Having had experience with both blogger and Wordpress for now, I've decided that I'll split em in this fashion:

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I got food poisoning! While its not something I'm all 'AW HEUL YEAHHHH' about, it was an interesting experience. Now that its passed, I'm glad and I hope you don't have to experience it too. But we're all gonna get it sometime...

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I just looked through the recent keyword analysis section of my statcounter... I have NO idea how people can search for things like:

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I've lost a terrible amount of weight. Idk I'm 65 now, at one point I was 65 and bigger.

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Still at 77 posts?!

I can blog while people are watching, its not such a big deal, even when SOME PEOPLE over my shoulder read every word out like some douchebag. I can, but its difficult and I'd rather not. Its like taking a dump, yaknow. I'd prefer it if you let me do it behind closed doors, and if you wanna see it afterwards then go ahead, be my guest. You get the whole concept, right?

I think this back pain of mine has been really good for me. If you don't already know, lemme bring you up to speed:

About 7 months ago during my trainee days, there was a week where I my back felt uncomfortable. It didn't hurt and I had full mobility, but twas really uncomfortable. So I went for acupuncture and was immediately relieved.
Fast forward to about a month ago, when I resumed gymming and was seeing improvements in my lifts. Again, my back started feeling uncomfortable, but instead of resting it I kept going. I went on and on and even when it started hurting just a liiiiiitle I paid no heed. And then came real stupidity on my part; there was one day when I walked into the gym literally thinking shit this is a bad idea, my back feels horrible. But I lifted anyway! I did squats, warmed up and found it super hard to lift, went to just a bit less than my working weight, did a little and found it really hard.
Reduced the weight and tried again!
And again!
I was struggling and my back hurt but NO I didn't stop! Instead...
I tried to do rows!!! Twas really light but I was struggling like mad to even unrack the bar. On one of the reps I felt something pop in my back but I did two more anyway. Racked the weight then...
Did machine presses!
Thinking back, I was a mega big DUMBASS. I don't know why. I guess this happens in life sometimes.
And then I finally gave up, after a half hour of hurting myself, and by that time I could hardly bend.

I went for a few sessions of Chinese point therapy. Regained mobility but discomfort retained. Rested for awhile, still uncomfortable. Then one day I bent down to look at a newspaper and SHNAP painnnnnnnn. Nearly immobile for awhile, managed to lie down for a bit and hey presto! back to normal. Then again, yesterday, bent down to wear my boot and SHNAP painnnnnnn.

So I went to the hospital, and all I got was muscle relaxants, painkillers and anti gastric shtuff. No bone specialist or whatever (cos I explained how I felt my feet were uneven, and that after long periods of standing or wtv my one foot feels really yeowchy.), just try and come back if it doesn't get better.

Today my grand uncle brought me to see one Encik Hamzah, who massages your feet.

Today was good.

After an hour and a half, I was relieved of my discomfort, my feet were burning, he'd explained to me which point was what, how what pressing meant what, discovered my history of childhood asthma, told correctly that my left shoulder was tight, that I get numbness easily, I have low blood, and lotsa stuff. This man does reflexology on the feet, cos there's like 67 pressure points. He also does siram and might cocok elsewhere if necessary, but its almost all in the feet.

They're still burning a little btw lol. Its from both the oil he used and the increased circulation.

I need to and want to sleep now.





No salt many clamps

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Every time I sign in to blogger, I see that this blog has only 70+ posts. I swear its been like that for a year now, even though I'm sure I've... nevermind.

And its kinda (a little) (no not really actually) creepy that the only semi-manifested guests on my blog are semi-unmenifestable people. I'm trying to sound smart here, work with me.

Its now politick time in Singapore, and whilst I try to act grown up sometimes (believe me its hard, and sometimes I wonder why I do it), it gets to a point where I quickly recoil, almost painfully, from the acid pool of whatever it is like to be adult. That 'point' is usually reached within five minutes of any effort to Be Adult.

I don't get it, why do adults have to be so... CHILDISH? Kids are way better at that stuff, and let's face it, they just do it right. Ok time to explain myself.

I'll zoom straight into it: rallying and publicizing. Most common method: posters. How they **** this up: one party puts a poster here, then the next day you find the other party's poster above it, maybe a half size bigger. And if that's not enough, they might even throw in another poster above that just to show who's boss.

Meeting the people: They're gonna be voting, so it makes sense. But visiting them in, uh, McDonald's? People go there to eat. Heck if I were having a meal and one of these people come up to me to say hi and try to touch my hand or something I'll just go (in one of my Fun accents): DHOOD can't ya see I'm trying to eat? Don'-DON'T TOUCHME. (I could go on and on and ON but I'll save the comic parts for another time. HMMMMMMM I like writing funny things.)

And if they really, honestly believe that making hand contact is goodish, then why not just split up so eveyrone in the room gets to touch everyone o ya handZ. A lotta times I see them walking in single file-ish for a big part of the time, and so only like a LUCKY FEW getta shake. Regardless, you can tell some of them aren't interested, some even repulsed at the idea of shaking some fella's hand. Can't really blame them on that part, I've seen idiots digging their noses in public, scratching here scratching there. At least wipe on yourself or something but noooo you just wanna frickin' SHARE YOUR SHIT.

Thanks.

