I AM BACK!!!

AKAN DATANG

Mr. Nodidi

Behind this closed door, I see a man. His rugged attire shadows his craving for fresh blood. His unclean moustache portrays a man yearning for lust and more desire. His name was Teddy Nolampar. But now I call him Mr. Nodidi.

I cannot remember why I am enclosed behind these steel walls anymore. All I know is that this man standing in front of me is giving me a sense of fear. I have a feeling, a thought and I know that I need to escape right now. I need to be as far as I can be away from this man, away from this beast, away from danger, away from this sense of insecurity.

He twitched his eyebrow and he spoke. “Hey boy, why are you in here for?”

I kept quiet because firstly I really did not know why I was there and secondly, I did not wish to speak to him hoping that without listening to my voice, he cannot sense my fear.

“Oh well never mind, but do you want to know why I am in here?” Nodidi said.

I kept my mouth shut.

“In the last four years, I killed and raped nine young boys just like you. I made them kneel and beg for mercy and I made them die the most horrific way anyone could ever imagine. And now you will be my last and final act.”

I listened and I knew what was coming. I jumped and I started running towards the steel door. I picked my ever so heavy body up and I started running. He caught me by my shin and I felled. My hands clinging onto the cold hard steel pipes, I yelled “Help me, someone help me!!! Please. Dear Lord, please.”

A steel hard hand gripped me by my arm and forced me to turn around. “You can run but you can never hide!!!” Nodidi laughed.

His piercing laughter shook me deep down all the way to my spine. Cold sweat trickled down my face.

I stared at him and I spat onto his face.

I yelled “You can take my body but you will never take my dignity and ego. To the hell with you, you fucking bastard.”

I said “Do you know what is like a rubber band, as you stretch it, it gets tauter and one day it will break?”

Nodidi replied “?????”

“Hate. And the rubber band is breaking right now.” I kneed him in his balls and I whack his head with my elbows.

He smirked and he punched me in my face. I fell to the ground and I stared back at him. He lunged at me and grabbed both of my knee caps tightly.

He said “Shut the fuck up, punk.”

He slapped me across my face and I turned and I hit the wall next to me.

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I awoke with my bed next to me. I am sitting at the foot of my bed and I realized that I have just dropped off my bed. Good grief, everything was just a dream. Fuck that Mr. Nodidi.

I looked at my wrist, I see two swollen patches. I remember Nodidi holding my wrist tight.

I see my shin, it was all bruised and I remember him pulling my shin which made me fell.


I looked at both my knee caps; I can clearly see deep bruised marks.



Was it a dream? Or was it real?

Wait…………..

I had training yesterday. I remember now. All these bruises were from the training I had yesterday. Well, time to go back to sleep.

I lost 4 pounds.

Dear Lord!!!

I know this is mean but it is the only thing that made me laugh really hard for so long.

So sorry.

What is like a rubber band?

What is like a rubber band?

You stretch it and it gets tauter. If you continue to do so, one day it will break.

Author
Johnny Kwek



Highlight below to see my answer.

Life is like a rubber band. You stretch it and it gets tauter. If you continue to do so, one day it will break.

Work is like a rubber band. You stretch it and it gets tauter. If you continue to do so, one day it will break.

Love is like a rubber band. You stretch it and it gets tauter. If you continue to do so, one day it will break.

BABY this is for YOU!!!

For you I will sing this lullaby

Make sure that baby you’ll sleep tight

Oh baby, never say good night

Cause I will see you

see you in my dreams

Easy as it seems

Why don’t you count your sheeps along with me

Baby one two three

Baby Baby close your eyes

Only thing that is left to say

Dream away

The Power of Beer

“为什么酒好喝？”
“就因为它难喝，所以它好喝。”

“Why is beer so nice?”
“Just because it is not nice, it is nice.”

Ironic it might seem, but it does make sense. To me beer is just a cheap stimulant. To a certain extent it is able to stimulate certain feeling, either for the better or for the worse.

I am not a drunkard meaning that I do not need to drink every day, every minute or every second. It is not only when I am drunk than I can sleep. I just love the cheap thrill of losing myself and emptying my brain. I want to feel free enough to lose myself and not thinking of any consequences bearing at the back of my mind.

Most of the people around me, who drink, enjoy drinking. Are they drinking to hide certain feelings? Because they are troubled, they look for a way to divert their attention. Are people drinking because there’s a cause for celebration? Because they are happy, they look for a way to share their happiness.

I never liked to get drunk. The vomit, the smell, the stain, image, everything that comes together will never be nice. But I do like the feeling of having a beer or two where things are clearer and bolder.

Probably, I am deluding myself but I do yearn for such form of escape. Everyone has problems and I have some of my own. Why can’t I get a drink so that I can simply throw all my problems in a plastic bag, throw into Kallang River.

I know it’s a very cowardly thing to do but I don’t mind. I just yearn for a few beers to bring me a moment of being free. A moment where I will be happy and nothing could take me down.

Work
Friends
Fame
Love

How to make a compromise? When things are so difficult to handle? Should I really give it all up?

TO FACE YOUR FEARS IN THE EYE, IT TAKES COURAGE AND A GLASS OF BEER.

There are no colors in this post and there will be no colors in this post.

麻坡的华语

OMG OMG!!! So cool. Must learn.

Chinese. COOL!!!

Only you

Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone
Can thrill me like you do
And fill my heart with love for only you


Only you can make this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do


You're my dream come true
my one and only you


O Oh……
O Oh……
O Oh……


Damn the stupid radio player to die on me at this time. Never mind I will sing it by myself.


O Oh……


Only you can make this shit feel right
Only you can make my day feel light
Only you and you alone
Can make me sit on you
And fill my head with sweat of the stress from the bowels I have

Only you can make me smile like that
And each time, I can see you smiling back
When I pull the plug,
I hear you flush, this magic that you do

You’re my dream come true,
So now let’s do again for you.

Only you








Author
Johnny Kwek

Issey Miyake

To my new found friends, Issey and Miyake......

I used to have a friend
Who made me took up my pen
That made me want to write
And sweetly here I cite

His name is Issey
But too bad he is gay
Probably he had too much sake
But he definitely has a crush on Miyake

I asked him if she was pretty
He said she was witty
I asked again if she was sexy
To him she was his baby

Issey and Miyake were very close
So close to the extent it made me felt gross
Issey will take Miyake as his baby
And she will have him as his honey

They said “Machiam don’t anyhow write hor”
I replied “I will try my best lor”
Why not give each other a try
Maybe things will turn out just fine



Author
Johnny Kwek



P/S: Can I get my free persume now?

Dolce Vita

I walked into the office and I met my friend online and he told me how it happened and how it end. I cried and I wept. I wept and I cried again. I cursed him for making the start of the day to begin in such fascinating manner. Tears started rolling again. Regardless how true it may seem, this is my soft spot and I have a personal liking for such stories. The intensity and the twist seems all correct to show such sweetness and sadness. Its going to be a long article, but do read on to know why......

To prevent anymore hate mails, I need to clarify certain things. I did not write this article and this was gotten off my friends weblink. Permission was already given by the intended person and furthermore story was all fictional and nothing truthful based on the actual scenario by what my friend encountered. Me putting this post on my blog is to share some of my readings, which I have read and which I have enjoyed totally, with others who might not have an opportunity to read such stories before. No copyright was deliberately intruded and for some what ever reason if this post has offended anyone, I apologize sincerely.

