You know I'm up to no Good again.....

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WAI SO SRS?

On a subtle note, i do realise most of my post are often negative and depressing. If you're looking for bright fake smiles and all-day sunshine, try here. Just not this slate. This is just a channeling medium for my thoughts and inner clockwork.



If you don't recognise me anymore.. same over here.. I don't recognise myself at times anymore..

i'm constantly reminded of my position in the social ladder.

extremely self-conscious? i call it, keeping my ego in check.

the never-ending climb to the top.

we're never kreme-teh-la-kreme.

I'm can't be bothered anymore with "Oioi, its the rich kid."

it's time to focus on business.

time to sit up and listen the environment around me.

Lesson of the Day: Poverty is a crime in the world that we live in, and the elites rule the world. Be one of them, or be swept by them.

Something that i really hate, but for the survival of oneself and the fittest.

We must carry on, at the expense of others.

MJ's departure has taught me something..

you could do 99 good deeds but 1 bad gossip can wipe it all away...

but with your death.. the 99 good deeds are revived.. and remembered..

funny how we poked fun at MJ with associations such as, pedophile and plastic surgery ... when he was alive.

now that he's gone.. we bury him in glorious gold.

pointless.

kinda feel his pain, being hated and ridiculed for all the misconceptions.

like me always being shafted cos sometimes people think they know the true me.

o well.

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morale of the story?

stop the hate.

stop the gossip.

spread the ♥ .


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although i can't forgive some people..

i have forgiven most of them.. ha. my saving grace?

it's human nature?

to hate. to spite. to destroy.

To: The Mockingbird that bid farewell so suddenly,

Thanks for inspiring my life, esp the time where i played Moonwalker on Sega ! EPIC GAME HAHA



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back to the shitty life.

Done my first report on Dad's Logistics Division..

Tmrw.. Sea Freight.. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz PASIR PANJANG SO FARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

well..

thought i could forget her. apparently not.

i swear once a week i'll just pop by her FB acc to see how's she doing.

things have not progressed. no change at all.

the same old cold treatment. wouldn't blame her.

she's facing bigger issues.


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2 weeks till i get back my results...

Week 1 of 7 finished investigating Dad's business.

and i still owe William a market analysis report.

3 fronts. 1 man. and a forever broken heart.

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i and Jem keep facing the same issues with women.

well i told him easy! stop thinking abt them.

apparently i fail at that.

trying to chase women who would NEVER give a shit about me.

i am a joke.

met gary today at zouk,

somehow quite undecided to go into zouk. apparently, i bought a $30 pina colada and 3hrs in the club.

anycase. gary's still the same.

something that i admire in him.

he still never fuckin changes.

he's always there to keep my emo syde incheck,

by.. poking fun at it.

sometime it does make sense, and all this emo-posts are just to keep me sane.

but, just like a necessary evil. it's a vent.

but i thank Gary for keeping me in check.

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I don't know what lies ahead,

but i only know that i must succeed.

for i seen that the world lives off the trash that it produces,

money.

the utopian dream is never achievable.

with greed, lust and ambition,

we're just cavemen with lazer pew-pew guns.

i wished you smiled at me when i was a nobody..

when i was at my lowest,

when i was at null.

my canteen is dry and empty.

i thirst for a new source.

and in 3 weeks, I probably will find my answers.

hopefully well-replenishing enough to bring forth new motivation.

afterall, it's gonna be business from then on.

no looking back in anger,

only in smiles.

afterall, you taught me a few more lessons in life..

especially, to Live Strong and Never Give Up.

for they are the best methods in revenge..

not served cold icy bleu.

but, vibrant prismatic colours.

the path i chose.

was it the correct one?

i been dying bit by bit inside. crumbling like an apple crumble pie.

i sometimes wished i didn't have to bear such responsibilities.

but as fate has it,

life indeed is cruel. and amusing.

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being spat at so many times. countless of times.

i could can carry them all in my book.

they can hate me for all i want.

i just need to climb higher, be stronger, and outperform all of them.

for i once told myself, whatever happens...

i'm that "Come-back Kid.".

from the brum + milano.

going back... ? 3rd Oct? ishy. around there.

so. for the next  14 weeks.

whatsup?

mucking around + working for dad.

etc.

yea.

see you around.


.. like you were ever there for me.

well... revelations of the past few days, put my train of thought into a disarray once again.

well someone got married. interesting.

so when will it be mine?

often i looked back in my life as one, which no one really cared.

i was worth not even a dime back then.

i stood under the stars for many nights thinking what life would be after National Slavery.

i collected my keys today, to the Glass Tower.

nice pad. friend commented nice place to bring girls back home to. (riight. like it will ever happen!)

Life's a bitch. And it's never fair.

I only can constantly remind myself,

that my life is meant to be lived alone.

And the whole world hates me.

Me vs The World.

I fight for my own future, my own survival, my own food.

The Lone Wolf.

So much anger, so much hate.

I had a dream, of setting up a fund, to aid kids, who never had anyone believing in them.

People like me. People like me, that are facing One vs The World.

One day perhaps.. I'll be as rich as Alan Sugar/ D. Trump, and run my own Apprentice show..

Ha. Ha. Ha.

amusing. i amuse myself.

till some other day..

farewell.

is it that hard to say goodbye?

My 2nd year here is about to end..

i always bragged about i don't really give no shit abt the ppl here..

but i guess deep down.. I'll miss those lads.


½ of 'em i'll never see again. cos we live ½ a world away.

to be connected only on Facebook.

the now currently ex-Queen of Hearts.

