Exciting days to come!

OOoooh~~~ exciting isn't it? I'm packing right now, lol~~ looking for wires and stuff~~ So happy I get to spend quiet times with you~~ So Sweet~~~~~ Heee =) Can't wait to see you tml darling~~~~

Sweet Sweet Sara lee pound cakes

I love these pound cakes you know... Filling, sweet, delicious and wonderful... It's blissful every every every bite...

Many many moons have passed since I was a little boy, and mommy bought me this first box of Sara Lee Chocolate pound cake. I took a bite and fell in love with it, craved for it, yearned very much to have more. And it was then, that same little boy made a wish to have more and more of sara lee pound cakes. They were sweet, heavenly and virtually irresistible. Little did the little boy know that years later, that wish came true. Well, kind of... Except she wasn't quite well... edible.... but all things else she holds, and even more. Fate has a queer sense of humor in granting wishes... But still the little boy is thankful, very thankful might he add. =P

for you

It's a happy chirpy day!!! This is for you sweetie~~~

Sweet Sweet Day

Already???! Two months???! Together? Wow~

Darling, today!!! Our own sweet sweet day, two months together! Even from before we got together, I have always immensely enjoyed your company, your words, your smiles, your yawns, your lazy stretches, your sighs, your endearing tone, your fragance~ I miss our tutorial days, hee, yes i miss it, again~~

I wanna kiss you, cuddle you tightly day in day out, nights, days, hours, days, weeks, months~~ Yesterday when I heard the part about the other half's expectations and my own from a relationship, it left me wanting. Wanting to walk through this with not just someone, but I dearly hope it would be you. You you you you~~~ I can assure you, nor be completely be sure of myself I can do all of those, and provide what you need, but I want to. You. Feel. So. Right.

Yes, two months.. and so let me say this again. Happy two months darling. It's been blissful, merry and sweet, even with the unhappy times you had to put up with me hee... Thank you. You. Complete. Me.

Yes, even with the ear piercing and all. I love you! And man, am I glad you like how the ear looks heee... Would have been terrible if I've done it and it turned out bad heee. You're the only one who's always told me you love the way I am, and how I look. You, you you... I love your hair, love the way you sashay, and the way you look. you're divine. Yes, divine! =)

Love you Always
Towel

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15 minutes more

Just 15 minutes more, just a little bit more, and you'll be done...

I don't quite know what to say but that I wish I could see you as soon as I can.

I miss you.

I love Bedok Ba Chor Mee

Whoever came up with, and decided to sell ba chor mee at Bedok 85, I thank you.

Tonight, I got to see my pretty pretty precious again, ok ok ok... I DID see her this morning too. But its Different~~~ Deee-feee-re-ent.

Heee, its happy and sweet to know we kinda enjoy some similar food~~ She's the best supper kaki of mine~ mmmmmmmmuack!!!!

The Hare and the Tortoise

Tonight's mid night run has gotten better.... not the scenery, not the weather, but the breathing lol~~ Feels like long ago when I could happily and proudly look at all my peers, and tell them I was the fastest of them all... Not that I look like it... heh

While running tonight, suddenly thought of the age-old tale of the hare and tortoise race. Was wondering... why did the tortoise agree to the race? Did he know beforehand the hare would take a nap? Was he even confident of winning already when he agreed? Or did he madly went ahead, not aware of his own limitations? He would never have won if the hare didn't sleep, never could nor would win. Ever. Sad.

The hare then? Did he know he'll lose? Or rather, would he still have ran, if he could somehow know beforehand that he was gonna definitely lose, as thats how the story is gonna go.

Were they running for something they had in mind, or for nothing? I realised the reason I could never do any fantastic 2.4km timing was because I always found it stupid to run for nothing, and almost kill yourself doing it... The timing, the passing of the test, the money reward were invalid. I would only run for something meaningful to me. Laid-back as I am, I realised I was only fond of short burst of running, because of the thrill it gives, it lets me feel something. Indeed, though I've never realised it till now, I have been running those short little sprints- for something. Which is why I enjoy basketball. To go past someone, and have the arrogance to look back at his stunned figure was.... thrilling. It is the fondest of my memories that from sec 2 onwards till even JC, I have only lost in speed to two people: captains of the sec and jc basketball school teams. Therefore it sucks.. bigtime... when I realise aging is faster than me, faster than I could ever catch up or reach. It is a futile attempt for mere mortals to try to change that... Big-muscled freaks outrun me, kids outrun me... speed demon is dead. No more. Deleted, erased with such ease from everyone's minds... I'm old.

Which leads me to wonder about the hare and tortoise... Could I ever run for something I might never be sure I could get? Would I give up? Sigh... you're right... when the motivation ceases to exist, you lose the fire. I lost it long ago. I guess it applies to everything and everyone you hope to have in life, doesn't it? But... I wanna keep you by me, always. Faith and reality gets hard to distinguish sometimes. But I want to, as Nike would say, to Just Do It. I want to try. I wanna do what I can, what I should, what I need to, in hopes that I could give you what you need, what you deserve. Let me try, sugar... But should the day ever come, I fall too far from what you hope to have, tell me. I would really rather that for I'll know you can have, and should, have better. I've never felt that I have ever done anything more than what any of the previous people have, and could do for you. That is frustrating, and kinda... sad. Wish wish wish I could do for you what you have all along done for me, given me a piece of heaven, all that I have never sweetly experienced. You are incredible.

The West Wing

As never seen before by the public, for the first time for your lovely eyes only: The West Wing.

The Bed, against the Wall, which hit, my left elbow.

The urmm "new" table and bookshelf. Still undergoing massive cleaning-up

The old room. The camera-shy brother.

The slacker. Pink Poodle caught snoozing. Again.

A Mid Night's Jog

I hahaha just came back from a midnight jog session! It been a long time since I went jogging alone, without my faithful canine companion. Oh well, she's lazy anyway...

