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Monday, March 24, 2008 | 11:23 PM

What’s the use of saying Singapore’s living in harmony despite its multi-racial population when neighbours can’t even fucking solve problems without police by their side? stupid neighbours. Some Chinese cannot even speak up for themselves and needs the police to do the talking and the only thing they can do is stand there and give you that dumb/arrogant/makes-you-feel-like-slapping-it face. It kept me thinking why are we being run by Chinese superiors when this piece of lands once called Temasek, was owned by a Malay Royal family in the 1500s.
Whatever, I don’t care. Some neighbours are just a worthless piece of shit. The next time you people see an annoying neighbour near you (doesn’t matter if their Chinese, Malay or Indian), bring them to a nearby flight of stairs and kick them. Then ask them how they feel.
Till then, go around and kick any neighbour you feel like kicking.


Monday, March 17, 2008 | 11:52 PM

I don’t know why but my heart felt like it needed to note this down somewhere and fortunately, I’m in front of my laptop. If you guys despise reading sentimental posts, I suggest you drag your cursor to the top right hand corner of this screen and click that red ‘X’ button. Basically, the purpose of this post is to thank the people involved or still involving in my life. Firstly, I would want to thank my mum (Rohana Binte Ahmad) and dad (Supoyo Bin Tarop) for their passionate love. Without them and it (passionate love), I won’t be here typing away these words that you’re reading right now. Secondly, I thank my brother (Muhammad Khafiz Bin Supoyo) for being what he’s supposed to be. A brother. Without his advices and guidance, I may not be the person I am right now. And thanks to him I’m matured than yesterday, everyday. He taught me every trick in his book, told every joke he had and shared every sad story written in his past. Next, I thank my sis (Renni Marlina Binte Supoyo) for.. For being whatever she’s best in. Teachers. Thanks to my teachers that have taught me, I’m now enlisted as a Republic Polytechnic Student. I would like to thank Mdm Zubaidah, Mr Hisham, Mdm Siti, Mr Benedict, Mrs Eva, Mdm Mazni, Mdm Wong, Miss Lim/Mdm Tan, Mdm Azizah And Cikgu Azizah. They are the true tour guide to the journey throughout my Primary and Secondary School world. I THANK YOU ALL for Being A PART of my life.


Sunday, March 16, 2008 | 10:25 PM


Selamat Pengantin Baru to my brother Muhammad Khafiz Bin Supoyo and sister-in-law, Marzianah Binte Surani. The whole function went smoothly but there were a few minor setbacks. Rain. Yes, it was pouring heavily for a moment and drizzled for a while. Some of my uncles said that it was hujan rahmat or “blessed’ rain. Finally, he’s married. Soon enough it’ll be my cousin. So last Tuesday accompanied Bobby to renew/book his Theory Test, get his shirt printed and get himself a new Jeans. Off we went, to Gombak then to Town. Stuffed our empty stomachs with wonderful Nasi Ayam and Beef Fried rice at Cahaya restaurant. The Owner needs to sign up for English classes on weekends. His menu’s filled with the word SOURCE instead of ‘Sauce’. Bob and I bought mini R/C cars to toy around with in case we’re bored. Cab-ed to Singapore Flyers and slack around there. I’ve learn something new from my dearest friend. Lomography IS the Arts and not basic Photography. Every picture has a secret that is yet to be unveiled.
Here’s another picture to end this post with.



Tuesday, March 04, 2008 | 10:26 PM

It's been ages since I last updated this blog of mine. But fret not; I will recap my past moments here, now. 1 full month has passed since my last day of school and I’m still jobless. Ok ok, fast forward to last week shall we? Blablabla rot at home blabla rot blabla at blablabla home. So, on the 29th of February, went for jam session with my bandmates. After all that, headed to Bukit Panjang to meet bob and rafian. The initial plan was to go for shissha in Haji Lane, however the plan was changed due to unforeseen circumstances. The three of us walked to the nearby multi-storey carpark where rafian parked his dad’s Proton Waja and drove off to West Coast Drive-Thru McDonalds. Vrooom! Ordered three Mcspicy meal, parked the car and ate our scrumptious meal on the sloped rock shore by the jetty and the topic of the evening was the Singapore version of Scofield, Mas Selamat Kastari. Yes. Him. Everything we talked about will link back to him in a way or another. Bob found a name for us when we were there, “WCK”. When we’re on our way to the carpark, rafian spewed strawberry milkshake all the way from the jetty to the car.
The day after that was The Gig. It was fun, the band line up was great and this one band blew my mind. Topsy Kretts. Ok Im done here. Oh yes, I almost forgot. My dearest brother is getting married this Saturday. Finally, the house is less crowded. Well, I’m still waiting for my sister to leave. The house will be S P A C I O U S. Ciao~~


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Muhd |rwan .

First tears was Shed On,
9th August 1990
Drummer for Topsy Kretts
AND
A full-time Student in Republic Polytechnic


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