every now and then i read some random blogs from some random people, there will always be "I LOVE XXX DEEP DEEP" or "hazel and xx" with love signs and hugs and whats not.and then a few months later.... its changes to "i love YYY DEEP DEEP" or "hazel and yy" with love signs and hugs and whats not.

seriously people, get a fucking life. don't blog about your freaking boyfriends or girlfriends when you are not even sure u are gonna be with that person for good. have i ever blogged about my gfs? no way. not that i keep changing gfs. but i just ain't that sure that the person is gonna be my gf for life. can u believe the embarrassment when my current gf sees my blog, only to see how fucked up in love i was with another girl? my gawd my balls will just drop and i will find all means and ways to hide the blog, or myself from getting a royal smackdown.

yes u can go on and on about how emo u are or were or what the fuck not. carry on man. no one really gives a shit. i was really emo at one point in time and the only solace i get is from typing shit entries like this. u noe that even when u tink no one is reading ur lame ass 'xoxos' to ur variable x or y, SOMEONE IS READING IT!!! for example me! i read random blogs cause i have nothing better to do..and guess what?.. i realise variable x has been changed to variable y...hmm...in a matter of months u begin xoxo-ing another guy...how sweet. how romantic to post it on the world wide web as a exclamation to your change of liking in a few months. post up some pictures. it adds more evidence and prove about how much more u 'love' this guy than the previous one..

seriously, dumb people piss the shit out of me...

as i sip the whiskey in my bangkok balcony on this lazy friday afternoon. i can't help but be philosophical on certain issues that doesn't bug me on a daily basis. the scenery of  unfinished mrt lines and buildings, the tar that is burning on my fingers. damn life cannot be any better doesn't it.

and as i speak to the many girls in my life. one that holds a special memory in my heart even though its a short and interesting one. i look back and reflect on relationships being like a book. reading a book is like a journey that we are unsure of. as u flip the pages u yearn to know what how the story unfolds. and every page is an adventure, the good and the bad. the boring pages that u skim through. and sometimes u just need a really beautiful bookmark to pause and return to your daily life or more apporiately for me, my laptop. haha.

for me right now the bookmark is just a vomit back i got from the plane. so tell me, does that actually has any significance whatsoever? am i forcing a distraction in my life or am i just too bored of commitment to the book? bah...i'm rambling...

now back to the real conversation. has any of you actually re-read a book? a book u really love. to me re-reading books are like going back to an ex-girlfriend. its not like re-watching a movie. re-reading a book brings new experience. its a whole different feeling, but familiar nonetheless. the feelings rekindled, the yearning and anxiety for each page is different too. and you miss out details that never actually occured to you as being important. however, it will too come to an end..

perhaps the only book that you can really read over and over again is the BIBLE. well, perhaps this shows why i can never commit to being a christian/catholic. may the day come that i can find my bible, where it will always be the book i fall back to, and the bookmark comes with the bible, that i will always fall back on.

GOODNIGHT

Guys, gals this has to stop
Over are the days that backstreet boys rock
Obsessed with nothing but these lame tease
Devil locked our hearts, i am not pleased

Nothing is gonna break us apart
In the day or in the dark
Goodnight, farewell as i head for bed
Hope, love
Together we'll make



I AM GONNA KILL MYSELF
I have studied so much

A tad too much for tax and such
Many things have been said and done

Gone are the days when mugging was fun
Over the hills and far far away
No more teletubbies come to play
Never have i been so jaded
Amidst the smile i am all fadded

Killing myself seems like the only option
I am left with nothing but a question
Living a life without an aim
Listen on now, isn't life and death the same?

