Deus Ex Machina

Over a Stinging Eye

2012-02-01T12:42:00.004+08:00

Had a rather weird but pleasant dream. And oddly it involves people I didn't expect.

Woke up with a terrible pain in my right eye, which hasn't ceased to cause discomfort.

tumblr worthy

2012-01-28T17:57:00.002+08:00

All original, from my genius mind.

Don't be afraid of the dark, 'cos I'm carrying a torch for you.

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And all our dates would be in t-shirts and jeans; and we would be so so happy.

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There's no need for hugs and kisses. I just need you beside me on long bus rides.

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and lastly,

Not a wink of sleep

2012-01-23T05:16:00.002+08:00

And now, my parents live forever.

The Overdue (assignments not included)

2012-01-23T04:17:00.008+08:00

11 January

We brought children books to Creative Writing. Picture books. Then we had to go around each other's tables to browse the books everybody brought. I think she'd have love the lesson.

15 January

Went out with Wayne, to Vivocity. Found out PageOne was closing down - actually I already knew, just wanted to confirm. It was an event that evoke sadness, book stores closing down. On a brighter note, they are having a 20% discount off all books. And I saw a rather cute girl working there. Named her Braces Girl (self-explanatory). Discovered Putumayo. Wonderful stuff. And Wayne commented I walk too fast.

18 January

Got screwed in the same writing class I enjoyed one week ago. Didn't prepare for the book analysis presentation. Sat next to eye-candy though.

20 January

Torrential rain after school. The perfect weather for long bus rides (and writing). Now I just need her beside me, perhaps.

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And then I wasted the recent weekend away as usual. And in between all that mess I am in, I got sick of pretending to go to school on some (most) days, then ended up at places faraway.

Happy Lunar New Year everyone.

Plans for the day

2012-01-16T14:46:00.002+08:00

Boycott school. Checked.

Some video games, and then maybe a run at night.

All About You

2012-01-15T03:13:00.002+08:00

At 3.13 a.m. with rain pouring mercilessly on the outside, ricocheting off the cold, hard ground in particularly violent fashion, that's all I could really think about.

Hungry at 1344

2012-01-13T13:44:00.000+08:00

Maybe I'll have cereal without milk.

Another Day, Another Latte

2012-01-09T23:50:00.002+08:00

I am spending way too much time at Starbucks. And on lattes.

O levels results were released today. I hope everyone did well. Singapore is such an academically-driven society after all.

I see the cute girl at Starbucks is working today. Off to get another muffin or something.

5.36 p.m.

And I just realised I was sitting at the exact same spot from a few weeks ago when I was trying to finish a book. Her book.

6.02 p.m.

Taken off a friend's

2012-01-09T11:15:00.002+08:00

"I’ve always thought it’s rare to find someone you like, who likes you back in turn. Obviously the hundreds of thousands of happy couples elsewhere on this planet are mocking me, but it still seems like a rather tall order. You lucky people should be thankful for your goddamn good luck. It just seems so easy for everyone else except me."

And you thought I was done

2012-01-08T23:59:00.000+08:00

A laptop would have been good. I have my trusty pink book. That's better.

5.57 p.m.

2012-01-08T23:58:00.001+08:00

Finished my tepid latte. Got up to leave.

5.46 p.m.

2012-01-08T23:57:00.002+08:00

Started on my potato salad. Too much mustard. Crushed peppercorns a lovely touch.

5.44 p.m.

2012-01-08T23:56:00.002+08:00

Reminded myself that she'd really like the music they are playing today. Some classical/jazz I suppose. Had thought of this earlier, but didn't pen them down.

5.43 p.m.

2012-01-08T23:55:00.002+08:00

Went to the counter for a potato salad. Amused by a man oblivious that his fly was undone.

Hand-written at Starbucks

2012-01-08T23:51:00.004+08:00

Over a cup of venti latte and some peanut butter and chocolate cake. Got up to the counter to confirm the name. Chocolate peanut butter stack. My gigantic cup of caffeine-fuel stood out from the mostly teenage crowd sipping on their fraps. I like fraps, but today just felt like a day for a hot drink.

Today, also happens to be the day I skipped work. And tomorrow, she starts school.

5.43 p.m. on my Nokia 3100

The Recovery

2012-01-06T15:04:00.002+08:00

Before I could rant and curse about my ill-fortune of losing my wallet, together with the identity, school matriculation, ATM and a bunch of other cards, and also a rather important wrapper, I'd managed to retrieve it. The school had called. Apparently a student had picked up my wallet which I was oh so positive had dropped on board bus service 23. It had.

Now, what's really bothering and puzzling me were the actions of the person who returned my wallet. Why didn't he just pass it to the bus driver? Or perhaps give it to the school office the following day, instead of like, holding it for a day. And what really annoyed me was that the lady I spoke to whilst collecting my wallet reminded me, morie than once, to thank the student. Gratitude doesn't work that way for me. I also found out from her that the student had appeared hesitant n recording down his details. Perhaps my wallet got back to me only because of the measly $4 it had inside.

On a much brighter note, I am really glad to have gotten the wallet back. There weren't much cash inside, and replacing the cards would surely have been a chore. But the wrapper, that was irreplaceable.

