I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Went for a guitar lesson today and got advice on life. Wow.
“I’ve gotta come back to Malaysia la sir. I’ve got the company here.”
“No, that’s not the way. Go to UK. Travel the world. Find yourself. Tell your friends to get lost for these few years la. They’ll be fine without you. Find yourself, find what you want. Then come home and see where life takes you.”
Next lesson is on Tuesday!
Monday, May 4, 2009
“tingly tingly” The voice says.
There’s a pull and a quick graceful motion. Pulling out the practice stick. For blind fencing.
A sudden pressure and the first stance is on. An open one with the stick held centre ready to strike or counter from any direction.
And the litany is.
I need my mouse back! It was specially adjusted to have the right sensitivity for me! ARGH!
I may be restarting my physical training again. =/ Realised I can’t kick anymore.
Ah the international code of taxi swindling. Hey I come from Malaysia! I know how to deal with your kind! Don’t let this picture fool you. It’s actually pretty cold there.
The centre square of the modern part of the city. AwesomenessIt’s Pilot’s dream to eat McD in every part of the world. So we had some crazy tajeen foldover. Not bad. But pretty expensive. My travelling buddies Pilot on the left. Danny on the right. They gave us felt blankets. Awesome.En suite toilet. We ended up having a whole 5 bedroom to ourselves.
Our room door. Not kidding you.
Marrakech 2 coming.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
I stride up the central aisle looking left and right. Don't see her. I frown. I leave and some people look up to see me walking really quickly with a frown on my face.
I head back to the foyer.
I guess it's time to go home.
"You've got a crush on her don't you?" I hear the playful voice, light yet it has the feeling of a well trained falsetto.
I turn slowly around and I come to face her.
Gee thats a familiar smile. Cocky and sarcastic together yet somehow genuine until all that sarcasm. A smile that only goes up on one side of the face. Yet somehow both the eyes feel it. Thats the look I give my reflection every morning to irritate myself awake.
"Heh. Give uncle a hug."
I give her a huge bear hug squeezing her and lifting her off the ground. She freaks out a bit but doesn't scream. Awww the memories.
"You never change uncle."
"I'd say the same for you but I've noticed you've got a new toy."
She raises her left hand to her face and the silver chain straightens out instantly as if it was a strand of mercury. She plays with it using her right hand.
"Heh I sorta guessed this day would come."
"Yeah I thought it would be great to follow in your footsteps. Become a detector. Feel the ping and all that samba you know."
"Awwww and I'm proud of you. Aren't you glad we've figured out how to finally do it proper?"
Her grin turns into a sympathetic smile.
"We'll uncle it sucks that you had to be a guinea pig."
"You get to keep your innnocence and all instead of becoming a corrupted so thats what we all wanted for you."
A grateful nod.
"Heh try to lighten up. Tonight uncle's taking you out for dinner so go off get ready put on your pretty dress and paint your face. Don't shame your uncle by looking by a cavewomen instead of a head turning date."
She sticks her toungue out at me and I shock her by pulling her into another hug.
I hear the gasp of her surprise and she struggles for a moment afraid I'd lift her off the ground again.
Then I feel her arms come into contact with my back when she realises I'm not.
Sigh us old men just gotta keep carving the way for the future.
Luckily. The future is pretty cute.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Like a song to a deaf man.
Like the aroma of a fresh loaf to a man with no sense of smell.
Like a lover's kiss to a man with no sense of touch.
Like running to a paraplegic.
My magic sings. You wouldn't get the tricks of it. Feel it's harmony. And the beats of it's tune wouldn't corroborate with any rhythm you've heard before.
It's all a song to me. And I've learnt how to play a new instrument here.
In the cold autumn it hummed it's tune steadily to help me adjust.
In the chilly winter it played quietly in the background ambient to help me keep my body together.
But at night, Every night in the darkness, the strings put their bows to owns instrument.
The brass; lips to mouthpiece.
