It's valentine's......finally.....

the day at work for me seem to be a distraction.....basically i cannot keep my eyes focus, my ass still, my hands on the keyboard and mouse. I just have to look around, move around and waiting for time to pass. 3pm....geesh, why can't hours be felt lke seconds just for today? 1520, 1547, 1558, 1602, 1618, 1628, 1648, 1701, 1709, 1721, 1735, 1741, 1752, 1753, 1754, 1755, 1756, 1757, 1758, 1759....

1800, i start looking at references from websites and stopped working on my artwork. Looking; yes just looking, not even reading the text, referencing the graphics....i was simply just looking into a particular blank pixel out of the millions beneath my LCD...... 1815+++, i left office thinking i would probably arrived on time today. Nono, something is amissed! i rushed home to take the "you-know-what" and drove my 2 door, red "ferrari" to my destination. i waited for "you-know-who" and did the "you-know-what" and drove my ferrari, heading for the place which is going to be headed by me and "you-know-who"......

Reservation made, by the beach it was, casually dressed we were, two "moon bathing" facility there were, nice music, pleasant scenery and marvellous company.....incredible.....

living for the moment and improving on every little thing that brings us together to the utmost of our efforts...happy valentine's to all...

Escape the norm

29jan - 9feb
Pre-Valentine's vacation -- to a place where almost Urban Amish mates past time.
It's a no choice kind of situation. But fortunately, the green-faced days are over.

Having to greet the birds in the morning, it's definitely not a norm. Seeing students in a sardine packed like bus means I am reporting early, taking a bus where not more than 50% of the seats are taken means I got to pray hard that the RP doesn't find trouble with me. The first day back there wasn’t easy. The waking-up-early, putting on the greens, the long boot laces and the image I see in the mirror….brings back the feeling felt years ago.

No matter how sickening, how pain-in-the-a** it can be, going back certainly brings about an nostalgia feeling. It felt like I have never left that place before…..not forgetting all the s***, the pain, and the sweat we went through together…..

11feb - an annual event

A terrible sunburn caused me a disrupted sleep. The softest of touch make me cry like a baby, groan like a sissy. It was reddish and I could see microscopic red lines underneath my skin. i was thinking to myself, alittle longer in the sun, probably my flesh would be cooked. anyway, what i want to talk about is the annual spring cleaning my family conducts 2 weeks before cny.

Ever since my bro and i could start walking, we have been doing this. Cleaning starts from our own rooms, clearing of things that have not been touched for a year, old documents from don't-know-where, love letters from don't-know-who, old mags, aged newspaper cut-outs of sexy celebs, etc. next, we move to our living room, dining room, kitchen and balcony. Every piece of furniture would either be shifted into the rooms or lifted off the ground for the next process that is to commence is the flooding and splashing of water. Water is sprayed all over the area and every single tiles would be scrub to sparkling white.

Like the tsunami, after the flood comes the clearing of the water and the restoration process. Hate to say this, but this is the only time of the year that i thank goodness that our house is only a 5-room flat......