Felt really tiring... but it was good... Sweated quite a bit... like when I was in the army. The run was good too, though urmm I think I only ran like 800m or 1km.... The streets were quiet, and it was ultra windy. I hate to say this but it was super cool to be jogging in the winds. The people who were left on the streets were either heading home, or praying for the last bus, and when they saw me, I think they were mentally trying to decipher if they were looking at an apparition lumbering right past them- in an attempted quick manner lol~~

It was only when I came back and was walking up the stairs that I felt Time's cruel reminder that I was 24 not 18... T.I.R.E.D. but happy.

This coming Thursday/Friday... Coffee? Tea? Or Me?

Precious!! I just got back home! Was supposed to call you, but oh well... lol~~ Happy happy happy I could be of service to you darling~ Thought that Operation Tea-break was gonna fail again like supper last night haha~ Ok, technically it still did, but I still got to see you~ Yayy~~~

Sigh... When I saw you just now, I felt almost... relieved, like I havent seen you for a really long time, and I finally found you kinda thing... heh heh... Miss seeing you! Would have *ahem* hugged you, despite your protests, but I was all smelly and sticky from the Parkway trip lol. ~~~mhhhmmmmmm~~~ Lovely Girlfriend~~~~~

18th Nov is a suay day

My my my, what a busy day today... Woke up early in the morning but could not gather enough Force to urrmm... go jogging. CanCan must have been sorely disappointed. Where's RHOS??? Frazzles??? Woah, where????

The feeling of excitment was definitely in the air. My brother, whom I've not seen getting excited or display more than 3/4 of his pupils, was all talkative and eager. I hate to admit this but these two pathetic brothers have not done so much together, nor sweated that much since 4-5 years ago when they used to go play basketball. It was kinda funny when I think about it now and, after so many years, we finally get to do something together: and that being to separate bedrooms... Hmm....

I have to complain about this ok... What's with modern karang guni men nowadays?? I had an Epson printer and a Canon printer and a cd-r burner drive. This afternoon, I was rejected by the karang guni after I happily called out to him, thinking just to make a few dollars out of it. What did I get? "Sorry, lis no want. Got monlintor?" Aren't they supposed to take EVERYTHING??

As usual, the brother did wild complaining, and if I heard correctly, even whining... He even got to nap a bit. The closets and tables turned out to be super heavy, and corners round staircases and doors were rather difficult to negotiate. That resulted in trembling hands, heavy puffing, stiff red necks, and plenty of strained muscles. It didn't help that people were being sotong enough to leave HEAVY things in a drawer of an EXTREMELY heavy table, which had to be moved from upstairs to down.

As I paused to rest in the late afternoon, suddenly wondered about the girlfriend. What's she doing? And I struggled to remember how she looked, and tried to imagine how she might look now. There was a chilly mini wind there, and it felt good to stand there in its way, smelling it, and thinking of the beautiful girlfriend. Lovely mise-en-scene, almost Hollywood. Almost.

There's still sorting out of misc stuff.... Sigh...

While the posting is coming to an end, readers may begin to wonder: why was the post titled "suay day"? I'll tell you why. While moving a table from downstairs to up, yes up this time, don't even ask whose brilliant idea it was. There was a slight miscommunication which resulted in the table resting sweetly on my foot. That hurt. Like. Hell. Yes, that's all. If one still fails to see how it can thus be a suay day, come through my doors and I shall gladly show you why. Myself.

Lol~~~ Miss you~~~~ *Earth Angel Earth Angel, will you be mine? My darling dear, love you all the time~~~~ *

Who? What? When? Where? Huh??

How many days since it has been? Lol~~~ Feels like years since I last seen you darling. But you know what, heh, I'm kinda glad we're coping with it well. As in urmm, well, you get to do your work, I do urmm what I do, and we await the day you're done, and we shall meet. =)

As I packed my room and stuff, came across many books from childhood. I... Realised I've never really gotten good, or "classic" readings... Many books were, sigh.. I have to say.. weird. Why weird? Don't ask awkward questions, hee.

Memo To Bunny

• Do Not Abuse Coffee and thus Mistreat Your own Body.
• Rest well the night before early exams.
• Keep fridge raids to urmm healthier stuff.
• Don't think too much about the cute boyfriend.
• Squeeze Frazzles on a regular de-stressing basis.
• Be cool.
• Drink water.
• Smile. =)

See ya soon sugar. MMMUUUACK~~~

Has it been that many days?

Realised to my surprise it's been days since I blogged... And borrowing the words of someone I know and love, "oh horrors". Lol~

Weeeellll... these few days have been a bit packed and busy that's why... Cleaning and clearing rooms, producing about 5 BIG packets of rubbish, and relocating stuff.

Tomorrow~~~ Collect new specs and go trim hair... oh hohoho... busy busy busy.. And maybe go shop abit in Cold Storage and Giant. Hmmm, hope I don't bump into your mum or something, heee~

Something bothers me darling... I don't know if you meant it negatively... but... I kinda see it that way.. I don't want to be a hypocritical boyfriend to you, or for that matter, not a hypocritical person to you... You are the reason, and a source of encouragement and strength, for me to change some old dodgy ways of mine. I have always, or at least really really try, to tell you everything and be honest with you. Hypocrisy is just... well.... disgusting... I don't want to be that to you, and certainly hope you don't think that of me................. =(

All the best for your exams, dear. Love ya~

Darling darling!!!

I love the oranges from Australia!!! Hee ~~~~ Sweet~~~~ Thinking of the price, heck they oughta be sweet. About a dollar for one, hohoho~~~ Would love to make fruit juices for you you you. laa laa laa~~~

Am writing the story now... Stuck as usual..... block of a writer is blocked.

Passionate Pink Poodles!

Fishball noodles with the cute girlfriend!

