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The guy with the FUNKY fashion taste and also with a FLAIR for graphic designing. I'm Amirul Nasir, or you can call me Rool, for short. 21 years standing in the feet of the Earth. Singaporean. Currently serving the nation till 02/06/12. I'm a Ngee Ann Polytechnic Mass Communication (Class of 2010) graduate. Creative Director, someday? More about me?


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    Love the blog layout? Want something like that? Or even better? Yes, I do design for blogs too at an affordable rate! For more details, feel free to drop a message to my email, amirul.nasir [at] gmail [dot] com!

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    Sunday, December 04, 2011
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    I love reading my monthly horoscope. Being the naive boy that I was, I used to flip through the latest issue of Readers' Digest just to read my horoscope and 'foresee my future'. It's a self-esteem booster (though it brings a negative impact at times.) especially when your horoscope reads something positive like, "Your sense of personal power will be strong on Thursday!" or even "Consider assisting a colleague who may require a helping hand this Sunday. Remember, good deeds generate good karma!". And I extremely love it when my horoscope tells me I'd meet a special someone on this date, which I do most of the times, as ridiculous as it may sound.

    Though many might think that our horoscopes defines us for the person that we are, I think it's the other way around, considering that I have met other fellow Scorpios and they exhibit traits that are similar to mine thus making several encounters to be quite unpleasant. When we get along, we become the best of friends but when we have a disagreement, oh boy get your knickers ready for another World War is bound to happen.

    Being a Scorpio, I am a very stubborn, willful and an extremely determined person. I know what I want (most of the time) and I make sure that I get it. I tend to have high expectations of everyone around me and their opinions about me (and end up worrying if I don't meet their expectations). God bless to my future partner who decides to spend the rest of their life with me, because even I can't stand my own behavior at times.

    (Source: ScorpioHipsters)


    This describes me perfectly, whether I like it or not.


    I had a conversation with a friend, who just graduated from QUT, the university where I intend to further my studies at once I am done with National Service (in just a few months time!). Though millions of questions were asked, I was just seeking advice from her, mainly because I wanted to know what to expect before I do reach there eventually.

    Here's what she had to say about Scorpios.
    "One of the reasons why you're asking this many questions (which is good!) is because it helps you to deal with the 'unknown'. And one other piece of advice that I could give you - Don't take it too hard on yourself. Knowing that you're a Scorpio, I know you take it really hardly when you don't meet your own and others expectation. Control is the biggest trait of your element. Use it."
    It's like she knew me inside out! Even though I accused her of stereotyping Scorpios, (Here's her take on Scorpio people on her blog.) it's true! I am all that. I never knew I liked to be in control in most situations. So I wrote down the things I do that could probably define me as the 'Control Freak'.
    I'm the kind of person
    who likes to hold the remote control while I'm watching the television. (and when I don't, I can't help but to worry someone might just switch channels while I'm in the midst of watching my favourite show)
    who plans ahead in almost everything I do. (Let's see. I started planning for my 21st birthday since a year ago. And I picked my group mates for my third year studies in Mass Comm while everyone else is happily enjoying their two months semester break.)
    who has high expectations of what people think about me. (It's not that I worry about not being liked or popular, I just don't like it at all when people misinterpret my intentions me and give judgement on the things I do.)
    who sets up a calendar schedule on what TV shows to watch every single day. (Who else actually does this?!)
    So I guess being in control in most situations reassures me. It doesn't hurt to be one step ahead of everyone else all the time, does it? And when things are not in my favor? I tend to panic. A LOT. Might even get extremely dramatic. Or even run away. And I don't appreciate people acting on decisions without discussing it with me first.

    I'm quite freaked out by my behavior now. Haha.

    The next time you're ever considering in getting into a relationship with a Scorpio, make sure it's worth the risk (and know what you're getting yourself into) or you'll end up getting pinched most of the time. We dominate most of the relationships we're in and we get extremely angsty when we do notice something that could potentially threaten the relationship.

    But hey, I'm a Scorpio and I know I'm definitely worth the risk. So, go on and take a chance with me. Heh. Because what would hurt you the worst will love you the most, as long as you can tame the Scorpio inside of me.

    And who knows, I could let you be in control once in a while, whenever I feel like it.

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    Saturday, December 03, 2011
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    As she made her way towards my table, I was strongly enticed by the familiar scent of Marc Jacobs Daisy Perfume. Carrying the widest smile like she always does every single morning, Farhana greeted me, "Good Morning, my dear annoying Amirul", before returning to her seat. My reply to her would always be, "You're looking as pretty as ever."

    Farhana was different from other girls. There was something special about her that I just can't describe. For a woman, she actually has broad shoulders and her behavior could be described as a tomboy. Her face radiates happiness every single day, it was almost as if she was glowing. But I know one things for sure, I am definitely not attracted to her at all. Plus, she has a doting boyfriend and she was way older than me. I'm guessing a good 7 years difference. I exceptionally loved how she never fails to wear a scarf of different colors 'round her neck every single day.

    She has a flair for art and is an extremely talented graphic designer, who was very good at multitasking - something which I am not so good at. I got to know her while I was on internship at a local publishing company 4 years back. Since it was the month of Ramadan (The fasting month), both of us would be stuck in the office during lunch time and I'd be seated right next to her, watching every single thing she does on the computer while she does her work and she'd be sharing her life story with me at the same time. Talk about multi-tasking, this girl is a pro.

    Being the oldest in her family, she had to give up her true passion which involves teaching art to little kids and work (which she did over the weekends), just so that she could support her family financially. She shared photos of her family with me, especially one of her younger sister. "My younger sister is as annoying as you. You should get together with her sometime!", she'd tease occasionally. And my reply would always be the same, "Eek! She's not pretty la!"

    Once I was done with the internship, we lost contact for a while. I didn't manage to snap a photo with her on the last day of my internship, as she was sick and had to stay at home. Little did I know, that would have been the last time I'd see her in my life.

