Memories of the Wind.

I got all the symptoms of a recurring disease. It's my perpetual lateness. From the looks of it, it's currently incurable. Look. I got so many reasons to justify being late. I wasnt even late in the first place. Plenty of time to prepare, plenty of time to wait for my public transportation that appears to abide by the Murphy's Law. Its probably the fear of the unknown consequences that the wrath of "Nature" may inflict on them if they do not do so.

Lame. . In reality, my dilly dallying such as doin up my hair, pondering in deep, serious thoughts on what to wear has attributed to my lateness. U can call mi vain pot. I am not denyin, haa. In fact, one fren has made that comment before. I wanna look good! Who does not? But the trouble is, i am not 'pretty' handsome in the first place. Which probably explains the amount of time i take to prepare when i need to go out ba. Hahaha.

Euff crappin again. Anyway, I tink the best excuse for lateness is saying sorri ba. At least a sincere apology is better rather than spewing flimsy excuses right? But sometimes, it loses its usefulness when the magic word has been repeatedly called upon to save a straining friendship. Who can compensate for time lost??


ps: yea i went to buy moisturiser, astringent and facial cleanser wif my buddy Si An! wasnt referrin to u in dis post. haa.

Labels: musings, random

Indulgin in meji black chocolate at this instant. NOW! Getting fat if i continue at this rate. NOthing would change even i shall resist. its a rot and my brain is slowly decaying and my hunger instincts takin over. Or issit becuz of the gloom surrounding mi? everything is soo dark. the chocolate. the nite. Mi. Arrgghh.. Zombie Beni is goin to romp the world soon if he does not start sleepin soon. Chomp chomp chomp!!

Goodnite peeps!

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This post is made possible followin valiant contributions from my elder cousin. He was tellin his story during wee hours at my grandma's wake recently, when my bro, me and my cousin were the only ones keepin vigil beside my grandma's coffin. Me and my bro were enthralled at my cousin's raw experiences with the supernatural, gasped in disbelief at times and goosebumps tingled with unease and yet at the same time, excitement.

Here's one of the 2 spellbound account courtesy of my cousin. .

My cousin was nite cycling wif his frenz at pulau ubin at around 3 plus 4am in the morning. It was really quite dark and they were planning to cycle to the jetty before stoppin. It was then that my cousin spotted a white figure from his corner of his eye. He wasnt really sure whether it was a creative work of his wonderful imagination due to the surreal emptiness arising from the surroundings or an intruder. Not decidin to slow down or inform his frenz, he carried on cycling. Throughout the journey, when he peeped from the corner of his eyes, the white figure jus remain where it was, at the corner of his eyes. .

In wat seemed like hell and back for my cousin, he finally reached the jetty, full of perspiration admist cold sweat. At long last, the white figure is nowhere to be seen. My cousin regained his composure and asked whether his frenz had seen the white figure to make sure it may just be his figment of imagination due to his own weariness. One of his frenz had actually spotted the white figure too and had decided not to scare the others in the middle of the ride and the huge pobability of alarming the ghostly apparition.

Thats the end of the ghostly encounter. watch out for my cousin's second account. the next story is bound to spook u! Some things ar just too much of a concidence!

Labels: My spooky tales-

I am busy. Busy with my camp trials, busy starving myself and then gorging myself to death. Busy fallin down and injuring myself and busy doing nothing at all. . How ironic tat i am getting busier when it is hols.

And i am gettin more and more curious. Maybe its a bid to keep myself busier, pokin around in other pple's businesses. Asked one of my fren whether she was a lesbian when at least a thousand and one were itching to know but no one dared. I am also goin around askin pple whether they were attached or single. Maybe maybe. i am gettin desperate. HOPE tat isn't the case.

Nah.

Labels: random

I must have gotten into the ill books of someone up there recently. Hurt my right ankle twice in the space of 2 days. Was playing soccer with kids yesterdae and was muscled in by 2 opponents and i fell awkwardly on my ankle. Tried to be a brave man todae again in soccer by rushin in to block a shot wif my right foot and lost my footing and thump i came down.

