<<秋雨>>

夾著寒風的秋雨﹐ 慢慢逼近村落里

灰色雲集﹐ 已閃著雷光在哭泣

樹上龍鬚根﹐ 程著風儿翩翩起舞

羞澀的陽光﹐ 快落在西邊山脈里


大小孩們﹐ 快步跑回木屋避雨

樹上松鼠﹐ 立急回到樹洞保暖

村內媽媽﹐ 忙著把衣服收好了

田里叔伯﹐ 擺好鋤耙具歇息去


強風毫不留情的橫掃整片村莊

就像我對你的思念一點也不假裝


三年前的今天﹐ 你安撫我

說要等你的歸來﹐ 娶我過門

抗戰三年﹐ 烽火連天﹐ 沒一晚可安眠

落下的豪雨﹐ 不只灌溉了田地﹐ 還帶著同胞濃濃的血腥


夜晚的黑暗緩緩侵襲﹐ 我就蹲在門口旁

抱著膝蓋﹐ 咬著下唇﹐ 拿著微微點燃的紙燈籠

橙色火光微微地把週圍點亮

雖然小﹐ 但一點也不被打下來的雨滴威脅

就像你的堅持﹐ 從不向困難以挑戰屈服

雨季也慢慢的離去﹐ 你依然沒有回來

村莊少了不少影子﹐ 大家也都逐漸習慣了

落下的眼淚它含著某個意義

微笑背後又隱藏了哪個秘密

愛啊﹐ 你雖然不會再歸來﹐ 但我卻不曾感到你的離去。

O'sweet Jesus Night

Since when was Christmas ever important to me?

Other than it being a public holiday here in Singapore, the significance it has in me is no more than my own birthday, which again, is just another day of the year.

I am no Christian, ain't no lord nor Jesus Christ.

No, again let me stress that I am not spreading radical views about Christianity.

It is after all, just one big religion faction out of many others, and I happened to disbelieve it.

Alright, enough of my beliefs and your disregards.

After the busy week 13 with dinner and dance. See the beautiful pictures of CLS hunks.

Preceding to Christmas week with chalet over at Island Resort, East Coast Park.

This year's Christmas eve was my cousin Lissa's 10th birthday too. Look at her, the bo geh, smiling so delightedly, enjoying all her companions and presents.

The Island Resort, more like Indian Resort, may be due to close by next year.

Little Meredith was too shy to take a photo lol!

Why Indian Resort? Anyone whom has been there recently should be able to observe that their employees are all not non-Indians. Not forgetting that the tenant next door was a huge family of North Indians. Booming their forever loud and disco-like Bollywood music, setting out chairs at the clearing, drinking hard liquors and even dancing at the porch! What a formidable sight and hearing, I was open-mouthed amazed.

Or you could call that a 'jaw-dropping' experience, they were simply ecstatic, I can't bear to watch more. That was for my '07 Christsake experience, what was yours?

Stupid Blogger, my paragraphs can't work! Now my sentences are stuck together to get themselves warm and comfy -,-

Turn The Night On, The Dance Floor

Sweeping away all the used dishes, wrapping off the soiled table cloth.

The emcee put away the mike, threw away his scripts, wished everyone to enjoy the dance night.

The background lights fell, the heat from the searing spot lamps slowly cool off.

Wiping their mouths clean, sipping one last mouthful of the sweet mango dessert.

Everybody rise to get their butts out of the cramp ballroom.

Many head off to leave the hotel, some rushed off to clear their bladders.

Others stay for some photo-taking session, while a few remained inside the dark ballroom.

TURN UP THE BEAT Deejay! HOLY BLAST THE TUNES!

Disco lights, featuring blue, red, violet, white and green rays, lit up a small area just in front of the stage.

Two colossal woofers rooted to the floor, ready to boom the quiet night aloud.

Other surround speakers cleared their throat, preparing to scream everyone heads off through the ballroom.

Boys and girls, dress so well, so gorgeous, so masculine, so sexy.

Moving with the music, dancing to the flow, shaking their heads and limbs as if drugged.

Oh my gorgeous lady, threw her heels aside, let down her pinned hair, going crazy as the decibels grew.

Hi Mr muscle, stripped off his outer coat, giving way to reveal his bright tank top tightly clasping a gym-toned body.

No one gave up the chance of imitating those sleek movements they saw on shows or videos.

But eventually forgo it when they realise the surrounding people start to giggle hysterically.