To note: Stories written by me will be automatically signed off by me with a cute picture of mua.

And the story goes......

I was ploughing through the abscess of my hard disk to perform some housekeeping when I came across this document someone whom I admire and love has sent it to me in 2001. I re-read it again, and was touched by it once more. Heh, sentimental me. But the story did draw some parallelism in an encounter which I have experienced, with her in 2001... And I would like to share it with myself again...

DOLCE VITA(French)---SWEET TIMES

I met her on the net, how?..

I can't remember. but it seems to me that it is this 'little theory' which I declared in the cyberspace that caught her attention.'if I have a million dollars, I would buy a house.do I have a million? No. that's y I dun have a house. if I have wings, I can fly. do I have wings? No. so I can never fly. if all the waters are drawn out of Pacific Ocean, but it still can't put off the flame of love between us. can all the waters of Pacific Ocean be drawn off.

No. that's y I dun love u. that's me, a typical science student.

1st u come up with an assumption, then u fit a suitable conclusion. If the proposed assumption doesn't stand at all, then everything is just bullshit. I guess this is what they call 'unromantic'.

But she is an exception. she actually mailed me and said that I m an 'interesting' person. 'Interesting'?.. what a word to use on me, its like using 'faithful' on Mr. Clinton. I thought this gal must be a low-IQ organism, or suffering from serious brain damage. anyway, her nick doesn't seems so bad

-FLYINDANCE-

that's quite a unique one. but I was warning myself: Hello!!, this is the virtual world of Internet. who knows what might be lurking behind a beautiful nick.

Talking from experience, most of the time it will be a 'dinosaur' in disguise the only differences will be whether it is a carnivore or a herbivore but, I know she is way different from a 'dinosaur', she is special.

So I guess its time for the appearance of FlyNDance.ever since she mailed to tell me that I m 'interesting',

I was always wishing to meet her in #ajcrr. Too bad, lady luck was just not on my side. So I can only reply her letter to tell her that I will start to train myself to become an 'interesting' person, just to show that she is far-sighted.

She replied my reply, I replied her reply to my reply, she again replied my reply to her reply blah blah blah...

Oh No, I just started a chain-reaction. Actually what interested me the most is this 'para' she wrote in one of the mails....

I dance swiftly, amidst the crowd. Your glance on me be it surprise, be it admiration, it ain't gonna stop my rhythm 'COs it's not your glance that made me dance, it's my heart of youth.

I simply cannot relate this gal to any of the 'dinosaurs'. But if she really is a dinosaur, I m willing to let her have her fill.

Tye, my best pal unfortunately, noticed my little affair with FlyNDance,and has been perpetually warning me about this...."HELLO!!!... u don't even know what she looks like, y take the risk??..maybe 'she' is a guy!!... haha!!.."

I can't blame Tye for his ignorance. He has become a renowned 'playboy'.

As the saying goes: "Once bitten, Twice shy", in this case, after Tye was bitten, he has mastered the art of skinning snakes alive, and Make into soup. But he got all the factors to be a playboy, I always think he is the 19 year-old version of Brad Pitt. Tall, handsome and got this tongue that causes diabetes in every women he targets. I dun think he can even remember how many girlfriends he had had.

I went online that night, she is there.Before I can get over the surprise and the daze, she sent me a message.....

"hey slorr.. so late liao haven't slept ahh??"

Now what? Now what??!!.. okok, I had to calm down 1st. I swallowed hard on my saliva, took a few deep breath. Now where is that Tye when I needed him most at such crucial moment, somebody to tell me what to say to her. How m I going to attract her with my pathetic humour which has gone stale.

"slorr... me in a foul mood today.. can't sleep.. u leh??"

MOTHER'S(direct translation to chinese), what slorr slorr...now when I read it twice in a row, I m beginning to feel disgustedin that nick Tye gave me. Tye said that: "who knows.. it might attract some innocent gals in talking to u... haha.." together."

Finally I squeezed a sentence out, but I can already feel droplets of sweat forming on my forehead. Actually I m not in a bad mood,

I just wanna follow up her topic that's all. And if she ask for the reason for my feeling down, I can say: happy?..." I know it sounds mushy, but Tye said: "MUSHYNESS IS THE FUNDAMENTAL TO ALL COURTSHIP."

And gals are a very weird species, they trust their ears far more than their eyes.So instead of doing 10 things to impress her, why not just say a sentence to move her.

"ok... but u haven't greet me leh..."

DAMNIT!.. how can I forget simple manners to gals.
To think they call me 'MR COURTEOUS' in school.
If this thing ever leaks out in school, I would lost all my female fans.

"nice to meet u... miss long-hair.."

"I've been wishing that she's keeping long hair. Tye said that:

"FlyNDance... hmm.. she would either be long-haired or a desperado, 'COs when gals dance, only 2 parts of them may fly: hair and skirt. So if she doesn't has long hair, that means her skirt Flys when she dances,

HAHAAH-HA!!.. this has a certain sexual hint in it...haha.."

"eh?... how u know I got long hair?.."

BINGO!!.. heaven is on my side this time.

It goes to prove that she is not a DESPERADO. yesh!!..

"not only that.. I also know u seldom wear skirt.."

I increased the stake, if I m correct this time, peace on earth forever.

"err... I guess u r rite lor.. but how u know one?.."

HAHAHAHAHA.... I m good ahh...

"just guess..."

"ok lor... hey slorr... tell u wat.. me tired liaoz...u coming online tomorrow morning??..."

"ya... y??.."

"Please please please say the u coming too, if not I m going to kill myself for letting u go tonight.

I'll see ya tomorrow at 10 am then...goodnight..."

"er.. should be today at 10 am.. ok.. good night too"

I just blurted out a last sentence....

Offline.

Suddenly I was so impressed by my performance just now. But is the season of spring really arriving for me??... I wish.

"slorr... what a coincidence ahh..."

"yeh... I m not late."

"ya lor... so qiao.."

gals are weird, I thought we already had an arrangement, y do I have to pretend that its not. they must have watched too many movies,and like to think that guys they met due to the thing called 'fate' is the best thing that can happen to their love life.

"slorr.... u talking nonsense lah..."

"NONSENSE???.. ok, let me tell u what nonsense? Summer's beach, the guy must be good at running, with broad shoulders, dark complexion with a tint of redness, sparkling eyes and loud laughter. Then he will call out loud the name of the gal, running towards her, carry her and spin 3 rounds anticlockwisely."

"slorr.... u siao liaoz ahh??"

"I siao?.. ok.. lets change a location then.Deep in the mountains, the guy must have long hair, gotta have the look of an artist, carries a sketching stand, a few pieces of drawings, and u can see birds stop over at his side, admiring his work. and there will be a gal whose the model.... most probably naked."

"slorr.. but these all very romantic mah..."

"ROMANTIC??.. hello miss... romance only survive in novels and movies.In real life, the guy on the beach may step onto broken glass or the gal may be too heavy which tore his arm muscles.Birds may just clear their waste on top of the guy in the mountains, or he might get a thrashing from the gal because he comments on the excess fats around the waist and hips."

"slorr... u hate romance??.."

"I hate romance?... nope, I m just using my knowledge of statistic to get a deduction, that guys must be TALL to be romantic, not HANDSOME!!!..some love novels even portrayed the guy as normal looking, but no-one Dares to challenge the height of him!.. I object.... because I m not tall."

"-slorr.... objection overruled..."

