If you can travel the world with someone, who would it be?

If you can travel the world with someone, who would it be?

My mum

Even though we're not as close as I want to be, this is the least I can do to repay her for bringing me into this world.

Pick my brains...

Screw, shoot, marry... freddy krueger, chucky, justin bieber

Screw, shoot, marry... freddy krueger, chucky, justin bieber

OMG. HAHAHAH!

Whoever who asked this, you're gonna get it baaaaad I tell you.

I'd like to shoot the first two, and I can't really be bothered with the last one. But if it's really a must, then....


Screw Chucky (He might turn me into a doll)
Shoot Freddy
Marry Justin (though he'd be underage and I'll be jailed for it).

I DON'T EVEN...

Pick my brains...

Tumbling down

I know it may sound a bit loser-ish, but the past few days was spent in isolation. As how some of my friends may put it, the days were spent emo-ing to myself.

I never really believed in breaking points. I used to think that only those who were having mid-life crisis, would go through it. However, most of my friends have gone through them, and many told me that it would soon be my turn.

But how could I have a breaking point, since I was not really affected by anything, or so I thought.

It took a song, or rather an instrumental piece to shatter me into a million pieces.

Nostalgia, memories, the past, both good and bad instantaneously came flooding through my head. It took merely seconds for me to transform from an oblivious smart-ass to a wet and lost puppy.

I hate this feeling and I want this to end really bad, but I can't help but hit the song on replay throughout the day. It might sound pathetic, and I don't know why I'm doing this, but I figured that maybe, just maybe going through all this agony would make me heal again.

I don't really know what will become of me, but I do hope I get sick of this song, and wake up from this pathetic act soon.

Till then.

The green ribbon

Ever since I was a small kid, I liked cracking my knuckles, toes, back, neck, knees. You name it. It was not necessarily a habit, as I started doing it because I really liked the popping' sounds.

My mum hated it though, as she felt that it caused my joints to loosen. I was out to prove her wrong, so being the smart-alec that I was (HAH), I google-ed it and found that cracking was not harmful as I was merely relieving gas (no pun intended!) that was in between the joints.


However, I have to admit that overcome, I have become addicted to cracking my joints, and it has become so bad that if I don't crack my neck, back, fingers, knees and toes, I would feel weakened and would not be able to use that body part properly.


I do not know how I am going to overcome this addiction, but if you see me with a ribbon around my neck someday, please do not snip it off!

For those of you who have never heard of this story, YOU SHOULD!

I'm not dead yet, nor am I very much alive.

It has actually been a really long time since I last blogged. I actually made a promise to myself at the start of the year, that I would have to come up with at least 5 posts a week for the April semester. However, as you know, promises are always meant to be broken, and so this blog had been left untouched for the past few months.

On the contrary, I do have a lot of posts that are still saved in drafts. I actually do not know when I'll ever complete them, but I will definitely do it, someday... Just for the mere sake of satisfaction. Huhu.



Okay, I guess that's it for now.


Tag replies:

To Alex: BAHAHAHA. I couldn't help it.
To Colin: Ahhh, I can sense your annoyance. Why aren't you in the YOG basketball team huh huh?
To Mucuc: But you like JJ LIN. EEEEEEE.
To Nat: Mmmmmhmmmm... We should get them and go crazy some day :)

Till then!