tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55505482011-04-22T08:27:51.502+08:00.davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comBlogger4511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-72495627043035177822008-03-20T08:44:00.002+08:002008-03-20T09:31:53.285+08:00

It's been a long time since I've blogged, I think that's obvious enough. Sitting here on my computer, I can hear my neighbour's kids singing along to the radio 5 hours a day. With that level of personal experience, I think it's safe to say I'm pretty much an expert on "Music that attracts autistic kids". From my point of view, autistic people listen to things like Butterfly("Aye ya yi yay, I'm a

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-19195270177012575492008-02-07T12:01:00.000+08:002008-02-07T12:53:55.679+08:00

My apologies for this long overdue update. There hasn't been much to update these days, because everything's pretty much stagnant, and I figured you guys don't wanna hear about me bitching about my upcoming exams.Anyways, just two resolutions this year. No smoking, no wanking. The first has been a success so far, and I've overcome the temptation of drinking and smoking simultaneously. So far,

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SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous OneSpontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. A loner most of the time. Loses patience easily and will not take crap. If in a bad mood stay FAR away. Gets offended easily and remembers the offense forever. Loves deeply but at times will not show it feels it is a sign of weakness. Has many fears

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-42008933078598186292007-12-23T10:44:00.000+08:002007-12-23T11:13:52.722+08:00

It's Christmas time, and I finally got down to pondering about what exactly Christmas meant to me. For the last few years, Christmas was never about the birth of Christ or mankind's salvation. All it was about was dressing up to my finest, going to midnight mass on Christmas' Eve, receiving many mass-made identical cards and candy, getting a few personalised Christmas presents from people who

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-39257966941624111602007-12-16T20:40:00.000+08:002007-12-16T21:26:02.747+08:00

All I want for my birthday, Christmas and New Year is for me to drink, smoke and get so drunk I don't remember anything and yet not have a hangover the next day. Oh, and for Eugenia not to hate Parveen. But I guess even Mr Santa Allah Lucifer Christ won't be able to do that.Funny, the one year I decide not to put on a facade and fit in with people, the one year I find myself without any plans. I

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-88006389227317771242007-11-14T00:34:00.000+08:002007-11-14T00:35:36.033+08:00

Yay. I just realised that most of my ex-girlfriends turned fugly after they broke up with me. This calls for a celebration. All hail the power of Facebook and Friendster.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-88395114107757291002007-11-01T23:10:00.000+08:002007-11-01T23:11:06.492+08:00

FUCK.

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It's been a long time since I blogged, and I wish it was with joy that I do so. Alas, it is with a heavy heart that I've to turn to this electronic device to express my emotions.I haven't really told anyone this, but I've been terribly emotional these days. I suppose I haven't got the mental or emotional capacity to deal with the loss of several close friends, with each loss almost planned out

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-35712862283412209072007-10-12T00:34:00.000+08:002007-10-12T01:09:28.408+08:00

Jeez, just came back from blog-hopping. Never really seen so many ugly people in such a small space before. I think I shall go make myself feel exclusive by adding "Please don't add me or send messages to me if you don't know me personally." I think girls feel very important and pretty the moment they put that up on their Friendster profiles, regardless of how they look. I really should patent

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-10212080651371154212007-10-06T16:31:00.000+08:002007-10-06T16:32:19.886+08:00

dre [beware the Jalan Sarina monster] says:I think anyone who thinks getting David wasted is a fantastic idea needs his IQ checkedYou know who you are.David 1 Sean 1

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Sometimes, I lie in my bed, just wondering when the next blow would come. A few things to clarify, I'm not particularly unhappy with my life, I'm not in depression and I would be hard pressed to find ten things that I'm pissed off about. Okay, maybe not the last one, I could find a gazimibitrillion things to be pissed off about, if I wanted to. What I'm trying to say is that life isn't

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-68002039838388353122007-09-11T01:52:00.000+08:002008-12-09T17:42:44.915+08:00

If this doesn't put to rest the argument that aliens don't exist, I don't know what will.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-11755552347038988442007-09-11T00:34:00.000+08:002007-09-11T01:05:38.376+08:00

Because I'm such a fucker and I revel in my enemies' misery (unlike Christians...er...I think), http://funky-chunky-monkey.blogspot.com/ and the comments for the post really made my day. I think it's just hilarious that people can try to mask all the hate in a simple "God's Love" blog. I should try that one day, and see if I can get away with half the things I do. I guess having more and more

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-5750686559303107882007-08-27T06:12:00.000+08:002007-08-27T06:38:10.231+08:00

