nothing special of sort.
just have this weird feeling,
the peculiar need to write,
it could be nonsense,
well i'm not sure where my fingers are heading,
but i'll just have them dance and see what comes out of it.
my week's pretty routine recently,
clocking an average $8 an hour paycheck,
what i did was basically making phone calls over and over again.
albeit the lost of passion for the league,
i dwell soulless when i get back,
probably nothing much to look forward to, until my next escape.
life's okay, i guess?
my timeline is literally frozen.
frozen by routine,
sourcing for good place to eat,
to chill,
and i guess i managed to found one while scrolling through my weekly dosage of I-S Magazine.
district 10.
google it up.
i need a new place for drinks.
that thunder,
i wonder if you can hear it.
i'm just unusually motivated today,
i'm all hyped up.
i wanna do something
i wanna create something
i just want to get out of my life and to be born anew
i dont care whether is it the gypsy syndrome or what so ever
i never want to be an NPC
u know what i'm talking about,
everyone wants to be the one;
the guy who pulls the sword out of the rock
the girl who's feet fit the glass slippers
the guy who lift up thor's hammer
the girl who marries the beast who turns into the prince
the guy who score the last minute goal
the girl who light up the orchard runway
the boy who lives
whoever we want to be,
i believe, we could make it,
if we believes,
succumb and you will fall,
into the well of frogs,
who croak and never sees it all
Mantra of the Week
"we're made for greater things"
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
lost
i'd lost it.
i sat at my desk,
sneaking a gentle peak to my orb that rest at the corner.
ashamed to even look at it, as if i'd done it wrong.
maybe it's time for the hiatus again.
to take a breather away from the league.
i sat at my desk,
sneaking a gentle peak to my orb that rest at the corner.
ashamed to even look at it, as if i'd done it wrong.
maybe it's time for the hiatus again.
to take a breather away from the league.
Friday, November 15, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
poems 2
Seeker
the love of my life
my soul mate,
i'd found them all,
yet what else am i looking for?
Answers
the message in the bottle,
the stars in the skies
tiny oracles
the places where answers flutter
we look everywhere,
but where they actually lies?
20 Things To Do In Your 20s
20 Things to Do in Yours 20s from THOUGHT CATALOG
was reading my feeds again i think this is something quite worthy to share to everyone out there
&i wanted to do the little checklist test myself
was reading my feeds again i think this is something quite worthy to share to everyone out there
&i wanted to do the little checklist test myself
Have a roommate you love (improvising with a friend)Have a roommate you hate (improvising with a friend)Fall head over heels for someone who treats you like dirtLet go of someone you've been holding ontoHave one night you'll never forget and that you can't rememberMake a life changing mistakeRoyally piss off your parentsDateGo out to dinner by yourself- Take a huge risk (no balls)
- Move
- Get a pet (a pet fish that last for 2 days, counted?)
Donate your college clothes (not college clothes thou)- Figure yourself out
ExercisePig out on junk foodWatch the newsKeep your resume updatedWork your ass offEnjoy it
Saturday, November 9, 2013
tranform
wont it be nice,
to take control of your life?
how about taking BACK control of your life?
after you'd lost control of it?
now here's a real deal for me.
i'd been losing my sense of direction for quite sometime now,
and i'm still not sure when when would i find the right way.
but maybe i'm not that lost now.
i'd been chucking off tons of to do lists,
escaping lots of reminder emails,
not doing anything,
bumming around,
rooting my sorry ass on my chair and not leaving unless it's toilet breaks,
doing nth only to find myself pushing away articles and things to do only to find my sorry soul rotting away in summoner's rift.
i have to get out,
i need to get out,
out of here.
fresh air.
i'm,
suffocating.
at the very least,
maybe i'm slowly finding my way back on track.
i began exercising,
i tried to make running a routine, still trying to do so,
i keep up with the world everyday, i'm reading my feeds daily, still.
i got back into reading, just done with 2 novels that i'd been procrastinating with.
(if you really wanna know, it's the fault in our stars and the perks of being a wallflower)
i tried to think positive everyday,
everyday is like a challenge for me, i learn to love my job, i learn to tell myself to stay strong,
i started to be independent,
i began sleeping early,
i'm functioning on 10 hours of sleep,
i cut down my computer usage,
i'm no longer used to starring at screens for a long time,
i cut down gaming, i found lesser joy in it, my war cries soften in the taverns, & i'm losing touch.
it'd forgotten my totem, my summoning orb,
guess it's time to wake up.
but i'm still pushing several things aside.
& i'm still working on it.
this video kinda daunt on me how much a person can change.
someone once told me, "you can blame your parents if you're born poor, but you can only blame yourself if you die poor"
it's right isnt it?
so, fuck everything, i'd lost my footing, and it's time to get back on track.
meanwhile...
