Touch Me

Touch my heart,at least. Like goldilocks and HD girl did.

Cravio Lips.
Well the first one isn't really about me being touched but more of me getting nervous under the heat and the blushing.hah. Yes, heroes do blush once in a while. Me and goldie, we were eating ice cream and then she had to go up to her house before my successor, eri, gets home cause apparently the kid havent yet earned his own bunch of house keys so she suddenly put her left arm around my waist and kiss my cheeks, next she tiptoed and put her lips to mine. It was just a peck but all the blood were rushing to my lips as the combustion of energies brought me inches off the ground when our lips collide. That first kiss was a surprise.

Sentosa Down.
Me and goldie, we planned to go to the beach. Have it all to ourselves. The sun, sand, sea and fried macaroni. She called me up the day before, sounding sick. She whined about not feeling well and how she's feeling like a fever's coming down, a fever's coming down. Next morning i wake up, absent-mindedly I prepared all the things for sentosa. Then i realised she said she's not feeling well. hah. Later that evening i decided to give sick girl a visit. I packed the fried macaroni and all the way to lakeside, i went. Gave her a call but she's at her grandma's place. She asked me why and bla bla bla. Told her i was at her void deck, she super-shocked. She didn't believe what she heard so i told her "come here and see me then". Once she reached we sat at the void deck and she was coughing. She even almost vomit like last time. (Loser uh that girl, everytime get sick.) I passed her the macaroni. When i had to leave, she glanced me a smile while holding the food and said thanks. I like how she does that and i rewarded her with a kiss on the forehead.

Rising Voice.
It was a the night before school reopens. I had to make sure that i wake up at 6.3oam tomorrow and there is no better person to ensure that than goldie. I messaged her and told her my request. She replied saying her class starts late and she won't be awake at 6.3oam but she won't mind waking me up. Like that's sweet. Losing a few minutes of sleep just to wake me up. Sleep minutes are precious to snoozers all over the globe.

The Lizard King Sacrifice.
It was an unplanned outing. Milkshake at memories, grocery shopping at paragon and prata at geylang weren't really anything much, just some kind of quality time but the highlight is when HD girl asked me to dig into her back pocket. And guess what i found? Jim Morrison. She said i could have it even when it meant much to her because i look like Jim. Its the greatest thing to have happened. Greater than the bus ride after my haircut. Greater than the hug at her busstop. Greater than Franzi Meteorite Ride. Its just too big, a sacrifice.

A Sunrise

Tell me, beautiful,
When was the last time you saw yourself?
I mean, really looked at yourself?
Seen how beautiful you really are,
How the light helps you shine when you smile,
The sparkle in your eyes?
When was the last time you put on that dress
And twirled in it, pretending to dance,
Just for memory's sake?
And have you ever seen just who you are to me?
You may not be what everyone else considers beautiful,
But since when does everyone else know anything?
You may think you're just another girl,
But to me you're the only girl in the world,
And when you look at me,
Yours is the only face I ever want to see.
You are my whole world,
And you mean everything to me.
Wake me from this beautiful dream with the sunrise of your smile.

p/s:this is a poem written for a retard.

Its Like Hah.

I have a job interview tomorrow evening at some office in the cbd district. Its like hah. whoa~ Me? Coupled with some admin job? hah. Earning 2k. Its like hah. I can't believe it. And then i'm also probably going to start work in a hotel at the cafehouse. Thanks to my solid 7 month experience as a professional barista. Yeah, you read it right, PROFESSIONAL BARISTA. Not the kind of barista you get at McC, Starb. and etc whom doesn't pratice hi-standard quality control for their espresso coffees. Coffee grinds, burnt milk and burnt coffee, what could be worse? ugh-

The Task

The boyfriend task was completed.
1)with 80% satifaction.
2)with goldie being as beautiful as ever.
3)with me knowing all is not lost.

And as she had said, she was going to Ite Macpherson for some training. (which i assume to be something associated with f&b operations) But least did i know the training was actually for some beauty pageant thingy.hah. Though goldie might be short, i do have faith in her to be one of the 30 qualifiers out of the 650 people trying out for the pageant. That will be a story for a different time because i'm not typing about the qualifiers but the task, instead. Yes, the very task i had to accomplished. The task i had ever done a long, long time ago and yesterday, my service is once more called for by goldilocks. (and at this point you can say that i'm super elated that she wants to be in my company)
I saw her sitting at the didi area of ecv mrt. I went up to her and then we made our way to the bus stop. The usual chit chat and so on. Ouh and i smelled her hair. Smelled so nice and sweet like jelly. I swear i can sleep peacefully if the air smelled like her. We also held hands like couples do in the bus as she rests her head on my shoulder. A little bit of a hug once in awhile at the institution and a kiss goodbye once she has to enter the room. aaaaaaaaah~ its perfect for now.

ROMA VIKTOR!

ahhhhhhh~ Italia, my love. (nuff said)

Brick In My Heart

So yea this is my 1st entry for the month of july, not that it's of any importance to note. hah.
Story of the day is when i was cleaning the closet my Ma came in and shows her new symbol of authority; the rotan a.k.a the cane.(which she just bought) and kid bro startled with fright at the sight of it.(yes, it does send shivers down his spine) psst. mine too.

From our(the children) point of view, when we see the rotan in Ma's hand its like the bitter end, the killing sword, the whip and she the deliverer of pain. But what's interesting is that from Ma's point of view. Its a nolstagic reminder of her days of rule, when we were the kids who came home dirrty and muddy from catching spiders or tadpoles. Which is enough wrong to be caned but today when we are all teenagers and young adults, all that's left is none of her strong veto power and simply the fact that most of what she says will fall on deaf ears. So purchasing the rotan is the closest thing Ma can get to her glory days. The time where we(the ungrateful kids) will suddenly be good little boys and girls at the threat.

Ma, i want you to know i love you and pls pls pls keep me safe from harm. No matter what ever happens, i'll be your little naughty boy who secretly respect and honour you. Knowing you bought the cane as reminder of your strong rule has put a heavy feeling in my heart. (because i realised how much you miss us obeying your orders without questions)

P/s: I'm Sorry, mama.