I think I can rest at ease now, with alot of my fears being allayed. It's just something I have to accept, that Chris might be nonchalant about everything, but it doesn't mean he doesn't care. I appreciated it a whole lot that he spent his last hours in Singapore with his girlfriend and I. I supposed I was so resigned to losing him that I barely expected to see him before he left. But well, he

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-41107927648350114302007-08-25T19:33:00.000+08:002007-08-25T19:52:42.254+08:00

No doubt, it's with a heavy heart I write this entry. Chris is returning back to the other side of the world. I don't think we met more than 5 times in his time here, and well he's leaving again. That's one friend down. It always bothered me how nonchalant he was about everything, and sometimes, at the risk of sounding gay, I wonder how much this friendship between us means to him.And on the

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I realised after quite some time, that I've got no idea what love is. At time when I'm by myself, I wonder if Eugenia's with me for ulterior motives, I wonder if I'm with her just so that the status quo can be kept and I wonder if Andre's being so nice to me because he sees me as one of his "pet projects" that he can sheperd back to church one day. But after a while, I come to see that all these

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I suppose it's all just bread and wine to me now. After taking great pains to ensure that today's return to mass after forever happened, I just found that it held very little meaning for me now. Certainly, I think that people in church have the basic courtesy that many huge secular organisations outside lack, but I think that this courtesy can so often be mistaken for love. And when this mistake

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-85377351688026833832007-07-23T00:02:00.000+08:002007-07-23T00:03:52.336+08:00

I don't like who I am. With or without anyone's help, that'll soon change.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-27515951255063469772007-07-16T03:52:00.000+08:002007-07-16T04:04:01.803+08:00

There're quite a number of people that I'd like to say "Fuck you" to. But somehow, I always find that I don't. And going by the theory of cognitive dissonance, I tend to attribute this not to David being a kind and gentle Christian, but more towards the idea of Karma. For instance, if they do shit to me, and I scold them, the karma debt is repaid and that's the end of it. But if I hold my anger

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-35793378442188917772007-07-12T19:44:00.000+08:002007-07-12T19:45:05.482+08:00

The prodigal son has only so many credits before the "Continue?" option reads "Game Over."

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-53406346154697612152007-06-14T03:04:00.000+08:002007-06-14T03:35:27.336+08:00

After clearing up all distractions like my PS2, DOTA, Utopia, Medieval: Total War, my guitar, my two new books, my friends, my girlfriend, my porn, I finally find the mood to sit and pen down my thoughts. And well, I must say it's been a long time, and I'm not only losing the interest in writing, I think I'm losing the knack of it too. But oh well here goes nothing.First and foremost, I think

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-16362069363197691792007-05-21T03:15:00.001+08:002007-05-21T03:16:31.976+08:00

CHRISTOPHER IS IN TOWN! YEAH MOTHERFUCKER YEAH!

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It's just come to my attention that the church is actually pretty similar to the wrestling industry. If you don't know anything about the current wrestling scene, then I'm afraid you'll be totally lost in this post. Essentially, I think that includes just about ALL of you.But coming back to my point, you've got the good guys, and you've got the bad guys. And on the other hand, you've got the good

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-17145585110303951092007-05-15T12:47:00.000+08:002007-05-15T12:48:43.399+08:00

I don't use "beautiful" to describe things very often. This is beautiful.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9VqosFpHe4

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-77057949203354811582007-05-13T18:47:00.000+08:002007-05-13T23:20:44.985+08:00

In view of the fact that my very good friend asked me to repost it, I'm gonna try to reproduce my previous post once again. I was about to be a bastard, and say that there wasn't enough people clamouring for me to repost it, but oh well, I guess one can have enough of being a bastard. So here we go again. Please try to note that this post only contains about 70% of the original hatred and anger.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-86478603801829096192007-05-10T13:20:00.000+08:002007-05-10T13:21:10.098+08:00

If enough people ask, I'll consider retyping the previous post."Rolling stones don't get peed on. See you at the finishing line, motherfuckers."