Homeless Veteran Time lapse Transformation
Do check out elite daily for more awesome post like this
to take control of your life?
how about taking BACK control of your life?
after you'd lost control of it?
now here's a real deal for me.
i'd been losing my sense of direction for quite sometime now,
and i'm still not sure when when would i find the right way.
but maybe i'm not that lost now.
i'd been chucking off tons of to do lists,
escaping lots of reminder emails,
not doing anything,
bumming around,
rooting my sorry ass on my chair and not leaving unless it's toilet breaks,
doing nth only to find myself pushing away articles and things to do only to find my sorry soul rotting away in summoner's rift.
i have to get out,
i need to get out,
out of here.
fresh air.
i'm,
suffocating.
at the very least,
maybe i'm slowly finding my way back on track.
i began exercising,
i tried to make running a routine, still trying to do so,
i keep up with the world everyday, i'm reading my feeds daily, still.
i got back into reading, just done with 2 novels that i'd been procrastinating with.
(if you really wanna know, it's the fault in our stars and the perks of being a wallflower)
i tried to think positive everyday,
everyday is like a challenge for me, i learn to love my job, i learn to tell myself to stay strong,
i started to be independent,
i began sleeping early,
i'm functioning on 10 hours of sleep,
i cut down my computer usage,
i'm no longer used to starring at screens for a long time,
i cut down gaming, i found lesser joy in it, my war cries soften in the taverns, & i'm losing touch.
it'd forgotten my totem, my summoning orb,
guess it's time to wake up.
but i'm still pushing several things aside.
& i'm still working on it.
this video kinda daunt on me how much a person can change.
someone once told me, "you can blame your parents if you're born poor, but you can only blame yourself if you die poor"
it's right isnt it?
so, fuck everything, i'd lost my footing, and it's time to get back on track.
meanwhile...
Homeless Veteran Time lapse Transformation
Do check out elite daily for more awesome post like this
Friday, November 8, 2013
Extraordinary People - The Boy Who Lived Before
this is an extraordinary documentary and makes you think.
so what were you when you lived before?
so here's something to share with you people!
TGIF
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
heartmelt
I'd always been a fan of masked heroes,
but what about being one for 1 day?
i'm not talking about kickass,
i'm talking about one day, waking up and see your town turned into gotham city,
and you're batman.
on the 15th of Nov, Make-a-Wish would actually be turning San Francisco into Gotham City for Miles!
what's happening inside me is beyond description,
and maybe the closest i could get is, "warm and fuzzy" :3
It's just so sad that this little child is currently fighting against leukemia at such young age.
not doing any comparing, but life starts when we roll the dice.
it's so saddening to see such a cheery looking kid having to been through all this since young,
and i'm praying that things will turn out better for him as time goes.
Yet what make-a-wish is doing made me felt so warm and fuzzy on what people can do to contribute to the society.
even at least a little.
that made me question myself, on what else can i do, for the society.
at least alittle.
YOLO right? it'd always been on my to do list and i'm sure this is quite a clear wake up call on what i can do to help one day.
maybe helping up at old folks home?
or food delivery for the needy?
i'm not superman, but i guess it all comes from the heart.
& i'm really glad how foundations like these make the world a better place to live in.
god, it's sooooo cute in that batman costume (:
but i know Miles would alway be a true hero!
we all know that!
Click the link before for more info!
Miles' Wish To Be a superhero | News | News & Events | Make-A-Wish® Greater Bay Area
#makeawishneverfailstomeltmyheart
but what about being one for 1 day?
i'm not talking about kickass,
i'm talking about one day, waking up and see your town turned into gotham city,
and you're batman.
on the 15th of Nov, Make-a-Wish would actually be turning San Francisco into Gotham City for Miles!
"The day starts with a breaking news story. San Francisco's Police Chief asks if anyone knows the whereabouts of Batkid because he needs his help solving crime and bringing the bad guys to justice. Our little Batkid, Miles, in training with adult Batman, is ready to answer the call! Of course Batkid will be riding around the City, saving the day and performing feats of derring-do!After rescuing a damsel in distress from the cable car tracks in Nob Hill, and capturing the Riddler in the act of robbing a downtown vault, Batman will eat his lunch at the Burger Bar in San Francisco – directly above Union Square. While at Burger Bar, he will get a call on his batphone to go to the window – where he will look down and see a huge group of volunteers jumping up and down asking for Batman’s help. Why?Because the Penguin will be kidnapping a famous Gotham City mascot! The getaway car will be visible on Union Square (a convertible so that everyone can see what is happening), and the chase will be on!After catching the Penguin, Batman will make his final stop at City Hall, where the Mayor and the Police Chief of Gotham City will thank him and give him the key to the city. We plan on having hundreds of volunteers and donors collected to cheer and thank our Batman!"
from gizmodo.com
what's happening inside me is beyond description,
and maybe the closest i could get is, "warm and fuzzy" :3
It's just so sad that this little child is currently fighting against leukemia at such young age.
not doing any comparing, but life starts when we roll the dice.
it's so saddening to see such a cheery looking kid having to been through all this since young,
and i'm praying that things will turn out better for him as time goes.
Yet what make-a-wish is doing made me felt so warm and fuzzy on what people can do to contribute to the society.
even at least a little.
that made me question myself, on what else can i do, for the society.
at least alittle.
