A really amazing coincidence happens. When so many unusually shaped puzzle pieces harmoniously fix itself into a picture so clear, so pristine that you can say nothing but "It was meant to be."
Here goes the story. So, Ken and I went for foosball after class today to relieve some of the stress accumulated over the week. You have no idea how suffocating it's been for everyone in A52(A) this week. Today's the first day in a week that we actually have some breathing space.
Anyway, continuing on, I drive home and reach home safely. But somehow, everything just slips my mind and I don't put my car into "Park", I don't pull my handbrake. It's happened once before. And I've been so careful with it ever since. And it happened again today. This is Exhibit A.
Exhibit B: I reached home at 5:10PM. I usually reach home by 4:30PM latest. If you're feeling confused, just read on.
Exhibit C: My mom reached home 10 minutes after me. Now, I hear the gate opening, and I turn back. And my car isn't where it's supposed to be. It's sliding down my driveway. I was shocked, my mom was shocked. I tried my best to get to my car, but I couldn't even get the front door open. Now the thing is, my mom usually doesn't even come home until 7:30PM every single day.
In the end my car hit hers, and yeah. Nobody was hurt though. Thank goodness.
Now the thing is, I happened to come back late, which happens once in a blue moon. My mom happened to come back early, which happens once in TWO blue moons. And I forget to pull my handbrake... which....... doesn't happen very often, especially not at home. And she happened to reach home and open the gate at the EXACT moment my car began to gain momentum. Haha, I don't know what to call this. What say you?
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I Kill My Heart.
Because Tommy says so =)
New album WOOOOOO!!! And the crowd goes wild! Well, at least I do :P
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Ever thought Final Destination was scary?
Wait till you see 6106/03. You'll hide under your chair and not dare to sleep for days. I personally guarantee this. (Pictures coming soon)
Monday, April 27, 2009
All work and no play....
Makes Tim a dull boy. Tim could use a little more work and less play in his equation though. Or at least, less procrastination. Don't we all? Lol. Then again, tell me it's wrong to rest the weary soul after a grueling weekend of endless mugging and three exam papers in the space of six hours.
Sigh, tired from a long day of studying? Love hard J-rock? This song totally begs you to drown yourself in it.
And watch the pretty animation that goes with it. Kudos to the production studio. It's the best animated accompaniment to a song I've ever seen.
And the night stretches on.
Tim~Stayin Alive.
Sigh, tired from a long day of studying? Love hard J-rock? This song totally begs you to drown yourself in it.
Disclaimer: Not for the faint-hearted.
And watch the pretty animation that goes with it. Kudos to the production studio. It's the best animated accompaniment to a song I've ever seen.
And the night stretches on.
Tim~Stayin Alive.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Untitled.
I lie on the sands at night, just thinking. Just thinking. Timeless moments fill my heart like crystals, decorating and illuminating every dark corner, shimmering like stars in the night sky. Some melt into the depths of my heart. Others remain, but for how long?
I arise and begin a leisurely walk along the golden sands and admire the seashells strewn on the beach. Not too little, not too many, but they decorate the beach just nicely like those glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on your ceiling at night. There are however, things we never notice. Things that never cry out to be seen. Or things that are seen all to often, that they become a part of the scenery. Things that are never appreciated. Things like the little grains of salt which blend in with the sand. We never notice them, but without them the beach would never glitter so brilliantly under the blazing sun.
I come to rest once again and place my feet where the tide meets the shore. Waves of water, cold to the touch but soothing to the soul engulf my feet at regular intervals. Totally at peace, my head rests against the sandy shore, and I thank, I just thank God for the little ways he touches our lives and the little miracles he grants us, whether we see them or not. And I pray, I just pray to Mr. Moon, not to move from where he is, for when he leaves, he ushers out the tide, and the tide washes away the sand on the shore, the sands which I love so dearly. Impossible as I knew it was, I prayed anyway in desperation to bottle the rising surge of loneliness building up within.
Time passes and I stare, I just stare at the night sky and drowsiness assails my eyes. Resigned, I allow it to take me away, away to that abyss which I know so well. But I ask of it only one thing, that it may grant me the courage to face the dawn of the new day, for the sands I see tomorrow are not the sands of yesterday, and the sky tomorrow, is not the sky of yesterday. And so, I sleep, and I pray. I sleep, and I pray, and I say "Without a doubt, today was the best day of my life."
I arise and begin a leisurely walk along the golden sands and admire the seashells strewn on the beach. Not too little, not too many, but they decorate the beach just nicely like those glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on your ceiling at night. There are however, things we never notice. Things that never cry out to be seen. Or things that are seen all to often, that they become a part of the scenery. Things that are never appreciated. Things like the little grains of salt which blend in with the sand. We never notice them, but without them the beach would never glitter so brilliantly under the blazing sun.
I come to rest once again and place my feet where the tide meets the shore. Waves of water, cold to the touch but soothing to the soul engulf my feet at regular intervals. Totally at peace, my head rests against the sandy shore, and I thank, I just thank God for the little ways he touches our lives and the little miracles he grants us, whether we see them or not. And I pray, I just pray to Mr. Moon, not to move from where he is, for when he leaves, he ushers out the tide, and the tide washes away the sand on the shore, the sands which I love so dearly. Impossible as I knew it was, I prayed anyway in desperation to bottle the rising surge of loneliness building up within.
