as this ferocious-looking yet uber adorable character checks in, we say our goodbyes to the previously all-red poetic rage that has been around for almost a year now. NOVEMBERsurrender! is supradelirium's DOMO-KUN inspired mini makeover this month.
watch this space as fye soars onto an awesome embarkment (with all pun intended) on his new life. stay tuned as he emboldens himself with almighty bursts of great energy this near future!
about DOMO-KUN
DOMO is described as a strange creature that hatched from an egg.
DOMO lives in an underground cave with Mr.Usaji.
DOMO loves Japanese-style meat and potato stew.
DOMO hates apples due to an unexplained mystery in his DNA.
DOMO can only communicate via producing a low-pitched noise, which somehow, other characters are able to comprehend.
DOMO is known to pass gas repeatedly when nervous or upset.
DOMO likes music, particularly Guitar Wolf and MAX, which are two real-life bands.
the blogger
the boy called fye in the midst of doing the nation proud. bmtc2, ulysses1. currently a musician with the singapore armed forces bands. has just been officially released from national service (or in other words, ORD!)
borned on july 16, 1987. head prefect in primary school. student councillor. drum major in dunearn military band. graduated from anglo-chinese junior college. french horn section leader and student conductor of the acjc concert band.
taking one step at a time, and ready to fly. appreciates surprises. the epitome of love, life, masculine feminity, and poise.
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Wednesday, August 16, 2006 | 7:44 PM
so this is the feeling you get during prelims. i cant describe it. just beyond words they say. so much stress, the pressures, lots more to mug, yet, so little time. nobody to blame except me, myself and i. i wasted my life away, drowned in much sorrows i least expect, cried my nights away feeling lost, as though my life was taken away. as though the impending prelims didnt matter at all. have you ever faced death? i feel as though somebody died. perhaps, the jolly fye in me has left. my soul, gone just like that. im as good as a living doll - chucked in the basket of used toys when new ones keep the little one happier - left aside cos nobody bothered anymore. i told myself to wake up. get out of this misery, but its never too easy. it takes two hands to clap, but i fell off from above, thrown down just like that. im crushed. my hands detached. im as good as nothing; nobody's helping. sometimes, it feels like many shots through my heart. yes, that fragile one. but nobody cares cos nobody knows. so again, its back to me, myself and i. bang. bang. bang. who died?
