To Twit, Tumbl or Press my Words?

I’m such a twat at decisions.

Goodbye WordPress. For Now.

Zhick.tumblr

Commenced move.

Zulu, you know Hotel India is where Charlie had a Kilo of crabs?

tumbling.

Note to Massive, one last bit of my mind…

If you find a wallet on the ground and you picked it up and peeked in it to see who’s the owner,  but you got more private information out of it than needed, is it morally right to intrude further even if the information can be used to prosecute the wallet’s owner?

How bout if it was a chat window? It’s undeniably irresistable to dig into private conversations…

Of course, the intrudee will pay for whatever he has done since his privacy has been compromised..

but at the end of the day,  will you still respect the intruder?

To the Singapore massive:

Forgive me if I’ve done wrong, been an irritant, been unholy or uncouth.

and continue to have fun for the rest of this happy month!

and this is a bit late but:

Selamat HARI RAYA!

MC! so i’m up to the usual.

La Roux:

Gosh I love her hair.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs:

YEAH YEAH YEAHS with a slightly different sound.. but i still like ‘em.

Will be moving to tumblr soon…

Every Ramadan, there is sure to be a front page article about young Malay NSFs who pass away in motorcycle accidents. This Ramadan I wasn’t spared, as I read how another son of Singapore lost his life, the details of the set of “baju kurung” to be worn on Hari Raya that was bought by his mom.

Of course, what followed was my mom’s stern stare that suggested that hell would rain on me if I ever dare to chase my dream of riding a Vespa scooter.

Not to mention a lecture by dear dad about how he’d prefer me to die. Clue: as God’s humble and pious servant.

If I were to die in the next few months, I hope to die in the deserts of America whilst on my overseas Ex. as a humble Battery Quatermaster Sergeant and fly home on a Charlie 130 in a wooden casket with the Singapore flag and a Quran on top and be buried 6 feet deep in the very soil I was born.

On tombstone:
“He stood out amongst the rest not because of his strength, wealth nor knowledge. He just took up half the 6inch photograph!”

“Cynical to the death.”

“Do not come within 5m radius of this grave if you do not know the pledge or do not speak Singaporean.”

OK I’m being insensitive to the thought. I dread to die too, but hey, we all want to go off with a bang

Falstaff, a famous Shakespeare character, once set the value of honour to a dead soldier as nothing but a decoration that wouldn’t matter to the departed.

to me, honour is nothing

and everything.

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Shed a tear if you need to but be proud and tell the world I died a good, brave man for god, for my country, for my family, friends and for you.

If he doesn’t want that truck, I want it!

This guy has the baddest temper everrr… HAHA. And there’s a whole series.

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Let’s pray for the best…

imy.

I’ve been through at least 2 weeks of nauseating insights into my generation’s mindset by people with crebs on their chests. As if we Gen Ys need people to tell us about ourselves… or do we?

My name is Haziq.
I’m a Singaporean, and unlike many of them, I can sing the National Anthem and say the pledge without the help of an sms sent with good intentions and FYI I can say the pledge in Mandarin.. for those who can’t sing the anthem.. it’s not that you’re not patriotic.. you’re just not BOTHERED..