Time passes and I stare, I just stare at the night sky and drowsiness assails my eyes. Resigned, I allow it to take me away, away to that abyss which I know so well. But I ask of it only one thing, that it may grant me the courage to face the dawn of the new day, for the sands I see tomorrow are not the sands of yesterday, and the sky tomorrow, is not the sky of yesterday. And so, I sleep, and I pray. I sleep, and I pray, and I say "Without a doubt, today was the best day of my life."
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Great songs that
All mankind would love and should have =) Really easy on the ears, great lyrics, great melody. What more could you ask of a song? ;) And once again I'd like to remind people, you can click on the links to download =)
You guys can thank Angie if you loved the songs above =)
Something Corporate - Hurricane (Mesmerising bridge, listen and be awed)
The Hush Sound - The Artist (Lyrics which probe the soul)
All Time Low - Remembering Sunday (Emo song! Who doesn't love emo songs? =) )
The Hush Sound - The Artist (Lyrics which probe the soul)
All Time Low - Remembering Sunday (Emo song! Who doesn't love emo songs? =) )
You guys can thank Angie if you loved the songs above =)
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I obviously am....
The best person you know at wasting time doing the one, the only, and the most infamous activity of procrastination. SLEEPING. I must've been asleep for at least 36 hours of the 72 hours this weekend. Someone shoot me in the head. Please.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Unlimited Sky!!
Magnificent lyrics + Magnificent guitar + Magnificent vocals = Masterpiece of art =
Tommy Heavenly6 - Unlimited Sky(Click Above To Download)
Trampling over the shreds of broken dreams,
A Grim Reaper stopped by on a whim,
Coldly looking at the me gone astray,
As if to instigate my foolish sins,
And I cast away his extended hands.
The devastating sadness
Fills my chest like mist
And cruelly repeats itself over and over again
I even grew to hate those nostalgic days which would never return,
What can we possibly do
While not even knowing
The meaning of printed glory.
The senses which I thought I had thrown away
Resurrect in calm serenity
I hid my accelerating irritation
Convincing myself that things like feelings, aren't important to me
But my heart couldn't keep up with me.
In the scenario of rebellion
A fallen angel descended upon me,
Why do you stand outside the light?
I realized
If I hadn't been born as me
I might have been able to laugh
Shrouded in unconditional love
Without ever knowing loneliness
I gazed at the distant sky
Which projected nostalgia
And no matter how I wished
I'd never be able to touch it.
I had lost to the darkness in me.
Everyone who can fight is still fighting
while carrying scars that will never fade
Devastating sadness
Fills my chest like mist
And cruelly repeats itself over and over again
The fleeting light which was stolen from me
Chains together the proof I had ever lived
Whatever lies ahead
I'll accept and live on
Until the final second of my life.
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A Grim Reaper stopped by on a whim,
Coldly looking at the me gone astray,
As if to instigate my foolish sins,
And I cast away his extended hands.
The devastating sadness
Fills my chest like mist
And cruelly repeats itself over and over again
I even grew to hate those nostalgic days which would never return,
What can we possibly do
While not even knowing
The meaning of printed glory.
The senses which I thought I had thrown away
Resurrect in calm serenity
I hid my accelerating irritation
Convincing myself that things like feelings, aren't important to me
But my heart couldn't keep up with me.
In the scenario of rebellion
A fallen angel descended upon me,
Why do you stand outside the light?
I realized
If I hadn't been born as me
I might have been able to laugh
Shrouded in unconditional love
Without ever knowing loneliness
I gazed at the distant sky
Which projected nostalgia
And no matter how I wished
I'd never be able to touch it.
I had lost to the darkness in me.
Everyone who can fight is still fighting
while carrying scars that will never fade
Devastating sadness
Fills my chest like mist
And cruelly repeats itself over and over again
The fleeting light which was stolen from me
Chains together the proof I had ever lived
Whatever lies ahead
I'll accept and live on
Until the final second of my life.
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I so love Tommy Heavenly6 =) Here's another one from her if you're interested! (You'd better be =K) Tommy Heavenly6 - GIMME ALL OF YOUR LOVE!! I swear I'd die a happy man if I could see her perform live at least once. Haha x)
Thursday, April 16, 2009
"You...
choose the weirdest times to walk into my life. And you, bring with you, the weirdest waves of emotion which rearrange the grains of sand on the beach of my soul ever so significantly each time. You. What are you...?"
To be continued at a later date =)
To be continued at a later date =)
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
CHEMISTRY PAPER 6 QUESTION 2!!
