Was reading this, cos' I'm really depressed.

For a guy:
1) Treat your relationship like a career. Like a job, do not expect it to last a lifetime.
2) Women will never forgive you if you make them pay. Be the first one to offer to pay.
3) Know when to hold on and when to let go. Prolonging a bad relationship will do you no good.
4) Don't play the blame game. Be a gentleman, and let the trivial things be.
5) Don't go back for sex. It only complicates matters.
6) Don't call her when you're drunk. We all know that this is a potent anti-aphrodisiac.
7) Resist the need to show and tell. Gossiping about your ex not only throws a bad light on you, it may also make her bitter.
8) Don't show off a new girlfriend. It doesn't go well with the ladies, you look needy and desparate.
9) And please, please don't sulk or walk around with a long face. No girl likes to date a sulky guy, still holding on to his past.
How to manage a breakup:
1) Do not cry in front of him/her(already did). Hug, say goodbye, wish luck with life, and leave with grace(no, not at all).
2) Go to your best friends for a shoulder to cry on. They will be able to make you laugh and say all the right things to make you feel better.
3) Don't hesitate to cry... have a long good cry.
4) Cut off all contact with him/her for at least a month; this will help the healing process because you won't be talking to him/her all the time(will do).

Ripped this off from somewhere. Argh.. Love sux! Ban it plz.

You can't do things you shouldn't be doing. You can't feel things you shouldn't be feeling. Remember what your friend have once put you through. Don't put him through the same thing. He might not have thought of your feelings but still you should remember all the small things he did for you and the times he stood by your side when everyone was trying to kill you. Remember all the people you have to answer to. Remember all that you have been through. This will probably end the same way too. Don't be silly. Don't be bought over by words. The world is out there to fool you. Don't fall for it little boy. Don't be bought by her sweet words it's no where sweet. It's out to kill you. You have been rather evil so far. This would be retribution. Don't fall for it please.

The funny thing about love is it gives you so many things to say "there's nothing better than" or "there's nothing worse than" about.

There's nothing better than waking up to the person you love.
There's nothing better than the first time someone says she loves you.
There's nothing better than coming home and knowing she's waiting for you.
There's nothing better than having someone who knows you through and through.
There's nothing better than someone who's ready to listen to all you've got to say.
There's nothing better than having someone to sms/call whenever something happens and you're dying to tell somebody.
There's nothing better than making her happy and knowing you did something right.
There's nothing better than knowing you're loved.

There's nothing worse than calling and not getting an answer when you need her most.
There's nothing worse than that awkward point after a quarrel.
There's nothing worse than waiting for her to cool off, and call you back.
There's nothing worse than disappointing her, and knowing you blew it. Again.
There's nothing worse than reaching out and being pushed away.
There's nothing worse than hearing her say she wants to be alone, when you don't want to be alone.
There's nothing worse than being invisible.
There's nothing worse than letting the sun set on a quarrel.
There's nothing worse than wondering if she really loves you that much.

"How's things?"
"Alright, I guess. Could be better... Then again. Things could always be better."
"Hah. Story of everyone's life."

Where should I start? Humm... No fanciful english for today...

Im very happy today. Yen Loo had a successful trip to Malaysia. She managed to close a number of deals. She Insisted on going to Malaysia to tell her relatives about the product even after being told that no one will entertain her. I heard from My Yan long that she was practically bombarded by her relatives and almost blew her top. But she didnt. She persevered and tolerated. Thus, she made it.

Deep down, I know that she is a very very brave girl. A very determined and strong girl. A girl whom I know will stand tall during the darkest storm. I really admire her. I want to be like her. To be a strong guy in front of others. I wanna meet her expectations of a guy. A guy whom she can confine in. Not the other way around....

I have got many many things to say today. I don't know where to start. I have been working for 2 weeks already. I have not seen any results yet but I have learned a lot. I am motivated by all the positive people around me. I think I have changed. These changes although small and not noticeable, helps to shape me into a greater being, into a stronger guy.

I want to perserve and hold on. Because I know one day.. just one of these day.. I will become a man. A real man. A man admired and looked upon by others..

(x.x) Goosh..I dont find any sense in my post today. I simply wanted to literally spam every thoughts of mine in this post.. xD

I know how to draw the line between upline and downline. Want me to show you?

Another long post that was deleted.

She picks up the bag and tiptoes towards the door. The sun has just begun to rise in the sky, and shines through the curtains behind her. She avoids looking at him, because it would give her all too many reasons to stay.

Her set of keys jingle softly in her hand, and he stirs awake.

"Amy?"

She turns, her face flushed.

"You're having a dream, sweetheart. Go back to sleep."

He ignores her and sits up in bed, gazing at her sleepily.

"Where are you going, honey?"

I'm leaving.

She looks down at the trackpants and tee she is wearing, and mumbles, "Jogging."

He blinks, looking confused, and glances out the window for a second, then back at her. "It's so early, and you hate to exercise."

Damn it.

At this point she realises her lip smarts where she'd been biting it. A painful lump rises in her throat as she fights to say what she's been thinking, for too long.

