Memories of the Wind.

I gave my hair a different colour and swore that I have put it into the cauldron and announcing an earlier death sentence to it. However, I rather like this colour despite the mulitple side effects. And I chose this colour simply because my brother suggested it. He dyed the same colour weeks back and was so excited when he heard I might want to colour my hair.

"Go! go. Go dye the same colour! "

Gosh. I did so and I wondered if people will think that's our natural colour.

Now we look even more alike.

It is in the genes.


My brother on the left and me on the right.
SEE? I love Doraemon since young.


Ok, that's all folks. Off to work! Whee last day!

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She is called Wendy. A cute little girl but lonely. (Oops. too lazy to rotate the picture already.)


Hence, she got herself a little dog. The dog is called Whitey-chan.


Ahh. Cute Whitey-chan. Cute.


Whitey-chan likes Beni. Yeah.


Whitey-chan loves to read and write. Loves the way knowledge makes him giddy.


Whitey-chan likes strolling.



Whitey-chan is still strolling.


Say bye bye to Whitey-chan as we go away.



Elmo loves Whitey-chan. Sun-tanning is fun. Whitey-chan just don't get black, because he is Whitey-chan.


o_0

Absolutely crazy. I was having a field day because my colleagues are all in a meeting and I was the only one free. Free. Free. Free. Too free.

Free to let my imagination roam.

And the double Ws came into mind. Wendy and Whitey-chan.

Whitey-chan is going to travel places soon.

Thank you for your kind patience and hope Whitey-chan will meet you all soon. BYEEE.

Labels: art, lame, pictures, stories

Heck. I sent 19mails today to all over Singapore and this single mail is the most important of all.




HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS K!!! Bubble wishes you a sweet birthday and a smooth presentation on your special day.

=)

...

No reasons to cheer as my tuition kid was in a horrendous mood. It started me going too, especially when I was very weary from work. His attitude led me to keep a constant eye on the clock and when I had enough of his silent protests, I threatened to leave early. I packed my stuff when it passed the hour mark, short of the normal session by 30minutes and it seemed to work wonders.

He grabbed me by the name and told me not to go.

I was unconvinced and bulged, but I was tempted deep down, to stay. It was an uncharacteristic move on my part but I knew I had to pull something big in order to strike an impression on him. I am not to be trifled with.

True enough, he relented when I took a firm stand and well, I thought I saw enough regret in his eyes to stop me in my tracks. We ended tuition on the appointed time and rather amicably.

Anyway, I was preaching to him throughout before my stunt and I came up with a pretty interesting quote.

"In order to let the mind move like a Ferrari, you need to rid it of obstacles. "

Ermm.. Rubbish. Now I am starting to understand why he dreads tuition.

BOOO


我在想。是缘分，还是恶作剧?

Labels: note

我把奇迹丢掉了。

Labels: Chinese Writes

YoooHOOo~~~

"Anyone there?? "

Nothing but echoes ricocheting off the 4 invisble walls surrounding me.

"Arggh"

and..

"arggghhhh"