I have predictions!! Possibly a leak from our dear from **eXcel? Anyways, I decided to share! =) I might get prosecuted for this but... Only the best for my friends, so I'll take that risk! =D
Question 2:
Procdeure:
Part A
1. Transfer 25cm^3 of solution A and 25cm^3 solution B into a 250ml beaker.
2. Add 2cm^3 of concentrated sulphuric acid to the mixture.
3. Warm the the beaker over a Bunsen flame for about 2 minutes.
4. Record your observations and deduce the identity of Solution A and B and the product formed, Compound C.
(Keep this solution for Part B)
Part B
1. Pipette 25cm^3 of Solution C into a conical flask.
2. Add 4 drops of phenolphthalein into the conical flask.
3. Titrate Solution C with 0.100 mol dm^-3 NaOH.
(Record titre values etcetc)
4. Add the solution containing Compound C into the conical flask and leave on standing for 10 minutes.
Questions
1. Identify Solutions A and B.
(Alcohol and Carboxylic acid. I can answer the questions omg!!!)
2. The contents of the conical flask are shown in the picture above. Name the compounds formed.
(Ethyl methanoate and Potassium methanoate!!)
3. The contents of the conical flask are very commonly available at pharmacies. Deduce its common name from their IUPAC standard names.
Answer <-- Click here for method to derive answer.
Have a nice day people!!! =) Study hard x)
Edit: Since some people have trouble telling that this evidently isn't the question for the exam, I'll type it out clear here x_x it isn't x_x It's a birthday wish for dear esther x_x It's either I'm really good or you people are a little too nervous about the coming exams lol.
Question 2:
Procdeure:
Part A
1. Transfer 25cm^3 of solution A and 25cm^3 solution B into a 250ml beaker.
2. Add 2cm^3 of concentrated sulphuric acid to the mixture.
3. Warm the the beaker over a Bunsen flame for about 2 minutes.
4. Record your observations and deduce the identity of Solution A and B and the product formed, Compound C.
(Keep this solution for Part B)
Part B
1. Pipette 25cm^3 of Solution C into a conical flask.
2. Add 4 drops of phenolphthalein into the conical flask.
3. Titrate Solution C with 0.100 mol dm^-3 NaOH.
(Record titre values etcetc)
4. Add the solution containing Compound C into the conical flask and leave on standing for 10 minutes.
Questions
1. Identify Solutions A and B.
(Alcohol and Carboxylic acid. I can answer the questions omg!!!)
(Ethyl methanoate and Potassium methanoate!!)
3. The contents of the conical flask are very commonly available at pharmacies. Deduce its common name from their IUPAC standard names.
Answer <-- Click here for method to derive answer.
Have a nice day people!!! =) Study hard x)
Edit: Since some people have trouble telling that this evidently isn't the question for the exam, I'll type it out clear here x_x it isn't x_x It's a birthday wish for dear esther x_x It's either I'm really good or you people are a little too nervous about the coming exams lol.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
My Rollercoaster
You know, lions throw their cubs off cliffs, literally. Why, why do you think they do that? Is it because they don't love him anymore? Or is it because they just want to get rid of him? Or is it because they're simply abandoning him because he was a big ol' mistake from the start.
I meant to find a pic of the aforementioned event, but I could only find the cliff, so I'd have you imagine the lions yourselves x)
I meant to find a pic of the aforementioned event, but I could only find the cliff, so I'd have you imagine the lions yourselves x)
Well, no. It's so that they come back stronger, and learn of the hardships of life first hand, for experience is the best teacher.
It's been a pretty huge emotional rollercoaster for me this weekend x) And the whole time I was waiting, just waiting for salvation, sinking back into the shadow of a man I once was. But salvation comes not to those who do not seek it. I quote: "Ask and thy shalt receive". And thus, ask I did.
I guess, God too, like the lion, throws each and every one of His children off a cliff at one stage of his or her life or another. He doesn't do it to break you, but does it to offer you an opportunity to rediscover yourself, to take a good hard look at the person in the mirror, to see if you really like the person that's staring back at you, and accept that person whether you like it or not, for it is none other than you, the one and only you. He asks you not to dwell in the past, but to live in the present and look to the future, but fear not the abyss of the unknown you see with every step you take, for where there is darkness, there is light. So, when in doubt, listen to your heart, listen to it true, and take it. Take that leap of faith.
Haha, somehow every one of my old friends that sees me now keeps telling me one thing: that I seem like a much happier person that I was back in the old days. Personally I don't see this change myself, but yeah, thanks =) We live, and we grow for better for worse and I guess I can be glad that I've been growing for the better ^^
Today is Easter Sunday. And today is also mah dear friend Shawn3h's birthday. SO,
It's been a pretty huge emotional rollercoaster for me this weekend x) And the whole time I was waiting, just waiting for salvation, sinking back into the shadow of a man I once was. But salvation comes not to those who do not seek it. I quote: "Ask and thy shalt receive". And thus, ask I did.
I guess, God too, like the lion, throws each and every one of His children off a cliff at one stage of his or her life or another. He doesn't do it to break you, but does it to offer you an opportunity to rediscover yourself, to take a good hard look at the person in the mirror, to see if you really like the person that's staring back at you, and accept that person whether you like it or not, for it is none other than you, the one and only you. He asks you not to dwell in the past, but to live in the present and look to the future, but fear not the abyss of the unknown you see with every step you take, for where there is darkness, there is light. So, when in doubt, listen to your heart, listen to it true, and take it. Take that leap of faith.
