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Azwan - Takeshi

20th March 1992.

A 21-year old body with a mind far beyond comprehension.

History:
-Qifa Primary Sch
-Bukit View Secondary Sch
-Ngee Ann Polytechnic
-Specialist Cadet Sch 15/13

I'm a:
-Shinobi
-Anime Otaku
-Photographer
-Traceur
-Audio-visual Freelance
-Instrumentalist
-Artist
-Skater
-Biker

Things I love:
-Anime
-Photography
-Speed Biking
-Music
-Elsa (elec guit)
-Belle (acoustic guit)
-Dust (semi-acoustic guit)
-Skating (land/ice)
-Badminton / Tennis
-Drawing
-Parkour
-My cat
-Siti Nurhidayah Binte Osman <3



I don't dare to kill even an ant.
p.s Kill animals and I'll hunt you down.

I may be quiet most of the time.
But if you're willing to talk, I may talk for kilometers. =P

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"A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.” - Ernest Hemingway"


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    Friday, February 26, 2010
    Next Semester
    Konbanwa na minna san!

    I'm back from my class chalet! =D

    Well, it was supposedly meant to be 3 days.

    But I went home on the 2nd, which was yesterday.

    Chalet was fun.

    We barbecued, blasted songs with the powerbar and sang songs with the guitar.

    We also played card games, Li Jing's PS2, rugby and don't know what.

    "You think my memory so good ar?"

    I was forfeited in a card game and was supposed to put one of my so-called 'un-glamorous' picture as my Facebook Display Photo.

    Oh well, still waiting for me to be tagged.

    Look out!

    Late at night we went to Downtown East, and only MacDonald's was open.

    So we had late supper there.

    When we came back I was exhausted.

    I wanted to close my eyes.

    It was the first time in any chalet that I felt like sleeping.

    I wasn't really sure of the reason.

    And my right ankle hurt-ed like hell of a fuck, I felt like pulling it out of its joints.

    And I felt empty.

    I kept asking myself why I felt that way that time.

    And I realised ...

    ...that it was because...



    ... " _ _ _ _"



    No, I'm not gonna blurt out anything.

    Oh yea.

    The room was UBER cold. ~.~

    I shivered like fuck in the sheer coldness, and took out my hoodie and jeans.

    LOL.

    While I slept, a few of the rest went for breakfast.

    Then some went home while I took a shower.

    Ok, chalet content's ending here for now. No elaborations.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    And so I went home alone.

    East to West.

    And I gave my seat to an uncle.

    Smart, Azwan.

    I felt Bo Liao-ed in the MRT, so I alighted at Queenstown, walked around the station, and took the next train.

    Reached Boon Lay at 1115h, and stopped by Jurong Point.

    I bought sushi, green tea and Twisties, and made my way home.

    I walked although I was tired and sleepy.

    I didn't want to waste a dollar for a stupid bus ride.

    I reached home, ate my sushi, drank my green tea, and dozed off at 1230h.

    AAAaaahhhhh...

    ...Poof!

    I woke up at 1930h.

    Mum woke me up for dinner.

    Then I wasn't sure what I did for the past 4 hours.

    What the? Did I forget?

    Damn, I'm really positive that I'm having STM.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    And so I'm here.

    =X

    And I'm not at all glad about it.

    Sometimes I ask myself, am I wasting time blogging?

    Although I have Nuffnang ads all over, I don't really earn much blogging, do I?

    And I wonder who the fuck reads my blog.

    Are there anyone, ANYONE out there who reads this shitty blog?

    If so, I thank you a zillion times.

    But all in all, who cares about this blog if no one gives a damn shit about myself?

    Lastly, to my dear classmates, see you next Semester.

    Take care and enjoy your break.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    I'm really great at noticing people.

    And how I hope that every person had the same ability.

    So that other people may at least notice me, too.

    Just like how I noticed them.


    Az1



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