The Journey from 1 - 70.
Would make a great composition especially for my exams.
lets pray i can somehow fit the topic into the exam question :(

I am writing this letter to you, to a shrouded unknowingness, a deep scar left upon my soul--that, which seems to have been an obscurity and the only reason for traveling through this maze of green walls. Before I ever realized it, I had become so engrossed and drawn to this enigma of the darkness. I am now arriving at the inner station. This has been a captivating and intriguing experience thus far, and to realize it is not yet over, utterly exhausts me. I have only eight miles to meet you, the gaping hole in my soul. The quietness of the green wall and motionlessness of the river is eerie, almost unsettling--the movement in the bushes became numb with an unnatural sleep. I am now sleeping this unnatural sleep as well; the air in my chest shortens and deepens, as if it were a foreboding omen lying ahead in the foggy darkness. Nearly two months I have been on this voyage, waiting, to meet you, a vague obscurity in my reality--I have seen more than I would like to see. This has turned into an atmosphere of death, death has followed life, it now awaits it, it peers at us, simply waiting, patiently. Like a snake waiting to strike, devour its prey, it waits for us. And like its prey, I have questioning life and death. Death; illness; both are misinterpreted approaches to death. You must wonder what I am speaking of; as do I, I will notify you the moment that I find the answer in this sea of doubt. I do not intend to mail this letter off because it is mostly for me. So, with this being said, I would like to describe my version of “Kurtz,” the Kurtz that I believe is the plug to this hole.

I am in the Jungles of Africa searching for you. I have traveled hundreds of miles to see you; I have survived attacks to see you; I have seen death, torture and slavery to see you; I have seen what, I hope, no other man should be allowed to see, simply to see You. You, you is a he whom I believe I may never see. You, to me, are a revelation, and in reality, revelations are not seen or heard with the senses-instead they are only perceived. That is what You are to me. A truth, a feature of this world-a gateway to another dimension that contains only darkness. The truth may be too hard for the human heart to endure. He is of enigmatical character, or so says the Russian man, the one with blue eyes. This Russian man is confused, I believe, which I may only believe to be my own foreshadowing of what is to come. This foreshadowing is an image of my boat, pushing along these green walls, along this muddy river, though this Fog, though Death, and trying to make sense of it all, but not being able to. Similar to predicting the future, the outcome can only be guessed, inaccurately. However, stating that all my experiences make no sense--now, I do understand that. Shall I bow to my knees when I meet the fateful hand of his?

So, I hear that you are ill; you have my sympathies; however, the bulk of my sympathies go to my helmsman, who, by the way, is dead by your attack. I had his rose-red blood spilling on my shoes--the spear that messed my shoes came from your people. Getting to You was not worth losing a man whom I have given recognition to, but it’s a bit too late. This angers me. Your timing could not have been worse. The helmsman was my partner; when I looked into his cold, expired eyes, we had a moment where time stood still and we became friends. Then I had to take my shoes off and through him overboard because of the cannibals I’m traveling with.

To you, Kurtz, I am ready to feel sorry for myself and address the sympathy that is within me. I am weak, yes. I have weaker morals than you, yes. However, does that make me any less of a person? So, is my destiny to travel down this deathful river into the heart of the Truth that you somehow may represent; and if so I hope that perhaps when I do come to your side, and, bow if need be, I will shake your hand and you will give me answers. Answers for my quest. You may tell me what you know about life, and love, and the existence of humanity-- the role evil and lightless matter have in the universe-- and how this oily mess spills from the hearts of men, and why. Why have I followed the path of liquid bordered by hollows of darkness and fog? And why I have passed dead corpses strewed along the forest floor like flowers in a meadow, death pouring like vapor from their gaping mouths, to get to you? Why have I embarked on this endeavor, simply to meet You? Crickets and fish and owls singing, and sprouting with life, hammered down by the presence of some ominous deathly aura that I feel may emanate from your being all throughout the Congo stretch. Why have I ventured so, and what is the purpose of this letter, but to try to let my mind grasp its existence? Oh, all these questions and the curiosity to find out! And so, you ask me... have I straightened my thoughts a bit--to perhaps make this voyage a bit more bearable without my questions haunting me so? And my answer for you, sir, is no. I suppose I will have to wait.

You were everything I wanted.
You were everything a girl could be.
Then you left me brokenhearted
Now you don't mean a thing to me
All I wanted was your
Love love love love love love

Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
Now that it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you
Brought you around
And you just brought me down.
Hate is a strong word.
But I really really really don't like you.

I really don't like you.

Thought that everything was perfect
Isn't that how it's supposed to be?
Thought you thought that I was worth it
Now I think a little differently
All I wanted was your
Love love love love love love


Would like to apologise bout my previous post on my teacher miss yvonne chong AGAIN..
and tat was bulshit bout the measuring my dick and shit..