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-33300358824834876682007-05-08T22:36:00.000+08:002007-05-09T16:09:16.727+08:00

fuck this shit. one entire post gone. Cheebye.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-4630807086850280132007-04-20T03:34:00.000+08:002007-04-20T04:07:37.980+08:00

I'll have to be honest. Everytime I see Krystle at Mac's, I feel like a needle's piercing my left eyeball. It just brings back so many memories, most of which I think she's a bitch for causing, and even more those of which I think I was a dick for creating. And I turn into this mega-emo monster and I can't tell anyone about it. So i call Andre, and we have a big long chat. And then I call Eugenia

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-89310976726720858172007-04-15T17:17:00.000+08:002007-04-15T17:20:32.368+08:00

Okay, lest there be any further misunderstandings from now on, let me make things clear and simple from now on. Last night was absolutely my fault. I promised to go town and celebrate with you guys, and I backed out at the last minute. Jon, Black, Toad, I'm sorry for that.But more importantly, I want it to be clear that from now till my exams are done, I will not be heading down to town for any

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-58086699174368893522007-04-04T03:40:00.000+08:002007-04-04T04:07:52.034+08:00

You know, life's strange. Really strange. Ask me a year back who I thought my friends would be in ten years time, and I would give you an utterly different answer from what I would say right now. Certainly there're constants, the unshakeable pillars that remain, regardless of where they go or what happens to your faith, but well, it's terribly sad that so many others will be just left along the

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-78703294934621710782007-03-20T17:48:00.000+08:002007-03-20T20:49:52.792+08:00

I must say, I'm one who really finds discomfort in happiness. Things right now are really fine and dandy, Eugenia, band, studies etc, but something just doesn't feel right. And before the zealots come charging in to say "Jesu....", I would say "Shut up" in a million ways worse than just those two words. It's just that I miss 2003 and 2005 so much, when I was simply doing nothing but hating

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-74681522800770219762007-03-20T01:44:00.000+08:002007-03-20T02:15:42.903+08:00

"Prayer: The last refuge of a scoundrel." - Lisa Simpson

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-49111774297087011612007-03-08T02:07:00.000+08:002007-03-08T02:45:56.621+08:00

I think that churchgoers are the biggest bunch of wankers I've met. Now now, before I get the Catholic Association of Zealot Bloggers on my arse, let me reiterate that this is, by no means, anything negative, and it definitely goes beyond the literal sense. Well, we all know how Catholics are supposed to abstain from sowing their seed before marriage, so I guess that's somewhat of an excuse for

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-39142540377868040512007-03-05T02:06:00.000+08:002007-03-05T02:47:53.012+08:00

I've been alot of thinking. Well, to be frank, it's all you really do when you're studying. What's the difference between being a hypocrite and being nicer than you usually are? Sometimes, I think that people making an effort to be nice are undeservedly seen as being a big fake. But I guess that's how things are, intentions are so often blurred, while earnest efforts are often seen as being

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-90458211763518695032007-02-27T20:08:00.000+08:002008-12-09T17:42:45.304+08:00

And this is my band, White Lights. From the left, you've got Toad, our bassist. The resident clown who rarely gets serious. Sometimes it gets annoying, sometimes it's fun. Next to him, you've got Black, our front-man cum guitarist. He's the one pulling most of the strings in the band. Then you've got me, the back up vocals, and the supposed lead guitarist. I'm the one who's always always

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-80981050848258240712007-02-18T05:53:00.000+08:002007-02-18T06:22:09.815+08:00

You can't have too much faith, and you CAN have too much faith. I'm too lazy to figure that out for you lazy arses, so all I'm gonna say is that it's all in the way you read it. I've just realised that faith is shit. Having faith, I realised, is the biggest bunch of horseshit around these days. Like it or not, your girlfriend's gonna lie to you over some guy whom she barely knows, your best

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-4069600836276099432007-02-14T10:05:00.000+08:002007-02-14T18:12:26.105+08:00

I'm sick and tired of the superficiality that goes around. Everytime I see someone who hasn't been in contact with me for a month or so, the fucking same conversation just lodges itself into the cassette player, and goes on loop.Person: So how are your studies? So how are things now? You and your girlfriend still together right?Me: So how're things in (applicable organisation)? So how are your

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I'm sick and tired of the superficiality that goes around. Everytime I see someone who hasn't been in contact with me for a month or so, the fucking same conversation just lodges itself into the cassette player, and goes on loop.Person: So how are your studies? So how are things now? You and your girlfriend still together right?Me: So how're things in (applicable organisation)? So how are your

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-24378971771201290882007-02-02T02:08:00.000+08:002007-02-02T02:11:56.363+08:00

Funny how I was just telling Serene that Death hasn't dealt a blow to me yet and then what happened, happened. Curveball, ka-bam. If you know what happened, that's good for you. If you don't, then please don't worry because there's no problem at all.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-18751117059111840142007-01-30T05:13:00.000+08:002007-01-30T06:00:22.414+08:00

I can't sleep. It's such a bitch when you can't sleep because you think about too much stuff. And when you know you can't sleep because you're thinking too much, you inadvertently try to force yourself not to think, thereby forcing yourself to think even more. It's a catch-22 really. Fortunately, the reason I can't sleep was because I slept at 9.30pm and I got up at 3am. Oh, by the way, it's 5 in

