End

It's the end. Not the end of the world but the end of this blog. I ain't gonna update anymore and at the same time ain't gonna delete the blog though there are only a few pathetic posts left after I deleted all my entries of two years. Pretty dumb I know, it was just by impulse. After all my typed entries are always obscure. Lets keep my life private.
And the beautiful young lady who I see everywhere and even on TV till now, you could either ask me to fuck off/ get out of my life/ get a gang to bash me up. haha, but I'll still be into you.
Cannot wait for National Service and my life starts all over again.
And it was probably the right mistake....
I think I screwed my SMU application.
End!

P.S: I'm tired of being caught in the tangle of peoples' lives.. watchmen

BYE bye REN JIN!
8 years of friendship...
Hope you read this, all the best and have a safe trip!

piquant suspense

rain
rain drops;
water;
the ocean;
in there fish;
many kinds,
many kinds.................
piquant suspense~

P.S: I deleted all my works, everything's gone, so is punkPOETIC..wooooo

Failure to fire

Mum messaged me: " Don't overexercise, you have not recovered fully ." I attempted a run after 6 months and three weeks. I went out like a poser with running shades but ended up as a loser. I bet nashole is overly happy now! I certainly fulfilled my mum's wish too at the same time ! I simply ran a mere 1km and gave up. The chicken legs just wouldn't let me stride foward. I'm damn mood out.. Is it because I was really 'dying' or was I too slow? The fact is I just wanted to stop running because I couldn't run as normal. Learning to run before walking eh. I hate it when I've to start from scratch. I guess, as I got older I have became more stubborn to return to the start line. Fuck. Nevertheless, I ain't giving up 'again' and really need my dad's help now. I damn mood out now, gosh I'll try on mon again..

P.S: why's life so pissing now, is it my body mass?

Babe, came to see the doctor?

Oh well for me I hate doctors but yet trust them. Irony is my middle name. I'm just like my mum, fond of interrogating the doctor like a police officer when the clinical professional himself is consulting. You can't completely believe doctors decisions all the time, you got to debate. Like every ordinary human being doctors are sceptics. They are fond of carrying out trial & error procedures to suit their claim and at the same time leaching our dollars like gold money diggers. But, they do save lives, I salute them for doing god's work at times. Anyway hours ago was clinic trauma. The doctor told me " Vimallan you are my first patient to get this." " I definitely made history for you today! ", I wanted to tell her that. I was laughing in agony and seriously swearing incessantly. I was holding back those vulgar language.
Doctor said: enough of shitting, give me 2 more minutes!
anesthesia 'sangat baik', macam sakit sia......

The Miracle of 'MAD' Medicine!

Listen to myself

First thing I wrote then: "I'm so pissed off!" And i'm still fucked up now..
I feel like a fool for a truck load o reasons.....
nothing to lose eh..I felt like a fool each time..
At least Chelsea was even a bigger loser last night! haha
Happy CNY!

Loud

I was at ngee ann open house with Yazid a while ago after Nash & DAUD 'ditched' me yesterday. They absolutely went to eye candy, guarantee that. nothing much, acting like O'level grads enquiring. We couldn't stop laughing, bird brains we. scoffing and giggling. Next nursing faculty. Yazid caught on tape labouring a baby in scrubs,latex gloves and surgical tools. Fadzli was there with his cheer squad, was trying to tell him I got punched, crap I know. And most essential, loud band performances, good but lack originality, obvious bits and pieces taken from international bands. growl only......
yes, I deferred NS. macam boring seh, it's not that I'm lazy to work....

P.S: Gon Chang, think from the heart, you'll know what to do!

Spilled the milk

Pondering over something. Maybe many many things. Hand loses grip, cup of cold milk slips and stains the floor choc brown. Chocolate milk it should be, otherwise why brown. Still caught aimlessly in another world, unaware of 'thuds' and topple sounds as well as the splash of silky milk or actually rather watery, 99% fat-free. merepek! So deeply immersed in revolving thoughts is it? Is this all going to revolutionise the world or change my/ones life? Moments of boredom perhaps. Some boredom did led to great breakthroughs for example our brainy Einstein. I really have no idea what I'm typing. I'm just typing aimlessly and I never did not spill any milk not...
vimal is aimless......
& a geek too...

Riding away

Happy New Year*

P.S: some things can't be changed, including me.....