What's Love Gotta Do With This?

I am unique and sometimes my mind steers towards the insane (run people, run!) but I am only human. Once upon a time I dated so regularly a good friend of mine (I miss this guy, Kirk Wines, but he fell out of the grid) told me I changed partners more often than he changed his shirts. Which is true. Dating was not only a game, but a search for that miniscule yet gargantuan emotion we call LOVE.


I dated here, I dated there. Heck, I met people EVERYWHERE!


I've met a few people I fancy so much, and was fortunate that my feelings were resonated. They showed me so much love and devotion that it SO hurting when they had to go away (one of them died quietly a long distance away, not wanting me to grieve - I only knew of the news after a few months of desperation).


That was a long time ago. Love is that wonderful feeling that free, yet constrict us. It is indescribable. For a despicable creature like me to find true love is next to impossible. But amidst the sand, after all the searching, it shows when the person opposite you smiles...


The Dragon was chained. He has a new keeper.
  
I want somebody who looks over my shoulder and say 'No, you cannot do that to people!'
I want somebody who will not judge me much because they already know the person within.
I want somebody who is always ready to go wherever I wanna go.
I want somebody who will listen to my difficult problems and try to solve together.
I want somebody who looks good and made me proud being with them.
I want somebody who place me very high in their social life, preferably just next to God and family.
I want somebody who finish up their food, or even better, feed me from their plate.
I want somebody who is willing to be with me in hard times.
I want somebody who can die for me (LITERALLY)
I want somebody who cares.
I want somebody who loves me...    


For my love; Heaven is your face. Your love for me makes me be with you forever.


p.s. - I neglected to tell you people that I already found that person :)

Sorry Is Indeed The Hardest Word

I am sorry if you cried, cause I know it hurts
I am sorry for the many things I shouldn't do or say to you
Because you are not one of them
Forgive me, for taking you for granted

I am sorry if you think that this is the end
I am sorry when your patience has finally gone
You are the best I ever had
Forgive me, for being that pain in your heart

I am so sorry it turns up like this
I am sorry for wasting your time and love
Yes, I do not deserve you
Forgive me, for misleading you from the path

I hope you can forgive me. Because there is no one like you.

The Voices in My Head Forced Me, I Tell Ya!!

In my Facebook entry, I told the whole world how I was captivated by some rings last Thursday. They were so shiny! The voices in my head said I must have one, or I will lose sleep that night. And I bought one ring to appease those entities and walked by a watch shop next to the jeweler and saw a most exciting piece of chronography (i.e. a watch). The invisible forces in my head SCREAMED again!   

Above is the said silver ring, set with one orange stone with little white crystal embedded into the metal. I own several rings and this is not the most sparky of all. Yet my first with orange stone. Most of my silver rings have red, white and yellow stones. (I do not know the name of these coloured stones, be my guess to educate me).

And I am ashamed to admit that I bought the watch against my better judgement... This is my 13th watch in my possession, and my 4th automatic. I prefer automatics these days as many of my watches began to show their discontent by running out of batteries. At the same time too! What caught my eye about this watch that it was nothing like I've ever seen before in an automatic watch. The mechanism is so simple and consisted in one bar across the watch. And the pendulum that winds the spring is decorated with white crystals. I've only seen this kind of organisation in VERY VERY EXPENSIVE watches and so... I must have it AND it was the only one of its kind in the shop. 

I took this picture by shining light through the back of the watch, which is transparent. 

EYKI is from Taiwan, China. Hope they create a lot more of beautiful watches to compete with Japanese companies.

p.s. - note to myself. Hearing voices in the head does not make you Joan of Arc, but it's the next best thing. You will never be alone anymore :)

I Love Cats (Just next to Ferrets)

By popular demand (oh ok, only two of you did ask, Technobabe and Choco) I present a slew of cats that had entered my life these past few years. Yes, I am a cat person. Ferrets are feline cousins too (makes them virtually family).

This is Artemis, my male cat back in 2007. He was badly injured by ravening dogs and crawled back home to die in our kitchen. I bought a slingshot and put metal bearings in those canine brains much later :(

Artemis and a couple of nameless cats belonging to my mother. My mom always feed stray cats and they will stick around the house because of that. The cage behind them are for rabbits.

This is Artemis II Kikuraides a.k.a. Kiki a year back, her first day at home from the petshop. I bought her because she was the most docile and playful kitten of the whole lot.

And this is her recent pic. I took this yesterday when I let her out for play. After the death of Artemis, I NEVER let any of my cats roam free around the house anymore.

A maneki neko @ Japanese fortune cat. I had this in my car before I gave it to a friend. The right paw beckons good luck. I also have metal key chains of maneki nekos.

And the most popular cat of all (This side of the planet, right after Garfield) is the blue cat-robot Doraemon of Japan. The franchise have over thousands of animated episodes and the merchandise are super cute. I have a huge (and cute) Doraemon mug in the teacher's lounge, 3 times larger than average. :) I'll take the pic soon.

p.s. - The name Artemis can be used to name both male and female. Some friends argued that it is a girl's name. Apparently they don't read as much as I do :)

Please do ask if you wanna see pics of others.