I think I m really outstandingly bo liao, talking to her about these until noon.

"slorr... are u hungry?..."

"ya... u leh??...."

"yesh... guess its time for lunch...slorr.."

"then do u think we should....??"

"slorr... I m just asking... I dun intend to have lunch with u..."

"ok, good.. I m not romantic... neither are u."

I had lunch with Tye, we talk about the conversation with FlyNDance this morning.
"U moron... told her u r not romantic... u siao ah?.. u have disgrace me man... how can u make such a big mistake?....I...I..."

Tye grabbed a chicken wing with chopstick, and I can see the trembling of the hand and the wing. "there are 3 'don'ts' in chasing a gal...

one...dun forget to be romantic,..two .... dun be too honest... 3... dun be too stingy on the sugar in our speech... noticed number 1, u stupid??

"what rubbish is that??"....

In mandarin we say 'nan ren bu huai, nu ren bu ai', u should know this..."

"this I know, but it has been a controversial topic over centuries.women aren't really that... cheap.. so y would they only falls for 'bad guys' like me??..."

"that's because 'bad guys' are usually romantic...those 'nice guys' are usually...dumdums... so she would rather choose a romantic 'bad guy' rather than any of those dumdums... in maths we call this 2C1. understand? ...dumdum.."

oh, Tye is talking about maths!!.. now I understand.No wonder I have always been left on the shelf.

"in another words... gals wouldn't mind if u r not tall... if u r not handsome... they can bear with ur inconsiderate acts... can forget ur stupidity... but they can never forgive if u r not romantic..."

"come on, this is so exaggerating."

"hey... most women have a 'knot' for romance.. just like most men have a 'knot' for virginity... to women they just can't understand how precious the thin layer of membrane is to men, same thing, men can't imagine how important women treats romance."

"this is bullshit! how come I've never heard of that."

"the key word is 'knot'...if u can untie it... fine.. but how many had actually succeeded in that... practically none..."

"ok, fine. now I've done it...so what should I do to remedy the situation?"

"face it... u r hopeless already... I promise u I'll have a drink with u when u and her are over..."

"U SON OF A BITCH".

Mid-night. I m trying to concentrate on my physics notes....

F=ma,v=u+at...it's really a wonder that nature can be explained by just a few formula and equations, and this we call science. then y is astrology and palmistry being labeled as superstitious? science should only be one of the ways to explain truth, wat can't be explained by science, it doesn't necessary mean that's its unreal....Close to 1am. since I can't get anything into my head, I shall try my luck on net then, maybe she is there...

"slorr...u here"

"finally... good night to u...:).."

'FINALLY'? strange word to use it here.

Wat is she doing here at this hour? must be feeling down again.

"yes... it is fate that brought me to u at this moment..."

I m trying very hard to convince her that I m a bit romantic.

"slorr... nothing to do with fate... I waited 4 u 4 one hour liaoz..."

"sure or not?.. for wat?.."

"talk to u mah...or else I can't sleep..."

"u sick izzit?... go see doctor lah...:)"

"slorr....let's continue our topic.. wat do u think of relationships began from internet?..."

oh my god... how should I answer her now?

"its..its very... romantic..." indeed I m not a good liar, even my words are shaking now.

"slorr... u bluffing... u not romantic one mah..."

GAME OVER. I m finished!.. no choice but to drink with Tye.

"slorr.... u lagging?... or just daoing me?..."

"no... I m wondering y is the sky so chio tonight?.."

"nonono... dun try to shift the topic... slorr..."

sigh... I give up... I asked for it myself.

"Actually I think relationships started from cyberspace is considered as ROMANTIC, 'COs romance gives pple an impression of unreal, and cyberspace is virtual."

"slorr....that's interesting.."

"surfers keep a safe distance from each other and usually 3 types of pple are produced in this way.

The 1st type....

The 1st type being those who present themselves on net with their 'secondary personality'.Usually all of us consists of multiple personalities, and in Everyday life, wat we present to the world is the 'primary personality', with the secondary one being suppressed,or maybe we dun even realised this other Trait of us deep inside.so internet is the place where this side of us is revealed, both intentionally or without conscious knowledge."

"izzit true?... wat about 2nd type?.."

"the 2nd type are those who will transform themselves into the kind of man/woman he/she would want to be.theres bound to be 1 or 2 characteristics that u particularly admire, too bad, sometimes these characteristics are just couldnt be found in u.cyberspace is the perfect location for this transformation to occur."

"slorr.... u blowing cow izzit?.. type 3 leh?..."

"I m not blowing cow, I read it from an article of TIMES mag!!type 3 will be those who transform themselves into characters which are impossible for them to become in real life.for example, if u r a gal, you may act as a man on net. you may even become BATMAN or SUPERMAN if u want."

"hm.. thats pretty amazing..."

"the 1st type is the 'faithful' type, 'cos its his own personality that is being presented on net. the 2nd type is the 'foolish' type, 'cos he knows only how to admireothers, always forgets his own strong pts. the 3rd type is the 'pathetic' type, 'cos he is wishing 4 some possible."

"slorr.... den u belong to wat type?... me leh?.."

"i dun wish to believe u r type 3, 'cos i m not.I crossed the possibility of type 1 'cos its too common, because i think u r special. Being able to attract u, i think i m at least a bit special.so we belong to type 2."

"type2.... den who u wish to become?..slorr.."

i certainly would like to become a person like Tye, humorous, romantic and eloquent, 'cos these are wat i'm lacking of.

"slorr.... wat about me?.."

"U?.. i dun know. U want to FLY and DANCE, probably that means u wish to fully enjoy ur youth while u can.but if this is somethng u wish yet u can't achieve, den theres 2 possibilities:
1, u r aging, 2, u r leaving the world."

i think i said something wrong, 'cos she didn't sent me anymore msg after this.i began to blame myself for being so perverted, y talk about these things?..I should have discussed with her whether ZOE or FANN, who should be the queen of caldecott hill.damn that TIMES mag, poison my mind.maybe she's lagging. so i waited... and waited.although its just a few minutes, but it felt like several hours. i want to apologize, but do not know how to start. until she sent me this msg:

"slorr... lets meet..."

without hesitation, i used the hand that I had used it over 18 years to wipe my ass, typed 'O-K'.

I m supposed to meet FlyNDance tonight , 8pm, at the entrance of Mcdonalds, the one beside YMCA. that's the best time and place to meet a gal u have never met b4, according to Tye, 'COs they would have taken their dinner by that time which means we can simply go inside the Mc and have some fries and coke.

she will be wearing a whole set of coffee theme attire and I will be wearing my usual blues, this is our way of identification.she told me she is not those 'cute gals' I may think she is, I said never mind, I m not Brad-pitt either. Then she told me she has long ago given up on this hope already.

"slorr... u r early..."

while I was idling, a gal tapped my shoulders from my back. although I was oredi mentally prepared for anything that's gonna appear in front of me, I was still astonished by this gal who stood in front of me now.

if not for the coffee theme and that 'slorr', I would think she is only asking for directions. 'COs she is one of those chio bu that can only be found on orchard road, usually while I m crossing the road.

maybe I suffered from a serious concussion due to the heavy blow,my mind was extraordinarily calm.

"had ur dinner rite?.. I think we shall go inside the Mc 1st..."

"u r pretty smart huh?... a good way to save money indeed..."

AIYA!~!... she knows me soooo well, I can only give her an innocent smile back. since she's so pretty, I ordered 2 LARGE cokes, and even ordered TWO packets of fries.

