Sick blues

An average person spends between 5-8hrs each day in bed sleeping...

I, for the past few days, spent 5-8hrs awake...

Why?

Because i am Sick! Sick! Sick!!!!!!

"I believe i can fly"

Today was quite an eventful day.

Arranged to meet jayzson at queensway shopping center to do some shopping and guess what?

Three stops short of reaching the rendevous point, the 961 bus i am on banged into the side of a blue car, which was halfway through the side road leading to macdonald's drivethru. Upon impact, the blue car somehow crashed into the back of another blue car.

Result: A dent each for each blue car; a very bad day for the driver.

For me, a road accident doesn't mean much. Not very interesting stuff; cars bang into each other everyday. It's the human drama that unfolds moments before, during, and after the car crash.

I was sitting at the fourth row at the right side of the bus, just behind the seats that faces each other (strange arrangement, wonder why there is the need for seats to face each other... perhaps the seats are lonely... Anyone knows why?), with the exit door kind of to my left back and front door kind of to my left front. Although i'm in my semi-conscious state (buses are perfect for short naps), i'm aware there are two young teens sitting behind me, probably in their fifteens or sixteens, who are on a date which i realized due to their conversation (interesing stuff...), 5-6 basketballers to my left front, and a group of middle-aged middle class chinese men speaking in china-accented mandarin (okay, they are chinamen i realized).

Due to the fast reaction of the driver (or the lack of it), upon realizing he has collidied with a car, he jam braked the bus. Just like what happens in movies when a bus jam brakes, people fly. In slow-motion, one of the dozing basketballer dived head first (yes he really dived!) all the way from his seat and headbutted the glass panel at the front of the bus. Following him, an old man glided (yes he really glided!) feet first and joined the basketballer. During that, i could see the fellow basketballers reaching out in vain with their outstretched palms, all in slow-motion. Amazing stuff. Luckily for me, my ass is heavier than my brain, so i was still firmly seated throughout.

Result: An uncle with a broken and bleeding toenail; a great bump on the head for the dozing basketballer.

As with human nature, curiosity arises. The basketballers became curious whether rubbing their friend's head would push the bump back in. The uncle became curious whether tissue paper could stop the blood. The miscellaneous became curious about the accident. Voices were raised. Comments were passed. I became curious about the curiousity. Everyday also got road accident wat, why so curious?

Following which i overheard the girl telling the guy,

Girl: Lucky i didn't fly.

Guy: You won't. I would hold you tightly first before you had a chance.

Girl: Have you thought of what if we both died in this accident?

Guy: I told you i will protect you.

Cheesy stuff, but i like it!

Then there is this man who was sitting besides me, he was one of the curious people who stood up to see the accident more clearly. Once he stood up, an auntie who has been standing for ages promptly sat down on his seat. She sighed. A sigh of relief from aching legs. (i think) Interesting. I thought aunties would be more kpo then men. Obviously i was wrong.

After sometime, we had to be let out of the bus. Then i walked briskly to the next bustop under the unfriendly sun, which during then a china man tried to chat me up about the accident. He seems excited. I didn't really hear what he said, as i was more interested to get out of the sun then. But since i didn't want to be too rude, i patronized him with my patronizing laughter. Hahaha. Then i turned back my head and continued to walk more briskly. Behind me, I could hear him chirping away with an auntie.

See? Disasters brings people together.

P/S: Parenthesis are fun! Abuse! =]
P/SS: I still need a fourth basketballer for the polympics, help!
P/SSS: I need more time to procrastinate my assignments, HELP!!!

Dumb strucked

"The greatest distance of all, is not the distance between heaven and hell, neither is it the distance between the two ends of the rainbow... It is the distance between you and i, when i am standing right in front of you, and you don't know i love you. "

“世界上最遥远的距离，不是生于死的距离，不是天各一方，而是我站在你面前，你却不知道我爱你。”

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Huimin:“伟铭，你有忧郁症啊？”

Me:“蛤？没有啊。”

Huimin:“我看你打一场球，打到这样伤心。”

Me:“哈哈哈。” 我牵强地笑了一下，然后就转身回家去。

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今天是第二次看到她，在黄色灯光的篮球场上，场景和作天一样。

