In other words, she's wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1073670518983690652004-01-10T01:48:00.000+08:002004-01-10T16:51:56.216+08:00A girl like Hannah - 2nd January 2003
I still remember the first time I saw her... no.. wait.. actually i don't, but then again.. i think it was the first moment i stepped into JI. She was sitting behind me in the hall... behind me she was for three hours and i never turned once to look at her. But i saw that unmistakable uniform. The sleeveless blue of... you know where.
Well.. the picture wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1073668411599408692004-01-10T01:13:00.000+08:002004-01-10T01:15:16.920+08:00As time goes by
Well.. it's been one year since JI... and the following will be little "memorials" so to speak. For old time's sake.wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1072871535690168712003-12-31T19:52:00.000+08:002003-12-31T22:34:58.700+08:00When I was 17... It was a very good year
In the beginning there were three
Jamie
Ken
And then there was me.
What happens when you take 3 St. Patrick's boys and dump them in the middle of Jurong? Well, you end up having a pretty damn good time.
Its been one year since i SMS'ed Ken asking him where he would be going for the first three months. It's been one year since Jamie accidentally wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1072763935911821472003-12-30T13:58:00.000+08:002003-12-30T17:22:17.420+08:00A time for us
Yesterday was a long long day. I woke up earlier than normal and i couldn't go back to sleep because every time i closed my eyes i had this same recurring vision.. and also because my mother had turned off my air con.
Basically i did nothing until about 3 when i left the house. Yesterday was the MJC Revelry. In other words some stupid concert which demands you pay 10 dollars to wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1071157609685826272003-12-11T23:46:00.000+08:002003-12-11T23:47:54.686+08:00Circles in the sand
Okay i don't get it. I just don't get it. I'm tired of having to agree to stuff i don't agree on, i'm tired of having to say i understand, because I do not. please stop reading if you dislike people making comments on religion.
I just don't get it! Why is it that two people cannot be together if they are not from the same religion?
I see this repeated over and over again. To wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1068026599514053732003-11-05T18:03:00.000+08:002003-11-05T18:37:04.390+08:00Operation Butterfly Swan Song
November the 10th.. been waiting for that date for some time now... it's her birthday..
had great plans for this actually... but as luck would have it, i had to keep changing until my plan is now a loosely strung together bunch of ideas...
Her birthday is on next Monday... but of course the whole of next week is taken up by the Project Work oral presentation exam.. wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1060694523397595672003-09-13T00:58:00.000+08:002003-09-15T20:53:07.856+08:00And now... Back by popular demand! Its something completely different thats relatively the same!
Well, the last week has been really memorable... certainly won't forget what happened. I remember that Saturday when i walked into the dance room.. was sitting with Nicole and Peck Joo before that.. didn't really want to leave but i guess i had to....
That was the last sentence i wrote before i wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1059842636239877562003-08-03T00:43:00.000+08:002003-08-03T17:24:54.506+08:00Another walk to remember
Well... i asked you guys to leave me a note in my guestbook... and only Wan Xin did... so i can assume that she is the only one who still reads my diary... so hi Wan Xin! time to bore you with another one of my brilliant entries.
Thursday... the 31st of July... 2 weeks after my birthday... We had just finished PE.. it was pretty bad. 7 rounds... of which i could only wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1059406493129389172003-07-28T23:34:00.000+08:002003-07-29T23:01:13.396+08:00Turn, Turn, Turn
Man... just feeling really really weird now... this really sick feeling i'm getting for no particular reason... it's this kind of feeling you get when it seems something significant is going to happen... but yet... you aren't quite sure if you want it to happen... It is the same kind of feeling i used to get... When i told her how i felt.. and i knew she was going to reject me. wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1059127476647824452003-07-25T18:04:00.000+08:002003-07-29T23:04:12.280+08:00Operation "Morning has broken"
There was this girl in the class next to mine... saw her every day as she came walking by... How her eyes always seemed to shine... But i didn't know her... I never had the chance to even say hi... Then one day came and i saw her no more... Her place in her class row had been taken away... Where she once stood, there was an empty floor... My mind was somehow led wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1058602945305113832003-07-19T16:22:00.000+08:002003-07-19T16:26:01.746+08:00The "Happy" Birthday
Yes... that's right... I just had my birthday... It was on Thursday... 17th July... I turned 17... And to tell you the truth it was a really lousy day... I walked into school with a smile... thinking that today might just be different... but once i got to class, i knew it would be exactly the same... no one knew... with the exception of Wei Siang... nobody else knew that it wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1058176808688833682003-07-14T18:00:00.000+08:002003-07-14T18:00:08.500+08:00Truk Rednaxela
How do you know if you've found the person you are going to be with?... Will you hear angels singing and see a light shine upon her when you pass her by? I wonder... Will you receive some incredible sign that is so astounding, it cannot be put into words? I wonder... Or will it just happen without you realizing? Will she be someone you never expected and never even considered? I wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1057898978077466622003-07-11T12:49:00.000+08:002003-07-19T20:08:43.463+08:00A dwarf amongst giants
I am a really small person. Maybe not in physical size... but in everything else, i am small. Always the one talking about others, but never the one talked about by others. Always the one having to play catch up... always the one trying to be better. And always the one who fails. But that's okay. After long times spent living in shadows and wandering alone, you get used towind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1057565110747884922003-07-07T16:05:00.000+08:002003-07-07T16:39:35.573+08:00Don't cry for me...
