20101016: This Strange Saturday

"Sometime we best take it easy on a Strange Saturday."

Somewhere amongst & in between,
words were lost and so it seems.
Disconnection early in the morning,
become haywired throughout the day.
Sound of birds' chirp awaken me,
my dream seems wer' interrupted,
not that I could remember.
Strangely I sat mosquito bit me,
between here now & all the grunt.
Turning to slack & laid back again
began the chores of growing up.

20100909: Doing Something About It

Doing xxx about something & then doing something about it.
Rainy day and coup up in Kuching. Kuching weather is like this one, I witnessed a magnificent storm front chasing down the eastern horizon with no mercy a while ago. Then the rain came, flinging down all the cats and dogs from heaven to down below. I once read a book, written by Kuching people, the writer seems to be "female-dogging" a.k.a. b1tching about the rainy weather in Kuching, and here I am, also biatching about the rainy weather.
Truth is, I like rainy weather, if it floods, I don't have to go to school. Now that's really old-skool. Usually school don't flood in this millenium anymore. & i've been out of school for eons.
So... What to do in the rainy weather?
1) Write a blog log such as this
2) Watch TV? the dish might get electrocuted
3) Call up your Kuching friend who is also caught in the rain? las time I use to do this but now no.
4) Tidy up your room?
5) Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain (hmmm. . . sounds interesting)
6) ZZZ

20100901: Clutter Let Go

I thought I'd learn of letting go,
but a tinge of meloncholy filled the air today.
The feeling surged like a whirlpool in my empty room.

I took a moment to taste the feeling I'd long forgotten.
Left behind not to be found again.
Until today, the memory lingers & seems to come alive
as I place each item into its compartment.

In another time and space,
remember that sleep deprived night
remember taking out tons of trash
remember cleaning up the closet
remember the coffee & the cold in the aire.

The sweet of joy in everyone's face
as they turn up to say farewell.

maybe this time, Do Not Let Go No More.

20100827: Quote from Resuree

"When prune the roots, part of the greens will dry up & gone."

I don't do roots, usually, whether as in real life or metaphor, I don't know.

Just let it spread wild in the pots like none of my business, then finally one day it's in need of some re-rooting or change pot. At this instant comes the irony, whether do we just prune the roots only?

Choices time:
A) Let mother nature take it's course, Do nothing
B) Prune the roots & greens
C) Prune the roots & let the greens grow & then prune it like they do Jade
D) A perfect brew of the above

Sort of like molding an animal garden. Bla...

20100825: Something for the Pain

Wanted to write something about PEIN.
"Itami wo Kanjirou" - Feel the pain
"Itami wo Kangaerou" - Ponder the pain (the real Pein will not use contemplate)
"Itami wo Uketore" - Embrace the pain (the real Pein will not just use accept)
"Itami wo Shire" - Know the pain

From there I went in search of a pain song I used to listen to:
Bon Jovi's "Something for the Pain", then I saw "Someday I'll be Saturday Night"; one of my favourite songs of all time. Hmmm, think i'll include it in my marathon mix.
Hey hey hey. . . then I watched "These Days" on youtube.
Not sure what it is, I guess I'm having one of those moments. . .
"Ain't nobody left but us these days."

20100819: To Be or Not To be, that is the Question

Shakespeare bores me, BUT... when a certain faction of my friends brought it up during the sort of engaging conversation done under casual circumstances, I was forced to search through my head for any form of connection with the Bard. Only image to come up is me hands on the cover of a Shakespearish book & yellowing pages, pan in for a closest encounter reveal my 2 fingers on the cover, didn't even read the introduction.
A deeper image would be Gilligan doing "I aught to be or not to be..." in black and white which totally doesn't take me there to the second verse.
Well, I found out that in some country, primary school children read Shakespeare in the extra school activity. And they will remember it the rest of their remaining lives. OMG, the trick is to impart the knowledge when they are young and let them choose their path.
After Hamlet, the "groupies" talk about Venice Merchant, hmmm... totally lost me there. I heard of Venice but never thought that Shakespeare could do rowing a gondola. Some keywords "happy ending", "pound of flesh", "ring".
Putting these thoughts aside, I need to find that book which is still somewhere waiting to be read.
LOL

20100815: Quote from Resuree

"You can always blame it on August."

August: Hot Summer season, I get sick easy. I always get those big sickness in August.
I get hungover without alcohol just the other day. That's August fault.
Dogs & birds pi55ed on my car more on August.
My eyes swell like those bubble eyes gold fish one August, thought I was going blind.
One August, I sprained my ankle twice, thought I was never gonna walk again (a bit exagerated).
rev: Thought I was gonna be a limpbizkit for the rest of my life.
The list goes on and on.
Can't wait for September. :-D

20100811: This Letter

Wrote something during a Wait time of 20 minutes.

