Dream again?!

What in the name of giant broccoli are dreams supposed to be?! I have just encountered one which seemed a sequel to the previous few I encountered. As though they were what happened in my previous life or alternate soul. They don't have a nexus with my own life, the one typing this post right now. Unless if someone in this world believes that a guy like me can shoot FIRE from my goddamn palms, pierce through three skulls with my goddamn fingers, and change the season with my feeble mind power or willpower or whatever.

What happened was... this time... I was in this ancient, secluded place. It consisted of old and demolished buildings. they were brown of dust and green of algae. I felt maybe this place was killed by ancient tsunami, flood and hurricanes. No one was seen. Not even their corpses. The only breathing souls were: Me, that girl who appeared in my head quite a few times before, two other friends who really felt familiar, only that they took up non-human forms too, and a fat human guy. This fat human guy was wearing explorer gears and holding a compass, a map and a small dagger to defend himself or for survival. I was, of course, not human(as I said, I already wasn't in the previous times). Luckily, no one was emotionally disturbed. Who would've guessed? These two familiar people were really familiar. Both of which were two of my cronies. One from Greenwood Primary 6J, the other from Greenwood Primary 6J during year 2007. Yeah their souls were there. Even communicating with them reassured me.

Oh yeah! Then combat was involved. I remember splitting up to explore these ruins. Then I encountered a huge three-headed dog. It was red and totally had no fur on it. It was nasty and kept barking and preparing to devour me. Its breath stinks, well... their breath stink here. I cannot exactly pinpoint how I defeated it. But I still won. This really was retarded: I manipulated the season and it suddenly turned all WINTER! It got freezing cold, complimenting the current me under air-conditioned shelter. I remember killing it by piercing through their skulls with these fingers. OUCH!

Not sure about the others, but hope they managed to pull through. Whad'dya guess? It is all over. I don't really care, for it was just a dream...

Today is Sunday and quite windy here in Singapore. Wind... Might it reap up a storm later?

I've made a huge bet with a friend. I can say that it really is quite selfish for him. It is about a bet between us, but focuses on myself only. It is this: we bet whether I will succeed in my relationship with her. My bet is that I WILL succeed this challenge. While his was saying NOT. The price was also really weird. I randomly thought of something: whisky... How retarded can I be?!

If I win, he will owe me that little thing. Whiskies may sound weird for a bet. I am not looking forward to the drink; it is the bottle that I want. Usually the bottle come in fancy shapes. Maybe I could get my revenge by smashing the bottle on Zhang Wen Han(old nemesis) and ruin his face for humiliating her in Primary School. If anyone knows his whereabouts, tell him to watch out.

However if I lose... I owe BX that whatever new series of Sony PlayStation that would release in the future. Good thing he doesn't care whatever series it will be as long as it was the latest. PlayStation 5, PlayStation 6, PlayStation DX+, or even PlayStation K.L (That's just random...)

I have one more thing to say. It really is contradicting to say "Words itself mean nothing" when others may say "Words itself have power". There are other contradictions in other famous idioms but I cannot mention all of them due to incapability of remembering them. "Action speaks louder than words"...?

"The Week" Is there even a fucking Day 5?!?

I don't wanna talk about relationships anymore. What I know is: both side have to lose first before anyone can win. Being friends with that girl I like may seem like a good start. However that pendant was already a HUGE mistake. My aunt told me that giving such an expensive to a mere friend is close to suicide. If only I have had a way to apologize... Being friends doesn't even give me a proper start. I walked that bumpy road with many gaps.

Does anyone know how it feels like? For a guy like me to live this life? People may start laughing in conversations with other friends. My existence is a party-pooper. When I start chatting with these laughing people, they instantly stopped laughing. As though I am totally inferior to them. Even I daren't joke with them for my joker ability doesn't fulfill their humor demand. They demand perfectly comedic jokers. Others like me are not even worth attention. I met old friends out in the street. But they won't even say 'hi' to me. When I tried saying "hello" to a guy in school, I was ignored. How freaking pissed off I am. My existence itself doesn't resolve problems rather it attracts more conflicts and hate. It cannot go up but can go down. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!

"The Week" Last day

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What the fuck! Ms Maz really is bullshit. Over long hair can make us waste our fucking precious time!? She will never have a second chance in life. SHE TOTALLY FAIL IN LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Suffering from depression now, because of my utter failure by external threats. I've spoken to a friend of mine who tried cheering me up. Maybe this doesn't have to be "The Week"... I still have bridging lessons to contact her again. This time, I really hope I could ask her out for lunch. It is not dating, right?

Respect

A person of respect is someone who gets people to be able to raise their heads up high on him or honors him. People are never born respected. It is about that exchange of honorary impression. You respect others, vice-versa. Lee Kwan Yew, our Prime Minister, gained really high amount of respect from the residents residing in his country. Though small, gaps are never unoccupied in this small island nation. Locals, foreigners alike, gave him respect in exchange for a shelter, job and family.

However, that particular counterpart of respect is a factor known as "fear". Why? To fear someone is because that fearful bastard is being disregarded. We all know that "Virtues are products of 3 years of hard work, whereas sins are products of 3 minutes of dare." What about respect and fear? "Respect is attributed by renown, so is fear. They may take 3 days to gain, they may even take 30 years to obtain."

Somethings like respect is not hard to obtain. You must truly believe that you are famous in order to be famous. You must respect others as well as yourself to get others to respect. On the contrary, you must NOT fear others nor yourself to let others fear you. It is all about the willpower and trust a person have. Belief is a base to construct anything.

