Jingle Bell Rock

Christmas is here,
it's time to cheer,
and eat and smile.

but soon the year,
will come to an end,
And that's when some of us may scowl
For another year has come to be,
Older by a year, for you and me

So enjoy this season while it lasts,
because in 24 hours,it'd have passed


I Know I'm on a hiatus, But a poem should be made of christmas, plus its the first christmas since my blog came up, so might as well just post something and reply the tags

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!
(This is what Christmas is right? His birthday?)
And Merry Christmas!

Thanks for the tags:

Rev: Have funn in india!

Daniel: Yes.Frenemy. It's like a friendly enemly, or an enemy of a friend

Stranger: HELLO! long time no hear.hahaha..My old soul is getting older.haha. Have a Merry Christmas Too!!:)

Tabas Quackers: You must be really quackers to be a nickname like that. haha

Tripta: Helllo! are you back in singapore? Merry Christmas:)

Shout Out

Apologies about the hiatus.
Just too many fun things, too lil holidays.
Be Right Back.

Fringle Wiggle Boom

"Why, in God’s name, should you be sorry? For being assertive? For knowing what you deserve? F*ck that noise. You’ve accomplished things that others haven’t. You’ve used your resources to make considerable progress. When you’re actually bad, then you can make amends, but don’t apologize for the things you should be proud of. Trust me, you’re not sorry; you’re a badass."
(http://playnice.tumblr.com/post/43349614/youre-not-sorry)

The vulgarity in the quote above was required to make the desired impact, so if you're below 18, replace the f*ck, with screw.Thats nicer.then again, who ever bothered. AAAAANYWAY, I'm almost 2 decades old. Today i remembered again. I got 2 things I've been thinking about that begin with S. Shoes And Stupidity.

Shoes.
This thing called shoes. Normally, it makes sense. But in such a weather. in a weather where it rains on a whim, and burns on every other non whimsical day, you just need a good pair of slippers and you're pretty much set for life. I mean, where is the point in socks, shoes and laced unless you're trying to slim your feet down with a feet suana. Ok, maybe for women this point be redundant.But still. I dont see a use for my shoes anymore. unless I'm skating. Not that i think i need shoes, but the sandpaper on my board insists that shoes are required.

Stupidity.
Now.I got some beef with the latest cleo magazine. Or some women mag. its an orange cover with kate hudson on the front.Not that theres anything wrong with her. She's fine with a capital F. But one of those things they put to entice you to pick up the issue goes "Sex on the first date" Which is a real big WHUT. Now, I'm no advocate of the puritan lifestyles of the 1800's or whatnot, but that just screams "We're Sleazy, We Know It, and We're proud of it".now good for you if so, but what about those kids.Those kids you often complain about in the media about having underage sex and all that. When they read that what do they think? Morons.

A Rather Useful Titbit.
Here’s my theory: Having a “frenemy” is actually not a problem. Having a fremeny is the civilized and polite choice. Having a frenemy is not the exclusive domain of women. When a human being is upset by another human being but doesn’t want to upset the delicate balance of his or her immediate community and therefore smiles through the seething hate instead of clawing the offender’s jugular out, that is advanced sociopsychological behavior. Wars can be avoided by learning the refined skill of diplomacy. Why waste time and effort in confrontation and conflict over a so-called friend stealing champagne from your house when you can just vow not to speak to her for three months and then have dinner with her in six months? My answer to the question “Why do women act this way?” is: Because we’re evolved.

I don’t think having “fenemies” makes anyone “evolved.” It’s a totally dysfunctional way to handle relationships and interactions with other people. Why not just be friends with people you like and respect exclusively? I mean, you don’t have to be an asshole to everyone else, but you don’t have to be friends with them either. People who are competitive, passive-aggressive, manipulative, etc. are exhausting, why would you want to be friends with them anyway? (via Unicornology)
I Agree with the second opinion.

Forever Young.

Random Picture Post

So yesterday everyone finally met up for Ah soh's birthday. And it felt like the good ole days.then today was soccer with Danny. Wah.Its like nostalgia week.LOL. Anyway, random pictures to give the holiday a kick start! Woo

Flip it snippet

projects.team.partnership.company.colleagues.aquaintances.accomplices.marriage.relationships.tag-team.cohort.party.carpool.society.co-op.charity.birthdays.phonecalls.msn.skype.public realtions.radio.entertainment.tabletennis.soccer.badminton.schizos.procreating.arguing.sharing.

