Meh..

i miss going to s-league games with ping zhao and gang. we used to meet up at 7.30pm on fridays or saturdays at tampines stadium. tickets would cost only $1, and sometimes i gained free entry because his brother has extra complimentary tickets. we would sit two tiers above the visiting team's tunnel. it would always be at that exact same spot. except at that time we tried to sneak into the VIP section. but a retard gave our position away and this burly man approached us asking for our VIP tags. we didnt have any, so he ordered us out. and yes we then sat at that exact same spot, two tiers above the visiting team's tunnel. and i remember ouh so clearly the time tampines trashed geylang 9-0. it was so memorable. i was with ping zhao, jin chaw, kay xian, faiz, kent and one other random guy. it was such a goals galore. and around last season, they got a popcorn machine in the stadium, and the best thing about it was that it was free. one time, the auntie who was in charge of the machine went away. i unofficially took her place and started filling up popcorn for the hungry supporters. and yes i also filled my bag up with popcorn. we went away before the cranky popcorn lady returned. and yes we sat down at the same spot again, two tiers above the visiting team's tunnel. but i guess times are different now.

i miss swimming with my frens. i remember the time me and yusri thon-ed the whole night at the mac near his place, when the next morning we had already planned to swim with ping zhao and effendi. and there was this guy who was lurking around our place. we were dead scared. we thought he wanted to steal our laptops or sumthing. turned out he didnt. and when i called ping zhao that morning he was like half-dead. and i stragely recorded that telephone conversation. and i laugh everytime i hear it again. and after swimming we'd go to the mosque just beside the pool. we'd buy all the greasy food and go to the stadium nearby to eat. but i guess times are different now.

i miss playing street soccer with the guys. we used to have around 15 people coming everytime we played. now it's dwindled down to about 6. which i feel is a good thing, because there will be more playing time. the last time we played was like a month ago. and i'm only guessing it. i still remember how yusri would cower when fadzli whacks the ball at him. how everyone of my passes (well, almost, haha) would be directed at effendi. how jin chaw would blalantly refuse to pass the ball to me (and he stil does). how ping zhao takes out opponents with his slides, to which the other team would go furiously mad and he would defend himself by saying, 'hey i got the ball wat'. and how shalah would sneak on people by sitting on the walls, and when a ballcarrier passes along he would scare the fuck out of him and take the ball away. how we would laugh at hafizan at his infamous 'bicycle kick' attempts. to which he defends himself by 'dulu aku score seh pakai bicycle kick seh'. (yes we all saw that but that doesnt mean you can do it everytime) hahaha. and how we would play till the lights went out. then me, fadzli and effendi would go to the 7-11. grab a drink. maybe lepak at the playground. then fadzli and i would go home via bus or walk. yea, we walked all the way from tampines to bedok. but then, i guess times are different now.

i miss the way tiara held me. i remember the time we were at her home, i was at the computer keyboard, helping her with her blog, when she wrapped both her arms around my right arm, and leaned her head against my shoulders. or the time after the pri sch reunion movie thingy, we went to yamaha, and she dragged me into her body and we kissed next to that brown pillar. or the time at serangoon interchange, we were climbing up the ramp, she pulled my hand and i turned around, and she pecked me on the lips. and the time we held hands and skipped along orchard road in the drizzle. and everytime i tried to hold her hand, she would take her's away, and complained that mine was sweaty. i remember the first time i saw her cry because of me, yet in all her sadness, she stilled looked like the most beautiful thing i've ever laid my eyes on. i remember how we greeted each other eskimo style; rubbing our noses against the other's nose. and how she pretended to sleep on my shoulders on the way to her home (i know, because no one wakes up at their exact train stop). it all happened not so long ago. but i sincerely hope times won't be different, because she's the only thing i have now

due to extreme boredom, i've decided to take up a non-guitar related hobby, PHOTOGRAPHY!! mostly taken in tampines CC, land of hot people. but the most hottest chick i ever laid my eyes on is..... yea ROCK ON!!!

0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,e,d
BUZZ!!!
*urgh*
wtf is wrong with circuit?
after swapping the places of the outputs and the ground and 5V
0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8
BUZZ!!!
*yay!!*
8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1
BUZZ!!!!
*yay it works!!!!!!!!*
just like that, project 2 is completed.
simplest troubleshooting i've done in my entire life.
nevertheless, me and wen bao were so elated we almost made out with each other..

i came home at 6pm. i tot of going to the stadium to do laps. then at 7.30pm, khairul called, 'kamal i'm so sori today i cnt make it coz i just realised that today is the first of muharram ho ho ho blah blah oink oink'. wait WHAT?!?!?! "cnt make it for what?' 'jamming lah' ARGH!!!! jamming totally slipped my mind. the jam is at 9pm. i bathed, got dressed and packed my gear in 1/2 hour flat. which was 1/4 of the time normally taken for me to prepare for a jam. i know, i'm amazing.