Hey... this is a message to you.. you know who i'm talking about... who else would i be talking about other than you? Please... don't cry... Why do you let teardrops fall for something not worthwhile?... I should blame myself... still writing all this stuff after so long... i'm so sorry... i didn't mean it that way... i just wanted to say how i felt... my feelings are from wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1057311495781378822003-07-04T17:38:00.000+08:002003-07-04T17:38:15.656+08:00Whatever it is that the title was: Part 2
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad, carry you around when your arthritis is bad. All I wanna do, Is grow old with you... I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches, build you a fire when the furnace breaks. It could be so nice,
growing old with you... I'll miss you, kiss you, Give you my coat when you are cold. Need you, feed you, I'll even wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1057311340061942442003-07-04T17:35:00.000+08:002003-07-04T17:37:30.353+08:00A bridge over troubled waters Part 1
Well, malaysia was pretty interesting.. though i only got to see it for a time period of less than 24 hours... it was a pleasant change from singapore no doubt... I was really getting troubled by the fact that my exams would be in two days and so in a vain attempt to salvage something, i brought along my files and Ten year series books. I started reading somewind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1056761660446338222003-06-28T08:54:00.000+08:002003-06-28T08:54:20.283+08:00Catchya later
well, in case anyone actually bothers, i'm going away for a while. so what right? yeah... why am i bothering to type this... see ya when i see ya...
~|i miss the companionship she gave to me|~
~|i miss the way it used to be|~
~|i miss the way we used to talk|~
~|i miss the way we used to walk|~
~|i miss the way she used to smile|~
~|i miss looking into her eyes, that made wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-1056641977502622452003-06-26T23:39:00.000+08:002003-07-07T16:05:50.743+08:00I once asked someone, are you my friend?
"Yes" he cried, "I'll be here till the end!"
A few months have passed, he's all but disappeared,
Unfortunately, it was just as i had feared.
A friend untrue who moved on too fast,
Forgetting all too quickly, his friend of the past.
I once asked someone, will you stand by me?
In my hour of darkness will you keep me company?
"Of course!" she said. "You can wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-960214512003-06-26T00:51:00.000+08:002003-06-26T00:51:31.000+08:00You were always on my mind
When I open my eyes, you are on my mind,
As i struggle to get up, you are on my mind.
Before the sun rises, you are on my mind,
When i walk down the stairs, you are on my mind.
As I pack my bag, you are on my mind,
As I leave my house, you are on my mind.
When i walk down the street, i think of you,
As i get on the bus, i think of you.
As i go into school, i think of wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-959428222003-06-23T20:13:00.000+08:002003-06-24T14:41:10.000+08:00When the party's over
The last few days have been the most interesting in a long time... guitars, games, late nights and slacking like i had never slacked before... but as usual, everything good ends! and today... my little party ends, my parents will be back any minute now... i'm just sitting at the com and waiting for the clicking sound of the autogate opening and the roaring of a Mercedes wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-959118352003-06-22T15:28:00.000+08:002003-06-22T15:28:01.646+08:00The Endless Summer
Today's title seems appropriate to show whats been happening lately. I have yet to study in any form... i keep telling myself i'll start today, i'll start today... but today always slips away! and before i know it, it's already tomorrow! Lately i've been going down to the arcade a whole lot just to play the game "Guitar Freaks" It's some silly coordination game... same kinda wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-957161822003-06-16T22:02:00.001+08:002003-06-17T16:34:34.000+08:00Standing at the corner, watching all the girls go by
Interesting title no doubt.. well, that seems to be the only thing of interest to do in my really sad college.. We had another debate session of sorts yesterday and the motion we got? Well you ain't going to believe this one! "This house would have lots of sex."