Haha, somehow every one of my old friends that sees me now keeps telling me one thing: that I seem like a much happier person that I was back in the old days. Personally I don't see this change myself, but yeah, thanks =) We live, and we grow for better for worse and I guess I can be glad that I've been growing for the better ^^
Today is Easter Sunday. And today is also mah dear friend Shawn3h's birthday. SO,
A HEARTFELT HAPP3H BIRTHDAY TO YA FROM ME SHAWNEH! =)
My goddess for today.
My goddess for today.
ROCK ON SHAWNEH! =) And live on people, being at peace with yourself no matter what happens today or may happen tomorrow. As I have been given new hope today I hope anyone today who is dull and gray today may find the hope that resides within his or herself today as well.
Oh boy that was a dramatic post, but drama king I am, live with it =)
I end this post with a really cool song from Angie's cool playlist =)
Kimya Dawson - My Rollercoaster <-- Click on it! You know you want to =)
Oh boy that was a dramatic post, but drama king I am, live with it =)
I end this post with a really cool song from Angie's cool playlist =)
Kimya Dawson - My Rollercoaster <-- Click on it! You know you want to =)
Friday, April 10, 2009
When life gives you lemons,
Make lemonade Apple Juice (according to angie)! But golly gee, they forgot to give me sugar cubes. *But apple juice requires no sugar! apple juice FTW! =D*
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The Rusted Lock
"There are days when the chords of melancholy resonate with the wavelength of your soul. It's days like these that the skies seem gray. It's days like these that your feet feel like they're chained to the ground. It's days like these you gaze upon the night sky and wish... Just wish... that one day you'd trip over that silver key which'd open the rusted lock, and chained you will be no more."
Haha, lost my train of thought. I probably should write down ideas I get before they vapourise. My ideas are soo volatile. Argh. Sigh, you know you've had a great day when your finger has had a taste of concentrated sulphuric acid (specifically: 5 mol dm^-3). It burns x_x Don't know if it's the lack of sleep or hypoglycemia or chronic fatigue syndrome or.... I just felt so out of it today lol. Ahwells, I guess we all have our off days. Anywayssssss,
Haha, lost my train of thought. I probably should write down ideas I get before they vapourise. My ideas are soo volatile. Argh. Sigh, you know you've had a great day when your finger has had a taste of concentrated sulphuric acid (specifically: 5 mol dm^-3). It burns x_x Don't know if it's the lack of sleep or hypoglycemia or chronic fatigue syndrome or.... I just felt so out of it today lol. Ahwells, I guess we all have our off days. Anywayssssss,
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY KALKX! =)
I'd have loved to get you a baby walrus, but time constraints said otherwise =( Haha, have a blessed birthday Kalkx! ^^
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
NIC KOR KOR IS BACK D:
-£űńåřZĕřō- [Say It Again ] says (12:58 AM):
D:
BAWWWWW
I PHEEL YOUR PAIN
....
not :D
Cipher [Mode: Duel with the Papers] says (12:59 AM):
of course you don't, scum.... you INFLICT IT ON ME T_T
BAWWWWWWWWWWWWNESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Awww, I really missed [bullying(and getting bullied by)] him :P XD Okaeri!! ^^
D:
BAWWWWW
I PHEEL YOUR PAIN
....
not :D
Cipher [Mode: Duel with the Papers] says (12:59 AM):
of course you don't, scum.... you INFLICT IT ON ME T_T
BAWWWWWWWWWWWWNESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Awww, I really missed [bullying(and getting bullied by)] him :P XD Okaeri!! ^^
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Tommy Heavenly6 - Pray!!
Everyone repeat after me yeah? THIS IS A W1CK3D SONG!!!
*reposts download link* Tommy Heavenly6 - Pray <--- This is a link. Click! Apparently *koffkoff*somepeopledon'tevennoticeit'salink X____X T____T So, anyways, lemme exercise my Japanese muscle, I present you,
*reposts download link* Tommy Heavenly6 - Pray <--- This is a link. Click! Apparently *koffkoff*somepeopledon'tevennoticeit'salink X____X T____T So, anyways, lemme exercise my Japanese muscle, I present you,
Let's go out! Open my mind.
let's go! Sweet dream other side
Right now I dart out of my cage
A rusted key and beat that won't stop pulsing
And I realized I could go back no more
The days, that I lost (Hey baby why?)
Clumsily, I try to, string together(I want to cry...)
In order not to lose to the coward in me
I don't run from my fate, "I'm not alone!"
I'll be beside you, no matter how
sad, or pained your dream I just won't care!
I wanna touch your tears... baby
I pray... "Believe!"
Sever the darkness in your cold memories!
At a spring to rest your injured wings
You just didn't know how to jump in
At a boring place, arise irritation and anxiety
Today we are still troubled over it but,
The dark sky, we look up at (Baby for you)
We'll progress, raise your head (I'm here for you)
Pack your relentless thoughs into a bag
Exorcise the darkness within your advancing heart
If the sound of the incessant rain
Makes you sad then,
I will be the shield of your gentle spirit
Never stop believing, always
I pray... Those eyes
will always reflect a little miracle for me
ah… ah… ah… ah…
(Hey baby why?… I want to cry… Hey baby why?
