thy hokkienrian in the world of FISH&CHIPS

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 17:38:00 +0000

A host said on a tv programme "make a cross on a mosquito bite n it will go away"

I told you!

And another host said " use a ball point pen and circle the mosquito bite, it helps too"

Lol.lol.

Have you met someone who can tell you this kinda jus-for-laugh shit?

I was in the toilet yest, thought abt life n started tearing uncontrollably. I have cried so much I know the difference between tearing, crying and weeping.

How amazing was it for two disgusting ppl to feel comfy together? Is this really not something worth keeping?

That spot on my back hurts. I think it's that spot.

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 19:10:00 +0000

I know we can upset the shit out of each other.

But you know what.. Looking back...

I have not seen you laugh as hearty, as at ease and as comfortably with everyone else but me.

When I pressed ur toe, when you imitated my bro..

And it's the same here.

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 17:27:00 +0000

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 17:19:00 +0000

I hope you saw this...

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 15:47:00 +0000

You're the only one who dared to laugh at things I say when I'm fuming mad. And i just can't help but to laugh and smile along after two secs.

And we saved to take an hour flight or a 6 hour train ride just to spend those moments with each other.

And festive seasons, we make merry with cheap roasted chicken and potatoes, accompanied by apple and pear cider. We had cha pa lang porridge and laughed when we weren't invited to your mate's bbq.

we spent all our money in ASDA because that made us excited and happy for a long while.

I yawned in the museum and listened to you for hours on steam engines jus because you loved them and I loved you.

I made ur name in snow because that my first time experiencing snow, just like how it's the first time i loved someone so deeply.

you always lost me in crowds but never failed to find me.

i looked forward to graduation so i can be home with you.

and then..
you lied to me about every single thing.
you denied everything we had.

my heart. my mind. remains broken.

you said you will take time to think? did you?
your track record says no expectations because it's always disappointing.

are you better? taking care of ur lungs or smoking even more?
taking care of your finances or spending more?
yes, i forgot it's none of my business.

i hope you're better this way.

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 20:57:00 +0000

Happy Birthday.

I hoped mark did the macdonalds thing for you. Else, i hope someone celebrated for you

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 11:46:00 +0000

Treat your girl right, bro. Plain and simple.

I know it can be hard to please her sometimes, but it’s worth it in the end. Remember that she’s your happiness, your world. She should be the first person you talk to in the morning, and the last person you whisper “Good night” to. Unlike some of your bros, she’s going to be there for you when you’re the happiest, but more importantly, when you’re at your lowest. She’ll cook for you and care for you, so treat her like a queen. Girls are delicate creatures. Think before you say. Think before you act. They take every little mistake you make and multiply it by a thousand. So try not to mess up, aight? When you’re fighting, sometimes it’s better to put your relationship before your own pride. You’re not helping yourself by making her upset, bro. And never, ever, under any condition, let her go to sleep crying. She’ll resent you for it for the rest of your days. Don’t forget to make her feel special everyday. Open doors, go shopping with her. Hell, make dinner for her! The more you show her you love her, the more she’ll give you in return. Remember that an “I love you” via text is never as special as one in person. And show her off to your bros, don’t be ashamed of her. She’s never been ashamed of your dorky ass. Look, she doesn’t really need much in a relationship; she just wants to feel like she matters to you. That’s not asking for much, bro.
But if you haven’t learned a thing from reading this, remember this. Love her unconditionally, loyally, and keep her close. Love her with everything you’ve got: emotionally, mentally, and physically. Because I swear, if you won’t treat your girl right, someone else definitely will.

by: Karl To

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 10:15:00 +0000

The Unwritten Love Poem

Adapted from http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/02/12/the-unwritten-love-poem/

Almost ten years ago, I wrote an unsigned love poem to a girl I hardly knew. I told Brianna, among other things, that life was a blaze of magnificence, that she made it even brighter, and that someday I would spend everyday with the prettiest girl in the world.

When she read the poem she got goose bumps, smiled from ear to ear, and daydreamed about the gentleman behind the poetic prose. She showed it to her sister who sighed and said, “How romantic… I wish someone would write me a poem like that.” Then she showed it to her parents. Her mom smirked, but her dad frowned and said, “Don’t waste your thoughts on a foolish boy hiding behind a silly poem.” Finally, she let her new boyfriend read it. In a grim voice he said, “Let me know when you find out who wrote it, because I’d like to give him a piece of my mind!”