"this time u treat, next time i'll let u treat..."

I m not falling for that, miss...but I m glad she mentioned 'next time'.

"slorr... r u disappointed when u saw me just now?.."

DISSAPPOINTED?... r u drunk?..

"y do u think I will be disappointed then?.."

"'cos i told u i m not cute mah, so u must be quite dissappointed when u saw me.."

she is making N0 sense, but i know she is just trying to hint that she's actually cute.

"then y did u have to lie that u r not cute?"

"slorr... i said i m not cute... i didn't say i m not pretty.."

#$%$##%^*&%$@!!!

"but u r also quite....decent looking what..its not like what u described to me too.."

'DECENT'? a very vague word. to many gals, decent=boring. one good thing is that she didn't lie to me about the fact that she is keeping long hair.

she also has a fair complexion which reminds me of HL milk

I take almost everyday. it is now only that i found out she is from ACJC, but had spent her 1st 3 mths in AJ. sitting in front of each other, we talk about many things. from her obsession with coffee to my hobby of watching movies. in btw, she had completely shake off my misconception of 'if she is pretty, she is brainless'. she appears to be an attractive gal, both physically and character wise, talking, smiling to me, occasionally being a little sarcastic and nasty. its like a dream.we left the Mc at around 10 pm. since its still early, i decided to send her home and fortunately, its just Ang Mo Kio, two MRT stops from mine. i would have a second thought if she's staying at Pasir Ris.

"slorr... congratulations.... u r officially permitted to date me from now on..." she said this b4 the lift door closed.

back at home, i realized that i hadn't asked for her real name, maybe its the influence of that stoopid Tye.

Tye told me : " never ask a pretty gal her name the 1st time u meet her,'cos there are oredi too many wolves out there dying to know, so she will be more interested in you if u act bochap..."
then y didn't she ask for mine? dun tell me theres a female version of Tye telling her not to? it's again 1am. time to meet her in #ajcrr.

"hi!... slorr.. u tired?..."

of 'cos i m tired after all the surprises she presented me, i would go straight for my bed if not for her. but y is she here also?...isn't she tired too?..

"long time no see.. how r u?.."

"slorr u siao ah?... 2 hours only leh..miss me?..."

"A)yes.. B)of'cos.. C)abuden...D)dying to see u...E)all of above....

answer is E..."

";:)..."

seems like she is really tired, even the smiling face are yawning to me rite now.

"u wanna go for a movie tomorrow?.."

maybe i should ask her now, while she is half asleep, hoping that she will blur-blurly click 'OK'.

"should be no problem... what show?..."

HOOOOORAY!!... i m cheering for her fatique.

"we decide what show tomorrow...anyway whats important is watch with who... not the show.."

Tye's fav line, i m just borrowing it.

";:)..."

"u should go sleep now lah..."

"wait one little while... u haven't tell me u tired or not?.."

"ok lah... a bit.... u leh?.."

"i m exhausted.... but have to say good night to u 1st... slorr..if not i can't sleep.."

"me too...."

i can't believe i m doing this SILLY business rite now....

"ok i tell u what.... i count 1,2,3... then we log off together..."

"ok.... good night slorr..."

"same to u.."

"1...."

"2..."

"3.."

i never talk whenever i m inside a cinema, and now is the best time for my mouth to rest, so I spent the following 3 hours to admire this much-talked-about movie of the century, Titanic. i m not a romantic person, so its perfectly understandable if i can't really appreciate this motion picture fully, except for all those stunning special effects. but something stroke me when Jack said to Rose b4 he sank into the deep.....

"Rose, listen to me... listen.... winning that ticket was the best thing that had happened to me... it brought me to u....and i m thankful,Rose....i m thankful...."

suddenly i felt much fortunate than Jack, 'cos I dun have to risk my life to board Titanic, all I have to do is to switch on my PC every night. But he's one lucky guy too, 'cos he knows how to draw, and just look at how slowly he was drawing Rose, that made me blame myself for the lack of this talent. But to her, this movie wasnt just about drawings or special effects. i noticed that packet of tissue paper she was holding in her hand. and just when Rose said: "i promise... i will never let go, Jack...i'll never let go.."

she opened up her sling bag and here comes the reserve handkerchief.

Damn that celine Dion, y on earth did she had to sing that "MY HEART WILL GO ON" at the end of the show, for all the female species inside the theater, its like "MY TEARS WILL ALSO GO ON"

"Ok... movie ended... lets go...."

i stood up, speak to her gently, worried that every single word i breath out might just crush Onto her, and kill her. she continued to sit on the position, looked at me with her beautiful eyes that just came back from a swim. after a while, she said...

"slorr.... movie ended..... but life goes on.. am I rite?..."

i nodded my head... but i just wished somebody might give me some clue of what she was saying. finally we managed to leave Orchard cineplex, since its still early, we decided to take a walk down the street. along the way, she seems unusually quiet. so I guess Tye was rite about the 'TITANIC FLU', he said that gals often got so mentally distressed after watching this show, and its the best time to launch an emotional attack on her, thats y Tye had watch Titanic for over 5 times roughly. her eyes were focussed on the path or the crowds but i know her mind was still left on Titanic, sinking with her, waiting for somebody to pull her up. i just kept my mouth shut 'cos I know i m not a good swimmer. we walked to Plaza Singapura. suddenly she stopped in front of a Christian Dior counter.

"slorr.. have u read a novel called 'fragrance'?..."

"err..nope.... y do u ask?..."

"look at this 'DOLCE VITA' from Christian Dior... its what the guy bought for her girlfriend in the story on her birthday.... and he told her 'DOLCE VITA' is french, meaning 'SWEET TIMES'..."

she pointed to a bottle of perfume at the counter, but i was more interested at the price tag around the neck of the bottle.

"oh... izzit?..."

"slorr... then do u consider today as 'sweet times'...?"

"at first i do... but some pts are deducted since u started crying..."

"that means it can only be considered a little bit sweet, i'll buy the small bottle then..."

i insisted to pay for the perfume as her bday present from me since i know her birthday is coming soon, this kinda saves me a lot of trouble of finding a present for her. luckily its just perfume, i would have to pawn my underwear if that guy in the story gives her girlfriend diamond or gold bar."

"r u hungry?.... wanna sit down and have something?..."

"i dun have appetite... what about u?.."

"you eat, i eat...."

her eyes are red again...... i m such a fool.

finally got away from the noisy crowd at the mrt station, walking on one of the steets of AMK ave6. contrastingly, its so quiet now that i even can hear the rythm of her heartbeat."

"slorr... do u know what's the correct way of applying perfume?...."

i shook my head. in fact, i had never used a perfume or cologne b4,medicated oil maybe.

"1st u apply some behind ur ears... then ur neck and wrists...after that spray some onto the air, then walk through it..."

"sure or not?...in that case this little bottle wont even be able to last u for 3 days...."

"slorr.. shall we try?..."

"'we'?... u go ahead... i m a MAN..."

she opened up that DOLCE VITA... behind her ears, neck then the wrist she applied some... and she really did spray some onto the air!!...

WABIANGZ!!.. expensive leh!...finally she stretched out her hands... facing up...like enjoying the raindrops falling on her face...

"hahaha...."

"slorr... this is so fun!.... now its ur turn...."

she went through the same procedures with me and i can feel the coldness of her fingers. maybe its the perfume... i guess.

