geez..finally, i decided to sit down n write in my first real entry.. To be honest, i have no idea why i have a blog.. because my life is basically a boring one.. but then again, have so many thoughts running thru me at times.. and i just need sthg, somewhere to pour out to.. I guess it's also a way for me to say things that i wouldn normally say to ppl face-to-face. It'll basically be honest emotions of mine, my sentiments,reflections.. an expression of my soul.. it'll probably be here where u can find out who i truly am, where i've been and where i'm coming from.. And it is here that i surrender to my ego and tell the stories the way they should be told. I suspect that there would be more than a few things u will learn abt me that u might have never known, even after years of friendship... N this is the best way to do it coz some things just aren't meant to be said out loud. Ok.. so.. let's start from the very basic. I was born on the 29th of May in the year 1986.. at about 3 pm. My dad is 1/2 Malay(Bugis) & 1/2 Indian(Maleyalee) and my mom is 1/2 Chinese & 1/2 Malay(Javanese). So i'm basically 1/2 Malay, 1/4 Chinese and 1/4 Indian. But the sad thing is, e only two languages i speak are English and Malay...muahaha.. Actually my family tree is quite elaborate.. Ok.. so let's talk abt my mom's side. Basically, my mom's mom (my grandma) is a Chinese, who was given away by her parents.. u know, coz e war n all caused a lot of like poverty n all.. Anyways, she was given away to my great grandparents lah.. who were Siamese(g.grandma) & pakistani(g.grandpa). Personally, i have no idea how they communicated, but honestly, i don't think that was much of an issue in those days. But anyways, since they were all Muslims living in a Malay/Muslim community (kampong kaki bukit), my grandma grew up as a Malay-Muslim woman. But technically, she's still Chinese i guess.. Yup.. so dats my maternal grandma. My maternal grandpa, my yayi, is e only living grandparent i have.. n did i mention dat i nvr got e chance to see my other 3 grandparents.. I guess god must have loved them more..Anyways, my yayi is an enigma. He has so many stories to tell.. as a young boy from West Java who came to Singapore with his older sister, in search of their brother whom they suspected was captured and made a labourer for the Japanese. Sadly, they didn't manage to find their brother, but seeing the potential of a better life, they decided to stay on in Singapore. My grandfather had to lie and conceal his real age for some reason.. n up to this moment, we still are not sure of his real age.. N of course, as would any other MAN.. my grandfather conveniently forgot his own birthday. I really miss my grandad.. he's in a hospice now, recovering from a cracked hip.. But nvm, he'll be staying with us when he is discharged.... damn.. this is one long entry.. so anyhow, my yayi and nenek gave birth to my mum and my tuk and apupa gave birth to my dad.. ( it was weird but my grandma was called tuk timah n my grandad was called e malayalee word for granpa- apupa).. n then this two ppl got married n gave birth to an idiot known as my brother n 5 yrs later.. poof.. out came me.. then i was a baby.. then a toddler.. then a kindergarten student (got 2nd u noe) then primary skool kid.. then secondary skool kid.. n now.. damn it.. im stuck in jc.. Future plans include going to NTU, getting a Piaggio for uni.. then work as something useful.. then buy a Chrysler Beamer.. yummy.. Oh ya.. n go maldives.. n oh ya.. get married.. muahahaaha.. Bleh.. Insyaallah.. Hmm.. tmr i got this pesta pantun thing at AMP at pasir ris.. aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!! takut seh... nervous ah... actuali im just surfing coz i got nothing better to do.. haha.. n bcoz i gotta go copy a tagboard.. so i'll end here ya.. for now.. will probably be a while til i write another entry but... if u miss me u can just read and re-read this over n over again.. til we meet again..