Despite reactions ranging from enthusiasm to aggravation, she kept the poem and still has it in her possession today… nearly ten years later. Her younger brother, Jose, recently found it neatly folded and tucked between two pages of a photo album she keeps in her den.

I know all this because Jose told me. He and I met in school ten years ago and we have been best friends ever since. He was, frankly, the reason I wrote the poem.

A Second Glance

“Your sister is pretty,” I told Jose during my first visit to his home.

“Forget about it,” he said. “Brianna has buff guys fighting for her affection everyday. You couldn’t hold her attention long enough to get a second glance.”

“I could if I wrote her a poem,” I replied.

“She has guys writing her romantic crap all the time,” he said. “She’ll just toss it out with all the other failed attempts.”

“Not mine,” I insisted.

“You’re crazy,” he chuckled. “Go ahead and try. Make me laugh!”

I wrote the poem that evening and mailed it anonymously the next morning.

I Thought I Was Special

The poem I wrote Brianna wasn’t genuine, at least not in my mind. I wrote it because Jose doubted me. Sure, I thought Brianna was pretty, but I didn’t want to settle down with her. At the time, I didn’t even know her. And as it turns out, she and I have almost nothing in common.

The last genuine love poem I wrote went to a girl I met a month before I met Brianna. She was on the varsity soccer team, and her beauty was majestic. I wrote Sara a poem and slipped it into her locker the same afternoon. I confessed my desire to be a soccer ball, and risk being kicked around, if it was the only way I could catch her attention. She caught up with me the next morning and told me I didn’t need to transform into a soccer ball to catch her attention. I asked her out on a date a few minutes later.

Our first date went well. But the next afternoon Sara spoke to a few of her teammates, two of which I had previously dated. She was appalled when she found out that I had written Jackie a poem about innocent kisses blown her way in the breeze, and Carol a poem about the lucky sunshine that glistens off her skin. Needless to say, a second date was not in our future.

“Stupid me… When I read the poem I actually believed you were being sincere! I thought I was special,” Sara screamed!

“I was… and you are,” I mumbled as she walked away.

But Sara had a point. Although I had never summoned the desire to be a soccer ball in any of my previous poems, I did use similar analogies that carried the same fundamental connotations of flirtatious affection.

I wasn’t trying to hurt her. I thought she was gorgeous. I thought she carried herself with amazing grace. I wanted to be around her. I wanted to be hers. She was the most perfect girl in the entire world… and I felt this way a hundred times before.

No Two Words Would Rhyme

Roughly six months after I met Brianna, I met Angel. I realized shortly thereafter that she moved me in a way the others had not. I couldn’t consciously pinpoint it, but I knew our relationship felt special. Even after the initial excitement fatigued, she kept me captivated in awe. I was wide awake in the second inning for the first time in my life.

Angel and I have been together for nine years now and I appreciate her more and more with each passing day. Yet despite my love for her, she’s never received a love poem.

It’s not that I haven’t tried. I tried, once, to write her a poem about the depth and beauty of her hazel-green eyes. I stumbled over my words. Another time I tried to write her a poem about the mornings I wake up early just to watch her sleep. I failed again. And just last month I tried to write her a poem entitled “Amidst an Angel.” But no two words would rhyme.

Nine years and not a single love poem written. Of course, Angel knows I love to write, so she has periodically questioned my motives for never writing her a romantic piece.

Yesterday afternoon I found myself trying again. I tried to poetically recreate the story of our first encounter. I wanted to make it cute. I wanted to make her smile. I wanted to make her cry. I wanted to typify our tale in exquisite prose. Nothing came.

The Most Profound Affirmation

I fell asleep last night thinking about my predicament. Have I lost my touch? Has someone cast an evil spell on me? Or is there a more profound, philosophical explanation?

Zzzz…

I dreamt I was sitting at round table in a dimly lit room. There was a man sitting across the table from me. He looked a lot like me, only his hair was peppered with silver and his skin was worn.

“I’m here to answer your question,” he said.

“What question?” I asked.

“The one you’ve been asking yourself for years,” he replied.

“What’s wrong with me?” I huffed. “Why can’t I write Angel a love poem?”