Lastly, if you wanna rally, make it AWESOME. Don't come out with a stupid hairstyle, try to act cool, read off your script, and then end it lamely. Hype the crowd! Get a mosh going! Bodysurf! Heck you could set something on fire if you need to! (Because SCDF will be there in less then 8 mins and they'll whoop that fire's ass with style and everyone will be happy. No, happiER cos they got to see something damn cool.) (Sigh wish I could turnout.)

I saw a clip of this someone's speech on tha noows. Like, News 5 Tonight. Person was at the mic, a guy on each side. Think it was a she. Yeah positive now. At the last word, she pumped her fist in the air. Guy on her right did the same, although a little laggy and unenthusiastically. Guy on her left lifted his arm... to adjust his spectacles. And that was it. I was embarassed for them.

I think I wanna write to the Forum or something, about how campaign guidelines should take into account the environmental impact. And voters should think about all this too. I don't have too cos I'm too young haha suck on that, old beatches, you go queue up and vote while I do something FUN.

I know Pierre Png looked rreeeaal excited when he was explaining about the whole voting process. Him and his cool bag and beard.

Haha and I thought 'political party' was supposed to be fun, like, you know, party, heh.
Heh... *ahem* Well.

Whale time done (well I'm done).

I'm so happy my workouts have been going well. My back feels a little sheeshy a lotta times but ohwellwhatever.

I'M. Gonna go now.

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Its been a tiring week so far, and theees two days left. After a long day of filming our firefighting drills (in the hot sun. Ok maybe i'll explain this whole BTM thing some other time), I was tempted to skip today's workout. But in the end i went to the gym anyway, got home a little later than usual, feel quite tired now, but totally think it was totally worth totally it. Totally. There's no reason you can't do something, if you really want it.

The kinda bad thing is that i feel tired and have a ' look at me i'm tired' eyes feeling, but my eyes don't look tired. I stared at my face and it doesn't come across as tired. Well okay i guess that's good, but then people might think i've just been slacking around hahaha.

I'm still determined to get a magazine cover body. And thank God i still keep my religion close to heart. Please don't ever get too caught up in other things that you forget to practice your faith as much as you should be. I almost forgot how much relief reading the Quran can bring. Reading a surah from memory is still good, but man its a whole lot more awsm if you literally sit and read. I should say here that i'm proud of the people in my life who hold on strong to Islam and put in effort to improve themselves. You have my respect and admiration.

And in scary news...

I think i'm growing up. I ate some chilli padi and it didn't cripple me and i kinda enjoyed it.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOimakidimakidimakidimakidimakid

Amma sleep on that thought. Whatever.

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You don't know what it feels like to be typing this entry out now. therealshard.blogspot.com (or vom haha) is my asylum, my space, this is me right here. Its like mine even if I don't use it. And suddenly that day, for God knows how long, my blogs disappeared from existence.

It was while I was in the process of retrieving my posts (through googling my blog for a specific year, then accessing the cached versions of that year's months' archive page) that I ter-clicked a link to my blog and it opened up. And I was like whuuut? And the blog was like whuuttt??? And then I realized I had to go WHOOAAAAAA.

Lessons learnt:
You might not always be prepared to lose something, and when it happens, are you ready to move on?
We really REALLY tend to take a LOT of things of granted.
Be grateful for every good thing that happens to you.
Help the poor. Okay that's not related heh.

One of my colleagues has been half-bugging me, he keeps telling me I'm lucky, but REFUSES to say why, to hint, to WHATEVER. All that I know is: it has happened, its right in front of me, I shouldn't think too much, I'm clever cos I don't know. But I beg to differ on that last point! I didn't choose to know, I really don't know. Haha whatever anyway, it made me think aaaand I've decided:

It doesn't matter what exactly he's referring to. When I think about my life, I realize there's a tonna things that I should be grateful for. So why bother on that one thing when instead I should be grateful about every other thing? Yep so I've let it rest... though the curiosity EATS. ME. UP. FROM THE INSIDE.

EVERY.

SINGLE.

DAY.

Hahahaha I should totally write a drama or something.

Okay a Fahim is making weird noises I should go from the computer now BYE





OMG GOING NOWWWWW

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I'm forced to face the shitty truth that An Ass can be very brain-deadening. Maybe its a given, I know a lot of people have said it, but I've been quite reluctant to accept it till recently. The whole idea that something can be so useless is just slippery in my mind. Too optimistic hah. SO anyways after about a month into my posting I already have a good gauge of how my next one year plus (one year... dayumn. Haha.) is gonna be like. And its gonna be full of a lotta free time in the middle of the day.

That's so unfair! Cos that's when I'm supposed to be in camp when I wanna be out of it. Out Of Camp is where I can do so much more. And really, sometimes there's no work to be found, or its so mundane and unnecessary that I get bored really quick. I've literally LOOKED. FOR. WORK. Not very like the Fawaz we've all come to know and love. Yes. You know you love me. Alright you can stop touching me now. HAHA I like doing this whole pseudo-full-of-myself thing (technically I'm really mostly full of myself, while the rest is whatever I ingest. True?).

The thought has always been lurking around, but today I wanna make it official. I don't want my brain to die cos of An Ass. So when I have free time I will try to sit and write something or whatever. I wrote something just now, I want my mom to read it first haha. It might go to my wordpress instead of here, araknow somehow I feel my WP is a better platform for that kinda stuff. Its like a museum while this is a... a... araknow another thing that's much less refined and so much more volatile and unpredictable. Museums aren't really like that.