"slorr... get ready... i m going to spray!!..."

i imitated her.. face up...and walked through my 1st perfume rain.

"slorr lets have another round!!..."

" WHAT!!... serious?.."

my money isn't easy to come by leh!!.... b4 i can collect the broken pieces of my heart, she had walked through her second round. she was even more excited this time, hoping around, like her nick.... a flying and dancing butterfly. late night of AMK, the streets smells unusually nicer rite now. until we finished the whole of that DOLCE VITA

"DOLCE VITA is exhausted... i guess this sweet time shall end now too....slorr.. i'll go up now.... tonight 1am.i wont be online, and u r not to do so too..."
"huh?....but why?...."

"go online at 12pm tomorrow..u will know....remember... only 12pm..."

she turned and walked into the lift... at the same time... i saw an obvious pink patch behind her neck... which is visible only now be'cos she tied her hair. i looked up towards her window on the 4th floor from below, but it never light up. i switched off the light in my room...engulfed in the absolute darkness... 'cos i wished to have the same kind of feeling as her right now...i realised in complete darkness...

the easiest mood one gets... is loneliness..she must be lonely rite now...

half asleep.. i almost can see a beautiful butterfly.. turning to ashes amidst the sea of flame... and that patch behind her neck..

from pink it became red... then burgundy..slowly.. it swallowed me....

was it the cause of that can of beer just now?...suddenly i felt cold... and shaky.. and that coolness seemed to have come straight from my heart... the rate of my heartbeat was an exponential function of time as it got closer to 1am... USE A DIFFERENT NICK!!... checked ..she isn't there.... my heart was beating fast...but the temp remained below healthy level........finally its 12 pm, excited as i was, logged on the net, yet there was still no sign of FlyNDance. But theres a mail from her......

Dear slorr,

At first i thought it will be easier for me to settle down in the darkness... recollecting memories we have shared... but all i felt was loneliness...... can u feel it too?... I still can't change the habit of logging on at 1am... so i used a different nick to sneak into #AJCRR... u dun blame me right?...:P... u weren’t there... should i feel glad for ur obedience?.... U said both of us belonged to TYPE 2...the foolish type...maybe u r right!... 'cos I really do admire those who dares to fight for their desires... I stroke my hair gently when u said that i m leaving the world... and a few strands of hair fell..... No!... doctor told me its not a terminal disease... and doctor aren't supposed to lie!!?... I still can live like a normal person... BUT CAN I?.. FlyNDance... is it really something i wont be able to do?...

After the 1st meeting with u at Mc... I started to realise that u r not only a virtual being living in the cyberspace... in reality u r strong, gentle and sensitive.... i can feel the defense Wall of my heart is slowly breaking apart.... i m defeated... I tied my hair today.. 'cos my fren told me that i look more attractive this way... I want u to remember my face as it is today... 'cos after today... everything may change....But why didn't u ask for my real name? ..thats why i never asked for urs... i m a gal mah..:P... do u realised how i wish to have something more than a nick to take along with me? ...Slorr... thank u for the DOLCE VITA... finally got a taste of what sweet times are like... but i m really sorry..... i just couldnt bear to say goodbyz....
since it started from a mail....it should end with a mail too....

Its been 3 months and 2 days since the very 1st mail... not a very long time but it isn't short either.... our story began from me... and I will end it..

Maybe its what u said... 'internet is fast and convenient, but it isn't perfect'.... I can send u my thoughts right away... but not my tears...

Its about 5.30am now....time to go.... by the time u receive this mail...

i would be trying to settle down somewhere else.... i dun know....Good Bye.

With lotsa love,
FlyNDance

After reading her mail, i felt as if i had just experienced a roller-coaster ride which almost derailed. she had shown me the other side of her, soft and sensitive. For a couple of mths, i was trying to hypnotise myself, to suppress my feelings whenever I started to think about her again. Perpetually i was telling myself, she is just one virtual character that flys and dance in the net, but never in the real world. I became a fugitive, escaping from my PC, escaping from the internet and anythng that has to do with coffee. Hide myself behind the piles of lecture notes, behind the crowd of pple, trying to get rid of this thought of missing something in life. But i failed. I found out that its not that i dun miss her, its just that i had forgotten the passion that always comes along when u r having something hanging on ur mind all the time. its like i cannot not breath, its just that I had forgotten the fact that i have been breathing in and out for the past 19 years. i can hold my breath for a while, but not forever. i have to find her.

"err... i m looking for ... er..FlyNDance...."

"HUH??..."

'huh'.... this is the exact word i was expecting from her.

she seems to be FlyNDance's elder sister, 20++, looked quite a beauty too even without any makeup. But of 'cos, still can't be compared with her...

I explained to her my purpose for knocking on the door and told her that i m no stalker whom she might think i m.surprisingly when i told her my disgusting nick, slorr, she appeared to be rather excited and quickly she scribbled something on a small piece of paper and handed it to me.....

"u should go and see her.."

SGH, Room 3-425. This is the 1st time i've ever stepped into the Singapore General Hospital. its a dust-free space, everything looked soo clean, tidy and arranged. But I dun like the feeling it gave me...

I entered room 3-425, she was there, in a deep sleep... i stood by her, watching...her hair was still as long as before, laying across the soft, White pillow...her face looked roundish now, I know it's the side-effect of the medicine... and the pinkish-red patch that was on her neck had spread to her face... appearing in a shape of a butterfly..

nevertheless..she was still the most beautiful butterfly i've ever seen... Her eyelashes twitched slightly.. she must be dreaming... what's that in her dream??... Mcdonald's fries and coke?.. sinking Titanic?.. or the rain at AMK ave 6?.. The room was getting darker as the clock approaches 6pm..

i wanted to switch on the light... 'cos I hate to see her lying lonely under the shadow of a patient's room....

But i m worried that her dreams might be disturbed by the sudden light rays...while i was in a dilemma.. her eyes opened slowly... Her eyes were wide on me.. then she turned away suddenly.. i can only see her back at this moment... she lost weight... after a long time.. she turned to face me again..rubbed her eyes... and smiled....

"slorr.. u r here!..."

"yes..nice weather today.. isn't it?.."

"ya lor.. sky also very chio today?..right?...heehee.."

"'SKY VERY CHIO'...i can still remember this was the conversation we had in one of our AJCRR meetings..."

But she didn't realized that it's raining today...

"slorr.... why r u standing there.. sit down.."

Thanks for reminding me.. i just found out that my legs were numbed due to the several hours of standing...

"slorr... u lost weight..."

ME?.. i thought i should be the one whos telling this to her!!??....

"slorr.. u hungry?... had ur lunch?..food here isn't so good.. thats why patients like me always slim down a bit.. apart from that.. its quite ok.. but sometimes i feel really bored without a PC here to talk to u.."

"slorr.. hows ur mid-year?.. sure did very well right?.."

WAIT A MINUTE!.. u r the one who's lying on bed right now!!.. not me!....Yet.. i had nothing to ask her actually.. 'cos I was there to see her.. not to find out the answers to those questions..maybe now its the time for me to utter some touching lines like whats in the case of a movie.. But i m not a Romantic person... moreover... movies are fiction.. life isn't..

I just wished that she could leave this place which almost made me sick as soon as possible... back to AMK ave6, back to ACJC, back to where she belonged....and i promised she wont be alone anymore..'cos I will always be there...After a while... her mum was here to see her.. around the age of 50, slightly overweight.. other than the cheerful smile... she didn't really remind me of FlyNDance...