    Two years later, I received one of the most unexpected phone call.
    "Amirul. Do you still remember Farhana?"
    "Of course I do! How is she?"
    "She has just passed away."
    Words could not begin to describe how I felt at that point of time. My mind, which was previously occupied with deadlines to meet for my Advertising Project was now flooded with memories I had with her while I was interning at the publishing company. I just stopped whatever I was doing and was left completely stunned. It was so sudden. She didn't deserve it. But why? - The question that filled my mind because she was one of the nicest girls I've ever known and God had to end her life just like that.

    Truth is, she had been battling a leukemia-related kind of disease for the past two years and no one knew about it. She was even on television on a show called LifeWatch. (Of course,I missed it because let's face it - Who watches TV nowadays?) As I watched the video clip of her struggle, I slowly wished for a miracle to happen, which unfortunately did not happen. It's like you're watching one of your favorite TV Shows and someone spoiled the ending for you and you chose not to believe him simply because you didn't want it to be true. If there ever was a time I wished for happy endings in a movie, that was it.


     
    (A video clip of Farhana on LifeWatch)


    The start of December marks her birthday & her Facebook wall was flooded with messages from friends, family members and it all seemed so surreal. It's saddening to see messages from her loved ones who's still in disbelief that she's not here anymore. She may not be alive and kicking but the memories and the conversations I've had with her? That'd definitely last a lifetime, no matter how short it was.

    Rest in peace Farhana.

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    Sunday, June 26, 2011
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    The two stuff I'm planning to get. A striped hooded long sleeve tee and a canvas satchel bag. I want!

    When was the last time I did some online shopping?

    I've been looking through ASOS.com for the past few weeks and I have finally decided to give in to the temptation. Stuff were going for 20 pounds and even lesser.

    1. Because it is so effing cheap! 
    2. I deserve some new stuff after all the mental torture I've been put through here.

    I believe those two reasons are good enough for me to indulge in some online shopping, which is why I am planning to get the two items above. I'm really lovin' the stripe hooded long sleeve t-shirt. I'm getting it in S size, most definitely!

    And the bag? How can you not love it? It matches with my current laptop bag. Stunning. Can't wait to wear it out!

    Price for both items altogether? 30 pounds. (Which is equivalent to S$60. Such a steal right?!)

    The irony of it all is that I'm willing to splurge $S60 on these stuff but I am not willing to spend $70 on a proper macbook cover. I will consider. Gosh.

    Can't wait to get these items! Will be making delivery to my friend's house and he will bring it back to Brunei for me. Can somebody say... AMAZING please?

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    I'm not exactly a 'gym person'. Or at least that's who I was before I got into NS.

    I can't imagine having muscles and my veins popping out of most parts of my body. It's uh... disgusting. But I've come to realise that muscles look so much nicer than uhm.. fats bulging out, right?

    Lifting weights is so tiring and definitely not an enjoyable experience. Especially the aftermath. If I ever had a choice, I'd choose all the light ones, which reminds me of what myself and my BMT bunkmates would do back then. We'd set the weight limit to the lightest as possible and then give the most painful facial expression ever. People bought it. We deserve plenty of Oscar awards for that. Come on.

    Running is the only reason I go to the gym. Be it slow or fast. I don't care, as long as I run. Run like a mad cow, as what my friend would say. Hell, I'd run all my fats off!

    But lately for the past month, I have found myself being unable to do any pull-ups once again. And so, that became the new reason that motivates me to go to the gym on every off day. Because I don't want that to be the reason for me failing my IPPT. -cringe- I didn't even used to bother about IPPT. -shrugs-

    I'm grateful for my bunkmate who has been patiently training me for it so that I am able to do it once again. One hour in the gym on every off day. I think that's more than enough for me. And I think, hopefully by the next IPPT, I'm able to do it.

    And well, if I ever had a personal gym trainer, I think he'd probably give up on me. Simply because...

    I'm a very whiny person. "One more set? Stop cheating my feelings. Oh come on."

    I'm a very lazy person. I don't exactly find doing repetitive sets that enjoyable. It's tiring.

    So hello to my future partner out there (if you ever are reading this right now)! You better be appreciating that I am doing all of these because I'm doing this for you. Hah!

    But right now. My muscles are aching. I can't straighten my arms. Stretching my body brings me so much more pain than pleasure.

    All I wanna do right about now is just lie in bed and do nothing.

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    Friday, June 24, 2011
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    I still remember the first time we met.

    Vaguely. But vividly enough for me to remember. It was on our Secondary School's CCA (also known as Co-Curricular Activities) Open House day. You were with my sister, encouraging the freshies (I was a freshie back then) to join Band, the CCA that both of you call home.

    My sister introduced us to each other. And then you said, "Join band! Like your sister!" A few other words were exchanged and just like that, a new friendship was forged - 9 Years Ago.

    And that was how two strangers became acquaintances.

    I'd always bump into you in school where we'd exchanged Hi's and Bye's with each other. Together with my sister (because my parents never allowed her to go out on her own without me), we'd always go out for lunch and sometimes even a movie. It was through the conversations that you had with my sister that I slowly found myself getting to know you more and more slowly.

    We'd hang out at the nearest community centre to your place to use the internet there. (Also because it was the cheapest hah!) Sidetrack note: And that was how I found myself blogging.. and started finding my love for designing.

    You were such a nerd. Always drowning yourself in novels that you borrowed from the library. The books that you read always had a heart-shaped icon at the spine, signifying that it was a romance novel and I found it ridiculous that you folded the pages with the steamy reads just so that you could read it over and over again and fantasizing about it in your mind.

    What I didn't tell you then: I loved reading too. I was always going to the library on my own after school and spending hours there just reading because no one was at home and it was the library that I could seek solace from. And when I saw my sister (at times), I'd run away for fear that she'd call me a stalker. (Which she obviously did, saying I got nothing better to do than to follow her.)

    You were always the cool one. It was cool telling people that I know you. At least people thought I was cool for knowing you. And we started talking to each other on the phone about school, gossip and other nonsensical stuff. Then on friendship day (also known as Valentines Day), you gave this bead bracelet to me. "I didn't know what else to get for you. I hope you like this.", you said. I liked it a lot. And I never left the house without it whenever I went for meet-ups.

