Friday, September 28, 2007

What more can we ask for?

Hi all,

How long can you hope a friend can change?

For me or even us (as in our clique), that is a long long time.

For me, its been at least a few years.

Clique members, I believe you do know who I am talking about.

Let me tell ya what he said to me in MSN:

“I will take 147 at 10am then when reaching your house bus stop then I’ll call you.”

In the end, its 12.30pm and I am still alone in school studying.

Called him and he never pick up the phone. Must be sleeping or bathing.

Anyway, he told me something on MSN that day:

“I have bought a new bag.”

And also something about “Handsome and Sexy”…

Like I said that time dude…

New bag + New Hairstyle + Getting Fitter + Old Character will not make you “handsome and sexy”.

I guess there is always a limit to how much one can hope for.

Another word of advice,

“Dude, your brains are not located at your chest level or your biceps. If only you put those efforts on your studies right now.”

A “Hopeless” Blackburn

Sunday, September 23, 2007

147 journey will never be the same again...

Hi,

Something really interesting happen to me today. At least it seems interesting to me. For others who heard the story, they feel it’s freaky! Haha… whatever it is… this incident gave me some interesting thoughts.

On this particular Sunday after soccer, I went with my friends to Funan. As usual, being the lifeless-self, I went home earlier than the rest. I took 147 home.

As the bus reached the Parklane bus stop, this group of girls entered the bus along with this particular auntie. As one of the girls was not bad looking, I tried to get away from them even when the bus is rather crowded.

(Pls do not be amazed by the above statement. If I am dress normally, I will not be bother by the girl’s presence. But this particular day, I was still dress in my “full of sweat Man-U shorts”, my “look like pirated but real Nataka T-shirt” and a “look like going to market big red plastic bag”. I guess you will have done the same if you were dress like that.)

Sadly, I did not succeed in getting away from the girls because I was block by this dark armpit (If you know the 147 route, you will know where this dark guy is heading.)

Thus, the girl had to walk pass me and also the dark guy beside me.

Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder. It was that auntie. She asks me if I have coins to change for her $2 note. Having squeezed by people around me, I struggled to open my wallet and took out just $1.20. Without any hesitation, I gave the money to the auntie and said, “I do not have change but here is all I have.”

After taking the money from me, she gave me back the $1 coin and said she just needs 20cents. After paying her fare, she thank me at least 5 times as she squeeze past me before going to the upper deck.

This made me felt good. U never knows what a 20 cent can do for U!

Back to the girl….

As the bus pass little India, it became emptier. I walk to the back of the bus and saw that girl again. She looks sooooooooooooo cute and she has a niceeeeeeeeee figure.

But the moment she started talking to her friends, I realize something. She is from China!

During the bus journey, I kept my eyes on her and her actions.

After a while, her friends got down. And she is sitting alone on a 2 sitter chair. She did not move in to sit beside the window (The sun is glaring). Then a granny wanted to sit beside her. I was amazed at the fact that she did not budge and just stayed still. Then the granny taps her and she suddenly moved to allow the granny to sit inside.

At this moment, I realized something. She was sleeping the moment her friends got down the bus.

I came up with this conclusion.
1. “She fakes the sleep because she does not want to budge! How can someone knock out so fast?”

2. “God is fair. There is always trade-off in the world. Nothing is perfect. No doubt, she is pretty and looks good. But her attitude sucks.”

3. “She still looks good.”

Soon…. The bus is reaching my bus-stop. I felt a sense of loss knowing I will never see this girl again.

Then this thought just popped into my head.

“God, if you really want to make my day today, I hope this girl will get down at my bus stop cause if she ever does that. I will walk home with her and get to know her!”

I guess I am just another hopeless despo in Singapore to have this thought.

You never know what is going to happen later!

As the bus reaches my bus-stop, I got down and SHE ALSO GOT DOWN AT THE SAME BUS-STOP.

But as I turn left, she turns right. We parted ways.

Who will have known this girl live so near me? But I was lucky she did not walk in the same direction as me. Cause I will be soooooo nervous having to fulfill what I thought just before that. And if I really do that, it will enter into my “top 5 crazy stuff to have done in my life”.

Anyway… another conclusion came to my mind with this interesting incident.

“There is really someone looking over me. Be it whoever it is.”

And right now, I will say my thank you to whoever you are looking over me. You really made my day today. Doing a good deed and “knowing” a new neighbour.

(For all my Christians friend esp. u know who u r, pls do not use the above sentence to try and convert me. Thank you.)
Mr. Talen(t) Blackburn

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Aren't they Cute?

Hi Guys,

One of my friend said before, "If you say someone is cute, it means she/he is ugly but adorable."

http://www.livescience.com/bestimg/?cat=cutest

Quick... Cast your vote now!

I like the Baby Sea Otter the most... What's your's?

Blackburn

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

No time or No brain...

Hi Guys,

Just a short post. In office now. But i am tired.

What the hell was i thinking when i get this part time job...

All I feel right now is that i have already overwork, overload myself with stuff that are irrelvant.

There is simply no time for school, don’t even talk abt “self time”.

The only relaxation time i have is actaully when I am having lessons... This is so true.

Moreover, right now the modules are getting sooooo hard... I am having self-doubt...

“Am I cut out for the real world?”

Maybe I am just giving myself excues for myself. After all, Its not about quanitity but quality.

I am just not producing enough “quality”.

Self-doubt continues...
Blackburn