Ohwell, Sayonara.

Have fun :)

so i was on FB clicking around.

realised that one of my primary school friend's getting married.

long story short. i just realised. im 24 this year.

ha.

ha.

ha.

highlight below:


on a side note.. i just realised she's getting married to a 21 yr old ? :o

life never fails to amaze me at times. : /

if anyone's looking for an saxophone instrumental version,

see Tom Scott's Love will lead you back, under Midnight Groove: The Art of Smooth Jazz album.

teen spirit.

or rather i put on my commando beret and Colonel ranked uniform and party with it!

http://forums.hardwarezone.com.sg/showthread.php?t=2383172

Goes to show how much of a joke the Singaporean girls think of as us.

Clowns.

Pictures below for teh lazys.

so much heat.

so much h8.


wtb: air con  or a fan!

http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5jOrbxugD5bvxo847b5Tt6d6FCadQ

By Presi Mandari – 16 hours ago

JAKARTA (AFP) — A teenage US-Indonesian model has returned to her family in Indonesia with tales of abuse, rape and torture at the hands of a Malaysian prince, after her dramatic escape with the help of Singapore police.

Manohara Odelia Pinot, 17, told reporters she was treated like a sex slave after her marriage to Tengku Temenggong Mohammad Fakhry, the prince of Malaysia's Kelantan state, last year.

Her mother, Daisy Fajarina, said she would press charges against the 31-year-old prince, and blamed the Malaysian and Indonesian governments for trying to cover up the alleged abuse.

"The things I've been afraid of were revealed to be true. Manohara has suffered physical abuse. She's got several razor cuts on her chest," Fajarina told AFP on Monday.

"No parent could be silent if their child was treated in such a barbaric way."

The Malaysian government had ignored her pleas for access to her daughter and had blocked her from entering the country, she said, while the Indonesian embassy had said that Manohara was fine with her new husband.

But the young woman -- a well-known socialite in Jakarta -- said her life at the royal palace involved a "daily routine" of rape, abuse, torture and occasional drug injections that made her vomit blood.

She said she was usually held under guard in her bedroom at the palace and was injected with tranquilisers whenever she complained.

"I am still traumatised by all that happened and it has left an impact on me," she told reporters in Jakarta on Sunday, after escaping the royal family during a trip to Singapore over the weekend.

"Sexual abuse and sexual harassment were like a daily routine for me, and he did that every time I did not want to have sexual intercourse," she was quoted as saying in The Jakarta Globe.

"I could never think a normal man could do such things," she said, adding: "Some parts of my body were cut by a razor."

The teenager whose fairy-tale wedding to a prince captured the imagination of Indonesia said she would be tortured if she did not appear to be happy when she attended social functions with Fakhry.

"Every time I went for events they forced me to smile and would torture me if I did not do what they said," she told the press conference.

She said she secretly called Singaporean police and pleaded for help after the royal family took her to the city state when they accompanied Fakhry's father, Sultan Ismail Petra Shah II, for medical treatment.

"The police told Fakhry that he would be held in jail if he did not let me go. No one could force me against my will in Singapore and I knew I had a chance to escape," she said.

The model once voted as being among Indonesia's "100 Precious Women" said she escaped her guards by pushing the Singapore hotel elevator's emergency button.

They were reluctant to chase her because they knew the scene would be captured on security cameras.

She blasted the Indonesian embassy in Malaysia, saying: "They made it worse by telling lies, saying that I was fine while I was suffering in Kelantan."

A spokesman for the Indonesian foreign ministry insisted the embassy had done everything it could to help Manohara and said the government would assist her if she wanted to file charges against her husband.

Malaysian Deputy Prime Minister Muhyiddin Yassin said the government would not investigate the claims.

"I think this is more of a personal matter. To date we have not been dragged into it, so we want to leave it as it is," he told reporters in Kuala Lumpur.

Malaysia's royal rulers used to enjoy immunity from criminal and civil charges but the privilege was removed in 1993.

There has been no comment from the Kelantan royal family.

Manohara's lawyer, Yuri Darmas, said she would have a medical examination to back up her allegations of abuse.

"We need one to two days to gather evidence before we file a lawsuit to the Malaysian police," he said, adding that he intended to pursue both criminal and civil lawsuits against the prince.

Manohara has already filed for divorce, her mother said.

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Well. as they say, girls just <3 bad boys.

know that you're all alone.

know that no one's gonna save your ass.

know that you only can drive/steer your life.

know that life's a bitch

know that there are people out there waiting to do you in.

know that failure is part of life, but not life entirely.

know that  there is a higher calling in life.

know that "she" is just a illusion. stop chasing shadows.

know that anger is your ally.

know that your emotions are just useless. dump them.

know that you have the power to change your bubble-world.


lastly, know that the important objective in Life, and not the shadowy pit holes.


Now step outside, take a deep breath, cos the race is just about to start.

in the end, only you matter most!

cos the rest, are just there for what you have not what you are.


note to self.

i am sin.

http://www.beautifulday.sg/

when will be my beautiful day?

probably never.

all i have is emptiness.

and the potholes left behind by them.

we just have to buckle up and move forward.

brings me real emptiness to see those videos.

surprising fact: someone's getting engaged next year. ha. and i'm still single.

like i told Fendy, this summer, it's gonna purely focused on Work and my Saxophone.

I can't be bothered chasing girls.

Everytime i try, i get burned.

How the hell i ended up like this?

With my fist clenched, and the tears rolling down my cheeks.

Someday.. Somehow..