On what grinds my gears.

I've always wanted to do this post. After watching that video and reading "Roy's" blog. But I guess I wouldn't after all. Fear "Roy" might think I'm out to rip him off, what's next? My version of Matrix? It's really funny how I met Roy, that's not even his real name. He's "almost" like my Tyler Durden. "Almost" psyched me up to get a tatoo, "almost" got a ear hole, "almost" picked up smoking, "almost" got be addicted to drinking. "almost" made me the ultimate bad-boy. What you gonna do when we come for you?

Everyone needs a lil' Roy in you. Don't you think? He's not bad influence, but he challenges you. Challenges you to do the unexpected, to throw a screwball, to sneak food into cinemas, to eat with a knife on your left. To stand up for what is wrong, or right for that matter. To love what you hate, to be what you hate. I am grateful for Roy, he's been there for some of my "firsts", thankfully not all. Hope this doesn't sound too gay.

To love what you hate, to be what you hate. Doesn't that sound like a rebellious teenager? That phrase would make as much sense to you as Force 188. Nothing. But hear me out.

Not too long ago, Roy and me became good friends. He told me stuff, I told him stuff. There's thing he told me about this other guy, who's being a real jerk to this other girl. And Roy freakin' hates him. And we're all talking, discussing how we should torture people like that. Then Roy became someone he hated. Then I remember how Roy would disapprove of his buddy's smoking habits. Suddenly he's smoking, literally.
Now I personally hate smoking too. I detest smokers. But now I'm hanging around them, breathing in second hand smoke. Does that count? I hate being told what to do, especially by my parents. But when I work, I tell people what to do the entire time. I use to hate cursing, cusses, my relationship ended because she cussed too much. Now I curse all the time! Not in front of family though, but around my friends, I think I do it a little too much.

Am I becoming something I hate? Becoming hypocritical? I hate how my parents talk to their parents, and recently I argued back at them. I hate how my parents talk to us. Now, would I become something like them in the future? All these mambo jumbo is not coincidence I don't think.

So if this is true. If you'll love what you hate, and be what what you hate, shouldn't you hate the "right" things? So eventually you'll just fall in love with it?

Honestly, what I just wrote is all bulls**t. I don't understood what I just wrote. Cos I know, about a year down the road when i read back all my archive posts, I would just laugh at myself for being such a rebellious prick. Its like I can see the future.

After 10 years

The little boy stands at the edge of the pool. His right trailing leg is shaking with full of anxiety. He looks up and see the lovely little girl in the middle of the pool. She is playing with her other girl friends, maybe she's been noticing him, maybe not.

"Do it, Do it" the chants around the boy gets louder. It resounds and reverberates through the walls of his ears. Suddenly the world caves in. He looks around. He sees his friends behind him cheering him on. Some had the intent in their eyes to just push him into the water. He looks over into the pool, is she looking this way, he asks himself.

He rocked back and forth. Left foot, right foot. He swings his arms back, as far as he could. And catapult himself high into the air. The skinny, tiny frame of his goes airborne.

Just before his eminent entry into the water. He had to do it. Maybe it was a truth-or-dare game. Maybe it was real. Maybe he's just so spontaneous. Or maybe he's just stupid. But he had to do it. As he is flying through the chlorine filled air, he reached the peak of his jump, and yelled "I love you, mblupblurppp" The little boy drank a mouthful of chlorine juice.

He stood up, coughing trying to gain his composure and breath. He hears laughter, giggles. Little boy looks behind and his guy friends are all laughing hysterically. Something Johnny Knoxville would do if he saw Bam got squashed in the nuts. YEs, he has finally did it. Little boy thrusts his pokky-thin arms in the air with fist clenched in victory. He joins them with a little chuckle.
He notices the soft giggling just ahead of him. It was the girls. Immediately little boy kept his arms and dived underwater. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Embarrassed, he wanted to stay under for the rest of the day.

What have I done says the little boy. Now she's never talking to me. What if her parents found out? and her dad comes looking for me?

He stayed under for what seemed forever. After ten years, the not-so-little boy can look back and laugh at what he's done. What's even better, after ten years, THEY laughed together.

Love?¿

But don't you worry. I will stand up against the bullets like Neo, and bite them all with my teeth. We of this creed have created an immunity against live rounds, blanks, empty catridges, rejections or any other form of pyrotechnics.

Love is not possesion. Like is a verb.
I can't tell one from the other. Does love make you do crazy stuff? Make you go halfway across the island just to catch a glimpse of you? Make you stay up at 2 in the morning Google-ing your name just to see what comes up? Make you reach in deep into your pocket when you feel your phone vibrating but actually its just your jeans, hoping it was you who called?

So when you say "I love you" or "I like you", whats the diff?
Is one higher than the other? or deeper? Who puts these words in context/ relativity? This "love" is it the same as what a parent has for a child or when you see chocolate and you say "I'd love to try that some day".

If I were a player, this would be my motto. " Spend 24hours with me and I'll make you fall in love with me."

Can someone please tell me "what's love..*Tina Turner voice*"

Happy Birthday Michelle

Happy Birthday Michelle.

Anyways, it was fun, I knew what I was going into. I knew her birthday was coming along. I had to do something, instead of waiting for things to happen, I might as well do it. We met at Esplanade and ate outdoors. Hella fun, no thanks to the haze. We ordered so much food. Then we walked along the riverwalk. A small group of us just sat and prepared the lanterns and the cake, we were behind the "main" group ahead. Then I called my brother telling him one of our friends left his handphone at the food centre so we asked them to back-track. While they came back, we shouted for them and sang birthday song to her. Aww how sweet.
Spent the whole night playing with lanterns and sparklers. Police came and stood around us. I have no idea why, but soon we were oblivion to their presence. They were probably there to slap us with a $1000 fine if we left any of those used sticks around.

Yeah its all fun. What would you do for an answer? My answer?
Keep your helmet on, we'll be heading into the warzone, where gossips and slanders flying, whizzin pass you.

Photos

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Party..

Ken, Kun, Michelle and Shen playing with sparklers and lanterns.
(Look at Michelle's "priceless" face as her's goes out)
Michelle and Shen outside Anderson's Ice-cream