YOLO right? it'd always been on my to do list and i'm sure this is quite a clear wake up call on what i can do to help one day.
maybe helping up at old folks home?
or food delivery for the needy?
i'm not superman, but i guess it all comes from the heart.
& i'm really glad how foundations like these make the world a better place to live in.
god, it's sooooo cute in that batman costume (:
but i know Miles would alway be a true hero!
we all know that!
Click the link before for more info!
Miles' Wish To Be a superhero | News | News & Events | Make-A-Wish® Greater Bay Area
#makeawishneverfailstomeltmyheart
Monday, November 4, 2013
short.
a short weekend, i guess.
a short 3 days break, before reality struck again.
i'd been at it for 2 weeks,
still surviving.
how our little commune survive the working life.
been watching short films lately, and here're some that i'd like to share on my blog
do check out the "short film" label for more likes of them.
Long Distance Relationship
Sincerely, The End
Choice, (adel really needs this)
Sign
Ending my short-short film post with 2 more with our local flavors.
do check out JTV(: a youtube video channel made by jack neo himself and there's a whole lot of awesome stuff there!
Note
Adversity
a short 3 days break, before reality struck again.
i'd been at it for 2 weeks,
still surviving.
how our little commune survive the working life.
been watching short films lately, and here're some that i'd like to share on my blog
do check out the "short film" label for more likes of them.
Long Distance Relationship
Sincerely, The End
Choice, (adel really needs this)
Sign
Ending my short-short film post with 2 more with our local flavors.
do check out JTV(: a youtube video channel made by jack neo himself and there's a whole lot of awesome stuff there!
Note
Adversity
Friday, November 1, 2013
dream
ever wondered what could be the actual ending of inception?
yea it's an old film, i know i know.
but i came across this video that makes me rake up all memories of the film and relook my case.
and you should too (:
---
ironically, and no pun intended, definitely;
i kinda lucid dream today.
is it all that to it is?
keeping the characters alive in the dream?
i would to you know.
i'd always been a dreamer.
i love dreaming,
i love having fun in my dream,
endless boundaries,
i love how fates can be woven together in dreams,
yea it's an old film, i know i know.
but i came across this video that makes me rake up all memories of the film and relook my case.
and you should too (:
---
ironically, and no pun intended, definitely;
i kinda lucid dream today.
is it all that to it is?
keeping the characters alive in the dream?
i would to you know.
i'd always been a dreamer.
i love dreaming,
i love having fun in my dream,
endless boundaries,
i love how fates can be woven together in dreams,
Saturday, October 26, 2013
about time
a beautiful film,
maybe something i can relate to,
maybe the characters just touch my soul,
maybe if only i can do it too.
a solid 8,
but i guess you don't need 3 packs of tissue to watch this show
(right back at you who said need bring 3 packs of tissue before going into the cinema)
rough date thou,
maybe it's just we're going thru the rough patch.
i'm walking home, thoughts fluttering,
what if i can time travel? and to find the right one, i would actually time travel back, and get together with each and everyone of the girl to see if i got it right?
"nah... fuck that"
i won't.
i would actually go back to the days before i met you and make things right.
maybe i can meet you earlier,
spare you from the pain,
maybe i can know you earlier,
to protect you from everything that comes,
and i swear, i would make things right, silently.
Friday, October 25, 2013
fragments of my week.
"almost been a month since i last posted here when i thought i ought to do something.
and yes,
finally the great Ronnie is now working.
nothing fantastic, just basic telemarketing, "
"life haven been kind, i guess.
still on the journey to find out what i want.
i succumbed, i savage, yet nothing comes close."
"been exercising,
went trekking one a day or 2 with Richard and i daresay, i overcome the challenge,
running became a routine,
and work comes in.
things seem to be falling in place, yet in the most stereotypical ways.
a basic work, robotic routine that brings u to and fro
been strumming alot more, watching movies, reading,"
"flipping around in bed,
tossing my fat body, struggling to oblivion.
my mind is clearly awake,
yet fatigue draws in."
"Jinx just join the league,
but we haven met thou,
guess 7.8k ip is abit too much for now.
if you're on PC, do give the latest scribblenaut a shot,
it's really fantastic."
"oh yep, and my date on cloudy with a chance of meatballs 2.
didn't see any meat balls, but definitely am in love with the marshmallows.
strawberries are still scary thou.
a solid 7 i guess.
still behind wreck it thou."
"nights when i'm wondering,
hoping for a cold beer out at some highrise building, looking down, celebrating my life, quietly.
tranquil nights, and i'm out searching for answers.
the world, is nevertheless cruel,
and we're all animals.
the hierarchy, the weak gets preyed on,
the rules are clear enough, yet we have no choice but to be subdue by the rules of the jungle."
"we're watching like crazy,
a solid movie, a solid 8.5
and i cried.
so badly,
how it feels like to be in love, yet you're so numb that you can't taste happiness anymore.
starstruck, call me a sucker for romance..."