:D lol

It's the September holidays.. Exams are gnnna start soon.
:D I'M LEVEL 63 on my Nightelf Hunter in WoW.
I think Grace Leong is soo hawt and cute.
Eatin Oreos and dwnloading songs.
Btw my Speakers PWN THE ASS Out of anything! :D
Subwoofers are the shit of all shit.
I h4x0rz Games..
My AmATHS STill sucks.
I got nothing better to do..
and sorry for not updating

-Ray/Dick
btw i still think of Rebecca and do talk abt her.
btw i apologise for umm all those fckign prank calls frm me freinds :D wish u all the best!

MISS YVONNE CHONG Is SOO SCARED OF ME! SHE KEEPS REFUSING TO TEACH OUR CLASS..!! HAHHAHA OWNED! PWNED. and i wont accept any other reason ur gonna give :D oh yeh i forgive u for ur past mistakes its all cool :)

This is the potential gay song. :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
wE GOT a along dick till u take that. now all i want is my dildos back. did u get tat? lemme repeat that. I want my dildos back!>.<"
This blog has officially been trashed by Dick..

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( )( ) MY COCk's almost 5 inches..:D Measured it. and i shaved.. :] *nananana* the Pong ping song..

woots.. Long time!! haha haven't updated yeh.
Well i'll guess i have to summarise everything i've been through in just one post!

Life is pretty rock at the moment. I'm at the 3rd term of school, and i still havent pulled up my socks and go look for a tuition teacher, instead i'm just lazing around at home playing computer games (World Of WarCraft). God i really i've got a computer addiction!

My dad has finnaly moved out of his old shop in Q'way 01-28 after like umm 28 over years i suppose which is a very long time.. He's shifted to another unit at the second floor 02-05, which is uber boring to be at..The Traffic Flow of customers just ain't right!.

School!!Yeah got loads to rant about!!Especially about Yvonne! Guesss what? She's not teaching our class English anymore,it's sort of a dissapointment and a relief.. The class misses her dearly and all of them are blaming me for the loss of their beloved teacher, i honestly don't give a damn about it lol! Instead i got a fresh piece of meat to fry now :D I got Olivia Oon.. :D She's English, by that i mean british of course. She's not too bad looking.. I like the way she says my name in class, she over does it by pronouncing the Dique ( too fast). But still we do get to see her for Music Lessons every Tuesday, which is tomorrow.

The Inter Class soccer competition is up and going right now.. Recruitment for the class has started and i'm the " Captain"*cough* A lousy captain. Yeah i suck at soccer big time! But sadly this year our class doesn't have the right players we used to have when we were back in sec 2 and 1.. We had those superstars " Zasli,Haikal,Yan,Tien Yue,Caleb. Lol. But at least we've got Marc,Ishpal,Hong Tai and a good keeper Andrew..(Although i hate to admit it, Andrew makes a really good keeper. We've been having regular practices lately, cos we just don't wanna lose. BADLY!! yeah we're gonna lose fer sure! But just hope it won't be a really bad lose.

Home.. My house is mess up. My mom and me have been hunting for some good cheap condos around the area, cos the owner of this shitty apartment wants us out..Yeah i've seen some good ones.. Just that my dad ain't helping out with the tight budget he's got. But i hope he makes do with whatever he can afford to spend at the moment.
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Well i've gotta go play my game now!I'll keep you guys updated though. hopefully at least once a month

I couldn’t give a damn whether the chicken or the egg came to existence
first.
My inquiry is along the line of colors, fruits and the meaning of life.
Surprisingly I have found an interesting liaison concatenating these three
elements.

Consider the orange fruit. The flagrant joyous delicacy that flourishes
within the trees of Florida and is encapsulated within crates on the
doorsteps of the people in america each winter. Perfectly orbed, as if it was the
emanation of a master meatball roller, the orange fruit is a gem amongst the
fallible bananas, mangos and apples of the times.

There is no question about the consummate and old reliable orange fruit. It
is round. You can count on it. Underneath the barrier of the orange fruits
contemptible peel, the corpulent segments of the bountiful globe are genial
and relishing... Hence, I perceive the orange fruit as an
excellence in its kind. In delineating this fruit I cannot help but come
across a conundrum of question to the color of the orange fruit. Seventy-two out of
Eighty people commuting the streets of Orchard Road on a given Saturday
afternoon will agree that the color of the orange fruit is, infact, the color
“orange.”

Did the color orange exist before the orange fruit came to exist? Let us
say that the color of orange existed first. Some plant germinating science
freak of 9999BC colors the Purple Fruit a shade of orange... therefore it
shall be christened “Orange Fruit.” Or on the opposition, let us say that there was
a Special Fruit. A man discovered that his neighbors face was the color of the
Special Fruit. The Special Fruit’s color was named Orange after the neighbor,

Mr. Gregory Orange. The name of the Special Fruit was gradually conceived
from the name of Mr. Gregory Orange because, hey, the fruit is orange just
like his face.

