Mr Memories

Memories. He is the old man who stores all the memories on earth in millions and billions of his little glass tubes. Your memories, are part of his job.

The room is filled with glass tubes. Millions of them. Each one of them contains saga seeds. The number of seeds vary in each tube. Some tubes are huge and contain hundreds of seeds while others barely contain tens. He drops a seed into another half-filled tube. He handles every single seed and tube with care. Not dropping any of them. The old man sigh heavily as he scopes a small portion of sand into one of the tubes filled with seeds.

It was another boring weekend for him. Accompanying his girlfriend to the park once again. He hated it. The hot sun, the warm afternoon and the mosquito bites. Sitting on the bench, he waited impatiently. His girlfriend was busily picking up saga seeds under the trees. The girl loved collecting saga seeds. At the end of the day after picking up all the seeds she could find, she would get a bag, filled it with sand, then dropped all the seeds she collected in it.

Sands? For?

For planting my own saga tree one day, my dear.

Why are you giving yourself extra work? Don't be silly! Or at least, you should separate the seeds and the sand.

She replied with a smile. He loves the way she smiled. Nothing could resist it. He would give in to her everytime she smiled. But the girl was always the one compromising. She would always be the one to apologise. One day, they had a heated argument. The girl cried. Why can't he put down his pride for once and apologise to me? Hurt and frustrated, she ran off without turning back. They did not contact each other for days. Days later, he received a letter. It was from her.

Dear,

I know you won't contact me. But I still waited for the whole night for your call. For that matter earlier, I apologise. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have ask you out that day. I know you're busy with your work. I just wanted to show you the seeds. You see, for each day out with you, I used a tube to contain the seeds in it. A tube represents a day with you. Each seed represents our happy moment together. And the sand, I used it to pour over the seeds everytime we quarrelled. But I realised something after I poured the sand in. Even if I were to filled the sand to the brink, I could still see those seeds. I told myself that no matter how unhappy our arguments might be, how ugly those words might sound, I still could not erase those happy memories with you. Cause I love you so much that I can't see the sand anymore. You can't have a saga tree from planting it's seed. But all I wish for is to give all these thousands of tubes in exchange for a tree like you. A tree that will shelter me from the hot sun so that I could pick more saga seeds for us.

Yours.

He regret saying all those angry words. Those words must have hurt her. He went over to her place but she wasn't around. No answer on the cell. Where is she? Oh! The park! He rushed over to the park where they used to go every weekend. Wait! Hanging on every branch of the tree, are those tubes she mentioned about. Thousands of tubes hanging on the tree. There she was, lying motionless under the tree. He rushed over to her. It was too late. She fell from the tree trying to attach the last glass tube on the branch. Tightly held in her right, was the glass tube, un-shattered and perfect with those red seeds. This one, was without any sand in it.

:)

Her friends were waiting for her at the bus stop. Other bystanders were all looking at us. There, her boyfriend sitting there, looking upon and not saying anything. We were on the grass patch just metres away from that bus stop. We played and hit each other. My tee was stained with mud after rolling on the grass. She injured her knee and her whole body was with mud and grass. I could tell that she was enjoying herself despite the fact that her boyfriend was looking on with jealousy. I was jubilant. After what seem like forever, we decided to stop. By this time, I realised all her friends were gone. No jealous boyfriend at that bus stop. All that were left were those people waiting for their buses. She realised it too. She reached for her handphone and saw a message. It was her boyfriend, saying that he was disappointed. Her face turned sad for a moment. Looking at her, dirty and injured, I offered her to come over my place to clean up.

See lah, I'm injured and it's all your fault! :(

I am sorry, let me carry you.

She put her arms around my neck. It's been so long since we have been so close. I miss those times we were together. Now that you are here with me, I will treasure every single moment with you.

We reached home and I didn't realise the sun is so bright from the inside of my room. I blinked once, twice. I tried to shield off the light but it was coming from all directions. I opened my eyes. I see yellow all round. I took the towel off my eyes.

