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2004-11-16T01:59:00.000+08:00

its back, its back.... after a few decades of hiatus, I have decided to resurrect my blog up. Beefed this site up with new links as well. why am i blogging now? theory 1: impulse, theory 2: peer influence & demand. i cant define it. just had to do it i guess? sorry for those people whose links i have put up without their prior permission. got up today feeling wonderfully strange. had no idea why. sat around at home waiting for guests and relatives to come down and downloaded some beatles video clips. the result of todays 'work' : $50+. Been thinking of buying a lot of tees to sastify my shortage of it. marked 29 nov for hari raya gathering with the "alumnus". Hope the organisers prepared it really well. Looking forward to meeting up. Tomorrow is another school day. Come to think of it, I enjoy coming to lectures then tutorials. call me weird and stereotype me. haha well you have the freedom to exercise what you want to absorb during lectures. that is not given a chance in the tutorials.confused? looking forward to seeing my friends again tomorrow. thanks for making my life in school more bearable. hey wait my fingers are itching to roll a bowling ball to those who dont know what song is up on this site (feel free to give comments on the choice of song too): Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine Body's aching all the time Goodbye everybody - I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo Figaro - magnifico But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come easy go - will you let me go Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go Will not let you go - let me go (never) Never let you go - let me go Never let me go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me for me for me So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh baby - can't do this to me baby Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows... --------------------------------------------------------- Hey great, a song that doesn't make sense. Beats me. Well that's the magic..

This is me. 1831.

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