Chance Encounter

Imagination is both a fragile and dangerous thing.

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 05:17:32 +0800

Imagination is both a fragile and dangerous thing.

Borrowed Time

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 18:19:00 +0800

There are quite a few things that have come up and took the world by storm, or rather their money in 2012. Such things include the iPhone 5, Assassin’s Creed 3 and the other numerous technical and/or nerdy gadget-y stuff that made buying food irrelevant. There is however one thing that ain’t so gadget-y in the past year, especially in the past few months, that I wish I could’ve bought instead of all those other stuff that I bought. It’s quite simple really and all of us would have benefited greatly from it… if it was it for sale.

As simple as it may seem,it’s literally time. Imagine if we could buy time, imagine what the world could be like if we could just buy our time every single moment in every day. Who cares if it costs a lot! People will buy it and even it’s rates go higher and higher and higher and higher, people will crave for it just so that they can do whatever the hell they want in life and never waste a second, never grow old or never mess up.

But you know what? That’s why time is never for sale.

Time has the power to bend us all. Time makes us think about future and not just live for the moment. Time is what gives us fear, courage, passion and reason at different times. These are only the few reasons why time is made to never be taken back. For if time was to be bought, people would never think and be realistic. They will forever be sold to the idea that ”there’s time left” but that’s not it. There isn’t much time. And time moves in as much as we move and we can never stop it. Borrowed time is unto us and we aren’t unto him.

So this 2013, let’s make the most of what we have. Let’s live our lives to the fullest and never waste our time. Time is always of the essence! And with this, I bid my farewell and wish you the happiest of years. Cheers ~ :)

PS: I hope to post more! Sorry for not being able to post in the last couple of months, was playing League of Legends and trying to be pro… but to no avail.

And you better believe that.

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 10:10:32 +0800

And you better believe that.

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Mon, 01 Oct 2012 08:55:22 +0800

Please have a moment to pray for our poor friendzoned brother.

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 18:40:15 +0800

Please have a moment to pray for our poor friendzoned brother.

Enigma of Battle

Sat, 22 Sep 2012 07:28:00 +0800

War. War never changes. It lingers in it’s own like a thief in the night seemingly waiting for the right moment to strike. It invokes a reign of terror amongst mankind, a reign of terror so devastating that it leaves women weeping and man wondering what must have caused such insolence. War is a pain, we know that, or rather, everyone knows that. Man had succeeded in destroying the world, no doubt – but war, war never changes. It never does. For since the dawn of time, when our fellow ancestors first attributed blood lust to their systems, the cycle of life has practically been jeopardized and taken for granted and this first attributed blood lust paved the way for other blood lusts to come. This blood lust never seems to stop and when one thinks about it, one can wage war in the name of everything. Religion? Read the news and realize that religions everywhere seemingly just throw peoples’ lives away just like that. Territorial Borders? People die just by overstepping boundaries even if they don’t mean it. War is everywhere, just look around, you shall see the harsh realities of the arms race.

You know what’s worse though? No one dares stop this system. The world is plunged to an abyss of uninhibited acts of mass destruction, desolation and bereavement, but no, this cycle won’t be the end of the world. It will be the end of mankind. This blood stained DNA of ours will consume us and be the pill that shall corrupt our veins. Remember, when war reigns, there is no buffer zone, there is no safe zone and there is never a place that one can call home. Every apocalypse will simply be a prologue to another day in the world but y’know what? We don’t need another piece of history that one dies because of selfish reasons because of some religion or international dispute. People should just immediately drop their weapons, and the people themselves must accept the mistakes in their actions and lower their prides! For when this happens, war will change and probably be lost forever. This preconceived yet never established fact has always been there, but as I’ve said, never pushed at the right moment and at the right time therefore leading the world to an enigma of endless and restless battle.

One does not simply stop blood lust, I know of it, but when the world finally bears down its arms and picks up one another hands and make peace, then maybe we could finally hope to stop this enigma we have always conceived. We’ll change the original belief of a world that is built on hatred and violence and change it to a world of realistic competition and fraternity. The world is going to have a hard time in all this but when the Good Guy Gregs and the Scumbag Steves unite, it’ll be a little bit easier for all of us. Besides, the human race deserves a rest from all these wars and the Earth needs its saviours. Change starts now.

You get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake it off...

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 21:43:00 +0800

You get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake it off then you stand.

please answer honestly... are you self-centered?

