What is it?

Justin Timberlake & David Archuleta have long ones.

Taio Cruz & Bruno Mars surprisingly have short ones.

Ke$ha, JoJo, Adele, Rihanna & Madonna don't have it.

Tiger Woods uses his alot.

Lady GaGa apparently seems to have one.

Typical Asians have short ones.

So, what is it?

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If you thought penis, you're a pervert.

It's SURNAME.

Time Value of Life

Imagine you are bestowed an investment. This investment comprises of a deposit that produces $86,400 daily. Each day, you are given $86,400 to spend. You have complete freedom to allocate this money, to spend it on whatever you want. The only stipulation to this investment is that at the end of each day, whatever amount of the $86,400 that is not spent would be disposed of - it cannot be saved back into the deposit. So if you do not spend any dollar by the end of the day, it goes to waste. Sounds like a magical investment eh? Well, in fact we all have been generously bestowed with this so-called magical investment - time.

Each day, we are given 86,400 seconds to spend. Each second passed cannot be taken back; it is a "sunk cost". What we do with this time is completely up to us - no one has the authority to impose any restrictions, limitations or regulations...irrationally. Spend the time given each day wisely- set your priorities right. Focus on the larger things in life - family, friends, loved ones, for they add colour and value to this ever-depreciating world. People often chase and worry about things that they think are material, but in fact are vastly insignificant. More time spent on the trivial robs you of quality time that could have been spent elsewhere, time that would have more value. Remember, the time passed (like writing this post) cannot be saved or used again. So spend the 86,400 seconds wisely.

The music industry must be either crashing or artistes are having fun with song titles.

Drake: Find Your Love ---> Rihanna: We Found Love.

Lil Wayne: How To Love ---> Selena Gomez: Love You Like A Love Song.

Gym Class Heroes: Stereo Hearts ---> Edward Maya: Stereo Love

Selena Gomez: A Year Without Rain ---> (One Year Later) Bruno Mars: It Will Rain ---> Pitbull: Rain Over Me

Taylor Swift: The Story Of Us ---> Lady Gaga: You & I ---> Rihanna: California King Bed ---> Maroon 5: Never Gonna Leave This Bed ---> Ke$ha: Blow ---> Enrique Iglesias: Tonight I'm F*ckin You ---> The Wanted: Glad You Came ---> Nicole Scherzinger ---> Wet ---> Justin Bieber: Baby ---> Lady Gaga: Bad Romance

Current Songs:

Adele - Someone Like You

Lady Gaga - You & I

Dev - In The Dark

Rihanna - We Found Love

Britney Spears - Criminal

Nicki Minaj - Fly

Leona Lewis - Collide

Kelly Clarkson - Mr Know It All

MizzNina - Take Over

Cobra Starship - You Make Me Feel

Martin Solveig - Hello

Greyson Chance - Waiting Outside The Lines

Taylor Swift - The Story Of Us

If I Die Young

A weekly norm turned on its head in the most horrifying, yet predictable way. Always heard about it, never thought I'd actually encounter it. But that's life, and shit happens all the damn time. The thought of death is horrifying, the actual feeling of near death is much worse. They say before u die, u see yr life flash past yr eyes. Not so. Your vision gets blurred, yr head starts to spin and yr coordination weakens. You do see assholic cabs flashing past yr eyes though. Blood, pain, darkness. Engulfing you like a tsunami that swallowed Indonesia back in 2005. On the verge of death, all thoughts just fly out of whats left of yr mental capabilities. And then comes a black myvi carrying 3 good samaritans to snatch me from the jaws of death and give me a new lease of life...of which ive to now face the potential consequences.

The thoughts keep plaguing your mind like a vermin. The scene repeats itself like a spoilt dvd in yr head, and the 4 fuckers keep appearing and reappearing again and again. Any minute not spent consciously thinking of other things or doing sth results in the same gut-wrenching process - the thinking, the visions. The bottle, the blood, the cries for help, the asshole taxi drivers... The throbbing and perpetual thoughts disallows any kind of slp. Body drenched in sweat. You open yr eyes, and u see the darkness, the floor, the ceiling. But yr mind's eye still sees the events that transpired the previous day. It allegedly takes 10 days to heal. Physically yes. Mentally, definitely not. It's gonna take alot of mental strength to overcome this, Ive heard. But all that strength has already been used dealing with past shit, so I doubt there is any left in the tank. But its very comforting and touching to know that there are friends and family u can depend on, whether u need or ask for their help, they are there to offer it to u. They provide the positives in a world so full of evil. The samaritans vs the satans.

And the image that will forever remind me of that fateful day....

Expelli-flour-mus!

Happy Birthday to me. After a bout of mild "emoing" and severe lethargy, the day turned on its head with some explosive action. Rockin' like J Lo's On The Floor. Or maybe shd be renamed On The Flour.

