Another Kind of Music

Crowds chattered.

Footsteps rumble on the metallic walking board ramp.

The blind guitarist strums his instrument.

Trains came to a halt at the station.

Hot oil frying the dough fritters and puffs.

The elder singer croons his 'Lu Dao Xiao Ye Qu'.

Does this sounds familiar?

It would be if you had slowed down your pace and felt the environment around you.

Life has taken a very rapid pace here in Singapore.

Sometimes it would really be just great to sit down with a friend.

Eat or drink, chit-chatting nonsense, listening to recent pop hits.

Where has this world grown into?

We see new technology sprouting out every part of the world everyday.

Why do we need more of these? Why do we yearn for more?

I understand that humans are relying more and more on technology, I guess we are simply lazy.

Maybe we could just really take a deep breath and settle down.

Watching like the worker on the amount of work he had accomplished.

And ask ourselves whether it was worth the while.

Wardrobe War

RAWR...

Coming to think of it, I should put up a picture or so to flaunt my little closet possessing my dressings.

Nice and tidy wardrobe after revamp. Shirts hung up properly and others folded neatly.

I am kind of a neat freak, so if you think yours is in a huge mess, you can always contact me for some tidying services.

See those Zoids figurines? I spent almost a fortune getting those.

Kind of pains me slightly.

Their colours are fading off and yellowing.

I've got no idea on how to maintain them.

All I could do was to pose them left and right, facing each others.

And amidst the darkness behind the closed closet, an unseen battle lies.

Home Alone Sunday

The best thing to do at home on a lazy Sunday was to Spring-clean!

As my parents are overseas, the family has only me remaining to perform all the house chores.

Tidied and cleaned the kitchen-toilet area.

Packed up the smelly and messy shoes rack.

Dump read letters and tore-open envelops.

And finally did some wardrobe revamp.

As you can see, these are the shirts donned by myself these years.

Some expensive, some cheap, but they are no longer worn.

And they might be disposed, or sold to the rag-and-bone man.

Converse, Op, F-men, Giordano, Bossini, non-branded, some malaysians.

I am a man of various wears, various brands.

As I was packing them away, a vivid thought passes through my mind.

SECOND HAND SHIRTS FOR SALE!

Open to bid, each shirt starts off at SGD 2.00. Each bid for SGD 0.50!

If you take 2 shirts at once, an offer of SGD 3.00 goes to you.

Special offer: Buy 4 and get 1 free, plus, I will throw in another special limited edition Doraemon gift box. Direct from Japan, all authentic!

Interested please PM me.

LOL!

My Wild Random Lust

Two quizzes, two gave-aways, yet two misfortunes.

Finally, I am down with cough and flu.

Thanks to her, for her viral infection.

Tuesday, phlegmy cough, nosie running loose.

But my never yielding body still endured that 10 rounds.

Pull ups were simply never simple.

I never believed I would be in what I am now without those self-imposed trainings.

How much have I changed, seriously?

"Although I am not that kind whom makes head turns,

although I am not filthy rich,

although I do not drive,

although I do not have stylish hair-do,

although I cannot afford expensive wears,

although I am unable to dine in fine restaurants.

But at least, I know that the one whom is truly mine will not expect these from me."

Where are you?

Friday's Five Dazes

Were supposed to leave school early to kickstart our shopping.

But were seriously held up and delayed for friggin 45 minutes.

First daze!

Were supposed to alight at J.E. and have a sumptuous dinner.

But disembarked at the station after that and walked a reasonable distance to where dinner was served.

Second daze!

Recommended to have 'Thunder Tea' for dinner.

But ordered sliced fish soup and rice.

Third daze!

Brought him to the FOS for cheap shopping.

But bought a shirt that was more expensive than his pick.

Forth daze!

Queued at the express counter for just 5 apples.

But shoppers in front were buying airports and cranes.

WTH! Last but not least fifth daze!

Citations Needed Please

Am I that scary? Maybe yes.

Was I so scary? Maybe no.

I guess sometimes people gets too overwhelmed by their own thoughts.

They think by having more friends, by having big mouth, by criticising others at their back,

they could change the mask they are wearing.

When they are still living in their own scrimpy, stingy, smelly world.

If you are really AFRAID of ME, why are you AFRAID of telling ME?

I know you know me enough (not well enough - that's for sure) what kind of a person I am.

Least, I am more honest and I am never shy of telling others how I really feel and think.

Provided they take the initiative to ask me.

I am not that kind whom opens his mouth first.

I am those whom listens, any idiot could see that.

I don't want you to doubt me, I want to be your friend.

If there was any kind of misunderstandings, we could come out and straighten them out.

What you've heard from others' mouths may just be their side of the story.

If you want to get that doubt of suspicion off your mind, come talk to me.

Another Saturday

It was Saturday, yesterday.

A visit from aunt.

Reports, tutorials, lunches, dinner.

I love shopping.

Dinner at Aji-Tei, IMM.

Bought a Natural coloured tee-shirt from FOS.

Recollections from Taipei's Wu Fen Pu.

Wow that's really one kind of a place I've never been before.

Quick and easy shopping, no need for try-outs, no need for bargaining.

Just grab and pay.

Am looking forward to subsequent trips to Taiwan.

Lets go back to Wu Fen Pu. Lets dig in at Wu Jiao Chuan Ban.

Genetics Super-Impose

Will children grow up to become just like their parents?

This is a question I guess many scientics, doctors, biologists and psychologists pondered about.

When I was young, many relatives mentioned that I look like my mum.

Our eyes. The distinctive trait.

Thick brows. Fearsome tiger eyes.

However, growing up years after years.

I see more of my father in me. Somewhere somehow.

Not blowing my own trumpet.

Honesty saying, honest was one great character my father presented me.

My parents were overall good singers.

Not surprisingly, I found that I could maintain my vocals well.

Able to sing properly without the need for specific training.

But just picking up pointers along sing-along karaoke sessions that had long became a norm families-friends activity.

As we learn, as we grow up, as we indulge ourselves in all sorts of nonsense and people.

Only then will we be able to look at ourselves in a clearer picture.

Our own eyes are often distorted. And we need people around us as our mirrors.

Retarded In-School Camp

Mofo CLS camper!

Stained my NIKE AIR!

I wished I could give him a huge SWOOSH in his arse!

Stained my NIKE AIR!

Red paint that could not come off!

Stained my NIKE AIR!

F* U! F* U!

Stained my NIKE AIR!

New shirt LEH~!

ARGH...! My NIKE AIR!

I will rub thinner over your face! Mofo!