Up and coming movie marathon with girlfriend! Cuddle up to watch horror movies lol~~

... Remember what we were talking about today? No, not how Fraz is gonna pounded by Rhos... but the topic of me seeing ah Ang, plus what Medic said. Thank you for the encouragement you've been giving me. =) I wanna put effort into learning, and picking up things where I left off. You gave me that desire and chance. Thank you for correcting my rampant mispronounciations. =) love ya doin' that~~ I won't be putting myself down la, but I do know I never really coped well enough in Uni. It was... a little tough hee.... Walked by the books today at MPH, and wished I had spent my time reading them in the Army, instead of waiting for Uni, and when Uni finally came, waiting to have time to read... Excuses excuses excuses... Hope it isn't too late. You think Mr. Chaucer and Will and Chris and Thomas and Lawrence and company would still entertain me? Well.. they better!!! I have legions of fresh minds awaiting proper education.

As I was reaching Marine Parade, I was so confident that if I put in the effort to look carefully and happily for it, I would be able to find the vcd. Hee~ Even when salesmen told me they didn't have stock, I disbelieved them and went ahead to look around, heh~ By the way, MPH IS selling alot of good vcds leh!! Nearly bought them lol~ I realised you could start thinking of the list of vcd on your side, so that you could pass it to me and I could go prep the vcds for the 30th~~ =)
And I can't believe Poh Kim and TS Video, big as they are, do not hold stock, any stock at all!!! dang dangs~~~~ Was feeling bit down I couldn't find it to save you time, and save you a trip to the library so the temperature wouldn't get to you... But haha, surprise surprise, you had another film to watch, and THAT was even harder to find. Practically not available except for Amazon,com types. Heh, but... at least we could cuddle up together to watch horror movies heeee~~

you look alot better today already sweetie~ Good progress~ Positive, positive! O, O how the boyfriend nags~ Heh~

Help Me Set Things Right for Us

I want to tell you, tell everyone... I know and I feel I don't seem to be able to say good things, or convey what I think. Angry? Careless? Flippant? Deliberate? Dishonest? I really don't think so, but somehow words always seem to come out very very wrongly. And I really hate myself for that. This problem, I want it to go away.... I hate it, hate me.

Am I really that lousy? Incapable of giving the most important person to me happiness? When I heard you said that I was trampling on your feelings, I feel I've been a letdown, I don't want you to feel this way. It makes me all the more guilty when I see the things she does for me, and I never seem to be doing enough or the right things, or make it last long enough for her. There isn't a day I have taken her for granted, it can't happen at all simply because you have been all I think about. Of course, I can't say I've had big great changes and improvements, but do you know, you have literally given me a new life. Its something I never could find by myself.

Your cute lines, your feisty sparkly quick-to-react strong character, your hair, your emotions, your eyes, your dog, you, just you... All of these are why I adore you. Sorry to sound THAT sobbish but.... if you take you away from me, you take away the biggest part of me. And I would be terribly lost without you. I really would.

I want to be with you also because... I dunno how it sounds.. maybe stupid, maybe naive... but I want to give you happiness... A future life together, complete with all the emotional, spiritual, intellectual, and yes.. even material needs you have. I wish very very hard, and I want to try, and strive for that. I want you to choose the sofa, you to go grocery shopping, you to hug to sleep, you to put leftover cucumbers on eyes (your eyes), and cook only for you. All I am I give to you, all I have so shall I share with you. I'm not opening my heart to you, I'm baring it... willingly, gladly, happily. Thank you, for all you have done and given me, thank you for how you love me... Let me give you everything. I want you to be the one spending my money, and commenting on the clothes I wear, and the drinks I get to drink. I treasure every bit of it.

You have filled my thoughts, my words, my head, my heart, my love. You. This is gonna sound awkwardly like a have some fascination with machismo but.... urmm yes, I do want you to take charge of my life come to think of it. Be the one and only happy tyrant to me~~~

Darling, I love you very very much, and hold dear to my heart each day I awake and look forward to seeing you, and each night when I tell you goodnight...

Let me love you

For all the vows we make

For the roads we take

And the stops along the way

p.s.: even in Grandpa Smurf mode and peeking at me with your nose and lips hidden from view, the girlfriend still looks cute, sweet, adorable, beautiful and definitely very HOT~~

While my precious sleeps

*hmm hmm hmm* Urmm the attempted lullaby lol~

Still packing/unpacking the rooms...

Sat there and read my diaries, yes diaries... I kept three from sec one till army. Realised that time was more spent on writing and reading and thinking when the internet hasn't come along. But now, there never seems to be time.

Time now is 330pm, and you have just went to snooze~~ *gives a virtual hug*

Taa taa~~ await to kiss you awake~

I remember

Some things you have said to me, I still remember, and will always hold dear to me... like when you said how you found it weird but would always wanna sleep when you know I would be going to sleep too... These words touch me, and I will always remember...

I want to sleep when you go to sleep too, together...

I want to drink tea with only you...

Tell queer bedtime stories to only you...

Smell only your fragrance...

Get kicked in the shins by only you...

Buy pink poodles together with only you...

Tackle Monsters that Emit Green Light with only you...

Share a murtabak with only you...

Tell you I Love You to only you...

Miss only you...

Get slobbered by your dog...

Kiss only you...

Share a kitchen with only you...

Share my life with only you...

Finish the roads we have to walk with only you...

Only you.

Even though we can't always physically be together, and whether you want me there or not with you, I know you are there with me in my heart forever more. You have given me a home there, in my heart. And I will always remember that, and be grateful for you love me too.

Sleep well darling.

