Centurial.

With the coming of my 100th post, also comes the final confirmation. Blogger's been wonderful, but life becomes mundane as a result of constant usage. Hopefully Livejournal will add the much needed zest into my blogging.

Cheesetian.livejournal.com, where it all begins(again). You Blogger users, when will you ever be enlightened? I will pray for your souls, really if i have the time.

Bye blogger.

Spoof.

Life is unfair. Good doesn't necessarily lead to good, neither does being bad result in bad things happening. You steal, cheat and get away with all of that, you lead the good life. Lie your entire life and you get elected. See? Try and help an injured motorist on a highway, you get run over by a speeding SUV. Understand what i'm trying to get across here? Where in this forlorn planet, is the justice every police agency tries to enforce? It was never in existence to begin with, propaganda and his good friend deceit slowly crawled it's way into our minds. Poisoning as each generation lived and died like those before them. 

And when it finally manifests itself, this world will crumble and fall apart as we watch in disbelief.

Life sucks man, but the good part about it all is to live in rebellion. Throw down those "mummy's/daddy's girl/boy" images and extend that arm that will reach towards who you truly wanna' be. 

A BIKER BABY! 

Gory.

The Saw series has got to be the most intricately, time-consuming, bloody show ever produced. I've only just finished watching the second installment and already i'm in awe. Not because i'm a freakin' psychopath struck by cancer and living on a timer, no. It's the way the show's planned, how each sequel is made so that it follows up after the previous film. It takes a genius to even write a script like that, and a prodigal director to execute those scripts and turn them into such films. Okay shut up Christian, you talk anymore you might start getting hate mail from your readers(if any). 

Time to sleep, i'll watch Saw III tomorrow muahahah! 

Too bad that babe had to die.

Busted.

Wahlao, super boring nowadays. Alphy's been on MC for the last 2 days and that means no school which means rotting at home. Actually not so because i've been in school, either playing badminton or at squash training. Met a whole bunch of new friends, namely Huiling, Kleon, Keith, Kelvin and others whose name i can't spell. I have to run 2.4 km before training and it's not something i'm very okay with because i'm already pretty skinny and running doesn't help my "put on more weight" cause whatsoever. I'll have to triple my food intake from now onwards, MA I NEED MORE MONEY. And she's still delaying my laptop buying, it's always "not right now" or "okay okay soon" with her, don't push it ah i'm telling you!

It's taken Singapore more than a year to catch Mas Selamat, so much for fast and efficient. Pfft, haha!

Okay that's about it for now, bye!

Procrastinate.

No surprise people, Christian has procrastinated once again. Much to the dismay of his Mother and himself. 

So, i just completed the first of 2 assignments handed out last week. This one is due later at 3pm during Ideation class while the other, a collage assignment is due tomorrow. How am i gonna' complete it by then, i have absolutely no idea. Only divine intervention can save me now. I wouldn't have even completed this assignment if not for the very gracious and very merciful Toh Jia Hui. She decided to help me a little bit, won't say how or i might fail my assignment if Alphy somehow manages to read this. I lured her out of her shell with a possible sushi-dinner and being unable to resist temptation, she gave in. Now i owe her dinner, preferably sushi because i love sushi too. This must be the earliest/latest(depending on how you choose to see it) post i've ever written. Delay any longer my Dad might wake up, and my brother's already preparing for school now. Let me tell you, procrastination and Design school is a catastrophic combination. And this is just the beginning of three long/short years in TP. 

5.15am already, wow. I'm gonna' go brush my teeth and hit the sack now. 

Bye!

P.S. : Toh, i won't tell the short dude that you secretly have a tremendous crush on him.

Crony.

Dinner with my closest friends on Thursday was something i'll remember for a very long time to come. What better way to spend quality time than over a plate of food, animatedly conversing away. I'm pretty sure the people sitting at tables around us were busy looking over their shoulders with disapproving looks on their faces. If the food was good, the company was unbelievable. From poking fun at Weimin's distinct lack of common sense to laughing at me when i slipped while walking on the pavement, we had an absolute blast. 

I pray we will be together forever, and i mean every word i say. I need friends like them at my wedding, after seeing so many best friends of more than 10 years attending each others weddings. All my confidants, people with which i tell my story and my secrets(very little though, heh). 

Here's to best friends, brothers and sisters!

(wanted to yaaaaaaaam seng, but nvm..)

Sheldon.

The jury have decided, they hereby find the defendant guilty and sentence him to play Squash for the remainder of his years in Temasek Polytechnic. Okay maybe that was a tad too much, just felt like writing that out to create a "John Grisham" atmosphere. Squash isn't exactly a CCA in TP right now because they decided to close shop due to the lack of trophies during the last academic year. But i'm still gonna' join anyway, i need something to keep my body "fit" during my years there. Who cares if i won't get any CCA points or whatever, screw that shit Weimin. 

Got assignments due next Monday and Tuesday, so more than ample time to complete whatever needs doing. Christian Lee please do not procrastinate any further, you will only damage your health and possibly be the first student in TP history to make Alphy lose his temper. Must hand in assignments on time, must not ask for extensions okay.

It's alright, i understand. I just don't want the past to wreck our lives. Again.

Batman.

Ah, so boring so boring. Poly life is nothing like secondary school life, maybe because it's only the beginning of the year. But it's like, i see new faces everywhere i go and yet again, i see so many familiar ones too. No repetitions like when i wore uniform to school, walked through the gate before 7.15am and sang the stupid national anthem, which by the way is utter nonsense. Even the American pledge is so much more interesting, goes something like "i pledge allegiance to the united states of america, and to the public for which is stands" so on and so forth. I learn new things everyday in TP, like for example today i learnt where classroom 03-10/D is located, hidden in a secret chamber behind an almost invisible door only visible by Design students in possession of an ancient matric card gifted to them during DOC, heh. 

So, i shaved my hair yesterday and my Mum went "Who are you ah, why have you taken over my son? I liked him better when he had long hair and obeyed me". I still have long hair kay Ma, just that it's only in the center of my head and waxed towards the direction of Heaven(which by the way doesn't exist). Can hear Joyna scolding me already, "He's real okay, you just don't know..". 

I'm only updating because Zengting inquired today whether i updated on blogger or on Livejournal. The answer would be pretty obvious, i think.. Nah Zengting, you get to read something now kay? Aye Jingyuan can you ask your friend to speed up with his shower, i've finished writing this and he still isn't done yet? DotA waits for no one. 

Alright done,

Why so serious?

Slugs.