"err... i think i've gotta go now... bye bye auntie.."

"You....You..." she sat up straight in a sudden.. like experienced a tremendous shock...

"i'll be here again tomorrow.. and the day after tomorrow...until u leave this place..."

before i went back home, i went to Plaza Singapura again to buy that Christian Dior Dolce Vita... and i've got the biggest bottle this time,that she can even swim in it. i try not to close my eyes that night,'cos I want to go to her as soon as the 1st sun ray shoots into my room.

i hired a cab, didn't want to waste too much time on bus.

"slorr.. u r here.. i've been waiting for u for a long time..."

"had a good night's rest?..."

"oh... i didn't allow myself to fall into a deep sleep... 'cos i know u wont wake me up when ur here..."

"then u should take a rest now..."

"err... since u r here lready... i dun think I can..."

I gave her the Dolce Vita, and we'd agreed that we would dance in the rain in front of SGH main entrance the day she's discharged. i dare not look straight at her... 'cos theres a butterfly on her face.. it was only last night b4 I leave SGH that i found out she's suffering from an illness called ERYSIPELAS.. what the unprofessionals call the BUTTERFLY DISEASE... but what i like is the coffee butterfly that is able to dance around freely..not that pinkish-red butterfly that settled on her pale complexion... moreover.. whats a butterfly if it can't fly....

"slorr.. why r u looking at me.. and not talking?..."

i dun know... 'cos i noticed that shes getting weaker physically... I had a bad feeling about this...

"slorr... i m thirsty... can u get me a drink?.."

I m not leaving her at this moment. i can still remember a movie about this guy who went all the way to get red bean soup for his girlfriend who's on sickbed... and to find her lying silently on the white bedsheet when he came back... never to wake up again...

"r u trying to get rid of me... like whats in that movie?.."

"slorr... movie is movie... life is life..."

MOVIE?. LIFE?....

"but i thot u just had a drink?...anyway.. so what can i get for u?..."

"Ultimate Ice Blended!!...."

This is a hospital leh!!... did she think I can find Coffeee Bean everywhere on this island?...like Mcdonalds...whats more... coffee wasn't suitable for her at that time...

"err.... coffee isn't good for health.. order something else...ok?"

"so u know coffee isn't good for the body too... then u should cut down on ur intake oso..ok?.."

i saw her smile appearing... and theres a shine in her eyes... i realized that shes just trying to tell me not to drink too much coffee in the future...My heart seemed to have suffered from a heavy blow...

This is not good... a taste of pH7 has started to fill my nose.....

If this is not going to stop.. tears might be the next thing that appears in front of her... i recalled the chapter on reservoir and dam in physics textbook..quickly apply the knowledge on me... even if its just a few droplets..."

"ok... i promise... i'll try my best.."

"and try to sleep Earlier in the future...and dun skip breakfast...its important to u...and dun be too obsessed with Blue..it makes u look.. troubled....and....."

this didn't sound good... its like giving the final instructions b4 she...

I can't bear to let her continue...

"okok... i'll go get u a Drink right away.."

"slorr... is the machine far away?... if it is.. then its ok.. i dun want it anymore..."

from my mental calculation.... men would take 67 steps while women would take 85 steps to reach the vending machine right at that corner..

plus the time taken to purchase... average would take a total of 1.8-2.1 minutes... not very far...

"quite near.."

"slorr.... come back quick... i dun want to be alone for too long....i hate that feeling.."

i didn't answer her.... i just increased my pace....

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"eh... its late already... go to sleep.."

my mum was nagging at me again.

"okok.... 10 more minutes..."

Until today, FlyNDance had left for more than 2 mths. i still logged on at 1am everynight, but onto channel DOLCE-VITA which was created by myself, with slorr and FlyNDance being the only 2 nicks inside, for 10 minutes. Although she wont be able to fly and dance in real life anymore,but i still wish that she could continue to do so in the virtual world.

Even Tye has given up on me...

"she's gone.... y r u still doing this?.. for what?!!..."

Yet, even if thats the case, i can't allow her soul to be left at the corner of loneliness. 'cos she said.... she hate the feeling of being alone... I still remember there was a heavy downpour on that day....

When i reached SGH... they told me... A coffeee butterfly flew away from her room at around 1am last night.... after that... i can't remember...i just knew that i stood at the bus-stop for a whole day...

and i was all wet because of the rain..even my face..

I've been crying hard not to think of her over these 2 mths.. I've been hoping that her face wont appear in my mind every moment that i breath, but it's like hoping that.... the sky isn't blue; the grass isn't green; the stars do not twinkle at night... Basically, i was hoping for something impossible to happen... I can't believe that i m of Type 2, even in real life.. Did i cry?.. NO WAY!.. i said it b4, i m not a romantic person, and this may be due to the deficiency in the hormones that constitutes emotions... whenever i had the feeling of pH7, i'll browse through those FWDS:jokes...attention will then be shifted by those dim-wit, low-class jokes...so now everything is back to the way it was b4 I met her 9 mths ago...

Tye is still flirting around, and i m still the old decent=dull me.

But i've stopped taking coffee and beer.

"xing ah... is this for u?...."

My mum handed me a letter she picked up in the mail box this morning.

i was surprised when i saw 'To:slorr...' written on the envelope.

That's for me i guess. i opened it up, there was a piece of writing inside, and another coffee envelope

Slorr,

I m FlyNDance's sister, i think this is how u r addressing her. I m sorry that i do not know ur real name, although we'd met b4. When i was packing her stuffs a few Days ago, I found this letter with your name and address already written on it. So i posted it to you, because I believe this is what my sister intended to do.

Best wishes,
Xiao wen

The letter was sent 3 days ago, and there was another

'To:slorr...'
followed by my home address written on the coffee envelope.

But this handwriting was a lot nicer and the words seemed to be moving swiftly...like in a joyful dance. I have no time to figure out how she has gotten my home address... did i give her in one of my mails?..I tried to control my trembling hands, slowly, I opened up the envelope.I found a photo, and a half of a movie ticket inside...Apart from these, there was a blue letter...
with the familiar DOLCE VITA smell on it.

The photo Showed her, standing on a piece of grassland... wearing the same coffee theme attire on our 1st meeting at Mcdonalds.

Something was written at the back of it....

Dear slorr,

Coffee represents Pisces.. thats me.
Blue represents sagitarius.. thats you.
A blue letter inside a coffeee envelope....know what i mean?... :) seeing me... do u feel like drinking coffee now?.. stop drooling!... :P

FlyNDance

I smiled.... bitterly.. and the contents of the blue letter is simple:

If i have one more day to live, i want to be your girlfriend.
Do i have one more day? No.
Too bad. I can't be your girlfriend...
not in this life.

If i have wings, i want to fly down from the paradise just to see you.
Do i have wings? No.
Sadly. I can never see you again.
If all the water are drawn out of the bath-tub,
but it still can't put off the flame of love btw us.
Can all the water in a bath-tub be drawn off?
Can.
So yes. I LOVE YOU.

FlyNDance

My chest was torn apart... tears broke through the dam I constructed a long time go in a jiffy...
As proud, as emotionless as i was,i can't pull back the salty wet thats on the whole of my face anymore.... She has changed my 'little theory'... and gotten Back what i'd owed her... tears for 2months
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Titanic has won 11 awards in the Oscar.. including best picture. Yet, Rose wasnt the best actress under that category. So if its sad in a movie, it may not be so fortunate too in real life. and.. in reality... should Jack hold on to Rose.. and 'Never let go?'.....

