Dangerous Games

Everyday’s but just a game. Just play along.

And so, Naruto moves on to the next stage of his…


And so,

Naruto moves on to the next stage of his adventures after the long series of fillers.
He grew up in the few years which he trained under Jiraiya.


As for Bleach,
Ichigo and gang are finally back on Earth.
He faces a two pronged struggle with the hollow in him and the Arrancars (Hollows who have attained the Shinigami’s powers).

They’re finally back to the main story line.
I’m finally back to watching anime.

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February 28, 2007 Posted by | Old Blog | Leave a comment

Things change, people change, situations change, …


Things change, people change, situations change, thoughts and feelings change.
The only constant in this world is change.

We get comfortable in our present moment, and next you know,
things are out of place, and when they do get out of place,
your comfort zone is smashed and you end up thrown into a big jungle.

But you do know that everything changes, so all you gotta do is be in control.
No one ever said it would be easy.
They only ever said, “Do it”

February 26, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Busy… So darn busy. But I don’t know where to st…

Busy… So darn busy.
But I don’t know where to start.

February 26, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

LOL The bitter hater. What a stereotype. More or …

LOL

The bitter hater. What a stereotype. More or less, Valentine’s Day is a commercialized kind of event. But well, it still IS Valentine’s.

Ambiguous… You sure this is the TOP 3 people you meet?

February 25, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

When i keep dying in dota, when i keep losing mone…

When i keep dying in dota,
when i keep losing money when gambling,
when i can’t make my shots and lay ups,
when i can’t study,
when i miss out on the great parties,
when people grow apart,
when things change so much,
when the world seems to have stopped spinning for me,
when the clouds are transfixed in its gloomy state,
when nothing is going my way,
when everything my do is wrong,
when all i can see is negativity,
and the word IMPOSSIBLE just throws itself at me time and time again
in succession, non-stop, as if it was really fun…

I should smile.
Because I know life couldn’t get any worse than this.
That this is probably the lowest it would get.

And so, despite my ill luck and fate, I decided to try out on another gambling session.
Since it couldn’t get any worse, it must be on the up turn! ==> i thought

So I loaned 10bucks from Charmaine and made enough to return her the 10bucks and still play comfortably. We were at blackjack at that time, same old blackjack, better luck. No blackjacks for me though, no double winnings nor triple winnings, just consistent winnings was enough to take me through.
Then we started on Texas Hold’em Poker. Addictive shit. But that was where the dough started rolling in, when people put the max of the 50cents stake each time. Luck has it that I have lived with the fuf long enough to learn some bluffing skills, and also to bestow me with wonderful cards. We only stopped because some have lost their buffer money for gambling.

my winnings.
a turning point?

hahaha.
or a deception point?

only time will tell.

February 22, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Driving cars, win money, lose more money, ang baos…

Driving cars,
win money,
lose more money,
ang baos,
cny goodies,
more arcade gaming in fucked up arcades,
watching people get drunk,
playing chee ko pak,
watching 81yr old lao ah ma dance international ballroom dancing,
eating pasta made by ally’s mum,
And1 Mix Tape on ESPN,
certainty and uncertainty.

February 20, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Picking up the pieces of fallen scented petals, th…

Picking up the pieces of fallen scented petals,
the remnants, the broken pieces and what’s left of it.

Picking them up piece by piece,
clearing the way to put things back to where they belong.

The magic red carpet ride is over,
“A Whole New World” that’s not so new,
no apples, no birds flying past with a squeak, no catching of clouds in hands,
definitely not the works of a magic lamp.

But comes the magic of red, noise, gambling and family.

February 15, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Arabian Nights A child born into the midst of sa…

Arabian Nights


A child born into the midst of sand and stone cities.

Brought up innocently in the markets of the Arabian sands,
surviving in the danger and harsh conditions was tough.

So begins the Tales of the Thousand Arabian Nights
as he took solace in the stories that his companions fed him.
The tired one talked about the search for pride,
the idealistic one talked about not caring what the world is and doing what he thinks is right,
the unlucky one talked about how his luck is changing for the better,
the loud mouthed one talked about worries and a future in which he has no plans,
the confident one talked about how other stories are of no matter,
the one in love with sun shine talked about reality.