My friends its time for me to say goodbye
Yours truly, i'm going to die
Suffocating, drowning, with the tears that i cry
Endured enough i have to try
Listening to adam song on windows media player
Face in the water, the end is near

Written by,
yours truly

life hasn't been that wonderful for me since the holidays. i read my last entry on this blog and i realise how much things have changed for me. 4 accounting mods and finance... crazy i've been told. but wats done cannot be undone.

year 2 term 1 is seriously no joke. i'm at the point where i really feel lik eating some weird med to excuse myself from all these papers. its 5 papers for finals.. u noe the max i had last term, 4 and a half, i only got a gpa of 3.46, and that time i didn't even have a single accounting mod..this year i have 4. i really don't know how i'm going to survive

love life hasn't been a smooth one either. i am just at this really confused stage that i don't know who or what i want in my life. maybe what johnny said is right, singlehood is still the best thing right now. but i'm someone that needs companionship. someone that needs someone at every point in life. maybe i will just stick to friends then.

friends..wow..i don't know how to start. this term is one hell of a term with friends. better known as the crazy all in boys. well the other friends are still as tight as ever, such as johnny(ng), shian and the other few that stay close to my heart. but this group of friends are one bunch in smu that i can actually relate to. ppl from acct and ppl who believes in true friendship. i haven't really had friends that i can turn to when i was in sec sch. only till jc that i actually found real friends that i know i will remain close to for the rest of my life. well i'm sad that i haven't been having much class outings. mainly cause i'm jaded and lazy bout doing stuff. hai..ok...after exams...33 outing...i don't care....

ok i'm really very very very jaded after tax. i shall just stop here.

the hello here is hello to wendy!!!...hahah..i tink u are the only person left in this entire world that still read my random musings. but who the hell cares..i dun tink u offended me in anyway so i dun have to restrict my writings in order to suit the better of society...shit...bgs(aka business government and society) is fucking my brains up...ok sorry bout that...must be nice and sweet to dear wendee since she has always portrayed that nice and sweet image. even though i'm really doubtful is she really tat nice and sweet!!..ahaha kidding...wendee is nice and sweet but mean to disgusting lil boys in NUS!...

what is it about bgs is there to study seriously..hello??..the business, government and society in singapore is the singapore's government. so what do we have to know bout it?.. its ran by pap...uhuh...its..erh....ran by pap?...and what else...i know!!!...its ran by pap!!..woohooo!!!.i'm so gonna ace my bgs man...i'll make it poetic for all u noe...i'll include national anthem's and catching lil campaign slogens to attract their attention.. and just for shits and giggles, i'll use my flawless artist skills to draw a merlion(maybe i'll just include my birthday pics, alot of merlioning involved)..

hello, its 5 am in the morning and i'm already so crappy. damn it...how the hell did i get myself out of bed at 3am and study for 1 hour and log on to the internet and damn i should be studying now...ok i better stop helloing and head on to the goodbyes...

but hello....freedom is here in just 6 hours...its calling out to me...telling me that i have to embrace it with my now so flabby arms...the water at ponggol and kallang/macritchie are enticing me to float ontop of them either via a board or a boat...my running shoes have been looking at me like that of a disappointed gf...the times that we used to take each other out just for fun...the days tat i can wear them and just be in it for hours...they are all waiting for me...i can't wait no more!!!

goodbye to cca room/ssu room...even though i reckon that i will stay inside there again after one of those drunk sessions with my dragonboat jocks. goodbye to kopitiam be it IS or the school's one...i'm really sick of eating meepok/wanton mee/meepok again/wanton mee again...

goodbye to guilt...yes guilt..from wat?..from like typing a blog entry when my exam is in 4 hours time.. from sitting in front of the tv(which i only do like once a week now) and not wanna move to the room to study...from stoppping myself from drinking a shot of bacardi 151 cause i need to study later when i noe i never reject drinks...goodbye to what has become of me...someone that reject drinks...WHY THE HELL WOULD THE MAN REJECT DRINKS MAN???..EVEN IF HE BLEEDS IN HIS LIVER HE'LL STILL TAKE THAT FLAMING LAMBORGINI/AK47....i'll just merlion at most...but i tink i've enough training to take it now!!!

goodbye to fats...yes u cellulite/lactic acid....i'm so gonna hit the gym like uh...everyday and become like uh..jock...and then i'll talk uh...liddat with..uh every time uh..i uh....its quite funny being a jock huh....its just a fine line between being a jock and a retard..just that a jock has nice abs and define muscles...and no lar..u tink i'll really become a jock?..this jock has to get double degree u noe..hahahah!!...shit i'm really quite genius and i piss myself off sometimes..