And as far as possible I wanna come back to my blog with something constructive to say. I was thinking maybe a short essay or something (dissertation? Is that a longer or shorter version? I don't know and I can't be bothered to find out now. Mehhhhhh.) cos SOMEHOW I find thinking like that fun. Maybe its cos it was taken away from me for long enough that I realize how truly satisfying mental work is. Like schoolwork and stuff. Buuuut it gets frustrating when I try to learn something and it just whooshes past me. Like physics, it accelerates at 9.81 metres per second square HAHA. Anyway back to topic.

(Haha the time is 10:01. That's like lool on my clock. Lol is laugh out loud so I guess that makes lool laugh out OUCH loud or something. Whatever.)

(Wow I made that digression into a paragraph. I gave it its own frickin' space! That's a milestone, people. Oh no I might do it again.)

Dang I did. SOoooooOOOOooOoo anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I wanna get mah noggin a-workin'. Let's see how well this goes. Oh and I finally (fiiiinally) got a new phone! If you remember, I was using a rabak K800i phone simply because its the best phone in the world (although it could be bester if it were slimmer had a better camera and Wi-Fi). And I spent forever looking for a new phone cos there just weren't any that I liked. I was so against the idea of a full touchscreen phone at first, but then I realized that's the only kinda nonsense they're actually marketing now. The keyboardish phones these days aren't as cool as before and they don't sport the coolshit things their nakeder brethren are loaded with.

In the end I kinda fell in love with the LG Optimus 7 and the whole Windows Phone 7 idea. I mean everyone has an iPhone, that just turns me off, so I wanted something different. In the end I got it, and I'm pretty quite darn happy with it.

But some advice before you decide to get a WP7 phone yourself: this OS seriously action pandai ttm. I know too many options can interfere with a smooth end-user experience, and can make the whole thing seem too complicated. Apple struck a relatively good balance with its iOS nonsense, but I think WP7 overdid it. I haven't found a frickin' option to clear all the contacts in my phone, I can't remove facebook pictures from my photo gallery (everyone's bloody pictures pop up in MY gallery! My! Frickin! Gallery! I don't want your bloody facebook uploads there!), I CAN'T ROTATE A FRICKIN' PICTURE. That was just ridiculous, that last one, I almost slammed my phone down.

The GUI (is it called a GUI?) is pretty simple actually. Plain text against plain backgrounds, plain menu tiles, its all very minimalistic. So you might get bored of it if you're a, uh, colourful person? And being very young, don't expect a whole lot of apps in the marketplace, nor any significant jailbreaks. Maybe the latter will come soon, these hackers are brilliant. But until a major update or something, I'm left with a at-times-constricting phone, but otherwise a delight to use. Oh and the photos always come out dark haha. Shit you know what its like I have so many complains. Better shut up and be happy with what I have before I'm, araknow, struck by lightning or something.

I getta sleep asap so its time to say goodbye. Keep your blood sugar level low and drink lotsa water! Keep safe smart and sharp kthxbye





The mess murderer secretly served the students dinnermite

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I'm back from the deed and I'm eviller than evahh.

That intro so didn't go the way I planned... crashed and burned actually. So let's skip ahead.

AHOY THERE PEOPLE. How are your individual lives coming along. Yes? Mmhmm... Huh really? HAHA k that's quite cool actually. Yup... yup... NO. WAY. ALRIGHT HIGH FIVE!!!

Good to know you're all doing well.

And me? How am I doing?

Haha... put simply...

MY WORLD'S FALLING APART.

Oh it just came together again, I can stop panicking now. Nahhhh just kidding, I kid a lot, that's what kids do, yaknow. Sometimes you gadda do whacha gadda do.

Okay anyway do you remember this?

Facial hair was uh, kinda fake. Painted it in onzakom. Well then for Hari Raya Puasa I was involved in a skit that my department wanted to put up. I had to impersonate this encik, who has the father of all walrus moustaches. And as usual, super exaggeration = funnyshit 'hahaha' so my makeup ended up like this:


You can't see but I had a thickass badass pair o' sideburns. Yeah I naturally have a unibrow but this was like a bridge over troubled waters. Skip a month (I think? Or plus plus) ahead, to my one week block leave. I let mah stash and GOATee grow cos soooomeone wanted me to heheh. So have a look:


I think that's my official facial hair pose. It was more lebat than it looks in the photo, or maybe that wasn't when it was at its longest? Can't remember. I also filmed a partial alien autopsy, think I've mentioned this, and I was a click from uploading it to my com and SOMEHOW I went to iron my uniform and blah blah blah then I disconnected my phone and so the vid ain't here.

You know, yes you do, that I will not NOT put in more effort than I need to when it comes to stuff like this. So uh... alien autopsy some other time then? Right.

Btw I'm a Fire Fighter Instructor and it is my personal mission to be the best instructor the trainees will ever have. I was a trainee, so I know how it feels to go through shit everyday, so I wanna be the kinda instructor that pushes his men to go further than they ever thought they could, without unnecessary cursing and swearing and stupid tekan and whatever. And I wanna get super buff too so let's see how my plans come along.

I wanna sleep I really gotta have fun with life yall IT AIN'T GON BE FUN IF YOU AIN'T THINK IT IS, B****. Oushit gotta pay my handphone bill first. HOORAY FOR IBANKING! Later.