What time is it?

It's already 4.30.

Fuck, it was a dream. I got up, thinking about it for a second. Back to work with a smile.

But I'm glad she came back just for me :)

My god, it's the iPod Touch my goodness. I am drooling all over now. *slurps

Innocence

One of my cousin asked me hundred of questions. I will not emphasise on those questions but instead, the answer. Noted that it is not in plural. Yup, everything leads me to A conclusion. He has got himself a girlfriend! But those questions, they are so pure. Innocence. Which reminds me of what I was. Everyone has got his innocence times you fuckbag so stop laughing.

In my family, all my cousins, I'm considered the second eldest. Second big head. My eldest cousin is a year older. So I think the most outstanding one among all is no other than me. My favourite young cousin , Primary 5, isn't playing a fool outside. He doesn't play soccer, doesn't go to the playground after school and does his homework everyday. What the heck? His results are damn good though. (Compared to me)

When i was around his age, I lied to my mum telling her that i have tuition after school and i went to the gameshop below my block to play computer games! If i wasn't mistaken, 1 hour cost around 4-6 bucks. I played for around 3-4 hours. It was already 6.30pm, it's getting late and I'm having this bad feeling that my mum found out about my lie so i decided to fight my last round before i go. Just when I finished having this thought, I saw a familiar face outside the glass panel. Eh? What! This time I am going to be a dead piece of meat! I remembered vividly I stick my tongue out. My mum's face is just like the Malaysia Bear, so black and fierce. I can smell Despair, Disappointment, Damage and.. Death! I was whacked pretty hard after i followed her home quietly. As a result, grounded for god-knows-how-long.

My other cousin, 15 years of age, doesn't go out with his friends during holidays, doesn't play any sports and trying very hard to impress people by asking me how do I spike my hair upwards. His school results around the same compared to me. (I think i won him)

When I was around his age, I went Orchard with my friends even after school to have a taste of the world. And thinking that wearing school uniform with the shirt being untucked is way fucking cool. I played soccer everyday after school till 6pm and as a result, my results suck. Though i was not a good student, still, I had that basic innocence that a student should have.

After all the flashbacks i brought you guys to, it's the 'Innocence' that i am emphasising on. All good things come to an end i guess. Those were the times when our innocence brought us to questions and things, we did and asked. Been there, done that? Those were also the times when I was.. fucked by a lady.

There goes my innocence.

The Pencils.

情人的眼泪 (演唱: 姚苏蓉)

"I like you all these years, do you feel me too?"

I've been hiding all my feelings
In my precious little box
Hopefully one day
I can show them all to you
They contain those feelings i wanna express
Those feelings that i can't bring myself to speak
To only put down in words
If only i have the courage
One day, maybe till the day I'm gone
You'll get to know all my feelings all these years

I've been keeping all my troubles
In my bottomless long bottle
Hopefully one day
I can pour them all to you
It contains all my downs and outs I experienced
Those troubles that i can't bring myself to say
To only put down in words
If only i have the courage
One day, maybe till the day I'm gone
You'll get to know all my troubles all these years

I've been concealing all my wishes for you
In my locked drawer of mine
Hopefully one day
I can give them all to you
They contain all the birthday wishes behind each
present I've got for you
Those wishes that i can't bring myself to greet
To only put down in words
If only i have the courage
One day, maybe till the day I'm gone
You'll get to know all the presents and wishes
I've got for you all these years

I've been writing all these inside of me
With those pencils you gave to me
Hopefully one day
I can get your love instead of pencils
They contain all my love for you
The love that i can't bring myself to confess
To only put down in words
If only i have the courage
One day, maybe till the day I'm gone
You'll get to know all my confessions all
these years..

Through these pencils, my dear girl

p.s*these 2 poems are for my 'emo' friends. let's start to be emo kids!

The Diaries.

"Do you know that I like you all these years?"