 

You...would never tell me why...

my heart is so disguise...

i just can't live a lie anymore

i would rather hurt myself

than to every see you cry

there's nothing left to say

but,

goodbye

-Airsupply (this is totally random by the way..hahah)

 

goodbye everyone....and hello to bgs notes again=(((---(this smiley thingy is really addictive)

yes me..the random guy..the one that spewns vulgarities more than anyone that i know of. now isn't that a fallacy of begging the question using circular chain?..fuck i'm studying too much AS(analytical skills, some fucked up module in smu) for my own good. oh yes. it has been close to a 1 year hiatus since my last entry..or has it?..or is it more..fuck it...i'm just gonna write a lil here to make myself happy=)

i love the smiley these days. i use it everywhere. sms, emails, msn even here blogging. but y do i use it so often now? i think it has to do with the lack of it in my daily lives. i kinda lost the zeal that i had back in term 1 when i can study for like non-stop and go for 9 hours of meetings in a day. now if u were to ask me to repeat that i would slap u and ask u to run to the nearest tree. wat has happened?. have i really burn out and becoming back to the slacker that i was in j1? perhaps perhaps...we shall let the gpa do the talking

now lets see her, 4 more chapters of econs to study before i can perpare to go for my friend's birthday party. and wat the fuck am i doing online now blogging?..and fuck man i haven't even been blogging for the whole of last year...and fuck i'm using fuck too much!!!...lets pray that all these will change for the better after my exams. i really can't wait for the bali trip, or even better, i wanna plan another 33 trip after my exams. i've got to escape into the world of weaker currency, when i can look at the price tag of the beer and tell myself, ' no there is no sin in drinking this' ciggs are a must?..any another vices?..ahhaha..tats for me to decide(or rather the penguins) and for u to find out.

i really need a gpa of 3.4..then i can really pursue wat i've always wanted. but now i'm contemplating the option of taking law. ok maybe if i look back i may tink i'm the dumbest jackass on earth. but right now, i really have an interest in law, in fact i've always had an interest in law. just that my language leaves much to be desired. now this chance is smack right in my face..

to be or not to be...that is the question..fuck shakespeare man...its time to go back to keynesian=)

 

 

i'm gonna spare all u jabronies the details of the accident..however, i'm not going to spare you with the repair costs and who i'm going to be cursing at..

repair cost-630 fucking $$$$......u know how much is $630???..its 3 of my freakin tuitions i've been teaching for the past one month..all those running around and pain that i've incurred on myself..u noe how tiring it is to teach 3 freaking tuitions in a row...arghHH!!!....(thank god my dad is paying half of it...haha...he wanted to pay the full amount..but my conscience took over and i offered him to pay half instead..woohoO!!..my dad rox!)

people to curse- the fucking LTA!!!...wah lan eh...newton circus is one hell of a bullshit place..seriously..its damn difficult to negotiate ur way into and out of the circus. i mean its cool and english and everything to have a circus..but look at the way singaporeans drive...we see another car coming out we drive faster..we wanna get out of the circus the other cars at the side drive faster as well..u slow down ppl horn..how fucking stressful is that?..argh!...fuck the circus man..install some traffic lights or something... GST going up right?...income tax everyone also got pay right?..then use the money to built some traffic lights lar..dun spend it to put some stupid cows on the grass...total waste of MY MONEY!..i'm not even blaming the motorist that crashed into my car..i was only too glad he was alright...but you know what, fuck LTA!...

soon my relief teaching stint will come to an end and i'll look for greener pastures where the walls are filled with cows.. i can really train my dragon boating skills thru scooping man..looking at how big both johnny's arms are right now..woohoo!...

since the past has already passed, lets talk about the future. was about to go to china with my granny since this is the last time in the next 4 years that i'm actually free to go to some deserted place without much entertainment and just there for the sole purpose of my granny's love for her motherland. however, i got PANGSEHED by my grandmother...who the hell gets pangsehed by grandmothers?...aren't grandmothers supposed to be the one being pangsehed?(opps..did i just say tat?) but anyways..no more china for me..its just going to bali for now...which is quite fun since its just gonna be the sun, beach and the guys..maybe can make some friends there..learn some surfing..arh...life looks wonderful already. just hope we don't do something stupid like shout BOMBALI and get killed...

argh...i just needed to rant on the fucking accident...gonna get the car soon..hope its beautiful again..