    While I was busy mugging for my O Levels, you, along with my sister and a few others organised one of the best birthday celebration I've had in years. I was still in my bed when everyone came in and shouted, "Surprise!" Thank god I wasn't drooling the night before and was properly dressed. Haha!

    We too, did go all the way to your house just to surprise you on your birthday. There you were, all clad in your pyjamas and probably ready for bed, you must have found all of us to be really annoying. And we would celebrate everyone else's birthday, those in the gang. It was fun, those random meet-ups.

    Remember when we first went to karaoke together? It was crazy fun. Our voices weren't exactly pleasing to the ears, to say the least but it was hilarious. Until it became the reason that you were brought to the hospital because you were jumping around in the karaoke room and hit your leg against the table.

    I laughed. That was my initial reaction. "Stop it la and stand up!" I said. But you weren't joking. You had indeed fractured your leg and it was a panic frenzy for all of us, as we had to rush you to the nearest hospital, even if that includes raising our voices at the taxi driver uncle or anyone else that stood in our way. And that was the point I told myself, "Look around. These are gonna the friends that you can depend on this friendship that all of us had: It was real. They are the ones I'm gonna be the closest with in many years to come." - 4 Years Ago.

    On the first day of my tertiary education, I was lost and had no one to accompany me for lunch. Thank god you were there and you rang me up just in time. "Hey! How's your first day?!" You said enthusiastically. "You wanna go for lunch? Now's my lunch break! I'll meet you at SIM?" I probably never told you that.. but I was so grateful towards you because eating alone is just social suicide.

    And we'd sometimes go back home together (I'd wait for your classes to end and vice versa), whenever I felt like taking the bus back home and we'd spend the time talking on the bus about our day, laughing over silly stuff or updating each other on the latest movies or gossip.

    People who didn't know us would think that I like you (and I meant in a way such that it is more than a normal friend usually would). But that would be so wrong in so many ways. You are like the sister I wished I had, always looking out for me. I'm sure you'd care for me the same way my sister would towards me. Harbouring special feelings towards you would just be.. incest and so wrong in so many ways.

    Remember how I'd always tease you. Of your crushes and ex-boyfriends. Telling you secret fantasies that you'd wish to share with your future boyfriend. Like kissing in the rain. Or describing the first kiss. Or planning the most romantic date ever. I am so full of shit, I know. But we all know that Singaporean guys are NEVER that romantic, don't we?

    Now. One year ago.

    You finally found yourself a boyfriend. I was so happy for you and every single time we met, I'd ask you, "So when are you introducing him to us?" But you never did.

    I should be happy for you. I am happy for you. Because for an amazing girl like you, you deserve someone special in your life. You deserve someone who likes you the way you are. Someone who likes you because they think your laughter is adorable. Someone who likes you for the way you tap their shoulder for making a joke out of you. Someone who can make you feel that you can be yourself and that you'd never had to change to accommodate to his liking. Someone who likes you for the way they think you flick your hair or play with your hair when they're having a conversation with you is adorable.

    But little did I know, you started distancing yourself away from me and the rest of the gang. It was always, "Sorry! I can't make it! I have plans! Next time, okay!"

    When I found out that I was gonna be enlisted into NS soon...
    Me: Let's meet for the last time before I enter NS!
    You: I can't make it! You guys go ahead without me okay!

    When I finally graduated from my Basic Military Training...
    Me: I'm on break for one whole week! Let's go Ramen Ten.
    You said okay. But my sister and I got so frustrated waiting for you. We ordered our food first. Our food arrived and we were even done with it. As we stood at the cashier, making our payment, getting ready to go back home, you finally made an appearance. That was how late you were. Because you were meeting your BF before.

    When I finally got wind of the news that I was to be posted in Brunei...
    Me: Let's meet before I leave for Brunei.
    You: I've got work on that day. I can't change my schedule. I'll meet you separately on another day?
    Yeah we did meet. You treated me to a meal at Fish and co. We snapped a few photos. And you said, "Don't tag me in the photo. My BF doesn't know I'm meeting you."

    When I was back in Singapore for a short while a month ago, I admit I was quite hesitant to even ask you out because you were always cancelling out on us. And I don't even think you knew I was back in SG. Not a word of your text or a phone call did I receive from you.

    Me: I'm meeting the rest on Sunday. I hope you can make it.
    You: I got plans! I'll meet you another day?

    Did you even know that there was NO OTHER DAY? Because I'm on a flight back to Brunei the very next morning? I admit I am selfish. But couldn't you shelve whatever plans you had on that day just for me? A close friend of yours that has stuck with you through thick and thin for the past 9 years? You could meet your friend the following week, but as for me? You can't do that because I wouldn't be in Singapore any more.

    I was so hurt and left Singapore with such a heavy heart. But what hurts even more was when you tweeted, "Meeting my friend from Scotland who's in Singapore for a vacation!!!"

    That was the last straw. A friend from Scotland whom you've probably known in a short while gets time with you and I don't. Don't I deserve a single minute of your time? Or even a single call or sms saying, "Hey! Welcome back to Singapore!" You said that he went all the way to your workplace just to meet you. What bullshit is that? Do I have to do the same just to meet you?

    Harsh words were exchanged after that and we had a heated conversation. I initially did not want to say anything, for fear or breaking the friendship that we have built of almost a decade now. But I realised this.

    Sure. Relationships are broken most of the time because of words left unsaid. But if it's gonna break anyhow, why don't you just say it? Which was why I acted the way I acted.

    Your BF was intimidated by me. He was jealous of how close we were. He didn't like the way we took photos together. He didn't like me putting my arms around you even though it meant nothing at all. Can't you see how he's trying to control your every move now?

    Your rationale for acting the way you did. Because you will be getting engaged to him and will be married to him in the following year. And you don't want to invite gossip by hanging out with me. So you did what you had to. Nobody forced you to make a decision. You chose this path.

    You told me, "I hope you understand. I'm getting married. I just don't want to invite gossip."

    I received a long text from you explaining your actions. (it's about time)
    "Our friendship between a boy and a girl is probably difficult right now."
    "I did mean to see you. I did mean to call and sms you. Why didn't I? Cos I was afraid of your reply."