“Perhaps you can’t write her a love poem because you realize, subconsciously, that leaving it unwritten is the most profound affirmation of love you can make. Because you truly do love her, and true love cannot be translated into words. Because words alone could never do her any justice.”

I nodded in agreement.

He went on: “The sad truth, of course, is that this affirmation of love will always remain unnoticed. Because there is no visible output to notice… no poem to read.”

My eyes popped open.

Inspired to Write

It was 4AM, but I was wide awake and inspired to write about the epiphany I had in my dreams. I leaned over, kissed Angel on the forehead, and rolled out of bed. I powered on my laptop and opened the word processor I use for blogging. After gazing at the blank white screen for several minutes, I placed my fingers on the keyboard and titled the page “The Unwritten Love Poem.”

my heart hurts like f***

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 17:28:00 +0000

i am crying all over again.

why are you sucha ass.

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 16:52:00 +0000

I smelt of strawberry after gym that day.

I broke down on a train after listening to mika's happy ending. The auntie next to me shot me this weird look.

My back hurts when I breathe, since the accident the other day. This time siao liao. But I have got no balls to see the doc.

My ah am killed a lizard and in the process, plucked out a few keys from my keyboard. Bet you would have laughed.

A flying roach came in at night. Woke mama up to kill it. Friggin big. If only you were here, the damn thing would have died flying into you.

I wished we did, do you?

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 16:44:00 +0000

I got into a car accident on the way to your place the other day.

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 16:42:00 +0000

This is the way you left me,

I'm not pretending.

No hope, no love, no glory.

No happy ending.

This is the way that we love,

Like it's forever

Then spend the rest of our lives

But not together.

Is this what you wanted? Forever but not together?

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 17:02:00 +0000

There will never be a perfect time because life is such.

When would be the best time for this and for that? Do u give up things every time a situation calls and makes life challenging?

It's all about choices and the consequences of them. People learn to deal with situations, removes obstacles and grow. Giving in lets you stay put at where you are

Understand which is harder to come by. There are bound to be sacrifices. Life can be unfair but God isn't. You give up something, you must be made up for in other ways. It might not be something you wanted most but it is probably something you will regret not having.

How many heartbreaks and failed relationship have you had before you met someone who cracks you up so easily? Whom you could rattle on and on to and be so yourself?

I once thanked god because if i had to go through all that heartbreaks jus to meet you, they were justified.

She loved you for all your nonsense and you, simply. She even forgave you all the time for farting like mad in her bed. You guys could live and wake up to each other every morning. You had everything going on for you, things like living with each other (cooking, laundry) which some couples found difficult only after marriage, you have overcame that. You cooked together, finished bonnet fried liver and found swollen lips. You separated coloured, plain clothes and quickly fold them while they were warm.

All she asked for was commitment in the r/s and even when she was let down, she jus went on believing. She's not stupid, probably even a lil wiser but she chose not to expose your lies for the sake of moving on. She loved you more than herself. And you were so comfortable you knew she would keep forgiving no matter what you did.

Chances of making money? Aplenty

Chances of meeting someone like me? You tell me.

Chances of finding someone so close after making money? Hmm, do they love you for you now or?

oh not sure if you still wanna meet someone like me, whose understanding of you is almost as well as your mama.

Adele - Someone like you

"Nevermind I'll find someone like you"

You wouldn't be able to because I know I can't find someone like you.

http://m.youtube.com/index?desktop_uri=%2F&gl=SG#/watch?v=jCya1yiFFP4

I miss you like how the desert miss the rain. Lol. My manager taught me that yesterday.

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 18:11:00 +0000

Quoting your post again,

"I am not afraid of dying but I am afraid of losing you"

And I did.

Things last forever, only if you believe.

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 17:56:00 +0000

You wrote 8 random things at yourself in one of you entries. And no.8 was that sour smell you had at the end of each day.

Oh.That smell I love.

We started getting emotional and moody because we stopped believing, reassuring. We only kept doubting for no reasons.

"Only yesterday was the times of our lives

We were born and raised in the summer haze"

Why make me pay the debts of your ex lovers?

I got told off once by someone because I said you were the cutest thing I have ever met. They told me not to insult the word "cute". That's how special you were to me.

Loved the fact that I had to dig to the bottom of the pile to find ur size but still returned home empty handed.

