RECAP

I thought I'd better blog something before I totally forget how to.

I guess amid all the morbid posts for the last few months, the least I could do is to put some good news here: I'm finally going on a holiday! It's supposed to be a private retreat of sorts, but who knows, it's crossing over Christmas! That means I'll be spending my first Christmas overseas!

Still, coming back to the most recent events, we managed to push out a high-profiled series just two weeks back, and it's gaining plenty of fans and ratings. Considering the storyline isn't much of a fresh deal, I suppose the context it was presented moved some people to glue themselves to the TV set every night, which is a really good thing. Too few people are on the television, and it's about time somebody bring them back.

There have been some really interesting reviews on the Facebook page, which you can actually check out here:

https://www.facebook.com/theoathch8

Well, I fell sick shortly after, bouts of flu, cough and fever, then came another round of heat-rash that I'm still struggling to recover from. Have to seriously try not to scratch. But the temptations are just simply greater than the will power.

Anyway, short post today. I actually tried posting from the iPad previously, but seems like Blogger didn't like it. I did a search on the error, and it appears the whole world using Blogger through the iPad is affected.

That much for mobile blogging then.

And wow, Blogger now can't recognise line breaks...

KEYWORDS

I wonder how much you actually care about me. Seriously. I hate lies but I kept being lied to.

PRECiOUS MOMENTS

While we try our best to create little moments of memories, there are bound to be some hard hitting misses. I got one tonight again, and it breaks a lot of me to even find any reasonable explanations. All I wanted was a little time, is that so hard to get? I think I've been thinking too much for others to the point I hurt myself too much. Sucks.

TREASURES

I finally learnt it the hard way: how to treasure people for who they really are when all these time I've seen them in such a different light that I imagined them to be. It's a new lease of life really, to be able to discover the truth behind all that I used to think, that were not!

What a revelation!

For those I always thought were questionable, they were not! I was! Wow... it's like finding out that the square table I been using was actually round!

How silly of me! Never to take people at first impressions or perception, because I can be so drastically off tangent! Not to mention, I might just have lost the opportunity to see the real sides had I gone on formulating only my own thoughts... I'm glad I saw things sooner, that I need to improve myself so much so much more. I may have taken my weaknesses overly defensively to the point I pull others down to mask just that.

But not anymore. I'm gonna reinvent myself. I must. I do not want to waste anymore opportunities or time judging people. Rather, I shall rediscover myself and relate to people in a whole new way!

F

I never hurt this bad or cried this hard.

SOMETiMES i CRY

When I've nowhere else to hide
Like when I wake up in the morning
And the world is undefined

THE DAWN OF MY TiME

Let's see. I forgot my ear phones, and I'm doing a cafe wine run alone without them. So I can't listen to anything except the mindless banter that surrounds. Talk about bummers.

I just got some bullshit responses again, aside from being called a nuisance previously, now I'm like the illegal immigrant over-staying my welcome. Wait. Aren't illegal immigrants supposed to be unwelcomed in the first place?

And as the story goes, seems like people want people for something. Or at least that was what I was told. When you are done using or be used, there isn't much left. Hence, while your value exists, make it worthwhile, go get your most brilliant assets together and be useful. Boohoo~ make it worthwhile. Boohoo~

I'm getting quite upset with finding walls and dead ends lately, seemingly always an open path till it suddenly drops into this... Um... This... Gap. Like a ravine. No roads run forward but down. Or just simply cuts off. Then what synthesizes becomes bullocks - things go nowhere plans go nowhere you end up nowhere.

I think all these came about particularly cos I haven't gotten over anything. For one, ending a relationship didn't seem as easy as it could have been. What came after was the calm, no storm, cos I was too busy salvaging other burdens - the business and everything else that needed salvaging, one, by one.

And that's the problem they say. I need to grieve. And I must, to get over things. I enjoy the freedom, but I didn't enjoy what people were doing to me. So, with gritted teeth I pressed on, hoping to find something new, a new life, a new everything. But as I threaded along, it suddenly feels better back at home ground, be back in the comfort zone, not to face the uncertainties at an age where the discrimination of age and looks has gotten past my comprehension. And maybe because I was stuck in that comfort zone too long, with enough routines to fill everyday that it makes it seem life was full. Then of course, it became full of bullshit.

I want to move on. And I thought I did, but never really did. What happened was me stuck at the point I was about to take off - the plane's still here.

Sigh... Can I sigh?

I sigh too much. Maybe that's why I ended up on things alone.

