guilt

whoops.

rawr

emotions are overrated. i watched a movie called equilibrium at home today. something about this group trying to create a utopia using a chemical to suppress emotions such as anger, rage, hate, envy, blah blah blah. because all those cause wars, suffering, crimes and what not but a side effect was that sister emotions like happiness and all that is suppressed too. so what you get is an emotionless world of conformity. of course, there are people who rebel. in the end, rebellion wins. there is a massacre where the rebels kill the people who resist the change. oh what the hell. what am i saying? emotions aren't bad. i mean, they're cool and all. but i think the movie got irony at the end. don't think i sound very clear here. i guess thats whats wrong you see. cant quite put it into words. hmm. but... i have learned another important thing from the movie. actually, it was more of a confirmation. heroes reload their guns only when it looks cool. otherwise, their guns seem to have an infinite supply of bullets. i even counted the number of shots per clip. don't get started on those tamil movies with lotsa gun fights. unlimited bullets i tell you.

OR, maybe it could be that they only SHOW the reloading when it will look cool. this point is negated however, if they focus only on the hero for the whole firefight.

there you go. two viewpoints for a seemingly useless issue.

anyway. its cool when someone confides in you. because then you get that really nice feeling of knowing that you are not alone. (:

5/30/2007 9:20:22 PM 1412 | Dora \Ongnardo\: i random clicked
5/30/2007 9:20:24 PM 1412 | Dora \Ongnardo\: then got to the page
5/30/2007 9:20:29 PM 1412 | Dora \Ongnardo\: but 4got wherei clicked
5/30/2007 9:20:30 PM azrin. last train.: howhow?
5/30/2007 9:20:32 PM 1412 | Dora \Ongnardo\: think its the eye
5/30/2007 9:20:34 PM azrin. last train.: NO!
5/30/2007 9:22:41 PM azrin. last train.: its not the eye
5/30/2007 9:22:50 PM 1412 | Dora \Ongnardo\: i got to it yesterday
5/30/2007 9:22:56 PM 1412 | Dora \Ongnardo\: u cover the top half
5/30/2007 9:23:01 PM 1412 | Dora \Ongnardo\: i take the bottom
5/30/2007 9:25:46 PM azrin. last train.: k set
5/30/2007 9:25:53 PM azrin. last train.: [insert crazy looking smiley here]
5/30/2007 9:28:40 PM 1412 | Dora \Ongnardo\: WAD THE MAN
5/30/2007 9:28:52 PM azrin. last train.: to war
5/30/2007 9:29:03 PM azrin. last train.: it will not survive the intense clicking

what the hell. check the source code you noob. gahhh. haxxorise it. become the 31337 you were destined to become. lol. nub.

i tell you. nothing is cuter that watching a sunflower starfish hunt many many tiny brittle starfish for food by crawling over the seabed. i love documentaries. especially those good bbc ones and the funny ones on natgeo and discovery.

kinase

i battle pressure, a bad sore throat, confusion, a bad headache, fever, the constant sneezing, someone's new blog template, the temptations, and that god awful feeling that keeps telling me that i should have done something about it rather than let it slip into oblivion

ohwell.

5/29/2007 10:43:47 PM iN || line 2.: but.. haiya. alright.
5/29/2007 10:43:49 PM iN || line 2.: the date is set.
5/29/2007 10:43:54 PM iN || line 2.: and we've found a good location.
5/29/2007 10:43:55 PM iN || line 2.: so.
5/29/2007 10:44:00 PM iN || line 2.: FOR THE EMPEROR.
5/29/2007 10:44:51 PM azrin. last train.: discovery of the century
5/29/2007 10:44:57 PM iN || line 2.: yea
5/29/2007 10:44:59 PM azrin. last train.: best one since e discovery of x square
5/29/2007 10:45:06 PM iN || line 2.: dont have to take stupid 851 anymore.
5/29/2007 10:45:08 PM iN || line 2.: the DEATH BUS
5/29/2007 10:45:22 PM azrin. last train.: death bus?
5/29/2007 10:45:27 PM azrin. last train.: you mean bus of really old ppl
5/29/2007 10:45:40 PM azrin. last train.: packed with them
5/29/2007 10:45:42 PM iN || line 2.: yeah
5/29/2007 10:45:43 PM iN || line 2.: haha
5/29/2007 10:47:42 PM azrin. last train.: 410
5/29/2007 10:47:48 PM azrin. last train.: and its just 2 stops away
5/29/2007 10:47:50 PM azrin. last train.: wth
5/29/2007 10:47:52 PM azrin. last train.: hahahaha
5/29/2007 10:47:54 PM iN || line 2.: wow!
5/29/2007 10:47:56 PM iN || line 2.: but must pick time.
5/29/2007 10:48:01 PM azrin. last train.: emperor's blessings
5/29/2007 10:48:05 PM iN || line 2.: the girl said that at peak hours it can be full house.
5/29/2007 10:48:12 PM iN || line 2.: but we picked a good time.
5/29/2007 10:48:14 PM iN || line 2.: 3-4
5/29/2007 10:48:26 PM iN || line 2.: i dont have much money.
5/29/2007 10:48:33 PM iN || line 2.: .so 3 hrs should be my max.
5/29/2007 10:48:35 PM iN || line 2.: ok la i gtg.
5/29/2007 10:48:38 PM iN || line 2.: sms if anything.
5/29/2007 10:48:49 PM iN || line 2.: and pls dont put ur fone anywhere where it can start calling me.
5/29/2007 10:48:55 PM iN || line 2.: hahaokbye.
5/29/2007 10:49:21 PM azrin. last train.: lol
5/29/2007 10:49:26 PM azrin. last train.: my phone is on my table
5/29/2007 10:49:27 PM azrin. last train.: hehe
5/29/2007 10:49:31 PM iN || line 2.: table
5/29/2007 10:49:32 PM iN || line 2.: tabel
5/29/2007 10:49:36 PM iN || line 2.: the chick is on the table
5/29/2007 10:49:39 PM iN || line 2.: table table
5/29/2007 10:49:40 PM azrin. last train.: the book is on the table
5/29/2007 10:49:43 PM iN || line 2.: the MAN is on the table.
5/29/2007 10:50:04 PM iN || line 2.: table taytaytaytay table table
5/29/2007 10:50:06 PM azrin. last train.: the woMAN is on the table
5/29/2007 10:50:09 PM azrin. last train.: kk
5/29/2007 10:50:11 PM azrin. last train.: i gtg too
5/29/2007 10:50:15 PM iN || line 2.: the azrin's on the table.
5/29/2007 10:50:15 PM azrin. last train.: cyaz tomorrow brother