The woodwinds, prepare their fingerings.
The percussion, raises their mallets.
And finally, the piano player gently resting her finger tips against the first key.
Where there is no light, or it is dim enough. They play. Most of the time just for me. Sometimes to an audience.
A tune of very much like colour and sound.
Altering probability. Bending the possible. Boggling the mind.
Behold, this is my magic.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Bleh. That is a scary thought.
I don't need the doorknob to get into the toilet. Just the elbow will do. Best to look sleepy as well my muse whispers into my ear and I smirk while I take a piss.
I'm staring at an old fashioned glass with what looks like black amber in it an ice cube that's become a little smaller shifts to the top.
I zip up and slouch out the door. The motion detector says goodbye to me.
I flick my mouse with my thumb and slump into my chair.
An orange window application appears at the bottom. Probably just Mr. Sea Eagle wanting another round of dota.
He can wait for a bit.
Got off the bus at 11 behind 3 housemates and Kathryn invited me into her room just to lounge around for a bit.
They've ordered a pizza and they were waiting for it to come. Robyn had trouble breathing while on the Otley run anyway.
Hands folded across my stomach I listen to them talk about their boyfriends, ex's and girlfriends. And the gossip of whats about to happen next in Robyn's life really. Before long it's already Valentine's day and we wish each other a good one.
I'm lost as to who is who so all I do is rub my chin with a deeply pensive look on my face to deflect. When asked if I'm bored I just cheekily remark.
I'm just learning girls. Learning.
They go on talking for awhile and then Kathryn looks at me.
What about you? Whats happening in the life of King? Any girlfriends?
I give it a little stir and take a drink. It's a black russian. Truthfully I know next to nothing about cocktails. But I'm liking this one.
The lady on stage has stopped singing and she's taking a sip of her water, preparing for her next song.
My dad stirs his G&T.
I briefly read the fire warning on the back of my door. It's always been there and it's just something I read to just let go of things for a sec.
I tell them.
The story of, The People's Frustration.
What my friend's have been grumbling about for awhile.
The fact and problem of why I'm still single.
They're quiet and blown away. And they go,
My dad says "Let's go. We've got a long day ahead tomorrow."
And I don't doubt that. Things never were quick and easy in this job anyway.
I finish my drink. And take in an ice cube and we get up to go. The lady is singing a fast song. One of those I used to hear off the radio when I was still young.
I'm not that young anymore. My younger days are getting behind me heh. I'm gonna be 20 soon, heck I'm more or less there. Next year I'll be travelling alone across foreign land too.
And when all that is done. It's time for me to enter the working world. To bear my responsibilities. And all these little bits of life will just fade away into the background as I do what I'm meant to do.
I would say my time bomb goes off then.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
It's my own experimental Human Chess method.
Wouldn't call it the best. But so far he best I could come up with. =P
Nah just kdding. Perceptions for the camera.
And Assumptions for the stupid thought that my ideas might actually work. heh
Thursday, January 22, 2009
*cough*It's here now becauseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee my sister has this little linky which would tell her whenever I had a new post so I had to like write stuff crypticly and all but even that it was fairly screwy attempt at hiding things because she's got an IQ of 126(bless her) and my cryptic crap(let me praise myself) based of my IQ of 24 couldn't hide.
Studies have shown the sibling lower in the pecking order of the family will generally experience a slightly lower IQ by and average of 1-2 points.
So anyway. It's a new blog. New experiments. New tricks. New jokes.
And a new style.
The new bent is. Since I brought the sexy giant and long time on and off girlfriend to the UK. We're gonna make beautiful kids. Tons of photos. My hulking camera.
Of course it goes without saying I like to write. So I'll also write every once in awhile.
Also while the last blog was still alive someone asked me to write on politics with my sense of humour(Kimberley if you must know) Politics ain't really my thing. But lets see how things swing?
Welcome to OH nine and welcome to the new blog.