Thursday, January 6, 2005

Chapter 25: a tribute to my lost love

the first rays of light takes time to penetrate the lingering darkness. i relish the feeling of the warmth, washing over me. the first time is always the most memorable and beautiful. it was nice while it lasted, if only for a fleeting moment. then as quickly as it materialised, it vanished taking with it, my light and warmth. i miss all of it and i wouldn’t exchange it for the world.

i wish you could be with you every single second of the day. i like the way you smell. the way your touch puts me to ease. i like waking up next to you and knowing you will be there waiting for me when i get home. always loving and always welcoming. take away the days stress and worries. i miss you very much already as i am typing this. i wish things could have been different. that we could stay like this forever, but life is not always about us. there is always the bigger picture. so we parted painfully but i think of you often.

dearest bed, what would i do without you? you were always there for me. i can’t wait to go home and reunite with you. see you later my dear. keep the bed bugs and mites off while i’m gone. i’ll be coming home soon.

emo: mad as a hare on Ecstasy (i don’t encourage the use of it!)

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Wednesday, January 5, 2005

Chapter 24: onions

O-n-i-o-n-s! yes, that dratted veggie, which makes even grown men cry. so what is with today’s topic. well, it is another observation of people. i generalise too much but this is how i work. in small work units. what do people and onions have in common?

onions are made up of many, many succelent layers of gawd knows what but that’s beside the point. i admit i am no biologist. so let’s focus on the layers. i found that people are also made up of many, many layers. each layer, built on life’s experiences. to get to the core, these layers have to be ‘peeled’ or ’shed’. the process of peeling or shedding is a delicate one on both accounts of, onions and people. do it too fast and you will end up with a good dose of ‘eye-watering’ experiences. the best approach is to tread with caution. one layer at a time. yes, you may get ‘hurt’ in the process but you live to ‘peel’ another day. is this making any sense? sure hope so. you may find it more tolerable for both parties, the peeler and the peelee (does this word even exist? Ha-ha). the peeler won’t have to face the full brunt of retaliation from the peelee. where else the peelee wouldn’t be in shock and have to over-react to the act of being stripped of a protective layer. there is time to recuperate before the next ’session’.

it takes a lot more effort and time, of course, whoever said good things come by easily right. the question, at the end of it all is, was it worth it? in my case, you bet! you find some unpolished gems in people on rare occasions. sometimes, what you find are not gems but plastic imitations. hey, who ever said life was simple and fair right? remember the movie, ‘Forrest Gump’? “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get”. frankly speaking, i like the dark, bitter-sweet ones.

so how many onions have you met and ‘peeled’ lately. ‘peel’ on people!

Disclaimer from author: i do not use the term ‘peel’ literally and that is why you, my good readers, will notice the word is enclosed in inverted commas. i do not encourage the violence of, someone going out and peeling another human being alright ;). the context of ‘peel’, in this case, is to get to know or understand an individual. proceed…

emo: dumb as a bum…ha-ha. cheers

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Monday, January 3, 2005

Chapter 23: a pleasant surprise

my humblest apologies for not blogging these couple of days. new year’s eve was spent at home with a bunch of my dad’s friends and also some neighbours. t’was a BBQ dinner with much food indeed! as usual, i was the designated firestarter. the feeling of a job well done is very satisfying. thank god i’ve got plenty of training since young. hmm…wonder if my ex-neighbours still remember the small, fat kid that burnt the hill at the back of their homes. Ha-ha. i was quite the young arsonist, mind you, and still am. must be some morbid fascination with fires from a past life. anyway, i enjoyed the meal and company, although many of them were not of my age. then, the unexpected happened. it happened one of the family friend’s kids invited 2 other youths to join the celebration. hey, the more the merrier right? so they arrived and being the host, i buzzed about to make them comfortable and broke the ice. i found out that Reihan and his cousin were from Malaysia but have migrated to Australia. He was living and studying in Sydney while she was currently in Brisbane at QUT. cut to the chase, it was when she was leaving when i formally introduced her to my dad. and to my surprise, her dad and my dad went back a long way. like wow! small world.

saturday was clean up day after the festivities. yesterday, i was on-call as a paintball marshall at TAG Paintball. there was only one booking by Team Ronin and they were due at 3pm for trainings. this time i was lucky. i only got shot once and it was my shoe. the previous experience, i was shot over 6 times and it was not gooooodd!!! i felt those guys were doing it on purpose. Ha-ha. anyway, i enjoy the sport a lot and don’t mind the ‘dirty’ job, which came along with being a marshall.

today, i am back at work with no apparent changes in routine. i just hope it will stay un-eventful and maybe a few nice surprises would be nice, so long as the negative ones stay away. anyway, i got news from Ms. Dory i will have to backup my colleague once more as he is going back to his hometown for the Chinese New Year holidays. yay! another week filled with anger and frustration. perfect way to kick-off the year and Chinese New Year as well. pray for me and wish me luck people. i may live through this…yet.

emo: sick in the stomach and the head. okay so it doesn’t count as an emo but this is how i feel now. 

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