Esther Chiew Jing Jye

2012-01-04T11:19:00.010+08:00

How foreign those words seem. And just about a year and a half ago, they mean the world to me.

The rib pokes, I'll never forget them.

The silly train rides to Ang Mo Kio, I still re-visit them, occasionally.

The way she says, 'Serious?!', echoing in my mind every now and then, the reverberations bringing back memories so fond.

The elastic band that she'd given me, I wore till it got so worn out, now resides in a compartment of my old wallet.

The bridge of balloons I did for her, on her last day of work.

The single pink balloon that I'd given her earlier, one that I told her contains magical balloon dust and would result in duplicates of balloons once the air inside was released.

The chemistry I had with the skies that particular night - it was starless and with a full moon, that led to my tale.

I'd mentioned how beautiful the moon was. Her prompt reply was that it was a pity there weren't any stars. My response to that had been, '天上不是没有星星，而是我把它们都摘下来了。'

And the capsules of emotions that were her tears, sliding from her eyes.

Forgive me, I need to write about this.

Thank you for everything.

Pull Your Ear

2012-01-01T13:40:00.002+08:00

So, 2011's over now. This is the part where I do some reflection on the preceding 365 days.

It passed really fast, perhaps a tad too fast for my liking. Maybe there is some correlation between age and perceived speed at which time travels. A year certainly felt like forever when I was much younger.

I actually frequented school (the torment), and my attendance has never been more ideal. And it's been more than a year since I joined IKEA. Got recognized, promoted, then everything went down the drain with the failure to go for a chest x-ray. That, and a series of absences and lack of commitment in December.

I completed my first marathon! The timing's too embarrassing to be shown here though.

Meow.

And somewhere along the way, I found random cat purrs in between sentences to be adorable.

My brother is also going to start Primary 6!

Oh, and what a terrible year it has been for Chelsea. Meow.

The appointment of André Villas-Boas hasn't been justified. Granted, he is still young, and the things he did with Porto were nothing sort of amazing. But English football is another beast altogether. And Torres is looking more and more like a travesty. I really wish he could rediscover the Midas touch that deserted him (it began with the Mohawk).

I am kind of scrunching my nose in disgust with what I've written thus far. Instead of the structured, chronological post I envisioned, it became some random chunks of words I randomly recalled from memory. But it's New Year's day, so I suppose I could get away with anything. Even ending this abruptly. Between the whiskers of a feline. Meow.

The Last

2011-12-31T04:05:00.002+08:00

That I'll be working, and then heading out with the best friend.

That I just ended a long cell phone conversation with a friend, and I've got to work at 10a.m.

That I won't have any access to a computer till 2012.

Happy New Year.

Missing Green Bowl

2011-12-30T02:09:00.002+08:00

Mum used it to store some food in the refrigerator! Such atrocity!

And my noodles won't be as nice I bet.

=(

The Temporary Post

2011-12-29T14:21:00.002+08:00

To remind me to blog about Esther.

And Beyblades.

Nocturnes at 2

2011-12-29T02:30:00.007+08:00

And a little Jay Chou now wouldn't hurt, would it?

2 a.m. comes way too fast.

Woeful Wednesday

2011-12-28T18:26:00.004+08:00

I missed work. Not of the sentimental type. And then I spent the day at home wondering why on Earth didn't I go.

Anyway, a little something from a friend which I found quite meaningful.

Me: Then we just sat there, being awkward and all, and trying to find random topics to talk about to cut the uneasiness.

Friend: You shouldn't do that! You should just keep quiet, and observe each other's silence! Get into the awkward silence part. Then, get over it. Get into the stage where both of you are comfortable with each other's presence, and then conversation will start to flow.

Makes sense aye?

Lame (Crippled)

2011-12-27T01:07:00.001+08:00

It was going to be a post on Yuletide. Maybe the fantastic dinner I had just now.

'It' never happened.

Gotta catch 'em all!

2011-12-24T00:31:00.002+08:00

Bet some of you would have seen this circulating somewhere on the internet,

Charmanders are red, Squirtles are blue.
If you were a pok'emon, I'd choose you.
Your smile is stronger than a Hyper Beam,
like Jessie and James we'd make the perfect team.
I'll stay by your side like Pikachu and Ash,
love you more than a level 80 Rapidash.
You are more legendary than a Zapdos or Mew,
but out of 150,
I choose you.

Now here is my original version. Cheesiness ahead, dear reader, you have been warned.

Charmanders are red,
Squirtles are blue,
I'll fight the Elite Four,
Be the champion for You.

Bet you never knew,
A girl like you,
Is rare as Mew.

You HM05 up my life,
Gave me HM04 to survive.
I'd give you all my gym badges,
Just to stay with you for ages.
You masterball-ed my heart,
Now please, don't break it apart.

You are more exciting than wild pok'emon appearing out of tall grass,
I'd take you out on a movie date, X-men First Class.
I use Repel for Zubats and Rattata,
For you I'll put on cologne and drive a car.

Rain

2011-12-23T17:18:00.002+08:00

Into the puddles we jump,
With our
Wellington boots,
Splash!

