Big Ben Theory

School has ended. And as much as I should be in a whole partying mood and enjoying the holidays, somehow I don't really feel that, not even a tinge of the supposed "feeling". Probably because almost half of MMP's grade flew away due to humans' folly. But i guess its over and as who we are, we make mistakes so i'll leave it as that.

Life is simply like a concorde. Passes quickly and you never know where you might end up at. Frightening it is, to know that you either reach your destination, or crash in some native, foreign land that speaks otherwise of your dreams and aspirations.


Its pretty much decided that I'm going to work. I hate to have days that 5pm marks the start of the day for me, with nothing, and i mean nothing at all to do. And Singapore being so exclusive and expensive, you need money. It sucks to know that you're broke.


Just not too long ago, a group of emotional us went to watch an amazingly sweet, heartwrenching, evocative movie. Gerard Butler(a.k.a Captain 8-Pack) and Hilary Swank might not have been top of anyone’s lists for a romantic movie, but the movie had me crying. Which doesn’t say much really, but yes, just go watch it. 50 stars upon 5.

Sometimes, there's only one thing left to say. P.S.: i love you.

And the acronyms P.S is highly controversial. There are some that say it stands for porn star and some say that it could be pang sai.

Poor holly, even a widow is made fun of. Look at the friends i mix with (:

You should see the people in the theatre. Not a single dry eye at the last scene. From all the accumulated emotions right from the start of the show, the last scene was the trigger. Thankfully, i brought along tissues.

And yes girls, MAN do cry.

I beg to differ with the chinese saying that states, "Man, shed blood but don't shed tears."

Even in the bible it says, "Jesus wept."

I rest my case.

Period.



Anyways, presenting to you, boyband 2008.







P.S.: Will this be over?