All pictures were taken by me, except of Doraemon.

Something You Guys Have To Know About How We Roll Here...

Below is the reply to one of the comments made from the previous entry. I just need to fill up the gaping holes abyss of information about how we do things here. Please keep it in mind as Malaysia is a very conservative country and some things you take for granted in your country may not easily exist here (though I am very open for discussion).  My reply might sound like I was angry or somewhat, but that's how I always roll, even in real life :)


We come from different parts of the planets :)
1. What they did was a CAPITAL offense. They SHOULD be expelled from school, but still, we are thinking of their future. Stripping off roles is the LEAST we can do to lessen the humiliation. We are not ogres.

2. Now comes the blaming part... Who is at fault? Schools here made it a point to tell the parents about their troublesome child, before any major move is taken. This GIRL (as you never knew her) had been warned SEVERAL TIMES not to go ANYWHERE near the boy. And of course she wouldn't listen. Her parents did what they could (I will not mention what) but still... a bad seed grows into a bad tree. FYI her parents are normal and functional.

3. Sexual education IS integrated into the syllabus, believe it or not! And we got lessons in Moral, Civic and Religion education to emphasize the do and don't. So imagine the kind of GIRL who is impervious to the MIGHTY ONSLAUGHT of good teaching at school! FYI she was sent several times to meet the counselor.

4. I am not a model child. I am a teacher. And it PAINS me to see nice children ruined by despicable individuals such as she. Never ASSUME we did nothing to prevent such thing to happen.

And we always think about it. (Of course we will never call the girl a slut in her face, but nice is nice, and she isn't).

:)


p.s. - I am not a vulgar person. If I call someone a 'slut', she deserves it because she has the quality of one. Kisses and hugs do not work with many children today. I am a teacher, and I meet hundreds of children everyday - of all shapes, age and level of attitude. We label them all CORRECTLY (well mostly)  :)

Sex and the Banana Tree

Yesterday, before letting the students go home for the midyear school holiday, the Vice Principal of Students' Affair called me up to meet him.


One boy prefect had been caught in a shameful conduct with his girlfriend after school was out the day before. They were alone in a banana-tree grove, not very far away from school.


I do not wish to go to great details. You can IMAGINE what they were doing there. Nothing heavy, mind you. But OF COURSE they weren't doing their school assignments in those bushes.


Anyway, the VP told me that both of the students' parents had been called to be informed of this interesting development. He also mentioned that the boy will be stripped off every position he is holding, including being a prefect. Mr VP asked me to have a talk with the said boy, and make him change his way.


Can I perform this miracle? OH, YES I CAN.


That particular boy wasn't the best prefect I have in school. Shy and very quiet. He's quite handsome, in a dark way and looks VERY GOOD in my blue uniform for prefects. (Sometimes you should have men and women who looks good to promote the establishment). He's a walking advertisement for 'good dressing'.


I blame the slut he had for a girlfriend. The girl isn't bad looking but as someone who understand the bad qualities in other, I know she was the one who always pushed in their relationship. I've heard many reports from students regarding this shameless hussy, about parading her boyfriend and making-up publicly outside the school. As I was never a busybody, I let them do whatever they want unless it bothers me.


Now I am bothered. I lost a prefect. 
Now it's my turn to END this beautiful, yet doomed love story.


I wonder why children are so impatient to grow up....
The girl had obviously destroyed her bf future in school. 


new update - OH MY GOD!!! One trusty informer just told me that the slut REALLY had sex with the said boy before this. The new revelation will devastate A LOT MORE people. (10.43 pm)

I Was Born Different - It's Not My Fault

I am not handicapped, or suffering from any chronic illnesses. I am not really good looking, but no one ever called me ugly either. I am just different in the head. Inside. The. Mind.


When I was a wee little boy of seven or eight, I already had bad thoughts concerning murdering certain people I didn't like and stealing stuff I fancied. So young, yet so evil. (Now you know why I got two Damien pictures in this blog, because I looked like him too - with my bowl cut hair).


But I knew my thoughts were VERY impure. And I spent most of my young life seeking things to amuse myself and trying not to think about the bad stuff. I didn't want to be the first ever serial killer preschooler :)


And I grew up different - inside. The saying goes; It's not your mother's fault you are born that way - which is very true. Being different makes you stand out of the normal circle. You can observe the normal joes and janes living their mundane life and when the spotlight almost hit you, jump again into the circle to mingle and BE NORMAL (for awhile). 


That's among the reason why I am so fabulously good in acting. We hide our true self so others wont run away. Showing your true colour monster demon self in this time and age is akin to career suicide. If Frankenstein had a proper plastic surgery, even he could live among the villagers in peace. I am rambling...


So once in a while, the REAL YOU who lives within wanna have a walk in the sunshine too. But you tell him to be nice and not hurt the poor villagers because that dark milleania had passed and it's a new gleaming brand new century - and polish your act. Because baddies nowadays should be suave and classy. 


Nobody but the vilest and craziest would want to be called a criminal. I am just a bad guy trapped in a good family. A morbid guy who is trying to be nice. Black heart who seeks the ray of light in people's life. 


It's tough to be me.