My echo replies and hits me back on the face.

~~~

I am blue. Bluish blue.

My mechanism is slightly out of order again.

The maintanence fee is going to be high.

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I need some affirmation.

I see shadows but hear no voices.

I am mad.

aNd iF u UNDerStAnd Wat I mEan.

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最后，我什么声音都听不见了。。

我幻化成数不清的花瓣，

被微风轻轻的扶着，

渐渐的离开了地面。

可是微风经不起我的重量.

我跟地面接吻了。

Labels: Chinese Writes

I cannot remember many intricate dealings with Mr Smelly tan during my early days except for certain memories that remain etched firmly in my mind. I was a frequent witness of domestic violence at a time when Mr Smelly tan was still leading a normal life as a vegetable seller, my mum alive, and me havent suffered the kismet of being scarred mentally by emotions and physically by numerous pimples.

My mum held order by subjecting Mr Smelly tan to ridicule and constant beating. She has a fondness for using various stances depending on the severity of Mr Smelly tan's crime and the metal cloth hanger is often called upon when the needs called for it. It was executed with such magnificent grace and sleek that I suspect it was the long lost skill, 'The Dog Beating Rod", except the weapon of danger is now the cloth hanger.

According to an inoccent boy, pain was inflicted when there was any hint of disobedience. Mr Smelly tan must have been a real bad boy. Hence, I disliked him, though I forgot that I was not any credible as a good kid myself.

One random afternoon, my mum brought me to visit Mr Smelly tan at work, and she specifically instructed me beforehand to call Mr Smelly tan "Dad". Mission Impossible.

When I reached his workplace, despite my mum urging me on, I absolutely refused to acknowledge Mr Smelly tan, right in front of my paternal aunt. It must have been a real embarassing moment for the adults, but I was just being an inoccent kid. I could not remember if I hav added:

"He's not my dad." or whatsoever.

...

And from then on. I did not once call him dad anymore.

That word sounds both vulgar and gross to me.

No thanks.

Not so innocent anymore.

Labels: Mr Smelly Tan and his boy.

今天的承诺，可能会是明天的包袱。。

Watch out for Mr Smelly tan and his once innocent boy. ~the prologue later at night.

"executed with such magnificent grace and sleek that I suspect it was the long lost skill, 'The Dog Beating Rod' "...

excerpt from the prologue.

--------

Anyway, today I made Beni's burger for my brother and me. Pretty satisfying breakfast.

Labels: lame, note, random

I came home rather early today. 9pm and I could see my neighbour's dog peering at me from her locked up cage.

Smelly tan came up with me, and was naturally met with disdain by my aunt. My aunt hates him to the core and wishes that he drops dead at that very second. Hence any washing up for smelly tan can only be done after my aunt retreats to lala land. Or else, she might use her weapon of mass destruction which is her deadly verbal bombs, capable of bombarding every 1ms.

As he "sashayed" into his room, I told him not to lie down on the ground first since he is a fantastic breeding ground for germs. Catch a whiff of his odour and you probably thought that he is the cockroach king. ( Some vagabond out there swears that he has seen cockroaches praying to smelly tan) Ermm, is that funny?

Silence follows.. eh I shall continue.

He seems to understand my instruction and said yes with that "misty" eyes of his. Aww. Perfect. I have seen that more than enough times to know I gave his intelligence more worth than he is due.

I then left the room and went to train my super skill : 铁布衫~ iron clothes. Wahaha. I guess I am a long way to go in prefecting the art of ironing clothes. THE irony is that all the clothes I ironed today do not include mine at all.

Anyway, when I have completed the ardous training, and my aunt is already in lala land, I went in search of Smelly tan in the room. Due to diffusion, the room stinks like hell already. AND dear smelly tan was lying down on the ground, with scant regard to my kind instructions. Therefore I duly raised my voice a bit louder than normal talk to make sure my words registered in his mind.

Me: " Can u ting hua (listen to what I say)? Pls be more guai (obedient)." a tone that fathers normally use to kids.

I shooed him off to the bathing room and I actually got that feeling of gloat rising up like a bubble within my inflated ego. Shiok.

I am not so wicked today, aren't I?

*smiles*



Anyway, I seriously think this resembles Smelly tan. The eyes. Uncanny resemblance. Buahaha..


ps: all these is just a joke, no offence to smelly tan. If I am so vindictive, I would not have allowed him to come upstairs at all.

Labels: Mr Smelly Tan and his boy.

I am a salty person in the office today. Salty? Try your luck and guess why. Whoo.

Well, I am a Chinese person, and I choose to interpret that way. （咸 = 闲, the chinese word "very free, having nothing to do", sounds similar to the word "salty" in chinese）.BUahhaa. And I am really as salty as I can be today; I think I am comparable to the salted fish.

Bloody slacker. I shouted in my head.

I surfed the net, checked my mails, read blogs, then was so free that I reread blogs again. After I could find no more legitimate entertainment in the net, I used up most of my handphone battery to play jewel quest. The game was so absorbing that I sincerely believe that I played more than the amount of work done today.

I was so guilt stricken that I left office early since there was nothing to be done.

*Good riddance to me" I was so happy.

Labels: lame

Passion?


or



Comfort?


Honestly, if someone offers me the chance to play soccer professionally for only a nominal sum, I would probably jump at the chance and ditch the finer luxuries of life that will be unattainable. However, that is a foregone conclusion and that dream is as realistic as witnessing the rise of the sun from the west. Hence, if I am not going to do anything that warrants enough passion, I rather opt for a most comfortable job with the highest payout. Of cause, the ideal scenario is slouching out on a couch and watching my bank account grow, though I am not sure if that is more exciting than looking at wet paint dry.

