We change our bedsheets because we have to.

Little voice in my head says:

‘you have to concede to the fact that all your happiness will be short-lived.’

Birthday Video Project, Codename: SEX was a huge success. Video on Facebook. Go my profile see. Lazy link.

Happy Birthday Veevien, Kaijie and Ali.

Am currently sick. Runny nose and massive headache.

My last lifeline has been cut. Nothing makes sense now.

I’m back to where I started.

Don’t let your brother meet my sister.

Little voice in my head says:

‘the grass is always greener on the other side.’

Hellooo…haven’t been updating this blog for a while now. (well, if you count 4 days ‘a while’)

Project is going along well! Hope it turns out alright. This thingy has been eating up almost most of my time, which is good, coz at least i have SOMETHING to do. Gah.

coz i hope someone would just notice me.

It’s pretty weird talking to a camera…alone. But hey, gotta get used to it! Vlog vlog vlog!!

My pinky is longer than your pinky.

Little voice in my head says:

‘angfvhosfubvruedbvre…that was me talking to you.’

My body is an extension of my penis. I look at my body as a vessel that carries my penis.

c’mon! You laughed at that didn’t you? Sexual innuendo’s never fail to entertain me, just like your boobies. LAWL.

Me. Thambi a.k.a NyitYang

‘The world pretty unfair man. You see those ugly or so-so looking guys with super hot chicks as girlfriends.’

‘Uh-huh.’

‘If that theory is correct, must be because I’m too handsome la…that’s why no girlfriend.’

*silence*

‘Yea, me too.’

 

Meh, single guys punya lame excuse.(we sounded pretty damn sad case la) But seriously, am I right? The world works in a weird way. The uglier you are, the more attractive your partner is. No? I don’t know. Hoe.

uh huh. chick-magnet. I am.

Friends. They come and go. Some friends, the tighter you try to hold on to em', the further and faster they’ll drift away…that’s destiny maybe? I don’t know. Thank God I’m blessed with you. To be able to to know what I’m thinking before I even say it. To laugh at my jokes that no one else will laugh at. To be there…just to be there when I need you. I love you, thebestfriend. Such an emotional talk we had. We both cried. And laughed. Wish I could pack you in my suitcase when I leave.

I shower naked. Oops, how naughty of me.

Little voice in my head says:

‘someone once told me I was a lie…oh wait, that was you.’

I hate it when people come up to me and ask:

‘So hey! What’re you doing now?’

Erm…nothing?

‘Huh? What about Uni?’

Oh…my course only starts in September.

‘Waaaaahhh….very long time more hor? What are you going to do now? Not doing anything? No job ar? 5 months wor? you gonna stay at home all the time meh?’

… *flips out middle finger*

 

Ergh. Without fail. I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve had this convo with various people. Annoyed much.

I’ll figure out something to do. Till then, leave me alone. (or maybe not, coz then I’ll have no one to talk to. LOL)

For now, my Saturdays are occupied by my Japanese classes…Taihen-desu ne~~~

Ok ok, I won’t blog in Japanese. I know how annoying it is to not understand when someone starts speaking in a foreign language/dialect. Like Hokkien. I feel just downright retarded when I hear people conversing in that dialect, being a Hokkien guy myself. The only Hokkien I know are:

‘CHAR KUEY TEOW AR! MAI LUA! MAI HAM!’

and'

‘CHAO CHEE BYE’

=) I do my ancestors proud.

I walk around the streets everyday like that.

I need a haircut. I have a very sore back. There’s nothing interesting on FB or Twitter. My life sucks.

My left bum, my left drum.

Little voice in my head says:

‘Your existence is like fart, comes out fast and unexpected, but soon forgotten.’

So as I sit here in front of my 12.1 inch screen (I know my laptop dam small, shuddup), I wonder…

 

WHY DO I BLOG AR?

…

Is it because I have an interesting life/hobby/skill that I’d like to share with the world? No.

Is it because I can write motivational/emotional posts that may and will move people? Hell no.

Is it because I’m handsome/cute and I post pictures of myself here at my blog to let girls gawk at me? I don’t even need to answer this coz I already know you’re gagging and retching out loud.

Is it because my blog can contribute to the greater good of the world? …I think not.

So I really wonder…WHY?

…

……

 

 

honestly?

 

…

 

I don’t really know. Seriously. As lame and stupid as this may sound, I really don’t know why I blog. I just know…I want to. Sometimes, I need to. Done. That’s it.

This has been a very pointless post. Yea, I know you agree with me. My life is just as pointless as this post now.

 the useless thoughts run through here.

But I want to say this:

I miss you so bad. Miss you that it aches every night. I go to bed, with countless of thoughts and emotions jumbled up together about you. It’s driving me mad. I can’t sleep peacefully anymore. I have dreams…no,nightmares, that involves you disappearing, one way or another. I don’t know. It’s scary. Then I wake up, and the reality doesn’t seem too far from the nightmare. This crushes me so hard. I sleep, dreading the dreams. I wake up, only to find that reality is pressing down on me hard, pushing me deeper into my bed. Do I really deserve this? Yes. But for this long? I don’t know.

Dork. Yoinks.

Little voice in my head says:

‘Let’s find something else for you to do instead of listening to me ok?’

What happened
after last summer
when we broke up
in February

I haven’t seen you
Feels like a long time
Sometimes it still hurts
But I always get by

I still got a piece of you under my skin
It's always there no matter where I've been

So if I ever see you on the street
I'll pretend that I didn't see
And turn my face
No use in small talk anyways
Because if I look into your eyes
Then I'll have to say goodbye
And that'll break my heart
So I won't even start
I won't even start

I wish you luck
And I wish it true
That's the best
I can do for you

Cuz you'll probably find love
In someone new
I have to let go
Yeah its hard to do

So if I run into you with your arm by his side
Just know it'll cut me like a knife

So if I ever see you on the street
I'll pretend that I didn't see
And turn my face
No use in small talk anyways
Because if I look into your eyes
Then I'll have to say goodbye
And that'll break my heart
So I won't even start
I won’t even start

I'll be ok, I'll be ok
Or that's what I'll say

So if I ever see you on the street
I'll pretend that I didn't see
And turn my face
No use in small talk anyways
Cuz if I look into your eyes
Then I'll have to say goodbye
And that'll break my heart
So I won't even start

 

 

 

No, I won't even start

Can’t believe a year just went by like that…no wait, I can believe. There hasn’t been a day when I’ve forgotten about it.

Well. 5 months. This feels like déjà-vu…another countdown? But then, there’s no turning back after this one.

Kick the pelican, bite the porcupine.

Little voice in my head says:

‘la la la la…’

After watching this ‘masterpiece’, I find the world to be so unfair. If that guy can get his own MV and stuff…

W-H-Y am I not an international superstar singer/actor?

Screw you world. I give you the birdie! ,,l,,

Hmm? my life? boring as hell. Don’t ask. There’s not even anything to talk about.

well, excuse ME for the lousy editing.

Quick birthday shout out to my dear Cat XUAN XIAN. me wuv eu. <3 Happy Birthday. I miss scratching your ears.