Where ever did the color and fruit cross? Was it so simple as a
misunderstanding and mocking of a certain Mr. Gregory Orange? Surely
there is a purpose for the two elements to be so intertwined in one another's
meanings. For the fruit and the color shall ever be cooperatively defined as:
A reddish-yellow color. That is all.

Classrooms become fashion shows where meaningless discussions of
music, sports and entertainment proliferate. Hallways become brutal
canvases where the self-proclaimed “incrowd” can paint a masterpiece of
cruelty and ostracization with fear of receiving the same type of contempt,
prejudice, violence, anger. One must contend with the fact that they are
fruitless, burdensome and useless in a world of beautiful, happy people.

I am merely a pawn, a stepping stone, that is used for others triump hant parades.
Sometimes we have to find out for ourselves who we are. Existing is
not enough. We must question our purpose. For it is not until then that we
know what we ought to do. Any Orange Fruit certainly has a lot of thinking
to do as to it’s own purpose, as it’s identity is stolen by a member of the
prism. As I sit and watch life through a looking glass I question: Did I
bring life or did life bring me? Which came first... Me or Life? And where ever
was the point that the two of us crossed? ... I do not recall any instances.

haha look at the time..
super late eh? well this is how it's been so far during the holidays.. work in the day gaming at night.. Rest for a couple of hours before going back to whatever i'm supposed to be doing.
[PC SHOW]
Recently i've been to the PC show in Suntec City twice so far, once with khamin which was on the 2nd day and with my mom on the last day. Loads of cheap memory cards and computer stuff. I bought a 2.1 Speaker for my room and a Razer Mouse + ExactMat free. My dad bought a 32" LCD Tv and a Home theatre system for my mom as her birthday gift..
[Mom's Birthday]
Oh yeah talking bout my mom's birthday! It's her birthday today :P I'd like to wish her a Happy Birthday and i apologise for all the nasty things i'v done to you and all the things that i've done that has brought our family down.. Nothing will ever bring us back to our previous lifestyle but let bygones be bygones. Hopefully things MIGHT change for the better. I honestly love you and i really don't wanna see you angry with me all the time. You get angry for all the small things but it means a whole lot of a deal for u.. Happy Birthday
[Holidays]
Holidays, my dad's suppose to bring us out on a road trip to Malaysia, for the first time in my life im going somewhere either than Kuala Lumpur and Johor.. But apparently, my dad dosen't know how to drive to Malaysia and he's certainly not gonna ask anyone else to drive our car! Especially in Malaysia.. Life's a bitch eh? now we'll probably go by the stinking bus.
[Grades]
I haven't really been studying lately nor thinking bout my homework and revision.. My grades are really dissapointing for the first time in my life i haven't reached at least the top 5 in level and class.. It's realy dissapointing.. But i shouldn't be surprised cos at the rate that i'm going with my gaming addiction i'm bound to go Poly and not JC. Gotta put more effort in that.
[LOVE]
haha you know i've got something to admit.. I loved Rebecca.. kk there's a ed in there! I thought we had something special but apparently she just wanted to be friends well its okay! :D She's not the type who looks at someone's inner self but she's more focused on first impression. Seriously.. i hate it when i just don't do all those romantic stuff girls expect of you when ur crushing on them.. Well I'm starting to move on with life, she hasn't talked to me much lately and i don't think she'll want to. She's probably stopped looking at my blog so its kinda' safe i guess to say this " I REALLY LOVED YOU!"


Let's go to the park
I wanna kiss you underneath the stars
Maybe we'll go too far
We just don't care
You know I love it when you're loving me
Sometimes it's better when it's publicly
I'm not ashamed I don't care who sees
Us hugging and kissing; our love exhibition, oh.
We'll rendezvous out on the fire escape
I'd like to set off an alarm today
The love emergency, don't make me wait
Just follow I'll lead you
I urgently need you, oh.
If we keep up all this fooling around
We'll be the talk of the town
I'll show the world all my love anytime
Let's open the blinds
'Cause we really don't mind.
Oh, I don't care about propriety
Let's break the rules; ignore society
Maybe our neighbours like to spy, it's true
So what if they watch when we do what we do, oh.

i've got sore eyes.. pass keeps coming out
my mouth is full of phlem. I've got green mucus
The pain in my head is painstaking. I scream in agony when i cough
I've got a fever with sore eyes and a sore throat..


I'm sitting here playing World OF wARcRAFT


DICK HAS OFFICIALY NO FUCKING LIFE.:D
Thanks to WORLD OF WARCAFT
May many more people be addicted to this fucking game