Ideation class on character design were so boring, my classmate sitting behind me had to call my handphone just to wake me up. And when i turned around to look at her, she had that why-the-hell-are-you-sleeping look on her face. C'mon, Alphy isn't exactly gonna' rip my hair off for sleeping during his class. Aren't we allowed to like ignore our lecturers and just sleep in class when we're poly students? Good thing is i don't have school for the next three days including Monday, i didn't have class today either. But by the time i hand in my character, it has to be fully fledged along with my journal on how it came to be. 

Don't we all love lifts, it saves to much time and energy compared to taking the stairs. I think i'm gonna' put on alot of weight in TP. Actually, it's just 1 flight of stairs to reach class since Design Entrance is technically on the 2nd level and canteen is like all the way doooown there. Donuts are nice, ribena is nice! Yet to eat in school because during breaks, the canteen area is literally flooded with students from every school. Too bad ah, design got the best tehpeng ah, chicken cutlet, design got the best tehpeng ah, nasi padang. Digressing away from the tehpeng cheer, i shall go take shower now. It's so humid that it's my third time today. 

I don't know why i'm even posting here when i've made up my mind to make the transition to Livejournal. Find my new link if you can, it's really.. gross(claims Zengting).

Slacker.

School has finally commenced and i'm thrilled, well a little bit. Ideation classes are kinda' boring, if not for Alphy at the helm we'd all be dead by now. The starting of school means less blogging, also partly because i'm too lazy and laid back to bother about entertaining readers online(if any). My first block is pretty much slack, classes from 3-6pm everyday. Only from 3 week onwards will i have 2 subjects per week. So it's pretty much slacking in class, followed by dinner with my friends and so on. Life doesn't get any better than this. But this is only the beginning, Design students in TP are reputed to be the busiest of all the schools thanks to the assignments and what not. So yea, that's about it for now. Wonder how my friends are holding up..

Gotta' get ready for class now, starts at 3pm. 

Bye, :B

Camp X!

Time to break the long line of one-word-title posts, for Design i will.

There is no school in Singapore like Temasek Polytechnic, let alone Design School. Which school makes you hang a key around the neck of a ghost in a pitch black toilet with ghouls banging on the locked cubicle doors? Which school was in the Top Three spots of all but one of the Dragonboat races despite being the second smallest in TP? Which school designed the most magnificent and awe-inspiring flags in TP that were waved proudly in the faces of all the other schools? 

Which school won the "Best Spirited" trophy?

Like many other events, i cannot possibly even begin to put down in words how great it felt to be part of Design School. I'm pretty sure only Designers from TP would understand what this post is really all about? Right after the Water Parade in Design School, my friend said to me that everything was madness. I asked him a solitary question, which other school in the world does this? He was speechless, a dog-ear grin spread high and wide across his wet face because he knew the answer. No other school does this, and many Designers would back my claim. This is a post to all Designers from TP, Camp X! Designers, on strike?

De-De-De-Design!

Greece.

I make my way through the local fish market, shoes soaked with salt water and fish grime. I cringe my face as the distinct smell of seafood tingles my senses, a mixture of rotting fish and sea water. The outspoken fishermen with their hoarse voices and coarse skin holler incoherently, each wildly advertising their catch. Here amongst the frenzied commotion, i notice only the silent. The ranting of each individual person forming pulses of sound, pounding hard on my ears.

The cobalt sky streaks across the background like a painting of unprecedented qualities, the perfect background for a picnic by the sea. The seagulls drift all around, wings caught in the updraft of warm wind. Screeching for their mates, they claw at each other like they're birds of prey counterparts. The roar of the ocean appeals to me the most, keeping within her the infinite numbers of wildlife to a depth i cannot comprehend. Stars glitter like blood diamonds harvested to the east, the light finally reaching me after milleniums of travel. The wind caresses my skin like a feline nuzzling up against me. Lying with the village behind me, i lay my burdens to the wind and just.. let go.

Silver.

I'm afraid not of death but of time, not enough time to live the way i want to lead my one chance. Afraid i won't have sufficient time to do the things i want the most in life. What i wouldn't want more than to live the remainder of my life on an island just off the coastal waters of mainland Greece. Sweating profusely under the blistering yet merciful heat, sketching pictures of toned fishermen slowly rocking on their boats, expertly balancing themselves while reeling in the nets. Finding a chaste damsel in a bright green dress out on the balcony hanging her laundry. Those guileless pair of eyes staring right back at me, her smile the very core of my happiness. 

Diving into the pristine waters without a care in the world, my mind perfectly at ease amidst the crashing of waves onto the craggy rocks of the serrated shoreline. Treading water, i watch the little fishing boats noisily power by in the distance. From where i am they seem like little toys tugged along by God's invisible hand, all a part of his propaganda. 

I can't concentrate right now so, i have this sudden urge to put on my running shoes and just head off to East Coast with a sketchpad and pencil in hand. Just to draw the scenery by the beach, or maybe lovers in each other's arms. I will continue from where i've left off here in tomorrow's post. 

I will find the better life.

Sorry, bye. 

Mister.

Quotes by Norvy Poon,

"I scold my mother cb when i was Primary Six.."

"I wanna' get canned so i can haolian to other people next time!"

"I eat gongong will become more gong anot ah?"

"Wah strawberry milkshake damn shiok sia, you tryyyy!"

Okay, so we don't always need girls in our lives right? Being single is perfectly normal, we experience no heartbreaks or feminine pressure whatsoever. Going to the gym, eating expensive food at Tampines Mall and trying out the different milkshake flavours at McDonalds. No girls frowning at horny guy jokes or disapproving when we talk about girls and how sucky they can get sometimes(i am not chauvinistic). Telling each other racist/lame jokes can be quite interesting, up to the point where the indian guy beside you happens to hear one about his skin color, keke. Guys need guy time, sometimes. My body is sore all over from yesterday's gym session with KS, but it feels good actually. No, i'm not a pervert deep down inside. Who says two guys can't go out together and not be gay? Hah.. hah.

Talking way too much crap, bye.

Oh and did i forget to mention that Norvan can't swing very high, it's like there's a invisible magnetic attraction between his butt and the Earth's core. 

Diamond.

There're no words that can describe her really. Adjectives such as mesmerize and enthrall aren't even close to giving you an idea of how hypnotic her presence is, at least to me. It's not like when you happen to see a beautiful girl outside and start drooling, nothing like that. It's liberating in a sense, to have in my knowledge that someone like her actually exists. Any other might claim i do not even know her name or anything else about her for that matter. But who cares, the feelings that course through my body when she looks at me and smiles. Eyes so tiny, cheeks held aloft and her porcelain skin slightly flushed. I return the favour, and i find my face still locked in a smile even after i've looked away. Her innocence is unbelievable, the kind you'd find in the form of a primary school kid and i mean it. You must not question her chastity for it is of the purest kind. She possesses the voice of a little girl and her big beady eyes compliment her fragile frame. I'm not one to forget someone special and this time i've been awe-struck. I will find out her name, i will find do my utmost best. She's the diamond in the ebony night sky, the outline of the tallest skyscraper. 