    All of these are just excuses. Let's just face the fact. You are just ashamed to be seen with me. Am I that disgusting of a person? We tried ways to keep in contact with you but you kept pushing us away time and again. It's tiring to play this game.

    You even distanced yourself from my sister, the best friend that you had since 10 years ago who was always there for you no matter what. The one, whom always lent a shoulder for you to cry on when you needed someone. Ridiculous.

    You said we didn't understand you. Did you even took the time to explain to us? You called us your bestfriends but were you acting like one towards us? The answer is No. You never tried.

    Remember the bead bracelet that you gave me 9 years ago on friendship day? Yeah. So it snapped and finally broke into pieces. Our friendship probably did too. I was so depressed I told you about it. And ended up buying a new one that looks exactly like it but it was different. It didn't fit my wrist perfectly. It was a tad too tight at times. I realised that these are the kind of things that you can't just replace with something new.

    Like our friendship. You'll never be able to find another friend like me. Sure, your soon-to-be husband will have taken our friendship away from us. But there's some things that he will never get to take. He can have you. He can be with you in the many years to come. But try as he might, he'll never be able to take the past 9 years of friendship that we shared together.

    I could have replied, "I hope you understand too that you are now in the same category of friends as (insert name here). Here's me letting go of our friendship. I no longer care or bother. You can do whatever you want because our friendship of 9 years now.. our friendship has finally expired."

    Hope you have a nice life!


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    Thursday, March 10, 2011
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    "Aren't you Amira's Brother?" is probably the question I hated hearing from other people. (You'd be surprised, even in NS, i still get that a lot.)

    All my life I've been in the same school with my sister. You see, we went to the same kindergarten as each other. Then, it was primary school and secondary school thereafter.

    It gets irritating to be known as "Amira's Brother" throughout my life. Just my luck to have a very popular sister that I ended up living in her shadow most of the time.

    Actually, I quite envy my sister a lot.

    My sister was a councillor back in secondary school. And as much as I tell everyone I do not care, actually I do. In fact, I had very much wanted to be a councillor too just so that I could be of the same status as her.

    My sister had millions of secret admirers back in secondary school. I had zilch.

    My sister had millions of friends everywhere she went. And me? I could barely count the number of friends I had using my fingers.

    My sister was one of the coolest back then. I was nowhere near that. She'd be going out with her friends almost every single day. And as for me? I'd go back home to play my computer games and for me, going out was a once in a blue moon kinda thing.

    I guess she was quite embarrassed by me. Back in Secondary One, I didn't have that many friends and recess was one of the longest periods ever. So I'd always look for her because I had no one else, only to be shunned by her friends who'd be shouting at me, "Don't be a loser Amirul! Go and make new friends! Just go away!" What a bitch.

    And every single time she went out with her friends, my parents would force me to go along with her otherwise she wouldn't be able to go out. Even I got irritated with that, it can get very frustrating, really.

    For 22 years now, my sister has tolerated with my childish behaviour. There are times when we'd just scream and shout and slam each other's door and even say hurtful words to each other. We'd have our constant bouts of "I HATE YOU" at that point of time, fighting about even the slightest bits of things and even wage blog wars with each other. Hilarious, come to think about it right now.

    And right now, we share the same group of friends. Weird, but true. I don't even know how I coped with that. It's like her friends became my friends and all of a sudden, I have 3 new sisters. That kind of thing.

    But my sister is one of the most amazing people in my life, despite all the bullshit we've been through during our teen years.

    She is one hell of an amazing friend. But if you piss her off, too bad for you. She treats each and every one of her best friends like family and I'm sure given the circumstances, she'd choose her friends over her boyfriend.

    She can be the biggest blonde at times. But that's what makes her Amira. It's what defines her and it does provide us some comic relief actually. Like just last night, she confused Butterfactory with Butter Club. Haha!

    We've been there for each other during our hardest times, whether she decides to talk about it or not.

    And now, she's also my personal ATM Machine. Ever since she got herself a stable job, she's been treating me non-stop. I'm not complaining though!

    Of course, Amira may be your friend, bestfriend or even your girlfriend, but please know that I'll always be her one ad one beloved brother and nothing's gonna change that fact.

    I wished I was there to celebrate her 22nd birthday with her last night but given the circumstances that I am in right now, it's tough. We're having this long distance family relationship kinda thing. But at least I got to video call her last night along with the other girls.

    Happy 22nd Birthday Amira!
    (Love you always!)

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    Friday, February 04, 2011
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    Funny how time flies super fast, yes? It was exactly ONE year ago on this very fateful day, in which my grandmother breathed her last. I could still remember it like it was just yesterday. 

    I miss her a lot. I do. Last year's Hari Raya felt different without her presence.. for the first time in my entire 21 years of existence. The last time we celebrated the festive and joyous season together was back in 2009.

    If only I could turn back the hands of time, I'd do a lot of things differently. But I can't. And it's her first death anniversary, today. And I'm not there, which makes me feel even more terrible as a person.

    But everyone eventually dies, don't they? It all lies in the hands of god at the end of the day and just a matter of time.

    Instead of crying, I'm gonna say my prayers just for her and hopefully it reaches her. 

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    Sunday, January 30, 2011
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    Happy Birthday Dad.

    ... he who turns 49 on this very year.

    "Just pass it to me. I will fix it for you" was what my dad said to me when he saw me struggling to connect the parts to my mini Tamiya Car. There I was drenched in sweat, figuring which part goes where and my dad, almost without any effort at all, took over and fixed my Tamiya Car with ease. He makes it look so easy, I'm actually ashamed of myself. "Anything else you want me to do?" I told him I needed to buy some other parts from the shop opposite the street near our house. It was quite late at night but he got dressed in an instant and brought me to the shop to get the parts that I was missing and my frown turned into a smile.

    Tamiya Cars were really the biggest thing back then in the early 2000s. Knowing that, my dad bought me an entire race track so that I can play my toy car at home. The race track was huge, so huge it took up almost my entire room. But I was happy because that was actually the best birthday present he had ever got for me.. ever.