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-40477674399163846472007-01-22T11:55:00.000+08:002007-01-22T12:15:21.199+08:00

Today's gonna be all about music.First off, you guys gotta help me out with choosing a name for our band. Here are the choices:1) Vanguard Toughie2) White Lights3) Finger Burn4) One Night Saviour5) GoodfellasPut down your choice in the tag board, thank you very much. This was forced upon me by Black, so I haven't got a fucking choice. Then again, traffic on my site now seems really really dead,

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-16494135157188915942007-01-17T23:05:00.000+08:002007-01-17T23:28:36.749+08:00

First loves hurt the most. It may sound absolutely ridiculous, but I really do think that guys remain hurt by their first loves alot longer than the girls. It's not so much that we hate them of our own will, but seeing them just makes us wish that our first loves were run over by an eighteen-tonner. Over and over again.I guess with all the girlfriends I've had, only a precious few would actually

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So it's decided. I realised that I had alot of trouble coming up with this year's resolutions, simply because life's been too good to me. You know, you have stability, you have happiness and suddenly all motivation to work turns to dust. This sure sounds weird but I don't quite like this kinda happiness, I'd much rather be bustling around in unhappiness and get things done, rather than be so

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-32245389254669905772007-01-07T04:47:00.000+08:002007-01-07T04:49:02.946+08:00

Mix around with the shadows and you become a shadow yourself sooner or later. Tad bit hard to get back on the high horse to enjoy the view when that happens.

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The curse of "David's Short Term Relationships" strikes again! Will the curse prevail again? Or will David beat the odds to end up on top? Does David actually give a fuck? Does anyone give a fuck? Stay tuned to find out....

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-35052073780001703762007-01-03T20:47:00.000+08:002007-01-03T20:59:47.880+08:00

Ah backtrack to my past year's resolutions. I seem to do this every year. I think it's a good practice to see how much I've progressed personally.1) Fucking study. I won't give up any modules. No, I won't. And if I fail any of them, the whole idea of starting my degree earlier than others my age is dissipated. Thus, there is no "if" at all. Muahahahahahahahahahaha. Kudos, David.2) Have the balls

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-38160128196729289452007-01-02T15:35:00.001+08:002007-01-02T15:35:42.786+08:00

No one, no one in the world has less credibility than a smoker who says he's trying to quit.

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This is the second fucking time I'm writing all this shit because my goddamn connection fucked up on me, and I couldn't retrieve what I wrote.Anyway, on a happier note, 'tis supposed to be a review of the year that'd just passed. My predictions were right, and this year was indeed better than the bastard pair of 2004 and 2005. I don't think I've had so much enlightenment, so much happiness, and

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-33615140726129183312006-12-22T00:44:00.000+08:002008-12-09T17:42:45.509+08:00

Well, to be fair, I haven't started learning yet.

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Christina and her sister. So adorably prim and proper, the both of them, accent, mannerisms et al. For those who don't know, I know Christina from SRJC where she was one of the few that didn't really hate me. We meet up about twice a year because she's always smashed with work, but it's all cool. So nice of her to come all the way to Heartland to meet me. She's one of the few people I feel

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Kevin asked me, "If you were paralysed, do you think people around you, like your parents and friends, would still love you?" I thought about it for a few days, and I realised that my answer could easily be anything but yes. I guess the idea of having love without earning it is something that I can't fathom, and that's probably why I can't accept God's supposed unconditional, boundless love.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-8970581785453311982006-12-15T14:04:00.000+08:002006-12-15T14:29:41.841+08:00

Funny how contagious malice and cynicism can be. I never really realised the influence I had on people until these few years when people in church starting highlighting the rapport I had with the younger girls. And it wasn't that evident until a few days ago when the truth hit home. Hard. On one hand, I'm happy that I've got the power/charisma/whatever to make people think my way, but on the

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-16000204824163626492006-12-07T02:50:00.001+08:002006-12-07T02:50:24.908+08:00

It's times like this that I hate who I've become.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-83052503342820391482006-12-07T00:32:00.000+08:002006-12-07T00:53:13.177+08:00

I seriously think that MSN means pretty little to me now. In the past where I used to have long decent chats with people online, I would practically sit by the computer just chatting away. But now, it just seems to me that there're so many things to do. Prison Break, PS2, Scrubs, STUDY, go out etc. So I've decided that if at any one time, you really really wanna talk to me, you should give me a