In the mafia as a boss, respect is a fundamental to living. If not, expect getting beaten up by your men in mutiny. As a hitman, respect is a fundamental to your career. Clients need good impression of you in order for you to get hired. There are many other classifications of members of the mafia, but I shall not say it. Just to avoid trouble.

Why the hell am I saying all this shit? At least I can tell you these are not bullshits. They are real...

The feeling of meeting up with that person you have not met after so long...

You see, I knew no one would be interested in my blog, except people like BX, so I am gonna say this. Bet none of my classmate's gonna visit here and read anything I post. By the way, I met up with Jacky, who seemed a little subdued when I chatted with him. Hey guess what? Mr Chicken in our class tried to take this as an advantage to "seduce" Jacky with lame jokes. All he does is act and talk stupid. Even more stupid than chickens. Well what can you say about a chicken king? My friends. I should say you all shouldn't try to contact this chicken bastard. See him as a social joker? More like a social extra in life, an epic failure and disgrace. A person who cannot get along with the more complex and intelligent, rather he became a bitch of simple-minded sore losers like Kai Hwee...

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I personally feel that I have become more and more of a weird person. The 'O' levels ain't joke. It is a serious business for Singapore students such as one self as me. For your info, the preparations start NOW!! No wonder we were assigned bridging lessons by respective teachers... My life dealing relationship. I think I have a fair deal of chance to live up to her demands. If she wants me to be a man of honor and great respect from friends and strangers alike, even though I don't think that's what she wants, I might as well give it a try.

Please don't despise me or throw criticizes on me if I say this: The most important aspect to happiness in me is Respect...... On the next post, I shall define its definition to me and why I think so.

"The Week" Day 3

Today's incident really pissed me off. A bitch teacher caught many people for long hair. It was prejudiced. She only targeted people likely with long fringes. I am no exception. As a form of punishment, we were forced to STAY BACK TO FUCKING DO NOTHING!! Anyone can guess what happened regarding meeting with her. I was so pissed off that emotions got me. I went home, shouting that unique sexual vocabulary which was slang to everyone in the world. Wearing school uniform and shouting that. Whad'dya guess? Crazy I am.

Next I skipped that detaining. So what if it was a mere 1/2 hour? Not as if I have nothing important other than studies. Like we were automatons and could stand up doing motherfucking businesses without rest. I have a love, I have a life. I am not your mindless slave, so stop stealing our, OUR freedom!!!

Oh gosh, tomorrow is that big day, but I still sense somethings are amiss. What should I do? I really don't want to see BX with those flames over him and that burning legion of "Get ready 2 get PWNED by d 1337 >:(" ... As a natural hitman, I have to keep my cool. I will find a way to succeed. Just you wait, guys.

"The Week" Day 2

I was a little lucky this time. My class, thanks to some people, succeeded in cooperating with Mr Lee. This allowed us to be dismissed on time. Anyways I think I will try asking her out for lunch. Does anyone think it will hurt to accompany a guy like me for lunch? Lunch is NOT dating.

My progress is kinda slow. This is because we spent most of our time chatting about career talk and our decision and goals to our future. Didn't get much information from her though. I did say what I had to say. Unfortunately a steady relationship shall be left for next time. I trust she is still not ready. Wouldn't want to be Nicholas Chan no 2.

Before the actual event had taken place, I was so distracted and nervous that I slept in at different intervals. Remembering clearly is I went to the restroom a total of 7 times. Not anything embarrassing though. Because I just drank a little too much water before sleeping in. Yeah, today I felt very exhausted as though finished a war. My eyelids were struggling to open. My head felt like a whirlwind and spinning around. My muscles were barely operational. In the end all these sufferings lead to nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G!!!

No one will understand how devastated I would feel when I am not even certain on how important or inferior is my presence to her. Worse, when I don't even know WHAT THE FUCK IS MY COMPOSITION SCORES!?!?!!?!?!?!

"The Week" Day 1

Failed almost to death. I promise my Maths teacher that I will skip her bridging lessons during the holidays because of THIS!! : I was late for like 5 fucking minutes. Her class had PE for that particular 3rd period, the one before early school dismissal. While the fucking school gate is just a stupid 80+ meters away from the parade square. Imagine having the thought of using the best shortcut of a high building(Well you should be able to tell what) just to catch up? Fuck you all to hell!!!

Next time, I might consider to alter-ego back to that daredevil side of me the next time. The next time... just you wait.

"In any and every battle, no one is ever alone"

So, that's it. Tomorrow is the day I started the ball rolling. This ball can roll left and sail on a path smooth as silk, or even go right into a craggy road of cracks and bumps. It could even go on that particular path many have journeyed on before: "The Center". It is where the ball encounter a huge hole ranged ten miles, depth of 100 miles amplitude from sea level. The ball is never predictable. It doesn't have a mind either. It can go smooth and end on the finishing point, it could go on the bumpy road and shake a lot but ultimately still end on that same finish point, worse if it drops into that hole and never be seen again. Even worse, if it never even started rolling and leaving the initial point.

However, I shall not back down from a worthy fight. Whether it means life or death, I just know that there will be that special group of people who will welcome me upon my success with whisky and chocolate fudges while shedding tears and holding in memory of me upon my failure on my funeral: friends. These are not just ordinary friends, they are BFFs. They will believe in me, for I also believe them.

Oh and sorry, visitors for not getting on the main point yet. What I was about to say was about how I shall take the ultimate 2nd level of relationship: getting to know and understand the girl I love, meanwhile exchanging information of mine. Get me?