oh sweet lungs!

oh sweet lungs! dont fail me now!


whoo. christopher ender is back! with another emotional driven album of heart felt genius: Dusk and Summer. But with prices at 14 dollars at HMV, of all places, im starting to worry. since when did dashboard become so cheap...
hmmm. ah well. im not one to complain. i just enjoy the music where i can.


so its saturday. the week is moving quick, but the work has gone beyond the heels.


and now for one quick political insight. http://209.67.212.138/~lebanon/
The israel government responsible for the fucked up destruction and onslaught of humanity should be wiped off the face of the map. israel can stay as far as im concerned. but i suppose ive resigned to the fact that the world can only do so much. those in power all have the most annoying tendency to become bastards, dont they. so hey. lets do what WE can. sign the dam petition.



sigh... speaking of idiots in power. The racialization of singapore is a freaking sick thing.


SAP school are fucking racist. and its fucking sad that these kids hardly meet people of other race. so for THEIR good. for our country's good. do something already. and if YOU (christopher will know who im talking about here) think that its already a very watered down version of the malaysian SAP school, so what? dont compare us to malaysia. and you know what. since we are already so watered down, why dont we just go the final lap and get rid of it all together.

Race is not in our blood. in the DNA of all humans, 99% of us it all exactly the same. the remaining 1% acocutns for our physcial appearences, how tall we are, how fat, how strong, how smart, how dark so on so forth... there is no part of our DNA that distinctly identifies me as Indian, or Malayalee or whatshit. you know why. cause its not fucking real! there is NO 'inherent need or part of us which makes us want to hang out with our same race'. NO. ITS A LIE!



blood group id love to point out right now IS part of our biology. and knowledge of it can save our lives. can mean a difference between life and a fucking wasteful death. But what does our IC show. Not our blood group (cause it just takes up space init?), but a fucking word which demeans people from mixed heritage, by trying to classify them as either Indian, Chinese, Malay or (say this with me, now) Others! Who the hell are the "others"! fuck. give them some dam respect will yer. shit holes.



and please dont compare race to language and religion. religion defines our lifestyle. religion defines what kind of values and ethics we choose and apply, and really can be clearly defined. language is the bridge that society is built on. communication is something everyone needs to get by in life. race isnt there. and even if you close your eyes and pretend really hard that its there, it doenst do anything for you. it doesnt affect what festivals you practise (religion defines those), it doesnt affect your biology (your heritage define those), and it doesnt define about much else. stupidness.


and lastly, the most sickening thing i have ever heard, was the way you tried to make it seem like the chinese were making such a huge sacrifice by learning english instead of imposing madarin as the first language; just because the chinese were the majority race. What the fuck! how dare you try and imply that! that was the most sick thing i ever heard. i suppose i was simply taking it all for granted. the 'beauty' of singapore. but isnt that what we are trying to aim for? take things for granted? i mean its only truly acheived when you can take it for granted and have faith that its there... and i truly believed..


stoopid boi. sigh...


soo thursday and friday. and today. pretty interesting days. soo.. where should i start. where do i start. tralala.



thursday was rannald's concert. haha. caught it with amitha and lizzy. was fun. started by being 'O-kaaay', to "OMG! Rannald is a genius! as in woah!!! RANNALD!", then it went to "wtf...(controlled laughter)" and finally ended with "mmm nice." "yay" and "wow... really nice"



haha. and the experimental/modern thingamjig was just begging for the jokes we entertained ourselves with after the concert, from Carl Junior's to bakerz inn.



and the best way to talk about friday would be to start by introducing the word i associate with it.



SORRY! Im REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY SORRY!


i actually types that all myself, instead of copying pasting. just to show you how sorry i am. and i really am... =(


really really. just wish i knew a way to build back your trust. but alas. crap happens. sigh..

sorry liz! hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. =S


the funny thing is, that a few minutes after she said "im not talking to you again", i was reading the exact same lines in the sandman, coming from delirium to dream. heh. art imitates life.


anyways, ill do what little i can to make up for what i did. starting with getting a new phone. which i gotta do like now. soon anyways. when my dad comes downstairs. yeah.



well regardless, today was a good day. =D
left home for PW meeting.
went to watch nacho libre. haha. wasnt a very complex story line or mind blowing plot. but it was enjoyable. brainlessly fun and sweet. hahas.


kay imoff.