    Without fail, he'd bring me to various places in our hometown area to play my car (cos there were race tracks everywhere.. outside provision shops) probably because he didn't want me going there alone. Unfortunately for me, that was the last sweet memory I had.. spending quality time with him.

    My dad and I share a very complicated relationship. We don't talk much to each other anymore. In fact, we hardly talk at all. Save for our good looks, that was the only thing we had in common. I get envious every single time I see my friend interacting so well with their dad. Makes me wonder, why isn't my relationship with my dad like that?

    He was never there for any of my achievements since primary school. I took part in a Relay Race and landed 3rd place but he wasn't there to share my joy. When I collected my PSLE & O Level results, he wasn't there either. I understand. He's just too busy with his job, which takes up too much of his time.

    I realised that every single time he's present at a key milestone in my life, I only had nothing but bad memories of it. When I first got enrolled into Bedok Green Secondary School, he shouted at me in public at the school canteen for not knowing how to tie my shoe laces. Until now, I find it ridiculous how he never got the patience to teach me. I slowly figured it out on my own in the end despite taking the shortcut and just tucking the strings inside the shoe.

    When I got enlisted into NS, he had nothing good to say to me. All I remember was that he told me, "You're gonna die" Well, not literally. Thanks for the support dad!

    And on my first book-in to camp, he said a lot of hurtful words to me, which was seriously very degrading to me and not needed at all. It seemed as if he had been bottling up all of those feelings for a very long time and he just exploded there. He regretted after that because he tried to give me a hug and made an apology to me (for the first time ever) and said he only said what he said because he cared for me. Being hurt by his words and actions, I just shrugged him off and I said, "Go away. I do not want to talk to you." And on that very day, I booked in to camp with tears in my eyes. It was embarrassing. Everyone was looking at me, but I just couldn't control it, as much as I had wanted to.

    My dad wasn't there to share his NS experience with me. But there he was sharing his experience with my other cousins when that should have been me. My dad wasn't there for me when I needed someone to stand up for me when my aunt was spewing lies after lies about me. Instead, he took her side, forced me to apologize to her and once we reached home, I received a good beating from him. I just wished he'd asked me, what happened in the first place. But he didn't. The whole world was pretty much against me at that point of time. No one stood up for me. And I just took everything in despite it not being the truth.

    When others asked my dad about my favorite sport, he told them I'm not that much of an athletic person. You think I asked for any of this? My dad never brought me out to play soccer or hardly any sports at all. My dad wasn't that much of an influence to me.. at all so why was he making it seem like everything I do is entirely my fault?
    Sometimes, all I ever needed from my dad was something that no amount of money can buy. And that something is his precious words of encouragement, which may mean nothing to others but might just mean a lot to me.
    I just needed someone to tell me, "Congrats on your results!" instead of "Why (insert cousin's name) did better than you?" in reference to my O Level results, which was one digit away from being a single digit. (I thought that was good enough. But not good enough for him, I guess.)

    Or even, "Don't worry about NS, you'll be fine. Take every day as it comes." instead of "Just let him be la. He never go exercise. He will just die in NS." But I'm glad I had my uncle in Sydney calling me to talk about his experience and what to expect.

    Even until now, when I left for Brunei, while we were at the airport departure gate, I wanted to see if he'd say anything.. a goodbye at least. But he didn't. He said nothing to me for the whole week before I left. It seemed like he didn't care about me at all. Maybe I'm just expecting too much. Or maybe he did cared about me but he didn't know how to put it into words. Relationships are broken most of the time because of words being left unsaid.

    I try my very best to be that perfect son to him. I know I'm different from most guys out there. But I try, no matter how harsh he was and still is to me, I listen, do his bidding and respect him. His words always have their way of affecting me. When he commented that the house was messy, I pick up a broom, despite the time, and start sweeping the floor till it's dust free. When he said I'm always eating, I just stopped eating.

    Despite all of this, my dad should know that I'm proud of him for being a Prison Officer. And I can only imagine what it's like for him looking at the photos he brought back home after every event or when he gets promoted to a higher rank. He never talked to any of us about his job, but I wished he did.

    We may feel awkward talking to each other but that never stopped him from being a father to me. He actually does care for me, I just have to open my eyes wider to see it. And this side of him does exist.. and only shows rarely in certain cases when I'm sick.. or when I lost my phone, in which I was expecting him to shout at me but he didn't. He just bought me a new one, straight after work.

    That's my dad for you. It may seem that I do not care or bother about him at all.. but in fact, I do. I don't know what our family would do without him because though he may not be there at key milestones in my life, he was there for me most of the time when I was so much younger, fixing my bicycle whenever it broke down or replacing the tyre whenever it gets flat, fixing the television, computer and the list goes on and on. He may know how to fix almost everything.. but I just wished he knew how to fix and mend this broken relationship between him and me.

    Happy Birthday Dad. Thank you for everything you've done for me all this while since young. And don't worry, I won't dump you into the old folks' home when you're older and.. irritating cos that's the right thing to do.. after all you've done for me.

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    Wednesday, January 26, 2011
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    Circa 2006. 5 years ago.
    The best thing about photos is that it never changes, even if the people inside it do.
    - Andy Warhol
    I stumbled upon the above mentioned quote while I was surfing the web earlier on. The quote pretty much sums up what I've been feeling over the past few years or so.

    People always change. If it ever was a crime, won't we all be in jail right now? All of us are guilty of changing into someone different from who we were in the past. For some, it could be a positive change.. whereas for others, negative.

    I've always mentioned, 'Happiness is giving up'. How true is that?! We forsake our own happiness by letting go of the person we love in order for them to be happy. The price we have to pay for happiness.

    After all, the ones that really matters the most to you will always, ALWAYS stick with you no matter what. They may get lost along the way but they'll eventually find their way back to you. Just give them time.

    But then, aren't friends about accepting each other's flaws? And if you can't accept someone else's flaws, that makes you a bad person? To a certain extent, yes that is true. But sometimes people change into a totally different person.. that you hardly recognize no more and there you are taking in his/her flaws one by one until one day, you just can't deal with it no more. And everything just ends with a full stop right there.

