Underneath the stars .
Alone, I wait .

hi there! and weLcome tO mY liFe.
Life, that's what makes up blogs, doesn't it?
i'm goning to skip all the bullshit and come to the point.
u're most weLcome tO share mY liFe, my experiences with me.
please just respect my point of view and judgement.
aferall, that's the least we can offer as human beings.
before i end, i would like to share this qoute with you all.

"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent"

enjoy... =p


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His name is AKM.
He first cried on 26NOV88.
He is studying at
Ngee Ann Polytechnic; Electrical Engineering.
He is outgoing, yet he observes.
He is cool, yet he thinks.
He is lazy, yet he analyses.
He is crude, yet he cares.
He is silent, yet he impacts.
Now, that's him.
baby dear

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what i want? it is something hard for me to say. i already have everything i ever wanted.

my own TV. my own DVD. my own LAPTOP. my own PHONE. my own MOBILE. my own iPOD. my own ROOM. my own BIKE. my own BANKER(dad).

what else can a 'simple' guy like me wish for?
maybe, a little more friends.

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CK. FateeN. JoeY. SpenceR. KakaK. Li FanG. QuraishA. CahayA. FarhanA. Ming ShI. ShikiN. AqilaH. AmbeR. JackY. BryaN. JoeybflY. ShazwiN. AugustinE. FarhaN. FaraH. Xiao WeI. GabrieL. 6.1'02-CpS.

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Saturday, September 27, 2008
1:15 AM

yesterday was really a beat! had totally no time! that is why i am updating at this hour. so busy with what? my dad got into an accident actually. sigh. my mom woke me up at about 8 telling me my dad had an accident. almost immediately my eyes open and i rushed to the phone to call up my dad! the next thing i knew, i was putting on the nearest clothes i could find, grabbed my wallet and ran out! adding to my dilemma, it was raining cats and dogs and the morning jams are no stranger to us. it took me an hour to reach the place, in a cab. imagine that? a car had knocked down my dad's bike on AYE just before the Alexander exit. when i reached the scene, this stupid Cisco officer approached me. the first thing that came out of my mouth was that who the hell hit my dad?! where that fellow?! then that mother-fucker started babbling in his stupid Indian accent that no one knocked my dad and the had skidded on his own. how would you have reacted if a moron said that about your dad. so i asked his to his face if he fucking saw the incident with his own eyes! and he shut his gap!! no wasting much time own those shit-heads as i was told that the traffic police would investigate the matter, i rushed to the hospital. what actually happened was that the mother fucker driver actually did an abrupt lane change hitting my dad's bike in the process. not only that! that son of a bitch even those a tyre over my dad's shoulder as his bike fell to the ground!! which in turn 'popped' my dad's shoulder socket!! *won't go into much details as I'm afraid i will smash my laptop on the floor due to the fire burning in my heart!!!!!*
i was there standing beside my dad from 9am to 1+pm as he lay on the bed. frankly, i had never felt so helpless in my life before! all i could do was to pray to everything to be right again. it also gave me time to reflect on how i have been rude to him and how much he actually meant to me. fortunate the doctor was able to pop his shoulder back into place but there's still a small fracture for which he has to attend a surgery. when my dad got released, he couldn't even wear his own shirt or shoes. as i knelt down to tie his shoe laces for him, my whole life flashed past my very own eyes. how i would be nothing if he hadn't raised me and how still i am dependent on him. the first words i spoke to his was "no more riding for you from now on". as if i were my dad's father. i felt a certain responsibility in me. a certain feeling that i was not a child anymore. and being the elder son, i am not doing as much for my parents as i really could.
so please people. it's a sincere request from my heart, give your parents the respect they truly deserve. don't even take them for granted as they won't be there by your side forever! the least you can do to pay back for all those years they have sacrificed for you is to give them a decent amount of respect!! please!!
"SGE 6273 E" <-- this is the licence plate of that fucker! my request to the blog community: please break his side mirror, wind screen, scratch his car or even burn it down if you happen to see this car. please!!! may god bless all of you!!