-_-

Passion does not last you a lifetime, yet we care enough to want to owe it.

And who figures what happens at the end of the day?

Well, I guess I still choose passion then. I adore the element of surprise that it springs on me everyday. I wish to challenge the notion that passion stays no longer than the figment of imagination and watch it go close to eternality as everyday draws to a close.

Forgive me.
.
.
..
...
....

Huh? Forgive what?

*sheepishly* for blogging rubbish again.

Not much content here, it is just the time of the night again.

*rants*

Nite pple.

..so its p..

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My reader statistics for my blog is on a rapid decline ever since I began to neglect my blog. The viewership is hurting and I am grateful to those loyal fans out there. Sorry to disappoint everyone. I know it is disturbing to see the same old post hogging the foremost portion of the blog for ages.

But I am busy.

I am starting to lose control of my life. And I wonder if I am the one controlling my schedule, or is my schedule manipulating every little step that I take?

I have no answer to that. I can only manage careful steps at one little go and wait to see how it turns out.

Labels: musings, note

Though I am able to make it back to the blogging scene for now, I have little reason to rejoice as yet.. My desktop is still spoilt and I am able to make a mini comeback because of the amazing contribution coming from my unreliable laptop. This laptop goes awry by the time it manage to log on to windows live messenger and I marvel at the plucky attempt to maintain a normal state of functioning this time round.

Anyway, this week has been one real hell of a ride. I am really starting to detest coming back home, with the ruckus that my aunt kicks up and all. I find myself avoiding the need to get back home early if possible, and that was totally unnecessary because I have to teach tuition on wednesdays and thursdays, and I normally have events after work on my free weekdays too. However, that comes with a tinge of guilt that is hard to pacify despite the couple of run-ins I had with my aunt because she does treat me quite well. She brews funny tasting drinks for me with rather expensive herbs that remain polite strangers to me throughout my entire life because she knew I have not yet recovered from my sore throat. I am grateful for all that, the trouble taken and all. Well, I do my part, doing household chores during my limited time at home like there was no tomorrow.

If anything was to blame, notwithstanding the fact that my aunt is a difficult person to live with, the other tangible source of conflict is Mr smelly tan. A spurious claim? Your judge.

Who is Mr Smelly tan anyway? He is the living thing whom I have to thank for my other half of my genes and the surname which I have infamously inherited. A fine lineage, I presume. Thankfully, I never inherit his shameless sense of uselessness. Well, he likes to sleep at the void deck and we leave him to be but my brother always asks him to come up at night when the former returned from work and instruct him to bath. I was not that forgiving and I resented this entire idea till last week when my brother "pleaded" with me to get Smelly tan to come upstairs to bath when I am free because I get back home earlier than my brother sometimes.

However, my brother used this sentence which has the desired effect on me.

"No matter what, he is still a man."

All right, I accept this. Be it amoeba or man, it is fitting to be compassionate.

Hence I acted my role as a filial son this week by "laying the red carpet" and invite Smelly tan home whenever I can. My aunt's natural reaction to Smelly Tan when she sees or smells him is instant hatred and a insatisable thirst for his blood.

I tried to talk her around by using the concept of forgive and forget, yet she was infuriated by my feeble yet noble attempt to cease her non stop fire. (smelly tan will not retaliate or react, he is just like a walking vege.) As a matter of fact, she got angry at me for talking back to her and voices were raised often.. She still cries very often too.

* Sighs *

Smelly tan gets on my nerves too. As the name suggests, he is really smelly. He seems to salivate uncontrollably like some dogs and his saliva gives off a stench so strong that it could have probably put a baby elephant to "sleep". The only reason why we could stand it is the highly rated adaptability that we human beings possess.

Just a few days ago, smelly tan's saliva on the floor while he was sleeping was met with utter disgust by my brother. Ants are attracted to the yellow pus-like substance called "smelly tan's saliva". Freaking freaky.

.....

I have a whole lot to whine about, but not now anymore. I do not want to kiss my sleeping time goodbye.



That's all folks.

Labels: Mr Smelly Tan and his boy.

If I held you longer and closer and never let go that time, what will be the outcome today?
天作孽，犹可活。自作孽，不可活。
You will have suffocated.

lalalalalaaaaa~~~~~~

*readers falling off the chairs.*

I do want to go back in time and relive some moments or the wildest dreams of changing history, but deep down, what has been, has been. I can only replay certain memories vividly in mind like video on repeat mode, details flashback, but there is never an edit mode on the remote control.

There is an affection in me for nostalgic stuff and I have an obsession with darker memories. I paint dark pictures in deep secrecy, and my heart whines. Is it part of me, or is it just me?

古老的院墙，

远方园地里的交响。

音乐坠落在打滚的尘埃上。。。



我拼命在约束自己。

但是我挥不去天空无止境的灰，

难道这是云的安排。

Labels: Chinese Writes, lame, random, The Emo Club.