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    Friday, January 21, 2011
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    "Wow. It's Friday already!"
    "What?! We've been here for FIVE days now?"
    "Man, that was fast."
    Yes, It's officially my fifth day and I'm still adjusting to the lifestyle here. I can't believe it's already five days. I could still remember the day I left Singapore to come here like it was yesterday.

    The night before I left.

    0200. Walking in and out of my own room, I was getting super paranoid about everything. First of all, I can not get myself to sleep. Next, I was unsure if I had remembered to bring all the items I had needed for the next 12 months. But facing the reality of all, I was actually anxious about the next day. I was not ready to leave at all. "Why didn't they give us another week to prepare for this?", I thought.

    0300. I knew I was way past my bedtime and I had only 2 and a half hours left to sleep before I leave for the airport. Fine, I'll just stop getting panicky about everything and just sleep for once. Closed my eyes.

    0530. My mom woke me up. It's time. I woke up feeling like I only slept for a minute or two. Insane. I took a shower for the last time in my house and got myself ready.. for d-day.

    0630. Time flies super fast in the morning, doesn't it? Before I left the house, I snapped a few photos of my room.. just so that I could remember how it was.. the way it was.. before I left. Finally, I loaded all of my heavy bags inside the car, wondering how the hell I was gonna carry all of those bags all my myself. But that was the least of my concern.. at that moment. I was figuring out how to say goodbye to them.. my family. Then, to my surprise, Mena and Hannie arrived at my house! They were without any makeup on and I was so glad that they were following us to the airport.. just to send me off.

    0700. We reached the airport. I saw a few of my fellow friends whom shared the same fate as I did. I checked in my bags first. 29.5kg. I got the shock of my life. That was my heaviest luggage to date! And well, I didn't have to pay the extra charges, which was a good thing actually. Just imagine all the money I'd have to end up paying! Oh god.

    At the airport. After check in!

    After checking in the bags, I had my final breakfast with my family (Mena and Hannie included, cos they ARE family.) We had 'roti prata'. And honestly, that was by far the best 'roti prata' I've ever had in my entire 20 years of life. The feeling of contentment, love and satisfaction that came along with it was just.. priceless. I'm glad I got to eat it with the rest of my family seated with me. A great feeling, it was.

    I sat down with them for a long time, almost forgetting that I am leaving them for a whole year to go to Brunei. We talked about a lot of things. But I remained quiet most of the time just because I just wanted to remember that moment - That moment when nothing else matters except for your family.

    0830. This is really happening, isn't it? - I questioned myself. We slowly walked to the departure gate and there I was holding back my tears as much as I could (like a true man, I kid). Whether I was ready or not, I had to go eventually. I gave each and every one of them a hug before saying my final goodbyes. It was hard, but I did it. As I started disappearing from their sight, I gave them a flying kiss then I walked as fast as I could. Yeah, then the tears started flowing like a tap water that could not be stopped.

    That was by far the hardest thing I ever did. It was not walking 24km with a huge load on my bag nor was it a never ending 8km run. It was just a simple goodbye.

    The ones I love.

    My family. 

    And now, I'm here. After a 2 hour flight journey and many bus rides that came along with it.. followed by another 45 minutes ferry ride. I'm happy I managed to still contact my mom and video call both her and my sister. Never has a single day passed while I'm here have I not thought much about them. I think about them all the time - How they're doing.. What they're doing. I miss them a lot. And I'd do anything just to see them again.

    Mom and sister. Love them a lot.

    I've yet to unpack all my items due to some problems but everything is all good. There's internet here and with internet, I will survive. And I'll definitely survive the next 12 months. I know I will.

    P.s I might be going to Sydney, Australia again in May instead of flying back to Singapore? So for the rest of you.. I'll only be back in November? I think.

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    Monday, January 17, 2011
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    With the family.

    With the girls.


    Hello Brunei.

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    Sunday, January 16, 2011
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    One week was the time given to me to do lots of stuff. Pack my bags. Meet up with friends for the last time before I fly off. Spend time with family. Do the things I liked doing before I get away from Singapore. WHERE GOT ENOUGH TIME?

    Packing my bags was one hell of a chore. Being given a small duffel bag to stuff most of my army items in seemed pretty much of an impossible task. I started packing on Monday (being the 'kiasu' self that I am) and never in my life have I perspired so much just by packing. Actually stuffing everything in the duffel bag was not the problem.. the real challenge is to actually zip it up! But I did it... after 3 days of trial and error worthy of a jigsaw puzzle challenge.

    So here's my one week... all in a nutshell. Trust me when I say I had not enough sleep 'cos there were days when I just felt like fainting due to the headaches.


    Met up with the Mass Comm gang (Jarrel, Anand, Xin Mun, Chee, Ching, Shermaine, Noh) for a 'round of Sushi buffet. I'm quite sick of Sushi actually, after having it every week consecutively. Oh and congrats to you bangz (Anand) for your POP and getting into OCS!

    Xin Mun, Anand and Jarrel. Reminiscing about how Xin Mun fell off the chair in the school loft.

    Chingzy and Shermaine! The two ex-urbanwire girls.

    Noh, Myself, Chee! Upon Noh's arrival, I asked him, "So which Slimming centre do you frequent to? I want to sign up and be a member there!"

    I actually love my Mass Comm Friends. Haha!


    I had a special date with Ray after not having met this boy for a long long time. Watched Love and Other Drugs (Jake Gyllenhall and Anne Hathaway!), Shopped around Ion and Had dinner at umm Burger Kingz!

    Oh how I miss those days when we'd just camwhore non-stop with our macbooks!

    Of course with my crazy girls. Belting out malay tunes.. screeching and dancing!

    We did another crazy video..and I'm still in the midst of adjusting the audio and whatever nonsense. Will upload it soon! I'll miss them. We have been friends for almost a decade now. We're more than friends.. we're family. Love them.


    Kak Nadiah treated me to dinner at Fish & Co. Delicious!

    Nadee couldn't join the rest of us on Tuesday.. so she met me on a separate occasion. And she treated me to dinner! So sweet of her!

    Met up with the rest of my Mass Comm mates.. the malay ones this time 'round. But before that I threaded my brows for the first time! Just to give it an edge and more definition. Haha! I love my new brows!