Girls coming together to form two parallel lines, putting their hands together to form the most simple form of Limbo Rock.

While boys start to circle a single target, pounce on their prey without further notice and threw him into the hair-spray and sparklers-filled air.

Some prefer to just sit by watching these party animals unleashed, sipping away iced drinks, chilling out.

As the woofers continued to boom heavily, the DJ busy with his machines, our hearts never stopped thumping along, missing a beat or two as the tempo increases.

C'mon people, do not hide, do not hesitate, the dance floor is where you let loose, is where you go with the groove.

Promiscuous Shakira will smack that girlfriend of yours bad boy and throw away her umbrella of misfit because she is numb, and she knows that her hips don't lie and everyone will bet she looks good on the dance floor.

Annual Dinner & Dance 2007

19th December 2007 was a grand day for all of us whom took part in the ADD held at Hilton Hotel, Singapore.

Dressed in our best, hoping to gain some eyes on us.

And yes, we did it by entering the ballroom late, just as the Director was delivering his speech.

After dehydrating and boring the sweat out of many, the Director finally ends his speech.

And yes, the dishes were served, satisfying our hungry stomachs.

Though the dishes were kind of badly done, all of us still had fun snapping photos with each other.

And Mr Hot Guy me, a.k.a wore three pieces of top, which comprised of a Polo, a shirt, and a coat.

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Standard Operating Procedures (SOP) for ADD

1. Meet up with Ed after his lovely and mushy lunch with his love-love -,-

2. Rush down to Dan's place via Singapore most efficient transport - the MRT (also the most effective sucide mode these days)

3. Relax, eat and peep at Dan's place

4. EAT somemore then bath and wear clothes

5. Start work with hair styling

6. Take pre-leave-home photos, then wear shoes

7. Head down to United Square as Mr J needs to collect Suzuki Swift

8. U-turn and head back to Orchard road, park car and walk to Hilton

9. Take the escalator to the 3rd level and enter ballroom

10. Sit down, relax, see girls, enjoy

FWoah Thanks Dude

Wow seems like there are many new folks hopping by to view my little shite and commenting.

Really appreciate it, and of course, in recognition I shall improve on my language skills.

But no matter who you are, I would gladly stress that please put some kind of respect in your words.

I have no idea what background you were put up in, and definitely have not a slightest clue who or what linked you here.

This is where I piss and write nonsense, there are bound to be mistakes.

Not forgetting the previous post, I know where the mistakes are, but due to the Chinese typing programme I employed, it was unable to ascertain and correct the mistakes.

I apologise to you if you had 'almost died laughing'. Wari wari~

You ought to, of course, please laugh, you should live longer through laughing instead.

I am not a poet, nor a writer, I am just an average schoolboy, whom wishes to express myself, too.

Just like all of you out there. I am sure you don't wish for shite to happen around you.

And you of course would not wish for shitty individuals to come around you and start criticising your mistakes.

I still have much to learn, and truly thank you for telling me things that might have been otherwise invisible to myself.

Just a note, while somebody can remain to feel inferior and not do something about it, another person is busy making mistakes, becoming superior over time.

Let's all learn and grow through mistakes.

Peace out =)

The Unforgiven Toast

來吧﹐ 放馬過來吧。

怕嗎? 來吧﹐ 為何敢做卻不敢當?

你的疑惑和焦慮只能讓你無法安眠。

我仁然恨他﹐ 但他卻使中幸運。

原來事情並沒有想象中的簡單。

他所犯下的不該等錯誤以在無形中堆積如山。

一點一滴的眾和至一。

一刀一槍的狠狠地往我的心靈划去﹐ 流下無數的疤痕。

在我眼里﹐ 他已不該再有個地位﹐ 不該再有個出現的理由。

你的私心以及傲慢是令我最看不過﹐ 最無法體諒的行為。

你雖然富裕﹐ 但是你的心胸狹窄﹐ 人為寒酸小氣。

無法忍受那一點點的恥辱﹐ 那你要這麼使大家感到敬佩?

朋友啊﹐ 別說我不給大家個機會﹐ 就這一次。

不要讓各位下不了台﹐ 以免大傷和氣。

改改吧﹐ 花些時間﹐ 想一想﹐ 檢討自我。

我也不會就這樣輕易地放棄。

當然﹐ 人之常情﹐ 就算是天天相見的同學﹐ 也難免會產生摩擦。

我相信﹐ 我也能在未來的日子里﹐ 尋找更多的進步以及滿足!