I swear! I mean, geez! what kind of debate is this supposed to be?? I was walking wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-957161742003-06-16T22:02:00.000+08:002003-06-16T22:02:28.076+08:00A fool such as I
Hmm... if my eyes don't fail me, my last entry was dated 6th of June... that's been... 10 days? Way too long me thinks... hmm... It's been a really long time since i actually wrote something good here in this diary... perhaps the inspiration leaves you after a while... perhaps the inspiration was never there... wait that makes no sense! what the heck am i talking about? There wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-953643742003-06-06T18:05:00.001+08:002003-06-09T12:46:48.000+08:00If we hold on together: The story of K and S, Part 1
Alright before i begin typing nonsense, this is a story of two people... i mean.. duh? anyway, Him is the guy and Her is the girl. I have not used names so as to "protect their identities" so to speak. but anyway.. yeah... let's go!
Once upon a time... Not too long ago on a warm January morning... Somewhere within the walls of a run down wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-953643732003-06-06T18:05:00.000+08:002003-06-09T12:41:52.000+08:00huh?
Okay... let's see what has happened in the last few days or so... right! i got back my common test result slip! Boy was it a mess! I failed all my A level subjects! The only thing i passed was my GP! argh!
hmm... what else... sorry i'm just short of ideas but feel i have to post something!
Debate training on Wednesday was complete nonsense. The four of us who turned up spent two hours wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-951490132003-06-01T18:43:00.000+08:002003-06-01T18:43:00.760+08:00To whom it may concern
Well, it's that time of the month again. The first. The first day. The beginning of a new month. And today... it's been 4 months since February the 1st. 4 months since I met Kelly! There's not much that i haven't said to you =) so i'll just leave you with this poem my Aunty wrote with me when i was in Primary 3. This is a poem meant for Primary 3 kids! so it's not that wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-951487082003-06-01T18:20:00.000+08:002003-06-01T18:20:53.723+08:00Time after time...
Alright... I've been pretty much absent as of late... sorry everyone. Or everyone who reads my diary anyway! which is like... 5 people maybe? I don't know?
Well... let's see what has happened in the last week...
Hmm.. As i have said, I messed up all my common tests! But that's okay! Shit happens i guess! I failed my Physics but still managed to get 4th highest in class. But wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-948532702003-05-25T15:13:00.000+08:002003-06-01T16:28:17.000+08:00Shattered dreams...
Well, basically, i did not get into the Student Council... Well, expected that i suppose... I mean... damn it man... some guy who applied for fun got in, but i didn't? I think i'll just skip school on Wednesday to not have the misfortune of having to sit through that crappy election thing...
I failed my Maths... got 10 out of 60. Totally expected i suppose... been spending wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-945600822003-05-19T10:45:00.000+08:002003-05-19T10:45:08.663+08:00Sargent Pepper's lonely hearts club
Well, once again, I am buggered. I am home now and it is 10.30am for crying out loud! I just sat for my Chinese test and I feel like having a laugh about it. I finished it in 30 minutes and spent the next hour writing poems for people at the back of my dictionary and attempting to sleep which was not very successful as the tables in MJC are impressively low, wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-944957112003-05-17T20:32:00.000+08:002003-05-17T20:32:55.486+08:00In the event of something happening to me, there is something i would like you all to see, it's just a photograph of someone i know. Have you seen my wife Mister Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking to loud you'll cause a landslide, Mister Jones...
Well, the first part of today was serious hell for me. I pretty much screwed myself academically. Today was the first wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-944337162003-05-16T13:45:00.000+08:002003-05-16T13:45:38.360+08:00Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
You know, i kind of have very little to write about nowadays... lack of inspiration perhaps? But anyhow. Let's see... what's on my mind today... ah yes. i seem to be having problems in my school. I thought things would change after hosting the SARS thing. Unfortunately this little conjecture was false... once again i have become just another face in a world of wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-943264222003-05-14T21:23:00.000+08:002003-05-14T21:23:27.880+08:00Two tickets to ride
Hello? Come in? 10-4 over and out! Well.. actually i don't quite have anything to write about today... hmm... lets see... oh yeah called Mabel in Australia and talked to her for 9 minutes 23 seconds! I certainly hope the rates aren't exorbitantly high or i am going to have a tough time trying to explain the call! But it was worth my few dollars anyway... it's always nice to wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-941079872003-05-10T23:57:00.000+08:002003-05-10T23:57:30.203+08:00Red Rubber Ball...
I should have known
You'd bid me farewell
There's a lesson to be learned from this
And I learned it very well
Now I know you're not the only starfish in the sea
If I never hear your name again
It's all the same to me
And I think,
It's gonna be alright
Yeah,
The worst is over now
The mornin' sun is shining
Like a red rubber ball
You never care
For secrets I confide
For you I'mwind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-940903672003-05-10T12:30:00.000+08:002004-01-06T18:14:34.013+08:00All i have to do is dream...