    And then met the rest of these guys at Tong seng.. just because I felt like eating there after not having eaten there for a long long time. After that.. we went to have a round of sheesha at Arab Street and played monopoly deal! It was Irma's and Noh's first time at sheesha-ing!

    So many polaroids! But I love 'em all!

    I feel extremely fat beside him. Lain kali bawak kereta beb! (Next time bring car!)

    The two minahreps. They reminded me that I used to tell them about every single detail of my life. So grateful for them la.



    Mom brought me out for lunch at Breeks! And then I got my new shoes from Pedro! I love my new shoes! I'm bringing it to Brunei!

    Kristel was begging for me to meet her. So yes, I did.. since she was around Tampines area. Gave her a lecture for not spending enough time with me because bitch, I deserve to have more quality time with you than your boyfriend. Hahaha!


    This was THE DAY. The second m:idea Youth Choice Awards. I don't know how I ended up helping out 'cos I sure did not remember offering to help out.. but for Ronald's sake.. yes I helped out as a chaperone.

    Eunice baked brownies for me! I almost ate all of them in one go! Just because they were so delicious! Thank you babe! Love you!

    Aqilah was sweet enough to come all the way from home just to visit me. Yes bitch, I deserve this kind of treatment! She got me a hugeass singlet from Bali only to realise that I am not that huge anymore. Thanks ah!

    Then rushed over to The Asian Market Cafe at Fairmount Hotel for dinner! Celebrated dad's and cousin's birthday! I don't mind going there for dinner again!



    Spent the whole day at home.. in my room. I'll miss my room when I'm gone. Now I'm just counting down to my morning flight tomorrow. Auf Wiedersehn people! I may be away from Singapore.. but I'll still be here in the online world! So stay tuned to this blog.. for updates while I'm in Brunei!

    How I wish this week was longer.

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    Sunday, January 09, 2011
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    Hit the play button and read the post below.
    The Awkward Goodbye - Athlete

    In our lives, we probably have three places that we call home. For some, four or more if they are in luck. Of course, the first of the three places would be our actual home, which comes with its very own living room, the kitchen and a personal room filled with our things - Clothes, Records, Computer etc. Our second home would probably be the office (or school, for some) that we go to every single weekday without fail. It may be your most stressful home in your entire life but that is the place that you make a lot of money to bring home to your family. 

    At many points of our lives, we switch between our first and second home to and fro. That's when you wonder, so what's our third home? Well, we never know when at which point of our lives we'll be given our third home - Our grave. As morbid as that may sound, that's where all of us will be sent to when we have run out of credits to play the Game of Life. It's not exactly the same as as opposed to when you are in the arcade because you can still buy credits to continue the game that you are playing. It's different. When life reads 'Game Over', there's no second chance for you and all that you can do is to accept it and move on.

    Today, I visited my grandmother's grave along with my parents. As much as I still regret not saying a lot of things to her before she departed from this world on the 4th February 2010, I had but no choice but to accept the fact that she's gone and left an empty hole in many of our hearts, especially the ones that loved her dearly.


    I can still remember vividly on the 4th February last year, I received the worst phone call ever from my mother in the early morning at 8am. "Amirul, datang kat rumah nenek sekarang. Nenek dah meninggal." (Amirul, come to your grandmother's house now. She has just passed away), my mom told me as she was weeping away on the other line. I was in disbelief. I couldn't accept the fact that she was just gone just like that. I mean, I didn't even get to say goodbye to her! I rushed to the toilet.. showered.. got myself dressed and ran all the way towards my grandmother's house. (Not exaggerating, her house was just a stone throw away from my place.)

    That's when I saw my grandmother. Paleness covered her whole face. But there she was, without a look of regret, my grandmother was smiling on her death bed, as though she had a great run in the Game of Life. I bent down and touched her hand. It was as cold as an ice cube. Then, almost instantly, tears started rolling down my eyes and there I was sobbing away, as much as I tried to hold back my tears, I just can't. My grandmother was gone and there was nothing that I could do 'cept to cry.

    "She really loved you Amirul. She always asked about you all the time. She loved you a lot.", my mom repeated that quite a lot of times with tears in her eyes. She added, "If you really want to help her, go and read some prayers for your grandmother." And off I did. 

    As I was reading my prayers for my grandmother, memories from the past started rushing to my mind, not like that'd help to soothe my crying and weeping. It just made it worse. Memories from when I was young and she would pick me up from my old house to bring me out to play at the playground, to buy ice cream for me, to the times when I would constantly have sleepovers at her place during the weekend, where we would bake pastries together while listening and singing to the songs playing on the radio to the time when she was finally silenced by a stroke and try as I might, I didn't know how to communicate with her. I loved my grandmother a lot. And I still do. Many times I tell myself, if only she was still alive, I'd do a lot of things for her but then again, it's life and you only have one shot at it.

    My grandmother was always helping other people whenever they needed help. But the ironic thing is that she was unable to help herself in the times that she needed and even in that situation, she still helped others. My grandmother was a strong woman, a great cook and a loving mother. But to me, she was the bestest grandmother that I could never have ever asked for - A Super-grandmother! Haha.

    My mom told me to say goodbye to her at my grandmother's grave. Well, why say goodbye when I will definitely be there again once I'm back from Brunei? One year is a short time for me to say goodbye to her.

    I'm annoyed that I would not be there on her 1st death anniversary this year, as I will be in Brunei but always know that my heart (no matter how deep a hole she has created after having left this world) will always have a place for her. 

    And deep down, my grandmother will always always be alive no matter what because these memories shared by my grandmother and myself will always always be remembered no matter what and will be passed down in future generations and decades to come. So no matter the distance, my grandmother will always be close to my heart. I love you grandmother. And thank you for always looking out for me, especially in times when I needed someone.


    I Love You. Always.

    P.s For those of you who still have a grandmother in your life, please know that you are considered a very lucky person. So cherish her, appreciate her and love her until the day you are finally unable to do so anymore. And for those who do not have a grandmother anymore.. treat your parents, especially your mother, the way you wished you would have treated your grandmother had she still been alive and never make the same mistake again.