Beansprouts meansprouts cleansprouts DING

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Yes that's me and that's my Focused Mental Image. Or I could call it a... Focused Mental Lead just so I can abbreviate it to FML. FAMOUS, my life. Yesssss.

I have a timetable for this week (couldn't help but make one after seeing yours :P). Today its written: 'Organize data. Don't stop or do anything else till its DONE.' I'm still doing it but the file I'm copying is taking some time soooo I guess that allows me some blog time.

On a side note my throat has been feeling crappy for some time now, and I don't like the sound of me singing. Heck I think I have an irritating voice! As in, it has always been irritating. NioooOOooOoOOOOoOoOo00oo....~~~

On the other side, there is another note. I've noticed that I get really angry, really fast. When that happens I don't explode but I seethe and glow and melt surrounding wax candles at an alarmingly high rate. And its during these times that I think of all sorts of weird ideas. Like how I think I might grow up to be some weird-ass mentally GONG superpower, who with brute force and fierce policies and shit, gets rid of all the weakness and nonsense in this world. But that thought worries me... I mean what if that weapon I make doesn't work? And can I still be a good man even after getting rid of so many people? IS the act of Global Cleansing (GC Graphic Calculater (tadum chang...)) wrong to begin with?

Araknow, I think it doesn't matter.

Because.

I don't know how to invent weapons so I'll never come round to doing that. Besides, I don't actually have to kill the nonsense people of this earth. So many other things I can do. Liiiike.... you know what, I think its in my best interest that I stop here.

In more innocent news! I've been going back to my cat lifestyle. I've been sleeping a lot, and then some more. And I'm still sleepy! Araknow how I'm gonna manage going back to work (hahahaha. Work. Hahahahha.) especially since its just a few days away.

Been getting ulcers too. One on the left side of my lower lip, the other on the right and inside of my lower lip. Kinda hurt at first, the left one, then it got unhurt and now the right one's being a pain in the ass. Oh no a pain in the lip HAH. Sheesh, are ulcers a cat thing or something? YO SIMBABWE help me out here kthxbye.

Okay file hath been copieth. I shall dutifully resume my, uh... duties. Farewell, person.





Jurong is land, Jurong was sea

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This week is not fat week, its fit week. I'm not gonna engage in any strenuous activity (carrying 18kg of groceries memang tak klakar but not counted. We wanted to step Man so we walked home; anything done to step Man is not really exercise. For now. Nah just in this case.) I figured after half a year of bullshit- ok bullshit-like schtuff, its only good to take a week completely off. Recover and grow.

Oh hi I haven't posted in awhile, eh. Welcome back nice to see you here Nice to See you Hear. Good to know you can read, your eyes are working well, fingers too. Good. Yyyyyeppp.

In other interesting news (the first being the grocery journey. Ok no I kid I don't know actually) I found an alien in a crater near a planet. Well cos the crater was not on that planet but near it... rrrrrrightttt. Then I did an autopsy on it cut it all up spilled its inner gunk all over the sink and took a video of it. I must say if I were the alien I would be extremely upset over the outrage of my dignity and the thorough humiliation of having your insides documented. But I'm not the alien so I can't give two shits. THAT'S HOW ITS DONE HERE, BOY.

For some funny reason (HAHA!) my com's being laggy and stubborn and refuses to do certain thing. Like a little bitch. Aww come on and WORK. FRUSS SIOL.

Anyway for those of you who've seen or heard, my phone has finally reached a level of rabak so rabak that I can't use it anymore. Here, let me share:
- buttons corresponding to the numbers 1, 3, and 6 don't work most of the time
- joystick is a headache to operate. And the whole plastic casing's gone
- camera slider lost functionality about a year ago. Gotta manually activate it from the menu
- 3 out of 6 soft keys are completely unusable. One of them is nearing its death
- the place where you plug in the charger is f*****. Charging and data transfer is a HEADACHE.
- Martians have set up camp within the case. Well maybe not but I'm sure there are some Martians around here somewhere.

And so I've made the bold move to stop using that phone. And use another spoilt phone hahahaha. The other other spoilt phone (my spare at camp) is more leceh to use. I actually found another phone of the same model; works fine but can't read the contacts off my sim card. Nokia vs Sony Ericsson, thanks ah. SOOOOO I'm now using my dad's-then-passed-to-brother 's K810i. A model ahead of my K800i. The only problem with this phone is a mess of dead pixels. And a portion of the keypad casing that might drop off. Solved with tape!

Now as pitiful as I might sound, I'm actually enjoying this. Its all done on purpose, I have a Mega Plan you see. I've finally gotten the chance to look around at phones (accompanied by a certain someone) and have made some selections. I think it'll be about next month when I get a proper phone that doesn't threaten to die/fall apart/send rogue signals to secret service satellites.

You know what, this post isn't gonna finish itself. And I ain't gonna do it for it. Sooooo...

That's it for now hahaha. Really. I'll continue some time soon CHOWDER!!!





Got me out here in the 'What the?!' so deep

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I'm up doing stuff. Went out to the hall to make sure all the plugs were turned off. Oh someone's phone is done charging. Right. Turn off the power and... turn around to walk away when half a step later BZZZZZZTTTT and it was FRICKING LOUD I TURNED ROUND IN LIGHTNING SPEED I SWEAR that must've been the fastest ever unrecorded time a human took to spin round like that.

