black cloudie

Don’t really feel like blogging anymore.

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Probably the last post in a while. Enjoy your life.

Funerals

Funerals are sad. But everyone probably knows it.

He attended a funeral yesterday, one of those traditional chinese kind. The deceased was a close family friend cum ex-neighbour. They didn’t really talk much throughout their lives due to the language barrier; He doesn’t speak fluent dialect. The only times they met after his grandpa died were the annual Chinese New Year visits.

Bemusing then why he felt so sad at the funeral yesterday. Maybe it was the sight of his wife (he is much closer to her actually). She seemed to be her usual self, but the eyes… the eyes were so different. He thought that she almost wept when she told him that she didn’t had the chance to be there at the last breath. Certainly, all her thoughts were still on her husband and she was still very much affected. She is a strong woman and he sincerely hopes she will stay strong.

Suddenly ran out of words…

So he’ll just end off with this:

Funerals are sad.

Scrubs

Side Note: He thinks that there is an American sitcom about interns in a hospital called Scrubs.

Anyway, today was a light and gay (happy not homo) day as compared to the stormy weekend that just ended. He drove all his Ikea purchases to hall and for the first time, his dad didn’t comment on his driving (except the parking in hall, but he wasn’t trying to park so that didn’t count). Then he spent 2 hours scrubbing, cleaning and tidying his room for his newly acquired furniture. The sense of achievement at the end was indescribable. Just wow.

There is a new black coffee table on a white rug (yes, he is aware that white items in hall get dirtied fast). There is a new quilt blanket too! No more “fur” dropping blankets for him. And the new blanket is so nice to cuddle in! And yes a confession: he is a cuddle person. He will take photos of the revamped room and post it here as soon as he has the mood and time. Slackers do things at their own pace and he has just joined the Super Slackers Club. Must play the part you know? Hahz~ Even though he is an expert slacker already.

Anyway, he had a little chat with Cass (Yang’s Cass) a while ago, before the Scrabble game with Beth. Things that happened over the weekend were mentioned and plenty of advice was kindly and gently pushed onto him. Actually he already know what needs to be done but sometimes one really needs a prod and a reminder. Maybe the way he put things is a little flawed. Hmmm…

Anyway, today is way better than the weekend. Pretty stormy weekend. One filled with disappointment, resentment, melancholy, confusion, guilt and finally, death. Yup, literally death. A much loved ex-neighbour cum family friend has just passed away a day ago. May his soul rest in peace.

Anyway, time to scrub the slate clean and start a fresh page with a high?

Bits and Pieces

He’d like to say a big “thank you” to all of you for showing him your concerns and showering him with words of warmth and encouragement. He will do his bestest to pick himself up and sort everything out as soon as possible. And like he had said during the disastrous (subjective) rally speech that he would not promise you things he cannot give, he will do it.

Because…

Eddie, Eddie. The best already.

Neverending Wait

He just felt like posting this. This is his first poem, written during his army days. No significance as to timing. He just wanted to start transferring his Fictionpress stuff over before he forgets his password again. Anyway…

Neverending Wait

There beneath the starlit sky,
upon grey grass you did lie.
Enthralled by the velvet night,
your eyes were lost in sea of lights.
Words you sang were soft and sweet,
yet a sadness tinged them deep;
For cruel gods have given thee
a hope, a love, never to be.

O maiden beneath unnumbered stars,
gracing the dark night everlast.
Lying upon soft grey grass,
there you clutched your aching heart.
Hidden behind a veil of lace,
tears streamed down your fair white face.
Sighing as you tossed and turned
waiting in vain for his return.

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Joy

He thinks he finally found another thing he enjoys doing today: programming/writing codes.

Today is a long day. He had a digital communications lab where there are more than a hundred (rough guess) graphs to be sketched. Pure absurdity if you ask him. After that, he had to complete the database project with a bunch of his friends. At the very beginning, the mood was oh-no-more-work kind of “sian”. However once he got started on the actual coding, he started to enjoy the process. It’s kinda gratifying to know what you are doing. Hmm… he enjoyed the exploration too; testing various methods and stuff. Like learning about someone, finding the common rhythm… Hmm…

He thought he had lost it a year ago.

Side note, yesterday was the 3rd month since… Never mind. Time to move on I guess. Like aforementioned, today is a tiring yet satisfying day for him.

~grin~

Grateful… Again

Thanks to you all for going through all the trouble to vote for him. And for the words of encouragement and the support. And for the faith. And for remembering him. Thanks.

Fret Not

Why is everyone telling him not to worry? It’s not like winning or losing the election is so big a deal. Hmm… Maybe it is to some people other than him. Ah well…

But then again, he is really worrying about something. Nope, not hall stuff. It’s… Industrial Attachment Registration! Less than 5 hours to the dateline and he still hasn’t made a single choice. And there are more than 300 companies to choose from. Deep shit is an understatement.

Hah~ And he’s mad, grinning to himself at post time.

Speech

dang… the post is lost. and he’s lazy even to put caps at the start of the sentences. he will try to post the speech he planned to make today later

Turtles

He suddenly saw alot of turtles on his MSN and thought he got hit by virus. It was only by asking around that he found out it was actually a tribute to Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter.

Lots of turtles… But one thing he isn’t clear about is… why turtles? ‘Cause MSN has no crocodiles? Crikey! Anyway, here’s to the man, from all the creatures of this world… thank you.