Hey baby why?… I want to cry…
I'm here for you… yeah…! believe yourself)
I'll be beside you, right there with you
no matter how sad a dream you're living!
I wanna live all my time with you...
I pray..."Please answer me!"
If you can allow me
I wanna touch your tears... baby
I pray... "Believe!"
Sever the darkness in your cold memories!
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I loved this song before purely for the melody and vocals but now after taking a good hard look at the lyrics, can you say EPIC?! I can =) Hahahahaha I'msuchafanboy. Leave me alone XD
Anyways, if you loved this, you'd want to download this =)
Tommy Heavenly6 - Unlimited Sky
Tommy Heavenly6 - Unlimited Sky
LONG LIVE TOMMY HEAVENLY6!!!
Oh, and btw my songs have received Angie's seal of approval shaped like a walrus. Yay! x)
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Oh lol, just lol.
-£űńåřZĕřō- [Say It Again ] says (8:51 AM):
lulzzor T.T
pro T.T
eh
tim nid go cheng meng
if not kena punch from dad
anyone can do it
cya laterzzor T.T
[H]uR-[K] - g[O]t bla[M]ed for sleepin[G]! =X says (8:51 AM):
owh
T.T
MR CHENG T.t
AND MRS BENG T.t
bb =X
Mr Cheng and Mrs Beng. lolll xD Where else do I get lame replies like this except from Hur Kuan? Maybe Ai Ling. Lol xD
lulzzor T.T
pro T.T
eh
tim nid go cheng meng
if not kena punch from dad
anyone can do it
cya laterzzor T.T
[H]uR-[K] - g[O]t bla[M]ed for sleepin[G]! =X says (8:51 AM):
owh
T.T
MR CHENG T.t
AND MRS BENG T.t
bb =X
Mr Cheng and Mrs Beng. lolll xD Where else do I get lame replies like this except from Hur Kuan? Maybe Ai Ling. Lol xD
Tommy Heavenly6!!
In 2001, Tomoko launched her solo career under the name of Tommy february6, a character named from a combination of her nickname and birthdate. Vastly different from the J-Rock sound of the brilliant green, Tommy february6's persona and sound are inspired by and derived from British and American 1980s synth-heavy pop. Her eponymous debut album was released on the day of her 27th birthday. Read more at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomoko_Kawase
A marriage between Eastern and Western Rock!!! No wonder I love their sound so much =) I've said it two posts ago but I'm gonna say it again.
A marriage between Eastern and Western Rock!!! No wonder I love their sound so much =) I've said it two posts ago but I'm gonna say it again.
TOMMY HEAVENLY6 MAKES TIM FEEL HAPPY =)
It is vexing...
When you try and try but yet do not emerge with an answer. More so if the problem cannot be defined, cannot be fixed, cannot be remedied when its roots lie in something incomprehensible, something predetermined. True, it is vexing. But deep deep down, it gets worse when you know you're averting your eyes from the real problem that lies within. Yet, to that, you can neither find solution nor reason either.
It's songs like these...
WHICH GIVE ME A REASON TO LIVE!
Tommy Heavenly6 - Pray <---- Download download!!
Tommy Heavenly6 - Unlimited Sky <---- Download download download!!!
Will translate the lyrics at a later date =) Will also upload some of the ones I like best from Angie's playlist some other time. Spread the enlightenment =) xD And now, to work on my Moral group project. Ugh, it's pretty annoying when your group leader forces you to work on short deadlines. Short translated: ONE FRICKIN DAY. meh.
Tommy Heavenly6 - Pray <---- Download download!!
Tommy Heavenly6 - Unlimited Sky <---- Download download download!!!
Will translate the lyrics at a later date =) Will also upload some of the ones I like best from Angie's playlist some other time. Spread the enlightenment =) xD And now, to work on my Moral group project. Ugh, it's pretty annoying when your group leader forces you to work on short deadlines. Short translated: ONE FRICKIN DAY. meh.
Oh, and I <3 TOMMY HEAVENLY6 =)
Friday, April 3, 2009
I swear...
If you ever saw me in my car alone, you'd wish you never knew me x) For there's no better place to be yourself when you're all alone! It's really cool especially when you have great rock on CDs. Why? Because every car comes equipped with a in built drum set! Ever notice? It's the circular one which you spin round and round. Try not to drum too hard though. The car in front might shoot you an annoyed glare :P You also have a cool guitar! It's in every car! It's made by THE CREATOR, pretty standard issue, composed of 78.08% nitrogen, 20.95% oxygen, 0.93% argon, 0.038% carbon dioxide, and trace amounts of other gases =) See where I'm coming from? Yeah, so pop in that CD and, tune your base up and turn that volume way up high and shout YEEEHAAA!! x)
I don't actually do this okay. I swear I don't. *koffkoffseriously* Haha, life rocks when you're alone in your car ^^
On another note, today was another day of enlightenment. Just another page in the Book of Tim. You realize things you never thought possible in your everyday life. Today, I realized that there are probably some things you shouldn't play with. Like fire. And today I played with fire. I should've known that there're things that you absolutely can't bring yourself to say unless you mean it. Or maybe it's just a me thing. It was a bad joke Eme, I'm really sorry for that >< I guess it's just me hoping and wishing that I'll be able to use those three words honestly one day, no strings attached. For I have never looked one in the eye said them, not ever, family excluded.