Despite the companionship of his friends,
the child braved the sandy storms to see the world.
He reached an inn,
cosy and comforting as he waited to rest the night.
A lady most well dressed caught his eyes as she eloquently
talked of her adventures,
like a passenger of turbulent time.
Tales of dead ends, of beauty, of unconditional friendships, of partings,
of truth, of pain, of bloodied walls and tales of loss.
Days looked bleak and dark as the child continued his journey.

His legs brought him to a City high up upon the piles of sand.
He listened as the Tales of the Thousand Arabian Nights
were continued by prophets and chiefs who have seen more of the world
than a child like him.
They spoke of their valiant achievements, the battles that they fought,
the foes they crushed, the tales of two cities, of failing bonds,
of distance, of the struggles of brave heroes who prevailed by persevering under circumstances of all odds stacked against them,
of thieves and robbers greatly despised but able to disguise under the mask of darkness
and how to untrained eyes they seem like princes of untold fortunes,
tales of patience, of numbers, of hope, of hard work, of lying merchants,
of growing up to be a real prince, of fighting thieves, of saving damsels,
of dangerous roads less traveled, of the beautiful ladies of the wild Arabian sands,
of tavern gossips, of the town criers, of right and wrong.

The child lay still in the cradle of warmth he calls home,
recalling the Tales of the Thousand Arabian Nights.
Every tale taught a different lesson,
every tale said a different thing,
every tale an ideal,
every tale a path to choose,
every tale a wonder.

So who’s to say what is wrong and what is right
even as the child contemplates his next destination in the
vast sands of the Arabian Nights.
The stars shone bright in the cloudless sky,
the flickers like gentle whispers soothing the child’s young mind
as he fell asleep,
in the cradle of warmth he called home.

A child born into the midst of sand and stone cities.

Brought up innocently in the markets of the Arabian sands,
surviving in the danger and harsh conditions was tough.

So begins the Tales of the Thousand Arabian Nights

February 15, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

14th Feb 2007, Baked chicken pasta, red carpet, t…

14th Feb 2007,

Baked chicken pasta, red carpet, throwing dried scented flowers at each other,
some of my favourite music, A612, 3 1/2 glass of soft sweet wine, busy day,
lovely evening, great night out, wonderful date, a most beautiful lady,
ice cream stuck to the top cover, getting trashed by A at bishi bashi, spoiled Daytona,
Time Crisis 3, the bang bang bang game, Esplanade,
laughing at nothing at all, laughing because I’m happy,
losing my balance (that’s an ally), speaking chinese to the malay taxi driver (another ally),
losing my way in Marina Square, visited the Leongs at the dance studio,
tiramisu cake by the shifu, cookies, trouble opening the wine bottle,
candles blown out by fans, talking about everything and everyone, wallets,
pictures of me, waiting for cab, pao dohed by Cheryl, help from Cheryl.

=]

February 14, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Rice Table. First ever FUF outing in town. Good bu…

Rice Table.
First ever FUF outing in town.
Good buffet, had a good fill.
Yuanyuan and lunlun birthday celebration.
Kind of.
Running your fingers across the food warmer and pretend it’s not hot.
Ordering so many dishes you thought at some point you might not finish them all.
Pranks after pranks, lies after lies.
Never ending laughters.

K-ed the night away. 2nd session in a span of less than 48 hrs.
Almost the same songs, but with a different crowd. The FUFs

Screaming the night away, jumping on the sofa, choosing nuts from the tidbit bowl,
sucking away at lemons, crunching ice, slapping thighs, favourite duets,
competition to see who uses the toilet faster,
late night assignment rush, walking the familiar corridors to a room too familiar,
nice Zouk ad card, watching Ally fly around in the back seat,
trying to hold still while getting trashed at the slapping game with WaiKit on the wheels,
leaving only on the 3rd time the staff tells us to.

Leann Rimes’ voice still lingers in the subconscious of my head.
Her crisp, powerful voice.
“How do I live without you”
Reminds me of a time not too long ago when winamp was still our mainstay media player.

Good memories, happy moments, those wonderful instants.
Times when you wish you could grab hold of them with your bare hands,
but it slips through your fingers like sand.
And the sand whispers, “The only constant in this world is change”

Some things you probably will never have control of.
Things change. People change. Nothing ever remains the same.

Stop,
time,
stop.

February 11, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment