Monday, February 23, 2009

It's something different

Like a painting to a blind man.

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

A sleepless night

I first sleepwalked when I was 5. I went onto insomnia at 8. Then I managed to fry it off but it came back as nacrolepsy when I turned 16. Insomnia is back this time.

Thanks Yean for the early morning entertainment heh.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Kids in the snow

To fight winter's chill.

Snow storm.

Met Stuart aka the Rhubarb Triangle. He takes the cold way better than all of us. Sneaky guy shook Kevin's hand before throwing a good one right into his face.

Ahhhh. Good snow.

Saturday, February 14, 2009


Life it's like a time bomb. Always waiting to go off.

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

The stupid stupid coke experiment

Hypothesis: If I can lower my coke into the snow outside my house It'll be nice and well chilled by the time I fish I go down to stick all my clothes in the dryer.

Method: Tie Strings around various parts of bottle and lower it onto snow. Right outside window.
Background: Student fridges are notorious for losing stuff like milk, marmalade, oil, eggs and in this cake my precious coke....I'm taking no chances. And when I stuck the beer in the snow the other day it came out all nice and chilly =D

Experimental errors: The heat coming off from vaughan house causes a 1m clearance of ground next to the house to have NO SNOW. My coke sat in the dirt for the next hour. Cotton string can't really support the weight of the coke properly as suddenly jerking motion could snap the thread. Took about 5 mins to lower coke. Hands suffering from serious chills and friction burns from thread running through it a bit too quickly and sticking them graspers out the window into -4. Had no real proper way to pull up coke again. Left that out of original calculations. Had to use a piece of coke packaging to roll thread back up.
Summary: Although there was no snow. Coke was well cold. Although it did need a wash as it was dirty.
Ahhh refreshing.


When I first reached Leeds I had to pop pills and whoops pain killers aren't over the counter legal. So I decided to smack the root of the problem.

All those in nearly a week. Dont worry I only ate half the panadol. Haven't had the zentel yet.

Sunday, February 1, 2009


Why perceptions and assumptions?

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