AEROSMITH - Fly Away From Here

yeah I cant wait another day
aint nothing gonna change
if we stay around here
gotta do what it takes
cause its all in our hands
we all make mistakes
yeah but its never too late to start again
take another breath and say another prayer
and Fly Away from here
anywhere yeah I dont care
we just fly away from here
our hopes & dreams are out there somewhere
wont let time pass us by
we'll just Fly yeah
If this life
it seems harder now
it aint no never mind you got me by your side
and anytime you want
yeah we can catch a train & find a better place
cause we wont let nothing or no one keep getting us down
maybe you & I could pack our bags & hit the sky
and Fly Away From Here
anywhere yeah I dont care
we just fly away from here
our hopes & dreams are out there somewhere
we wont let time pass us by
we just Fly
do you see a bluer sky now
you can have a better life now
open your eyes
cause no one here can ever stop us
they can try but we wont let them
no way
maybe you & I
could pack our bags & say goodbye
and Fly Away From Here
anywhere honey I dont care
we just fly away from here
our hopes & dreams are out there somewhere
Fly Away from Here
yeah anywhere honey I dont I dont I dont
yeah we just fly away

everything in its time

Sigh, you know, my words have never before failed me, failed to comfort somebody. And it's pathetic I can't seem to even do that for you, a boyfriend who can't even give the girlfriend solace. But still, I would try, and will always keep trying. It's important to me, for you have given me the comfort and support nobody else could have ever given me. I hope to do the same for you.

Guess your mum said what I felt very nicely. Everything has its time and place. Place your trust and faith there and persevere in what you want. I know its difficult to swallow when our will is not in line with His Will. But resolution doesn't mean getting it our way, or being comfortable with what we're dealt with. Trying to come to terms with what we are facing is part of the trials. Besides, I feel that you're merely standing at a point of the road where you still can't see where it turns or leads to. Walk on first, if not we can never be sure or see where we're headed. Things work in strange miraculous ways, that's what I believe. I never thought I would say, or believe so trongly in what I';m about to say but: Trust Him, for you are a very sweet and nice person. Reality should be the one that defeats, don't let paranoia get to you. Walk on to see where this goes...

And... urmm... I feel that being number one is too tiring... and it is a myth. A painful myth. Sorry if it's jarring... sigh...

bodka

lol!!!!

Tour Guide for the Day

Due to overwhelming response, I have decided to, despite a tight schedule, put in words the passion of 9th November 2005, the day I was mini tour guide to Jap High School students.

It all began when a friend, the drug-supplying Medic, called me up to see if I would be interested in a job he meekly labelled as "social escort". It promised good pay, about 13 dollars per hour, and the job would last from 8am to 8pm. That worked out to more than 130dollars for a day, and all the job entailed was bring the people round Singapore, eat and shop. Sounds easy? Yes... the only catch was that the tourists were Jap students... This means that: 1) I had to be able to communicate in at least itsy-bitsy Japanese, or 2) pray really hard that they could converse in English or do excellent sign language.

Hell, but the Medic assured me that many people doing it did not even know Japanese and could not even tell the difference between sayoonara and ariigatoo. And so, I agreed. 130 bucks for a day ok.... And so that started my decadent life as a social escort to the Japs. I could say quite a few feisty things about the whole thing and them being Japs in Singapore, but urmm.... politics is an unpredictable timebomb which many brave souls have died trying to diffuse. And I'm too young to try...

And so it was on 9th November 2005, 745am, that I arrived at Meritus Mandarin. Mornings at Orchard is actually really beautiful and serene I realised. The cars are quiet, and there were not many of them. The people are silent with their heads lowered, walking along with the usual classic Singaporean overworked stride. To my relief, the happy considerate girlfriend, despite her sleepiness and work, called me at about 730 in the morning and that cheered me up immensely.

At the hotel, things started to get slow and confusing. It appeared the Jap teachers who led the student exchange decided to change and modify plans. And so it was that all prior group assignment were demolished and reassigned. The teachers also wanted the students to try and converse only in English. Which in my opinion... is such as painful task for students on vacation. I realised also that the main problem other people have with understanding Japanese speaking English is that their intonation is too flat. Because of the nature of the Japanese language itself, they have low and mono tones, and that kinda makes their English rather difficult to catch and make sense of.

I was placed in a group with 3 guys and 2 girls, all about the age of 17, or so I guess from their English version of their ages. I brought them to Far East Square in Chinatown where they had wanted to go, and it was a hot long walk there from the Chinatown MRT. Note to whom it may help: Far East Square of Chinatown is actually closer to Raffles Place MRT station okie.

Lunch was chicken rice, yea trusty Singapore Chicken Rice works everytime in capturing the hearts and stomachs of tourists. I suspect that the Singapore Tourism Board should start crediting chicken rice with the deserved percentage it draws tourists to Singapore. It's quite amazing how a simple dish like this could be 25% as alluring as my girlfriend. It's the perfect symbolism of racial harmony in Singapore you know. Everyone can eat that, oh well, except vegetarians but well... I'm not. Singapore mathematicians and economists could go far if they decide to teach and equate all figures in terms of chicken rice. Think of the ease with problem sums for primary school kids. For e.g., Jane's mother gives her $10 to buy 3 packets of chicken rice. Each packet of chicken rice, with no special request of chicken drumstick, would cost $3 and 2 packets of chilli are given. A) How many packets of chilli in all could Jane get? B) How much change would Jane return her mother?

You see? Works wonders. Too crude? Well, not really... it could work equally well on high ends you know. For e.g., assuming a normal price-elastic market, how would a price raise from $2.50 to $3 for a packet of chicken rice affect workers in CBD as compared with workers in heartlands such as Bedok? Ceteris paribus, how would this affect the marginal utility workers could derive from their chicken rice, given that their wages remain constant?

There.

Anyway!!! There was a happy call again from sweet small yuen again during lunch. Happy Happy Happy! When I went back, I was so happy, I decided to be really nice and be hospitable to the Jap students and offered them chicken rice chilli sauce. I told them they should try since it's really "special". Well, the end verdict they came to was that it tasted really great, except it was Especially hot. Yeah well... they didn't ask what... And I did say it was chilli sauce.

During hectic lunch, they found time to peer at the cute ring on my finger and went into one of their tamagotchi pokemon craze. They blabbered words that sound like what a Japapanese Rojak would say to me: sounded like Jap and English all at the same time, sounded like it didn't make sense, at all. Thanks to my minimal knowledge of Japanese, I kinda grasped what they were trying to ask. And after peeking at sweet yuen's picture in my handphone, they came to happy conclusions that my kanojo(girlfriend) was kawaii(cute) and kireii(beautiful). Yup, she is, I would have told them if I knew sufficient Japanese. But I could only nod my head in cheerful, blissful agreement.

