It's amazing how the world works. While the rich gets richer, the poor is getting helped while I'm making ends meet. While I'm typing this to make my brain think of something to write about my own personal life stories that may happened a few days back or a while ago, I'm still thinking about how driving drives me crazy. Yes, I want to live in the fast lane and yes I want to get myself a car in the near distant future but buying a car is a symbol of a whole lot of things that people may took in a bad and good way. Well, of course, yes, its a sign of wealth and a sign of you doing well but it may also a symbol of greed and selfishness wanting to own a car. Yes, there are people out there, the haters hating us doing good who might just happen to be your own close friends or relatives. And I don't want that to happen you know what I mean. I don't want consumerism to affect any relationship that I have with the people I know. You may find this rubbish, but I'm the shit.
Look at these cakes. Cake is a symbol. Since we're talking about symbol, I might as well speak something about symbol of a cake. A cake is usually bought during special occasion for example, the most common one would be birthdays, weddings, during festive seasons like Hari Raya and Chinese New Year. Why is it so stereo typically a cake must be present in those events. What can't a cake be present on a wake, or during child birth, during the making of that child or even some stupid event you celebrate your divorce anniversary. You see, a symbol of a cake is too much associated with joyous moments that we lost the main purpose of a cake, which is to get fat and eat more cake and then feel happy. Oh wait, what am I typing, me, talking about symbolism? well, that just ain't me. I'm just putting it out there for y'all to read. And yeah to 2LT Andric, if you're reading this, buy us some cakes!
Why are there more white keys than black keys on a piano? Because whites is talented while the black is bitter, just like coffee, I mean coffin.
There's a conspiracy that states that piracy is actually a form of privacy and it might sounds racy but I think I'm sexy in my own damn way and I don't mean no disrespect to the inspector for inspecting my body, armour is too strong for you to touch and feel my balls.
Let's end this post with one of my favourite motion of life, eh lepak ah, tak payah buat kerje keras, pakai otak je cukup.
Day One of Hari Raya. Nothing feels great other than celebrating your own race's holiday. The month of Syawal is a month of forgiveness and second chances but I don't take second chance with 2nd Chance. I've been drinking less of gassy drink but instead requesting plain water to be serve. Like a bossy I'm not but I'm just practicing what I'm preaching, to stay away from sweet drinks and lead a healthy lifestyle. How ironic when I'm too sweet. I should hydrate myself more.
She's always late.
Stop hating and be great.
Can never go wrong with black.
Another ramadhan had passed and I'm still making mistake in writing my blog posts. Grammatical error and wrong spellings shouldn't even be committed. On another note, so much happenings this ramadhan that make me realise how important a life is. Speaking to someone the day before and the day after, he's no more in this world is such a sad thing that I have to experienced. I guess that's the wonder of death, no one knows when will we be gone out of this world. Reflecting on my favourite position in bed while typing this on my laptop, I am starting to experience pain. What a wisdom.
Welcome to Geylang. A land of colours, food, smoke, and malays during Ramadhan. Once a year, always so near.
The day 10th August 2012 falls on a friday. Approximately around 7.16pm, I had my first cup of Bandung at Carousel, accompanied by the love of my life. We were there to celebrate the celebration of a constitution in a tight situation. It wasn't a tight predicament like how I expressed it but it was pretty much a dinner filled with love in the air and a hint of fishy smell. I wasn't complaning though, maybe because I have a flu and my nose is blocked about 57 percent.
A big happy birthday to my one and only beloved. Age is just a number, so here's my number, and call me maybe.
As years goes by, we grow up to be a better person, faced by procrastination situation taking steps to get over it as soon as the clock ticks midnight. We will fight for the right to party. party all day and all night till we win the government and till our voices heard and changes happen in our local store.
Just the other night, something cliche hit me. Money is the most important thing in the world, but at the same time, it's not the most important thing in the world. Well, when she was just a little girl, she expected the world. Here's one thing money can buy, a maid. Here's something money can't buy, the freedom of rights of a man.
I don't smile, I'm opening up my mouth to show my teeth to the world.
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