P.S. : WE LOVE PROGRAMMERS, P, R, O, G, PROGRAMMERS! 

          WE LOVE PROGRAMMERS, P, R, O, G, PROGRAMMERS!

          WE LOVE PROGRAMMERS, P, R, O, G, PROGRAMMERS!

Erratic.

All her wars and all it's flaws. The sunrise has come too soon and she'll disappear. Meadows of dandelions feel like vices of eternal romance. Relentless kisses filled with phone calls from her dimension. Mesmerize with every inch of your porcelain body. Stars make their way up stairways that lead to nowhere. Fingers caress every key of her enraged crimson piano. Notes of her buxom curves create whirlwinds of euphony that contradict. Laying on my sofa plucking at her guitar strings. Songs resonate throughout my soul touching the unseen. Warmth of her hands makes me wonder why she never cries. I'm already out the door and she's already gone away. Still her song syncs with the beating of my heart. The skies turn to blue to red. There's fire in your closet and wind in your head. Thump thump. 

My elaboration falls short of what she really is, :B

Enlightenment.

Everyone needs an outlet somewhere, sometime. you may find that in the form of a female companion with whom you share an intimate relationship with, or just an ordinary girl with a mile-long shoulder for you to lay your thoughts on. Then again, sometimes you may turn to your own male friends. I believe every guy out there has his own clique, a group of friends he calls "the guys", except maybe the occasional, 1 out of 10 guy who's slightly gay and goes out with girls all the time. Back to my point, all i'm saying is being a guy you might sometimes feel there's no need for you to tell other people issues that are bothering you. I understand because i know how it feels when one has to live up to the "man" image and not break down and cry, sobbing your problems to everyone around you. But once in awhile, you might wanna' try doing just that. Find a friend, share your problems. If they are truly what you deem them to be(friends), they will try their very best to ease the suffering, find a solution to the thorn by your side. 

My friends would love her.

There are things that we cannot tell you, then there are things we choose not to tell you. Reading this, you could be a sister, a girlfriend, a mother, a daughter. As guys, we are obliged to keep things from you and live in denial once in awhile. Irritating as those things can be man, we gotta' let those around us know. If it's anger, vent it. If it's sorrow, find a pillar of bliss. If it's paranoia, well then seek professional help, hah. For the anger part i really cannot help because i'm someone who holds almost no grudges, and deep down inside i feel no anger whatsoever(yesyes, i can hear KS laughing already). This is meant for guys, not girls. I'm just shedding some light on how we function because i felt there was a need to enlighten the ignorant. 

Don't deny me.

Holqa!

I always thought that Cheering Competitions in secondary school were as far as i would get with feeling like a kid again infront of my peers, well i was totally wrong. Joining FOW at Temasek Polytechnic showed me how it felt to be truly yourself among teenagers i hardly even knew. I never felt that way before, cheering my lungs out, screaming like a little kid who's oblivious to his surroundings and feeling no embarrassment whatsoever. Yes, that's what FOW does to people like me believe it or not. 

Feeling apprehensive on the first day i was there, which was actually the 2nd day of the workshop because of complications on the first. Slotted into group Holqa, seperated from Guo Xin, i felt a sense of regret at signing up for something i did not feel comfortable with. At that moment, which was day 2, Holqa were in second position in the point tables. Each group was deemed an "Empire", with 5 Empires namely ; Holqa, Nexo, Reliez, Rinku and Zetten. Each Empire was split into 3 sub-empires, in Holqa there was Hozan, Holtaz and Holix(which i was fortunate to get into). It was performance night and we put together a skit, did some silly dancing moves, much to the delight of the GLs who cheered us all the way. Alas the time came and Holqa were moved up to first place, 1 point above Nexo. Towards the end of the day, everyone opened up and i made new friends, male and female. 

Returning on Day 3, i was ready to be myself and just scream and cheer without feeling shy. Leaving GuoXin to be with his lousy Zetten, i happily joined Holqa as they were rehearsing the Earthquake cheer(which i still do not know). The GLs greeted me with such warmth that i felt part of their privileged group, a friend of many years past. I went there prepared to get really wet because that was the whole aim of Day 3 : Water Games. And wet i did get, soaked to the skin and mohawk all destroyed. But it was all in the name of good fun, and i enjoyed every minute with Holix thoroughly. The finale and each Empire's position was announced. Holqa were.. FIRST! All of us screamed and let loose like tribal people ready to devour Britney Spears. Some of the GLs cried like little babies and that reflected how important this victory was to all of Holqa. 

There's so much more to say but i'll cut it here. It would take forever to describe everything that occured, much like J.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings Trilogy. I'll just go back and see them on Tuesday, muahaha! CANNOT WAIT AH! 

Bye.

P.S. : JiaHui, you call me superficial/anti-social again and i'll, i'll.. smack your tummy till i create ripples like those in a pond! Your twin was so much friendlier although i never got to talk to her. 

Nonpareil.

You came and went like the times we spent.

Hiding from the rain under the umbrella like a tent.

I laughed and she'd smile, it would last for awhile. 

You don't know what you got till you lose it all again.

A cool evening dance listening to our favourite band.

Takes the chill from the air till they play the last song.

Have to try so hard all the time, just to keep you off my mind.

But there's moments that i find, i'm not feeling so strong.

Running down by the lake's shore.

She did love the sound of a summer storm.

It played on the lake like a song by Celine.

Now it's washing her away once again, again.

The boat's steaming in, i watch the side wheel spin.

All i think about is her when i hear that whistle blow.

I can't change my mind, i knew it all the time.

That she'd go, but that's a choice we both made long ago.

Guidebook.

Brimming with excitement, an explosion of emotion. Life brings with it tidings of fascinating adventures, an abundance of faces. Infinite occasions to look forward to, a million ways to traverse the world. Every itinerary leads you straight to me, each place you visit reminds you of us. For without the other half, our lives move at a snail's pace. Trivial are our conquests in romance, none the better with another than when we were together. We inquire about our partners, pondering the what ifs and what could have beens. Longing for our lover's touch, we lie in bed and stare out into space. A firework of thoughts, blinding our sense of sight yet illuminating the way to what should be done. 

So said the speaker.

Appa.

