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Thursday, July 30, 2009

I'm bored

Whoever knew that clearing leaves can be so boring?
Especially when you've friends who are either working or missing.
Yawns.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 4:02 PM |

Saturday, July 25, 2009

The last day

I never like 'goodbyes'.
They are bittersweet moments amalgamated with confusion, unwillingness, uncertainities & happiness.

I could not express the feeling I felt as they shook my hands & wish me well.


The moments, the memories & the people I bring with me.
Nope, I did not weep.


The exterior

The interior


My own space on the Organization chart, something others don't have :)

My gifts, from Queen Boss & fellow SA

Time to say goodbye.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 9:20 PM |

Thursday, July 23, 2009

The second last day

I cleared my table, emptied the drawers & bared the cupboard.
Everything went into one big box & two paper bags.
All these, done with a lugubrious feeling.

My feelings & thoughts are all ironic.

I hope I will not emote and go all red eyes tomorrow

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 9:30 PM |

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Aloof, not arrogant


"I wouldn't say that he's arrogant. Perhaps more of aloof? It is like he will not talk to you if there isn't a need too. Something like unfriendly I would say."

Today, I learnt that I'm aloof, not arrogant.

Flaws. Plenty innate.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:28 PM |

Monday, July 20, 2009

Heal the whole. Heal yourself

Just a turmoil of emotions. I never thought I will feel that.
I still pray for a smooth transit, and of cause, an exit.

** ** ** ** **

"It will not go through; For you lead a down to earth life while I lead a superficial one. You open up while I close You thank while I lament. You appreciate while I grumble. You remain humble, while I become arrogant. You are sociable, while I am anti. Most importantly, you act as a friend, while I never
did"


L told me, "ZM, you need to be a friend to have a friend."

How true.

I never was a friend

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:20 PM |

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

An open letter to the bff

Dear Cher,
I'm trying to be all polite here. Hopefully you will not be able to see my concealed agenda. Thus, I'll start off this letter by asking you how have things been since your arse, opps, I mean ya sexy feet touched the ground of Aussie. In particular, Melbourne.

I fervently hope everything is going well and that you've settled down as aptly as possible. Oh and is the chilly winter weather treating you too harshly? Well if it is, remember the cheese, chips & indo (mee) are there for a reason. You do know they serve to be less of a flower vase than you right?

With the economy picking up, it would only be wise for you to spend more. This would in turn help the GDP, or G something something. Whatever the case is, do stock up on your Jimmy Choos, Chanels, (not This Fashion please, if the franchise has flew over to Aussie) and Agnes B. Oh wait, I am sure you would only need a Agnes B right?

Also, do spend more time roaming the streets. In particular, do hang/chill out at this Chocolaty cafe, Max dunnoe what. I mean, chocolates are known to be therapeutic. So if projects or tests are depleting the last bit of brain cells within, that is if you have any to start off with, then I am sure you would know where to turn to yea? That's right.
(On hindsight, do you even give a flying fark about projects & tests? Hmmm ...)

Anyway, with the abundant amount of time that I have on hand, I reflected on life; so that I would not lament at the harsh deck of cards that life has dealt me with; Ok maybe on 'certain aspect' only - you know you know -

Amidst this self reflection cum meditation, I decided that I should stay praying to a god. And us, being the supposedly bff, wouldn't it be apt if i pray to yours? So bff, I would like to ask you, in the most sincere way possible, Which god do you pray to? Which place of worship do you frequent? And most importantly, what are the words, in it's most exactitude manner no less, that you mutter in your night prayers?

See, I am starting to go all spiritual here hur? So comm'on bff, lend me a hand yea?

I look forward to your response and till then, keep the eyes open & the cheese rolling yea bff? I heart heart you a lot despite not receiving any very expensive tee, nevertheless!

xoxoxo

Zming.

P.S You know when we are in some foreign land, it's good to know more friends so that we have people to turn too. And well, I am not a very patriotic guy, but I vehemently think Singaporeans should help Singaporeans yea? If you get what I mean. Ciaoz!

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:42 PM |

The Cher Trinity

The infamous members of the Cher trinity met up, full clantal force.

Introducing Cher, Chergy, Chers & Cherf

The lattest (if such a word exist) of the latter emphasizing on the 'f' sound.
Perhaps now you will understand why your Primary 1 teacher's vexation juxtapose your enunciation.
And yea, we're pretty much a 'Cher' fanatic, like real
Ohh and the night pretty much did ended on many many bimbotic notes. As expected.

Ting Ting Tong Tong

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 12:09 AM |

Monday, July 13, 2009

Junkie Shoppers


We shopped the whole day, in this dainty place called Orchard Road.
All I got was a this just one, yes O-N-E checked table cloth alike short sleeve.
Like how's that even possible, you tell me!

At least dinner at Ashton was economical & sedap;
though the mileage covered the day before would not be able to offset the junks consumed :(

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:49 PM |

Monday, July 6, 2009

Cheryls = Bimbos

I have always believe that 'Cheryl' are synonym to Bimbos. And today's incident prove me right.
I asked Cheryl (No, not the resident whore, Cher) to give her comments on some AX tees and the following ensued:

cheryl says:
the body good leh
- ZmiNg™ - says:
knn u la
cheryl says:
i love the goatie too
- ZmiNg™ - says:
ask u see tee not body can
cheryl says:
anw the orange not nice.....
- ZmiNg™ - says:
BIMBO LO
cheryl says:
HAHAHAHA


I rest my case.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:16 PM |

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