Special

The best part of the relationship with you is that you always make me feel like going back to you for more.

The other parts of the relationship that makes it so special is that when I’m all down and devastated (even if you’re the one who caused  it), you never fail to come back to me, pick me up ever so gently with your hands and make me feel real again.

If not you’ll just blatantly make my temper go berserk but yet make me want you still.

This all feels so special. You’re special.

 

Perfect Word

Treacherous Land Wasting Peasants.

A perfect word to describe those people.

Anyway, my dearest laptop is going down, the speakers are weird, the graphics card is failing, the keyboard is coming apart, and i just sent it for servicing. Asus says that it might be corroded, cos liquid might have seep through the keyboard to go in. Incidentally, all happens around the borders of the keyboard which essentially makes me wonder if its a build quality issue or the owners fault. Rubbish, i’m gonna just argue that its the build quality issue.

Well, i mean, as much as the laptop had been performing pretty well since i’ve gotten it. Its absurd for me to fork out 900 bucks to get that thing repaired. No No.

 

Farewell

My Aunt’s Husband’s Sister’s Son. Essentially my distant cousin, passed away a few days ago. I would say its really tragic how the story went.

He moved to a house in Melbourne near his Mum recently so as to foster a better relationship with his mum. They haven been on good terms for a long time.

So apparently, this is briefly how to story goes.

This neighbour of his accused Rya(My cousin) of staring at his 16 year old daughter. And he got angry about the whole issue. Stomped to Ryan’shouse and started beating him up. I don’t know how the fighting stopped as there’s no witness to the incident. But right after that, he called his mum about a throbbing pain in his head and also called the Cops up.

So his mum picked him up and sent him to the nearest hospital. What happened there was a outrage. The doctor said that there is nothing wrong with him though he was screaming out aloud about the pain in his head. And while the doctor was trying to figure about what happened. He told Ryan that he should keep quiet if not he’ll disturb theother  patients.

Well, obviously, he was useless. And Pam (My aunt) drove her son down to the next hospital instead. And the doctor couldn’t find out what is wrong. So she headed on to the next, where the doctor did an X-Ray, by then, Ryan had stopped struggling. And the doctor already pronounce him brain dead. The X-Ray report came out and it also explained the pain in the head. It was cause the brain had shifted. The impact of the fight caused his brains to turn. And one part of it suffered extensive pressue due to the shape of the skull. That caused the pain.

The doctor explained that if he came in earlier, he could have been saved. If they actually did an operation on him now, he’ll still remain in Coma. So Pam opted to put her son to rest.

And the doctor asked, “Do you wanna donate his organs?”

And you know, the worse thing is that, there’s apparently no death sentence in melbourne or so I’ve heard. So basically, the doctor from the first hospital wouldn’t have his title removed (thought he kinda killed someone by his incompetency) so long as Pam don’t bother, and the guy who killed Ryan, will be put in Jail for killing someone.

I really hope you’ll rest in peace Ryan and be blessed.

 

Species

HOLY FUCKING SON OF THE BITCHES. DAUGHTERS OF FUCKING PIGS AND MATES OF DOGS. ARGH. THIS PARTICULAR SPECIES OF HUMANS CAME INTO THE SHOP AND INTERUPTED ME WHILE I WAS WATCHING A SHOW AND DEMANDED FOR THE FUCKING MOVIE BAD BOYS.

BITCH (Pun fully intended) : EH! You got Bad Boys 1 and 2?!

Me : Hmm, you mean the posters?

BITCH : YAH, if not why would i come into this shop. Duhhhh.

Me : Sorry. I dont have it.

BITCH : Sure or not.

Me : Let me check. Hold on.

Me : No, I dont have it

Bitch takes out her 10 year old Motorola phone from her Gucci alike bag which is probably 95% fake judging from her behavioural pattern, that is,  a low class snob (The biggest irony of life in the biggest fallacy and mistake of mankind God ever create – Her Species), calls who knows What (With the word What emphasised) and says

“Eh, when i came into the shop the guy dont even know what i am talking about”

Totally despicable and presumptuous. Well, i was basically checking just in case i spend years talking to THEM, especially them, then they realised its a fucking poster shop. And secondly, what’s she got to be proud of. She and her little acts of being classy with her dearest husband and her 20 year old mum (pun fully intended). Her very existence is a disgrace to mankind.