I'm done with being invisible. I'm done trying to make you see me, the way I see you. I'm done loving you so much more than you love me.

He tilts his head thoughtfully, still seemingly oblivious to the internal battles going on between her head and heart, then opens his arms and whispers, "Come back to bed."

Almost mechanically, she crosses the room and climbs in beside him as he lifts the covers for her. She rests her head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall, and she puts her hand on his heart as he places his hand over hers. She wonders if his heart beats for her, or if it ever had. A tear rolls over the bridge of her nose into the other eye, and then explodes onto his chest into a puddle of wetness that feels slick against her cheekbones.

He lifts his head and looks at her, concern mounting in his face.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Suddenly the dam breaks and he holds her close in confusion as the tears fall, fat drops of frustration and anger and misery and helplessness.

Everything's wrong, baby. But yet, everything just feels so right.

"Sometimes it's complacency. You must survive by proving your worth."

Hopefully that's possible. Am I even worth it?

The funny thing is, though romance appeals to me (I am an advocate of paperback trash novels, go me) I've never been one to really show my feelings. I could have a way with words, but when it came to touch and actually demonstrating love, I could be remarkably cold, maintaining a distance from the person I was supposedly in love with. And funnily enough, that hasn't changed so much now - because around her I'm often dumbstruck. I don't know what to say that'll send her reeling. Words can't come to me, and when they do they don't seem to express the way I feel about her. Somehow I've turned from a creature of logic to one of emotions.

It all feels too damn weird, looking back now. If I thought I was even remotely in love with anyone else, I was so wrong. I know, I know, it's easy to say that when I'm here now, but my brother's always commenting on how distant I was with previous relationships etc etc. With my previous four ex's, I was just... cold. So many feelings and tears and declarations of love were a lie I told to myself, as much as I did to them.

Maybe it was the wall I built around myself after my second heartbreak. The fortress I hid in was one that nobody could seem to penetrate - with towers so high and marksmen who shot you down from so far a distance, walls and layers upon layers of anger and dismissiveness to get through. I am hateful. I have hurt so many. Emotionally erratic. Malicious. Spiteful. Selfish. Temperamental. How did she* cross that bridge, the walls, evading the watchful eyes of the sentinels and find her way to the centre of me? What did she do that seems to make my heart so readily to embrace her ?

I dont know. z.

Ohayo.. Been blogging so much lately. Lots of thoughts running through my head. z. Emo. Its now 6 plus in the morning and I should been preparing for school. But yet, here I am blogging. z.

I really want the bunny I saw at the pet shop in Suntec. :(

The gunmetal gray bunny with the cute chubby face. Sigh.

I wonder how much you cost, little girl.

Suddenly had the urge to compose a poem. Its bout a guy's infatuation with a sweet girl.

Meek gutless lightweight
Horde of a million white carbon copies
Walking the aisle of unending a eons
Soulless glissade en-route to repulsion

Fortuitous tempered gaze
From a close afar
Strangling attraction of unseen perplexity
Magnetizing his dead senses

Cabalistic ensnare of honeyed ardor
Arcane grotto housing romantic souls
The harmonization of passionate lip locks
Fluttering sprites loving and loving

The lunatic explosion fleetly crumbled
Without questions, without answers
Her amaranthine loveliness drifted away
Imploding a spell of indefinite hurt

I don't like to be reminded of everything Ms Jasmine has said. The words still haunt me. The flash of images still scares me. I wish everything can just be normal. Then again a wish is just a wish. Welcome back to reality. So much for missing you. So much for wanting to give in. Stopped again by the very things that i thought i could get used to.

I wanna go shopping. I wanna get myself a New Kb from Razer. Costs 150 Bucks. Z. Worth it or no. I have no idea. I need a new wallet badly. I need new clothes. I need a new pair of slippers. I think my dog ate part of my slipper. -.-" I need to make a trip down to NW this week. I need cheesecake. I need KTV. I need lan shop tonning session. I wanna run down ECP. I wanna enjoy my glass of wine. So many things to do. So little time. Crap.

Not feeling well today. Headache. Runny nose. Sneezing. Sore throat.

Take me home take me home take me home..

I've been thinking.

I have been a bit more irritable in Dota games lately. A trait I really detest in myself. So I will work on being more chilled out again.

In turn, I get quite irritated when people emo at me also. Hai. Actually my favourite IRC people to play Dota with are Cynthia, Zilch, Fufu, and Mac.

Why, because they don't emo. Well Cynthia spams "emo" or "it's over" throughout when something goes wrong but I don't see her emoing after it. Zilch, Fufu and Mac no need to say. They're Quiet. Simply quiet guys.

I feel less pressure with them. I don't feel that I have to prove myself, and thus I play much better when I'm relaxed. I dc'ed three games in a row and nobody mentioned much except "Lol again!"

And maybe that's my point.

There is a ton of bitching going on, so much that you wonder how people stay united. When someone else besides you is doing badly, you are inevitably pulled into bitching about that person behind his back. To his face, it's the lightest of comments about having to improve. Behind the walls, it's a different story.

So when you're not the one doing badly, it's a relief. But when it's you who's not performing up to par, you get the chilling feeling that it's gonna be you that's bitched about. For sure, in the same way you've bitched about someone else, or worse.