I wanted to continue my studies you know, get a degree, make me smarter, a graduate. In the end, my plans were rebutted with a really good call - I can't leave the business behind and run. 4 years total. I was devastated. I really wanted to study, because my family couldn't afford it previously. Not like they can now, but yeah, I still can't afford it. But I want to you know. Learn, and play, and be knowledgeable, be smarter, be informed, be creative, be a lot of things. Share ideas, share passions. Be someone that makes the folks proud, make me proud. Yeah, and that's that. You know, that's that. How sad is that?

That one big grouse - business is as such. You don't just walk away.

I wasn't walking away. I'll be here. I'll run the space and study at the same time. But nobody thinks that's possible. Yet I'm willing to try. Cos trying is in my blood. I want an education, but I'm giving in to others' fears. I'm a whimp. Big time.

So that rounds up 2 things that plushed me out.

I have a third. I've become alcoholic. Not naturally wanting to drink or craving for one. I have nothing to do. I like the feeling of turning nonsense. Not really knowing what I'm doing. That numbing effect helps ease the hurt. And it does so with taste.

I'm just thinking where's a nice place to hide, listen to sad music, cry my heart out, wail and rant and act pathetic. Senseless isn't it? Me, thinking where to let off some steam. I'm so done in by myself.

Seasons come season go, my season of hurt lingers just so
Not a wink nor a blink, I goes but on and on
At times it mutters, while asks at others
Why should I go when the tide is strong
I can make you weak as I have before
Just to see you feeble and torn
So I'll stay till I break you down
Till the sun could shine but you aren't shone
The stars could sparkle yet they pulsates as you moan
That the wind would bring but a gust of forlorn
You shall kneel before the end
And beg the things that went
Like how the creepers climb the walls as you wish for hope that longs
No trains will take you out of town
Just the planes that fly you back around
Back to the day you first unwound
As the season of hurt rebounds

But I will leave when my time is up
The day you decide that hurt is done
Hello my love you have my heart
Hurt is but a lovely art

(Took a hlf hour break for Scrabble)

Ok. After 3 games of scrabble, some wine and a soup, I feel worse.

I used to like wine because I used to have it with friends. Good company in short. I used to pull drinks, go by the bottles and enjoy good conversations. As people started getting married with kids, I started wine with casual acquaintances, friends and clients. Wine became a drink, no longer the placeholder for sharing thoughts and exchanging hearty pleasantries.

I didn't like liquer or hard mixes cos they are just plain annoying. They get you high quickly and makes the taste buds dry and bitter. The only one I've had, as a good liquer, was 42 vodka. Smooth and non-intrusive, but that's really about it.

That leaves me with very little to drink. Carbonated drinks make the teeth bad, and juices don't deliver the kicks. So, I'm always with wine. I'd like to appreciate wine more though. There are many short day-introductions, but I never seem to get to them. Such a shame. Still, it sucks when you take wine and nobody really enjoys it. Did I mention I love Rapsany?

Heading home soon seems like a good idea. But with another half bottle of wine to clear, it's really quite nice to hang around.

Oh, where is my love?

So perhaps Aquarians are inclined to affections and relations. And why not? We do make poor sense of logic and space - we only know the gravity of instances and consequences, and more often than not, war and fights just simply ain't our thing. So what is so not lovely about Aquarians?

Did I ever mention Diamond Eyes? There are very few people with them. These are the special lot, they see things beyond clarity, see opportunities even before they happen - foresight is almost a natural thing - they see ahead, they look past history, and they can look into the very fabric and soul of things, or people, and of events. Problem is, they are also a devious, struggling bunch. They have deep thought plans, they work towards their idealogies, they do things to their advantage, yet, amidst all that, they struggle to stay ethical and honest. How does one balance the social corrects with the queers and dislikes?

I've met, or at least I thought, 2 of them. They know theories, they are intuitive, they are forward-moving, focused and accurate. Yet, both times, I didn't like the ethics they worked based on, regardless of the reasons. In a way, I was conned into believing what they say or portrayed wholeheartedly. Left a really deep impression on why they did so. And I cannot seem to explain, at all.

Reflecting, I learnt about myself more. I learnt that I was no better. The only difference is, I veered towards the ethics. I pledged more for honesty that was measured by social norms, and that was where I faultered. I drowned in others' expectations.

Shall I do without guilt? Hard. Granted, mom taught the traditions too well.

I'm trying to figure out what to do with my bottle of wine here. Honestly, I have nowhere to go. Isn't that sad? I'm done with this passage I think. I'm done. Yeah.

HYPHEN

No, I'm not destined to fail.

THE PERFECT SETTiNG

One, I just got called a nuisance.

Two, I'm to sign a contract to sell important company assets unreservedly. It's like selling the roof over my head for a cent.