Maybe he shouldnt be worried about this... 'cos that beautiful coffee butterfly will continue to fly and dance in his heart.. forever...

~THE END~

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The only feeling of loss
Is when you love someone
More than you love yourself.

From the movie Good Will Hunting

Firting For a Long Term Relationship

I read this article from online from a friend and I find it damn interesting so I decided to share. Also partly because I hope that my papparazzi friend could gain from it. Read on and have fun.

Have you ever wondered why we flirt?

I mean, we've all done it at some time but it's one of those things that we do without really giving any though to why or how.

Quite simply, flirting's our way of letting the opposite sex know that we're available. What it says we're available for depends entirely on how we flirt but for the sake of this article, I'll concentrate on some flirting tips hat's done when you're with somebody you might like to develop a committed relationship with.

If you're a bit on the shy side, perhaps lacking in self confidence after being away from the singles scene for a long time, flirting can be quite a daunting task. It isn't difficult. It's like everything else; practice makes perfect so if you want to be a successful flirt on the serious dating scene, you need to start sticking your toes back in the water before you dive in after the big fish.

Find a few fellas who you think are nice but are unlikely to bump into at the local post-office or your regular watering hole and practice your flirting skills on them. If you get it wrong the most you'll lose is the time you spent flirting but you'll have learned a lot.

When you start to feel confident, that's the time to home in on the guy of your dreams and show him what you're made of. Here are some of the Flirting Tips;


* Smile

Picture the scene. You're sitting at a pavement cafe on a warm, sunny day. A reasonably nice looking guy walks past, glances in your direction but looks as miserable as sin. Five minutes later another reasonably nice looking guy walks past. This one looks across as you and smiles. Which of them would you most likely want to get to know better? My bet's that you'd go with the second guy, simply because he smiled.

A smile immediately gives your appearance more warmth so you'll seem more open and inviting to others.

When he talks, smile in appropriate places. Don't sit there grinning like a Cheshire cat; at best you'll appear false, at worse he'll think you've forgotten to take your medication. A smile shows interest and best of all, it's contagious.


* Eye Contact

Everybody enjoys looking at something they find appealing and you don't want him to think you don't fancy him, do you? If you're shy or insecure about flirting you'll perhaps find it difficult to hold his gaze for a moment longer than you should but you really MUST look at him when he's speaking. Looking at everything else will just say 'that crack in the pavement's more interesting to look at than you' and that's hardly what you want, is it?

If, on the other hand, you're super confident, don't go making the reverse mistake and spend the evening staring at him. Men may love to boast to their mates that 'she couldn't take her eyes off me' but in reality, being stared at makes a person feel awkward and embarrassed.


* Touch Him

A difficult one, this! Especially if you're shy.

Think back to primary school and that boy who fancied you (or fancied your mate, or whoever). Remember how he used to push you in the corridor or pull your hair in the playground? It's hardly strange we find it difficult to understand the opposite sex when that's how they behave when they fancy us but it was all about having the opportunity to touch us.

Now that we're older we have to find other ways of touching one another without appearing to be too intimate. Dancing's a good solution, as is touching his arm or knee when laughing together. Losing your balance slightly whilst walking together so that you have to reach out and balance yourself against him's another good ploy, as is asking him to help you on with your coat.


* Feel Sexy

Dress to feel sexy but remember that sexy isn't about showing it all. In fact, it isn't necessarily about showing anything! The way the fabric feels against your skin, heels and wearing your frillies underneath your dress can all make a woman feel sexy without looking cheap. The really good news though, is when a woman feels sexy she'll automatically appear sexy to the opposite sex.


* Show Interest

Sounds pretty obvious doesn't it, but sometimes it's easy to think we're showing interest even though the signals are actually saying something else. Showing interest is a mix of all what's gone before; not looking at the floor instead of at him, touching him when you have the chance, looking him in the eye and smiling, but above all, it's about listening to what he's saying and asking questions. If you were interesting in buying a house, I'm should you'd listen keenly to what the owner or estate agent had to say and ask plenty of questions, wouldn't you? Do the same when you're interested in a man! After all, how important's a house compared with a loving, supportive life partner?


* Appreciate Your Date

Whether you've had lunch, taken a walk around the park or spent an evening together, thank him for it and tell him how much you've enjoyed it. Don't go OTT; just say you've had a lovely time and that he's been good company.

Whatever you do, don't leave the date without letting him know that you're available for another. By saying nothing you're likely to leave him believing that you don't want to see him again. At the very least, you'd leave him feeling confused and if his self-confidence isn't right up there, he's hardly likely to call again. Saying something like 'give me a call if you fancy doing it again' will open the way for him to make further contact.

Playing hard to get rarely works.

Now it's up to you to get out there and start practising your flirting skills. Flirting with Guys may seem like a daunting task right now but believe me, it won't be long before flirting becomes second nature and you'll be wondering what the fuss was all about.

Have fun Flirting.

What is Love?

Recently, a very good friend of mine has been finding answers to cure his immense amount of feeling to be in love. For such a gay friend of mine to have such mixed feelings, I am sure that it must be troubling him to a certain extent.

Dear Paparazzi, please find my comments to your recent post.

What is love?

Love is not: 2NaCl + 2H2SO4 + MnO2 --> Na2SO4 + MnSO4 + 2H2O + Cl2.

This is not chemistry for love.

Love is support, understanding, care and most importantly, passion.

There is no fixed formula to love someone. It is not like when you have all the elements equipped, you know that you can start loving someone.


Love is something that is nurtured over time.

Love at first sight. I never fully support this statement to any extent. My friend used to tell me, "Hey dude, I love this girl."

How much do you know a person to love a person? If you love a person even without knowing his/her name, in Cupid's love book, how is he supposed to write down the names?


Does great sex constitute to loving a person?

"I had sex with her all night long and it was the best ever."

Are you sure that love is just about sex? There are more than 1000 prostitutes in Singapore and I am sure that you can find love there if this is the case.


This must be true love? Some things are just destined.

I am sad to say that I see no facts in this statement. I think love is something one creates. It’s a matter of how to make things work.

I think getting to know a person well is very important. Let me emphasize the beauty of love in my definition.

1. Support

In each of our daily lives, we make decision. We make decisions to have chicken rice for lunch and we make decisions to alter the ways our life was meant to be. This decision might not solely be for personal objectives but rather it will also be dependent on others. Sometimes, we make decisions that are major which will incur a drastic change in human and environment behaviors. As a form of respect, we are willing to voice and discuss. But still the final decision is based on oneself. If one chooses to make a decision, all one can ask for is support. If a partner is unable to give that kind of support, it will only incur more troubles for your partner.
Let me list an example. If I were to change my job scope now from Banking to Sales, I would be jobless without an income, will my partner support me for doing so. I have my own reason for making this decision and I only opt for support and not anything else. If my partner insists on not giving me support on this and threatens to break up with me, would I still deem this person as a partner.

2. Understanding

Some things are easier said than done. A certain level of chemistry and understanding denotes a perfect relationship. I can say that you have attained the level of trust and understanding when your partner can tell your feelings even without you saying a word. Silent understanding is the most difficult and the most sacred. This is very difficult to come by.