I know i've never lived up to your "Korean son" expectation of me. To be honest, i doubt i ever will and it saddens me beyond words. You said you hated tattoos and those people on Miami Ink had to be absolutely crazy to get that much tattoos done, and yet i went and got myself tattooed anyway. I still remember the morning when you found out about mine, the look of disappointment on your face, the loss of words at my impulsive behaviour. I'll remember it till the day i die, and the regret of my silly actions might just be the cause of my death. 

You had it tough, growing up in rural Korea where even a simple egg was hard to come by. I recall all the stories you told me about your boxer Dad bringing home food that was back then, almost impossible to get for a family of your status. You had a rough upbringing, and that's why you're so strict with my siblings and i. We totally understand that, and i speak up for them. It's just that sometimes i hate being a half-Korean kid you know? How many a times i wished Omma never married you. How many a times i prayed so hard that you'd just go back to America and leave us alone. 

Stupidity, that's all i have to say to myself for such mean thoughts. 

I'm sorry i used the F word on you the last time we fought. It's just that children under strict regulations from their parents can go down 2 roads ; either we become good children and obey you guys or we turn into little demons rebelling against the laws of your house. Sad to say, i fall under the category of the latter. 

I love all the times when we were younger and we went cycling together every weekend, or the fruitful fishing trips to Bedok Jetty. Or just sitting in the truck you used to have listening to the radio. I love everything we used to have, and i really want to experience all that again. Just one more time and my life would be complete. We hardly talk nowadays, you're always under so much stress from work and i'm always either on the comp or not at home at all. I never spared a thought for you and i'm sorry. I'm a disappointment i bet you wished you never had a piece of crap son like me, i'm confident you wanted a son who could speak fluent Korean and play golf with you in Johor. 

I'm not one to regret, not at all. But being a son as i am, i feel the greatest regret of any child. 

Omma once said, "Children are supposed to be the greatest joy to their parents." And i totally ignored her. Now those words weigh as heavy as a thousand anvils in my mind. 

If Omma hadn't told me, i wouldn't have known you were 60 this year. But now i know, and now i'm saying though you'll never read this. 

Happy Birthday Appa, i love you more than any other son loves their Dad in the world.

Yours Mischieviously,

Christian.

P.S. : Although i'm trying to cut the flow of disappointment, it will come soon. In the form of your son not following your wishes and migrating to the States with you. For that you have my thousand apologies. 

Valiant.

Subtle as she was, there always seemed to be a mean streak in her. One that was only evident when she felt the world was turning everyone against her and that she was no longer queen. When she flared up, even those whom she considered friends shunned her for fear of being struck down. All except that one boy, shy in his demeanor yet so chivalrous and brave when it came to calming the storm that was her. Lightning never struck the same place twice, until now. Battered and bruised, he continued on his way to showing her he was truly a friend, not another one of those boys who claimed to be men. Pathetic beings from another planet, she so claimed. 

And as she rampaged on, devastating those around her with a fury of such horrendous proportions that soon she was locked up. With the key to her cell lost forever, how then could that little boy save his fiery princess? Inside that miniscule jail cell, she pondered endlessly. Her dearest friends, the family she once loved. All devoured by her overwhelming rage at the world, now she would never feel the warmth of her Mother's hands on her cheek, the raspy voice of her Father when he came home was lost forever. 

Then, arrived this innocent boy.

She shone like the stars that guided lost sailors in the dark of night. For in his eyes, her beauty and grace was second to none. Her radiance illuminated his world, blinding him for an instant. Then like a vacuum, everything was lost and infront of him sat the ugliest and foulest creature he had ever met. Yet, she was the same girl. The same damsel that had left so early in his life, seeking adventure surrounded by men with gold. She remembered him, vividly. But she didn't have the courage to look at him, she felt ashamed and defiled. 

As she watched him pick at the lock so fervently, her vision blurred and she shuddered wildly. Convulsions not of death but of utter surprise and elation. This boy, one she before this moment had not even so much as greeted was now a knight. So gallant in his attempt to free her from the clutches of her dictators. 

Outrage, enormity and turpitude of affection was now - gone. 

Totaled.

Right so the other day, i can't remember which, i tagged along with Syed and his team of soccer fanatics to Bukit Merah Secondary School where we pitted our skills against team Jubilee. Compared to their well organised and extremely effective team, ours was in disarray and needed serious buffing up of immense proportions. 

Their players knew exactly what they had to do, which position suited their playing style the most while our team was a make-shift and last minute one. I'm a natural right legged player, i tend to play defensively and i'm always inclined to making hard tackles without so much as a thought for my own safety. I haven't got the skill nor speed that is associated with strikers or wingers. So by playing in a left midfield role, our team was sorely outplayed and we were literally thrashed. The referee certainly didn't help our team one bit by red-carding both Han Bin and Theodore, players that were essential to our team.

So yea, we lost. Big deal. We'll win another day. 

Then again, 2-5 isn't that bad when it's 8 vs 10.

Lights.

Droplets, droplets of gold,
Where were you when we needed you most?
I've got a hole, in me now,
I cry out baby, baby why you frown.

Reflections of you and me,
In and amongst the crowd of Madison,
Your red and my yellow,
You're the queen and i'm your rebel.

Seems like i've already lost you,
Ran with the wind that stole from me,
I remember the way you posed and i reveled,
I called, think your phone's gone dead too.

Ohhhh, i'm planting these trees of light,
So you can see them when i'm done,
Get the message from wherever you are,
You're mine and no other kids' gonna' have you.

I wake up feeling like every other morning before,
What did you ever see in me that others ignored,
Swirling around, i'm just a planet without a subtle core,
Hearing voices telling me i'm still a kid.

Ohhhh, i'm planting these trees of light,
So you can see them when i'm done,
Get the message from wherever you are,
You're mine and no other kids' gonna' have you.

Ohhhh, i'm planting these trees of light,
So you can see them when i'm done,
Get the message from wherever you are,
You're mine and no other kids' gonna' have you.

Ohhhh, i'm, your, kid.

MacBook.

I want and will buy a Macbook Air!

Plain.

Giving my Filet-O-Fish meal to some random and raggard old man felt really satisfying with a tinge of confidence at the sides. Confident that i can make a change, no matter how small or insignificant it might be. Walking home after purchasing my meal, i happened to chance upon an old man sitting a stone's throw from my house. I noticed immediately that he was eyeing my food, and pretty intensely too. I stopped and looked directly at him, and he became wary, afraid i was gonna' hurt him. I walked over and inquired in chinese if he wanted some McDonalds and he nodded furiously. Leaving him to his new meal and many thanks, i decided i would go home and prepare myself some instant noodles. $6.45 is nothing compared to helping someone who's unfortunate that the bad karma of this world doesn't leave him.