I got a shocker. The phone vibrated as an acknowledgement to the power offing or something. K whatever.

Staying up late, super late, is not healthy. And I better get my stuff done before my hyperactive imagination kicks in and I creep myself out. Hah! More later.

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Two eleven in the morning, I haven't titled this post.
Its a relatively long weekend, but it seems like there's a lot to cram in.

I'm formatting my old com and installing Ubuntu on it. Why? So whoever picks it up can run the com without hassle and without access to all my files. I'm a nice person *cue angelic chorus bright white light and amaaazing halo* :D

Okay holy moment over.

I wanna get down to writing again; I haven't had the time to just sit and do it in so long, I'm afraid I've lost it. Once upon a time all I had to do was... well... nothing, and ideas would flood my mind and I'd to sieve through them and then my fingers would magically know which words to pen and when to paragraph.

But now the space in my head feels... (yeah my head is full of space) thick. Like I gotta push through to get ideas, but when I finally get a hold of something I find its not as awesome as I'd hoped it was.

I might be overreacting. It'd be such an irony if I wrote about my disappearing could've-had-'em' skillz and it takes the form of something that I think I can no longer achieve. That was poorly phrased, but you get it.

An idea met me while I was hurriedly showering a coupla days back. About why we're afraid of - haha - ghosts and stuff, and it extended to other things. I'll work on that by the time I book in on Monday.

Did I also ever say this? I feel like I'm being pulled in so many directions by all my commitments, the people who need me, and all the things I want to do. But instead of me breaking, I'm afraid I'll pull back so hard that everything comes crashing together. Actually I'm not afraid hahah. It just sounded like an interesting concept. Well what would happen if things came together? Is it even possible? That, my friend, is up to YOU to find out. Hahahah yes YOU. I'm not making any sense now, am I?

That must mean its time to go. Of late mine eyes have been dry or sth. But I like the feeling, as though my eyes are puffy maybe with eyebags. Feels like a macho thing to me hahaha. So I'll hold back on the eyedrops for now heh.

There is nothing to fear, go out and be awesome. The world needs awesome people, so whataya waiting for!





Because just because

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Its like I can only sleep for short bursts. Total KO then total cannot sleep.

Anyway. Again today I found out something that made me really really thankful for the people in my life. I'm very grateful for the fact that there are so many people behind me, supporting and praying for me even when I don't know. Alhamdulillah. I pray that in the future I can become more than the person they want me to be, so that I can give them more than they have given me, and also to those who need but have no one to provide.

I always get mixed feelings approaching book-in, like a mini emotional mess-thing inside; sometimes its dread, cos I think training is gonna be rabak. I wonder if I can take it, if they'll treat us like shit for no reason. Sometimes I think back to the heat of the bunker gear, to being completely wet inside, hot everywhere, breathing hard, wanting to relax. But it doesn't always come, that relaxation, and we've got to get moving again, and move fast at that. Its a lot to take but it can be taken.

Then suddenly I'm very happy cos I look forward to seeing my friends again. Once more, I'm thankful that God has given me friends whom I know I can trust, and who'll stand by me even though we've only known each other for such a short period.

Logically speaking then, things can work out well, I just gotta keep strong. So that's just it; keep strong and block out everything that's negative.

But above it all, I just can't fight this tiredness. I've only had five hours of sleep and I'm in desperate need for more. Ok tonight.

In more exciting news, I earned $2 from my dad for a stupid dare. You wanna know the story? Ok I'll tell you.

Some other time. Heheh. I'm sorry but circumstances allow for only that. Circumferences.

OH and I realized how much I love Wizards of Waverly Place (frickin' awesome scripting and cast and EVERYTHING). And I kinda miss Drake and Josh, but they keep repeating episodes anyway boooooo.

So its gonna be a good week ahead. HTA AFTER THAT! OH YA! HTA! HELLO ALL MY FRIENDS AT HTA! I'm super excited to meet yall, I hope you will accept me with open arms hahaha. Righto, post end.

I think I haven't said this in some time: (shit I forgot how it goes) uh something like... keep fit stay sharp be happy? Oh whatever. That's fine anyway. I also forgot to do my one line of supercool smartsaying geniusohwow at the end of the post, for three posts in a row. I'll leave 'em, despite my OCD. So this post will have that one line after a few spaces thing, albeit not in the usual format. But it all goes cos this is my world and I'm king and I welcome you because more than me is compuhnee. Though I also like talking to myse- ok I vill nawt get carried away. Stay awesome, people.





Hello you. I can't wait to hear your voice again, I can never get enough of it.

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Hmph. Well. What do we have here. You clicked New Post, yet you wonder what is so New about this yet to be Post.

So you write. Because by putting your fingers to the keyboard, stuff appears as if by magick. Oh, you got it now? Your post? Gooood, let it begin...



This will, very probably, be the last time I'll post till I'm free again. Which will be this Saturday. Will it. Please. Pray! Yes! Grate.

Things go as planned, and they also go in weird directions although you don't plan. But if you be strong and keep doing what's right, everything will end up at the same road... the one that leads to Rome. And why...? Yes, that's right.

I kid. But really, I have spent years locked away in my study, and after much studies and analysis of past observations, I have concluded that all things have a happy Ending. Ending, now, that's where you must understand. An end is an end, but an End is something else. Think about it.