 

after a crazy week of 4 hr sleep average everyday...my life is back to normal...back to 7am mornings, 1.30pm lunch and 6pm tuitions...

no time to be online these days in the afternoons. i can't bear the rejection, the disappointment when i see the 5 letters offline..

well, i have yet to give up. and i don't think i would be doing so soon.

"whatever i've said, whatever i did, i didn't mean it..

i just want you, back for good"

-take that

i have 15mins left before my next lesson starts. and since non of my penguin counterparts are online..i shall do a lil write-up on one of the 2 people that i love the most in my life for now...and he is non other than(dun haf gay thoughts)..my father..

my father is 53 years old, but he looks like he's closing 40..something that i've always been very proud of...perhaps because i've been taking him as my role model all these 20 years thats y i've never felt adequate in everyway. not goodlooking enough, not smart enough..not charismatic enough...no it didn't make me inferior in anyway..in fact it made me strive even harder to make up for what i lack..he has a really great dress sense, well, maybe not in terms of casual wear but he sure looks good in a suit or just exec wear. he taught me which material is good for that exec look, how high i should wear my pants and how different a belt can do to your overall look. well i'm here to tell him that birkies look good on him and elastic pants should be left where it is..the 80s.

aesthetics aside, my father knows me inside out.. unlike other kids in sg, the one thing that can get me to tears is not curfew or taking away my allowance. in fact my parents never did any of those. my mum showers me with love, even if i did something wrong..but for my father...he just does one thing...and thats to keep quiet...i shutter at the though of him ignoring me...when i was younger, i was caught stealing...he simply shut his mouth on me for a period of 1 month...that one month was living hell...i tried my best to avoid him cause i noe i'll have a outpour when i can't talk to him...and this happens whenever i did something wrong...be it stealing(yes again) in sec sch, doing badly for my jc or simply being rude to him...he just keeps quiet..and i noe i've done something wrong...and if one day he ever reads this...i wanna say 'sorry papa'...cause i noe ur silence is simply that u are really disappointed in me..and that scolding me is the last thing u want to do.

for those of you who think that i'm a lil on the beng side...thats cause i really was a beng..but that was pretty long ago and i've seemed to gain back the bengness through the 2 years in army. the question was how did i change from close to drop out of maris to being a student in SMU?..well...it all happened one faithful day during my sec 1...when i was addicted to this uber cool game called lasermania in cineleisure..i played my heart out almost everyday. spending not only money but my studying time on this addiction...and one of these faithful days...while walking out of ezone(level 4 cineleisure a long time ago)...i saw a familiar face hiding behind one of the pillars...catching a glance at me...and it was this face...the face i've been seeing for 13 years(then)...and i noe i dun want to see that face again...that expression of disappointment and worry...that face of someone that truly loves me and don't want me to be hurt..so i began studying(a lil)...stop mixing with the wrong company..and basically turning into a goodie 2 shoes..yes i still made mistakes..i still got into alot of trouble(and shit)..but at least i studied..and made it into the jc tat he always wanted me to get into...and somewhere that i really belonged to...all thanks to that faithful day..and the face that i don't ever want to see again...

i'm sorry i can't be the son that u always wanted...the son thats IT savvy, that loves to DIY or buy cheap stuff...instead i suck at IT, i would employ a plumber if my pipes are choked and i spend money like water...but rest assured i'll try to be the best of what i am..and u'll be proud of this son...which i noe u always have been even though i did not turn out the way u wanted me to be...

20 years, 2 months and 15 days i've known u..i love u more..everyday...u're leaving us again in 5 days time....i'll miss you papa...u dun noe how i enjoyed ur company these few weeks..even with that mini quarrel we had..simple times such as a quick bite after picking me up from tuition(in the past i was the one having tuition)...i've grown up...and as i see the white hair appearing on ur scalp..i really fear the day when i don't have you to rely on anymore...pls help me to mature...help me to be like u....cause if there's anyone in this world that i want to be..that would be you....

till then...i guess its family till he leaves..sorry penguins if i haf to pangseh you'll....

nothing matters more than family...

facing my computer..the rain is back again..

and the familiar scent of the flowers lingers in the air...

it rained on that faithful day..

actually we are always caught in the rain..if u remember..

all the memories seem to be pouring out with the this sense of smell...

perhaps i'm a person of scent...

this scent..this familiar scent..