Right after work, i headed to the Starbucks outlet directly opposite of Chijmes. I've been frequenting there after every event. So much so that the girl there recognizes me and starts making my drink, Mocha Frapp, as soon as she sees me. Truth be told, she's the reason why i go to buy a drink there. Girls don't have to be extremely beautiful, they don't even have to be pretty. But some have that charm that attracts, the simple alluring scent of serenity. I'm pretty sure she's in the same situation that i am, waiting for Poly to start while working to earn some extra pocket money. Even the other malay guy at that outlet knows what i buy everytime i'm there. The world is so vast, yet 3 minutes spent in the presence of another and you're etched into the memory of another being.

Someone like you, but with a lil' more attitude.

Moonstruck.

Dreams are the weirdest things.

Mine went something like this. It was always dark, there never seemed to be any light at all. Except the faint flicker of flames from tiny lamps that hung from trees all over the island. Don't ask me why it's an island because i do not know, but i do know that i couldn't get off that island no matter how hard i tried. There were like trees all over the place, planted in weird patterns and they were all droopy and hung really low. Like humans when they got old and started to slouch. The atmosphere was kinda' like that scene in Harry Potter, don't know which one, where the students were seated in those wooden boats and rowing across that eerie and placid lake towards Hogwarts Castle. Okay fast forward please.

I was some sort of a prisoner, being held captive by those people on the island. My memory's slightly fuzzy, like it always is when i try to recall my dreams. The most significant thing from my dream is that Jonan, was on the island with me. Don't ask me why, and i have to stress this very important point once again. I am not gay, no screw you. The things here is, i've had this dream before, but without Jonan in it. So when i had it again, i knew how to get off the island. It was a serious case of Deja Vu for me. Fast forward again, in the end we got off the island via this weird Stargate device that teleported us elsewhere. Elswhere i can't remember.

Jude.

You tell me your life's a jumble of cornflakes turning in a hamster's wheel, not even your favourite roller coaster ride can set it straight. The lift carrying just the two of us up to your front door, where the your hilarious plants, Kevin and Kelvin, are not blooming like they used to. It saddens your heart. You tell me you found god, squatting by the roadside watching traffic, nonchalantly smoking a cigarette without a care in the world, without any care for you. You tell me your fear of the Singapore Flyer is taking control of your life, like a leech that crawled through your ear and into your brain cavity while you were dreaming of firemen in police uniforms behind the wheel of Comfort cabs. Your worst fear is that of you dying in your sleep beside me, if we happen to get married, and me waking up to find you gone. You tell me everything's fine, like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, and that we'll live forever and we'll both glitter and sparkle under sunlight. That however my dear, contradicts your worst fear. But then again, i'll never understand girls.

All's fine though, you're here.

Repudiate.

The stark reality is, my family is migrating to the United States very soon. That's the worst place to go, they have hurricanes with feminine names that rip apart entire states, making homeless millions of Americans. Hell has no fury like a woman's scorn huh? They have the equivalent of NTUCs that are the size Vivo City, which you have to admit, is very intimidating for miniscule Singaporeans like me. I read somewhere that on their roads, car accidents happen every 12 seconds, that's alot of scrap metal to build those NASA spacecrafts that get an annual funding of an amount commoners like us cannot even begin to comprehend. Then there are those campus massacres that cut short the "I aspire to be the next President" hopes of many students studying at institutes of education that become epitomes of fear and failure, all these happening every few months at various schools nationwide. Not to mention the millions of schizophrenics, senile demensia grandmas, cerebral palsy grandpas, crazy serial rapists, dumb cheerleaders and brainless quarterbacks.

What i'm trying to get across to you, and my Dad, is that i want to stay right here. In Singapore. He thinks just because he is the man of the house he can pack us in the luggage and ship us off to a foreign land, well i don't agree. I wanna' start school in April, meet new people, study new subjects. I don't want no gunman holding me hostage at a petrol station or some gay pervert stalking me after soccer practice. Right here, where my friends are. Where i'll buy my Grandma a bungalow, not 18742 miles away on another continent. Singapore might be one helluva shithole with exaggerated tax rates and useless policemen but that pales in comparison to everything else. Think about it, we get so much more oxygen compared to elsewhere where it's just a concrete jungle. We don't have to get our hands dirty because our government is so adept at what it does best ; luring foreign workers such as Muhindra Ganesh Sindra and that other random indian dude calling his Filipino girlfriend. I want to stay put.

Okay i've babbled too much,
Bye.

Trivial.

So much controversy surrounding the Edison Chen sex scandal that someone like me, a social ghost, has caught wind of all that nonsense. Like honestly, you actresses blame him for somehow allowing those photos to be leaked when it's actually yourselves you have to blame. Why screw a guy and have pictures taken? Maybe you don't get enough publicity or maybe you're trying to reach the infamous fame of Pamela Anderson and Paris Hilton? You girls, not women, should seriously quit whining already. There was no way he could have forced you to have those pictures taken, or it'd be an outrage of modesty/sexual assault case in full bloom. Since it was by your own consent, he shouldn't be blamed. And i know more than one Edison Chen fanatic out there might sorely disagree with me but who gives a shit. You wanna' sleep with him and go all hi-baby-let's-do-a-porno on me then by all means. No one cares at all, except maybe the chinese press and tabloids.

Cry all you want girls, trivial much?

Liverpool.

Superlative, a fitting word in all aspects to describe Liverpool's travels to Old Trafford. A 4-1 defeat of Manchester United that leaves ajar the door to the Premier League title, ensuring that the Reds of Merseyside are still contenders to the English title although Sir Alex Ferguson and his men are still the favourites to equal Liverpool's long standing record of 18 league titles. This week has been an absolute fairytale for Rafa Benitez and his players. First the merciless shredding at Anfield of arguably the most successful football club in European club competitions, Real Madrid, led by the all time Champions League top-scorer Raul Gonzalez up front. Taking a deserved 0-1 away lead from the Bernabeu, many expected Liverpool to sit back and defend the reverse fixture at home. They were to be sorely disappointed if that was the expectation they had of the Reds because the 11 man squad led by influential midfielder and skipper Steven Gerrard started the match with all guns blazing. Running wild on the pitch and cruising to a 2-0 lead at half-time that all but put to bed Real's hope of qualifying for the Quarter-finals ; something the 9 time champions of Europe have failed to achieve for the past 4 seasons. The decisive blow was struck 2 minutes after the restart, with the skipper volleying past Real's Iker Casillas to make the score 3-0. Prior to the matches against Liverpool, Real Madrid under new coach Juande Ramos had won nine consecutive matches on the trot, reviving their hopes of retaining the Spanish title. There was to be no sign of that revival at Anfield as Benitez' men picked Real to pieces, adding the finishing touches on a historical night as the most unlikely of scorers, Andrea Dossena, came off the bench to make it 4-0. Had it not been for Real's goalkeeper and Spanish international Iker Casillas in goal, the victory could have been the most remarkable in the history of the Champions League.