Oh I forgot to mention their teachers had planned some sort of an Amazing Race for them thus they needed to have a checkpoint, so being educators, they assumed that the best place to put the checkpoint was at NUS UCC all the way at CLEMENTI, Land of the Hot Wild West. Well, at least... for the umpteen time, thank God I'm not from NTU. After clearing the checkpoint, we headed for Orchard. We did that because, for like the only time in the whole day, we came to a mutual understanding that shopping ought to be done. And so with wild gestures and English and Japanese, I conveyed myself that Orchard Far East was THE place they might like. Off we went. Again. Back to town. Again. Looking at them under the hot sun, for once I felt really happy to be in their company, because the poor kids were paler than me and they were getting toasted under the Smiley Singapore Sun. Their faces were red, lol.... and the their foundations and mascara cracked. And it was thus, I didn't felt ostracized anymore for being a luminous entity, even though there are unconfirmed rumors that the kanojo is actually a prettier, chio-er version of paleness.

At Far East, I left them to their own foray while I went to have a drink and pop a panadol. Yes, they were literally giving me a headache. After that, it was almost time to meet again. Lol yes they only had that little time to shop, not my fault wat, I wasn't the one who put the darn checkpoint THERE. I bought them each a postcard of our prestigious, majestic Merlion who was constantly vomitting with a ludicrous smile, complete with whiskers. And to top it up the Singapore way, yes.. I bought them food. Yakun kaya toast. They were absolutely fascinated with the kaya fragrance taste and smell. Well, but we all know the politeness and exaggeration of the Japanese so we shall not take them too seriously and start investing in Yakun shares in anticipation of incoming Japanese companies takeovers.

They returned to the hotel for rest after that, and I had an hour free. It was then I pranced to Borders and made Frazzlez and RHOS our new companions. Suggestion to Borders: Get smaller plastic carriers also? Not everyone is there to buy big bulky gandalf books okay.

Did I mention? Frazzlez and RHOS are two pink poodles with urmm zany pink hair. I would say they are identical la, but small yuen could kinda tell a difference with the two, namely in the follicles. That would be for the better too, lest evil people decide to kidnap my RHOS or his hair.

Dinner with the Jap students was the last event, before the BIGGEST event of all: getting paid. We were ferried there by coaches, and though the NUS tour guides were all seated in the same coach, I still felt weird. Travelling on the busy streets of Orchard, I suddenly felt alienated. It was as if I was a tourist. Hee... the feeling was quite fun though, and I would have pretended to be a tourist and waved at the Singaporeans on the streets if not for the techno-throbbing headache. We need someting more lethal than panadols, maybe cyanide.

Dinner was not what I thought. Whatever happened to "eating together with your student groups" and "polite Japanese"? We were the last bus to arrive and it was raining, so by the time we made our way to the restaurant inside the zoo, they were almost done eating already. Right, thanks. After that, the person holding to our pay was nowhere to be found. And I waited and waited but we could not find her. So, in the end, I told the Medic I had to go, and he was to collect my pay for me. He agreed. Whew, thank God he was in a good mood. Lol~~

As so all alone, I bravely stepped out from the restaurant after bidding the lonely NUS students all huddled together in the now-quiet restaurant farewell. It was 720pm and it was a sea of black out there already. I stood there calm and cool for a while with my back facing them. Brooding and thinking. After a dramatic pause of precisely 3 seconds, I turned back to them and muttered under my breath, "urmm which out to the main door ar?" After the mad laughter, fingers pointed in multiple directions. Are these orang-utans really NUS students, pride and joy of our country, one wonders. And being the calm and composed Brad-Pitt figure I was, I decided to give a cool smile and waved goodbye then walked towards restaurant staff, whom I supposed should know the way out since they might need to make their way out from the restaurant at some point of time. Well, at least this time the point of direction was in unison. Finally, I stepped out again, in the right direction. After a few steps away from the restaurant, I began to wish I was back in the restaurant. I'd never been in the zoo when it was this dark before. It felt eerie and exciting, like the woods in Harry Potter. Oh well, I comforted myself that at least it didn't give me the feeling it was the woods of LOTR. Ogres and orks brandishing axes, snorting at me was the last thing I would like to see. I'm Brad... not Aragon. But that long walk was really memorable because I have never seen the zoo at this time, and it smells different and refreshing with that amount of thick forestry. For all you know, there might be lost lions or giraffes that the zookeeper forgot about wandering around.

When I waded back to civilisation, I took a cab down to yes.... NUS lol... but for a dfferent, infinitely happier purpose... To pounce on the cute girlfriend!! She looked exhausted, but I thought I saw for a slight moment, a similar glint of joy in her eyes when she saw me, as I had when I caught sight of her beside the Monster that Emits Green Light. That night, we left for home, tired but happy. Seeing her is indeed a big joy, at least for me... =)

This is where I wanna be

Today... I was urmm... excited and happy while waiting for you, hehe... so exciting to be able to see you soon~~ Lol~~ Wonder why... Hehe, happy happy happy! I love it everytime I get to see you. The moment before I meet you, it's always happy, exciting and full of anticipation. Heh~~ Can't take it la..... you are driving me mad~~ heh

Like I told you just now okie darling dear, corny as it is... Come rain or shine, I would wanna be here with you, unless urmm I irk you.