I think its more vascularity now, I'm quite sure, and I'm happy. But I am so close to tears, I couldn't find my pumpkin seeds. You can't have raw oats with hazelnuts and sunflower seeds and pumpkin seeds in milk without the pumpkin seeds! The raw oats are no longer raw, they've been substituted with the Instant Quick and Creamy Kind, and the hazelnuts have depleted, so you understand the difficulty I'm in!

I think I'm hoping that my absence in this household will be a good thing for everyone. Like, you know, it might cause them to think differently, maybe get happier, and whatnot. I am still on my mission to transform all their lives, that they may live each second to the fullest, and somehow I've got the feeling that Mr Positive Who Also Happens To Talk To Himself A Lot should take a backseat for awhile. They are awesome people, its time they see it for themselves. I'm too big, see, everywhere they go they only see me staring at myself in a mirror. I love my family.

I also love my second family, and I'll be too happy when we can all get together again.

And, I like this feeling. How do I describe it... well, lemme see...

Its the feeling you get when you find someone that's so precious and golden, you wanna be around that person all the time. What was bad is now good, and what was good now exceeds what you once imagined it could be. Everything seems right, yaknow?

And all because of one person.

Yes.

You.

Thought I'd just say.





All good things come to your hands, so pray hah

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Time started: 1:07 AM

Intro:
I've been unusually sleepy today, though I guess the nonsense exercise I did in the morning is partly to blame. This post is going to be very. Very. Long. So I've separated it into paragraphs, each with colour-coded headings (applause from audience). Where possible, I'll use more bullet points than long paragraphs (hearty laughter from audience).

LAST NIGHT
THONG
IRON MAN
FASHION
PROTEST
FORGANIZATED
PRAISES
SKIN

How convenient, a phrase to remember it all! Last night, dressed in nothing but a thong/Iron Man wore a thong in the name of fashion, to protest the forganizated praises he had been hearing about his skin.


LAST NIGHT
I spent a lot of time finetuning my com's skinz. You can read about that in the last Chapter (hahaha), SKIN. I was done for the night, it being - OH WAIT! I FORGOT! I went to the living room for awhile, cos I was waiting for the com to load something. THEN, I decided to eat! If you were paying attention, you'd noticed that at that point, I hadn't blogged.

So anyway about eating first. Digestives and milk. Cold. Haha.
- I like Digestives
- I don't really like them plain
- I dip 'em in stuff
- Milk or Milo
- Optimal dipping time is such that the biscuit begins to sink. This can be observed if you chuck the whole damn thing into a container of sufficient size, wherein your Soak of choice rests. It is at this point that the biscuit is soft enough to break off and sorta crumble, without you biting too hard. Any softer and I'd feel like some geezer.

I ate, I was no longer Hungary, I went back to the computer and decided to blog. It being the first time in a long time I blogged unhungry.
- Computer started lagging
- Hung on me
I was this close to getting medieval wit' it, but I realized computers don't feel no paiiin. So I held back, bit my lip, then decided to shut the damn thing off. And I went to bed, and promptly fell asleep. Knocked out.

And just so you know, I had a slice of bread with approx. 83 grams of tuna flakes in olive oil, at around 1130pm.

THONG
Not skimpy wear, but 'song' when you have no teeth/an ulcer/a lisp.
I'm posting the link again cos I don't think it worked the last time, I really can't figure out why.



I've decided I'm gonna leave it as it is. So that's the final cut of it.


IRON MAN
(!!!) Every time I say/think of Iron Man my heart stops beating awhile my head spins I lose sensation in my limbs and I go limp. I wish I could properly describe to you how I feel about Iron Man *half-faints* but once again I'm faced with the deeply unsettling mental grind of converting the ineffable to a comprehensible formation of letters. That's the irony, its ineffable, yet it has to be effed.

I think it could go on for paragraphs, but I feel this truncated version should give you a remote idea of my sentiments: IT. IS. EFFING. EFFING. EFFINGGGG. COOOOOLLLL!!!! AAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I kinda considered comparing it to something else, something more, um, intimate. But I have better sense than that, HUZZAH!

MY FAVOURITE PART OF THE TRAILER! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
Iron Man and War Machine stand kinda back to back, masks up. Lotsa mean robots around them. They coolly survey the scene. Then CHINK CHINK their masks close in rapid succession AND I FRICKING GO INTO CONVULSIONS AND ITS LIKE I'M IN HEAVEN BUT I KNOW I'M NOT BUT ITS SO AWFULLY GOOD MY HEART'S OUT OF CONTROL I'M A LITTLE BOY ONCE MORE THIS WAS EVERYTHING COOL IN LESS THAN A SECOND I think I jizzed. In. Mahpants. Hahahahha sorry couldn't resist.


If you want 2 minutes of bliss, click here. That's the official trailer on YouTube. My blog is wholly unworthy to act as a surrogate source for something so divine, shining, so purely magnificent and opulent and gilded and exalted and I could go on. Iron Man 2. I can hardly wait. I now have a reason to live. Haaahahaha.


FASHION
I cannot CANNOT wait for the day when I finally draw a good salary and have enough to totally support myself and my family. That will be when I go out and get all the things I think I should have, that I should wear. I'm so damn particular about looking sharp, but I'm kinda holding back. While it may be within my means to get all that I want now, I can't help but feel a twang of guilt. Tired to elaborate, so let's just wait till I make about 40k. A day. Ameen! Since we're all in such a holy mood now, I pray that all of you see success in life, achieve your ambitions, and are led along a blessed path. Ameen. If you're my friend then you should know that I love you a lot.