Dear R,
It's been quite a mad season of busyness for the past couple of years, to come to an end like this what could you request more of yourself? Did you reach for the sky and steal the moon?
If you had, it must be set quite easily.
What would you do to the rest your life? or another lifetime which ever comes first?
Is it already Xmas in August? Why do I see Xmas trees at Orchard? Strange season it may seems to have a pair of deer antler stuck on people's skull.
Now for the nextoff days of becoming, Do 10 things for the next 10 terms? Or until you get another zeroing like M meekly tweeted. Just for the kick of it and challenge vs needs.
So how fast can you deal?
Fast, Far, Fun & another bunches of "F"s.

HAH... this letter will self-destruct in 8 minutes.
Hold it, someone you know just sneaked by with a greeting.
Another 6 minutes of being bored perhaps.

"Kono tegami wo yondara sugu ni sutete hoshii"

BOOOMMMM

20100803: Exercise for Not Working

"Don't work for money, Money should be working for you."
Got this inspiration after some old pop song ran into my ear.
'She works hard for the money, dum dum dum dum
So hard for the money, teng teng teng teng,
She works hard for the money so you better treat her right.
So right."
(Rev 20100830: 78k & 100pcs of 50 dollar bill:
Went to the bank today, some guy next to me was preparing cash withdrawal from the bank, notes that so much until can fit those 24can beer cartons pack. the machine counting $1000, 78k, & also a stack of $50, siam to look at the figure at the counter... 100. walao, money money money, makes the world goes round and round and makes people crazy)

20100801: New Year Resolution rev0

Reviewing my NYR 2010. Ellen is leaving American Idol. LOL

http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/02/20100215-happy-tiger-lunar-year.html

1) Changed :-D
2) Need to be specify my coaching skill (choose one skill to document each)
3) Need continue balance exercise, rest & diet in between
4) Travel still in planning, nobody willing to go Nepal. #$%^ too lokok
5) Spending less
6) Starting to learn investment
7) Got my 7D bling.
:-D
addition:
8) Write something (1000 words per week).

20100731: Mud Art

Sailed back home to attend something sad.
Weather of Kuching the day after,
Basking hot in the morning,
Heavy dog gone rain in the afternoon.
A short pause about 3 hours in between,
Sound of solitude in the refreshened air,
Atmosphere seems stunned by few rainless days,
I was muddling through the garden spade in hand,
when I realised I might have created my first oil painting today.

20100728: Quote from Resuree

1) Once in a while, need to cut people some slack.
2) Need to cut everyone some slack once in a while.
3) Once in a while everyone need to be given some slack.
4) Everybody need to slack once in a while.
5) "Cut me some slack, boss."
6) "Boss, cut me some slack, I tired OreTi."

I have this thinking when the Sg hawker "forgot" my order & I was made to wait my food for 15 mins. The guy at the next table also waited another 10 mins. "25 minutes too late."
Should I order another stall next time? I've been ordering from this same stall and same people since I can remember.

Nah, then I thought of some quotes in the spare time (refer above).

I reminded again another guy from the same stall, he said the other forgotten, sheepishly. So I wondered what went wrong? Will they include "extra special material" in my food. I saw none, "phew" . . . sighed of relief. LOL ...

Another day passed us by & Life goes on.

20100722: Quote from Resuree

"Your mind, body & soul gotta be doing something meaningful (specifics like listen to music, etc), else all the sh1t (fatigue, emotional outburst) will come out beyond control."
Experienced & realised this from events & observation during on-going simulation.
Now is the chance to be more specific I guess.

20100715: Golden Days

Hey old timer, what will you do after you get that pot of GOLD?
(A collection of options when I reach that age.)

1) Alone Ah Pek at terminal
Good after noon sir, are you traveling alone?
Where is your wife, children or grand children?
Are you waiting for your friend or sibling?
It's a sunny day today, the plane here & I'll be gone,
Have a good journey and Bon Voyage.

