Ken

It would be rather rude if I didn't end the month without a post, and since it's been quite some time since I visited my own blog, I guess I should leave something here anyhow.

So yeah, the girlfriend and I went to Pyramid today in hope for Baskin Robins, but then, we were craving for some enriched chocolate for Haagen Dazs. So...As we walked to BR, we saw the queue to be rather long, so we decided to go to Haagen Dazs instead. Oh well, I hate waiting okay, so yeah, pretty much explains why we didn't get in line to buy some back when we visited BR again after Haagen Dazs-ing.

Yes, Haagen Dazs-ing. It's a word now. Heh.

I've got my ESL assessment to do. This is bad. We have 3days to do it, but I pretty much stoned in class for two days, and I guess I'm the only one with a blank sheet of paper. Hmm.

We shall see, hopefully I'll be able to get it done in 45minutes.

I'm a little lazy to layan my chatterbox, so yeah, sorry people. (:

Ken

I seem to have very unstable emotions these days. Seems like sleeping manages to help me chuck them aside for the moment, until when I wake up where everything comes back and starts to mess with my thoughts again.

My mind always has the weirdest of thoughts whenever I shouldn't need it to think. But I guess I've grown to gotten used to it.

The blog shall be on random hiatus as of now. I need to sleep. Toodles.

Ken

I've always had that feeling. But it seems now, more than ever. I hate that feeling. But yeah, it's not within me to control that feeling.

I don't know what I've done wrong, neither do I know what is wrong, or what is going on. It's like all of a sudden there's this fog that has come and blurred everything. Worst part is, I don't even know what will happen once the fog is gone.

That feeling is here again. I need to seek my soft toys for comfort.

Ken

I've always got the feeling that there are a lot of "Don't tell Justin" things going on. I don't know why. As well as the fact that there are a lot of things that's happening which I do not know of until yeah, it hits me, and hits me hard. Oh well. One of the reasons why we fall is to learn to pick ourselves up anyway.

Went for ICCG DotA today. Got ousted out in the last sixteen. Wasn't too bad, first game was pretty much a pub stomp. Second needless to say we were outplayed due to the lack of wards. Gratz to DNA (despite their imba combo of w4si, mKvL and DNA-SK, haxxors pfft, and for stealing our game one strategy!) at the end for winning.

I've spent almost 12hours outside of home. I'm exhausted. I need rest. Hopefully without much thought on the things of which I shouldn't know of but I think I know, but might not be, but possibly and probably might be, or could not be.

Ken

The pathway was nothing but a small hollow passage linking the rooms on the second floor. Dimmed it was, nothing but a flickering faulty light bulb was what helped give light to the dark, stretchy, and silent corridor. The cracks on the floor allowed screeching noises to enter the ears of those who stroll along its path.

Emily returned back to her home a couple of hours earlier than she usually does. It was the 27th, it was a special day, it was their day. So, she left her bag and coat in her green, messy old car and quickly rushed into the house in hope to catch her husband off guard. She was thrilled, she was exhilarated, she was in love, again. She stumbled onto a small crack along the pavements, but much to her luck, she landed onto a foliage of leaves.

She opened the front door surreptitiously, and silent monotonous footsteps followed. She was holding a box of cake on one hand, and a bundle of flowers on the other. She maneuvered her way through the kitchen and handled the utensils gingerly whilst slicing the cake into fourteen separate pieces, in which each represents every year of her unconditional love towards him.

The sun was beginning to set, and the darkness of the night was already starting to engulf what was the bright vivid evening blue sky. Emily was endowed with tender hands, and knowing that, she worked her way with the cake without much of a hassle. She then proceeded up the stairs, onto the corridor. As she strolled along the corridor with her nimble feet, she can't help but worry that her husband might hear the sharp screeching sounds of the floor cracks.

None the less, Emily neglected them and could not care less. She was captivated with the love and the bond they have shared all these years, and nothing has ever hindered her from showing her undying love for her husband, despite the bashful character that she often portrays. Although she took feeble and small steps, she couldn't help but worry about the rowdy sounds that the floor cracks were making. Every step, seemed like a step to run away from all the troubles and worries she had, every step, to her, was a step closer, to celestial heaven.

As she reached the end of the hallway, she unlocked the door with thought that her husband should be taking a nap as he did not notice the cracking sounds outside of the room. She was about to burst in, full of passion and enthusiasm. However, her joy and her happiness was abruptly put to a standstill. At first sight, she could not comprehend the situation in which she saw her husband in. She could not, in her right mind, figure out what she has fallen into, neither could she have foreseen this erroneous act of indiscretion from the man she loved with all her heart.

However, she remained nonchalant. She stood firm glancing at a sight which did not appease her one very bit. Thoughts about their day, vanquished into thin air in a matter of seconds. Her man was in a state of disbelief, and he had nothing left to say to explain his predicament with another woman under the sheets of the bed. He could not conceal whatever that needs to be hidden, he could not explain what needs to be told. He was pretty much dead the moment he laid his eyes on his wife.