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 21:24:51 +0800

I want myself to achieve happiness. However, my happiness comes from spreading happiness and awesomeness to those I care about. You decide if I’m self-centered or not ~ ;)

Never say die.

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 11:57:58 +0800

Never say die.

Starry Czarry Night

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 23:39:00 +0800

Once there was a girl,

that sort of hated the whole world.

She whined and whined yet was kind inside.

It was weird though, for I knew her a while,

Yet destiny makes a joke and says it isn’t time.

It was magic when we got closer,

For now I’ve found a person I could always look up to.

She’s both fun and undone at the same time,

A work in progress yet complete at the same time.

Her anger is incomparable and so is her smile,

Tengenemursh she says and I laugh out loud.

Never shall I find a friend as she,

One who shouts yet gives a plea!

I love her to death in ways unimaginable to man,

As a friend, as a mother, heck even as my saviour!

Indeed she’s a star; perhaps, even more…

And it’s her birthday today so you should greet her too!

PS: And I mean it, greet her! Send me an ask or something and I’ll print screen it! :) Anyway, Czarry’s an awesome friend of mine and I just wanted to greet her and since I’m not really good with greetings and I’m out of time, I made a poem! xD

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Sun, 09 Sep 2012 23:03:10 +0800

Kiss Me Slowly - Parachute (The Way It Was)

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 17:34:00 +0800

Kiss Me Slowly - Parachute (The Way It Was)

Anxiety, Lately

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 08:27:00 +0800

Recently, or rather lately as the title states, I have experienced this somewhat ludicrous feeling that I’m dying or about to die, at least. Yes, I may have been overreacting to that sickness I had and yes, I’m also stressfully stressed but why on Earth will I feel that way? And of all the times, why now?

In a weird way, even I don’t even know the answer myself.

I mean, in the past years, I have experienced way more hardships than I experienced in these past couple of months but it seems as though these past couple of months have led me to think about the future and what it holds for me. For the first time in my life, I’ve gone from a guy who’s saved from extinction to a guy that is seemingly in the stocks, begging for mercy and just wishing for the restless torment to stop. I know that we got nothing to fear but fear itself but… I’m scared.

I’m scared of what my grades will be this semester after a disastrous four or five month stint in class. I’m scared of what lies in store in my lovelife, if there’s any (Lord, promise me you’ll give me babies, pwetty please). I’m scared of all the hate, the criticisms, the imperfections and all there is in-between those two and I’m finding it very difficult to stand up.

But listen, you can’t keep on sitting down and looking at those successful people. The pursuit of happiness doesn’t start a month from now, tomorrow or even later. It starts at this very moment. And though, albeit most of us are scared and most of us can’t stand standing up yet falling down a few minutes later due to criticism, remember that nothing came to those who didn’t try. For worrying will only get us so far. Worrying will just lead us to our own downfall. Worrying is worthless.

So if you feel anxiety now, pull-back a bit and relax. Drink a cup of coffee or something. Clear your mind. Go out with your friends or better yet just go out. Start hoping again. That’s what I did. And I’m slowly and surely regaining my form again.

I guess we all shouldn’t be scared, I mean, this is life. We must be responsible for our actions and we just gotta live with every moment we’ve got and be confident that there’s a world out there that’s destined for us. Hope my friends, believe.

Cheers ~

PS: Happy 300th post to me! The next celebratory post will be on my 500th post so it’ll take a while. Anyway, as promised, you’ll be getting posts with .gifs soon! Stick and stay for that. Taglish posts and a new theme shall also be in order! Yipee!

Cara Unleashed!

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 09:13:00 +0800

July 21, 2012 - a night where I was supposed to enjoy a night of not-so-drunk (or partially drunk, partially sober or whatever they call it) partying, I actually did enjoy it though I must tell, it wasn’t really enjoying at first.

To tell you the truth, I am (and I will never be, with epic conviction) not a fan of people who drink. I can learn to accept who do drink but I will forever ponder on the fact on why they do drink. I mean, yeah,they’ll call it social drinking, party drinking and ‘OMFG-lez-drink’ or some other fancy title but I will always refer to it as simply drinkin’ booze ‘cause I simply don’t get the idea of drinking something that will actually make you tipsy and, when taken in gratuitous amounts, will make you highly susceptible to falling in the ground and being, let’s say, a floor rug. Some say (and by that I mean, most guys I talk to) that they drink for temporary dementia and yes, I needed a psychological term for that to prove a point; but yes, I do understand that they want to forget something but dude, wake up, you gotta learn to accept stuff. Drinking at one night then remembering the next day, with a severe hangover, won’t get you anywhere. Booze won’t move you on, so man up and start acceptin’!