Dreams are extremely interesting things. And many of the people who had a part in my life appeared in my dreams... Kelly, Amanda, Rachel and usually involved me, Ken and Jamie doing something stupid. Probably its because they are people i knew well.. and had an important role in my life.
i signed up as a volunteer for the SARS awareness week at MJC.
there was this wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-940884002003-05-10T11:41:00.000+08:002003-05-10T11:41:10.920+08:00You know you're right
"Once again... the following was posted in my guestbook
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name: tay ming ming shimona eugeneia
email: kinkikids_love@ilovejapanmail.com
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yah lor yah lor you so stupid one ah we all of course like japanese people one lar! they sooo cute one ah!you think we care about character one ha??sui sui tio tio ah!*pengz*of course we go for blood lor and cute wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-939896222003-05-08T21:51:00.000+08:002003-05-08T21:51:24.976+08:00Feeling strangely fine
Hey guess what? I'll be hosting the SARS quiz at MJC tomorrow! *pauses for applause*. No but seriously, tomorrow, i'll be taking the stage in front of the entire college to be the Master of Ceremony. Geez! i'm like so nervous man! Help! This is something i've always wanted to do, but yet have never had the chance... now its at my feet! and the least i could do it take the wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-939253012003-05-07T21:26:00.000+08:002003-05-07T21:26:55.790+08:00Return to sender part 2
Don't you just love sequels?
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name: amanda
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what i see before my eyes is nothin but a bitter person ... "No one judges people in that way. Not in situations like this anyway, because pessimism is irrelevant" WHAT A NAIVE STATEMENT... saying that pessimisn is irrelevant in this case ... all along have this strong jealous streak in you ... wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-938995922003-05-07T09:54:00.000+08:002003-05-07T09:54:46.746+08:00Return to sender
The following was posted in my guestbook
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name: Daphne
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okay i'm wrong bout the character shit (i dunno the 3 of ur well and i dun think there's a need to)...sorry then...but at least something for sure...it's ur pessimistic nature that turns her away!amanda is my best fren,i know her more than yu at least,when she make a decision,she's not gonnawind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-938586102003-05-06T20:44:00.000+08:002003-05-06T20:44:55.623+08:00But first...
Before i decide to move on and everything, let me just say one thing. I am pretty damn angry right now... no wait, actually i kinda feel like laughing! I was just talking to a friend of "hers" (to be cool, i shall not use names) and i made the comment "I bet if it was Jamie or Ken then she would have felt differently." To my amazement she replied "Of course, any girl, even me would wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-938567032003-05-06T19:55:00.000+08:002003-05-06T19:55:59.673+08:00And now for something more completely different
The last month has been a joke. A living, breathing, walking, joke. I really can't comprehend some of the stuff that has happened in the space of a month. After reading my past entries, i felt like smacking my head. I thought to myself "You idiot! What were you thinking? Didn't you know it wasn't worth your time?"
The answer of course would be no. wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-936917012003-05-03T13:24:00.000+08:002003-05-03T13:24:13.860+08:00This used to be my playground....
This used to be my playground
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end
And why do they always say
Don't look back
Keep your head held high
Don't ask them why
Because life is short
And before you know
You're feeling old
And your heart is breaking
Don't hold on to the past
Well wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-935877012003-05-01T18:35:00.000+08:002003-05-01T20:54:32.000+08:00Yourself, or someone like you
well, i guess i have been missing for a while now... but now i realise something... i realise i am just wasting my time living in the past and in what never was... and now when i think back... i am angry... i am angry for everything that has happened... I am angry because of the things said... i am angry about the person who i could not compare to.. i am angry wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-931101222003-04-23T21:23:00.000+08:002003-04-23T21:23:45.306+08:00Goodbye....
Well... i guess this is it... this is my goodbye... my farewell... my curtain call... there is no need for me to keep a diary anymore... to tell you the truth, the only reason i started this shit in the first place was because of Amanda. I needed a way of telling her something... a good way... and i guess this was it... well... it didn't work.. because today, my world of dreams has wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-930354832003-04-22T16:47:00.000+08:002003-04-22T16:47:38.353+08:00She...
She may be the face I can't forget,
The trace of pleasure or regret.
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.
She may be the sun on summer sets.
May be the chill in Autumn breeze
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the phantom or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215647.post-929767312003-04-21T19:16:00.000+08:002003-04-21T19:16:48.763+08:00It's only words...
You know... people aren't very good with their words.. sometimes people use words without realising how much they might hurt another person...
Example 1: My friend was trying to explain to me that someone liked to hang out with me because she enjoyed my company. The line she used to show me this? "Well, she can't be hanging out with you because of your looks." all i can say wind_of_changehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791518333434990133noreply@blogger.com0