No hangovers were evident from that extraordinary night at Anfield as Liverpool replicated the feat at Old Trafford, destroying the red devils with the same efficiency and eye-for-goal that saw the Merseysiders collect all three points and their biggest win over their bitter rivals since 1963. The Red Devils went infront courtesy of Jose Reina who brought down Park Ji-Sung, leading to a penalty which the iconic Cristiano Ronaldo duly dispatched of. But some slack defending from Nemanja Vidic and Patrice Evra gifted Liverpool's men 2 goals before the interval. Goalscorers from 4 days before, Fernando Torres and Steven Gerrard scored the first and second respectively. Victory was sealed with Brazilian Fabio Aurellio's left-footed free kick that hit the back of the United net with Van der Sar rooted to the spot on 76 minutes. Once again, Andrea Dossena added icing on the cake with a sublime lob shot that beat Van der Sar and capped off a wonderful week for Liverpool, much to the dismay of their bewildered opponents. Though some might claim that the manner of the goals Liverpool scored were due to uncharacteristic errors from United's players, the spirit and work ethic of Rafa's men were definitely in play, thus leading to a win.

Liverpool displayed an attacking prowess in these two matches that was unmatched and unrelenting, something which has come under much criticism of late because many claim Liverpool lack the confidence to commit men forward. Having completed the double over both Chelsea and Manchester United, Liverpool have come up short against many of the "smaller sides" in English football. So you would think for the Scousers to continue along the road of success and triumph, they would need to keep key players like Fernando Torres and Steven Gerrard 100% fit all the time.

The chase for the English Premier League is yet to conclude, as is the hunt for the elusive Champions League trophy. Surely the strategic Rafael Benitez will do his utmost best to lead Liverpool to glory once again.

- a proud Liverpudlian, always.

Epicphail.

On a day of umpteen wine glasses and hordes of famished Australians all crammed together, a marvel i did not hear the stinging sound of glass shattering into jagged fragments. Sad truth is, i break at least one thing every event at Chijmes.

What do you get when you have almost 300 millionaire Aussies, 5000 bottles of Tiger Beer, 180 bottles of wine and a live band all at Chijmes? Actually the outcome isn't all that fancy, just loads of wasted beer, electricity enough to power Manhattan for 1 day and very sore feet from all that walking. Then again, there's enough leftover food to feed every staff 10 times over, so it isn't that bad. Was hoping to work over-time till 6am, but the slots were taken up as usual.

I swear to god all whites look the same. I can't differentiate one from another. There's twins, triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets.. octuplets and then there's 3067290847242plets. Yes, that's how similar all these Australians look like.

You : "Hey mate, looking good Jimmy. How's Karen?"
Jimmy : "She's been great, taking care of the kids at home now."
*comes back after getting a beer*
You : "Those bushfires have been real bad aye Jimmy?"
David : "Huh?"

The theme of this event was "Friday the 13th", so from every tree hung cobwebs and silly plastic spiders that wouldn't fool a half-blind autistic 2 year old toddler. Machines from which oozed out fog to smother everyone in mist. Epic failure from the purple lighting to create a spooky and halloween-like atmosphere, better technicians and event planners next time around please, thank you. If i'm not mistaken, there were 2 Friday the 13th this year right?

Oh did i mention my moron-of-a-colleague tried to pick up dry ice with his fingers? I'm sure your immense powers of imagination can conjure up the look on his face when he did. And your profound book of words can replicate the profanities that came flying out of his mouth when he did. Epic phail, hah.

Shit.

Shit Happens.

Taoism - "if you understand shit, it isn't shit"
Hinduism - "this shit happened before"
Confucianism - "confucious say 'shit happens' "
Buddhism - "shit will happen to you again"
Zen - "what is the sound of shit happening?"
Islam - "if shit happens it is the will of Allah"
Sikhism - "leave our shit alone"
Jehova's Witness - "knock knock, shit happens"
Atheism - "i don't believe this shit"
Agnosticism - "can you prove that shit happens?"
Catholicism - "if shit happens, you deserve it"
Protestantism - "shit happens, amen to that"
Judaism - "why does the shit always happen to us?"
Orthodox Judaism - "so shit happens, already"
Televangelism - "send money or shit will happen to you"
Rastafarianism - "let's smoke this shit"
Hare Krishna - "shit happens rama rama"
Nation of Islam - "don't take no shit"
New Age - "visualise shit happening"
Shintoism - "you inherit the shit of your ancestors"
Hedonism - "i love it when shit happens"
Satanism - "sneppah tihs"
Capitalism - "this is MY shit"
Feminism - "men are shit"
Existentialism - "what is shit, anyway?"
Scientology - "if shit happens, see Dianetics p.137"
Mormonism - "excrement happens" (don't say shit)
Baptism - we'll wash the shit right off you"
Voodoo - shit doesn't just happen - we made it happen"
Wicca - "you can make shit happen but shit will happen to you three times"
Disneyism - bad shit doesn't happen here"
Communism - "let's share the shit"
Marxism - "you have nothing to lose but your shit"
Conspiracy Theorism - "THEY shit on us"
Psycho-Analysis - "tell me about your shit"
Darwinism - "survival of the shittiest"
Amish - "modern shit is useless"
Suicidal - "i've had enough of this shit"
Optimism - "shit won't happen to me"
Trekism - "to boldly shit where no-one has shit before"
Shakespearean - "to shit or not to shit, that is the question"
Descartes - "i shit therefore i am"
Freud - "shit is a phallic symbol"
Lawyers - "for enough money, i can get you out of shit"
Acupuncturist - "hold still or this will hurt like shit"
Dog - "i just shit in your shoe"
Cat - "dogs are shit"
Mouse - "oh shit! a cat!"
Politically Correct - internally processed, nutritionally-drained biological output happens"
Einstein - "shit is relative"
Family Gathering - "relatives are shit"
Materialism - "whoever dies with the most shit, wins"
Vegetarianism - "if it happens to shit, don't eat it"
Fatalism - "oh shit, it's going to happen"
Environmentalism - "shit is biodegradable"
Statistician - "shit is 84.7% likely to happen"
Hip-Hop - "motherfuck this shiznit, beeatch!"
Tantrism - "fuck this shit"
Cynicsm - "we are all full of shit"
Surrealism - fish happens"

Vicissitude.