Right, fashion. I was looking through some sites, some whatevers, then did some (highly amateurish) sketches of my own, and I realized that its kinda easy (not easy like one plus one is two, but like running for fifteen minutes). Its kinda fixed, I guess, what guys can wear. That's why designers started crossing over to the ladies' side. A lot of that is actually quite cool, but when you see guys walking around with a piece of their translucent curtain ripped and draped over their tank-top clad bodies, you start to wonder...

Only then did I realize why so many guys design for ladies (the first person I think of is Nabil who is fking talented, and cool beyond description. I think I should head over there and post that now. Read PRAISES for an explanation), because with the women, the possibilities are endless! The human body is amazing, but the female body is a work of art. A naked man is nice to stare at if he's at least fit, and has a cloth draped across his groin. A naked woman is artistic no matter how plump she is (think art from ancient Rome. Ain't no anorexic things there).

Most minds are biased towards curves. Which is why Mac OS is a hell lot sexier than Windows. But ANYWAY. With women there are so many frickin' possibilities that its one helluva challenge. So it takes lotsa skill to produce and physically create something that turns heads, or at least looks good. Aaand you can create so many wonderful looking images and concepts that would otherwise be super difficult/impossible to pull of on a man's body. Like the dress Joanne Peh wore to the whatever awards. I chanced upon the photo at the back of the newspaper, and the dress was really nice. From an aesthetic perspective, all halalness out of the equation.


PROTEST
My Gillette Fusion Power shaver has FIVE. FRICKING. BLADES. And one small one at the back. I'm starting to feel really ridiculous using this damn thing, however comfortable it might be. I came across a website detailing the battle between Gillette and Schick, and how they upped the number of blades just to show who's more badass. If a six-bladed shaver comes out, I'll switchover to a kitchen knife.

So anyway I'm kinda protesting silently against my... inanimate shaver. I've got a distant semblance of a goatee now. Sample:

And so in protest, I won't shave it. Then it'll start to annoy me and I'll hack it all off.


FORGANIZATED
No more nude photos on my blog. Nor my wordpress nor tumblr nor anywhere else. Hahahahh well I don't exactly appear nude in the photos, just shirtles, but (I've said this before, I remember) in H.G. Wells' War of the Worlds he described himself as 'naked' - cos he didn't have a shirt on.

- There are a heck lot of daaaamn good bodies out there everywhere for you to look at
- Mine isn't that impressive, I should stop acting like everyone wants to see it
- I think I'm maturing cos I look back now and go... eww?
- I guess it might come across as showing off. I hate showing off.

So anyway my tumblr will be left for whatever random shit happens, whilst my wordpress will be my obscure literary asylum. Where I post linguistic works, and where I rant. You won't like the rants. In fact, you might just wanna keep away from my WP. Did that have a reverse-psychology effect? Cos I wasn't intending to reverse anyone psycho.


PRAISES
When I have good things to say about people, I'll just bloody say it. Why hold back? I like it when people say nice things to me, and since I figured I can be nice without risking a violent biological reaction, I'll be nice.


SKIN
- My super nearly completed album art collection. I'm hardworking.
- I got this app that hides the icons of programs on the taskbar. Supposed to make things cleaner and whatnot, but I think I'll undo it.
- The yucky yellow folder is now the suave black Folder
- Other icons shanged
- Tre Fratelli is the name of our iPoop aka iTouch u& uTouch me back. Ok eww. God knows why its listed as a camera... stupid machines.
- Top right: and app called CDArt display. Its sexy, and allows me to control iTunes with the keyboard, even when iTunes runs in the background.
- My computer is sexayyy. Er. By the day. Sexayyyer by the day.

Dear Blogger, please increase the size for your Create A Post thing. Its too small and crampy and I'm claustrophobic. Kthxbye.



Outro:
I know I said I had a tuna sandwich... but I'm hungry again. I don't even eat a lot!! I'm speechless. Its a spellll of sorts that I'm under. Blogging = okay. Nearing end of blogpost = hungry. DigestivesandmilkhereIcome!!!

Time check: 2:37 AM
Reality check: ITS FKING LATE
Use less salt in your cooking and if you're eating out, DEMAND that they use only the bare minimum. Better still, ask for no salt, then season your food with your own sweat. Its organic, healthy, and completely sensible. STAY SHARP, yall.





This Bug Is supafly

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Holy crap its nearly MAY. And we all know thaaaatt


is a MAGICAL date. Enough shenanigans. On to serious stuff.

I was performing an undisclosed exercise, and upon completion Mak said 'Great!'. I was like 'Huh?' then Mak said 'Your exercise. That was good, you're strong lah.'

You have no idea how high I levitated before I realized levitation wasn't supposed to be possible, then I was left with nothing but happiness. So later on I told her how much that meant to me. I'm gonna keep telling people all these kinda things, cos its things they should know. If they made me happy, I'd want them to be able to have a taste of it. And if I don't tell, I might never get the chance again.

Then there's this one thing I find so strange yet amazing: being happy for someone else. Does it even make sense, to be so happy when someone else has gotten something, and you're the same as before? That someone got into somewhere or won something or something, you're still living the same life you lived yesterday and like two weeks ago; yet you're so happy like something's changed in your life.