Anyway, ‘nuff of the ranting and more on the events! After the party,(yes I won’t go into the actual details of a party ‘cause débuts are boring to be honest) which actually ended pretty early for a début at 11:00PM, here comes the “I’m going to kill you all” part sponsored by yours truly.

If you didn’t start reading here, I’m sort of going to tell you something obvious as seen in the picture above. My friends were not-so in the right mindset. They were drunk. And no, they weren’t just 2 or 3 guys who quietly got into our service van and slept soundly on the road-trip. They were not 3, 4 or 5 extremely out-of-this-world enigmas wrecking your brains, moving around and shouting all over the place, but 9 1/2 individuals (one was kind of talking like he’s sober but he’s tipsy too)! Not to mention (and sorry for the term) they’re puking all over the place and they were walking zombies when we’ve reached the overnight place. I must really give kudos to those slept early and wasn’t a pain in the butt like one of my friends (link’s his Tumblr, he’s awesome) but yeah, I still really despise ‘em a bit for drinkin’.

But y’know what? I can’t hate ‘em for that. I can’t hate ‘em for drinking though it’s against my way of living. I just can’t ‘cause they’re my friends. I must accept ‘em and care for ‘em and I can’t be angry at them forever because of one night that they seriously unleashed everything both literally and not-so literally. They’re my friends and as they’ve been with me all along my challenges (and clumsiness) at the past, I will be there for ‘em in they’re challenges too and when they’re, y’know, drunk. And oh yeah, before I forget…

Happy 18th Cara! Cheers ~

Perceived Injustice ~ Remember, there are always two sides to a...

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 07:56:00 +0800

Perceived Injustice ~

Remember, there are always two sides to a story. You can’t just always understand yours, it just doesn’t work that way. Understand both sides and meet halfway; conflict resolved!

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 21:31:35 +0800

Canada or Australia! I seriously want to see ‘em mounties in Canada and them Koalas (and Kangaroos) in Australia! :)

Seriously, shut up.

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 19:45:00 +0800

Seriously, shut up.

Probably the bro-truth law right here.

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 05:46:29 +0800

Probably the bro-truth law right here.

All The Pretty Girls - Fun. (Aim And Ignite)

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 10:21:00 +0800

All The Pretty Girls - Fun. (Aim And Ignite)

Avant-Garde

Fri, 06 Jul 2012 00:54:00 +0800

I have always been fond of ranting. I have not been fond, however, of ranting at my own teacher.

Don’t get me wrong, she literally accepted everything I say and I mean everything. I applaud her open mindedness, her poise to give her comments despite my ever-active mouth running against her profession (and the profession of the professor I’m ranting about) and her ability to calm me down and actually inspire me to stand up and actually make something happen and not just sit there. Most importantly though, she lit up the passion that lay inside of me in a way that wasn’t really expected, which probably is the reason I ended up really saying what I needed to say in my Theories of Personality subject.

Personality, per say, is a good subject. It teaches about the different approaches on how one psychologist can define a person’s various personalities. It’s supposed to be an awesome yet quite nerdy experience but in my book, it turns out to be a struggle of egos, a time when minds collide and a time to step-up which brings me to the term avant-garde.

Avant-garde is a French word which is literally translated at advanced guard but why’d I have to borrow some random French word to prove my point? Simple. French makes what I did rather appealing, rather than words like retaliate, desolate, counter-attack which are all but evil when seen from an outside perspective. More importantly though, avant-garde is a word which also translates to vanguard which, as you all know if you’ve been an avid reader of my blog, is one word that has always been implied but never stated. Why you ask? Yet again, I answer that it is simple.

If you’ve ever read the word vanguard in the dictionary, it simply means defending something. Remember when I said that my Personality class is a struggle of egos? That’s where defending something comes to play. I want to defend my friends from the ego of my professor and y’know what I did? I stood up for my friends though perhaps I did not defend them but I merely proved a point that I am more than willing to risk myself for them to freely say their opinion in a class that is supposed to be a world of questions, not a war of wits.

I fight for democracy but most of all, I fight for my friends. No one can hurt them or look down on them while I’m here, ever.

PS: Much more not so serious posts coming soon! Remember, 300th post marks a .gifs and more interactive stuff so stick and stay for that. Cheers ~