"pokefans,
get ready to revive your memories with pokemon origin,
an anime series released to gear fans up for the lastest installation.
spoiler: brutality of squirtle chewing on charmander
what're you waiting for?
lets catch'em all"
"& YES! pokemon xy is finally out! you guys shld definitely join the local community and start playing together,
cant wait to get my hands on my 3ds and start playing >_<"
'nights like this again,
when i'm putting up music,
goosebumps rising,
days when i'm feeling extra sensitive, to everything.
every thoughts that electrify,
my heart melt under the moon"
"days when i read my writings,
and asked myself if i'm doing it right"
and yes,
finally the great Ronnie is now working.
nothing fantastic, just basic telemarketing, "
"life haven been kind, i guess.
still on the journey to find out what i want.
i succumbed, i savage, yet nothing comes close."
"been exercising,
went trekking one a day or 2 with Richard and i daresay, i overcome the challenge,
running became a routine,
and work comes in.
things seem to be falling in place, yet in the most stereotypical ways.
a basic work, robotic routine that brings u to and fro
been strumming alot more, watching movies, reading,"
"flipping around in bed,
tossing my fat body, struggling to oblivion.
my mind is clearly awake,
yet fatigue draws in."
"Jinx just join the league,
but we haven met thou,
guess 7.8k ip is abit too much for now.
if you're on PC, do give the latest scribblenaut a shot,
it's really fantastic."
"oh yep, and my date on cloudy with a chance of meatballs 2.
didn't see any meat balls, but definitely am in love with the marshmallows.
strawberries are still scary thou.
a solid 7 i guess.
still behind wreck it thou."
"nights when i'm wondering,
hoping for a cold beer out at some highrise building, looking down, celebrating my life, quietly.
tranquil nights, and i'm out searching for answers.
the world, is nevertheless cruel,
and we're all animals.
the hierarchy, the weak gets preyed on,
the rules are clear enough, yet we have no choice but to be subdue by the rules of the jungle."
"we're watching like crazy,
a solid movie, a solid 8.5
and i cried.
so badly,
how it feels like to be in love, yet you're so numb that you can't taste happiness anymore.
starstruck, call me a sucker for romance..."
"pokefans,
get ready to revive your memories with pokemon origin,
an anime series released to gear fans up for the lastest installation.
spoiler: brutality of squirtle chewing on charmander
what're you waiting for?
lets catch'em all"
"& YES! pokemon xy is finally out! you guys shld definitely join the local community and start playing together,
cant wait to get my hands on my 3ds and start playing >_<"
'nights like this again,
when i'm putting up music,
goosebumps rising,
days when i'm feeling extra sensitive, to everything.
every thoughts that electrify,
my heart melt under the moon"
"days when i read my writings,
and asked myself if i'm doing it right"
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
stay strong.
說好卻沒一起到的地方
只剩下模糊的想像
總說日子還很長
還記得當時你嚮往的模樣
過去像是破舊的遊樂場
零碎的歡樂最難忘
畫面一直在回放
當初我們是如此愛著對方
你聊起你的流浪
很客氣地分享
你有沒有看穿我還是一樣
淡然應付窘狀 為何還是好難
而你已比從前寬廣
我說著我的近況
儘是無關痛癢
工作依然頻繁我還是一樣
偶爾也會孤單 無數失眠的夜晚
想念你的舊創 也一樣
記憶深處殘存了些盼望
時不時在我腦海蕩
你留給我的影響
多年以後還在我身上頑強
你眉宇還是飛揚 笑聲還是爽朗
愛情走了多遠我難以想像
回不去的時光 落下往日的夕陽
我還有什麼能 不一樣
Sunday, September 29, 2013
confessions of a warwrick
We're drinking by the tavern,
a yet again victory with my fellow mates
"My grizzly fur that brushes against the wind,
when i'm chasing down in the league,
fearless, as they claim.
but stupidity bought me nothing but shame.
The cursed concoction conjured by my brother,
only made me look unlike no other,
that missing ingredient that i seek,
the heart of a celestial being completes the trick
Trekking down from shadow isles,
the silver i'd gotten with the help of elves,
trapping down the dire wolf,
from which it fangs that i cut loose,
left the hearts of the celestial beings
my eyes was almost beaming
chasing down the child of the stars
in it's heart i would put it in my silver jar
silenced by the child and drove away,
fuming with anger and exhilarating dismay
a yet again victory with my fellow mates
"My grizzly fur that brushes against the wind,
when i'm chasing down in the league,
fearless, as they claim.
but stupidity bought me nothing but shame.
The cursed concoction conjured by my brother,
only made me look unlike no other,
that missing ingredient that i seek,
the heart of a celestial being completes the trick
Trekking down from shadow isles,
the silver i'd gotten with the help of elves,
trapping down the dire wolf,
from which it fangs that i cut loose,
left the hearts of the celestial beings
my eyes was almost beaming
chasing down the child of the stars
in it's heart i would put it in my silver jar
silenced by the child and drove away,
fuming with anger and exhilarating dismay
i clenched my fist and demanded the potion,
The Chemist looked and me and then to his unfinished concoction,
moving towards him, i'd unleash my beast from within,
grabbing the potion and taking it all in
i felt the immerse heat & fell onto the floor
i know i wasn't human anymore...