我第一眼见到这女孩子，那时她正在打一场三对三的比赛；而隔着半个球场的我，当时就只站在那儿发愣，仿佛一座艺术雕像，脚板好像还长了根驻在石灰里。脑袋瓜忽然感觉很重，虽然里头一片空白。记得爱因斯坦好像曾经说过∶人脑有着无限的可能性。虽然这样说可能会有点莫名其妙，但我觉得人脑不止有无限可能，它好像也有无限的容纳空间。一个成人的脑袋大约1.3到1.4公斤，但我敢肯定，当时浮现的记忆至少有十倍以上。

回忆是如此沉重的东西。

One good memory at last

Just a while ago, I was reading maddox's page and one of the things among Maddox's Hates List, are People who always seem happy. It makes me think whether i am one of those people (not that it matters to me whether i'm on his hate list), as i vaguely remember more than one person asking me how i am always happy.

Having lived in the body of yours truely for twenty-one years, i know my own moods best. I have my own down times, and people who knows me really well, knows that i tend to think about and get depressed over non-relevant, totally random stuff sometimes. I realized that rather than being recitent about sharing our depressed thoughts and feelings, we ought to talk about them to somebody (or something). It sure helps to neutralize the negative feelings. Then i was trying to recall my happy moments in life when a wave of nostalgist hit me It dawned on me how much i missed the times spent with Nix, KH, and company at Piano Bar.

After listening to bullshit by brainwashed peaheads and sweeping the road and drawing/laminating lame classified documents during the weekdays in camp, one tends to really look forward to weekend book outs. I'm normally not a person who likes to go to dark places to drink because i'm a coward who's afraid i'll get giddy and after that do amazing stuff i'll wonder about and regret later. Things like:

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Bob: Hey eush, you sure stunted us last night.

Me: Oh what did i do? i can't really remember...

Bob: What? You mean you don't remember peeing into the beer mug and toasting us with it?

OR

Pierre: Hey, she sure blew you off last night eh, We were all stunted when you hooked up with her...

Me: Oh yeah man, i think i totally lost it last night. But boy was she good! With her 23" "snakewaist"...(rattles on)

Pierre: Wait a minute, you mean pig waist??(tries to control laughter but eventually gives up) You walked out with a *inserts equivalent of pig* last night. HAHAHA

Me: Wait a minute! potato tur...(voice trails off) *Silence*

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Of course, all of the above didn't happen to me. I can get really high when i drink, but never lose myself unless i wanted to (yeah right that's what everyone says. read: foolhardy rape victims... so learn a lesson somewhere ya women?)

But back to the point, it happened that during those days, an BPGHS ex-classmate KH came into contact with me, and it happened that we both liked to sing and drink, so it just happened KH has been hanging out at this ktv pub at boat quay called Piano Bar at that time, and one day i just happen to decide to join him and his friends at Piano Bar. Since then, we got stuck. Everytime i met KH, it has to be at Piano Bar.

Piano Bar isn't really the place with the great decor and stuff, but we had great times there, although it's just a small and cozy place. Come to think of it, those were truely happy days. Sigh... How i miss them.

P/S: Way to go Eush, you just spent your time writing insignificant things when you could be organising your storytelling journal... Damn constructive...

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I see sad faces in school everyday. People are like taking turns having the blues. Can i cheer anyone up? Anyone needs cheering? I can dwell in the upsetness together with you too. I don't mind sharing. My soul is hungry for emotions!

Life's a Joke

I've been trying to make things better. I think i'm trying too hard. Perhaps i've been looking at the wrong places. The thing that i really need or want, it's just right in front of me, but i've been failing to see it.

The man without a face

He: "what did she say in the end?"

Me: "she said no sorry"

He: "what?!"

Me: "yar.. she said no sorry"

He: "Wat? nobody says no sorry to me and leaves just like that! "

Me:"erm... relax lah, let her have a bit of upperhand nevermind one wat. We can easily gain the upperhand if we want to. It's just a snap of the fingers"

He: "NO WAY! I want the upperhand now! This cannot end here! How can she dare to not give me face!"

Me: "You said you are a man without a face wat... so nevermind lah, she doesn't know the real you anyway."

He: "Oh yeah, right..."

My best friend Mohd the philosopher claims that he is a man without a face.