And these, I have no one to turn to to unload. I feel like crying. I need a hug. I want someone to tell me everything's ok.

But nothing is ok. Everyone has their problems. I want to talk to someone. I need someone. The saddest part is even when I had someone before, it was the same. I slogged so god damned hard. But I'm only still here. This doesn't suck. Beyonded.

MY iMAGiNATiON

While I seem to have forgotten how to move on, comes along someone that seems to just flutter to my heart. No doubt that I was quite blown away - here is somebody so pure in the heart by circumstance that defies the logic of freedom. How does one manage to find total freedom tasteless and chooses to commit into self-restraint?

Assembling the logic was already a daunting task, let alone trying to figure out what emotional values might be present. While I admit I don't feel so strongly about love this time, somehow it was one look I was given that somewhat changed my mind. I planted a soft kiss of friendship - in return, I received an avalanche of affection.

It was a full minute of staring in disbelief, then reaching out wordless to release the inner breadth that took me by surprise. That look, well, I've never seen in my life.

Take it easy old boy. You only have so much time.

SOMETHiNG'S GOTTA GiVE

How about behaving for a change? How about doing something for me sincerely? How about me not demanding and something gets done?

I noticed lately I've been blogging whenever I'm home early. And I'm home early cos I've nowhere to go. I've nowhere to go cos I've no one to hang out with. I've no one to hang out with cos people have lives. And I live one that's built around others'.

Tonight has a bit of that suicidal feeling of not knowing if it's getting suicidal. That was kind of a confusion phase of wondering and pondering about it. I would like to just be in good company, but it does seem like that's not happening anymore. Over investment means you literally end up having a lot with a lot and not getting anything until you are past that need. Then, nothing really means anything anymore.

Gosh. I'm really bored. Even blogging is like a major waste of time. I'm bored. Very bored.

SANS

I haven't type a decent post in months since I wired myself across all the various internet applications on the mobile phone. Then comes the big dreams of trying to plan for a very uncertain future, trying to convince myself that there is something to fight for after all. All that, and time seems to float by so quickly, looking forward to paydays just to pay the bills. I really wonder how long more before anything else can get better.

Investments seem to be the key word for me lately. Trying desperately to put money in useful things. Then, putting time into useful deeds. Yet all these time, things are only moving in baby steps. Of course, moving better than stagnating.

The weather's been freaky lately. Yup, I think we've destroyed enough of nature to bear the grudging brunt. Disasters everywhere, but people are still concerned about bombing one another, killing terrorists, anti-establishing... I don't know. I'm glad to see world events unfold, but I empathise with the next generation for they would be the ones to clean up the mess.

I'm looking forward this time, for myself, hoping to find a resolution of sorts to put some senses into a clearer perspective. Perhaps loving myself was easier without having to love others.

I'm still learning.

My next big goal: skirt the life crisis. Head straight to material goals and die happy.

UNTiTLED

Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be famous, rich, or just simply over-loved. It's nice sitting here alone watching all these hot lesbian babes trudging through the area headed to the party for the night. It makes me a spectator. And spectators are the audience of what's going on. And what's going on is always nice to know when you aren't involved. Particularly the bad stuff.

I think I found my lost link to peace, in a way that means I've got nothing, nothing at all, to lose. That makes me powerful because I've no stakes in anything left. Just like fish and chips. It's just that. Too much oil and it burns. Too little complimenting sides make it dull. What do I want?

I think I need extreme attention. It makes me feel needed. But the worship kind, ya one, not the kind I need to spend time solving problems. Yes, that's the kind of attention I need. For the work I've done.

Dinner will be served shortly at 12:45 midnight. After a buffet spread that ended at 9pm. I think I'm a glutton. Very much lol.

Oh I love myself. Too little.

REASONS

I finally figured out why I wanted to leave you in the first place: you were either too busy, or too tired for anything. By the time you get back to me, I'm already too weak to respond.

That's why I wanted to leave you.

Today, I feel the same way.

AND HOW

I kind of discovered today again, how fragile so many things are. The last I remembered, while I was trying to grieve my loss, who was really there? The family was more inconsolable than I was, my friends were spewing momentous graces, and buddies were pratically nowhere close to knowing what was running through my life. That woke me up. In the end, I only still had myself.

Everyone seems to have their own hands full. That's alright. Yet, I'm one of the firsts to know what on earth is happening with them, willingly or not.

Here's the best part: people's relationship fail, and it's because of me. People's misfortunes are "partially" due to me. And get this: somehow, something goes wrong, and I'm at some point involved.

Truly, someone does care. Or at least I think so.

