One drop of blood..

Sometimes i ponder to myself why you can't be honest with me..
upright with me.

smack me right in the stomach and be direct to me.

sometimes. you leave me all alone.
not bothered to inform me anything..
not bothered to even talk to me.

most times. you leave me , myself to my imagination.
like his my best friend and not you.

sometimes, i just wonder too much sometimes.

perhaps it's you.
perhaps it's me.

but i'm certain.
it's us.

that we have to work towards.

if only, you would open yourself to me.
to let me know the real you.
and not hide behind some shell.

we could stand the test of time...

maybe i'm sensitive.
or perhaps you ain't bothered.

you're no devil.
and I'm no saint.

but i know.
i'll be there for you when you need someone.
to talk to.
to rant to.
to scream at.
to just be there.

but, will you be there. to accept me to be there for you?

sometimes...
i just ponder why..
you won't be honest with me.

why..

am i alone...

when i know.. you exist..




^{Abstract from some emo kid.}

- You make stealing hearts look so easy, Where is the girl I adore? -

in awhile.. once again..

It's that day again..

23.

18

21

42

doesn't really make a difference.

not many remember.

even more don't bother.

guess it's the same every year..
i guess i'll really be a chip off the old block..
lonely and sad..

but.. at least.. i treasure those who actually remembers..
but.. to those whom i really appreciate... and yet..don't remember..

that's what hurts me most..
people whom i bother to take concern about..
but..
they don't even notice..
don't even bother..

it's sad..
but.. hey.. it's me we're talking about.

who bothers about me to begin with.

just another day.
just another night.

guess it's another year that will be the similar to the previous.

_{as they stare through us...we'll scream on through..
just to let them know...how much they truly mean to us...}

- You make stealing hearts look so easy, Where is the girl I adore? -

extended emo weekends.

Although it's an extended weekend for the conscripted NS men of Singapore.

I can assure you that almost 90% of them will feel like crap about now.

Thinking about Booking in.

Thinking about the next book out.

and the next book in

Makes it worse.

But whats to do..

the mind works in many ways we don't know

Let's just hope this week, will be better

;)

Cry Alone... I've gone away..

A certain Homework for a certain week..

An Autobiography.. with a photo..

Here's what i wrote...

I doubt it will breach the OSA..

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My Autobiography
Wilfred



I’m just that any other stranger that you meet down the street, with a normal face, normal haircut (not applicable now) , this stranger has a normal family size, a set of parents, and an elder sister sibling. With 2 years apart in age, no pets and living in a private apartment in the west side.

His education levels spans a long way from his N’ levels, followed by a NITEC certificate in Infocomm Technology, while excelling to a Poly of his choice and graduating with a Diploma of Multimedia and Infocomm Technology with networking as his specialization. His grades isn’t exactly top grading, but in fact was deemed acceptable. Although he major in IT, he initially wanted to study Nursing, as he has a sense of helping people in peril. Although he fosters his love for IT, he wishes to obtain a Nursing Cert or at least a First Aid License during his lifetime.

While everyone has a cool or trendy hobby, like dancing or clubbing, this stranger prefers his introvert hobbies such as reading, photography and IT related stuff, while also participating in vigorous activities such as Basketball, rugby and BMX before his Knee injury. Shortly after his basketball injury, he gradually begins to stop participating in this sports activities and move on to mundane hobbies like still photography and amateur image designing. His other hobbies consist of collecting things of all sorts, ranging from books, posters to things like figurines and comics, making him some what of a geek. That being said, it’s tough for this stranger to actually communicate with people around him, making it an obstacle he must overcome himself throughout his years.




When it comes down to music, nothing beats more than Alternative rock, Emotion, or generic 80’s rock, he listens to Western bands like “Theory Of A Deadman” , “Rev Theory” , “Trustcompany” and also Eastern Rock Bands like “Monoral”, while he is rather keen into music, he doesn’t play an instrument probably due to the fact that his tone deaf, but he inspired learn how to play a guitar, and eventually into Bass, as the desire for low, mono but colorful tunes a bass can create does wonders to the ears to calm both the soul and heart.

While believing that “his body is a temple” he avoids alcohol and smoking like it’s the plague itself, this is also another factor that makes communication tougher as most of the youths around him are either into one of each or both. While believing his body is a temple, he had long forgotten about his weight and gradually gain mass in all the wrong places. Thus, beginning from a sacred temple it has now turned into a ruined temple.

No one likes to be bound by restrictions, but not everyone has a choice to be unbind from, this stranger personally hates been bound by restrictions where they have no control or little power to do anything about it. He believes there should be a workaround in all situations, but when he fails to find a solution, he tends to break down mentally in some aspect. But with this common saying, he somehow manages to find a belief of sorts to last him through the days. As far as the common saying goes. It’s just simply….. “What To Do!?”

His plans for the future are rather straightforward, to work as a freelance photographer, or to work under an IT firm, if the capital permits, he would want to set up either a restaurant under the wing of his close buddies, or an extreme sports shop also under the wing of his close buddies, he has other dreams of opening a comic/book/photography café/shop, where readers of all sorts can chill and discuss about what they read and sorts, and photographers can just loiter around with tidbits on shooting locations and sorts, but with this kind of plans and the lack of capital, it’s just a dream he tells himself before he sleeps every night. He also plans to have a farther education, perhaps a University of his choice, in either Computer Science or something along those lines, but that choice has been delayed, nevertheless, he’ll have to keep that option open.

But with all that said, his is somewhat of a homely person, although outgoing at times, if he were to choose to between a mass outing and a homely excursion, the latter choice will always dominate the other. That being true, he still hangs with his close friends frequently when possible as he values his friends. He keeps his close friends close as he has a problem making new friends, friends who understand him, rather than friends who know him for other obvious reasons. Although that is another matter.

All in all, the biography about this stranger lies completely on the fact, that there are people that are like this that exist in this world, with weird hobbies, attitude, and introvert and completely strange. Just like that stranger you just walked pass.
















*This biography is written from a third perspective view

My first autobiography.. 22years of age.. weirdly enough.. it went something like that.. ha..
shows how i fare in my life up to now..

lonely, pathetic, emo. weird and strange..

i'm gonna cry alone..

i've gone away..

no more nights..

no more pain...

Mid Week!

It's mid week!! Two more days till the end of work..

and a whole new adventure for 2 long years..

underpay.. overworked..well.. you get the drift!!..

on the other hand..
might gain some experience in life.. and perhaps maturity to a certain extent.. ha!!

Just hope it's all worth, 2 years = 24 months = 108 weeks = 730 days = Lots of money spend/earned!!

I really hope it's worth it.. i'm not getting any younger :( and i can't say i'm a success in life.. but i'm happy in a way.. with how things are going on.. with my friends, work, time, (not sure about weight/health, LOL :| ) but.. all's good for now.. just gotta keep on hoping and striving!!.. Ugh..

sigh.. there goes the days of youth.. freedom..joy...oh joy..

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EMO' You Later