Back on my feet, after my baneful treat
I looked at the petrified chemist, sighed and retreat
As guilty i know he is, it's rage who consumed me
Silenced, just like a fleeting dream
Ready to take down anyone who stands between me,
i even took down the innocent manatee
Trekking down the heart of the beast,
There, i sharpens my claws and prepare for the feast..."
Another round please ask the Blood Hunter,
clinging beer and lowering into a whisper,
i heard, there's another celestial being in runeterra, isn't it?
amongst the table he ask.
Yes said the Spirit Walker, and all hushed within
"Ao Shin.."
Thursday, September 26, 2013
the support
i looked lazily at my watch while my other hand stirred the summoning orb in my pocket.
C & I walked out of the summoner's room and slumped right onto the couch in the lobby.
It was the wee hours in the morning, and the institute of war is still alive, maybe alittle less.
there're stories of people who lost their souls in the league,
people who go into endless game, trying to seek power from the cup,
my heated hands from all the summoning,
"10 over games today, what have we done?'
---
i walked out to the river,
no longer were the sound of the hooves makes my blood gush anymore.
the hooved entity that ride with me, trampling everyone else.
there wasn't any hesitation when i bought her with my influence point.
the familiar beep when you unlocked a right to use the champion.
i bought her right into the big games,
tidal waves that scorn foes,
little did i know my league story would have this little twist.
a support,
vision, protect, engage,
map dominance is my thing as i protect the objectives.
a tedious job, i would say.
i never see this coming.
i made many new friends
the little girl who plays with butterflies,
and the chain warden who's obsessed with souls
---
i'm at the river when i looked her in the eyes.
her half body surfacing at the water shines as the moonlight fell into her.
her story isn't at all complete, just as mine.
searching for the moonstone, she is very much stuck in the league, while waiting for answers.
maybe that's how our fate entwined.
"good night" she whispered,
moving closer to me i felt her ice cold lips touched my forehead
and she moved back and smiled..
i felt myself floating into oblivion as a bubble materialized,
i floated & i watched one last time as the scaly figure flipped,
dive head into the calm waters.
as her tail submerged, i fall onto the ground as the bubble popped.
we'll meet again.
C & I walked out of the summoner's room and slumped right onto the couch in the lobby.
It was the wee hours in the morning, and the institute of war is still alive, maybe alittle less.
there're stories of people who lost their souls in the league,
people who go into endless game, trying to seek power from the cup,
my heated hands from all the summoning,
"10 over games today, what have we done?'
---
i walked out to the river,
no longer were the sound of the hooves makes my blood gush anymore.
the hooved entity that ride with me, trampling everyone else.
there wasn't any hesitation when i bought her with my influence point.
the familiar beep when you unlocked a right to use the champion.
i bought her right into the big games,
tidal waves that scorn foes,
little did i know my league story would have this little twist.
a support,
vision, protect, engage,
map dominance is my thing as i protect the objectives.
a tedious job, i would say.
i never see this coming.
i made many new friends
the little girl who plays with butterflies,
and the chain warden who's obsessed with souls
---
i'm at the river when i looked her in the eyes.
her half body surfacing at the water shines as the moonlight fell into her.
her story isn't at all complete, just as mine.
searching for the moonstone, she is very much stuck in the league, while waiting for answers.
maybe that's how our fate entwined.
"good night" she whispered,
moving closer to me i felt her ice cold lips touched my forehead
and she moved back and smiled..
i felt myself floating into oblivion as a bubble materialized,
i floated & i watched one last time as the scaly figure flipped,
dive head into the calm waters.
as her tail submerged, i fall onto the ground as the bubble popped.
we'll meet again.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Peopl3: worker bees
The worker bees in our little commune,
Everyone is just a slave for one another.
It all goes in a circle. And yet, all still bows down to the grim reaper.
when they would be sleeping 5ft under.
Volume 3: Worker Bees
A plump size lady, earphones plugged in, oblivious to the outside world as she squeeze herself into the bus every morning.
Ignoring the scorns and leers of the other people, she shove her enormous self up into the bus, whilst eyes glued into her minature tv holding by her giant hands.
There she go, numbing herself for months. She know she wasn't born pretty and she'd already learn to numb herself in many ways since young,
no thaunts and leers could get through her ears while she lived in her happy world.
Commiting herself to this daily routine, working in the backlines, oblivious to politics, she likes things in order, in control.
Simplicity, Single, Happy.
---
His sling bag slides lazily as he walks, newspaper held between his armpits, fingers pressing violently on the buttons of the controls as he's trying to beat his new highscore.
Who would have known his existence? He quietly sneak into a seat on the bus and just played on.
Not a social butterfly since young, he always envy those who stands out.
But never did, not when his brighter sister is in the spotlight amongst his family.
