Comeback Blog

Yes! Everyone! All my legions of faithful readers! I am back! Yes, celebrate~~ yaa daa yaa daa~~

It seems time has really passed quickly... the June holidays have come and gone. Happy days have once again been put on hold. It is strange, as I think about it now, how I'm going back to being educated on how to give others education. Well, then again, aren't we all constantly being educated anyway... life, family, friends, academics, pets, relationships, technology, PSPs...

Looking at my brother going for army reminds me of myself... Though I do honestly think I had looked worse lol... That feeling is always extremely heavy on Sundays. When you have to get ready for camp, packing and saying temporal goodbyes. Not that I had people to say goodbye too anyway. I remembered my family was pretty zen when I went into army. On the ferry back to Pulau Any-sweat-no-sweat-my-beep, I would miss Singapore tremendously. Yes, the island itself... I miss being on it. And as I look around at other similar lost sheep shaven bald, they all looked just as lost. And sad. Oh well, it's over for me now. So I should join the ranks of those before me, and laugh at the new kids and call them names like "recruit" and "chow botak".

Today, as we did bible studies together, I think it was a really nice experience. I enjoy it very much. May we grow closer to the Lord together, my darling.

Sometimes, I wish parents could be more flexible, more open to suggestions and corrections. Hope we don't ever end up like this. Seems like humility become sort of a senior citizen and get concessions as people grow older. I hope we never forget this. I hope I always do what I preach to my students all the time: that humility is a life-long lesson we are perpetually learning. These days, when i look at you, I feel kinda sad for you yet powerless to help much. Parents can be such bullies and tyrants. And yes, I know I speak the truth for so many so many kids out there, sometimes even, surprise surprise, me. So yes, while you're at the uncomfortable dinner, I shall finish the posting soon and go do a drugs. Go pray for you. I hope things become better for you, but not through you having to relent. I think its very admirable what you are doing and have to bear sometimes. I know we aren't strong 100% all the time, but I see in you strength. =) And I'm really really truly proud that you are with me. Thank you for choosing and travelling with Pooh Travels. We hope you have a nice day! Well, on days when you feel low, empty of sugar, we shall call upon our most potent pokemon- the Pooh. Where he shall sing, dance, eat, play, cuddle, bark, chew, spout nonsense, drive, accompany, kiss, comfort, support you till his plastic buttons drop off. As much as you always claim how I'm your support system, you have no idea how proud it makes me to be by your side, and just how much you too are my support system. Without you, plastic buttons wouldn't stick, giggles just can't brew.

Though I have to do back to work tomorrow, thank God I'll be near you still. While you sleep peacefully, I'll be singing my lungs out on everyone's top number 1 most sung song in Singapore, Majulah Singapura.

Die Pooh Die!

Who was the smarty pants that said when one was undergoing transition, one would most likely be very busy and very worn out... Seems very much like it... These past recent weeks have seen us adjusting to alot of things huh? =) Lotsa changes, lotsa ahem..... additions... heee.... sometimes when I feel like writing something, or I feel I wanna write you something, inspiration doesn't happily plod along to me... Nothing comes. Sleepiness sometimes makes guest appearance though, and so.. like all aspiring newspapers trying to sustain reader interest, when in doubt or out of quality writing, dig up famous people/celebrity gossip. Therefore, I have decided to announce that the reason I cannot write properly is that I feel a very large force blocking me, eluding me, draining me. Now now, we all know that there aren't many able to harness such propensity in power and wield it so easily. And impetuously. A very very powerful one. I might point out that this could well be an act of revenge due to personal grudges or worse, petty social exclusion. Baby blue ribbons.

It still feels very very exciting. That the 2 of us own the PSP. Ahem, not one between the 2 of us but a PSP to each of us! How cool is that! I think it's very very nice, looking at us with our PSPs. I think the white is classy. The PSP shall come to be an important companion. I can feel it. In fact, I quite like it this way. Going to school of the ulu and inaccessible and slanted. I can't think of any reasons not to condemn Boon Lay other than for its famous nasi lemak. For the sheer number of brilliant academics running the universities, can't they see that the only logical and intelligent place to put campus is Bedok 85? Or maybe midway between Simpang and 85.