Another of the things today reminded me of is, faith. Faith is a wonderful thing. Faith can do many things. Faith can make one leap into a ravine. Faith can make one disembowel himself. Faith can make one blow himself up in a crowded street with a huge bomb. Horrible things, yes. But is it faith? Yes. But forget not, that faith can make you take a leap of faith unto uncharted waters. Faith can be your warmth through the darkest of times. Faith can make you truly believe, for faith comes not from the head, but from the heart.
Faith, I had faith presented before me today. Faith, if you equate religion with faith, I probably am one of my own faith, and no other's. Faith, I was presented an opportunity to shatter faith today, but shatter I will not, for I am a believer of faith. Only when faith destroys you shall I destroy faith, for it is as my faith commands me to.
Faith, a powerful force indeed. But there is none greater than love. A feeling of inner peace achieved when being true to one's heart. A driving force which pushes you forward like none other which surges up from deep within your soul. A feeling which becomes your strength in the deepest of pits. A feeling which allows you to truly reach out, connect with, and relate to the other six billion kindred souls on Earth. And the feeling that tells you, "Yes, you are The One." Love, defined.
You know what? I've somehow lost my train of thought and I hate being incoherent xD So yeah, post, end x) If you want more food for thought I recommend you read Desiderata =) It'll make you a happier person =) Anyways,
Cheers people,
Tim~
P.S. Don't question the longass posts which appear out of the blue from time to time. Read the title: Tim's Little WHIMS =)
I don't actually do this okay. I swear I don't. *koffkoffseriously* Haha, life rocks when you're alone in your car ^^
On another note, today was another day of enlightenment. Just another page in the Book of Tim. You realize things you never thought possible in your everyday life. Today, I realized that there are probably some things you shouldn't play with. Like fire. And today I played with fire. I should've known that there're things that you absolutely can't bring yourself to say unless you mean it. Or maybe it's just a me thing. It was a bad joke Eme, I'm really sorry for that >< I guess it's just me hoping and wishing that I'll be able to use those three words honestly one day, no strings attached. For I have never looked one in the eye said them, not ever, family excluded.
Another of the things today reminded me of is, faith. Faith is a wonderful thing. Faith can do many things. Faith can make one leap into a ravine. Faith can make one disembowel himself. Faith can make one blow himself up in a crowded street with a huge bomb. Horrible things, yes. But is it faith? Yes. But forget not, that faith can make you take a leap of faith unto uncharted waters. Faith can be your warmth through the darkest of times. Faith can make you truly believe, for faith comes not from the head, but from the heart.
Faith, I had faith presented before me today. Faith, if you equate religion with faith, I probably am one of my own faith, and no other's. Faith, I was presented an opportunity to shatter faith today, but shatter I will not, for I am a believer of faith. Only when faith destroys you shall I destroy faith, for it is as my faith commands me to.
Faith, a powerful force indeed. But there is none greater than love. A feeling of inner peace achieved when being true to one's heart. A driving force which pushes you forward like none other which surges up from deep within your soul. A feeling which becomes your strength in the deepest of pits. A feeling which allows you to truly reach out, connect with, and relate to the other six billion kindred souls on Earth. And the feeling that tells you, "Yes, you are The One." Love, defined.
You know what? I've somehow lost my train of thought and I hate being incoherent xD So yeah, post, end x) If you want more food for thought I recommend you read Desiderata =) It'll make you a happier person =) Anyways,
Cheers people,
Tim~
P.S. Don't question the longass posts which appear out of the blue from time to time. Read the title: Tim's Little WHIMS =)
Now I know.
I used to think life was just a load of BS.
I used to think I've seen it all.
I used to think it'd be no big deal if I disappeared tomorrow, not to me, not to nobody.
I used to think life was overrated.
I used to think life hated me.
I used to think I could live alone.
But now I know,
That there's always more than meets the eye.
And now I know,
There's always something new to be seen in the same sights of everyday.
And now I know,
That living in the moment is a feeling of bliss like no other,
And now I know,
We have six senses, but we're usually closed to the sixth, the heart.
And now I know,
If you continue to tread the broken road, you'll pick up many shiny pebbles along the way.
There're people that,
Make you smile from the heart.
There're people that,
You'd trust with your life.
There're people that,
Make the sun shine through when skies are grey.
There're people that,
Paint your grayscale world technicolour.
And it's these people that,
Make your life worth living.
Let me tell you a story.
Your average Joe was driving along a freeway one day. He abides by the speed limit, for he is a simple, ordinary man. People zoom by in the fast lane, twice the speed or more than that of his. Speed demons, we call them. Demons they may be, engines howling, tires screeching as they zip past him, but they do not affect him, for the broken line on the asphalt is infinitely wider than it seems.