i've said this many times before, but i'll say it again, singapore poly's library is awesome. the cd collection is to die for. saw diana krall's 'live in paris' there. borrowed it. and i dont plan to return it anytime soon. hur hur hur.

my ds-2's output jack is loose. i need to replace it b4 3rd feb. i recall khairul saying he that he wants to sell his ds-2. maybe i'll borrow it frm him just for that day.

i took mansur's phone with the intention of playing games (who could even blame me, the class was dead boring anyway, and the only decent eyecandy around had the back of her hair facing me, so yea). then the devil in me whispered, 'eh check out his messages lah'. so i did. the first one was from a MARY, i assumed it was his girlfriend,
"i love you sayang! will always miss you. muackxx!! gd nitez and swit dreamzZz darling! *hugs baby very titely* hehehe. muackZz!"
and then another one,
"cayang tak pegi skolah nari? U jgn malas2 ok? hehe. *a milion hugs and kisses for you* i rindu awak banyak2 :-P muackzZz!"
and another one, "Slamat pagi awak!! semoga awak akan bahagia hari ini! Miss you baby. awak tengah buat ape?"

URGH!!!! i had enuff already..

so i took hamka's phone. again, the intention was to play games. but then the devil in me blah blah blah you get the picture... this time it was from a 'I Sayang You!!!' "spyhe darling, i'll see you after school at clementi at 6pm? i can't wait to see you. Muacks."
yea another one,
"i feel so lonely without you here. i wanna see you again honey. *pecks your cheek* i love you "
want somemore?
"Gd morning syphe!! i'm sori about smalam, coz i fell asleep! hehe. I'm sooo sorri! I hope you are not angry with me darling. haha. Have a great day at school. muacks!!"

URGH!!!

a part of me humours at their childish ways. yet a part of me is jealous of them. but i ask myself. do they really mean what they say in their smses? for all you know miss she-means-the-world-to-me-and-i-can't-live-without-her could be making out with your best fren while texting 'i miss you so much baby' to your pathetic phone. or maybe mister he's-got-such-a-sweet-smile could be having a steamy phone conversation with his ex that he told you had broken up with long ago but somehow the feelings came again, all the while texting, 'you're my one and only baby girl. love you honey' to YOU.

so from now on i shall not respond to any smses. you wanna talk? call me

hur hur hur.. just purchased the small clone chorus yesterday.. hur hur hur.. the board's only short of an equaliser. still undecided between the danelectro fish & chips or a behringer eq.



siol tunggu tiara reply mcm ngah tunggu langit jatoh.. -_-'

he raises his voice.
he is angry.
she tries to keep his temper in check.
she pursuades him to calm down.
he feels neglected.
his advices were not heeded by her.
she apologises.
he raises his emotions again.
she couldnt bottle it any longer.
she screams her lungs out.
he brings in another topic; his unemployment
he feels useless
his pride as a man, as a breadwinner, is torn apart
she slams the pot into the ceramic tile
she screams
he tells her that she is going to leave him
he knows it in his heart
she tells him that she is not afraid to do so.

all the while, their children are in their rooms, one busy prepping herself and the other recording the couple's fued on his blog. awesome life i'm leading =)

1. run a quarter marathon
2. perform at the esplanade outdoor theatre
3. run a half marathon
4. date a chinese girl
5. run a marathon (tiara said she was gonna do this with me)

ok that's all i could think of right now..

time: 1517 hours
date: 03/01/07
location: long john silvers @ bedok

Act 1
3 minahs in their tables, eating and laughing, laughing and eating. 7 mats step into the restaurant. they make alot of noise. they cram into one tiny round table. one of them orders a drink. they make alot of noise. one of them spots one the minahs and is smitten by her beauty. he tells his friends. they leave.

Act 2

they keromon outside the restaurant. one of the mats' wants one the minah's number. they ask the person circled in red to ask for the minah's number. unknown to the audience, the person circled in red is actually a girl. but she looks like a guy. she shuffles into the restaurant and goes to the minah's table. she asks for the minah's number, but the minah told her that she wants the guy to personally ask her for himself. she went out defeated.

Act 3
the girl went outside and told the guy about it. all of them were amused. they teased him for being a coward. he got depressed and was contemplating suicide. but then he remembered his lovely piyo piyo bicycle that he modified himself with all his hard earned money from working as a cargo guy in the airport.

Act 4
after 723 days outside the restaurant, the mat finally mustered enough courage to ask for the minah's. he left the place and celebrated with the fellow mats from his mathood. END