Gosh, this is absurd. Its like a fucking pussy telling a lion that, hey, i’m better than you, bow down to me. This is so uncalled for.

Anyway, just to maintain a graceful behaviour, i just remained calm (okay, i rolled my eyes at her, its hard not to), and that’s why i’m here, venting it all out.

Now excuse me while i put on that pretentious face to serve the next customer. Any is better than them.

Disclaimer : All characters here are purely made up from my imagination and are completely fictatious, from the very fact that i hate this species of human to everything else. Cause we all know this species of humans don’t exist.

 

Prego’s

Guess whats this. Lol. Don’t cheat. GUESS.

Its a freaking Lemon, in a bag. Lol. So that the seeds and pulp will be retained when squeezing out the lemon juice

Dinner at Prego’s.

Never tasted any ice cream more sour than this.

Weird as Edric.

Boring as Roy

Nights Beeches. Wait, these are the dessert of course. The lasagna there is awfully meaty, the steak is slightly crispy on the outside and the holy crap good seafood linguine is erm, self explanatory awesome.

Nights for Real.

 

I’m Yours

Looking back, You’re more beautiful than i had ever imagine. And i’m glad you made it so worthwhile having you as the one Dearest to my Mind, Body, Soul and Heart.

And most importantly, You’re Mine. (:

I Love You.

The Script – I’m Yours

You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I’m not smart
You wrap you thoughts in works of art
And they’re hanging on the walls of my heart

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I’m yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I’m quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I’m yours

You heeled these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You’re the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went week and you saw me cry
Say I’m still the soldier in your eyes

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I’m yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I’m quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I’m yours

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don’t fit in that much
But I’m yours

 

Owning Cars

Owning a car in Singapore is just extremely expensive. Let’s not calculate the amount by per month basis first. Each year, you’ll have to take out around 800 – 1700 dollars for road tax assuming you’re getting a 1600 – 2400cc car.  Then on top of that, insurance companies rip you off once again by asking for 800 – 1600 per year based on your car type and how expensive it would be to repair the car. (I’m talking about Japanese brands in this context.)

On top of that you’ve got your freaking Radio license which is ard $30 per year. And god knows if the government will actually charge GST to your road tax (which you’re already paying the government this sum).

Then the car companies make getting cars so attractive by telling you that you’ll just need oh say 600 a month to get a Toyota Corolla, but that is based on a 10 years lease. And you shouldn’t fall for that, cause you’ll be paying for the interest rate and the depreciation amount for the first 3 – 4 years of owning the car. It really makes owning a first hand car so unfeasible. Especially when the moment your credit card goes through their machine you actually already lost 20% of the cost of the car.

I mean, i’m not complaining so much so about how much the fuel, the cost of the car each month, or even the COE prices in Singapore cost for that matter (since the COE isn’t costing much), or the insurance since all these things would be what you’ll have to pay when you get a car anywhere in the world, but its really about this whole road tax thing which is crazy. I mean, on top of the whole freaking COE, potential buyers or owners of cars will be charged for the road tax as well.

And well, now that i’ve done proper research about how your money will be indeed “wisely and appropriately” spent, im really reconsidering about what car i should save up to get. :(

I want a big comfy carrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I’m not exactly giving up on that idea yet. :X

 

Pancakes

I just made 8 pancakes, stuffed 4 into my mouth and left the other 4 to rot. Its just amazing how food makes one person less stress. No thanks to the cunning colleague of mine which just got sacked. He should go back to Taiwan. Damn him. 

