17 June 2009

You always get the things you want. All I wanted was to lie back and relax but what you wanted was to start a conversation with a topic that has great potential to become an argument.

I wait and I forgive (literally).

You started the ball rolling but yet you cannot finish, resorting to losing your temper and shout.

The mouthing leave great scars.

I think there's no future, frankly because this scenario can have many permutations.

P.S If you dumb enough to think that a made up number 1/9 is serious and factual in anyway and not meant to be a passing remark of the manipulation of statistics... then all the power to you.

6th May 2009

Hello Boi, unlike some writers who starts off by giving a glimmer of hope with words like 'I hope you are reading this' or even 'You may not be reading this', I know you are never ever going to read this.

I know because you cannot speak English. I know because you probably don't even know what is a computer or what you need to have the power to purchase one. Also, you may just destroy the keyboard once you get your hands (paws) on it.

Nevertheless, I am doing it as a tribute for you. For 12 years of friendship and companionship with memories that last as long as I continue to breathe.

It was February 1997 and I was Primary 2... I don't recall many friends that I hung out with at that age or what the names of my teachers were... but I do remember it was the time I got my meaty little paws on your pristine, white fur.

At that time, the reason why I wanted you was because the show 'Lassie' was on and I thought it might be great to have a dog like that. Nevertheless, I brought you back to the Gardens with its grey tile festooned balcony and marbled floor, which do not exist now. I had(have) no idea whether you have seen your biological parents, but at that point of time that was the last thing on my mind - because I have you.

Year 1998.
Okay, this is the year where everyone had trouble domesticating you. You would pee and crap all over the place and upon sanitization, you would walk right over it and pee on it again for good measure.

I'll admit, I wasn't very 'kind' to you then. But being only half a head taller than you then meant you were a great dancing partner so I just had to do it. Yes, I know you'd prefer to stand on four legs but who could resist your enthusiasm and lust for playing?

Year 1999.
I lost you once while I was playing basketball at the now defunct basketball court at the Gardens. You were not on leash and neither was I playing too much attention to you; for I was still struggling to learn how to shoot two-handedly... You ran away and I thought you would never come back. I had sat in my room for hours feeling very dejected with my father reassuring me 'He'll go to a better place'.

I went down to take a walk and voila... you were right in front of the elevator waiting for me. Your tail was wagging furiously when I saw you. Rightfully so, because seeing you after I thought I had lost you made me feel like I am a cloud in the sky, like floating on air. If my coccyx was a little longer, I'd wag it too.

Year 2001
Primary 6. Yeah, I was a little more grown up but still a child. The dancing had stopped but not the trips down to the basketball court. We had to move house that year and we had to put you in the rooftop garden at my Dad's office. Oh, do you know who is he? He's the one that hasn't miss a beat with you; that sees you everyday even when you're in the office garden. He's the big guy that's a little grey on top... yeap, that's my Dad. He likes to feed you doesn't he?

Year 2003 onwards
We took you back into our then 2 year old home. How did you feel? Changing from one environment to another again. Was it why you were so frisky? Or was it because the lack of a female companion which was more likely? You'd hump every visitor that came to our house. Even Law, GX and MH - all martial artists, were deathly afraid of your airy tryst.

Today
I brought you back from the doctors' today and boy were you expensive to treat - although it might have been because the hotel you were checking into is right in the heart of Bukit Timah. A grand for a day's work which involves nothing but injections and an overnight stay. The doctor gave up hope on you because they say they had done everything they could already. They didn't give you more than a day to live.

You're back home now... which barely the energy to blink. Your legs are cramping and are straight. You cannot even eat liquid food because you'd puke it out 5 minutes later. It's 10.07pm now as I'm writing this. Realistically, I know you'd be breathing your last very soon. I don't know if you can last through tonight but I hope you do, because my girlfriend Sandra will come see you again tomorrow after her papers. Do you remember her? She and I got together exactly a year ago yesterday. She knows you're weak too; after carrying you in her arms and know how lifelessly you felt.

So I'm sitting here typing all these out on what looks like food to you. I know you won't be able read this. But for whatever reasons you learn how to read english and use to internet while you're up there... be sure to search my name against blogspot. We've been together for about 12 years now and I'm going to hold it to you that you know my name...

Loves

1st Year

Happy 1 year! <3 (:

5th May 2009

从那遥远海边慢慢消失的你.本来模糊的脸,竟然渐渐清晰.想要说些什, 又不知从何说起 - 只有把它放在心底.

如果深情往事你已不再留恋 - 就让它随风飘远.

如果大海能够带走我的哀愁 - 就像带走每条河流.

所有受过的伤, 所有流过的泪 - 请全部带走.

3rd May 2009

YOU SEE I HAVE THE POWER TO INSPIRE PEOPLE muahahaha

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So onto something in my life.

The vet says that Boi is going to die in a few weeks if he doesn't eat; which is not hard because he has absolutely no appetite...

Being the kind person that she is, mum bought bundles of his favorite snacks and he's starting to eat again. It's a bit sad to reach this stage actually. I had Boi when I was primary 2 and he was two months old then (around 1 year old in human years). Now I'm 20 and he's reaching the end of his days (91 human years). It's kind of sad really, but you can see the phases in life that a human goes through, through the analogous nature of a dog's.