The English Teacher

2011-12-22T01:11:00.003+08:00

Swapped shift with Fazeila on Tuesday, and work turned out to be rather fun. That, or I'm deluding myself in fool's paradise. Saw quite a few people which stirred up memories I thought I'd forgotten. Of them was Betsy Teo, my Secondary 2 English Language Teacher (and probably the best) whom I'm rather fond of. Now, there are English Language teachers, and there is Betsy Teo.

'Hi Wei Yeow.'

'Hi, still working there?'

'Where else? But I love it there. You should come visit some time.'

'Nah, ain't too great with the teachers and all.'

'But I remember you. Your wonderful essays.'

Wish I had the heart to tell her I can no longer write well.

Intimidating Orbs

2011-12-20T11:46:00.003+08:00

The inability to make and maintain eye contact will cost me dearly one day.

Meanwhile, I need to get ready for work. 6 days out of a week. I haven't got a life.

And nothing screams her name more than Orange Pointy Head

2011-12-18T02:07:00.005+08:00

It tumbled out, almost on purpose, the last item in the yellow bag.

'Do I include this?'

'Oh yes! That's a Christmas gift!'

'Awesome choice. That's like the cutest thing here! I've got one of those at home too.'

'Haha, yea, that's a Christmas gift.'

'Thank you, have a lovely day. And by the way it squeaks.'

'What really?!'

Squeals of delight erupted in the background.

The Day we address Today

2011-12-17T02:42:00.007+08:00

Today, work has been been relentless (on the mind, and the body; especially the legs).

Today, the soft toys reminded me of her.

Today, I'd hoped she'd pass by. She didn't.

Today, the knowledge of receiving a Christmas card made personally from my best buddy didn't exactly excite me. At all.

Today, I grew scared. And sick. Of how work would be like in the future. Just like today.

The Call, and then, Conscience

2011-12-16T11:35:00.005+08:00

IKEA rang me up. What else but for work?

Had been really looking forward to finishing my book at Starbucks. But then, I accepted the job offer anyway. Figured I hadn't really been committed to work for a while now.

The cough is getting better, I think.

Violent Expulsions of Air from the Lungs

2011-12-16T09:51:00.005+08:00

Coughs are the worst of the lot. Until I get something else and think otherwise.

Dear Future Me

2011-12-15T14:23:00.004+08:00

Read this.

If both of you aren't together, ring her up. Talk to her. Make her smile. It would probably be better if she laughed.

Chat her up on Facebook message like how you used to. Ask her how she's doing. Make small talk. And then some.

Remember how you once cared. Maybe you didn't love, but affection certainly got to you.

Remind yourself how you became the True Heir of Slytherin. Laugh over it.

And if you forgot her name, it ends with an 'A'.

Don't be sad. You did your best.

Sincerely,
Present Me

My Funeral

2011-12-15T02:21:00.004+08:00

I've been thinking about how I should plan my funeral lately. Now, don't get me wrong, I won't be attempting suicide anytime soon.

I just feel that, since it's MY funeral, I have the right to do it the way I want to, right?

I'd say do away with the ugly yellow canvas. I want to make my funeral colourful. Yes, dear reader, your eyes aren't deceiving you. I'll have balloons and lights at my deathbed. I'll hire magicians, jesters, and stand-up comedians. I'll prepare a buffet spread, complete with chocolate fondue. And I probably have to arrange all of these in advance because I won't be alive to see them out.

Maybe I'm just being super optimistic and cheerful towards death, but I just feel regular funerals are boring. People come, they mourn, some cry, and then in a few months' time, some forgot you ever existed. I want a funeral that would be etched in people's minds. I want to make people who attended my funeral to feel good.

I seriously don't get why funerals are such solemn, dull and sorrow-filled affairs. Maybe I am just mad, but I feel that funerals should be fun. It should be a celebration of one's life. After all, we do have birthdays to celebrate our births, then why not use death as the perfect occasion for others to raise their mugs high up in appreciation of my once-existence on this world?

I'd rather have people wearing smiles on their faces then being gloomy and teary-eyed. I want people to remember me as the happy-go-lucky and funny guy I always perceived myself to be. To know that I passed on happily, and that I brought joy to people while alive. Let death be the last practical joke I pulled off.

Cough cough

2011-12-15T00:23:00.004+08:00

The original contents of this post shall be delayed due to my persistent (and very much irritating) cough.

Have a good night everyone.

The Moon

2011-12-13T23:30:00.003+08:00

It's barely an hour from my first post, and here I'm again. Went out for dinner, and the moon caught my eye.

Clouded Moon

and Misty Heart,
You and I,
Miles Apart.

Who is She again?

2011-12-13T22:14:00.000+08:00

I thought I know her, well, I thought...

After having granted access to her personal online journal, I realised there are so much I don't know about her. So. Much.

And looking through her archives and all, the way she writes scares me. They are kind of powerful and intimidating, and they make my writing seems childish.

Do I really like her? Or is it just the playful lure of curiosity and inquisitiveness?

I don't know. My heart just pumps like crazy every time she comes online.