Bad mojo

Well I guess someone I talked to on MSN summarized the whole week up in just one simple phrase “A lot of bad things have happened this week.”

Fyi, I don’t know who you are, but I know that you will screw up one day and I will know who you are. So please, be prepared for that day to come because I won’t forget anything.

A little shoutout to Laremy, smile dude, and the world smiles (or in this case, if its me, you should probably rephrase it to, smoke and alvyn’ll smoke) with you.

Shoutout to Ian Troll, who’s flying off to UK Imperial College this Friday (Fysh, Ben.. Friday 1830hrs at Changi Airport to send him off okay?), have fun in UK and meet up again when you’re back in December alright?

Last but not least, a very important shoutout to Mel, for being there for me throughout, having that unwavering trust in me that I really appreciate. Thank you for being the pillar of light that heralded me out of the tunnel. Thank you, and I love you.

Before I sign off for the weekend, lyrics from a song that has been with me for a while.

Just Surrender – Tell me everything

Just one more hour
and I’ll know the truth that separates the right From all the wrong feelings that
You have about me your grace is distracting me

So white out the memories
of each sarcastic shot you took at me
With your hurtful tones and biting melodies

Just one more outburst
and I’m leaving you like you left me one year ago
and I know that this could never be an apology from you

A meaning buried
under shuttered breathing
Its taking too long for me to spit it out

Tell me everything will be alright
Close your eyes and dream of me tonight
Tell me that you won’t just fade away
Cross my heart and hope to die tonight I’ll dream my pain away

I’ll let the lack of words speak for me
the way I am I can’t express or understand
I’ll take the time now to make you see (you see)

Tell me everything will be alright
Close your eyes and dream of me tonight
Tell me that you won’t just fade away
Cross my heart and hope to die tonight I’ll dream my pain away

I see through your lies, they’re bleeding from your eyes.

Tell me everything will be alright
Close your eyes and dream of me tonight
Tell me that you won’t just fade away
Cross my heart and hope to die I’m on my way

Tell me everything will be alright
Close your eyes and dream of me tonight
Tell me that you won’t just fade away
Cross my heart and hope to die tonight I’ll dream my pain away

Riders and inconsiderate motorists.

I refer to Laremy’s blog about inconsiderate motorists on the road.

I’ve had my fair share of inconsiderate motorists on the road too (not that I’m damn bleddy perfect la, but at least I think I’m not that reckless or boh hiew lan).. like a week ago when I was driving back to hall from CCK. I signalled left to change to the middle lane, and this SBS bus happily just swerved out from the bus bay, into the first lane, and right smack into the middle lane. So basically, my car was on a collision course with the bus’s side. I hit the brakes, swerved right (thankfully it was empty), and sounded my horn at him. No reply from him. It’s a pity I couldn’t get to see his license plate, otherwise I would have reported him as well. Second incident happened with Wee Ping, Mel, Yvonne and Pei Xun in my car, right outside The Cathay at Dhoby Ghaut. I was stuck in the outer turning lane, while waiting for a taxi to turn. Once he completed his turn, I proceeded to move off straight. Out of nowhere, this white Honda Civic swerved in, and cut right into me, leaving a gap less than 20cm from my car. I slammed on the brakes, hit my horn and showed him the finger.

I swear, fuckers like them should be punished by watching TP’s traffic safety video on max volume. Restrain them in chairs, make them watch it NON-STOP for like a day or so. If that doesn’t work, just let them listen to Traffic Watch nonstop, at max volume for like another day or so. I’m willing to bet that they’ll take traffic regulations and basic etiquette more seriously.

As for riders, I just had my share of riders who really deserve to get run over by my vios sometime. I was again, in the turning lane right outside Fong Seng, when this group of 3-4 mat riders pulled up next to me. Credit be given to them, they did signal for the turn. When the lights turned green, the whole fucking group of them just spread out and took over both lanes, effectively blocking me from lining up properly for my turn, then proceeded to take over all 3 lanes by spreading one bike in each lane. I only managed to get past them by squeezing my self past one idiot who moved too much to the right and opened up a hole. The left fucking lane is there for a reason when you’re going slow… use it goddamn it.

Enough rantings, I’d like to emphasize again how important it is to check your freaking blind spot. Ivan, my guitarist, just got into an accident when another traffic idiot side-swiped his scrambler while changing lanes because that idiot didn’t check his fucking blind spot. If anybody can miss a gigantic fella sitting ontop of a gigantic scrambler, how many others will miss tiny scrawny mats/ah bengs on tiny class 2B bikes? Ivan’s fine, thankfully, but think of how many people who’s reactions may be slower and may not be as lucky as him.

FOR FUCK’S SAKE YOU FUCKING ROAD IDIOTS, DRIVE PROPERLY AND LEARN TO FUCKING SIGNAL. SIGNALLY WILL NOT CAUSE YOUR CAR/BIKE TO DEPRECIATE IN VALUE. BUT WRAPPING YOUR CAR/BIKE AROUND A FUCKING TREE OR ANOTHER VEHICLE WILL CERTAINLY CAUSE YOUR FUCKING LIFE TO DEPRECIATE. GODDAMN IT.

As ripped from Laremy’s blog.

A little something I koped from laremy’s blog.

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it.

Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.”

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared – how could he say his heart was more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love – I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges — giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

The long awaited update

Okay for foos like Fysh (who called himself FYSH LEONG on facebook) and Huiwen (who replied with a “nod” for on my comments), here’s your long awaited update :@.

Nothing much been’s happening apart from hall stuff and school work. Yes, I know its fucking boring, but eh fuck you think my life’s so happening issit?

shakenotstirred just did our AHM gig, along with our latest gig at Ben and Jerry’s last week, and we did a pretty fucking good job. Went there, rocked the place down, and at the end of it all, got paid and had fun. So kudos to the band. Photos’ll be up soon, or as soon as I can bother to upload them, whichever comes first.

KRockers, aka my hall’s band, will be playing at TGIO (Thank God It’s Over) tomorrow night, and I’ll be playing for both the Disco Band, or more affectionately known as Disco69, and the finale band. It’s a refreshing change to be playing with different people of different musical styles and backgrounds. I’m also playing for NUS’s CAC band for some holland V gig, so I’ll post infomation up again when the date draws nearer.

Ok I just thought about something to bitch about. Let’s bitch about morons who post stupid comments on IVLE forums, and morons who ask stupid questions during lectures/tutorials.

There’re guys who make wierd comments like “YESSSS UK! GO UK!” in the middle of political science lecture, morons who are either fucking brainless, or who never bothered reading their texts for English, and end up asking stupid questions like “Can disgraceful and disgruntled be split into dis-grace-ful, and dis-gruntle-ed respectively.” Fuck off and read your knn text lah. Morons.

Been a while since I last posted… so here I am, back again with more random rants and bullshit to er… bullshit my oh-so-loyal readers.

Two tests tomorrow, for EL1101E and HY1101E, that’s English and History for you fucking nubs who don’t know the horrors of bidding for modules, and I’m majorly fucked because I have no HY1101E textbook, and the NUS Co-op’s out of stock too.

Hip-hoo-fucking-ray.

Stay tuned for more random shit. Goddamn it.