To parallel your post, I love your gorgeous skin, adorable, sensuous hair, happy looks. Heh heh~~~ Miss ya~~ Oh hohoho, changed it to Bunny Tales huh, lol~~

My dear girl, you are very important to me, THE MOST IMPORTANT person in my life. I wish I could make you happy, as much as or more than what you have given me. I'm happiest and I feel really me when I'm with you. I love getting to prance around sucky Singapore with you, and I immensely enjoy our playtime where we get to play and run around and play tag. Nobody did, and will ever be able to be compared with you. You, shiny shiny star. Share a kitchen with me....? =)

The Muse

Recent weird dreams and bunnies nearing exams remind me of my own experience back @ NUS. Yes, I'm from NUS in case anyone thought I was actually 16 or something. And.. I graduated liaoz. Lol~

But yes... these jolts made me think of times when I actually locked myself at home, walked around with my specs on 24/7 and read books which were neither comics nor school texts, cited notes from critics, scribbled down points or arguments that I thought were gonna be radically brilliant, and then.... stoning and sleeping. Yes, stoning.. then when I got tired from that, I slept.

Yes, this was the exact ritual everytime I had Lit essays to write. The preparation is ideally done days before, and then... there would be the waiting. Normally the waiting ends the day the essay is due, at about 2 in the morning. That's when the Muse finally decides to visit me. I figured she must be pretty busy having to visit tons of schoolmates rushing for the same assignment and deadline, so at least I'm happy she bothers to come visit me. Then again, it's not always that she remembers to drop by my place.

I hate to say this but I'm actually hopelessly addicted to this. That kinda feeling is exhilarating and satisfying. Many people have called me lazy and "advised" that my essays could have turned out better if I wrote them way before. Absolute rubbish. I say that because I have tried that, does not work for me. The essay seemingly will not come into shape and form unless the deadline beckons it. Though the prep work should and could be done way before... oops... I suppose I'm addicted to it because of the excitement the stress of having to complete it gives: hours left to submission, sleep, arrangement of essay, thought flow, conclusion, not missing out anything while trying to thread all my points and the critics together. It's pure literary ecstasy. I guess nobody knows about this, but I do okie... I do love stress. It actually gives me focus. And I like that. Though it does not go in line with my usual bochup look, or urrmm.... comic frantic hustlings... After that sentence, I will not blame any readers for calling IMH to collect me, how ever do bochup and frantic go together? I dunno... I just do...

When I was in sec sch, I learnt from my good good friend wenxiong that competition does not always bring out the best in each other. In fact, it could even get ugly. Therefore I realised stupidly that what I should draw and make use of from the competition is subjecting myself to the stress it gives me to try to do something more, and more. But I try not to let the negativity get to me... Negative feelings or thoughts like how wenxiong is a small gancheong spider with a big ego ( he does actually but hell who cares) and not worry about me losing out to him or others. Using the stress to motivate yourself without getting entangled in the negative thoughts and paranoia it usually comes with, is an art. One which I never quite succeeded but hope you do. And apparently, the Force is strong in you.

Have I been selfish

Was walking Cancan just now when bits of the midnight conversation we had came back. All along, I only thought that it's alright for us to spend the time together now, and I want to spend all my time with you, because we won't be able to do that come next semester. But have I been selfish?

...I'm sorry I have been and didn't take into consideration that if I kept being around you, then you would have to get used to a different sch life again next semester. It's so difficult... Wish I knew what would work best for you, for us... Can't we just run around the whole day, eat cotton candy, chocolates, drink coke, play nintendo and sega, and hug each other to sleep night after night...

Her Cute Lines

I used to think it was because she was intelligent and witty, which was why she always managed to give out the cutest and funniest lines. But no, its simply because she's cute and funny herself.

No, I have never laughed at you. I'm laughing with you because you are so irresistible and charming. You sweep me off my feet with not just your beauty, wit but also that playful cute sense of humor.

Thank you for filling our lives with inspirational and sensational lines such as "they were paus" , "oh horrors" and "lies all lies". They are all classics and personal favourites.

Shall we undertake a covert mission to uncover the blog of the Hamz? Should be fun....

Dreams are in vogue right now

Slept at 4am last night.

Within the short span of 3 hours of precious sleep, God knows how much time was actually dedicated to a seemingly loooong dream...

In my dream, I was back in Taiwan, when it was autumn and the skies was always a beautiful orange in the day and a light shade of purple when evening came. There was never a shortage of a gentle cooling breeze that rustled the falling leaves.

I was running, running alone. Behind me was the decadent camp, and my friends. In front were endless stretches of lush green rice fields swaying in the wind. It would have to be a big round before I could reach back to camp again. Turn back? I can't, for the distance was equally far. Besides, I wanted to reach the turning corner of the rice fields. The smell from them was calming, almost sweet. I was like running to the clouds, for the rice fields happily stretched on forever and where it finished, it was linked to the purplish clouds and skies. How long has it been since I ran I can't remember. I miss Taiwan and those days of long wild mad runs into the sunset, where I was fast, faster than any of my friends. Though I enjoyed those runs, I was never happy. Not once.

Author's Introductory Preface and Notes

With my years of experience, I have came to a trivial and rash conclusion that writing a preface for books is not an easy task. The vain wish to write was conceived together with a friend when I was serving the army overseas years back. But action never really kicked in because of the author's lack of genius. However, in recent months, an endearing someone who has the gift of totally charming the author has set the gears in motion with her fantastical imagination. And it was thus the protaganist Towel was given shape and form.

It is however, regretful that a title has not come about. The Life and Adventures of Towel is, to be honest, lacking in creativity and originality. The title therefore shall be given more thoughts and revisions.

In general, the framework of this blend of fact and fiction is a postmodernistic children fable, if that is actually possible. This has to be greatly attributed to the grave and solemn education the author was subjected to in his brief epiphanic encounter of university. The characters in the plot are mutated from real life people, and the events are likewise, influenced by life's lessons. Due to the nature of the author's discipline of learning, there will also be, hopefully, a multitude of references and motifs drawn from literary works that have struck a resonance.

Lastly, it is the author's wish, and perhaps also the influential endearing person's, that the story be amusing, appealing, entertaining and interesting. Hopefully, the author may also successfully pull it off and make it to appear highly intellectual and thought-provoking.