2) Tee Oo oo Obasan
This is the filial piety pledge shown in mass multimedia to educate the Sg people I guess. In the current society where the parents expect that the salary receiving teachers in school are resposible to teach their children everything, the National Something Society created this short film often shown in cinema & sometimes TV.
Opening scene, old grandmother carrying the picture of grandfather & move into the flat of the only son's three-some family.
Scene 2, grandmother complain chicken is too hard and vomit it out of her mouth "So hard wanna kill me issit." "Mother I go buy fish poridge for you to eat." While the daughter in law throw the hard chicken into the thrash, the only grandson slam chopsticks on table & grandma looks on apologeticly.
Scene 3, grandmother took her luggage & wanna moved to her sister's place in red mountain while the son tried to stop her. Keypo, neighbours looked on while annoyed grandson slammed door & listen to music on earphone.
Scene 4, doctor talking to son, grandmother got terminal illness.
Scene 5, in hospital grandmother is bed ridden, daughter in law going to toilet while asking husband to accompany the sick old lady, & also asking the grandson to accompany his father. Grandson say, "Grandma treat you & mother like sh1t, why you still treat her so good."
Then the taxi driver son start to sing Tee Oo oo to the mother. Memory recall that last time the son was sick on a rainy day, then the mother carry her in the rain from house to hospital all soaking wet, when arrived at the hospital, the missy ask her to wait "Everyone coming here is sick, please wait your turn." So the mother sing Tee Oo oo to the sick son to comfort him while waiting the turn to be served. Son open eyes and looks like feeling better.
Scene 6, son still singing to grandmother in hospital, she in coma and cannot open her eyes but tears stream down. while grandson looks on.

3) Kueh Tiaw Ah Pek
"If I hang up my wok, I'll die already."

4) White Shoes Ah Pek
"Today sure is sunny hot. Yesterday was a cloudy day, my game of golf went pretty swell."

5) Nice Aunties offering help
"Do you need some "hong ew"? I have it somewhere in my bag." :-)

20100710: Put Your Best Foot Forward

Worned out. . . settling down in bed, as I recount what I did this evening.

It has been a long while since I did any exercise, so I called up my friend this morning to arrange a jog session in the evening perhaps?.

As we were doing the last klik, my friend, a "hardcore" jogger got smitten by some heavy footer closing in from the rear & he went in all out to show who is the Alpha male. Leaving behind poor me smelling the foul stench left by his & his burning rubber shoes.

As my body exfoliate, sweat & salted, I experienced near lapse into a blackout not since a hard hangover. Maybe this is the Runner's High I heard of?
As I neared the "finish line", I felt a sudden bliss as this is the end. kekeke.

But noo noo noo... at this time we were joint by another seasoned veteran "hardercore" runner who saw what had happend & ":praised" my friend for the "kill". I too join in the talkokversation as so far, I think this was really a super good work out, partly due to I got the runner's high feel. :-D or maybe too much delifrance coffee I took 2 hours before?

As it turns out, we continued the jog at his favourite route, a mixture of uphill, downhill & traffic lights. We were climbing uphill & my friend started to talk about a nice coffee shop at that area. Being his favourite route, he knows all the lobang around there. OMG, as the fat in my body started to burn, my mind just couldn't process the taste of char kueh tiaw & char hey mi deliciously, what is happening to me? I guess less blood flowing to my brain made it haywired because I just couldn't reply, probably I also couldn't recognized me... looking like a zombie, out of breath & trying to keep up. Those short pauses at traffic light crossing became a really welcoming sight.

Caught a few breath and started to reply as my language ability suddenly came back. Making meaningful chats for a few seconds & we were off again. Jog jog jog jog, I don't know why but Jay Chow's catchy indistinctive rap tune started an army of ant-crawl moving in my head. My friend told me some form of focus & determination is needed at times like this. Who would have thought some Mpop rap tune would have this type of affect deep deep.

As we were doing some warm down exercise, my friend gave me some pointers & I tweeted: "I thought it was a good run". "Yeah, see you tomorrow same time, a few more of us is running." "Sure, why not. I'll beep you tomorrow if nothing come up." ... ... ... Sure something is bound to come up.

Nah, I think I need the exercise & it wouldn't be a bad thing too. Just no regrets & putting your best foot forward.

20100709: Silvering Days

Overheard on a bus, conversation between 2 silver hair people. From their attire, they are still contributing to the workforce. On the queue same as me, 2 buses came, they boarded the crowded one and was commenting about no place to sit, & how should have taken the other one. Old people tends to speak carefreely in company of their own like a coffee shop. One way to look at it, maybe he was thinking of the comfort for his buddy. As they continue to talk, some young girls sitting nearest offered them seats, but they declined. This hold true for the theory of refused to be "Reserved Seat"-ed. So they were continuing on that still have people offering seat on the bus, in the train XXX lo, they are the one who are giving up seat for people who really needed it. Only seat down when necessary, some people pretend to sleep, some hold up the paper high-high, some treat as invisible & also the price of bus ticket has increased since 4-July.

