'another'
29.8.09 17:36
The consensus is that the silence between us holds our precious relation, which got much clear when I did the ginga - the basic step of Capoeira.
Not that I can be proud of, the smooth moves brought me back to those Thursday nights at YMCA with Eu Sou Bantus Capoeira, which was the training school.
Recalling my first training, I was as stiff as a rock. My steps were awkward and had probably gave headaches to the Master. Gradually, either the Brazilian tunes got into me or the other way round, improvements were recognized. The Master kept repeating "Go with the flow" and I kind of got what that meant.
Outside school, I like to ginga in an imaginary circular boundary with closed eyes and amaze myself when my combination of moves get myself back on the starting spot.
Skipping my history of Capoeira, I should go face the "estimated required safe landing distance" already.
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Flowing nuance
27.8.09 13:38
The meniscus of the substance was almost torn apart as the repercussion waved outwards and then inwards stirring the core.
Rambling followed and gradually hushed on its own.
It was as though this small vessel would shatter bit by bit from that spreading point of touch but it didn't.
Thereby, the substance stayed within safe and sound.
Then, the surface returned to its calm and there laid the flux clouded within the substance.
Laying dormant was the core once more.
Sensing those efforts, I might want to give thanks from the bottom of my heart.
Hitherto, I couldn't keep a grasp of the touch.
Pardon my handicap.
Rambling followed and gradually hushed on its own.
It was as though this small vessel would shatter bit by bit from that spreading point of touch but it didn't.
Thereby, the substance stayed within safe and sound.
Then, the surface returned to its calm and there laid the flux clouded within the substance.
Laying dormant was the core once more.
Sensing those efforts, I might want to give thanks from the bottom of my heart.
Hitherto, I couldn't keep a grasp of the touch.
Pardon my handicap.
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Dedicate
00:25
If one were to ask me to stop drinking for my own sake,
I wouldn't as there isn't any reason for me to heed.
If there was a more effective method to curb my drinking habits, I can pledge my honour to the above picture for the past three weeks. That picture was a really useful reminder as it, you might be able to comprehend, represents the middle finger, which is usually used for perpetrators who hit the wrong note. As such, in my case, my boozing had become a misconduct to the ones whom I made a promise to.I could already see myself ordering Ribena in a pa-bu (also commonly spelled as "pub" in English) while my friends down those sinful glasses. I know Ribena is rare or not at all in drinking havens, but it would be more absurd if I'd had used "Teh-O" or "Milo-Siu-Dai". I just didn't want "orange/apple juice" 'cause that's too common in phrases.
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Tied up
20.8.09 16:48
I wanted to remove my tie after the interview but found it a hassle instead. With my fingers, I usually end up loosening the top button 'cause the collar of the shirt's tighter around the neck. I walked home with the tie on anyways as I didn't want to fix the shirt lest the button falls off.
Upon reaching CCK, a recent scene of 'bank investment promoters' (in short, BIP) jolted my eyes wide and I hoped none of them were at Lot 1's entrance. I knew I wouldn't be able to escape any of them in my formal wear.
A sigh of relief as it was what I expected with no signs of Karen anywhere! Oh, Karen was one of the tenacious BIPs whom I had an extended conversation with because she kept standing in my path like she has eyes on her knees.
In other cases, I would either dodge to the side and hasten my steps forward (like an F-14 Tomcat switching it's variable wings from unswept to swept) or just show them the universal 'Talk to my hand' sign without making eye contact.
We know business is tough for the BIPs who stand around their booths and discreetly vying for potential customers with their counterparts, but we still shun themsometimes much of the time because, could I say, we don't have a need for their proposals at those moments. They're indeed offering help in some way similar to shop/product promoters.
Well, the choice is ours to hear what they could offer.
I think I could go practice the different knots Wei Lin taught me to tie a tie.
Upon reaching CCK, a recent scene of 'bank investment promoters' (in short, BIP) jolted my eyes wide and I hoped none of them were at Lot 1's entrance. I knew I wouldn't be able to escape any of them in my formal wear.
A sigh of relief as it was what I expected with no signs of Karen anywhere! Oh, Karen was one of the tenacious BIPs whom I had an extended conversation with because she kept standing in my path like she has eyes on her knees.
In other cases, I would either dodge to the side and hasten my steps forward (like an F-14 Tomcat switching it's variable wings from unswept to swept) or just show them the universal 'Talk to my hand' sign without making eye contact.