I took quite a while to realise a beech friend went into army already and that asshole refused to reply my text for the pass few weeks till 10 minutes ago. Anyhow, thats not the point, my medical check up came out and i’m (my heart) is perfectly fine okay. And i’m impatiently waiting for army to come.  Nah, I dont dread it much. Its not like it’ll be much right. (I hope at least). There’s prolly a million guys out there calling me crazy this instant before they break into how bad army is lalalalalalalalala -cover my ears- 

Its finally the weekends again, more food, fun, and money spent. I hope Roy takes a share out of his pathetic 400 bucks of allowance out tomorrow and give me and Aaron a treat. Cos we’re more broke than the bangladesh workers remaining in Singapore (with their pay cut counted in as well). I guess all we need now is patience and hard work. I’m sure the fruits will ripe one day. We still can’t find the soil to grow the seeds in now. Stop thinking that I’m retarded, i know exactly what i am talking about. (: 

And now my laptop is a bit screwy. It needs to sleep. So do i.

 

Adrian

Adrian was a naughty, mischievous boy. Her dad was really fond of him but never had much time to spend with him since young. Like many other families, He had a sibling, an older brother and of course, a mum.

For the pass few years, things weren’t going too well back at home, the parents are having wars. Brother-Dad war, Brother-Adrain war. And somehow, Adrian was always caught in between and he really hated how he is always somehow blamed for every other thing. 

He went through a phase where he was abused physically at the age of 18+. That incident left his psychologically scarred. Where many a times, certain events that seem pretty much normal to every other teen of that age, to Adrian, are events that haunt him of how the whole scene happened. 

He’s feeling weary of everything. Emotionally drained. Psychologically Scarred. Physically Abused. 

For a 18 year old, it was surely quite a bit of thing for him to handle. 

As days went by, he dreaded home more. Started joining his friends. Talking to them, trying to use that form of love, and concern, to replace what he didn’t have back at home. Everything was always about his brother, just so cause he does better in studies, is more domineering, louder, more vulgar, and more violent. Well, that is at least his real self behind all the facade he puts up. 

He hated his brother. He hated how his mum always unknowingly stood up for him. Adrian’s mum always deny that by adding that she also lectures brother when he does something wrong. 

But something cracked him recently, for 3 years, he’s been thrown from room to room within the house. Moving his stuffs out of his brother’s room, to his dad’s work room, then back to brother’s room, and to work room again, and it continues. He voiced out about how absurd is it that he’s doing everything to cater to everyone, but was shunned off by his dad saying that “You should be glad you’ve got a place to stay”. To Adrian, that wasn’t the point at all, its not about having a place to stay, or home. Or just for the fact that he should feel comfortable in whichever corner there is at home. He was so bothered cause he felt so unwanted. He felt so left out. He felt that, why is it that he’s the only one being pushed around. It hurts no matter what the reason was. 

After supposedly finally managing to settle down in his brother’s room recently, the brother told him to Fuck Out of His Room. Which was indeed absurd especially over the reason which the brother gave. In fact, the whole incident happened but it wasn’t Adrian’s fault. He was just doing something to cater to the brother once again. But something screwed up in between. Something that Adrian wasn’t able to determine or choose. And to top it all up, his mum stood up for his brother. Using the same old reason that the brother is stressed with school and all. Which Adrian thinks, are reasons, but pretty absurd ones as an explanation to his actions. 

Now, Adrian finally knew, he is all alone settling this. He knew he had to be independent already. If not, the only person getting hurt would be himself, no thanks to how oblivious his family are to his feelings. 

For now, he found a new place back at home to settle down in. The sofa in the hall. He’s been a liability to his family, and  what was that again? Family? I think, Adrian kinda forgot how is it like to have one. Wait, in fact, he remembered it so well of how it is like, that he refuse to even acknowledge that word ever again. 

And Adrian, really made everything sounded simple. It really is so “simple”.

 

Chow Chow

I think this breed of dogs is amazingly cute. Haha, its called Chow Chow. its about 4000 years since their existence and apparently is one of the oldest breed of dogs ever. Has pretty close DNAs with the wolfs. They aren’t very intelligent or so i read. But still, i think they’re really adorable.