 

this is one chinese new year 2nd night that i'll always remember....

in a nutshell...with numbers

8 ppl were there

5 ppl kissed their own self(french)

4 bottles of alcohol down our stomachs(or the gutter)

3 videos took down the process

3 guys danced mambo on the podium(chair)

3 guys jumped into the pool naked

3 guys sharing the same bed(same 3)

2 ppl vomitted

2 guys stripped to their undies(the same 2)

1 guy was doing somersaults into the pool

1 maid walked across the pool

1 hell of a night...

many more to come....

its a numbers game seriously....

lets thank the french for inventing...the french kiss...(and their woman who don't shave)

 

 

 

 

ok if i sound totally weird now..its cause i just drank like 10 shots of martell/cognac and half a bottle of wine...like i said...getting drunk is a state of mine..its a matter of i wanna get drunk or not..and since i dun wanna get drunk infront of my family members..i've gotta control myself and maintain the image of the eldest grandson...

it was, however, not the case for the mambo night on vday..i go totally wasted..it was one of the nights whereby i totally didn't want to control myself..perhaps after being too emo..or maybe i just plain need to release..but tat night was a night to remember...dancing alone on velvet, puking my guts out, making alot of noise at the counter, being slapped by yamei, being picked up my trannys...and not to forget making my great fun charlene angry!..hahaha!...wow..it was a hell of a crazy night...but it felt so good and i've just got to do it again...either sooner or later...the alcoholic in me needs some release...

new friendships being forged in the past one month...it sure was a good thing knowing all of u ppl..thanks bro for signing us in..and thank you everyone else that held me back from worshipping the plants or losing my ass virgniity to a tranny...

wasted as u can see....thank you yiuyan for that artistic shot...

these days i've always been going out with ppl in 3s..the wx, jon and yy combo. the jayne, jon and wx combo, the wx, howard and jay combo..i dunno but being in 3s really have its extra joy and privileges..there would hardly be those awkard silences u face when its only 2 ppl...u will won't feel its only u that wants to do something cause there would be another person there to support or reject u...but y i am saying all these for?..don't u all already noe that?

well..perhaps its cause these days i finally got to enjoy the warmth of friendship..i haven't been single for more than 6 months since sec3.. and this is finally the time for me to enjoy such warmth from friends..something that i can't get from my other half in a relationship...

even when i go out with friends one on one..i can truly enjoy the idea of just talking as friends..no courtship..no wanting to impress another person..just wanting to noe each other betta and share the joy and sorrow of another person..yes u may rebutt u can do it with ur gf/bf as well..but it always leads to something else..u always need to reassure ur other half that u are there all the time..and u never noe if u can really be there...those sick quarrels and lack of trust for each other..the way u destroy urself to make the other hurt...or vice versa...the joy that lasts for a second..and the pain that lingers on for days...

to my dear friend...its the friendship that really matters..dun be upset anymore k..and no its not gay to share ur problems with me..its just that its the first time we're doing it...lets toast to that on vday k!..

A thousand thundering thrills await me
Facing insurmontable odds gratefully
The female of the species is more deadly than the male

Shock shock horror horror
Shock shock horror
I'll shout myself hoarse for your supernatural force
The female of the species is more deadly than the male

Oh she deals in witchcraft
And one kiss and I'm zapped

Oh How can heaven hold a place for me?
When a girl like you has cast a spell on me
Oh how can heaven hold a place for me?
When a girl like you has cast a spell on me

Frankenstein and Dracula have nothing on you
Jekyll and Hyde join the back of the queue
The female of the species is more deadly than the male

Oh she wants to conquer the world completely
But first she'll conquer me discreetly
The female of the species is more deadly than the male

Oh she deals in witchcraft
And one kiss and I'm zapped

Oh How can heaven hold a place for me?
When a girl like you has cast a spell on me
Oh how can heaven hold a place for me?
When a girl like you has cast a spell on me

by: SPACE

title: THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES IS MORE DEADLY THAN THE MALE

 

whenever i enter a sec3 class...i would always talk to them about how i was like in sec 3 as well..how i can relate to their life and things like that..thinking bout it..its really pretty cute, pretty lame, and pretty immature as well...not to say i look pretty..ugly...haha...here's 10 things that i remember bout my sec 3 life..