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-31305539431302565952006-12-01T22:08:00.000+08:002006-12-01T22:42:38.026+08:00

I honestly think Channel 5 has finally lost the plot. Before I begin, lemme make a few declarations and clarifications. I make fun of all races, and quite honestly the Chinese tend to be my favourite target. However, if you do label me as racist, I'll have you know that I truly believe that people shouldn't be classified by the colour of their skin, but by ability. Well, unless you have your

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1164570441079169552006-11-27T03:30:00.000+08:002006-11-27T03:47:21.316+08:00

Finally got my hair cut. Thinned it down, kept the length. I'm still not quite used to the new look, but apparently, everyone that's seen it have had rave reviews bout it. Then again, with my previous hair, anything would've been an improvement. Heh, funny how being ugly would drive other people to sponsor you a little bit. Both my mum and Eug would have paid any amount of money to see me out of

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1164094293975599332006-11-21T15:28:00.000+08:002006-11-21T15:31:33.990+08:00

Would a cure for cancer or AIDS really be a good thing? I think the fear of diseases put people off the "evil" things in life, like cigarettes or raw sex. If a cure for cancer popped up, people wouldn't really give two shits about chugging down those cigarettes, would they? It'd become something like eating fatty food or something. Just my two cents worth, although it did pop up when I was

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1163965023835216242006-11-20T03:30:00.000+08:002006-11-20T03:37:03.850+08:00

Oh yeah, forgot this little bit here. I MISS CHRIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I miss the late night pratas, I miss the late night dota's, I miss the pointless car-rides, I miss us getting pissed at each other over the dumbest of things, I miss us embarrassing ourselves by faux pas-ing in front of other girls, I miss staying over your place and fighting with you for your blanket, I miss exploring the

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1163964507044302792006-11-20T03:01:00.000+08:002006-11-20T03:28:28.770+08:00

Sorry for this long overdue update. I just can't find the words to express myself these days. I think it's because I know that tons of people from church come to read this blog, and I can't find the strength to let them all know that I've been letting them down. This blog really used to be my mouthpiece where I could literally say anything I wanted, nowadays it's more like the Speaker's Corner in

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1163432587719568412006-11-13T23:32:00.000+08:002006-11-13T23:43:07.736+08:00

Kinda sad how we've all got natural mechanisms to fill up voids left behind by people. My sis comes home only periodically, but we've basically used her room for everything else. I use it to study sometimes when I need the extra space apart from the clutter in my room, my dad uses it as his "newspaper-reading room" while my mum just put our old phones in there. I don't think she means anything in

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1162883919519481382006-11-07T14:44:00.000+08:002006-11-07T15:18:39.550+08:00

I guess the difficulty that I had with making my choice was the inevitablity of sin, and the ultimate choice that God gave us. For someone like me, failing on one aspect while striving on the other was something that made little sense. I mean, after all if I'm gonna wank, drink and smoke, then what's the point of living a life for Christ? I'd be better off just enjoying myself and not pursuing

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1162488557770469802006-11-03T01:28:00.000+08:002006-11-03T01:29:17.810+08:00

All who die in God’s grace and friendship, but still imperfectly purified, are indeed assured of their eternal salvation; but after death they undergo purification, so as to achieve the holiness necessary to enter the joy of heaven.Amen.

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Nights like these make me feel so fucked and make me wonder where the fuck I've gone wrong. I find that two people I enjoy disturbing so much are nto around anymore. One's halfway around God's green earth, and the other's stopped talking to me since I got together with Eugenia. It makes me wonder if I did anything wrong and if all this shit could be attributed to any one source. David of the past

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1162202788839724922006-10-30T18:05:00.000+08:002006-10-30T18:06:28.860+08:00

HUGE pimple under nose + flu/runny nose = nahbehcheebye fuck the world

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1162147848046888442006-10-30T02:06:00.000+08:002006-10-30T02:50:48.193+08:00

I'm gonna start this post with an earnest apology. I would like to apologise to people who have followed and had faith in my "rollercoaster ride of faith". Just for the uninformed, on Friday, I felt fucked, so I told Andrew to take me out of the PnW. On Saturday, I felt so convicted by the PnW that I told Andrew to put me back in. On Sunday, I gave up the pact of non-smoking and smoked the night

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1161935083936826552006-10-27T15:17:00.000+08:002006-10-27T15:44:45.153+08:00

I pulled out of the PnW on the 11th. And for those who care enough, I'm gonna put up my reasons here. It's not so much of a "David's not spiritual enough so he chose the easy way out," but rather a logical rational kinda reason. I think it makes no sense to prepare myself so much spiritually and mentally for a one-off session. Looking back at previous experiences, it always turned out to nothing