Loved the fact that your eyes were one big one small, I could laugh once I looked at you

Loved the fact that your tummy could hold a bowl

Loved the fact that u always had nonsense stuck in ur belly button

Loved the fact that you don't believe your ear would be cut if u pointed at the moon

I got a lot more you know?

*poof* mei you le

Lizard

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 17:29:00 +0000

A lizard got killed by lappy cooler when I powered up my lappy. I wished I had the courage to share this with you to make you laugh. I didn't know if you needed me to.

There was once I told you that I can never walk fast because I would start running. You totally rofled. If you r someone who can make ppl laugh and I can make u laugh, I guess I am better. It's like making a clown laugh. I am a cLown myself, a better one.

Revisited your blog to the time when we first met.

"You've already won me in spite of me

Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

I couldn't help it

It's your fault"

"take me on a trip! I'd like to go some day

Take me to NY, Id love to see LA

I really want to, come pick it with you"

No worries. Nobody comes here anymore.

"you don't know what you've got till you lost it all"

Guess it might not apply to you.

"when I looked into our eyes, its over. You got me hooked on your love controller"

I got played out again, and you gave up the only girl who has been faithful to you from the time you started dating

Cheers to us, losers.

Macdonalds

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 16:51:00 +0000

I hope you have taken ur meds and feeling better now.

I didn't dare to sms you because I was afraid of your response. I didn't know if you would reply or not. And if you did, I feared that I would be told to bug off because it no longer mattered that i care or perhaps you have someone caring for you. You seemed so determined to do away with me.

Maybe you need to sit on the toilet bowl, breathe hard and think.

I had macs and was reminded of the last time I was at macs. West coast, with you.

Remember how we used to collect the macs monopoly stickers and dreamt together that we could possible win the car, or even the house. And you telling me a few weeks later that the prizes have already been redeemed.

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 19:21:00 +0000

You are not okay and I'm not happy. Do we have a choice to be otherwise? Why did we choose to use the effort to try and forget things that meant to us, instead of making things better?

You went back to things you used to like, except me.

Why are we trying to forget each other when we don't have to?

Don't you remember how small talks used to tickle, feet pressing and the weird myths I used to tell you about?

How could you bear to inflict the hurt you once went through, on me.. When all I did was love you faithfully for the past 3 years and put u in front of myself , after all that has happened. How did I deserve this?

We were part of each other, how do we give this up.

"However, studies have also found that couples not only have similar facial features, other parts of their bodies correlate too. Researchers found that many married couples had similar: metabolic rates, ear lobe lengths, ear size, neck circumferences and middle finger lengths. Get out those tape measures girls, it’s time to pull." -http://sg.news.yahoo.com/5-ways-perfect-man-093703211.html

LOL.

I used to love sitting at r.k watching cars go by. Now I hate it cus I keeping seeing red cars with black bonnets. And now I hate Red cars with black bonnets because they make my heart skip.

Van said I will be dead if my heart didn't skip. Lol

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 10:23:00 +0000

"Ya so what, I was not happy".

What could I say? Ouch.. Is it better now

No more pressure, let nature takes it own course. If you turn back and remember one day, we'll talk if I'm still around.

I remember how interesting you used to look whenever you said you were sad because you had no friends or what you meant was no one wanted to accompany you for something. And then I would say "you have me" and I see some consolation in your eyes.

I saw an iKEA MAG and I got reminded of you.

I saw smoked salmon at the supermart and got reminded of you. I thought I saw your face in the logo and got a shock of my life "ek! Wtf!"

BFF is right. I will always have a soft spot for u and that explains tolerance, indulgence and forgiveness in everything; right or wrong. Same goes for your mum and maybe, that's the reason why you speak to us in certain ways at times.

it hurts greatly

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Tue, 27 Dec 2011 18:42:00 +0000

I haven't been able to stop tearing. I haven't heard from you since then.

I am not sure if I should text you, like what you did the first time we broke up. I want to, but I fear not getting replies that I wanna see.

You seemed so sure that you made the right decision and I'm no longer confident of making you waver.

You said you will come to me if you decided that it wasn't a wise choice and so; my stand remains. Two people who love and can make each other laugh shouldn't be apart. If your text arrives, I will know.

I looked back and realized, we both love each other way too much in our own ways. And you wouldn't give a chance for us to learn how to love each other in different ways. I wanted to be there for you, to go through all these shit but you wouldn't let me. It was like how we began, when things were bad but we made the best out of it. We grew up together for the past 3 years and I was your playmate, boy. You're letting me go?