The darkness of the night has took its place among the sky and all there is to look up at, the moon and the stars has begun to shine incandescently, but only looking like tiny dots as seen from where everyone had their feet on. Emily dropped the cake on the floor, the bundle of flowers she then just threw at the wooden brown wall behind her, and she slammed the door and left the scene immediately. She could not believe the sight that she had just beheld. Her mind was filled with intricacy far beyond what anyone could ever jumble up their thoughts with.

She ran, and ran, and ran as far as she could from the house. Her feelings were feeble, but her pace was indubitably robust as she burst through the park without much care for the people around her. She found a soft spot among the grasses, and laid there, consolidating herself.

"Fourteen, fourteen damned years", were the only words Emily could have mustered with tears rolling down her cheeks.

She laid there, sobbing, in need of comfort, in need of care and affection, but most of all, in need of love. She could not believe all this while, she was living a lie, a mere hoax with a man that not only did not contribute in maintaining the financial difficulties that they had, but also a man who was seeing someone else behind her back while she was at work. Emily did not need an explanation from him, despite his constant calls while she was at the park. She didn't need one, and she never would, because her feelings were as good as crushed. And her heart, was as good as tarnished.

After a couple of hours at the park, Emily still could not relish the fact of what has just happened. She took a short walk around the park after deciding that she would not return home anymore. She needed to get some air, and needed to clear her mind of the obscurity of the situation she was in. She then sat down next to the fountain, looking at her own reflection in the water, pondering upon what has she done to have deserved this. As she closed her eyes for a moment and opened them, she saw a familiar face. And she knew, she was again, in love.

Ken

The girlfriend introduced me to something interesting just a moment ago.

S.O.A.

Made me laugh for about 45 minutes. Geez. Hahaha. What's S.O.A. ? Go to YouTube then you'll know. =D

Ken

It feels like a Friday, but it isn't. I'd wish that it was, then I could get my much needed rest on the weekends again.

I feel like writing more than ever now. But then ESL has not been treating me good with the silly and nonsensical essays that needs to be written. Sniffles.

No bother, I should get started anyways. I need music. Tata.

Ken

Today doesn't seem all that bad a day as it may seem to be. Apart from the fact that I might have to stay awake and brush up on my Specialist Maths, I had a good nap after college and was able to drink Coke and I managed to score 30/30 for my Physics assessment. Thank *inserts name* for creating the Internet, and thank you *whatever fellow from Canada who did the same experiment as mine* for posting it up. =D

The girlfriend is sad, again. Emo, not sure, but sad, definitely. Wait, sad = emo right? So okay, the girlfriend is emo too. Hmm, I'm hopeless apparently. Haha.

I'd better get back to doing Specialist Maths, I'm always easily satisfied. Which explains why I'm here blogging about it. Heh. =P

Ken

I realized that there's actually an international Physics forum, where you post up questions you need to know, and people more intellectual than you are would answer your doubts. Teehee.

Helps solve my experiment on my Physics assignment. Yay. =D

Here's the link in case you want it. I am teh Physics genius, ask me anything, me pawn Physics!

Ken

Sometimes there are things better left unsaid, I believe that it is true.

I've been downloading old songs again lately, needless to say I've spent 0% of my time preparing for my Specialist Maths test on Thursday. Oh well.

I have a sudden need to sleep early these days. Hence, explains why I missed the last few games of Euro 2008 as well as late night yum cha-ing with my cousin.

I've got so many things up my sleeves, and I know I have the time to complete them. But that's the catch isn't it?

Must.Resist.Temptations.And.Start.Doing.Work.

Pfft, like that's ever worked before. I need to consolidate myself now. Tata. (:

Ken

I think the girlfriend is emo. She has been having weird dreams lately. But I may be wrong. Hmm.

I'm sleepy, yet so awake. Oh, you get the point, right?

I wrote a debate speech and judged as well as commented on it. The irony. I need to start writing back more expressive and free-flowing essays to keep my English from deteriorating. Sniffles.

Aites, since you've been so patient as to read this post up till this point (yeah right, haha =P ), I'll let you in on a little secret then.

Justin Low Ken Leong <3 Ng Ee Shan | Don't want think rubbish dy la, kay? (: |

Shh, don't go tell anyone aite. (:

Ken

These are the pictures of Starry's/Stwinkly's visit to my tree over the past week:


Yay, with everything in the picture.


And this is Sesame. (:


Starry/Stwinkly. Learning how to walk. Haha.


Yay. Hugs. =D


A hug this time for Twinkles, who also has experience in college life and rain, unlike Skittles. =P


Being sesamized, according to the girlfriend. =D


Peek-a-boo. (:


Sesame said, "Come come, take like this".


Twinkles, "Eh, I also want I also want".


Stone and stoner.


They're actually brothers and sisters, but oh well. =D


And yeah, the girlfriend claims she has been sesamized by Sesame. She as in both Starry/Stwinkly as well as the girlfriend. Hehe. *Being sesamized is good right darling?* =D



"My love is all I have to give, without you I don't think I can live. I wish I could give the world to you, but love is all I have to give to you". <33

Ken

I've been thinking a lot of rubbish today. Yes, rubbish. So much that my brain is actually beginning to take a break before my eyes do.

My head's hurting a little. I think I need to sleep. Good night.