I find that so odd! And its such a cool thing, too. This intangible thing, happiness, is so wunderful! In the words of a famous and important person 'It's contagious too, so the spillover effect is tremendous and the possibilities are endless!'. That rhymed, by the way.

I'll leave that at that for now, because I want to think on it on the psychological level. Ironic, because I believe firmly that the Mind cannot be broken up and classified, like its a whole glob of shtuff. Our terms and frameworks are very much shapeless and shaky, with so much room for doubt and challenge. Its like asking 'what is big?'. Its so perspecticle (I just coined that word. It sounds a lot like... spectacle.) I think, with no one being able to even establish general guidelines. I will think about this.

In the meantime, I've got one New Song up, its the Star Wars thang. Just a bit of it, I couldn't resist, and I couldn't get close to the awesomeness of Moosebutter; at least I attempted! You can find. The. Songs.

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Oh its late how did it come to this!

Well anyways I was watching Singapore Talking, and boy did someone keep going off topic with all his 'feeder bus' and 'public transport' talk. I considered calling in, but with that geezer around? Nah I didn't wanna have anything to do with what was going on on TV. Which was why I started making fun of them all and not-pay attention. The crackpot in the blue shirt? You know, the fella who owns a car but 'hate driving in the congested roads. I hate to find the parking lot'. Yeah that Genius. After making a stupid semi-point he gives a stupid face. Squashes everything together and flattens his mouth in a failed attempt at a wide grin; I could almost hear him go 'Hnggggg'. Ask me and I'd re-enact for you.

What I would've said anyways was, that if Lynn could 'wait for the right time' to buy a car, it just means she can WAIT. And if you can WAIT it means you don't NEED IT, so don't fucking talk so much and just NOT buy a car. Also, I think this whole car issue has got to do with the Singaporean Lifestyle. Its rush here rush there let's all get on the train and stand near the doors cos I don't wanna miss a thing. Even when I dream of you the sweetest dream will never do, cos I'm in the train baby, and I don't wanna miss a thing. Btw this is for all you morons out there:


You get the picture; its all this hushy rushy thang that's got us (except me) worked up (yet insufficiently worked out) and wanting to get somewhere quickly. Just pop a coupla chill pills and relaxxxxx. Take it slow and easy, don't be going about things like you're gonna die or something. Cos if you are, then you really ought not to be trying to get on a train. Araknow but personally, if I knew I was gonna die, I'd wanna do holy stuff and whatever. Commutation would be lost somewhere at the bottom of my list.

Anyway I'd like to share some videos I enjoyed; in my usual fashion I'd go ahead and embed the thangs but somehow I feel I'm not up to the task now. No, not today. So instead I'll serve you up with This and Thiss and Thisss.

This: Moosebutter's version of John William's Star Wars theme.
Thiss: A whole damn CHOIR singing that song.
Thisss: This one guy's cover of a Flight of the Conchord's songs. Attention to lyrics please.

Its funny that after almost 20 years in my body I'm still not accustomed to it. Sometimes my throat hurts when I talk, and my blocked ears can get pretty darned irritating especially when I sing. Cos then everytime I hit certain notes the sound just reverberates in my whole damn head and it sucks. Its been a super long time since my nasal passages have been clear. Like whoosh clear you know, blow air in one nostril and my brains will come out the other.

But I'm thinking, if its all me, its mine, then surely I can control it in some way. People can meditate to slow or even stop their hearts for awhile, cancel away pain and whatever. I guess this implies that my 'problems' can be Willed away? I'll only find out after 26.5 days of Willing, cos you know, that's standard Will principles. "The mentalifyingness of it all is a true cycle." Yes yes we've all heard that line a million times, come on there must be something else you fellas could tell us!

I totally agree with you then when you suggest we port the tachyon boosters, because they really get in the way of multiplanes. I mean isn't it pretty obvious by now that interstellar travel is only secondary to quantic fross? Sheesh, Diplomaticas. I expected Moar. Hah that was a brilliant pun, no?

Lol I wish I could write like that about real life stuff. Hah yeah stop scratching your head/huh-hing/wo'eva. And just for kicks, here's my current FB profile pic. Did yall notice the amateur editing hahaha. Is it familiar? Yes it is, to me.

I'm up to my nonsense again but thank God for Tumblr. Now I can get my fix and you can stay alive. Before I go, congratulations to all my Man Friends (HAHAHAHAH too tempting to resist typing it that way) who're where they want to be in NS. But wherever you are, its undeniable that I have more respect for you now. The shit you've been through while I've been living a heck of a good life? Now that's something. This whole NS thing really makes you grow.

Growing. That's one thing I like. And a quick one: I think its at this point in our lives where our friends really change the most and people go out and be the people they're probably gonna be for the rest of their lives. You make more friends, everyone knows about ninja company, once jerks are probably less jerks or even nice people, some of 'em are going cool places, and you think about some people in a different way, realize someone's talents, find out someone did something hella cool, maybe even see people where you'd least expect them. Public toilet 2nd last cubicle. Hahahahhahahahaha where'd THAT come from.

I wanted to talk about my first run in 8109384203 gajillion millin million years but I think the post's long enough. I'm hungry. Why the HECK does it always have to end like this...

Use a moisturizer for your face and never underestimate the power offff SUNBLOCK. Neutrogena Moisture has both! Get it now for onl- right you get it. If you're still alive then LIVE IT UP!





'Tis a wonderful feeling

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