It's 8:17am as I write this now, sipping not-so-warm 3-in-1 coffee made by the sleepy fat mother. I'm leaving for Luis now. I'm feeling all excited right now, but fortunately its not about school prospects but the impending PSP encounter on the train. Plus, I found a most helpful software on my brother's comp to aid me in a joyous endeavour. Till we meet again, honourable Flips of the swift tummy slides.

LUIS = Land of the Ulu and Inaccessible and Slanted.

Rain Rain Come Again

Yup, it's raining again... Been so long since I last saw a big downpour, and have the luxury to enojy it. Yes, I'm weird... I stand in front of my braiding window and watch the rain come down. Smell the rain and feel the wind rushing past me. It surely feels very good.

I've grown out of standing in the rain. Besides, my immunity system is not at some hormone-bursting 15 year old level anymore. In other words, I fall ill easily. But it sure is memorable thinking back on times in Dunman High when I stand alone in the rain, feeling the rain on me. Running about the grandstand steps barefooted. To feel the water drops hitting down on you, and the water gushing about your toes is an exciting sensation. The skies darken to a sensuous dark tone and the winds howl. The water curtains close you in within, and for that brief enjoyable moment, you stand alone in this world. Your wondering friends stand at the canteen watching you, thinking of the number to IMH and you smile to yourself. It sure is a wonderful gift from God, this rain business.

I love it, I enjoy it very much. Thank You.

The Next Big Thing

For several past hours, there has been a hot new rumour circulating the publishing world and certain groups of people with "special" interests. Over here, we have risked our puny little lives to bring you glimpse of this rumour, ahead of Cleo and company, so that you will be ready.

Rumour has it that an exciting new magazine, or newsletter, is to be published anytime soon. But readership is supposedly exclusive. Extremely exclusive. Our soft toy sources have vaguely confirmed that it is not on fashion, design, food, TV or teen angst. Additionally, the devious and brilliant team behind this elusive magazine is highly skilled ghost writers who may or may not be able to eat 3 cheeseburgers in a happy mood.

If you are artistically inclined, beware for it is also hot gossip among LaSelle art students that the elusive editorial team is in need of a temporary magazine artist, as the resident artist has fled the country with hopefully sufficient Ringgit.

As to what the magazine deals with, it is difficult to ascertain as our top commercial spies have all been "swiftly and discreetly dealt with". The last we heard from our best spy, Lightning-Foot-Tied-to-Heavy-Lead, he screamed in horror and delirium about a blazing daisy. That was the end of him and whoever he had encountered must surely have been a Class 5. All we can confirm is that different factions of truly evil powers have voiced their interest but have stupidly sent their magazine subscription fees to the Singapore Press Holdings instead.

So, although we ourselves cannot be sure, do keep a lookout at newstands and old men selling papers. If you notice a snazzy, hip, attractive magazine on sale, grab it! But remember to pay for it. Any such helpful readers who can get us a copy or even provide crucial information such as the price after GST shall be generously rewarded with leftover dog kibbles artisically arranged.

Has it been that long???

It's amazing!!!!!!!!!!!! Has such a long time passed??? I didn't know.. I didn't know...

Hmmm let's see.... we have been to tons of places these few days eh? Heeheee... The zoo was fun, pity there were tons of screaming kids who were trapped at the shelter due to rain, hmm storm more likely. Yes, most probably, let's not have kids lol...

Underwater World was pretty cool! Yes well, in case any springers in the East read this, please... The name is Underwater World, NOT Underworld...

Darling, it's been 8 months!!! 8 terrific months.. -blissful sigh- I always thought "getting drunk on you" was kinda corny.. and though I'm not about to jump about and say that to you.. ahem... that's truly how you make me feel... =P

These few days you haven't been feeling well. Don't worry Flippy~~ Bad things go away fairly quickly! I always believe that. These few nights, I've consistently remembered to have you in my prayers before I go to bed. Remember okie, anything the Pooh can do or get to make you feel better, just ring. Ahem not the bell, but the phone. Thank you.

Update: Recently, major works and revisions have been contemplated and miserably attempted for stuff to give to you. Blame it all on that bumbling pooh....