乾杯!

STFU NOOB!

Why do you bother?

Why do you care?

Why do you dare?

To think that what you have long wanted was to surpass me.

To think that with you capabilities you could overcome me.

The more you are trying to hide.

The more you reveal your true ugly self.

To even thought that what you wanted to beat me in was none other than a fitness examination.

How foolish. How childish.

You are making me laugh.

To me, you are none other than a big joke.

What you have imposed on yourself are none other than worthless efforts.

There's no need to try, because you can't fry.

Then if you can't fry, don't bother to learn to fly.

Juxta-random-pics Post

Hungry Hungry Saturday

Crazy chocolates, creamy puffs, spicy mee goreng.

Butter fried rice with shallots, thick oily curry, tender mutton rendang.

Smoking hot steamed siew mais, springy spring rolls, crispy fried youtiao with fish filling.

Over sized threadless, ugly marathon picture, Goldlion belt.

Renoma sport socks, strap-less slippers, CRT monitor.

Brown wrist band, bloated stomach, constipation.

Countdown to Showdown

After three years of waiting.

After three years of intensive training.

After three years of sheer pain and sweat.

7th December 2007 -- the day I compete against myself.

As number '67' ran pass the Finish line.

His heart stopped.

The time around him simply froze to subzero.

Loud yells and supporting cheers fell into the background.

The decibels dropped, turning silent, turning still.

Every drop of sweat that trickle down my forehead.

Every bit of carbohydrate burning to feed my pumping muscles.

Every single moment of the rigourous training I have yet to forgot.

Everything collapsed, disintegrated into tiny specks of sparkling dust.

That rapidly vanquished into the atmosphere like light rays escaping into a black hole.

The dark sky.

The wet track.

The shiny spotlights.

The tickling stopclock.

Out of breath.

Out of it.

Running Perspiration

Today, was one grand Sunday for approximately 40,000 active runners.

Coming from all over the world to our humble little island.

Just by the side of One Fullerton. Sea of participants in their attire.

Crowding by the Start line, waiting for the gun shot, gathering all their might they have to complete the race.

Sweating ah, dehydrating ah, beating sun ah.

Mass of blue Adidas set out for some long march before the sun was even awake.

In an hour and ten minutes, we completed our race with grace, leaving many breathless faces eating our dust.

Still we were dissatisfied with our timing, but nonetheless it was our first long distance competitive run.

Dreaded by our lethargic feet, we lounged at Starbucks, reading newspaper sipping away Mocchiato.

Until Ms Hya arrives and we left for lunch at de Pasta Waraku.

Sumptous lunch were served and we ate our fill, the portion was fine, the food suits my taste.

Shopping afterwards.

Which ended up fairly much fruitless.

There are too many things that we want, too little we need and none we could afford.

Said goodbye to Ms Hya for taking her time to shop with us, but did not get anything, too.

Painful legs then carried us back to our cozy home.

PTN Gathering the Sixth

Not just the sixth, its the last as well.

But I never understand why the special three were absent.

Were they simply absent-minded?

I guess not.

We really enjoyed the buffet lunch, steaming hot-pot and sizzling meat on teppanyaki.

No matter who were there or not, all we had to do was to indulge ourselves in the free flowing foods and endless poking fun and laughter.

Not forgetting the couples whom like to sit shoulder to shoulder. Hehe

A pity we did not get them to deliver some hot kisses and passionate touches over the pan.

Myself, I felt tons of energy flowing inside me after the meal.

Guessed that there were too much saturated fats building up, clogging my arteries lol.

After over-stuffing ourselves with food and nonsense.

We went on to do some shopping for formal wears for Mr J and Ed.

G2000 was selling some proper shirts, went off to ZARA and made an abrupt turn back.

Why? Simply because we can buy two shirts at G2 at the price of one piece at ZARA.

Proceeded to X:SQUARE Domanchi to get some nice ties for Ed to choose from.

Without hesitation, I picked up a white with thin silver diagonal striped.

And that was the one he paid for eventually Ha.

I am not admitting that I am not a fashion geek.

I still can afford appropriate shopping, colour choosing and spotting seasonal trends.

Therefore, calling out to all.

Who needs a shopping kaki for advice and good companion who can crack lame jokes.

Call me out LOL!

No nerds.