Well, it has been like three weeks now (i think?) since I've come back from Shanghai.

Ever since, i hasn't been talking about it to anyone really, expect with the people i went with.

Well, ok, some of my friends did asked, but i didn't want to talk too much (yes I'm aware), plus the experiences are not something that you are able to put them all into words.

To me, it's feels almost like the first time that i'm finally leaving Singapore. Yes i have been to places like Thailand and Malaysia, but come on, I went to Thailand when I was like about five or something? And Malaysia? For godsake it's actually a walkable distance from my home (it was late and there isnt any bus available).

It wasn't a good impression as our bus drove into the highway from the airport. The country has got uncertainty written all over it. Things just didn't look constant you know. It's not bad or anything, it's just not what I'm expecting after hearing people actually say that Shanghai is far more developed than Singapore.





The city area looks actually kind of awesome. I mean, the culture is really there, in your face. You kind of see life in it, with souls, and not just bricks and stuffs you know. Streets are clean, you see crowds walking on it doing their thing, kind of nice to see really.

First place we went was the pear tower (I believe that is what it's call). Kind of look like a giant version of Changi Aitport's control tower.





I shall stop here. Will continue soon.



I've come to realize, there are a lot of unhappy people out there.

People who are unhappy for the wrong reasons; people who are expecting too much, people who are asking for too much.

People tend to look on the unhappy side of life as we grow up. Life was simple back then; we all goes to school, we all spend time together, we grow up together, everybody's almost equal. But once you grow up, things starts to get a little trickier. We gets more diverse.

We experience life on a much different account. Things are different to different individuals. We start to develop our own opinions on different aspects of life. We overlook things that meant a whole lot than we think, we focus on the things which we should be least concern about. But somehow, there is some part of us, things that we shared in the past, amazingly managed to holds us together, despite of our different visions on the world.

Some people allow their emotions to take over them, while some does pretty much the opposite. What I'm saying is, life is like math.

Equations are difficult to solve, but life's a series of equations. And that's bad.

I'm extremely bad at math. I can't say I'm a good solver. I try to target the selected questions so i can manage a pass. Some people are a little ambitious; they try every questions even when they are bad at them. It's a mix bag. It's a huge risk. Some came out lucky, some came out lost.

I came out neither.



Every night I remember that event
The way you looked when you said you were leaving
The way you cried as you turned to walk away
The cruel words and the false accusations
The mean looks and the same old frustrations
I never thought that we'd throw it all away
But we threw it all away.

And I'm a little bit lost without you
And I'm a bloody big mess inside
And I'm a little bit lost without you
This aint a love song this is goodbye (oooooh)
This aint a love song this is goodbye (ooooh)

I've been lost, I've been losing
I've been tired, I'm all hurt and confusion
I've been mad, I'm the kind of man that I'm not
I'm going down, I'll be coming back fighting
I may be scared and a little bit frightened
But I'll be back, I'll be coming back to life
I'll be coming back to life

And I'm a little bit lost without you
And I'm a bloody big mess inside
And I'm a little bit lost without you
This aint a love song this is goodbye
This aint a love song this is goodbye

And you can try (you can try)
And you can try but you'll never keep me down
And you can try (you can try)
And you can try but you'll never keep me down

La la la la la la la
(I wont be lost, i wont be down)

And I'm a little bit lost without you
And I'm a bloody big mess inside
This ain't a love song this is goodbye

It's alright (It's alright) cause you can try but you'll never keep me down
It's alright (It's alright) I may be lost but you'll never keep me down
You can try (you can try) you can try but you'll never keep me down
You cant try (you can try) I know i'm lost but I'm waiting to be found
you'll never keep me down
you'll never keep me down
never keep me down

Ridiculous

Maybe what you said back then was still true; You dont me well enough yet.




Hardcore.


You know what really bothers me? Hardcore people that it. By that, i'm not referring to some black metal guy or something (or do i?), but people who just cant take instructions.

At informational design class today, so many of them are so competitive that they defeat the original purpose of the particular assignment.

The instruction was clear; make road signs like those you see on the road locally, and make them easily understandable. These people i tell you, i've got no idea if they are really stupid or what, add colors like there is no tomorrow, design them to super extract, trying to act artistic or something seriously.

I mean, if you really wants to impress, impress people by working within the restrictions, dont be a stupid motherfuck and be so hardcore, ending up making your work till swee swee, but no link in the end.

I dont know why that pisses me off so much. I think it's just plain rude to do that. Their message is just too clear you know. They are trying to say, or in fact saying it in your face that the assignment are restricting their potentials, and that is why they have to do till so hardcore, to "show" their skills.

Motherfucking hardcore assholes, get a fucking life.

Finally, it came. I can only blame myself for this stupid mistake that I've made. Why did I even do that? It's so not fucking worth it. I'm gonna disappoint a lot of people if they ever finds out what I did. I'm hoping for the best as I've seriously learn my lesson.

School seems pretty lepak for the first 2 weeks of year 2 semester 2, but I foresee the upcoming weeks are gonna be INSANE. It's like having a causal conversation with an old friend, next thing you know, he punched you in the face. Typo class is expecting a unreasonable amount of work to be handed up in a week's time, while informational design just slapped us with more and more assignments before we could even react.

Kim is probably bitching now for not gonna attend shu ehi's birthday celebration tomorrow. Come on! Friday is a no go for me! Everybody knows that isn't it?! Anyway I'm sick of birthday celebrations. I thinks there's nothing to really celebrates about. You get people people attending who aren't actually fucking keen to, its like a ultimate reason to force you to attend something that you dont really wanna go to. I mean, it's fine if they are your family or best/ close friends. I look up on the right side of my facebook page and don't see a day without any asshole having his or her birthday. I couldn't even bothered about writing on their wall sometimes as to be honest, I just couldn't give a damn anymore.

I can't understand the thing about Chinese weddings. You spend so much money on booking the damn hotels, choosing your dishes, sending out cards of invitations. These are just pure waste of money. You could have used the time and money on house renovations, furniture, getting a car and more. The worse part of it is that no one even gives a damn. To you, this is it, the biggest moment of your life. To the rest, it's just another damn wedding to $$ my wallet. Fuck it., i'm gonna just do a buffet on my wedding day.

And what's up with bikes? Why was it even approved to be on the road, and who the hell invented them? It's basically a killing machine. So many people died from it. It doesn't matter if it's your fault or not, you would probably lose yourself an arm as long as you fall. I was at yishun dam earlier on and witness these assholes speeding along the road. I think they were competing who will get the best lap timing. If they die, honestly they fucking deserves it. Just look at how cocky they were, speeding with their cheap bikes, showing off to their girlfriends who looks like their bikes after an accident.

First post of 2010 huh, well, what can I say?

I'm currently trying out creating this post and update my blog via my iPod.

So if it works, do stay tune, most posts to come.

Hey.