1. i love to tuck out the back of my shirt to form a v shape behind...its like super nice looking then...(according to my students its still trendy to do so now..haha)

2. i spend all my time just going out with my then gf and literally not studying..which explains my 34 points for L1R5 at the end of the year.

3. i first played pool when i was sec3, introduced by then oh-so-beng tat yong...i guess he doesn't even remember me now...not to say i can't really remember how he looks like..

4. i got a1 for my chinese in sec3!..hahaha...which i went on to get d7 for my sec4 higher chinese..(yes laughter pls)..

5. i carry a nokia 3210 handphone..which got confiscated during my track and field meet..

6. i was vice-president of my chinese orchestra...actually besides my then gf i put all my time on co as well...

7. the first time i took part in moe co camp...super fun..lots of friends made and my first official concert.(which i soloed)..haha

8. the rock and stone cold were my idols..

9. fubu and jnco were my thang...yes i love doing community service then by sweeping the roads of orchard...(i prefer to keep it short these days)

10. i tot that relief teachers were good to bully...

haha....yes...that is bout how i remember my sec3 life..though i laugh at their immaturity now..i was once like that...

turning back time is impossible..perhaps preventing these kids from making the same mistakes that i did is more useful...so yes...i shall carry on preaching...to make their future a betta one at least..

 

every morning...before every lesson..that is what the pe hod would say to the kids...'gentleman, let me introduce you'll to 2 new pe teachers...mr roy soon and mr huang..and they are your seniors'..yes i was a marist and proud to be one. no its no longer an ah beng sch..during my time, it had thugs and we had to fear for our lives if we stared at the wrong ppl...i remember of thug bullies which include bashing ppl up at basketball courts and beating ppl up in toilet. that was partly y i couldn't wait to leave maris and enjoy my a brand new co-ed life..hahA!

being a pe teacher definitely brings a new definition of being slack...can anyone actually remember wat does a pe teacher do?...all i remember is the pe teacher giving some lame instructions and we'll carry on doing our own stuff..and right now i'm that person giving lame instructions..except that i actually play with the kids...yesterday was the best...i fulfilled my dream of teaching them rugby...ok..not really rugby but touch rugby...but hey..it was close enough alright..they got a taste of the gentleman's game..the game that has no match review but an injury report. the game that dislocated my shoulder...the game that consists of hwa chong field, hwa chong lectures and ball kicking sessions.

the marist spirit has evolved into one of winners..at my time..marist consider themselves to be the fallen top sch...no longer able to carve a niche for themselves due to the shadows that were casted on them by our alumni..our alumni is like damn qiang can...they were the top sch in singapore...and they were the first sch that came up with council..how cool is that lar?so our batch sort of had that inferiority complex and we never realli strive hard to get anything. however now...they call themselves champions..marist are champions...and i actually feel proud saying that...forget the gay 'we are the champions' song in the morning...forget bout all the 'hollywood' pep talk they had for them...these stuff are actually working on the students...and they are turning out to be the sch tat i'm proud to say i was from...

a cheer that i learn from marist...

who is the master of the universe,

marist!

who is the master of the seas,

marist!

who mess with us will be char siew and who fight with us will be siu mai,

so neh neh neh neh neh neh x 3(say this while waving ur shirt like a gay)

one more time

neh neh neh neh neh neh x 3

one last time

neh neh neh neh neh neh x 3

no more time...

oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh marist!

 

once a marist, always a marist...

to me you are perfect

and my wasted heart will love you..

until you look like nelly =)

all i gotta say is

i'm sorry...

"The Blowers Daughter"

by Damien Rice

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?

I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new

 

 

yes i took this from yiuyan's blog..i mean u can hear/watch it in his blog..just that this song is so...apt for how i'm feeling for the past month.

i will change...