My silencer sucked yesterday night. I shall stick to glaive stats from now on. Then again, my farming has never been good, and I often underutilise my Midas. Maybe I should just not make it, otherwise I have to learn to use it properly. In lane, I couldn't seem to get the timing right, and my damage wasn't that high. End up with Cass getting most of the last hits, or worse, the enemy qop denying it.

I chose not to play the next game, even though it was just a pub.

Instead, I went on BNet and played a pub with Keith and co, using silencer. Glaive stats. The game ended with leavers, but I farmed second to Alvin, and that's with an annoying ass Zeus in my lane screwing up my timing.

It's not that I don't like training. I think I used to, till all the politics began to wear me down. I can feel animosity that never used to be there. I actually am relieved when I dc from a game. I shouldn't be feeling that.

I know I'm not the best farmer or support or whatever, and certainly not the best player, or would ever be. But I don't pass bitchy comments to get a person down, and I don't criticise someone's playing out of malice. I get sianz when it happens, to me or anyone else. Maybe my mistake has been not pointing it out and trying to eradicate it.

Sigh, maybe I should just shut up before I get blasted even further.

I hate it when people take things for granted. The world wasn't just created for your abuse. I can be nice but don't make use of my kindness. I'm just doing what i think would be nice. In life you gotta give and take not just take and take. It really sucks to be trying to hard to keep things we want the way it is and the way we want it to be and people take it for granted. =(

There's only so much that i can do to keep things going. I don't know if it's worth it anymore. It might have been a long time. I still feel teary when i think about it. Ah but whatever. I'm probably having all these dumb thoughts coz i haven't really slept. LOL.

Had not had a good sleep since sat. Napped for 3.5 hours. Awake from 5.30 till now. Gosu ownage. Maybe it's flopping yesterday that's keeping awake today. Though i was with her the whole of ytd. Still feeling a little weird.

So many thoughts right now. It's so hard keeping a friend as a friend. Wish sometimes people will understand. x.x

First, identify yourself as right or left brain person:

1. Hold your hands together, as if you were praying.

Look at your hands.If you see

Left thumb is below the right thumb ---> left brain

Right thumb is below the left thumb ---> right brain

2. Fold your arms in front of you (as if you are angry)

Right arm above left arm ---> left brain

Left arm above right arm ---> right brain
Based on 1+2 (order important), below is the interpretation of your personality:

Right-Left :(I belonged to this personality, and i totally agree about it!) Considerate, traditional, indirect type can instinctively read other's emotion, and respond friendly by natures. Although not very into taking initiatives in moving forward, but this person will always take a step back in supporting others. Stable personality and considerate, give others a being protected feeling. But the weakness is they cannot say no; regardless how unwilling they are, they will take care of others.

Right-Right: Loves challenges type Straightforward. Once they decided on one thing, will take action right away. Very curious, and love challenges. Dare to face dangers without thinking through (sometimes foolishly). Their weakness is they don't listen to others, will filter in only what whey want to hear in a conversation, and very subjective. However, because of their straightforward attitude, they tend to be fairly popular.

Left-Left : Dedicated, cold, perfectionist Very logical in all aspects. The only way to defeat (or win over) him/her is through reasons. Has a lot of prides, and feeling strongly about doing the right thing. If they are your friends, they are very trustworthy. However, if they are your opponents, they will be very tough to deal with. Because they can be very 'anal' as a perfectionist, they usually leave a bad impression of being hard to deal with when first met.

Left-Right :Likes to take care of others, leader type Has a cool and keen observation ability to see through situations, yet still can be considerate in others needs. Because of their cool and calm nature, and strong sense of responsibility, they tend to become head of a group. Popular among people. However, they may not be able to help themselves in meddling because they want to take care of others too much. Very concerned about how others view them, and always on alert.

Aww.. hasent updated my bloggy for mths. z Been so busy with school work. I didnt even have time to slp. z. Fck school. Lotsa stuff to do... Finally, I have got the time to update my little bloggy. Dont u miss me? Ha.

Life's been getting better for me, at least school work wise.. I got into the option of my choice -3D. Only 50+ people from my course got in. I'm one of the lucky ones. Well, Life been basically the same for me. Been emoing and emoing. Staring @ my computer screen in the middle of the nitez just makes me feel lonely. I wish I had someone to take care of me. But no one would know how to take care of me.

Well, some good news, to me at least. My crush broke up with her boyfriend. Evil ';....;'. Ha. I dont know if its right to laugh @ others. But I had this crush on her since PAE. U know first three months in a JC, fooling around with friends. z. Emo. I miss those times.. Been talking to her on msn for the last couple of days. Got to know her better I guess. Been to her blog. Read her posts. Found out that she has changed a lot, been through a lot and has grown up. I think im going crazy over her. z. But I dont have the courage to confess to her. Why? Im afraid. What happens if she rejects me? Will we still friends? If she accepts me, how long will we last? How much do I really know bout her? So many questions, yet no ans.. z. emo

Kinda emo. zi bi -Walks to corner draw circles-