I've been hiding all my feelings
In my precious little diaries
Hopefully one day
I can show them all to you
They contain those feelings i wanna express
Those feelings that i can't bring myself to speak
To only put down in words
If only i have the courage
One day, maybe till the day i'm gone
You'll get to know all my feelings all these years

I've been keeping all my troubles
In my precious little diaries
Hopefully one day
I can pour them all to you
They contain all my downs and outs I experienced
Those troubles that i can't bring myself to say
To only put down in words
If only i have the courage
One day, maybe till the day i'm gone
You'll get to know all my troubles all these years

I've been concealing all my wishes for you
In my precious little diaries
Hopefully one day
I can give them all to you
They contain all the birthday wishes behind each
present I've got for you
Those wishes that i can't bring myself to greet
To only put down in words
If only i have the courage
One day, maybe till the day i'm gone
You'll get to know all the presents and wishes
i've got for you all these years

I've been writing all these inside of me
In those diaries you gave to me
Hopefully one day
I can get your love instead of diaries
They contain all my love for you
The love that i can't bring myself to confess
To only put down in words
If only i have the courage
One day, maybe till the day i'm gone
You'll get to know all my confessions all
these years..

Through these diaries, my dear boy

www.saw4.com

Today is such a lovely day. With the sun so bright, the butterfly is enjoying it's usual tour around the flowers outside my window. I miss this scene so much. It's been raining for all my off days. After coming back from work after a whole night of rocking and drifting, the last thing you wanna see is the rain pouring down on you. Now, that's what I'm talking about. The sun, oh and the flies. With only the smoke I exhaled spoiled the beautiful scenery. Other than that, everything is so prefect and i love it this way. With this, the world is so beautiful and how I hope this could last. But well, all good things come to an end. And as I'm typing this sentence, the hell truck parked itself just below my block. The truck that delivers your unwanted goods and food. Good timing.

I realised something about most of my friends. They are getting more 'emo' as time goes by. Every single post or every single thing they do, they can relate it to their love life. I suggest purchasing the Old School Gay Pop album from me. I'm compiling it. Sometimes, you can't blame humans too. I can be that 'emo' too. That's why i hate so much about our humans' emotions. I really wish i can remove them. It's irritating and I don't mind being a Martian.

I just managed to come across this. What?! Alright,i thought it's all over. But hey, it's back! I'm a fan of SAW! Let's go watch it everybody!

Mother of the dolls

Where is mummy?
Where is daddy?
Uncle is hurting me daddy..
mummy where are you?!

She wanted all the candies in the world. Her cabinet has all the dolls she wished for. But nothing is enough for little Audrey herself.

'Mummy, i want that talking doll! She's cute!' Of course, her mother did not buy it. Her cabinet contains hundred of dolls already.

She was a very happy kid. Lined up on her bed were all her little dolls. Each one with a different face and personality. The dolls never failed to brighten up her days. By her bed every night, they watched her to sleep.

One day after school, Little Audrey was missing. She was last seen with a man at her favourite playground.

Now that she's gone. All of her dolls miss their little mother. How she would comb their hair. Dressed them up with costumes for different occasions. Now that she's gone, her parents regret not buying her that doll. How she would react if they were to buy her that. It's too late now.

All the dolls in the world couldn't bring little Audrey back. No amount of tears shed could do that.

It's six in the evening, the playground was filled with kids. Merry go round, noisily enjoying themselves after school. But it seems so quiet for Audrey's parents. They won't be able to bring her here anymore, just the sight of kids ache them. To rub salt on their wounds, there was still no news of Little Audrey. Weeks, months, years.. But they did not give up. They waited patiently for their Audrey to come back home. They just hope one day she would come running back home.

Till one day, Audrey was found dead. And what's worse, she was sexually abused.

Her parents' hope was shattered. A five years old kid does not deserve this. They were devastated. But till now, they are still waiting. Waiting for little Audrey to skip back home one day. And other than that, they are still waiting, wanting so bad to see who was the one who killed their beloved Audrey.