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1161539252717058762006-10-23T00:55:00.000+08:002006-10-23T01:49:05.116+08:00

Seems to me that sometimes, I can't find the words to put up here to express how I really feel about everything.It's kinda strange, the reaction you get when you don't go for a session of ZJ. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but the moment you don't go, everyone assumes that something's wrong with you. I'm not as much annoyed, as I am amused. I just find it funny that people in ZJ take ZJ to be

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1161499246220492972006-10-22T14:40:00.000+08:002006-10-22T14:40:46.233+08:00

No smokes, no masturbation till 11th November. Oh my fuck.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1160971699736897922006-10-16T11:44:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:08:19.753+08:00

This religion thing is tough. While I see others around me being so steadfast in their faith, proclaiming the Lord to be their Lord, here I am stumbling again, wrestling with fundamentals that even Primary school kids should have no problem with. Does God really exist, or is he just a figment of our collective imagination, designed to attribute all that is good to? Is He really that forgiving, or

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1160725972301991792006-10-13T15:42:00.000+08:002006-10-13T15:52:52.443+08:00

Chris' farewell party Ditto Chris' departure

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1160635866514285782006-10-12T14:39:00.000+08:002006-10-12T16:26:02.836+08:00

In primary school, "cool" was defined by how shiny your pencil box was. When you grow up, "cool" is defined by how shiny your atuomobile is.In secondary school, "cool" was defined by the position of the parting of your hair. When you grow up, "cool" is defined by the position of your lodging.In JC, "cool" was defined by the quality of the girls you got. When you grow up, "cool" is defined by the

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1160584270010852592006-10-12T00:28:00.000+08:002006-10-12T00:31:10.033+08:00

Our parents stop beating us up, when we take over that job for them.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1160506401972628212006-10-11T02:24:00.000+08:002006-10-11T02:53:21.996+08:00

They tell us all the time about the vices of pornography, how it turns guys into absolute sex machines, how it raises sexual expectations to an unrealistic level and therefore leaving everyone unsatisfied, how it plays on the guys' minds and forces them to addiction and masturbation.Well, guess what? I've found the female equivalent.I realised that Korean dramas do the exact identical thing to

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1160403423133701802006-10-09T21:57:00.000+08:002006-10-09T22:17:03.153+08:00

I thought it'd be quite interesting to put up an account of the "evil people" that I hang out with. You know, the smokers, the drinkers, the "sleepers", ultimately the people I'm with on Saturdays.Jon - This is a small boy, and because of that, I suppose we could be considered a bad influence to him. But at the end of the day, I think it's up to him to study, whether he wants it or not. He really

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1160067214952328832006-10-06T00:44:00.000+08:002006-10-06T00:53:34.976+08:00

Well, after having Sean/Shaun/fucker/whatever tag my board, I was thinking alot about smoking. And after talking to Eugenia about the whole issue, I realised that I don't really see smoking as an awfully bad thing. To me, ciggies are just like alcohol. An indulgence of sorts, you spend a bit on it once in a while, make yourself feel good, but the important thing is you don't get hooked on it,

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1159892625260728332006-10-03T23:42:00.000+08:002006-10-04T00:23:45.663+08:00

It's been a long time since I've updated, and I guess it's because I'm starting to run out of things to say. For starters, after blog-surfing, I realised that blogs out there are awwwwww-hor-hor-hor-hor-ful. I mean, even if I weren't one of the best underground bloggers in Singapore, I would still gag everytime I see their pathetic and feeble attempts at trying to show how interesting their

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1159455297108091102006-09-28T22:25:00.001+08:002006-09-28T22:54:57.140+08:00

Yay! I've got something to rant about!Firstly, Singapore Idol. Why the fuck do they always have to come up with huge, grand inspirational songs about flying, touching the sky and fulfilling their dreams? And then all the IJ girls will start having the lyrics in their MSN nicks. But really, don't you think that "You Give Me Wings" sounds oddly familiar? For fuck's sake, everyone I know in

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1159455072875660822006-09-28T22:25:00.000+08:002006-09-28T22:51:12.910+08:00

Yay! I've got something to rant about!Firstly, Singapore Idol. Why the fuck do they always have to come up with huge, grand inspirational songs about flying, touching the sky and fulfilling their dreams? And then all the IJ girls will start having the lyrics in their MSN nicks. But really, don't you think that "You Give Me Wings" sounds oddly familiar? For fuck's sake, everyone I know in

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1159424783245923222006-09-28T14:13:00.000+08:002006-09-28T14:26:23.260+08:00