The winds of fortune, don't blow the same anymore. I seem to have fallen out of grace with lady luck, blessings no longer make me the envy of the world. This empire i used to govern, now rebel against my every whim. Legions upon legions of men under my command, only curse my very existence and spit at my feet. Allegiances that once stood like concrete towers, crumble under the stench of traitors with gold. Once a cordially invited guest of the gods at their residence, now a mortal left to lead the life of the dying. King of the universe, thrown into the pits where rabid dogs snap at my heel.

Deep inside your soul lies a golden harp that only ever hums for you and you alone. You think you're everyone's baby but sadly, we can breathe without you dear. How great the change huh?

Exhilaration.

The feelings that jolt my senses when i see old faces with new hairstyles, is almost impossible to explain. Nothing beats hanging out with these old acquaintances, only best friends come close. The memories surround us like an evening fog, reminiscing about the days when we were classmates who did everything under the sun in school.

Add beach football to all that is like adding butter to bread, absolutely wonderful. 10 - 7, the final score. With me destroying my glasses in the process, thanks ah Yen Soon! No hard feelings though, i'd let you kick a soccer ball from 1m away into my face everyday if it means our class gets together every month or so.

Special thanks to everyone who bothered to put aside your plans and turn up. In order of who i saw first : Min Hui, Kim Siew, Hanis, Suriana, Terence, Yen Soon, Michael, Bernard, Yan Xiang, Alex, Darryl, Guo Xin, Michelle and Jaena. I sincerely hope each and everyone of you enjoyed yourself.

Now all that's left before we go our seperate routes towards a new life is the "April's Fool Barbeque". As the name suggests, it's on the 1st of April. I'm making sure everyone turns up.. hopefully.

Friends are actually all a kid(at heart) needs.

Flawless.

My life's resolution.

1. Buy my Grandmother a bungalow with a garden so she'll fulfill her dream of planting her very own flowers.

2. Make my parents the proudest parents any child could ever have.

3. Get married to my wife with the setting sun illuminating the background in a splash of orange and blue on a cliff by the sea.

4. Tell my Dad i love him like no other son loves their dad.

5. Lay on a large open field at night and gaze carelessly at the stars.



Love is always patient and kind, it is never jealous. Love is never boastful nor conceded. It is never rude or selfish, it does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sin but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure, whatever comes.

Nincompoop.

Doing floor is like, crap please. You have to serve customers with a stick-on smile and act as if you love your job like Denise loves Britney. Which actually isn't alot of love to be honest. So many of them mumble to themselves when they're ordering. You bloody buffoon, i'm pretty tall and sound doesn't travel all that well upwards. Be grateful i'm not spitting gobs of mucus into your clam chowder when i pick it up from kitchen.

A thumbprint on a goblet isn't gonna' give you prostrate cancer or herpes either, so don't make us change your wine glass until you've satisfied your own perverted obsession with cleanliness. It's gonna' have your stains after you hold it anyway. Don't complain to management that there's a tiny hair in your chicken chop, then refuse an entirely new plate when we graciously offer another. We aren't dogs that shed you simpleton. How many times have you seen an ant in your glass of water and downed it in end, ant and all.

Don't whine about the lack of toilets too. Can't control your bowels like a diabetic? Eat at a hawker centre you moron, they've got many cubicles for nature's call. Heck you can even pay 10 cents per entry for all i care. You guys come, get all serious about eating then realise happy hour's over and the alcohol prices are all higher, then leave. If you don't have sufficient cash to order a jug of Tiger at $26 then go to a coffee shop where some 50 year old woman with tattoos on her ankles in a skimpy miniskirt will serve you. I bet they have air-con blowing and they serve you popcorn complimentary of the beer too.

You fussy bastards deserve to get shot. Like with a machine gun.

Maelstrom.

Not everything has to rhyme, not everything has to be civilized. We could drown in our personal elation amidst utter chaos and devastation.

Here goes,

You grab my hand and with the strength of a hundred million suns, you lift me to my feet.

The moonlight makes your mischief glow like the fireflies around us. I race you to the waterside and you shove me in, screaming with primal delight.

Diving in, i catch but a fleeting glance of what you were when we first met. Changed you have, into more than i ever dared dream of, much more than i could ever comprehend.

I'm just a kid, a naive rebel with no sense of direction, a lone figure in the distance. What could i have done that the gods saw fit to bestow upon me an angel of infinites?

The Belle of the Ball, she is.

Our lips touch. Like the collision of two planets in space, the energy a from a dying star. Even in the dark, i can see how happy you are.

In your atmosphere, everything else pales in comparison. Not even the nightingales from which come forth melodies that sooth the soul nor the grass that flows like water with each subtle breeze. The smells, oh the fragrances! Bottle them i would, for you i would battle the giant and slay every dragon. The fairies whisper, jubilance etched in their voices. The great pines shiver, not because autumn is in session but because never have they seen beauty that comes close to rivaling yours.

Howling agreements that travel for miles, the wolves nod in approval of the wise oaks.

Droplets plummet to the ground as we leave the lake together, our footsteps a rehearsed dance. Even our heartbeats are in sync. It reverberates all around, creating the symphony for the universe. The stars converge, the rendezvous which is you.

Swirling is a maelstrom of toys, little fire engines and planes. The children squeal with overwhelming excitement. They throw their arms around your neck and swear to never let go.

The philosophers have no explanation, the deities baffled. The aura mesmerizes, like a spellbinding trance. Your aura, a meditation soothing the heart.

My heart.

Coldplay.

28th February.

I just watched Batman : The Dark Knight. It's 5.27am and i'm typing this on the Notebook application in my iPhone. The time just jumped and now it's 5.28am. The volume of the song playing on my speakers is lowered to 2, so i won't disturb my brother sleeping above me. It's 5.29am now. Clocks by Coldplay is fading and soon, Fix You will start. It's started now. 5.30am, when tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you cannot replace, could it be worse? I hate this feeling, i hate it i hate it. 5.31am, high up above or down below, when you're too in love to let it go but if you never try then you'll never know just what you were. I can't sleep, i can hear the fan blowing. 5.32am, i will try to fix you. Who am i kidding huh? I really really want you, all these movies just makes the feeling pulsate through my heart, my brain. Fix You is still playing, tears stream down your face when you lose something you can't replace, tears stream down your face and iiiiiiiiii, tears stream down your face, i promise you i will learn from my mistakes. 5.33am, lights will guide you home and ignite your bones. I want to fix this, bring all those feelings back, frame them up. Don't you get it, i don't want anyone else. They'll never be as great as you. The feeling's gone now, it comes and goes like my breath. Now i don't want you back.