OPPORTUNiST

I wonder if I should actually admire or denounce them - on one hand they are chancing upon great things that mean to them. But on the other, in the context of building that chance upon others' losses, it suddenly don't quite deserve my respect, particularly when that respect was built on trust, faith, or a simple believe.

I must say, whatever was due to happened, has. So I shouldn't really complain. And I suddenly realize how much people hate me. I'm not paranoid, but faced with hard facts and cold truths, or so some had claimed, I think I should take a couple more steps back and watch the skies, and not wish it fall down just because I think so.

My elementary teacher was right: to be a leader, is to set the best example. I'm just about that bad egg she said I was, amongst the many hatched ones that have gone on to great and mighty things.

Tonight feels like another episode of a stale drama serial, filled with mundane sorrow of the common kind. Perhaps I'm just as common as the patched paint on worn walls, nothing special, nothing new. I'm losing confidence all of a sudden, and chance has nothing to do with it. I think it's about time I took a break to grief proper on the demise of realism, my realism amidst surrealism. Wait, wishful thoughts would be a better description. Congrats.

I want to relive myself in a better light. Really.

MiMU 26.03.11

I was supposed to join in for a recce today. Skipped it. I was supposed to attend a grand opening, skipped that too. Suddenly, I found myself in the studio, doing nothing. Popped in DVDs after DVDs, only to realise - I don't have anyone to talk to, hang out, or even meet.

I'm shittily lonely. Can't believe for everything I've done, I'm just here in the end on my own. Incredulously unbelievable. Is there a place for lonely souls to hang out? I'd like to know.

There was only Ming who gave me a chance to prove that I can be trusted. Turns out the other way now. But at the very least, someone believed. For a moment.

UNDERSTANDiNG

I guess it's true that I'm getting way too emotional about things right now. Thinking back, its hard to just give up on something that I would really want to pursue, be it skill, love, or life even.

It's also true that all we need is that one person to tell us to wake up, and everything would fall into the right places on its own. I have to admit, I get way to engaged when people I'm attracted to start distancing themselves with me. It's not like I did anything wrong, but I tend to warm up to people real quick, and probably send the wrong messages all the same.

But who really cares?

Mi NGi M iS SUS OM UC H

Found myself back here again. So all this time it was me. Stay off the net Neil!

STREET SLEEPERS

Street Sleepers

MIMU

My world crumbled slowly around me, whilst reality kept moving in a direct straight line. Who would know that I be caught in such a pointless predicament of emotions that even I had no comprehension of.

I broke my last relationship cos it ran dry. But surely eleven years must have opened the floodgates of eternity. Alas I was wrong. I loved deeply, but it digressed into mere takings. There was little that remained truly, and I am devastated to know it could not go on. To make it worse, I was positioned as the hammer that drove the final nail in. That is not true. But who, would believe me now?

It also doesn't help that my work piled because of a simple case of miscommunication. Miscommunication. Such a long word, such a simple meaning, such a difficult understanding, such a gentle reminder, and such an awkward generic descriptor.

While the stranger that showed me the way back, somehow, I'm drawn to the invisible agenda, but more critically, I was duped into believing it will work. That somehow, I would be able to walk through the door of happiness just like that. I ended up just waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

It's been a long, long week plus, and I wonder why I did not stay put where I was. Thinking back, I suppose the Heavens gave me the best time of my life in a short 8 days. 3 of which was the only time I could ever imagine myself smiling silly, and the final day a tearful one. Yes, I'll keep imagining a reply. Yes I will. Yes, I know it wouldn't come. Yes, it will not.

By now I should be inspired enough to write a new album altogether. By now. Yeah. But by now, all I need is a kind reply to tell me it's over, that perhaps all these were but a poor joke meant to reveal my short time on earth.

I'm really maxed out like many times before. Somehow, this time it felt different. Somehow, it didn't seem like this is anymore exciting. It's painful, hurting, and making me sick.

MIMU for the 9th day. How many more days should I wait?

KOR TOAD KUP

Sometimes in life, we are sorry. So sorry that there is no more reasons for any excuses. And any reasons also don't make any sense any more. It's irritating.

The worst part is, it's so easy to fall in love, but so hard to love. And I'm really sorry for myself. Doesn't matter that I may have a heart of gold, or whatever else others say, nobody wants it for real. Perhaps everything came too late. Or perhaps I'm not content.

I can keep trying, but that's as far as I would go. That's it. Nobody will wait. And today, I'm sorry. I got lost but found a friend =)

HEADED

I travelled up yesterday, and it's been too many flights in too short a time already. Just had a long seafood dinner and already, it's a changed environment.