something about this convo just sounds so damn wrong. but i cant quite put my finger on it. hmm.
the DEATH BUS.
dun dun dun dunnnnnn

taste

few things taste good when you are not feeling well both within and outside. damn. must be more time efficient. too much time was spent today trying to tackle the headache from yesterday. but one thing is for sure.

i am t3h skill.

i am now officially THE most traumatized person in rjc. ask anyone who either performed in or watched sangamam 07 and knows me personally. but hey. the consequences of having a fun experience. no the thing that caused the trauma and the fun experience are not the same thing.

photos.

i only really need four photos. (:
yesterday was fun. albeit saddening. the prospect of what is to come. maybe its time to sacrifice what i have been enjoying for the past few months. after june. i guess its no more. hmm.

normality

normality has been restored. if you missed it, its your loss.

very very repetitive

this is rubbish.

deluded

i felt deluded. i dont really know why. i needed a way to express my delusion at certain things. drawing on references on certain things that has bothered me, i decided to vandalize my template. temporary only. until that sense on complete delusion fades away. chances are, if i keep wearing the furry suit it may not. hmmm.

improbable

engaging improbability drive.
hang on.
this is going to get weird.

happy to hang around

They were following me
They were following everyone
They had visions of me
Holding hands walking into the sun
Now people get down, people get down
People get hurt
And when you did it to me
I was already in the ground

And I'll never get into your heart
No I don't even want to start
I'll never get into your heart
I'm just happy to hang around
Happy to hang around
Happy to hang around

Take a picture of me
And show it to everyone
And no more pictures of you
No more love no more setting sun
Now people get down, people get down
People get hurt
And when you did it to me
I was already in the dirt

And I'll never get into your heart
No I don't even want to start
I'll never get into your heart
I'm just happy to hang around
Happy to hang around
Happy to hang around

And I'll never get into your heart
No I don't even want to start
I'll never get into your heart
I'm just happy to hang around
Happy to hang around
Happy to hang around

maybe this song would have looked better on the card rather than cheesy flowers in the window. you know with a guy standing in a rainy place looking really wishful. nothing against flowers in the window, but i think i is damn stupid. should have been a whole lot cleverer. should have realised it earlier. who will care about what i wish would have happen. that would be rather unimportant. heck. with this, the other one would be totally unnecessary. crud. okae lah. i don't know. maybe not so bleak. maybe its much worse.

i dont think i'm strong enough. really. someone ought to give me a slight push. but any way, whats the point in sharing your dreams with some one who doesn't give a damn? i don't know really. one of those unsolvable mysteries in life. at least i can be proud to say i remain steadfast. hee.

handover

past two days, only two note worthy things happened. one was the journey to city hall gramaphone to get a copy of The Boy With No Name 45 minutes before h3 chem with fellow pope Sherlock. album art is very beautiful, just like the album (which the dumb people at life! rated only 3.5 stars).

the other was handover. lets just say, our brilliant and amazing exco finally stepped down for (the less competent although i'm being very biased here because the old exco are utterly great) j1s. hope they can prove me wrong although they can never ever beat the 06-07 exco. anyway, the sleep over rapidly turned into a retirement resort. after returning from a late night movie of spiderman 3 (having watched it a 2nd time), we remained on a bunch of those canvas chairs for 5 hours only getting up for toilet breaks. we didnt even use our room. sleeping under the moonlight and stars while listening to The Boy With No Name. perfect i say. especially when the song Under The Moonlight began to play. i started imagining things until i fell asleep only to be woken up first by a cat under my makeshift bed and then by a giant squealing rat. i now have all fifteen tracks for The Boy With No Name. cheers to Sherlock!

grin

i want to wear a mask. i wish it was allowed in school. that way, people wont be able to see how i'm feeling.

phone

phone calls from people of a long forgotten era. i think my life is getting stranger and stranger. to tell you the truth. i hate all of this.

oooh

sometimes i wonder if i over did it. maybe i should have exercised restrain. maybe the others involved should have restrained themselves. maybe i should not have over reacted. maybe i should quit worrying.

and then, a voice inside my head says, who cares?

waiting

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