We know business is tough for the BIPs who stand around their booths and discreetly vying for potential customers with their counterparts, but we still shun them
Well, the choice is ours to hear what they could offer.
I think I could go practice the different knots Wei Lin taught me to tie a tie.
Before the next
19.8.09 21:09
The weight receded from my shoulders as the night breeze brushed my cheeks. I was delving deeper thoughts, but eventually got myself out of it. The recent turn of events sure woke a slumbering part of my gray matter! Nevertheless, it's still best sharing deserts with another.
Putting those gratuitous sentiments aside, I have an interview to prepare for tomorrow! It's a test from my Communication Skills for Work (CSW) module. That's definitely the last hurdle of that module after those letter-writing for complaint letters, résumé and cover letter. I got to think of something to tidy my hair - the aftereffects of perming, even though almost noticeable.
Contact lenses, CHECK!
Ironed shirt, CHECK!
Able to do a tie, CHECK!
Ironed pants, CHECK!
Long black socks, CHECK!
Smooth black leather shoes, CHECK! (not polished, but who cares!)
Portfolio, CHECK!
Let's get that job done, TOMORROW!
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Putting those gratuitous sentiments aside, I have an interview to prepare for tomorrow! It's a test from my Communication Skills for Work (CSW) module. That's definitely the last hurdle of that module after those letter-writing for complaint letters, résumé and cover letter. I got to think of something to tidy my hair - the aftereffects of perming, even though almost noticeable.
Contact lenses, CHECK!
Ironed shirt, CHECK!
Able to do a tie, CHECK!
Ironed pants, CHECK!
Long black socks, CHECK!
Smooth black leather shoes, CHECK! (not polished, but who cares!)
Portfolio, CHECK!
Let's get that job done, TOMORROW!
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Only able to look back
17.8.09 21:55
" By taking photos, we would be able to look back at how we were. " (or something along that line)
- Jack Peck Shao Jie
Jack sure made a point when he requested Cai Ling to snap photos of us. For me, who doesn't mind not being in the picture, was starting to grab available spots in front of the camera already. Jack's words made me want to go back in time and instill in myself the habit of slinging a camera around my neck to capture invaluable pics. I recalled the time when my hair was the longest ever in my life, but I couldn't find sufficient proof. The Auntie selling me Mr. Bean Super Soya Milk, at CCK Interchange, couldn't recognize me with short hair albeit mistaking me for a Xiao Mei (Little Girl) once when my fringe covered my left eye.
Too little photos of my Gold-highlighted-plus-Beige-Brown hair! I resembled a Xiao Hun Hun or some rowdy ass of a clown then, minus the profanities.
I was able to book the tennis court for the upcoming Saturday!
(I meant) CHEERS! I just have to print out the AWESOME confirmation mail and it will deter any unsightly behaviours.
One's enough. Two's too much. Three's not enough.
11.8.09 00:23
Despite not being compelled to blog, I felt the responsibility to update after an unintentional respite.
Let me know if you can form a word with my tile, please.
I had to skip all the way (2 turns) for a squeak of a victory.
Let me know if you can form a word with my tile, please.I had to skip all the way (2 turns) for a squeak of a victory.
I'm unclear of how my thirst for alcohol began, but it's positive that I'm going nowhere with it - just a gut feeling. I'm not seen guzzling can after can of beer anymore, but I'm still craving for more after the gas rushes out from the opening "pop". It could get worse when a bottle catches my eye. Minus people around, I had left one empty and wasted.
In addition to my friends' encouragement and reminder to hold the liquor, I kept a mental note to drink no more than three glasses (regardless of the size). It worked merely than a while, but I'm able to stop after two on occasions.
Though the effects of addiction is more psychological, and it could cause depression, it might become physical when my nerves go on a loose rampage.
In spite of the detrimental consequences that comes with binge drinking, I'm well aware, I couldn't take my eyes off of an inviting bottle as if I wanted to fill myself up with its contents.
I wanted to get rid of this lust, but an empty bottle is just an empty bottle.
In addition to my friends' encouragement and reminder to hold the liquor, I kept a mental note to drink no more than three glasses (regardless of the size). It worked merely than a while, but I'm able to stop after two on occasions.
Though the effects of addiction is more psychological, and it could cause depression, it might become physical when my nerves go on a loose rampage.
In spite of the detrimental consequences that comes with binge drinking, I'm well aware, I couldn't take my eyes off of an inviting bottle as if I wanted to fill myself up with its contents.
I wanted to get rid of this lust, but an empty bottle is just an empty bottle.