---
Hair combed back, suave, he could pass off as a model. His eyes could charmed you and guys swarm to him listening to his "bed"-time stories. He had a scandal with almost any other female in the office and the female boss loves him.
Charming eyes, narcissistic smiles, he spends most of his time in social media than work, yet it's his face that gives him credit for. His ill gotten promotion started tongues wagging behind his back, so is his crazy party life. Girls threw themselves onto him, and he threw them off after using them. After a crazy day at work, there he was, only with his solitude in his elevator on his way home.
---
He woke up on the dot everyday, preparing himself, making sure he didn't miss out anything before he hastily left the house. Why is he always late even when he set the alarm up early?
A typical JC-uni graduate, he spent most of his lives facing books, rather than talking to people.
The marks wars taught him how to go solo, and little did he realize, that socializing is just as important as studying. He would missed out every one meeting from his old friends, and confine himself in the comforts of his room, mugging aggressively, as if building stockpile for the war.
And yet as prepare he was, he was unprepared during the many interviews.
It was only one company that took him in, offering a measly 1.7k for his degree, yet he have no choice but to take it anyway. Yet he was given tons of work, and ad hoc errands.
It's always so difficult to please his boss.
Didn't father and mother say all will be well if we get good grades?
Why school didn't teach us how to please the boss?
---
Shaking her legs on a high stool whilst watching her favourite movie on funshion, you could definitely felt her annoyance in her "WHAT?" when u asked her a question. Sitting by the push cart, watching shows just so time can pass faster. With just an o level cert and an abortion experience under her belt, there's nothing much less she can do besides posting cleavage photos in her instagram. Her tribal rose tattoo engraved behind her back after her first serious boyfriend left her gave her nothing but pain. Moving on, the guys she met are all jerks, and yet she fall for the same trick, again and again, until her recent abortion.
Yet she seek comfort from the rose, strong, sturdy, protecting itself from outsiders with her little thorns.
Who would know of her stories?
---
"Bye!" He wave goodbye to his fellow cliques before departing. He just can't wait to get home to catch the latest episode of one piece. Opening his manga app the moment he's alone, he continue from where he'd left off in his manga. Working in the IT sector, he was cut off from feminine contact right after his poly days, much less in Army which comes right after that. After nicking 5 years off and working in the it sector, he faces the least human contact and only interacts with gadgets and such. His little tech buddies are much less the same and it's always talks about anime, games or the upcoming geek movies that's going to be up.
Back into his room after work, with his babe posters staring back at him, he heaved a sigh, not knowing how else to get out of his life.
---
She woke up every morning, before lazing in bed with alittle snooze boost before dragging herself out of bed. Work yet again. The women in the mirror gave her strength, when she looked at herself, dolling up, carefully planting her make up. She could easily sneak into the bunches of typical OLs, yet not one knows how hard she work everyday. Entertaining clients, entertaining bosses, putting bread on the table. It's alittle too young to be talking about money, but as the eldest of the lot, she chose to give up her uni dreams so as to gel the household.
Alone, she felt. Distant, from her boyfriend. The long relationship falter as they were worlds apart. Plunging into self sabotage, he is as just as helpless as she herself is. Like they're between a glass wall. Yet, their hands connect in between the panels, smiling to each other.
"i love you.." he whispered,
"& i always will" he said, as tears stream down his face.
her other hand clenched tightly, hating how destiny have woven.. yet, unregretful for the beautiful love.
---
the baby's cries sounded like a siren amongst the house. She woke up with a jolt, not even glacing at the clock which shows 4am before tending to the baby. It was before she know it, when her actual 5.30 alarm sounded. Her husband still sleeping soundly opened his eyes lazily before dragging his feet up. As if on auto pilot after the usual morning greetings, the couple shuffled their feet, as if in sync, with each tending to their own business, not even crossing the each other's path. This smooth transition brings them back to the dining table when they have their dinner the night before. A simple french toast with eggs, he held the bread while position himself to face the TV, when it beamed to live, showing channel news asia.
***
the door bell rings-
"here comes the baby sitter" he said as she did his tie and he tided up her clothes, & clipped her hair. They looked at each other deep in the eyes when the knocking broke off their eye contact.
It's time to wake up.
---
He closed his eyes in annoyance when he heard that familiar beep just as he drove pass the ERP. It seems like the ERP would never miss him out. He clenched tightly onto his steering wheels in frustration as he was reminded to top up his cash card by the card reader.
"top up again, how dare they?" yet he can do nothing about it.
Helpless, bounded by the income ceiling, he could no longer get out of the middle class household.
His heavy bank loan in his 4-room flat took a huge toll on him and he could not think of any practical idea than to work his ass off.
He opened his letter box, and cursed again as he draw out the usual telco bills.
The kids turned up their head to the familiar faces when they head the metal door cranked open.
Running up to her father, she exclaimed "Papa wo jin tian de ting xie na yi bai fen! ni jiang yao mai wan ju gei wo de!"
"oh, fuck me."
---
Everyone is just a slave for one another.
It all goes in a circle. And yet, all still bows down to the grim reaper.
when they would be sleeping 5ft under.