Hatching Hamsters

A new proposal just came in from a pretty babe. Mr. Flowers the rabbit might be stewed. Instead, we might get hamsters, yes hamsters! Exciting furry balls! The babe from Tampines claims that furry balls go with her Marimo Algae Ball. Lol~

Oh, it's an exhilarating time! Name planning, researching on possible hamster breeds, cage shopping, food (hamster food ahem) sourcing, and yes... even family planning.

Prettiest of all in the Land of Tampines, I love your blog! The pictures you took are nice! My fav is actually the view of the skies "The Evening Sky from Heaven". Picturesque Perfect.

Was writing the above when I suddenly thought about the times in Taiwan... Remembered Medic & I talking about how we were gonna write. He always wanted to write something science fiction-ish. Me? Never had an idea. Oh horrors, boyfriend has no direction... lol~ Haha, remembered the cute story you were hatching? Albino towel in the deep woods? Yes, it's too cute to miss, therefore I shall write installations to it. Yes, the boyfriend has decided to blatantly plagiarize his sweet young innocent girlfriend. Oh scandalous, it's absolutely chinese drama material. But don't worry alright, in the event that a certain Lucas wantes to buy the rights to it, you and I shall share the profit. Urmm ratio shall be cruelly subjected to girlfriend's niceness towards boyfriend~~~ Laa laa laa~~ *need the turtle emoticon*

Hunny!!! Guess what??? What?? Oh what? Love you millions! Miss you!! Tag! Found you. Of all the ah lians in Tampines, ahem i mean girls... I found you, the best, sweetest, nicest, cutest, wittiest, loveliest, prettiest, sparkliest. These are firm convictions of mine. Let me love you from this day on, and the years to follow... till you get sick and tired of injecting insulin for me, till both our dogs are senile & toothless & long-gone, till hamsters overrun our HOME, till our kitchen is covered with decades of soot, till you get sick of my cooking, till the day you can't read the comic strips on Sunday Times and need me to recite and enact for you, till we have consumed 10million Crystal Jade paus between us, till you've completely run out of cute lines, till we are so decrepit we can't chew porridge, till... we bid each other our temporal farewells... I love you.

Black

Darling darling~~ I love drinking teh-o with you from the same glass. Iced tea is great, with you! Cooking you.. I mean, cooking with you is this sweet, happy, memorable feeling and experience I've never had before. Where?? Where oh where is OUR kitchen?

Thank You For Lovin' Me

Do not apologize for something that is not your fault, silly. This "fault" is not even what you are. School and work is, yes, as you've said, draining. Don't keep trying to be what you think you really should be. There shouldn't be such as thing as "really should be". Me--Boyfriend. I hope what we come to have is a relationship where we would

both be comfortable and ourselves. Neither

you nor I can always be happy and all. If I've

come to heap more expectations from

yourself for yourself then I have

failed my duties to you, and not

made you more comfortable. Life has

it's shitty times. So let's go through

this, and whatever come what

may together. You were

wrong- for once.

Don't Thank me

for being with

you. You have

been with me

through many

a towelly issues.
It's not me
being with
you, or you
being with
me. We are

Together.
Thank
You
For

Lovin' me .

the one with no title

I know you were worn out by the whole day but still..... thank you for spending time with me and having supper together. It really is good enough I get to see you, though I really dun want you to tire yourself.

I see that some things do not go away easily. Smoke lingers. Painful. Angry. Tired.

I'm not psycho but...

Yes, as I was saying, "I'm NOT Psycho!"

