Hi there.

Nur Iman Bin Salim
18 to 19
Scorpio

Singaporean Malay Muslim
Misfit of society

Yishun Primary
Yishun Town Secondary
Republic Polytechnic


ME

Republic Rugby
Arsenal FC
NZABs
Chaiya


Not Realistic?

Hoodie

NIKON DSLR D700
Adidas Torpedo X-ite rugby ball
Nike T90 Laser II FG
Nike HJ020 Flight Headphones
120GB iPod Classic
an External HDD
Represent RP Rugby in POL-ITE

Hello hello. I’m back.

I’m typing this in Microsoft word instead of blogger because I’m doing this at home. My net connection’s so function-ed up, I can’t even open my IE properly. I can go into MSN though. And I’m thankful for that. At least something works. So, as I’m typing this, it is still Tuesday night, the 8th of july. Oh, and it’s also supposed to be my 9th monthsary with her today. Hah! What a nice time to be talking about this.

As an attempt to clear the spiders out of this blog, I’m trying very hard to blog every day. Well, for now, it isn’t that hard to blog everyday. I feel as if I want to blog everything out every minute of every day. I don’t know why. Maybe because of what happened recently? Or maybe it’s just me. I think it’s just me, influenced by what happened recently by a small fraction. Ok, maybe not by a small fraction. By a large margin.

There’s so many questions circling around in this head of mine. Since I was walking home, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The ride back home in the train also didn’t help. No matter how hard I try to forget about (advice of most of my close friends), it keeps creeping back into my head. Why can’t I just forget about it? Case closed. Why does it preoccupy me even during class, during breaks, during discussions, during meetings, during presentations, during training, DURING WHATEVER THING I DO!?!?

Why can’t it just leave me alone? Why must it keep disturbing me? Why is it so hard? Why? Why? Why? Whys all around me. Whys surrounding me. Whys eating away at my brain cells. WHY?!?! Argh…

Damn questions. Why are there even such things like questions? Who is the stupid mother function who came out with the whole concept of questions in the first place? Stupid mother function. Stupid!!!

See la. In my anger, I forgot what I wanted to type a few quarter hours ago. Damn. Stupid mess of a life. Can’t even solve my own damn issues. And the song I’m listening to right now isn’t helping me 1 damn bit. ‘Kenangan Terindah by the Samsons’. ‘Bagiku, kaulah cinta sejati.’ Haiz.

How I wish I could tell her that one last time. Damn. I’m such a drama queen. But fuck la! Can’t help it right. Ppl here grief-stricken. And then somemore, my POL-ITEs are just around the corner. More FUCK! Don’t think I can concentrate. Prepare for a whooping iman. You’re going to get 1 REAL soon. Maybe a whooping is just what I need. Some hard knocks to myself, and probably everything will fall right back into place. So, if it does happen, see you guys in the hospital.

I just need someone to love. Someone to care for. Someone to think about. Someone to hug. Someone to kiss. Someone to tell ‘I love you’. Someone to keep me in check of reality. Someone who can help me keep my mind off the pressure of POL-ITE. I want it to be her soo much. But it’s not possible now. How can it be possible now. What’s done is done. Even if it does happen again, it’s just going to be a 1-sided love affair. And I don’t want that to happen. Haiz. Maybe all I need is someone close to me enough to support me through this segment in my life. This segment in my life where things are going topsy-turvy.

Oh how I wish I could just run away from it and dissolve into oblivion.

Oh, I ate brownie jus now for dinner. Didn’t have mood for rice yet. Maybe later.

Well, till then.
Crawl ya’ll ltr.

peace