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    Monday, January 03, 2011
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    What a way to kickstart the new year! Year-end sale everywhere in town. From 30% to 70% discount. Of course, I gave in to the temptation, right? I thought to myself, "Just buy one t-shirt. Just one." We know how that usually ends up at the end of the day, yes?

    Here's what I bought from Zara
    (Their collections deserves a whole lotta love)


    Black and White Striped T-shirt: $29.90 (Original Price: $39.90)
    Floral-Printed T-Shirt: $39.90 (Original Price: $49.90)
    Blue Denim Jeans: $49.90 (Original Price: $89.90)
    I'm very satisfied with my stash. I love my new jeans (HUGE STEAL). I'm still in disbelief that my waist size is now 30! (Well, it's been dropping as the years passed by but still!) And I'll tell you right now that stripes are gonna be in the 'in' thing in a few more months. Just wait for that. Plus, you can call me feminine, I don't care. I just love floral-prints on a T-Shirt. It's so pretty.. and I can't wait to wear it out!

    P.s Thanks mom for buying most of the stuff above! Haha!

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    Friday, December 31, 2010
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    Reflecting back on 2010 - It was definitely a good year for me despite the rocky start in the beginning. I was drowning in my projects at the start of the year, (I know, a great way to welcome the year for me.) which explains my absence from the online world. I just couldn't juggle (being the only designer in my internship company) between work and personal life, hurting my social life badly. But I'm glad it did. 'Cos at least now I know who's true to me and who's well.. in a ride with me.

    I'm also proud to say that I've finally graduated with a Diploma in Mass Communication from Ngee Ann Polytechnic! (My GPA is pretty decent, just so you know) Upon completion of my three-year course in Ngee Ann Polytechnic, I applied for a place in a Singapore University, NTU, to be precise. I decided to pursure a Degree in Arts, Design and Media but however, my application proved to be unsuccessful. Besides, I wasn't quite sure if that was the direction that I wanted to be heading in the future. I guess everything happens for a reason, yes? And I decided to further my studies in an overseas university - Sydney pursuing a Degree in Communication Studies. Of course, I got in. Hehe.

    My Graduation! Got photoshoot somemore! Cool, yes?

    I'm proud with my fellow colleagues from m:idea for successfully planning the first m:idea Youth Choice Awards event over at Ngee Ann Polytechnic. Being the one and only designer handling the event - It was tough work! But hey, nothing is impossible.. right? I'm glad I had that crazy and stressful experience. It was definitely an eye-opener for me, as I was the main guy who had to liase with the celebrities who attended the event. I met a lot of local celebs (Ris Low, Muttons, Utt etc) and blogger, Fauzi Rassull - Amazing guy! And he won the 'Coolest Blogger I Wanna Gossip With (xoxo)' award! I'm glad he did 'cos I'd love to hang out with him one day and just bitch and gossip non-stop!

    I definitely enjoyed being part of the event.. and also meeting the local celebs!

    Also, Kris Allen and Adam Lambert was in town for a gig! Thanks to @bchee and some of the other crazy people at ontd_ai, I got to see Kris Allen live.. from the first row! I still remembered how all of us just molested and groped him all over and Kris mentioned in an interview that he felt his gig in Singapore was weird. I know I saw a girl groping his junk and then screaming (after the show, of course) "IT'S REALLY BIG!" Man, no wonder he said it was weird. They should really put up an age restriction limit next time!

    Kris Allen does look quite sexy here, agree? Hahaha!

    Moving on, I can't believe I went on A LOT of holiday trips this year! (Phuket, Kuala Lumpur and Australia) I'm glad I got to spend Phuket and Kuala Lumpur (I realise I have yet to blog about this, oops!) with my close girlfriends sisters (to call them girlfriends is such an understatement. They are my sisters). I loved visiting my uncle in Aussie. It was helluva fun! (Which reminds me that I have yet to complete my travelogue for Aussie, oops!)


    Phuket.. lovely place. Shopping! Beautiful sea. With great friends!

    KL WAS CRAZY!

    I love Sydney! Can't wait to go there again!

    Then of course, there were the birthdays. It's like a ritual, every year. I'm still quite pissed at what happened on my sister's birthday (People planning without informing me about a single thing. People just not caring a single thing) It really showed me the true colors of certain people but I'm way past that.

    Of course my picture is in the middle! It's my blog! haha!

    This was also the year I got enlisted into National Service. I can whine and complain all about NS all day long but I did lost a lot of weight ever since then. Being able to fit in S-size t-shirts, the feeling you get is just incredible. Motivates me to lose even more weight.

    I never realised how similar both of these pictures look. It's omg. Haha.

    I've also done quote a lot of stupid things this year. I did a crazy video for Express Nike, along with Aini and Jarrel, my two close friends from Mass Comm. Then there were the other crazy videos I did with the Pretty Children and also with my m:idea colleagues. Haha!






    The Express Nike Video. Can't Touch This.


    I probably overplayed this video a million times alr.


    And who could forget (I did, actually) that I was on Berita Harian?! I still hate the stupid headline, which reads - 'Sleeping in School'. Deserves a WTF, seriously.

    I remember running down to the nearest mama shop and 7 eleven to get a few copies of Berita Harian.

    I got my heart broken too.. this year. I guess 'Hurt people tend to hurt people' and I ended up making stupid decisions. Making stupid decisions is fine.. as long as you come back to your normal actual self at the end of the day.

    Well, I guess that sums up my 2010! Anything more than what I've just written will probably involve my experience in NS, and no I don't like blogging about my NS life because it will bore you ultimately, and we do not want that, eh?


    P.s And yes, if you're wondering (or not), I will be away from Singapore for a period of 1 whole year! I'm bummed that I'll be spending my 21st birthday down there and missing out on a lot of other important occasions and concerts. I'll be in Brunei for an overseas NS posting. I have mixed feelings about it but I guess it's a good thing.. to go away from the crazy life I have in Singapore over to Brunei. I'll definitely blog while I'm in Brunei so keep updated with my blog 'cos things will get interesting fo' sure! And once I come back from Brunei.. It's 6 months to ORD! And that.. I look forward to.

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