Volume 3: Worker Bees
A plump size lady, earphones plugged in, oblivious to the outside world as she squeeze herself into the bus every morning.
Ignoring the scorns and leers of the other people, she shove her enormous self up into the bus, whilst eyes glued into her minature tv holding by her giant hands.
There she go, numbing herself for months. She know she wasn't born pretty and she'd already learn to numb herself in many ways since young,
no thaunts and leers could get through her ears while she lived in her happy world.
Commiting herself to this daily routine, working in the backlines, oblivious to politics, she likes things in order, in control.
Simplicity, Single, Happy.
---
His sling bag slides lazily as he walks, newspaper held between his armpits, fingers pressing violently on the buttons of the controls as he's trying to beat his new highscore.
Who would have known his existence? He quietly sneak into a seat on the bus and just played on.
Not a social butterfly since young, he always envy those who stands out.
But never did, not when his brighter sister is in the spotlight amongst his family.
---
Hair combed back, suave, he could pass off as a model. His eyes could charmed you and guys swarm to him listening to his "bed"-time stories. He had a scandal with almost any other female in the office and the female boss loves him.
Charming eyes, narcissistic smiles, he spends most of his time in social media than work, yet it's his face that gives him credit for. His ill gotten promotion started tongues wagging behind his back, so is his crazy party life. Girls threw themselves onto him, and he threw them off after using them. After a crazy day at work, there he was, only with his solitude in his elevator on his way home.
---
He woke up on the dot everyday, preparing himself, making sure he didn't miss out anything before he hastily left the house. Why is he always late even when he set the alarm up early?
A typical JC-uni graduate, he spent most of his lives facing books, rather than talking to people.
The marks wars taught him how to go solo, and little did he realize, that socializing is just as important as studying. He would missed out every one meeting from his old friends, and confine himself in the comforts of his room, mugging aggressively, as if building stockpile for the war.
And yet as prepare he was, he was unprepared during the many interviews.
It was only one company that took him in, offering a measly 1.7k for his degree, yet he have no choice but to take it anyway. Yet he was given tons of work, and ad hoc errands.
It's always so difficult to please his boss.
Didn't father and mother say all will be well if we get good grades?
Why school didn't teach us how to please the boss?
---
Shaking her legs on a high stool whilst watching her favourite movie on funshion, you could definitely felt her annoyance in her "WHAT?" when u asked her a question. Sitting by the push cart, watching shows just so time can pass faster. With just an o level cert and an abortion experience under her belt, there's nothing much less she can do besides posting cleavage photos in her instagram. Her tribal rose tattoo engraved behind her back after her first serious boyfriend left her gave her nothing but pain. Moving on, the guys she met are all jerks, and yet she fall for the same trick, again and again, until her recent abortion.
Yet she seek comfort from the rose, strong, sturdy, protecting itself from outsiders with her little thorns.
Who would know of her stories?
---
"Bye!" He wave goodbye to his fellow cliques before departing. He just can't wait to get home to catch the latest episode of one piece. Opening his manga app the moment he's alone, he continue from where he'd left off in his manga. Working in the IT sector, he was cut off from feminine contact right after his poly days, much less in Army which comes right after that. After nicking 5 years off and working in the it sector, he faces the least human contact and only interacts with gadgets and such. His little tech buddies are much less the same and it's always talks about anime, games or the upcoming geek movies that's going to be up.
Back into his room after work, with his babe posters staring back at him, he heaved a sigh, not knowing how else to get out of his life.
---
She woke up every morning, before lazing in bed with alittle snooze boost before dragging herself out of bed. Work yet again. The women in the mirror gave her strength, when she looked at herself, dolling up, carefully planting her make up. She could easily sneak into the bunches of typical OLs, yet not one knows how hard she work everyday. Entertaining clients, entertaining bosses, putting bread on the table. It's alittle too young to be talking about money, but as the eldest of the lot, she chose to give up her uni dreams so as to gel the household.
Alone, she felt. Distant, from her boyfriend. The long relationship falter as they were worlds apart. Plunging into self sabotage, he is as just as helpless as she herself is. Like they're between a glass wall. Yet, their hands connect in between the panels, smiling to each other.
"i love you.." he whispered,
"& i always will" he said, as tears stream down his face.
her other hand clenched tightly, hating how destiny have woven.. yet, unregretful for the beautiful love.
---
the baby's cries sounded like a siren amongst the house. She woke up with a jolt, not even glacing at the clock which shows 4am before tending to the baby. It was before she know it, when her actual 5.30 alarm sounded. Her husband still sleeping soundly opened his eyes lazily before dragging his feet up. As if on auto pilot after the usual morning greetings, the couple shuffled their feet, as if in sync, with each tending to their own business, not even crossing the each other's path. This smooth transition brings them back to the dining table when they have their dinner the night before. A simple french toast with eggs, he held the bread while position himself to face the TV, when it beamed to live, showing channel news asia.