If anyone were to rejoice, that would probably be the nerve therapist. He would be richer by tens of bucks come tomorrow. Aw... i shouldnt be so cynical. At least we enjoy mutualism in an symbiotic relationship. He probably needs the money to see his children through school, if he has any or in the future. Jus hopes that any children he has would be filial. .

Labels: musings, random

I must remind myself not to underestimate the power of words. How easy it is to speak when it should be time for action. So easy to justify urself, so easy to shirk responsibility using words alone. Ha.

Random.

My life is really a melodrama that comes out directly from a playwright's script.
Pass me the hanky please.

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I realli dunno wat's goin on a 14 year old girl's mind when she refused to attend her grandma's funeral, citing lame excuses for her absence. For example, she claimed that her grandma is baised against her when that is blatantly untrue. AND she can stay at the comfort of her own home watchin tv when everyone is at the wake. How can she forget how much her grandma and her other elders love and treat her when she was young? Ungrateful.

Hai.. pple around mi says she was a gone case.. pple around mi dun wanna treat her as a relative anymore. pple around mi says its better to let her dad decide wat's the appropriate way to deal wif her.. whereas her dad says he dunno how to deal with her too... True. I am incensed with her attitude. I can sense my rage burning within mi when i heard her response. How i wished she would turn out. I even dreamed of her appearing at the funeral. Hai.. But i am more worried for her. Sadly, she's goin astray, like an apple turing rotten. . . and no one to lean on.

Now, i cant promise i can turn her back, but i gotta do something about it. But how??

Labels: anger, note

People are realli hard to fanthom. Are they always wearing a mask and acting wat's required of them? Is life merely a drama that has no second take? Sometimes some pple juz leave mi so disappointed with them. Are they natural born actors and actresses? PPLE. Tsk tsk.
Excuse mi.

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To Dearest Xiao Bai,


Peace at last granted,
a quaint game with a tricky hand.
You began with an empty hand
You ended with an empty hand
and that's the way u went.

The fleeting steps,
the spiralling stairs,
its a long route to heaven,
but u chose it so.
And rightfully.
that's the way u went.

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
we shall glitter
from the path u laid.

Cuz u walked in our memory lane...

Life is not the number of breaths that we take, but rather the number of times it has been taken away.

Labels: The Emo Club.