I hope you read this, i hope you understand. You never will. 5.36am, but i wait for it.

5.38am, now now.

Life in Technicolour II. I just wanna' hug you, you know? I just want a blizzard to freeze us over. Every night there the headlights are glowing. Baby it's a violent world. I really want for us to be statues, cemented to the spot and our bodies immortalized. But i'll still be able to feel you. 5.41am, time came creeping. Every road is a ray of light. And you me. Oh love don't let me go, won't you take me where the street lights glow. 5.42am, now my feet won't touch the ground. We'd feel each other, just feel each other. Pour our souls out and just hug, forever and ever and ever. I'd kiss you if possible. I really hate this feeling.

Just because i'm hurting, doesn't mean i'm hurt, doesn't mean i didn't get what i deserve. I remember everything i can, but some i still lose.

A glance at the time, 5.44am.

Thank god for Coldplay, every river that you tried to cross, every gun you ever held went off. 5.45am.

Done.

Augustana.

I swear to god the TP enrollment is a massive chore. There's so much to do and right now, i don't have that kind of time on my hands. I've got work, more when March begins and i become a full-timer. And that screwed up printer of mine which was operational for less than a bloody month before it decided to retire from printing. The premature retirement means i'll have to print the Medical Form somewhere else with a fully fit printer, and i don't have the time to go elsewhere.

Then there's the appointment i have to make with some random clinic from the TP Booklet and the actual turning-up at the doctor's. Stupid thing is the only free time i have is between 12am to around 5am when i'm the only one in the family awake, and that means my parents aren't around to provide the information needed to complete the online enrollment which requires detailed pieces of information about my parents such as profession, IC number and etc.

I think i still have to pay a visit to a DBS Bank or something and get the person there to sign a silly form regarding a subsidy by the Government. Even more things to worry about. And my massive headaches that strike during different periods of each day of each hectic week isn't helping one bit. Neither is taking Panadol(extra relief) like 2-hourly, which isn't exactly the normal dosage.

God, i need help. I'm having one of them headaches right now and there's no panadol at home.

Thank the heavens for Augustana.

Expatriates.

We leap through buildings and up up up above the Eiffel.

You hold my hand and together we run around Paris, lovely fast.

The strangers look at us like we're pigeons without wings.

We feed gummy bears to the sweet sweet children in the villages of Varanasi.

You hold my hand and together we wander round India, beads of sweat falling.

The strangers look at us like we're alley cats with only 5 lives.

We mingle with the fishes who greet us with Barrier Reef enthusiasm.

You say you're an angel and Australia should be honored to have you, i just smile.

The strangers look at us like we're ladybugs with black stripes.


I loved you all the way.

Fixation.

This is over-the-top sexy..

Sorry Sam, i stole your pictures!

They aren't actually copyrighted or anything anyway, :B

Seriously.

SkinLabel, in my opinion, the best tattoo studio in Singapore.

My "before Polytechnic starts" resolution is to get more tattoos, this time on my right leg from knee down. I intend to get a traditional Japanese koi tattoo with the waves and all done. I'm gonna' go for a yellowish-gold one on the outside of my calf and a lotus probably on the inside or back. And Alan Law's coming with me!

Brother you'd better get money around the same time i do, so we can go together. We'll just go and get the tattoos done, then go home and get it from our parents! Eat the sweet before the bitter my friend, wahahahaha!

Pseudo.

From underneath the trees that tower like monuments of the gods, you reminisce about your glorious past and memories flood your mind like a downpour during the monsoon. Lady breeze gently caresses your cheeks, cupping them in a frigid embrace with her hands of wind. You snuggle deeper into your coat of fur, trying in vain to keep yourself warm in the gelid weather.

You miss his perky demeanor.

Disappearing into the horizon, the tangerine sun sets the entire skyline aglow. Infuriated hues of red-yellow intermingle with the cerulean sky, producing streaks of wavelike formations that constantly abbreviate. Amidst the whispering of the forest, rhythmic waves crashing onto the beach can be heard.. only slightly. You haul yourself up, swiping away the decomposing leaves that cohere your faded jeans.

You recall his gallant endeavors at courting you.

Making your way down to the shoreline, you spy the last of the migratory birds soaring above you, cuddling the heavens. Though autumn, wildlife still flourish all around you. Between the scabrous rock formations, you catch a fleeting glance of a gold-tinged viper. Even the crustaceans are chipper. Leaving footprints of sand, you tread the shore like a beachcomber at work. The air is bitter and pierces your nostrils. Tucking in the rebellious strands of hair behind your ear, your eyes start to tear.

You remember the time you first laid eyes on him.

To you, the person who refuses to be called "anonymous" or "passerby". (i assumed you're a lady and you like Red)

Alabaster.

Here are some pictures of the infamous rascal.

I'm too lazy to post anything else.

Nostalgia.

One can yearn for what has already spent, the feeling so strong it triturates the very essence of the body and lays waste to the soul. As each new dawn breaks, the early bird flitters down to snatch the fattest worm and the flowers yawn away the night and darkness into the welcoming embrace of morning rays.

Our souls, they age with each inaudible tick of the clock hands. Our strength, it comes and goes like the ebb and flow of each wave breaching the shoreline.

It's now afternoon, the imposing butterflies waft through the summer breeze in their majestic jerseys of striking colors, each varying in tinge. In the deluge of the crystal clear water, tenacious schools of matured salmon, obstinate as an unmoving mountain, endure battering from each avalanche of water and slowly make their way back home amidst the clarion of water against water.

From a liberator's point of view - a rhapsodic juvenile lobbing a harmless rock at a great oak tree, naive in his attempt to fell the behemoth - could be considered the first steps to independence. But from the oppressor's point of view, that desperate attempt could be taken as a sign of graver events to follow, and thus he cuts down the boy.

Crispy crimson leaves segregate themselves from the branches and twirl down to join their fallen brethren. A whirlwind of rustling ensues, each leaf floating down as if guided by an invisible trail. The fog closes in, enveloping the forest like an army of empyrean warriors wielding spears of fire. Silhouettes dance around your dying fire, among the shadowy trees, giving way to hallucinations of fiendish monstrosities.

I've run out of complicated theories. I can't remember the smell of your skin and the zeal of your wink.

Apprehension.

There's just a part of me that likes to bring you down, just to keep you around because I'm afraid once you realize how wonderful you are, you'll leave me.

If i wanted silence, i'd whisper. If i wanted loneliness, i'd choose to go. And if i liked rejection, i'd audition. And if i didn't love you, you would know.

I'm just not convinced that i'm worthy of your time, but i will do what it takes to make you mine. So sit back, relax and enjoy my show. This could be funny.