I wonder if it's natural for one to physically fall for another girl, ie have a crush for someone else, when one's in already in a relationship. I think it makes sense, and is perfectly justifiable, so long as you don't act upon those instincts. It's illogical for someone to think "Oh, I'm with her, so I can't look at anyone else."But honestly, as hot as I think that girl in my lecture is, I

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1159364343773720912006-09-27T21:12:00.000+08:002006-09-27T21:39:03.790+08:00

I thank God that it's only now that I've fallen for the vice of smoking. If I'd fallen for it when I was in secondary school, the mentality would've been "Aiya, ten bucks a week for a bit of ciggarettes, it's alright." But well, those days are over and I've picked up smoking at a time when I'm almost earning (or not earning) entirely for myself. It allows me to appreciate hard-earned money, and

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1159247839736451912006-09-26T13:01:00.000+08:002006-09-26T13:17:19.750+08:00

Tuesdays have become my personal rest days, even more so than the weekends. On the weekends, I usually find myself running about, juggling time between Eug, family, church and friends. Thank God for Tuesdays, when every single person is either working or schooling. It gives me alot of rest and time to reflect on how things have gone in the last week. And of course, it gives me time to revise my

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1158815968944177722006-09-21T12:51:00.000+08:002006-09-21T13:19:28.966+08:00

It's amazing how shitty a dream can make you feel.You see, what usually happens is that I'll have a conversation about absolutely anything with someone(doesn't matter who), something would trigger off my memory of Chris, I'd call him, tell him all about him and go "What you doing tomorrow?" And him, being him, would go "Oh. Nothing lo." And then we'd meet up.Well, my dream had half of that. I

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1158770924221299112006-09-21T00:46:00.000+08:002006-09-21T00:48:44.236+08:00

Life isn't about speeding down the expressway and slowing down only when there's a speed camera. The traffic warden in life is you and you alone.If you worry about what happened yesterday or what will happen tomorrow, you might as well start worrying about today never really happening for you as well.That thing you see in the mirror? It's much more fake than you would like to

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1158659155599033932006-09-19T17:38:00.000+08:002006-09-19T17:45:55.613+08:00

Thinking of The Flaming Lips' album, they had a song called "Waitin' for A Superman". And then it kinda hit me that alot of us are waiting for Superman to appear in our lives, be it that lucky break in that horrible-boo-hoo-hoo job that we're in, or for that super lecturer to come take over that crap-shit-ass lecturer in that subject that we suck so bad in, or perhaps someone to give us a little

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1158573946580785352006-09-18T17:44:00.000+08:002006-09-18T18:05:46.593+08:00

As I was talking to this girl in SIM, her telling me how her exams went made me change my mindset. All of a sudden, I realised that being satisfied with doing well last year was not going to take me to another level. I wasn't competing with people who were failing their exams, I was fighting with everyone else. I was fighting with this girl who got first-class results, ie results that totally

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1158336258906768812006-09-15T23:49:00.000+08:002006-09-16T00:04:18.930+08:00

After packing up my previous year's work, I realised that it's an absolute fucking miracle that I made it through last year. I couldn't remember a single thing that I was unpacking, yet I managed to pull through in the end. I guess when I'd left church, it'd be unfair to say that I was on my own, depending on my own strength. Something, someone must have been there to tell me to study at Mac's

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1158327579690862092006-09-15T21:19:00.000+08:002006-09-15T21:39:39.713+08:00

I'm losing belief in myself. The recent doubts that Eug has been having about us is starting to rub off on me. From "We should be able to make this work out", it's become "Maybe I'm not the one for her". Meh, self-questioning sucks, and I'm feeling kinda fucked. It's just so tumultuous since I met her just now. I just think that I've got absolutely no right to be sure that this is gonna work out,

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1158082221190771592006-09-13T01:27:00.000+08:002006-09-13T01:30:21.203+08:00

I just found something that makes me smile everytime I encounter it. It's this song by The Polyphonic Spree called Reach For The Sun. Admittedly, it's a crapass song, but thinking about how they danced about in the hospital in Scrubs really makes the Sun brighten up just for me. You see, at the end of every episode of Scrubs, there's a lesson to be learnt and having this band in it as guest stars

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1157985982461214442006-09-11T22:20:00.000+08:002006-09-11T22:46:22.543+08:00

Over the last few years, I've always prided myself on staying out of the politics that went on in church. I think I'm just about ready to revise that philosophy now. Looking at the current state in church, and having "power" bite me in the arse two weeks ago, it makes me wonder if this is the only way to go. People often talk about how we have to have religion to keep us steadfast in this