All the above activities involves either 2 or more people.
And there are many many many more.

Skateboarding.
Only one person required.

.Pls Let School End.

Today, There Be Ramble Galore.

"I was thinking of people who say that happiness is impossible on earth. Look how hard they all try to find some joy in life. Look how they struggle for it. Why should any living creature exist in pain? By what conceivable right can anyone demand that a human being exist for anything but his own joy? Every one of them wants it. Every part of him wants it. But they never find it. I wonder why. They whine and say they don’t understand the meaning of life. There’s a particular kind of people that I despise. Those who seek some soft of a higher purpose or ‘universal goal,’ who don’t know what to live for, who moan that they must ‘find themselves.’ You hear it all around us. That seems to be the official bromide of our century. Every book you open. Every drooling self-confession. It seems to be the noble thing to confess. I’d think it would be the most shameful one. "— The Fountainhead (via unicornology)(via pinkhotel)


One of the downsides(I find) in skateboarding is the constant need to change the griptape.Cause that means dismantling the whole thing, and re fixing it. which is extremely bothersome. And it means my fingers smell of rust for quite awhile.Yuck.

And school gives no reprieve. One week we hand up most of the assignments.Next week more are due. Do I look.LIKE.I.DO.NOT.HAVE.A.LIFE? weep. Woe be me. And plus christmas is soon, but I'm as broke as a shipwrecked sailor. Crud.

I did however, take the g-max thingamajig at clarke quay yesterday. And Danny with me. and the lady in the middle seat wouldn't shut up. It shot up so fast I was halfway up before I realized I was going up. 30 bucks for 30 secs. Then you wonder why I'm broke.

And did you know, or so this book I found in my book pile which was titled All about women, that women are thinking all the time? how very interesting. No wonder you lot are all so highly strung. You weren't enabled with a flush function.

Happy Birthday, You Big Bald Old Man.

Toni Braxton Ages Like A Deamon.

" The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool. "
— Almost Famous(via unicornology) (via pinkhotel)

It has been the most irritable week.Dont ask me why.But it has been.Like that sorta "I need something to throw at someone" sorta week. I need a aspirin, coffee, and a lot of beef.

Thanks For The Tags:

Glenn: Like me? heh
Tpt: You also.
Rev: 3 weeks to christmas
Tab: Like got 4 others at least.haha.

Allow me to gawk.
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
whoever said she was fat oughta be shot.

Cow.

" This is what I have to avoid, I must not put in strangeness where there is none. I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything. You continually force the truth because you’re always looking for something."— Jean Paul Sartre (via unicornology) (via endosymbiotic)


I'm too so lazy.So I shan't blog today. December is like birthday month.Snore.and christmas.Double snore.Bye bye whatever money I have left.

Pastor Lector finally took action against the horde of Evil Disco Balls.

Holi Holi Days.

"I don’t want to have to do this living. I just walk around. I want to be swept off my feet, you know? I want my children to have magical powers. I am prepared for amazing things to happen. I can handle it." — Me, You and Everyone You Know ( Via unicornology )

So.I've spent the whole day with tea, my laptop and alot of rain outside. And I think I got stuff done.i think. Then again, I'm always thinking.its like this state of comfortability(if there is such a word.) comfortable in the state of thinking.ANYWAY, I think(see? Think) that I see how poetry and life are related.Wanna hear it? wait. I dont care.I'm still telling.haha.

Poetry is like life. There are good poems, and bad peoms. Sometimes a poem doesnt rhyme, sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesnt make sense, sometimes it rings clear like crystal.But no matter how matted or wrung or wrong sounding the poem may sound, you know the poet had it planned, that when it doesnt sound right, its cause the point had to be made, but there was no other way. When it sounds good, well. I dont see the problem. And then there are those, who try to hard with a poem, like inserting big words like "Pondered" instead of "thought". "Magnanimous" instead of "generous". These are the people who will not be happy when their poems in the end, when it be published, cause they tried to hard, and didnt just enjoy the process of making it.

ok.Did you get that? yes? yes?

And when sem started, all i could look forward to was the weekends.Now with holidays looming 2 weeks away, its like those mad dash, those"Screw it all, head for the exit" sort of dashes.