3. Care

You care for your partner and you are worried for your partner and you think about your partner. You are afraid that her menstrual cramp will affect her health and you are afraid that the knife will cut her finger. Will you be willing to go down to Geylang to get her her favorite Bean curd when you stay in Jurong? Are you willing to brace through the storm to bring her to the doctor even though she only had a pimple outbreak.

4. Passion

I really need to emphasize that Passion does not denote sex. Do you feel like grabbing her hands and hold it closely next to yours? Do you have the urge to buy her that dress you see on the mannequin? Do you think of lying next to her watching her sleep? Do you have the urge to call her just to check if she was bored? Do you have the urge to grab her close and tell her you loved her? Are you able to do anything and everything for her?

Please forget all the bullshit I have stated. What I really want to say is that it is not easy to love someone. But you can start by knowing someone better and who knows one day this liking may become love eventually.

And as my conclusion, I would say love is nothing until you experience it. So I am really suggesting for you to go ahead and experience it. Regardless whether the love potion is bitter or sweet, you would never know until you sipped it. You are not young anymore and we are all matured adults here. You would never know until you try. So shed that gay shell of yours and move on. Move to somewhere where you will experience something that no man can give you.

Regards,
Almost Virgin

Kinky Director

I will be away on a meeting this entire week and I will miss all of you. Anyway my director from Hong Kong will be joining me for this week.

Out of no where, she came up to me and ask me this question.

"I fill up a bath tub and I give you a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to empty the bath tub. What would you do?"

I thought and I replied, "I would use the bucket obviously since it is bigger."

Thinking that I am so smarty pants, I smirked with a confident look.

She replied, "You stupid or what, obviously you could just pull the plug."

Annoyed by the stupid and lame question, I smiled reluctantly.

"Let me ask you yet another question", she said.

"Do you want your bed to be near the window or the door?"

This time round I listen carefully knowing it must be another one of her stupid question, I replied.

"I guess I will take the window cause the door is too damn scary. They say if you sleep next to the door, the ghosts will come and find you at night.", I exclaimed.

"You stupid or what. Why did you choose to sleep by the window when you can have your bed next to mine."

Using the lame stomachache excuse I refused to have lunch with her.

Bachata Competition With Pictures !!!

A long long time ago, in a land far far away. There was a handsome prince cursed to become a stone statue for the rest of his life. He waited and waited till one day.

An Arabian Princess who got lost in the caves of the Honolulu Lands stumbled upon the secret cave and she walked around since she has nothing to do.

So she walked and she walked. She stumbled upon the stone prince and got really curious. She saw a key on the feet where the stone prince stood and she picked up the key. She turned the key. The stone prince came to life but as a robot.

The stone prince movements were rigid like a robot and he started moving. The Arabian Princess and the Stone Prince started dancing and the Prince stepped on the Princess's feet. She let out an "Ouch" and she hit the prince hurting her own hand which is damn stupid. She prayed that the Stone Prince could come to live.

So she kneeled and she prayed

The stone prince can feel his pulsating heart beat again and hot blood rushes through the vein. He took off his mask to reveal a handsome and dashing fat prince.

They started dancing.

And they danced.....

And they danced.....

And they danced.....

And they danced.....

And they danced.....

And they never live happily ever after.

The moral of the story is...

Please remember to pee before a performance.........

Bachata Competition!!!

Here goes…

I completed my second dancing competition and I was the 1st runner up. I had a night of sizzling fun and action.



I hope I gave a hot packed performance for all the audience last night. I admit I was too panicky and it was not my 100% but still I guess it was a job well done.

Let me reveal some hot gossip about all the contestants. It was a great performance by all the contestants last night. Competition was tense enough to be sliced by a knife.

Firstly, let me thank En-motion and the organizers for a wonderful and successful event. It was well organized and well publicized. The number of crowd gathered was amazing and fun loving.

I express gratitude to Gary, our senior director of En-motion dance studio. I thank Catherine, Sally and Suying who was there to support and guided everyone to a smooth deliverable performance.

Erica was such an excellent MC for that night. She was funny, humorous and most importantly, dazzling by nature.

I would like to congratulate the winners Geoffrey and partner for displaying such sizzling performance and the rose-passing-mouth-to-mouth action was originality at its best. The choreo was executed flawlessly and they win hands down. Definitely they have taken me down this time but till then, Askalavista Baby, I will be back.

Furthermore, I finally know who the mysterious partner Geoffrey has been hiding from us for so long. Scandalous at its max.

Gloria, our longevity idol was there to spice things up with a starter and she was so nice throughout. She comforted and encouraged everyone there and she was the one who perked me up with the jokes and laughs.

I salute John and Zheng Ming for staying so cool and undisturbed through out. They are the veterans in the competition scene. They were so poised and calm and they gave excellent performances.

I thank Philbert for the luck and encouragement before and after the competition as he was one of the best Bachata Prince around in our Salsa scene. Reassurance from him was like ice on a hot stone.

To all the ladies out there, I happened to get so lucky to see Luke all naked. Woohoo!!! To my dear Hainanese Chicken Friend, you have the best breast chest man. You would have taken the trophy home if you had torn your shirt apart.

To his partner Lily, ……………………speechless. The sexiest woman on the dance floor. She was practicing her body wave at back stage prior to the competition with Gloria. I happened to be lazing around enjoying my drink and I got a serious nose bleed. Damn that freaking Luke.

After the performance, I really thank every one who took my hand and assured me of my performance. I performed for the public to enjoy. If you didn’t like it, what I did would have been to waste. I am really glad that you enjoyed it.

The sweetest thing after my performance that was told to me was by this Caucasian lady. As I straddled through the dance floor, this warm hand caught me by my wrist. A young lady looked at me and said, “That was a wonderful performance, you captivated me and swooned me away. I was so touched and I almost wept.”

I thank you for your support and the comments. I am really glad you liked it.

Let me say a couple of thanks to all the people that was there for me.

I understand this list will be endless so let me say that every one of you were great. Your hugs and kisses, your hands of assurance and your everything and everything were just perfect. Things can never happen if not for you.

I thank Jackson and June for being there and I cannot express the support from you guys in a mere few sentences.

I thank Boon Cheong for being there as I understand the rush from Media Corp must have been crazy.

I thank Daphne for the flowers and the tender loving hugs and kisses.

I thank my gang and Karen’s gang who was there for all the support and for the flowers and presents. This list will be endless and I do not wish to risk missing anyone out. So I think its better not to state.

I thank my best friend Jae and Daphne for being there who came all the way from Malaysia.

I thank Jimmy and Rachel for having dinner with me although I got a big surprise in my Bak Kut Tea last night. I guess the auntie might though that I would have a special taste in unidentified insects. (I need to emphasize that Jimmy and Rachel are not a couple. They are just dancing partners. So please guys and girls, interested please drop me an email and I can arrange a private dinner appointment with the respective personnel.)

I need to thank my partner Karen who believed in us and …………………………………………………….

I thank you, you, you, you, you and you for being there. I hoped I put up a good show and I did not disappoint.

I thank my girlfriend Janet for the support and encouragement. Sorry dear I did not bring home the trophy and I still hope you would be proud of me.

Before I sign off, as a word of advice to everyone who has an interest to participate in any dancing competition, please remember to pee before your performance. It’s very important.

Regards,
Almost Virgin

P/S: For those who took any videos or pictures, please send a copy to me. I want to see them. Please send it to johnny_kwek@hotmail.com. Thank you so much.

PP/S: Another big round of thank you and I thank you.