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Sex, Love & a Little Fairy Tale.

A little thing called memorabilia and the others we call "wish I never had this/these".
A fine line we call the thin red one, and that cotton and thick thread we make friendships out of.
A tub of paint and a rainbow of blacks & whites, the monochrome of tones amidst the emotions and toil.
A sequence of curling into fetal positions with a halo like warmth, endearingly present.

It's a little fine thing describable only beyond words, like a tale we call The Fairies Come...

New Year Boo Hoo.

You thought right, you certainly did. A certain fool threw the chance of finally doing something 18 with a perfectly good reason, that is, the New Year.

Well, that certain fool spent New Year's Eve at a Tepanyaki cookfest with his family, and the traditional 12am strike of midnight on New Year Day, having a movie marathon. The fool regrets now of his 5 and a half hour mistake and still bares the consequences as headaches ringing in his head.

With lack of sleep, very little inhibitions, a bucket load of possible puke and a handful of wishes, have a very Happy new year. And I stress the word happy, because even if you pee in your bed, shave your pubes or get locked up in your locker in school often, happiness can always take the pain away. For awhile =)...

Don't forget to brush your teeth.

End And Beckoning.

Yu Ting wrote a rather sentimental post in lieu of the new year that for some reason, seemed so tardy for the past few months.

Well, the day is here. The eve of 2006 and the end of 2005, where crossroads are met, arguments are brought over and testimonials accumulated are read and re-read, over and over again.

So anyway, the end has finally come forth in its dirty shoes and awfully smudged mascara, all ready to go through a series of car washes and come out all new to greet us with a shiny new suit and a glistening gold badge that says, 2006. And as we look back in its tracks, we find fallen green leaves of a christmas tree, red shiny decorative balls next to a clay-angel with a broken finger and remnants of our past hiding but haunting in the little cracks of the floor. Just like our famed boogey-man.

We now come to realize the life we are about to leave behind, because whether we admit it or not, has changed in every way possible. Yes, changed by 2005, the very thing that took us by the hips and danced as 2004 went away...

It's a shining moment to stand on this Eve and look far back to the little things we've done, the major and minor disappointments and to the little happy thoughts and acts that we've been shyly putting forth. And we realize that, I've never been this cheerful/sad and that it's finally all over.

Yes, t'was a shining moment. It may have its share of despairing but soon we should realize that time and tide waits for no man and that power comes by faith and growth.

2006 beckons to us in less than 13 hours now. Whatever plans you have, be it partying all night and stampeding into the new year or lying in bed or with your family spending some quiet time as you greet the new year, do prepare your mind for a similar set of 2005. For life's but a rat-race, a tin box filled with little wooden white mice that you'd take out every new year to wind it up and set loose into the world.

Happy New Year dear people, and may God bless you in his strange but familiar ways...

Ironically humane.

I had found times like these sentimentally quixotic. That all our carts filled with dirty grey rabbits could never burrow deep enough. Emotions are hard to handle, they certainly are. But somehow we're like little villagers, children of old hunchbacked farm-wives, naive and filled with unfathomable hopes.

Somehow, we keep finding tenderness enough to count the stars in the dark sky. To find the silver linings in the gloomy clouds. And for some reason our legs give way when we see maidens dancing on tiptoes; but their really prancing around in their ugly glass heels and curtseying with their strange short skirts. How really queer.

But then again, it's only human. Ain't it? We're only strange dirty men in cloths and rags with microscopes in our hands.

Merry.

300 Million years ago we had more hair, more balls and alot less going through our brains.

Have a Merry Christmas you pieces of shit...

Happy Holidays.

This Christmas.

There are times when blatant lies and unfortunate squabbles can become a thing of the past, at the snap of the finger.

Christmas is coming up along, real quickly this year. Just a couple of days ago The Mom and I had a huge fight, the usual vocal stretches dubbed with unkind words and inflammatory snipes. But then, Christmas is coming, and there's something about it that makes us think back and back ourselves down from those petty misunderstandings.

By my computer, on the desk, lays a tolberone-shaped wood piece with my name carved on in bold (a Christmas gift from my Mom) and the following written in subscript:
God Is Gracious
My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.
II Corinhians 12:9

For my strength is made perfect in weakness. That's how we've communicated. By being weak for our flaws to sneak up on us. As stubborn as we both are, we never back down, we'd never let the other have that step. But, deep inside, we harbor deep regret for the words that we let slip out.

Thankfully, we'd bounce back sooner, if not later. With little deeds like these, the past few days of ignoring each other and the significant hmphs and grunts begin to fade away. Erased from the present moment in time, to become past tense and a learning lesson.

Christmas is here and no matter what your parents say about there being no need to bear gifts for them, just do it anyway. Because, bearing gifts is barely the essence of Christmas. It's showing the care and love for someone truly significant in your heart. Think of it as a declaration, a necessity to remind them of their significance.

Have a Merry Christmas, whoever who reads this. Take time to bask in this season of Love and Giving.

No Idea.

Your Power Color Is Red-Orange

At Your Highest: You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth. At Your Lowest: You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked. In Love: You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve. How You're Attractive: You are very affectionate and inspire trust. Your Eternal Question: "Am I Respected?"

What's Your Power Color?

Daily Routine.

Ah, that sweet breeze. The sweet, cool, artificial breeze blowing against my cheeks as the doors open. The displacing air calming my nerves from the nearly unbearable ride. The displacing cool air that awakes me from my conscious sleepwalk.

Stepping onto the platform and making my way for the escalator, seemingly floating over the ground and steps as I descend. As I descend the mechanical stairs thinking of angels and sleep.

It's a long way still, but I pride myself up with the help of music playing at my ears; I stride at my pace, sliding by my lefts and rights... it's still a long way.

It's still a long way, but not long till I'm greeted by the ringing of voices last day sales, only $5 a shirt... and the aromatic scent of bread. It may seem long, but I know I'm nearing. These signs, they remind me to quicken my pace as I battle thoughts of indulging in a delicious mushroom chicken pie.

I salivate as I move along, quickening paces... moving along.

Fifteen more minutes till I'm home...

A Tad for Wannababes.

¤°«Yut¡Ñg»°¤ «·· ° 我和我的倔强 ° ··»
» wah mr brown losing leh!
» why liddat
» johnny never vote for him

tardy ianny.
» hahaha
» he nvr let johnny zhng his car wht

¤°«Yut¡Ñg»°¤ «·· ° 我和我的倔强 ° ··»
» LOL
» zhng liao also no use
» car kena bang
» lol

tardy ianny.
» hahaha
» good point
» johnny shd be happy brown didnt give him the car
» maybe johnny nvr zhng miyagi's car properly tht time
» so kena sued
» now bankrupt
» no money for ingterneck

DEE ENGG