He lives an honest living, working as a salaryman, earning a meager wage. But he was happy with his life. After all, what was that not to be satisfied about? He had food to satiate his hunger. A home, he has, and returns to every day. A studio apartment, with four whitewashed walls, a meer 800 square feet, 800 square feet which encompassed his life. A nineteen inch TV, nothing fancy. Second-hand and ten years old it may be. But it serves its function. And he would never ask for more. A four poster bed, neatly made and it beckons him, beckons him to rest his weary head on a soft down pillow, beckons him to allow it to wash away his conciousness, beckons him to face the sight of warm orange, piercing into the calm, deep blue sky, which resists not, for none can escape the flow of time. And to its beckoning, he answers.
As he lies, he gazes at the night sky through the little window he always looks through. What he sees, is a beautiful sky, a deep indigo blanketed by grey clouds, lit up by the Moon, graciously shining down upon the Earth, which too, like you, bask in the moonlight, weary from the intense, unforgiving gaze of the day. But most of all, you notice that, today's sky, is not the same as yesterday's. He sees many stars. He loves looking at the sky, but most of all he loves the stars. "They're so pretty!" He thinks. They twinkle and shimmer. Some in harmony, some in discord. Some in phase, some not. Some fainter than others, some brighter than others. Sometimes he thinks, if they even realize he's here, gazing lovingly upon them from afar.
For he loves the sky so, and watches it every night, he notices how it changes. Some nights he sees no stars, for the lights of the city brighten the sky so, and their faint twinkling is masked by the bustling city underneath. But in loss, there is gain. He then gazes upon the brightly lit buildings below. Lights they may be, but under each and every one of those lights is a human life. And those lights flicker on and off ever so often. But most nights, the city is at peace, as the city sleeps as it rightfully should when the Sun slips ever so meekly down the horizon.
He names the stars he sees, for none of them are quite like another. The little one in the North-East he named Chris, and the cheeky one in the South, Jude was his name, A bold one, in the West, one that always seemed to have many others following him. That, he named Julius. A star, larger than the others, but always seemed a little lonely, Goliath, he called him, would be lurking in the East. And a restless one, flickering ever so often, affectionately called Peter, in the middle of them all. But he sees them one day, but maybe not another. Maybe one of them decided to hide behind a little grey cloud for the night. Maybe another just decided not to shine today. Maybe another went to visit his grandma at another end of the universe. And maybe another just had a fight with the others and escaped to join the day on the other side of Earth, for day and night never mingle, never overlap. But he'll come back some day.
These stars, they move around ever so often, so random, so spontaneous, all in the same night sky, but yet he wondered, do they say hi when they pass by each other? Or would they just be too absorbed in their own business. He wondered, whether Jace had met Julie, because he knew they'd be such a perfect match for each other. He marveled, at Charlotte and Sherene, always at polar opposites of the sky but he knew they were the best of friends. He smiles at the stars that twinkle, for stars twinkle when they smile, and so, he smiles back.
For many years he watches the night sky, but yet, he knows nothing of it, for one day it is what it is today, but becomes yesterday next week, and becomes something totally unknown next year. He loves the night sky so, and is afraid he might forget what it looks like today. So he takes out his sketchbook, and etches it onto the page, ever so dilligently. It doesn't look exactly like what he sees, but he cares not, for there is beauty in imperfection. Happy with his masterpiece, he allows himself to drift away, knowing he'd always be able to see every face of the night sky which he loved so much any time he wanted, now that he had it in his beloved sketchbook. Maybe at a later date he might be disappointed. For as time takes its toll, the pages yellow. Friction makes its mark, smearing the pencil marks, distorting the beautiful view he adored so. At a later date he would lament, but he would remember, he had a kindred spirit. He would then meet up a good friend, now old and grey, sketchbook in hand, ruffled at the edges, and yellow too, from aging. And together, they would piece together, the night skies they had fell in love with so long ago over, and continue sketching on those same pages. Yellow as they may be, sktech on those pages they will, till they can take no more, and crumble to dust.
Haha, okay. I'm done. I just sat down at my com feeling a sudden urge to write, poured everything out, and viola, the end product of two hours, here. It's probably very incoherent. My thoughts were rushing all over the place. I think it's the sugar rush. Dessert party on an empty is not a good idea XD So sorry there was so much extra Eme, we all wanted to eat more, we really did, but, now I know, there's only so much dessert you can eat XD And also, endorphins are good for you! =) And nothing releases a good bunch of 'em like a good laugh. Which I had plenty of today. Somehow I felt today was especially fun. It really was. Haha, anyways,
I used to think I've seen it all.
I used to think it'd be no big deal if I disappeared tomorrow, not to me, not to nobody.
I used to think life was overrated.
I used to think life hated me.
I used to think I could live alone.
But now I know,
That there's always more than meets the eye.
And now I know,
There's always something new to be seen in the same sights of everyday.
And now I know,
That living in the moment is a feeling of bliss like no other,
And now I know,
We have six senses, but we're usually closed to the sixth, the heart.
And now I know,
If you continue to tread the broken road, you'll pick up many shiny pebbles along the way.
There're people that,
Make you smile from the heart.
There're people that,
You'd trust with your life.
There're people that,
Make the sun shine through when skies are grey.
There're people that,
Paint your grayscale world technicolour.
And it's these people that,
Make your life worth living.
Let me tell you a story.
