My Best Friend.

My Best Friend. 

Most of us have a certain friend that we are very close to. A certain friend that we can always talk to, who we can always chat with, who we can work so well together, who we can laugh together, who we can always whack when we're feeling violent smile with.

Having someone like that in your life is just so comforting - You could tell he or she some of your deepest thoughts and secrets, knowing for sure that that friend would never ever tell anyone what you've said unnecessarily. That friend will always be ready to support you, to lend you a listening ear, and at the same time stop you if you're basically screwing your life up.

That, dear readers, is what a best friend is.

So since I seem to know so much about best friends, why is it that day by day it looks more and more like I don't have that best friend?

Really, so many of my thoughts I prefer to keep to myself, not because I don't want to share them. I do, I really do, but then again, who can I find that I can trust not to tell anyone what I say?

Not to mention, a best friend's got to be someone you could talk from day to night, night to day, and then some. A best friend isn't someone that you just stare at awkwardly, spending half the time thinking of what to talk about and the other half working up the guts to say so. (That'd be what we call a failed date or something.)

So really, I still don't have any friend that I could tell every single one of those  secrets I really want to share with someone. One friend that I can always count on. That one friend that I'll be able to talk to about anything under the sun, any time the clock points to.

Could it be because of my crazy theory about how I act differently in front of different people? That I really seem to be different people at different times, and because of that nobody truly, truly understands me. I do want to say more, but not everyone who reads my blog is my best friend. Then again, who is...?

Simon Says

Simon Says

When I heard the announcement informing us that "All year 3s and 4s please make your way to the hall this assembly", I gave that usual damn-I-knew-this-was-coming groan. Sitting in the hall with an estimated 700 people with no air-con is not the ideal way to end the day.

Still, it's a cruel society we live in, and we once again had to squeeze into the stuffy hall. Strangely, a setup of drums, guitars a bass and a microphone was on stage. I thought that maybe, just maybe, this assembly might be entertaining.

I thought wrong.

In all my 15 years of life (which includes 1 series of Rockstar Supernova, 7 series of American Idol, 2 series of Campus Superstar and 1 series of Superstar), I have never ever heard such horrendous singing. The guy with the ugly green shirt and black skinnies on stage was jumping around like he was jamming to Green Day in his own room and nobody was watching. If only that was the case.

And through that time I was slowly pondering over whether he thought he was a good singer or just an expert in self-denial. By this time you're asking, "What's with the title?", since nothing so far has sounded like the innocent, children's game played at birthday parties for 5 year olds and Year 1 orientation. Anyone who saw the last sentence as a dig at boring secondary school games, raise your hand and say "Aye!"

Unless you've been stranded on an island with no TV (or just living under a rock), you should know of American Idol's infamous but oh-so-entertaining-to-watch Simon Cowell. That man delivers the meanest, most vile comments to self-delusional Idol-hopefuls with a straight face, all topped off with his haughty British accent.

I was wondering what comments the singer or wailer, whichever word you prefer, would recieve if he tried out for American Idol. From Simon, specifically. But since such a thing is impossible since I doubt he could earn enough money to take a bus with his vocals, let alone an air ticket, I have came up with a few ideas should he really decide to go for a Singaporean version.

Here's another crazy, fun, and completely useless listpost by stopping2think.

10 Things Simon Would've Said




1. If you sing a Linkin Park song, there'll be bloodshed.
2. Well, I'm feeling quite like the camera in the middle of the hall there - we're both here to shoot you.
3. The most devastating part of this performance was that I couldn't even sleep through it.
4. Paula wasn't joking when she said you had a great vocal range
5. Security?
6. Maybe if you'd spent less time jumping back and forth, you might've gotten a note or two on key.
7. I've heard it so many times I'm sick of it - I don't care if you take singing lessons.
8. I do agree that there were some technical difficulties affecting the performance - They couldn't turn off the microphone.
9. Randy, stop laughing already.
10. William Hung would be proud.

A laugh was had...

A laugh was had...

At your expense! The confession is here now, no more tricks - Happy Belated April Fools!

Yes, April Fool's jokes can be belated and no, my blog isn't closing and yes, I know how shocked, angry and murderous you feel right now. Stopping2think doesn't stop you know.

I was pretty surprised by how the tagboard was flooded with random tags. It was the first time where the tagboard was filled completely with tags, without a single reply from me. Largest thanks go to Jun Rong, since he was pretty much conducting a conversation with 3 different people anyway.

I know there're many people out there still gaping in shock at what I'm posting here, and probably will just pull a "Bang Bang Sam's Dead" when they get a gun in their hands, so to appease the anger out there, I sincerely apologise to every single one of you who was taken in by that post, with a special mention:

To Cas Chow, who actually dedicated a whole post on her blog to mine, thank you very very much for that post, since it's the first time I got any post dedicated to me! I know you're nice, forgiving, magnanimous and all, and will not ever even think of killing me in any way. Also, all you cows reading this, have a look at her very well updated blog.

So no Vanessa, you can't have my blog password. No, Yong Kit, you won't need to miss my lists because more are in the works. No, Jia Teck, I'm not going to die. No Jun Rong, you're not going to lose your source of entertainment. No, Darrell, I'm not going to delete my blog in a moment of emo-ness. No Jane, I'm not really closing it.

But a special mention of thanks also goes to LittleKuriboh, for the inspiration of actually pulling something like this off.

Look out for updates this weekend, since I've got a few post ideas ready. Remember guys, stopping2think doesn't think of stopping. Unless it's April 1st all over again xD

APRIL FOOLS MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

We came, we stopped, we thunk thought.

Well, I haven't blogged in two weeks. The school life of secondary 3 is getting to me, and time just slips away faster and faster. Now, I hardly even have the time to play study properly, let alone trying to do a decent blog. Lately, stopping2think is becoming more of a chore to me. It's taking more determination day by day for me to post, and when I do I'll still feel like doing something else.

So it's time to come clean. I'm ending stopping2think.

Let's face it - year 3 has already been 13 weeks underway, but I'm still a slacker who doesn't have the time to study. After so much consideration, this is just taking up too much of my time, and still quite unproductive.

So I've decided to put an end to this blog. It's a shame I couldn't reach the 1 year mark, but that just means a rehash of a few ideas I had of listposts anyway. So what's the point? I've said all that I could about everything under the sun, from awkward IP interviews to shamelessly observing and commenting on a family I saw on an MRT. What more can be said? How many more times can Kaiba screw the rules?

Don't be too sad. There're so many other good blogs to read if you want to kill time. It's not like the end of my life or something. I'll still be in school, and you'll still see me complain about failing tests and not doing homework.

And that's that. I wash my hands off this whole affair. I know some of you are not going to be very happy, but at least now you'll stop wondering when the next stupid list comes out. And who knows? Maybe one day when I get straight As (cue canned laughter), I'll carry on where I left off.

Thanks for following my posts. It's been a good ride.