Well the hell is that coming from right? Urmm lol~ You just did a surprise lookup on me on the 6th floor of the library. We went to do a copy of something. You look cold heh~ After you went back to classes, I came back up, sat down, and urmm... sniffed you in the air. Hoho~ your lovely fragrance was still lingering among my fingers when I ran my hands over your arms just now.

~~~~~ Lovingly intoxicating~~~~~

Classes are gonna be over soon, sniff you @ 12 soon!! Can't wait! And yes, I assure you, I'm NOT psycho. Thank you.

A Place in My Heart

This place is a playground in a quiet neighbourhood, and it has never caught my attention before. However, on a particular evening, the date to which I had unfortunately forgot, it became a sweet memorable place.

I remember you sitting beside me by the swings, the first time in years to play it since my childhood days of conquering playgrounds long lost. It's amazing you could swing when you were, if I recall correctly, wearing a long skirt? Lol, you amaze me... Not the swinging higher than me part, nor attempting to push me higher to my death by swing part, but the things we shared that night. The giant murtabak, the swing session, the stroll, the long talks, the duck dog, the taxi home. I shall list it as the top 10 fav place in singapore for me, for the memories of there are all us. It shall... always have a place in my heart...

the one on the jelly incident

heh, I hate to say this but I love the jelly I made, sweet and sour... nice~~~ And and, you got the cutest shapes~~ gave you the one of the rose too. Did it last night at 2plus in the morning lol, coz I suddenly felt like it. Wanted to chill it so it would be ready to be delivered to you today on a hot hot day that did not really manifest... Well, I won't be doing home deliveries that often yea? Don't get worried or upset and all, I would know when I can do it, and hopefully guess correctly too when you would be ok with me doing it. Heh~~ Oh well, remember you doing a mini complain about how you don't get the chased-after part much? Hoi~ it's not fair saying that, becoz even though I wasn't aware of it then, I must have been.... urrmm Freudian and urrmmm... wanted to edge closer to you~~~ you're irresistible!!! So so so.. please take whatever I'm doing for you, extra- nice or whatever, as something I wanna make up to you for. If I could, I would wanna court you forever~~ =P Want to looovvvveeee you~~~ Many many alot alot~~~

Smoking.... Has not been in place since... dunno how many days ago, with the friend at the kopitiam. I suppose the fact that I don't remember the number of days is a good sign too lol~ Thank you for being around through this~ Hopefully, that's over.

Though the jelly encounter was short, for all like 5 minutes, when I was looking at your face, ahem.... I actually felt a bit shy and very very very happy~ Heh see ya soon!

The Tissue Issue

Yes... this is the amazing title that is supposed to be clever and witty and stirring. Oh stop laughing....


Ahh, tissue... It's an important issue many of us tend to overlook and not pay sufficient attention to. How might it be important to you? Basically, tissue serves to give a very generic description of you: your level of hygience. Tissue can be used to dab dry your perspiration under a hot sun, or to wipe your mouth after laksa, or even to pick up that accidental poo on the floor courtesy of your pet maltese.

And what about all the embarrassing moments the tissue has rescued us from? Recall that everytime there is a piece of tissue in sight, something awkward has usually taken place, such as noses being picked. That pair of red lips from eating too much chilli? That rebel of a nose that churns out endless streams of mucus? Without help from the tissue, one shudders to think what the girl/guy of your dream sitting opposite you would think or react.

You would think that a commodity with such high demand, and wide variety of uses, should rightfully be expensive and low in supply. Should it not enjoy the same status as cosmetics? But no. Tissue comes very cheaply in small convenient packets thoughtfully designed for slim storage in handbags and pockets. Some even come scented so that people might enjoy the fragrance they like. Often, instead of being appreciative, we in fact tend to misuse tissue. How many times have we reached out, grabbed a piece of tissue just to dry our hands, and then dispose of it? So the next time you want to throw away a piece of tissue, take a good look at it. Have you used it thoroughly? Folded and turned over time and again and used until the whole piece is either filled with chilli, mucus, or sweat? Ideally we should, because trees died so that tissue may be available to us.

Public Declaration

Honey!!! S.Y. !!! This is hereby an official public declaration that the boyfriend, along with your legion of fans, acknowledge and pay homage to your beauty. Yes, in heartland language... you're damn CHIO~~~ Heh~~ Now that this is official, just blush, smile and accept with grace or i shall slurp u all up like a strawberry smoothie =P Hmm, strawberry kisses? I see that strawberries is a strong recurring motif in our relationship... ~~Hiak hiak~~~

Just the 2 of us

Shar, dear darlin', please alright, you shouldn't feel guilty about me going to nus today... =) Simply because it made me happy doing it too. I kinda feel urrm warm and happy knowing I can do something for you. Plus, even if you liked or disliked it, I don't think I could help you do such things come next semester... Sigh~

Remember what we were talking about tonight? The topic that a cetain bunny had no energy to discuss? Heh~ You're cute!!! =P Okay anyway, we were talking about you feeling more or less obligated to be happy and sparkly even around me. Heh, sure I suppose I would love that, who wouldn't yea? I'm sure you'll love me to be that around you too. But we all have ups and downs, I do and so would you. I don't think we'll become over-dependent on each other but it's nice isn't it to know you've got the other half to lean on sometimes... I love to lean on you =P Oh hell, I would let you see me down, tired, angry, scared whatever because you're close to me, closer than anyone. so well.. even if your opinions are somewhat different, at least don't give me the usual formalities to a friend kie. Boyfriend... boyfriend... for keeps, for a lifetime....

...woke up to this beautiful morning at 6 plus. Wanted to call you, wanted to mms you this... Because darling, I would wanna wake up to all future beautiful mornings with you...

What???

Pray tell me, dear darling.....

Just what.... are Sticky Strawberry Kisses?? Lol~~~ In the lab right now typing articles. Sticky kisses? Strawberry?? Oh man... i see that the M.S. (refer to footnote) has to be reviewed. But, that's why I love you like mad~ Hee


Abbreviation: M.S. (Madness Scale.) A postmodern academic tool used by couples to rate the level of sanity/insanity of each other. There has been recent scholarly debates, which is quickly gaining popularity, of a radical belief that is equating madness to cuteness, especially in girlfriends. Traditionally rated on a scale from 1 to 10, with 10 being the zenith of sanity/insanity. A sample size of 1 Singaporean girl, of an average age of 22, ususally registers a median score of 6.5 . This effective scale has been proven to be both externally and internally valid.

Appeal to Mr. Bush and U.N.

Kind Sirs,

I'm a poor fatboy in Singapore. This December might well be the first Christmas I get to celebrate in years. For the sake of all the people and this festival, please pour in more money and effort into researching for vaccines and keeping the bird flu under control. It is unbearable and sad to see that the bird flu is seemingly appearing all over the world, even in Europe and perhaps Japan now. It is no longer the problem of a single country, or continent, but the duty of the U.N. to put out this horrible scary virus.

Because this would be the first Christmas I share with my girlfriend, I would wish that everyone out there could also have a merry Christmas. Please put a stop to the bird flu quickly, or turkeys won't be able to reach dinner tables this Christmas! Please, please, for the sake of millions of stomachs, give us safe turkeys. Don't let this be a different Christmas.

Thank you.

KENNETH TAN
Singapore

Blast from the past

Saw an "old friend" yesterday. I saw Will in the comp lab. Suddenly felt like Year 3 and going for tutorial all over again. And when I thought of you, it felt queer, cute and funny all at the same time. Yes... even after one month, even now, I can't believe this good fortune of having you with me. Heh, everytime I think of this, and get this weird nostalgic feel, I can't help but *um cheo*

I can imagine if I could go back in time and tell my Year 3 past self that we're together, I bet he'll be going hysterical. "What?? You sure not??? Wa Lau~~ Don't bluff leh!!! " Hokkien swear words are unconfirmed.

Darling, darling... you're too good to have missed. Never again, for anything, would I ever want to miss you again. If I could, I'll wanna go back in time and come look for you, and kiss your lovely feet~~ Hmm, then again... I suppose we could only have been here and whom we are because of what we've each come through from. I treasure you! Madly.

Will, the comp labs are not for eating yong tau foo and coffee. If you are that god damn preoccupied with work ,fucking hell don't eat then. Please spare a thought for people all around. I'm not throwing away your leftover cups or whatever nonsense no more. I'm watching you.