I never quite understood why you choose to forget all the memories of us. The love we had, the things we did, the intimacy between the two of us.

And everywhere I go, everything I do reminds me of you:

ah donk whom u abandoned

the stupid fish from sentosa

my room

the serangoon garden view from my living room

the spot at the bottom of my block

any fiat/red cars

ion dynasty paradise

any men's shopping department

feeling hungry at night

and many many more.

Tell me, how am i supposed to forget you when all i think about from the moment I wake up is you.

And you wouldn't let me off with your xmas gifts. What? you want me to be reminded of you even in the shower? when that is the only time i have to myself?

Boy, no one ever gets the hottest girl on earth. In addition to that, you lost the girl who makes you laugh, know you best inside out (after ur mum) and most importantly, loves you the most like no other in this planet.

Everytime i think about it, my heart feels like it's bleeding. I guess you are done healing by now, probably getting on perfectly fine.. perharps maybe with someone else.

I'm still hurting like mad.

5 days

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 16:40:00 +0000

Super back dated post...

I'm back from Taiwan! Alot of people thought it was a business trip but in actual fact, it was a personal one. It was a random day which we decided to take our words a step forward, booked our tickets and left within the month.

I always felt that your traveling companion is someone whom you can be crazy and comfortable with but yet at the same time, be silent together with no tinge of awkwardness. When it was her, I had no qualms because for some reasons, i knew she was someone whom understood me inside out.

The good thing was, she brought my tolerance level to a new high with her bimbotic sense of directions and humor. Unlike my previous traveling trips where I always rushed to get up before sunrise, I woke up just an hour before breakfast ends every day. It was a super relaxing trip and we didn't have to act as those we understood the history, culture and boring monuments. We are superficial, we were there to eat and shop, but what's wrong?

On a totally separate note, being 23 means I have had some friends for more than 10 years now. It seemed totally natural with minimal effort but we never knew it was going to be tougher as we grew older.

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 17:13:00 +0000

Saturday evening ended with Zouk.

It was one of the boy's birthday. They had a couple of bottles and the next thing I knew, our table was filled with guys. Unfortunately, I have come to a stage where I don't bother to form new friendships anymore, I'm only interesting in fostering existing ones.

I felt kinda out of place, didn't know what I should be doing.

The dance floor was a total mess, with young BOYS wanting to fight Glenn just because THEY were moving TOO HARD (dry humping each other/many sharing one girl) and knocking into us. I was like ..... you need to get a life. You look better if you friggin' use your brain instead of your fist, GOON.

I looked at her, wondered why she was drunk. I understood, because I have been there, done that.

I still remembered the one and only time I helped fertilize the plants after whacking chivas on Keong's birthday. Most importantly, Keong's statement was a classic.. "wha, you not light sia"

Keong - DURH. you too light. HAHA.

I had a few drinks, turned red and then pale after a couple of pees. No high that night unfortunately, it must be the subconscious struggling to stay awake in knowing of work that needs to be done.

I think I need a place with better music and older crowd. My colleague wants to bring me to pump room :)) . Time for a change..

anyhow, I had fun that night. Thanks guys.

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 17:05:00 +0000

if there's anything I could ask for, it's honesty.

I didn't check.

I saw it when you did.

My new obsession - it's not cheesy

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 17:25:00 +0000

I found a new obsession in the last few months.

Standing at a height of at least 10cm, they elevate me to a height like never before.

With them, I can reach a maximum height about 168, just that i probably still weight the same or heavier than a girl naturally at that height.

Society is such that I should be depressed and guilty of my damn weight.

Yes, I'm guilty

and I shall try to go back to the gym after a two weeks break.

overrated L.

noreply@blogger.com (-zonked`) — Tue, 08 Feb 2011 16:48:00 +0000

I can't believe I'm turning 23 really soon.

pretty much accomplished what a young adult should do.

university - checked

job - checked

are we my one-sided dream.

i had difficulties looking for photos to form a collage

failed.

and there's only one me

who would let you have your way

embrace your flaws

and love you the same

can you do the same?

my confidence has been hit to an all time low recently and nothing seems to be helping.

will i ever be the beauty in the eyes of my beholder.

i have some chance if i drop 10kg.

pathetic.