*This story may seems similar to the link. This is nothing but a story I dedicate specially for those kids up there*

MIG - Man In God

That particular tuesday morning, I met God himself. He worn a dark brown cloak, without any footwear. He approached me along a busy street while I was heading to work, with His head facing downwards, he said, 'My son, I've heard alot about you.'

I told him even He was God, He needs to show basic courtesy by looking at that person when talking to him or her. So He raised His head and I saw it. In His eyes, I saw countless of people screaming in pain. Like they are all trapped in a sea of flames. Or to be exact, Hell.

I backed off immediately. I could feel the agonies and sufferings of those people, just like I was there too! They were yelling out to me. He continued patiently, 'I heard everything my Christians said to you. I heard them all.'

I was trembling in fear. Who the hell is he? Why the fuck is he telling me this? My head turned heavy, with fears and doubts. He inced a step closer to me. Stop!

By now, I realised something. No beard. No long poor conditioned hair. Instead, short trimmed hair in place.

Wait! That face! It was me! What the fuck?!

I swear, it.. just evolved! I must be seeing things! With another step closer, He inced towards me. Is this another terrifying nightmare of mine? No, it can't be. It's far too real!

'Son, this is what you wanted. I threw them all to Hell. Now that nobody can influence you, you should be happy, right?'

Are you mad?! Of course i won't be. I was rooted to the spot. I stood there staring back at him, though i wanted to speak up, no word came out from my mouth. After all, would you talk to a person or God that exactly resembles you? He smiled, 'I know you don't mean what you said. Now son, here's a chance to save them all. You'll be God in this dimension for this moment. Or at least, in this fucked up world.'

With that, he disappeared. I looked around for him. I was not on the street where I was at. Instead, what greeted me was a pool of flames. Inside, those Christians were screaming, 'We are sorry for influencing you my friend, save us please. Only you can do it now!'

I inspected my surroundings. Kerosene on my left and fire-proof lifebuoys on my right. Well, of course i will save them. After that session with God, I was more than certain that I could do it. Even God agrees with me.

'Alright guys, hang on. I'll save you all from staying in this fucked up world.' With that, I poured the whole tin of kerosene to haste their dying process.

The screams were getting louder. I covered my ears. Bear with it. I waited for five minutes.

Slience.

Mission Accomplished.

those times.

I've been listening to rock and metal for too long. Blasting the earphones wherever i go with Slipknot, Marilyn Manson, Ill Nino, Saosin, Korn, Payable on Death and the list can go on. Whatever it is, i think i'm sick of these! Nowadays, i listen to Old School Gay Pop! (Oh yah! Btw i down... er i mean i just BOUGHT the Hairspray OST! HAHAHA, the songs make you wanna dance with your parents!) It's a new genre of music OSGP. It's time to change too, guys. If you want a taste of real gay pop, pm me. I won't reveal it to anyone i swear. I've got all the old school gay pop songs! Whenever i listen to these songs, i've got this feel balls. I simply can't put into words how this feel comes about. I grew up listening to those songs so maybe i guess it's too long since i touch them. So when it comes to me, naturally the feel is back and that is sensational i tell you! Just like when your first bf/gf asking you for a patch. It's the same feeling, i swear. Or simply, just like what Coleman said, Am i really a gay?






Oh,I almost forgot about this when I came across it while I was browsing my folders. A short film we attempted when i was back in NAFA. The idea is fantastic, the process was fun, but the execution sucks. Sorry for the 'Oh! It's shoooooo scaaryxxs that i almost shit my pants out' feeling. And yes, what we tried to portray was a horror flick. I know, don't rub it in please. But I like the color treatments of the different scenes cause i was the colorist. :D

LFC

After watching the match between Liverpool and Spurs, I realised that it's time to stop pinning my hopes so high. I was a reds supporter since i was primary 4 and at that point of time, Liverpool finished a few seasons at the mid of the table. Fifth, sixth or ever seventh. Most of the time, she disappointed me. Liverpool had their Fowler and Macca as their icons and that was the time my favourite soccer star Michael Owen still holding on the number 18. That was 1996. I told myself, maybe give her a decade to change everything. Maybe after ten years, Liverpool could lift the EPL trophy.