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1157888953982855222006-09-10T19:20:00.000+08:002006-09-10T21:05:59.166+08:00

Success stories are rarely, if not never, about people who've had it easy.Society oftens put up on a pedestal people who've gone against what everyone who've told them to do, to do stuff that they truly believe in. And understandably so, since failure is the one thing that everyone has in common. I'd be hard pressed to find a legend or a historical figure that became great because he went with

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1157737229588254672006-09-09T01:22:00.000+08:002006-09-09T01:40:29.626+08:00

I find that in our never-ending journey to lead a life parallel to Christ's, we gotta do lots of un-natural stuff. It's definitely un-natural for us to come up and say "I'm sorry" when what we're really thinking is "You fucking cunt, you fucking cunt". And depending on which camp you're in, it's probably un-natural not to sit in front of the computer with you dick in hand.But I suppose Jesus

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1157557629803969642006-09-06T23:19:00.000+08:002006-09-06T23:47:10.570+08:00

Sometimes, I really ponder the use of trying.It seems that even though I tried to come back to ZJ, church etc, there'll always be people putting you down no matter what. People put your hopes up by putting you down for a P&W session, and then quietly pull you out by saying "You're not spiritually ready." And well, there really isn't any way to argue that, is there? I disagree, and people will go

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1157374877503516382006-09-04T20:59:00.000+08:002006-09-04T21:22:50.423+08:00

Too many answers,Too little questions.You're spot on,I've got that ass backwards.Still, content reigns.Content 'cos of ignorance,or content 'cos of helplessness:Knowing I can do nothing,Except wait for divine intervention.Not so much a sign of lying down,than a sign of acceptance,and surrender to You.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1157321022969061622006-09-04T02:10:00.000+08:002006-09-04T06:03:43.113+08:00

I'm kinda amazed at my role as a peacekeeper, given my abrasive personality. Now that my sister's on indefinite leave from the Hew household, it's just my folks and me now. It's absolutely amazing how jealous PMS can drive my mum, and how insensitive my dad can be. So before a situation arises, I try to step in whenever i can by moaning "duunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnstttaaaarrrttttt." And I find this

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1157093873649293682006-09-01T14:18:00.000+08:002006-09-01T14:57:53.666+08:00

I passed every single module. And i really am overjoyed because it represents much more than an exam. When I took up this part-time studying gig when I was in the army, absolutely no one thought I could pull it off, not even myself. I must admit, my self-belief faded away more and more as the exams drew close. I think it even went into the negative after my accounting paper because I read the

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1156793904781962882006-08-29T03:09:00.000+08:002006-08-29T03:38:24.800+08:00

Just to placate you demanding fucks, this is what the blog would look like if the font was bigger. I think it's terribly awful, and by the word "fucks", you know i mean "lovely fans."The only reason I'm bothering to do it is that it's 3am, and I can't get myself to sleep. I just invited Matthew to lunch with Stef and I, but after mulling it over in my head, I think it was a bad idea. Firstly,

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1156696332871746982006-08-27T23:42:00.000+08:002006-08-28T00:32:13.033+08:00

The problem with believing that there's "The One" for each and everyone of us is that once you're sure you've found "The One" and that person leaves, you lose faith in many things. Yourself for one, God possibly for another, love for sure. Having such an idea also tends to limit the number of chances you think you have with happiness, simply because the idea of having too many chances would

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1156566096332969572006-08-26T11:59:00.000+08:002006-08-26T12:21:36.346+08:00

1) Looking for "The One" is terribly annoying. Half of me says to just go for it because I know I'll get it, a quarter of me says that I'm not gonna be happy with what I'm getting, another quarter of me says it's gonna be another one of my flings. Best part is, all three of them is telling me to go for the ass. Amazing thing, the male brain.2) I think if a woman slaps a man, the guy has every

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1156355663765366822006-08-24T01:52:00.000+08:002006-08-24T01:54:23.780+08:00

oh bloody hell. I really am getting fat. must be the late nights and the suppers. my biggest fear is actually coming through halfway now: i'm getting man-tits! no!!!!!!!!!!!! i need to start my running regime again. no more beers, no more late nights. back to slim dim jim david.uh huh. I really am scraping the bottom of the barrel for entries now.

davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05573277121720217805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550548.post-1156262140973102312006-08-22T23:47:00.000+08:002006-08-22T23:55:40.986+08:00

alright. i'm dirt-ass broke now. after tomorrow night, i'm not gonna spend any more than twenty bucks on a single item, and not more than 2 bucks for a drink. yeap, no more alcohol.this is bad.

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