From what I see, as the population continue to "grey" & "silver" and current statistics of less children popping out, it just can't be help. When they are young, they think they can give up the seats & finally when they are old, they still have to give up their sitting comfort.

As I looked out, I saw a double rainbow, similar the one at Kuching the other day, minus the orange sky though. July = Rainbow month? I wondered: Where is the silver lining in the cloud? And is there really a pot of GOLD waiting at the end of the rainbow?

20100707: People Looking Dull & Bored the Dayafter

Day After... Everybody in the train looked dull & bored at rush hour today, or was it lack of sleep from watchin' this morning's two thirty match. The 6PM crowd was back as usual, no more empty comfy cabin space as what was seen few days ago. Crowd was at most dead silence, maybe still in dreamland or like me, conserving up every bit of energy until the time to watch the next match.

Worn out and a rare rigidity filled the air, only disturbance by faint howling sound from wind tunnel & chattering of sorts unfamiliar to World Cup.

For last night, I dozed off during second half of the game. hah, hope it would be an exciting match later. chaw...

20100704: What Can be Done in 360 seconds

6 MINUTES: that's the waiting time if you arrived late a second at the plateform courtesy of some ignorant stair blocking human and the train just shuts in your face & pulled off.

1) Walk from one end to another of the platform, slowly to catch the wind if any is blowing.
2) Write a blog entry such as this.
3) Count the trees, good for your eyes as watching too much screen is bad. Alternatively you may count the foreign workers having a picnic on the lawn field.
4) Look for birdsnest on the mrt roofing.
5) Read the rail track information.
6) Secretly scratches scr0tnm.
7) or just sit the fk down and listen to one and a half songs on your iPod.

20100703: Greying Days

People will grow old, that's a fact. In general, people do not want to grow old. Since the beginning of time, we have been told fairy tale stories of the fountain of youth & elixir of life. Even in the media of present days, old age seems to be a taboo, people want to feel young and continue to live forever.
Good health should come before wealth, but these days, that doesn't seems to be the case anymore. The value of human is measure by wealthat we show people & teaching of books such as "Rich Dad Poor Dad" phenomenal hype. I started to think of this when I saw the number plate "SH4H" in an up scale Sg neighbourhood. Is that really a arabian shah in the car? Looks likely but uncertain, all caucasian looks the same in Sg due to blending into the landscape.
Anyway, one day life ends and what ever great worldly things they had will be left behind.

Greying days (rainy gloom as I took the bus) in Sg, observe the food court auntie & uncle. I was killing time (about 1 hour of uncertainty; mind the pun) in a food court kopitiam. Ordered kaya toast set (orang kaya? mind the pun) with coffee since i'll be meeting my friend for dinner later. Most of the worker hired were above 50s (or so?). The services & speed were comparable to young people & they seems to be more serious in their work. One aunty walked pass me about 5 times to clean my table & cautiously checking whether I finished my coffee already. Didn't bother me at all as I understand this is their job. Everyone have their role to play in the kopitiam or in life. Sort of a pity that they could not enjoy the old age as my parents do. But at least they will get salary money on pay day, whether they'll be spending it is another matter.
It's up to them to clean up the food leftover on the table, seeing the leftover moving before my eyes, at that moment the story of "children in Africa got nothing to eat" invoke in my head. I knew they felt the same too but they cannot say anything to "not their grandchildren", probably already grown accustomed to the wastage in this age of abundance.
Hope they don't take it out on them when they meet their grand-children as it would only cause the opposite effect to children nowadays, & also lose whatever desired love that's is left.
Apparently it's better to work in an enclosed kopitiam rather than open air. A cleaning lady once rambled on & on about an old ahpek fellow worker who slipped, falled & had to be hospitalized for some time.
Often wondered where are their children? off to earn money? & do not care about what happened to them?
We'll all experience this in the future some day... that's LIFE ;-) but then again, we're living the present. Like the food in the trash that will be collected by the ton & processed into "black" fertilizer for the trees around the neighbourhood; when the time comes. it comes. I also wonder what it would be like another greying days.

(visual imagination based random blogging)

20100701: Kuching trip

Did a stopover at Kuching for a short 3D2N trip. Didn't go out much, most of the time drinking whisky on the rocks at home, feels like old age is trying to drag my feet. Shrug. . .
Went to my regular kolo mee haute, ah... the taste is the same still after so long. Same old taste, did I remembered the taste correctly? Or is it getting better everytime I eat it?
House full of customer at 9:45PM during middle of the week . . . let that be the judge itself.