Your average Joe was driving along a freeway one day. He abides by the speed limit, for he is a simple, ordinary man. People zoom by in the fast lane, twice the speed or more than that of his. Speed demons, we call them. Demons they may be, engines howling, tires screeching as they zip past him, but they do not affect him, for the broken line on the asphalt is infinitely wider than it seems.
He lives an honest living, working as a salaryman, earning a meager wage. But he was happy with his life. After all, what was that not to be satisfied about? He had food to satiate his hunger. A home, he has, and returns to every day. A studio apartment, with four whitewashed walls, a meer 800 square feet, 800 square feet which encompassed his life. A nineteen inch TV, nothing fancy. Second-hand and ten years old it may be. But it serves its function. And he would never ask for more. A four poster bed, neatly made and it beckons him, beckons him to rest his weary head on a soft down pillow, beckons him to allow it to wash away his conciousness, beckons him to face the sight of warm orange, piercing into the calm, deep blue sky, which resists not, for none can escape the flow of time. And to its beckoning, he answers.
As he lies, he gazes at the night sky through the little window he always looks through. What he sees, is a beautiful sky, a deep indigo blanketed by grey clouds, lit up by the Moon, graciously shining down upon the Earth, which too, like you, bask in the moonlight, weary from the intense, unforgiving gaze of the day. But most of all, you notice that, today's sky, is not the same as yesterday's. He sees many stars. He loves looking at the sky, but most of all he loves the stars. "They're so pretty!" He thinks. They twinkle and shimmer. Some in harmony, some in discord. Some in phase, some not. Some fainter than others, some brighter than others. Sometimes he thinks, if they even realize he's here, gazing lovingly upon them from afar.
For he loves the sky so, and watches it every night, he notices how it changes. Some nights he sees no stars, for the lights of the city brighten the sky so, and their faint twinkling is masked by the bustling city underneath. But in loss, there is gain. He then gazes upon the brightly lit buildings below. Lights they may be, but under each and every one of those lights is a human life. And those lights flicker on and off ever so often. But most nights, the city is at peace, as the city sleeps as it rightfully should when the Sun slips ever so meekly down the horizon.
He names the stars he sees, for none of them are quite like another. The little one in the North-East he named Chris, and the cheeky one in the South, Jude was his name, A bold one, in the West, one that always seemed to have many others following him. That, he named Julius. A star, larger than the others, but always seemed a little lonely, Goliath, he called him, would be lurking in the East. And a restless one, flickering ever so often, affectionately called Peter, in the middle of them all. But he sees them one day, but maybe not another. Maybe one of them decided to hide behind a little grey cloud for the night. Maybe another just decided not to shine today. Maybe another went to visit his grandma at another end of the universe. And maybe another just had a fight with the others and escaped to join the day on the other side of Earth, for day and night never mingle, never overlap. But he'll come back some day.
These stars, they move around ever so often, so random, so spontaneous, all in the same night sky, but yet he wondered, do they say hi when they pass by each other? Or would they just be too absorbed in their own business. He wondered, whether Jace had met Julie, because he knew they'd be such a perfect match for each other. He marveled, at Charlotte and Sherene, always at polar opposites of the sky but he knew they were the best of friends. He smiles at the stars that twinkle, for stars twinkle when they smile, and so, he smiles back.
For many years he watches the night sky, but yet, he knows nothing of it, for one day it is what it is today, but becomes yesterday next week, and becomes something totally unknown next year. He loves the night sky so, and is afraid he might forget what it looks like today. So he takes out his sketchbook, and etches it onto the page, ever so dilligently. It doesn't look exactly like what he sees, but he cares not, for there is beauty in imperfection. Happy with his masterpiece, he allows himself to drift away, knowing he'd always be able to see every face of the night sky which he loved so much any time he wanted, now that he had it in his beloved sketchbook. Maybe at a later date he might be disappointed. For as time takes its toll, the pages yellow. Friction makes its mark, smearing the pencil marks, distorting the beautiful view he adored so. At a later date he would lament, but he would remember, he had a kindred spirit. He would then meet up a good friend, now old and grey, sketchbook in hand, ruffled at the edges, and yellow too, from aging. And together, they would piece together, the night skies they had fell in love with so long ago over, and continue sketching on those same pages. Yellow as they may be, sktech on those pages they will, till they can take no more, and crumble to dust.
Haha, okay. I'm done. I just sat down at my com feeling a sudden urge to write, poured everything out, and viola, the end product of two hours, here. It's probably very incoherent. My thoughts were rushing all over the place. I think it's the sugar rush. Dessert party on an empty is not a good idea XD So sorry there was so much extra Eme, we all wanted to eat more, we really did, but, now I know, there's only so much dessert you can eat XD And also, endorphins are good for you! =) And nothing releases a good bunch of 'em like a good laugh. Which I had plenty of today. Somehow I felt today was especially fun. It really was. Haha, anyways,
A BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JAMIE!
Haha, I better get some sleep now. I don't think my family or neighbours appreciate hard hard rock being blasted at 2:16AM from my new playlist courtesy of Angie. Lol x)
Cheers people,
Tim~
Cheers people,
Tim~
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