Drats. I need to lose weight again. Fast. Even my star sign is encouraging mi to get my sporting blood up and running.
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OH sorri cokty people, holes are appearing on the sole of my red nike soccer shoe. Perhaps i am heeding too much of my horoscope's advice.
~~~~~~

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How often i need to remind myself that being a child is wonderful.

Bubbles are such a interesting thing to play with. Especially blowing bubbles. Watching them fly off into the misty night, big and small. Each carrying my dreams and inspiration and . . .

How often do i need to remind myself that i am not a child.
....

Labels: musings, random

This true blue account that i am goin to relate is narrated by my mother to my brother in unnerving fashion and shared convincingly by my brother. Whether the facts have been twisted or blown out of proportions, i do not know, but i have concrete evidence of actual sightings to support the account, making it all the more reliable. Since this is just a personal blog, no formal interviews have been conducted or attempts made to verify the evidence. Neverthless, this does not imply that there is no credibility at all in my account. Here goes. . .

When i was young, (more than 15 years ago) my family owned 2 units in one of the most famous flats in the 1980s. It was one of the highest standing flats in the hey days, going up to 16 storeys. And it was most probably due to its towering height that beat other flats flat when it comes to suicide rates. Yes, there were many people who fell prey to the ills of life even in the past and chose to fall from grace at the height of 16 storeys. Often, one would hear a loud "thump" and the mamas would hush and forbid the children to watch. Futhermore, it was at this flat where one of the most famous murders in Singapore occured. The cause of death was several gunshot wounds inflicted on the vital organs. . Such was the noriety of this flat. And it was at one of the 2 units that the brush with the supernatural occured.

My mother owned one of the 2 units but strangely, when i was young, at the age of around 5, i remembered only living in the other unit which was shared by my maternal aunt and grandmother. The other unit had been left vacant despite the lack of rooms in the 2 room unit. The reason is surely obvious to my clever readers. Yes. It was haunted. Haunted by a vengeful female ghost. The tell tale signs were there, coercing my mum, spooking her enough to move to my grandmother's more benign unit.

The signs

1. There was once when my mother was sleepin not so peacefully in her bedroom in the haunted unit. She was having a nightmare. A fierce women with dishevelled hair was shouting to her in her sleep to leave the house immediately, stamping authority and claiming ownership of the unit. My mum woke up, breaking in cold sweat. But she wasnt prepared for the sight that beheld her. . The whole room was in a mess. And it wasnt just the bedroom only. Practically the whole house was in an unsightly state. Furniture were misplaced, things thrown about, as if World War 3 had broken out or a bulldozer was hard at work while my mum laid like a log.

2. My mum returned home from work in the late afternoon to a shock another day. Her neighbour was enquiring whether my mum had been at home in the morning as the window was open and she could see the boiling of water in the kitchen earlier. This basically freaked her out because she had remembered to close the window and she wasnt boiling any water at all in the morning. In fact, she had already left house at the point of time when her neighbour saw the boiling of water. No rational explanation could be offered. .


3. My mum simply decided it was too much and moved to my grandmother's unit on the same level but another section. Trouble seemed to cease. But it brewed again when my uncle brought his "ex- girlfriend" or rather "present wife" back home. It was too late and my mum suggested that my uncle's girlfriend, who is my aunt to stay over at the other unit. I wasnt sure whether that was a practical joke by my mum but stay over my aunt and uncle did. They wasnt as lucky as my mum. I heard that the ghostly apparition appeared before them. The details i do not know but i was pretty sure they came through the incident unscathed.

There wasnt any sightings of the ghost again at least to my knowledge. She was content to be left alone in the unit after that.

Labels: My spooky tales-

Your Personality Is

Idealist (NF) You are a passionate, caring, and unique person. You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals. You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily. Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings. You seek out other empathetic people to befriend. Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships. In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily. At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career. With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone. As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style. On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.

這樣不知不覺, 一年就過了. 小熊習慣依偎在妳的壞里,享受那寸步不離的感覺. 那種遠離喧華的不實際感, 小熊陶醉在其中. 而這一天竟是小熊和妳的轉捩點. .

同樣是情人節, 同樣是妳的生日. 儘管這一天不跟妳離開家的心情一樣美麗, 妳臉上還是掛著迷人的微笑. 妳就穿著那件雪白的晚裝, 披著同樣雪白的薄莎, 搭配著一雙晶瑩剔透的彩虹項鍊, 興高采烈的去赴約了. 妳之前還答應了爸爸媽媽會在十二點之前回來. .
妳和妳的他竟然一起消失無蹤了.
原來 "灰姑娘" 並沒在十二點之前趕回來. .

一天過去了.
爸爸媽媽急得像熱鍋上的螞蟻.
三天過去了.
警察叔叔依然毫無頭緒.
五天過去了.
妳難道人間蒸發了?
一個星期過了.
小熊的眼淚也乾了. 濕了又乾, 乾了又濕.
只是誰又注意到哭泣的小熊??
小熊不明白這苦澀的滋味. 它第一次覺得不快樂.

小熊問了問坐在對面的獅子布偶妳到那裡去了.
沒反應. 玩具猴也沒反應. . 大家都沒反應. .
一声寧靜.
從那一刻開始, 小熊才恍然發現,
它擁有著布偶不該擁有的生命!

可是這對小熊來說並不重要.
它只想在投進妳的懷抱里,
尋找它快樂的根源.

它非常誠懇地許了一個妳能快點回來的願望.
一個在一個灰濛濛, 掛著玄月的晚上許下的心願.
就在這當兒, 一顆流星划過邊際.
聽說在流星還沒降落的時候, 許願最靈驗.
果然, 奇蹟發生了!

流星如花火般地飛到小熊面前.
阿!! 原來那不是流星, 而是一個拇指大小,
揮動著翅膀的女孩.
女孩在小熊沒能有反應之前,
就用柔婉的声音發問
:"你就是小熊吧?"


持續......

Labels: Fairy tales