Completely blindsided. Thx to the extremely pink word icing on d cake, I got stripped off the cooler sounding title of abominable snowman and became abominable snow white instead =.= . This is the awesomest bunch of ppl in Sunway. Plus few others too of course.

My bro asked why I had "sticky white stuff in my undies" (Due to Gary's flour-stuffing antics). And I very absent-mindedly replied " Blame Gary. He did it." Hopefully my bro's mind won't start to wonder too much. Or else, with that thought in his head, what else would he think by seeing that "sticky white stuff" on my cap, shirt and pants??? LOL.

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One show that I've mentioned couple times and is definitely worth the mention is ONE TREE HILL. It's entertaining, realistic and surprisingly educational. It's worth another mention, but this time for more superficial reasons. The eye candy. Seriously

Sophia Bush

Danneel Harris

Shantel VanSanten

Hilarie Burton

Bethany Joy Galeotti

Jana Kramer

Kate Voegele

The last 2 have very ample assets. Lol.

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Having severe HP withdrawal syndrome. Found these extremely hilarious...

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I have no idea why phones and earphones have a hate-relationship with me. They get spoilt in my care every freakin time in every way possible =.=

Uni lecturers are beginning to get on my nerves. Uni is beginning to get on my nerves. Can't they just do what they were paid to do and TEACH? preach abt effectiveness and efficiency when evidently he doesnt practice what he preaches - spending half hr crapping in his own world. And turning sth so simple into sth so complicated.

Its only week 2 and I'm already behind. I have absolutely no mood to study and no motivation. Maybe the term Final Year manifested itself too seriously lol.

Holidays

* Why the hell is JB so freaking hot. Endless perspiration from the endless heat and humidity. It's as if JB is the new Sahara and sweat just cannot stop trickling from every pore imaginable.

* Listening to somebody describe a wet dream is awkward as it is. Hearing it from your brother makes it worse.

* One annoyingly injured wrist and I'm back to pre-NS mode. A 70kg pumpkin. I'm officially fat. Again. So fat that even my fat dad called me fat.

* Didn't realise how easy it is blowing money during a shopping spree. Especially when it's for your sis. And most of it was spent on Justin Bieber related crap.

* Accompanied my sis shopping for clothes. Then the salesman flirted. With me. =.=

* Having good grades can be a burden. When it is no longer viewed as an achievement but an expectation.

* Transformers: Dark of the Moon was boring. Harry Potter & Deathly Hallows Part 2 was brilliant.

* Was smoking with my bro outside JB checkpoint. Got stopped by police cos they thought I was underaged. =.=

* Babies are awesome.

* Realised why I cherish and treasure relationships and friendships so much. Cos both my dad and high-school-me didn't.

* Had a very very very very rare personal convo with dad abt family, finances, history and friendships. It was cool.

* Final year starts in a week. Time to rev up the party engine. Time to make the final push and ensure everyone graduates together and leave no man/woman behind. To leave no wrongs unrighted. Clean slates as we make our first forays into the corporate environment.

* Kate Voegele has really awesome boobs.

* Glee is extremely lame, cheesy and corny, yet addictive. Pretty mundane storylines, overloaded with songs, hot cheerleaders and for some weird reason there seems to be an abundance of gay/lesbian relations. And Chord Overstreet is way better than Bieber. Heh.

F-R-E-E-D-O-M (for 4 weeks)

Quite miraculous. Discussing potential exam qns for IBF and Macro and almost all came out exactly. Lol. Hopefully next sem there are units like IBF. Super fun to study. heh. This has to be the weirdest sem. All units (sans macro) seemed so difficult to comprehend as the sem progressed. Yet (at the risk of sounding tad complacent and conceited) all the exam papers were kinda easy. KINDA. did not require tremendous brain-wrecking rumination. Cept maybe a lil of AIS. Now just gotta patiently wait for 11 July to see if I maintained the educational holy grail. Or if ppl's expectations got the better of me and i bombed. lol.

4 weeks of break. Get to relax. Enjoy. Usher in final year. But the BEST part of this hols is definitely...the return of those 2 ladies from down under. The wait is over. =)

The Lazy Mood

Still 2 more papers to go. Yet its as if exams have ended and hols are here. And I pin the blame solely on this ridiculous lapse in between papers. Yes its great that we have time to revise and all, but I think it's abit too much. Party mood has swept in, study mood has gone out and days of intense revision has been drastically replaced with days of slacking.

Final Year. Time to make it COUNT. Time to make it SIGNIFICANT. And time to finally put MYSELF first, and fuck those ppl who had been receiving, but NOT deserving, such gracious assistance from yours truly. Always easier said than done, but the words 'final year' oozes an aura that just demands that little extra effort to make it work. After so long, I have finally seen the truth. It's ugly, and it's time to accede to the requests and advice of others, and get away from the ugly truth. We gonna rock this final year. But first, IBF and Macro. =.=