I was wrong. Now, it's more than ten years and Liverpool still did not lift it. I can't help by remaining negative cause seriously, I've stick with the team for 11 years or so. She disappointed me countless of times. She made me proud too, not once but quite a number of times. They lifted the League Cup. Well Man U fans actually mocked us about the League Cup, 'What's that? League Cup Oh my god. We can give that to you lah cause we have all the MAJOR cups in the world.' But last season, did i saw their first team for the finals? Other than the league cup, Liverpool lifted the UEFA cup and FA cup. Which eventually won 'What the fuck treble' in a season. To us, though this is nothing compared to Man U's treble, we are still that proud. From Roy Evans, to Gerard Houllier. I am with Liverpool all the way. So now, i don't think there is any thing to be disappointed about, it can't be that bad as 1996 right? Compared to then, she made vast improvements! Rafa Benitez help us won the Champions' League and brought signings like Xabi Alonso and now Torres!



What can we complain about? Every season, Liverpool are one of those favourites to win the EPL, but come on let's face it! Give Liverpool 10 more years, i still don't think they can lift the EPL trophy :( It's sad but come on, for fans like me, we have nothing more to disappointed about. And let's not pin our hopes too high, Champions' League? We can only managed to win then, not now or in the future. The point is, I would stand by Liverpool even she was to be relegated to Division 1, or even non league! I am very sure i will. Just do not pin your hopes too high, fellow Liverpool fans. Well, just good luck and whatever shit happens, I'll be here rooting for you. Liverpool F.C! You'll never walk alone!

Whosgoing2getfuckedtonight.SG

I can't stand whosgoing.sg. I think it is a total bullshit. People still upload their pictures with that little whosgoing.sg logo on the bottom right and think it's cool to get shot. It is just like telling people, 'Hey look, I patronise clubs every single weekend and I am fuck-able. Wanna fuck?' Well, then if that's the case. I created a brand new logo for you! Drop a comment if you want it. I'll send it to you, what's more, it's FREE OF CHARGE! Well, i'm just bored ok?

Src of picture: http://www.flickr.com/photos/angel_shark/296096527/

The Goddess of the Golden Serpent

I tried to find anything for it to devour but i could find nothing like her. She is my gem, my love and the perfect food for the golden serpent. I couldn't give her up. For she was the greatest lady i've ever met. So with this, I fought the creature with everything i've got.

Days and nights went by, I was worn out and battled. The serpent displayed no sign of fatigue. It sent another wave of attack. Just when i thought it was the end, it's thorns struck her right in the eyes. She appeared right in front to shield me. I leaped into the air and pierced the angry sword right into the heart of the serpent. It's screams filled the air. Agony was all over my head. The serpent sent a thump to the ground.

I ran over to her. She had her hands in mine. My tears wet her silky hair. Her blood dyed my armour red. The venom was turning her so white. Her pale face was filled with affection. Her dry lips let out a smile. With blood rushing out from her eyes, she spoke in her dying breath,

'My Dearest Prince Charming, for the glory of love, we did it..'

With that, her head collapsed in my arms. I sliced the serpent's eyes with precise and attached it to her necklace. She can still see the world or at least, the serpent we killed.

She is the Goddess of the Golden Serpent.

That girl I'll never understand

Just chatted through msn with a friend this afternoon. She told me that she changed for the better and is a different person compared to years ago. From a bad girl to a good girl and she is mature now. I admit that there are differences from the way her words are phrased, the way she typed and project herself. Though she has changed a little, she is still that immature girl I knew. Her words portrait her world to be so dark, that she is always lost in her world of darkness. She chose it. She can't blame anyone.

The question is that, does pointing out your own changes to others change the way you are? So i turned the table around and asked her, How do you define a bad girl?

The shit I'm talking about