***
the door bell rings-
"here comes the baby sitter" he said as she did his tie and he tided up her clothes, & clipped her hair. They looked at each other deep in the eyes when the knocking broke off their eye contact.
It's time to wake up.
---
He closed his eyes in annoyance when he heard that familiar beep just as he drove pass the ERP. It seems like the ERP would never miss him out. He clenched tightly onto his steering wheels in frustration as he was reminded to top up his cash card by the card reader.
"top up again, how dare they?" yet he can do nothing about it.
Helpless, bounded by the income ceiling, he could no longer get out of the middle class household.
His heavy bank loan in his 4-room flat took a huge toll on him and he could not think of any practical idea than to work his ass off.
He opened his letter box, and cursed again as he draw out the usual telco bills.
The kids turned up their head to the familiar faces when they head the metal door cranked open.
Running up to her father, she exclaimed "Papa wo jin tian de ting xie na yi bai fen! ni jiang yao mai wan ju gei wo de!"
"oh, fuck me."
---
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
help
it'd been ages since i'd been here and there're tons of things that i would actually like to share with everyone here,
Such as the impressive upcoming GTA 5 that have been hitting the roof,
the end of season 3 rewards in the league of legends,
and afew others which might have slipped off my mind.
I badly need to get out,
some fresh air,
anything,
people watching again..
Friday, September 6, 2013
aftershock
i badly have to write now.
and i'm certainly,
almost certain that i'm not in the right state of my mind now.
dazed?
stoned?
which is a better word?
i couldn't tap into my brain to make a choice.
maybe because i'd never made any life changing decision,
or maybe i'm just being indecisive.
i dont know where to go anymore
the fear we all had,
where no amount of courage could overcome the feeling of the unknown.
it'll engulf us.
all in one piece.
i'm prepare to dive,
i know things can never be the same again.
and i'm certainly,
almost certain that i'm not in the right state of my mind now.
dazed?
stoned?
which is a better word?
i couldn't tap into my brain to make a choice.
maybe because i'd never made any life changing decision,
or maybe i'm just being indecisive.
i dont know where to go anymore
the fear we all had,
where no amount of courage could overcome the feeling of the unknown.
it'll engulf us.
all in one piece.
i'm prepare to dive,
i know things can never be the same again.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Ambition
I'm wide awake.
Must be the kopi.
What comes came so suddenly that it took me off my feet.
But yesterday, I smiled to myself as I was walking down. A wide grin, the widest grin yet.
It was uncontrollable you know.
Always when I said, I couldn't feel the kick yet.
I'm not that kind who bully xin jiao with senority if you know :3
Anyways this tradition is just like some harmless school hazing.
It came so fast that made me felt lost actually. Where I would actually want to go.
Funny when you said it. Its like you know what you don't want however you dont know what you want.
Elimination method doesn't work, because there're still chunks of 'dont knows' you have to filter through.
My brain started pulling itself together. And my engine started running. Gears locking together spinning away the dust that settled in. A job, I need a job. An ambition perharps. No doubt, a goal.
I remembered once when I'm young, when we all have to stand up to tell our class about our ambition. Everyone had theirs; astronaut, teacher, policeman, chef, fireman. But when it was my turn to call, i stood up, taking only a deep breathe when I look deep into my teacher's eyes and asked, "what's the top paying job in the world? Then that'll be my job"
"A lawyer.." she replied. My class awed by the conversation that had transpire then.
"Then I will be a lawyer"
"You sure?"
"Yes!"
"You have to wear some ugly maggie mee wig on ur head"
"I don't mind as long as I'm rich"
"Then a lawyer you shall be"
=this post was written 2 days ago=
=i was interrupted by an event that crumbles the skies upon me before i know it=
Must be the kopi.
What comes came so suddenly that it took me off my feet.
But yesterday, I smiled to myself as I was walking down. A wide grin, the widest grin yet.
It was uncontrollable you know.
Always when I said, I couldn't feel the kick yet.
I'm not that kind who bully xin jiao with senority if you know :3
Anyways this tradition is just like some harmless school hazing.
It came so fast that made me felt lost actually. Where I would actually want to go.
Funny when you said it. Its like you know what you don't want however you dont know what you want.
Elimination method doesn't work, because there're still chunks of 'dont knows' you have to filter through.
My brain started pulling itself together. And my engine started running. Gears locking together spinning away the dust that settled in. A job, I need a job. An ambition perharps. No doubt, a goal.
I remembered once when I'm young, when we all have to stand up to tell our class about our ambition. Everyone had theirs; astronaut, teacher, policeman, chef, fireman. But when it was my turn to call, i stood up, taking only a deep breathe when I look deep into my teacher's eyes and asked, "what's the top paying job in the world? Then that'll be my job"
"A lawyer.." she replied. My class awed by the conversation that had transpire then.
"Then I will be a lawyer"
"You sure?"
"Yes!"
"You have to wear some ugly maggie mee wig on ur head"
"I don't mind as long as I'm rich"
"Then a lawyer you shall be"
=this post was written 2 days ago=
=i was interrupted by an event that crumbles the skies upon me before i know it=
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