The Last

That I'll be working, and then heading out with the best friend.

That I just ended a long cell phone conversation with a friend, and I've got to work at 10a.m.

That I won't have any access to a computer till 2012.

Happy New Year.

Missing Green Bowl

Mum used it to store some food in the refrigerator! Such atrocity!

And my noodles won't be as nice I bet.

=(

The Temporary Post

To remind me to blog about Esther.

And Beyblades.

Nocturnes at 2

And a little Jay Chou now wouldn't hurt, would it?

2 a.m. comes way too fast.

Woeful Wednesday

I missed work. Not of the sentimental type. And then I spent the day at home wondering why on Earth didn't I go.

Anyway, a little something from a friend which I found quite meaningful.

Me: Then we just sat there, being awkward and all, and trying to find random topics to talk about to cut the uneasiness.

Friend: You shouldn't do that! You should just keep quiet, and observe each other's silence! Get into the awkward silence part. Then, get over it. Get into the stage where both of you are comfortable with each other's presence, and then conversation will start to flow.

Makes sense aye?

Lame (Crippled)

It was going to be a post on Yuletide. Maybe the fantastic dinner I had just now.

'It' never happened.

Gotta catch 'em all!

Bet some of you would have seen this circulating somewhere on the internet,

Charmanders are red, Squirtles are blue.
If you were a pok'emon, I'd choose you.
Your smile is stronger than a Hyper Beam,
like Jessie and James we'd make the perfect team.
I'll stay by your side like Pikachu and Ash,
love you more than a level 80 Rapidash.
You are more legendary than a Zapdos or Mew,
but out of 150,
I choose you.

Now here is my original version. Cheesiness ahead, dear reader, you have been warned.

Charmanders are red,
Squirtles are blue,
I'll fight the Elite Four,
Be the champion for You.

Bet you never knew,
A girl like you,
Is rare as Mew.

You HM05 up my life,
Gave me HM04 to survive.
I'd give you all my gym badges,
Just to stay with you for ages.
You masterball-ed my heart,
Now please, don't break it apart.

You are more exciting than wild pok'emon appearing out of tall grass,
I'd take you out on a movie date, X-men First Class.
I use Repel for Zubats and Rattata,
For you I'll put on cologne and drive a car.

Rain

Into the puddles we jump,
With our
Wellington boots,
Splash!

The English Teacher

Swapped shift with Fazeila on Tuesday, and work turned out to be rather fun. That, or I'm deluding myself in fool's paradise. Saw quite a few people which stirred up memories I thought I'd forgotten. Of them was Betsy Teo, my Secondary 2 English Language Teacher (and probably the best) whom I'm rather fond of. Now, there are English Language teachers, and there is Betsy Teo.

'Hi Wei Yeow.'

'Hi, still working there?'

'Where else? But I love it there. You should come visit some time.'

'Nah, ain't too great with the teachers and all.'

'But I remember you. Your wonderful essays.'

Wish I had the heart to tell her I can no longer write well.

Intimidating Orbs

The inability to make and maintain eye contact will cost me dearly one day.

Meanwhile, I need to get ready for work. 6 days out of a week. I haven't got a life.

And nothing screams her name more than Orange Pointy Head

It tumbled out, almost on purpose, the last item in the yellow bag.

'Do I include this?'

'Oh yes! That's a Christmas gift!'

'Awesome choice. That's like the cutest thing here! I've got one of those at home too.'

'Haha, yea, that's a Christmas gift.'

'Thank you, have a lovely day. And by the way it squeaks.'

'What really?!'

Squeals of delight erupted in the background.

The Day we address Today

Today, work has been been relentless (on the mind, and the body; especially the legs).

Today, the soft toys reminded me of her.

Today, I'd hoped she'd pass by. She didn't.

Today, the knowledge of receiving a Christmas card made personally from my best buddy didn't exactly excite me. At all.

Today, I grew scared. And sick. Of how work would be like in the future. Just like today.

The Call, and then, Conscience

IKEA rang me up. What else but for work?

Had been really looking forward to finishing my book at Starbucks. But then, I accepted the job offer anyway. Figured I hadn't really been committed to work for a while now.

The cough is getting better, I think.

Violent Expulsions of Air from the Lungs

Coughs are the worst of the lot. Until I get something else and think otherwise.

Dear Future Me

Read this.

If both of you aren't together, ring her up. Talk to her. Make her smile. It would probably be better if she laughed.

Chat her up on Facebook message like how you used to. Ask her how she's doing. Make small talk. And then some.

Remember how you once cared. Maybe you didn't love, but affection certainly got to you.

Remind yourself how you became the True Heir of Slytherin. Laugh over it.

And if you forgot her name, it ends with an 'A'.

Don't be sad. You did your best.

Sincerely,
Present Me

My Funeral

I've been thinking about how I should plan my funeral lately. Now, don't get me wrong, I won't be attempting suicide anytime soon.

I just feel that, since it's MY funeral, I have the right to do it the way I want to, right?

I'd say do away with the ugly yellow canvas. I want to make my funeral colourful. Yes, dear reader, your eyes aren't deceiving you. I'll have balloons and lights at my deathbed. I'll hire magicians, jesters, and stand-up comedians. I'll prepare a buffet spread, complete with chocolate fondue. And I probably have to arrange all of these in advance because I won't be alive to see them out.

Maybe I'm just being super optimistic and cheerful towards death, but I just feel regular funerals are boring. People come, they mourn, some cry, and then in a few months' time, some forgot you ever existed. I want a funeral that would be etched in people's minds. I want to make people who attended my funeral to feel good.

I seriously don't get why funerals are such solemn, dull and sorrow-filled affairs. Maybe I am just mad, but I feel that funerals should be fun. It should be a celebration of one's life. After all, we do have birthdays to celebrate our births, then why not use death as the perfect occasion for others to raise their mugs high up in appreciation of my once-existence on this world?

I'd rather have people wearing smiles on their faces then being gloomy and teary-eyed. I want people to remember me as the happy-go-lucky and funny guy I always perceived myself to be. To know that I passed on happily, and that I brought joy to people while alive. Let death be the last practical joke I pulled off.

Cough cough

The original contents of this post shall be delayed due to my persistent (and very much irritating) cough.

Have a good night everyone.

The Moon

It's barely an hour from my first post, and here I'm again. Went out for dinner, and the moon caught my eye.

Clouded Moon

and Misty Heart,
You and I,
Miles Apart.

Who is She again?

I thought I know her, well, I thought...

After having granted access to her personal online journal, I realised there are so much I don't know about her. So. Much.

And looking through her archives and all, the way she writes scares me. They are kind of powerful and intimidating, and they make my writing seems childish.

Do I really like her? Or is it just the playful lure of curiosity and inquisitiveness?

I don't know. My heart just pumps like crazy every time she comes online.