When he was juvenile, he had ears that pick up vibrations in the air from miles away - running from the far end of the house to the entrance the moment the unlocking of the door occurs.

When he was young and boisterous, he had hind legs that's as strong as the best of them - jumping up to my shoulder to obtain his food. Now, he can barely stand to reach the height of my knees.

When he was in the prime of his life, he had eyesight that's as clear as day - fetching balls and thrown snacks in one fell swoop. Now, he can barely aim to bite a piece of snack held out in front of him.

You are old now Boi... maybe it's time for you to go soon, or maybe not; I do not know, only time will tell. What I know without the essence of time as a factor... is that you are the best dog that I've ever had.

It's a sad thing to go through, this. You know that somethings are going to happen and you're not going to love it one bit - yet it's nothing that you can do about or have involvement in.

29th March 2009

Good from far. Far from good. Good things not cheap and cheap things not good. These are all catchy phrases that we hear daily as we go about our lives. Nevertheless, brilliant as they may be, they are almost exclusively quoted by people who know nothing about the product or woman they are talking about. They just say it because they want to seem smart.

As a result, whenever you speak to these kind of people all you think is, "Mmm... I know you copied this off elsewhere and would you please go away.'

So what about phrases that are less flowery and more practical? Are they doomed to be relegated to the wayside because they command less attention? I don't get this because they work just as well and without causing potential confusion when you can't seem the grab what that smart alec mofo is trying to get at.

This brings me on to people. People who spend their entire lifetime dressing up and trying to look good before going out to meet their friends. They wear Gucci and LV, smoke Habannas and dine in Les Amis or Li Bai. They seem so bright and brilliant up until the point when you speak to them and you know they haven't brushed their teeth nor have any intelligence. They like to brag about their spectacular results and what schools they've been into even though people around them couldn't care less. As a result, their initial catchy-ness impressed but all it served to do is to help common people like me stereotype them into something handy. Or a 'tool' in other words.

So what about those people who buy their apparels at GAP or Topshop, smoke Marlboro and dine at Cafe Cartel? Catchy they might not be initially, but they most of the time they deliver - in intelligence, hygiene and attitude.

I know what you're thinking. What about those people that dresses themselves with clothing from your neighbourhood stores, too poor to smoke and have to eat at home? Well, people like them can vary drastically. They either try-too-hard and buy an imitation of a fake Rolex or they posses a tremendous amount of talent and knowledge through their experience Ala Slumdog Millionaire.

Crazy as it might seem; I think I prefer a simple, proper sentence.

23rd March 2009

Being an absolutely sad mad, I know that the Mazda RX-7 FD series has a 1.3L Wankel rotary engine with sequential turbo chargers coupled with rear-wheel drive. People fond of such cars usually would buy this car and upsize the turbo to produce anywhere between 400-700hp. The trouble with such a vehicle is the unpredictability that arise as a result.


Mazda Rx-7

The turbo would kick in at ~5000rpm, suddenly and violently, while you are negotiating a corner; effectively throwing you down Sheares Bridge and into the sea. Also, the gigantic turbo forcing air into such a small displacement means the motor blows up every now and then. It's a bit like having an excellent friend who is always game for a night out in town, going to parties or just chill out in a pub. The trouble is that he does like to stab people with knives occasionally - knowing that, you never really let your guard down.

Unfortunately, I've let my guard down a wee bit too much w.r.t a friend since primary school. Just as I thought everything was okay and your bad habits have changed, *poof* there it is again; unpredictable. If you borrow money, it's only responsible to return it on a date agreed beforehand. I know you neither have the best reputation for returning money (which nearly everyone I spoke to agreed, apparently) nor have the best intentions when coming out to town with 20 cents in your pocket... but to not pick up calls and SMS-es from a friend you knew since primary school because you owe him money?

If you are not aware I didn't ask for the sum of money back on the first 'incident' or talk about it anymore. Just so you know, it's more than 20x the amount you owe now. Well, your reputation is gone. Everyone knows you have not many friends besides the curly-haired man who borrows 10cents from many people to buy a drink with no intentions of returning... just something to think about.

Sadly, for me, I wish the turbos on the RX-7 were kept to the original size. That way, I wouldn't have the unpredictability and unreliability of a big turbo...


Big $%&* turbo

12th February 2009

LAST DAY OF SCHOOL YESTERDAY 44.5/50 and 19/20 for my last two papers plus an A for my Final Year Project to go with it.... so it's not too bad. But I still have 2 more papers to take... Grawr.

I'm sorry almost every post has an element of 'Cars' in them... I just cannot help it. However if I have to choose an experiences I definite must blog about, it'll be yesterday.

Modded and Tuned R35 GTR.

If you think an Evo or STI is breath-taking... good luck with a GTR, your lungs are bound to deflate and destined to never pop back into shape again.

The pull is just so immense and the pull never ends. It's acceleration so immense even in 4th gear - it is akin my car's acceleration in 2nd... and those of you who tried mine in 1st/2nd WOT will know it's a freaking hit to your neck/back. So try imagining the 1st, 2nd and 3rd gear of the GTR.

It corners at unbelievable speeds as well. The grip is damn freaky.

P.S 0-200km/h in about 11s or so... but dared not go any faster/further. Again I want to stress that this is a 'race track' (no officer, nothing sarcastic with those quotes). With traffic lights though.

No wonder this car went round the Top Gear test track faster than almost anything else.