Ir wanted so badly to get a massage, and well, given the situation, she can't. Ended up, now I'm sitting in this up market foot massage place trying to act as cool as I can... But the pain and tickle is shit. I hate this!!!! And the masseurs are still joking and having fun.... But I'm still trying to act cool,"$):/569$(2/($&?,,!!8:;)$,/;!&@ Ir i is so hate you!!!!!!!!!

The villa is nice! I so wish to put up some pictures but well connectivity is really awkward here. Should have signed for the plans. Anyhow, will post some when I can.

It's quite picturesque. Very to be honest. Never seen a place this beautiful in my life, maybe only in pictures. Quite unbelievable and I've got Ir to thank this time... Wish I'm good company enough.

Lol. This really cute Japanese teenage boy just finished his foot massage beside me! He's got no reactions at all OMG!!! @,,(:6kfxjks&,67oyd&?;€€?.\%+

A lot ran through my mind since I got here, and it doesn't help that I'm also here to work. The guys working here are extremely nice, but the efficiency leaves a lot of room for doubt. I can see the efforts, but somehow we aren't reaching our destination. I hope things turn out well on Monday.

Ok. Low batt, be right back once I get back to the villa. - 11.20PM

5AM already, and I'm just about to retire. Back in villa and brain's getting weak. Will blog more tomorrow.

Goodnight!

ONE THOUSAND

Considering the stay is rather worthwhile, I guess I can quite forgive the weather.

Today in Bangkok. Off to Phuket tomorrow. Noon flight, got to sleep soon =)

MAYBE iT WAS SO

Tonight made me realized nothing is real. For whatever that had happened, and has happened, it was not meant to be. Many things.

What probably disturbed me more is how volatile human relationships are. No matter how hard we try, there's that hundredth to one chance it just craps out.

Perhaps my own doings are my own demise. What we do wrong will eventually have to be paid back. That's the way things be. And had been. Has been. Will always be.

Today is the sixth day that it rained on my party. And that's the longest stretch ever. It's time to rise above. And watch the clouds.

FiRST MOBiLE POST

Let's see if this actually works!

TAKiNG TiME

I thought I blogged a couple times after the last post, but I think each time it was intended, it never was really penned... I must have spaced out at some point in time.

The year started somewhat great, with loads of projects lined up that could certainly feed us for a while. Then I realised how pitiful it got just trying to manage the workload. Either way, it slowed down due to some postponements, and gradually just faded down.

Issues with the relationship surfaced yet again. While some says I simply don't understand, there are some sympathies for my predicament still. Honestly, it's probably not because I don't understand, but it's more like the bystanders don't really know the back stories enough to make a serious judgement about the case.

Anyway, it came to a final boiling point where personal emotions got in the way of official work, and that irked me big time. I'm okay with tantrums, but I'm just not okay when it's spent in front of clients or co-workers. It's unsightly, disgusting, and definitely not the best opportunity to air dirty linen. To make matters worse, it made the clients uncomfortable, something I would never want to over emphasise as grossly inappropriate.

But well, it still happened. And I exploded afterwards.

The difference this time is, I did not stop to control the outburst. I decided to just let it all come out. Those instances where you've put up with something for so long, and you can't hold it in any longer. Yeah, this time I have every right to explode. And why not? If someone else thinks they have a right to do what they did, why not I the right to react my way?

Think about it. It's truly straightforward. Someone can do something they think it's right, why can't I then? It's not about wrongs or rights, but it's come to a point of somebody wants to do something, and so do I.

So yes, that's the end of the episode for now. What else can there be?

These few days has bad news or happenings piling in and knocking on my already very volatile state of mind. And it doesn't help that my birthday tomorrow is gonna suck big time. What's worse, I dropped the keys into the lift shaft earlier on cos I was too tired and losing focus, buttered my fingers there even though I wasn't carrying much in my hands. Oh, I haven't gotten new clothes, so that's the other bummer. The biggest whammy: my bed broke a few days ago, and I rushed to get a new one only to have them deliver soonest with me fixing it up myself - and now the bed is in, it's a little too huge for the room.

I'm so heavily distracted by the needless relationship bugs that I think I've become so numb and shut out. Damn the believers who thought love was forever. Literally. 11 years of pain, I'm done.

So the ultimate question, why ain't I happy? Because I was not treasured as who I am.

This CNY will suck big time. I'm just gonna hide at home and pray no one disturbs me in my room. It be best I get my own space soon, before the nagging pours in big time just for that.

2011 FiRST

Tis the first post of the year, and I thought I should look forward to differences. Changes perhaps, but I would rather things stop getting stuck in places where they should not be. In the least, it should at least wrangle itself out of stuckness.

A picture to commemorate 2010 I guess!