jus saw something on the internet, which almost caused my heart to explode out of my mouth, and then implode into my abdomen. saw this guy, getting into some uni course...nvm shall not talk further..shocked, but now i have calmed down.

went swimming with dad. had a good exercise session. but then ate prawn mee and mcwings for dinner. both of it for dinner. coz prawn mee sucked balls, so have to go to mac to satisfy my hunger and also my tastebuds.

i wanna be successful in the future. no need to be freaking rich, own many luxurious rides or reside in opulent housing environments. jus wanna be successful. so help me God.

one day, i wish to be an eloquent and confident orator, have the ability to deliver captivating and spectacular speeches..be like an Obama or something.

for now, my life has no aim. Dunno what uni I'm going. Yes, until now. feel sian.

here's a synopsis of my life at the moment :



Kenneth awakes to Don Henley's Boys of Summer (courtesy of his phone alarm), the usually calming and melodious tone has transformed into a rebarbative and raucous chime in his ears. Obviously unaccustomed to shifting his lazy butt off the enchanting bed at such unhumanly hours of Kenneth biological time(the time is 12pm), he clumsily switches off the alarm, remains recumbent, drops the phone beside his head, and dozes back off to the state he enjoys the most, in deep sleep. Some time later, the sweltering heat, the glaring and painful sun rays, full bladder and the severe hunger pangs proved too much for the ever-so-relentless Kenneth, and forces him to awake and face the glory of daylight. He twists his stiff neck to have a look at the ugly face of the clock. 2pm. Not too bad, not too bad. At least he didn't miss dinner or supper.

So Kenneth moves sloppily to the bathroom, washes up reluctantly, and then drags his lazy body and half-deadened mind towards the beholder of all truths and knowledge, his computer. From there, he checks his usual websites. Facebook, Soccernet, Facebook, Wikipedia, Dictionary, Facebook,Man Utd website, Facebook,Hotmail (Mental note to self : Do check facebook again). He repeatedly checks Sleuth (The detective game) to ascertain that he has reached the limit of playable mysteries for un-subscribers for the day.

Later. Feeling much alive from the replenishment of worldly knowledge (Man Utd won!) and daily dose of computer screen radiation, he moves on to the next phase of his gloriously wonderful day. Food. A chore, to be frank. Eat eat eat. Another boring meal, another mundane event.

The highlight of the day beckons, after the food session. He bathes, and prepares himself for the arduous, yet exciting, task ahead of him. Gym/Swimming.

After a good relaxing work out session, he moves along to get his essential intake of food, once again. Of course, a chore it is. Then back to his crib, he changes his outfit, and back to the slack internet surfer outfit. boxers and singlet.

Back to the computer. He searches for job postings, meticulously reading the job details, and subsequently eliminating all his options, because they all want people who can commit for 6 months or so. No way Mr Kenneth can withstand the torturous routine of WAKING UP EARLY for WORK for SIX MONTHS.

It is night time. Back to his room, his so-called sanctuary, where he does his thing. Not what you are thinking. He reads a good book (John Le Carre is a fav) in his room, absolutely savouring the tranquility and the rare solitude. Such surreal and peaceful atmosphere can only occur at night, which explains the nocturnal lifestyle of his.

Soon after, it is back to television/computer for more knowledge consumption. And of course, the favourite meal of the day,supper (Because he is most awake at this hour). Most likely a scrumptious mac cheeseburger, or some delectable ice cream cones. Who cares if it is unhealthy, he exclaims to himself. If Kenneth is lucky, he will inadvertently stumble upon a Man Utd match (whereby he had also inadvertently checked the soccer fixtures beforehand), which he will watch without fail. Oh come on, he thinks to himself, such a rare show, of coz must stay up late lah! However, even with the absence of Man Utd matches on his tube, he will somehow find a show that appeals to him. During such times, he will think, oh come on, such a rare show. He was actually watching Solitary 2.0, The moment of truth, or simply Headline News on ChannelNewsAsia.

Soon it is 5am, and he slowly returns to his lair. The tempting bed awaits for his butt and back to rest upon it. And it is at this moment, he feels something strange. something called, deja vu. And then he thinks back, and realises something awfully disturbing. The pertubed mind thinks : I have been living such a life since I ORD-ed.




yeah so im slacking my arse off coz i have no job. oh shit did i mention The Moment Of Truth is one hell of an exciting show.

anw cheers to the year ahead.