mojo talk
recently, i've been thinking. maybe thinking too much till my brain is expanding will there is no more space for it to grow, or i'm just under stress. i dun believe in stress, like how yubin dun believe in sugar. it's like, there is always a way to re-signify stress as something else. i believe it's not something that just any student in secondary school student should venture into. self-proclaim stress? or is it real stress? how do you define the tension?
anyway, what am i talking about? haha. man, my results are like not bad. but my ftas! ARH! AVIONICS! 20/30... OH MY TIAN. it's quite badly done man. i lost 3 marks already. arhhhh.
man, i hope i can like talk to someone now. like get back into the old days, chatting on the phone. i don't have that energy man. dunno y leh. and even though i know quite a number of girls, till my friends got alittle suspicious, i dun really know them well. coz i'm pure lazy and believe that i'm ugly till it's not worth their time. haha. but still, whn i get older, i need to settle down rite? a beautiful (in my sense) wife, 2 children, hdb 5 room, proper job and a MITSUBISHI EVO! haha. must be an evo, or else i wont drive. evo evo evo! asking why evo? cos it has mojo! mojo is everything man. cars, guitars and skills. it's everything. \../,
whn you go on stage, you need mojo. no mojo, no show. on the road, you need mojo. not some crappy lambojini or exotics, but a cool cut tuner or a lux RR. if RR is not in your mind, thn a maybach. if not, no mojo. forget about bmw, benz, MG, pontianc, alfa and other exotics. they are the shit, you need mojo! mojo = tuners = luxury = semi-hollow guitars = fender. mojo is universal. it's like a pea either being glorified as a plant or eaten by men. no mojo, no talk. \../,
haha... damn sian.
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happy new year!
i guess i'm alittle late for "happy new year" part. haha.
chugs happened since i last blogged. loads of work needs to be done, loads of time need to be made up. but i'm still lazy.
i feel that there is this creature that is within me loves to not do things. not exactly slacking, but it's just that this creature in me likes to stare at the computer screen and do nothing. more of thinking of stuff like "how to make a perfect crime". i mean even littering nowadays can be tracked if the police wanna do it seriously. i mean this might sound crazy and i'm might sound like a bo liao person. but this kind of stuff really sets me thinking. haha.
ok, imagine 1 week of your holidays got sucked up by scc concert. i'm 2 days late in knowing the info about the quake in taiwan disrupting the internet and 6 optic fibres damaged. i'm so off man. and the thing is that the concert gave me more injuries. haha. i strained my shoulder coz of ben's warwick and ashraf's epiphone dot. great guitars, but darn heavy. after using sean's savannah and the dot, I WANT A SEMI HOLLOW! GRETSCH! THAT'S IT!
sch going to start again. like the next day. sigh. need more holidays man!
shanghai night BANZAI!
woot! last night was great. pretty pretty girls in qipao and even erwina in suspenders. hope she really enjoyed herself. quite surprised that alloy was there too. damn happy to see him. he's still the same kind of person i met him years back. haha.
phoebe looked super pretty today loh. her qipao is so out of the world. sexy. *purr* haha. the youth girls are also pretty today too.
dave looks different from his usual outfit. looks very handsome sia. shawn too. sam also. haha.
one bad point in that hotel is their food. not that it's inedible, but it's not up to the hotel standard for some dishes. well, wina's "GOOD STUFF" is the best they got. and the mixed vege, seems like something that is done from the leftover food that is chopped up from yesterday's raw vege buffet with a dash of soy sause, corn starch and water. it's quite bad, or rather not what is expected from a hotel kitchen.
well, if there's another dinner like this, i wonder who will i be bringing? most prob will be a girl. but who? haha. *hurhurhur*
oh well... new start...
ps, didnt have the time to post. haha.
ok, this might sound stupid to you, but it's just me lah.
last thursday, MPI paper. super easy and i'm super confident that i will be scoring like at least 80%. very very happy and thanking God. thn after that, i lost footing and fell from the stairs. WLE! damn suay.
2nd stupid thing. being a either stupid person, lazy person, or just plainly waiting for miracles, i declined going to the doctor for a checkup even thought sexy girl is going to accompany me.
but everything is well. my ankle's getting better, and i've scrubbed the toilet walls at home. so wat's left is my room's cupboard. alot of things to throw away and need to wipe it up and stuff. alot of work.
i wonder wat have i been up to.
these few days, i thought that i'm losing myself again, going back into a childlike attitude, uncool, very uncool. or it's just the surroundings. school seems to be best for me, compared to church even though most of my commitments are there. i've been thinking more and more about bringing my friends to know Christ too. i acted like a sucker telling my friends i dun need to go and see the doctor coz i'm trusting God in the healing of my ankle and i'm labelled "weird".
dear friends of edmund,
i dunno wat i wanna tell you, but if you think i'm weird, you're right. sometimes, i dunno what my lovely God wanna do to me. i'm on the verge of falling, but i still feel save. i played throughout most of my study-times for my tests, but i still feel confident. when i fall down, i was carried up. when i am proud, i am humbled. when there is confusion, i'm stilled. is this the God that i know? the God that loved me so much?
some of you will think that christians are weird, well, i find myself weird at times, accompanied by my human desires and selfishness. i'm a selfish person, even selfish to the Lord. keep everything to myself unless it's going to benefit me. i'm self-centred and yet to be changed. i dun like to be commanded, but i'm constantly reminding myself to be humble. i'm a proud man, yet to be silenced by Him.
are you disappointed meeting me? or are you blessed by me? it's up to your own decision to accept me.
:)
dunno wat day to brand
ok, i'm not sure what to brand this day as. miserable? bad? or good? to an extend, it's good. i dunno why.
3 lessons learnt today...
1. Never drink stout for breakfast.
2. Never eat franks when it's still cold.
3. Never wear worn out slippers on rainy days.
if you violate these laws, you will get...
1. a sprained ankle
2. throwing up your breakfast
good things that can happen to you
1. cabbing home
2. give the people that stay near you a treat
3. *haha... personal....*
things you need to sacrifice
1. soccer on sunday
2. money to cab
bad things that can happen to you
1. cannot walk properly
2. it hurts when you wear your pants
3. climbing stairs is like climbing everest
sigh man...
i feel so fubar man. coz school is like started at 12 and end at 3. it's like 3 school hours and then go home. short day. BUT! why the sprain?! why the vomit?! actually, the sprain kind of got me excited abit. reason is that i need to struggle to move here and there, which i think it's quite fun to do it coz i won't get to do it everyday. and instead of "bus"ing home, we cabbed. we as in vic, pikachu, regina and i.
been thinking quite a few. no one helped me up this morning when i fell. no one asked me whether i'm alrite. no one offered to help. this is quite disappointing. or rather very disappointing. i'm actually quite disgusted with them. polytechnic students, this is what we are. not helping a fellow student and just walk away. sigh.
hope tomorrow will be a better day. or rather it will be a better day. God rocks.
wth! lol...
i hope this is right. hahaha.
why?
life's been pretty ok. God is very good. very very very good. He blessed my school and stuff. i'm so glad.
anyway, it's been quite some time since i feel like this.
sian. super sian.
i'm like subconsciously thinking of her man. i told myself not to like her, but i guess sometimes it's the work of flesh, work of the devil, or maybe even work of God, as in make me go on a trial or want it to blossom.
it's a bother man. certainly a bother. it's like...
"hi, my name is ****. sorry, i can say my name coz i'm a secret agent working for ****. recently, i nearly got myself killed coz from a highly classified mission coz i fell in love with some girl"
i'm mean, that's screwed big time man.
sigh, i need to relax. i need to relax and go back to study.
