InBetween Breaths

Today, I went out with a girl and a dog. One whom I love a lot and one who loves me a lot.

The one who loves me a lot don’t seem to get much of my attention but insists on flirting with me. The one whom I love a lot get a lot of my attention but seldom flirts with me.

The one whom I love a lot loves the one who loves me a lot. Yet, the one who loves me a lot seems to love me a lot more than the one whom I love a lot.

This really makes the one whom I love a lot jealous but what can I do if I’m charming? If given a choice, I’d rather be less charming…

But seriously, my heart goes to the one whom I love a lot, thus, the most important question is, does the one whom I love a lot love the one who loves me a lot more or loves me more?

Only the one whom I love a lot can answer this question. Love can be a very funny thing, confusing at times…

There were moments when we were close
Running freely in that familiar field
We broke down walls of defense
And bonded like brothers

But time had a race with us
We lost miserably as we barely kept up
We broke the allegiance
And stood as time passed us by

As u led a life uncommon
I was living mine
Yet when the blue moon came
The chord was struck like before

While I planned to savor
My moments into words
You planned to rescind
Your words into moments

As I stepped in
You stepped out
But that moment in between
The chord was struck again

I saw the end
And then I saw the start
There was a difference
Yet I could feel the bonds

Never strong like before
But wavering between the lines
There were thoughts
Seemingly familiar yet miles apart

I saw messages for tomorrow
Embedded them in mind
Inspired and prepared I am
For the journey ahead

A legend in this league
Or so I was told
I thought you were common
Till you prove otherwise

Now I truly regret
The words I have missed
As you draw the curtains
Kudos to a life uncommon

A tribute to a legend, a friend, an acquaintance and a brother I barely knew

Ever since school started, my status as full time driver was suddenly reduced to part time, thanks to the wise guy who proposed for a campus in the city and totally forgot about the increased cost accompanying such a move. Now, I got to wake up an hour earlier to catch the train (a seemingly familiar yet foreign experience). Anyway, I belonged to the transitlink card era and the ez-link was a totally new experience for me. And I do admit the first few times were a little embarrassing as I struggled to find the best way to tap my card properly without being identified as a newbie.

So today, I was taking a feeder service back home and happened to take a seat near the card reader at the rear exit door of the bus. Then, I finally realize the true masters of the EZlink. There were four of them throughout the entire journey. They boarded the bus and tapped their card as usual at the entrance. And as they walked passed the exit door, in one fluid motion, so fast that you probably wouldn’t catch it if you blinked, they gave a small swing of the arm towards the exit door and then straight into the bags/wallets. Then, a moment later, you hear a ‘beep’ from the card reader. Before you know it, they proceeded like ordinary passengers searching for a vacant seat. A master, truly.

So that’s how bus companies lost millions of dollars. But they have devised a way to counter this problem. When the exit door closes, the card reader immediately turns inactive and no tappings will be registered. Some of the lower skilled apprentices tried it and were visibly disappointed when they failed. Only the true masters were able to pull off this stunt and let bus companies bite the dust.

I will probably never be able to become a master since I’m taking a course on Ethics in school now and I will probably be deeply impacted and traumatized if I had done something like that. In addition, I think I have passed my prime to learn this trade because, believe it or not, the youngest master was no more than 12 years old as he donned a familiar neighbourhood school uniform and bore a striking resemblance to 5566’s Meng Ze. His pot belly was so huge that the huge scool bag on his back was necessary to help him find his equilibrium and stand firmly on the moving bus. (I don’t mean to be crude, but it’s really true, believe me, I’m taking ethics now, I can’t lie…) Yet, his cute face made up for all the excess baggage on him.

Well, I guess these masters will continue to ply their trade in these loopholes of our ezlink system. So until the bus companies find a better way to resolve this, hail the masters!

Have you ever tried studying in comfort in a fast-food restaurant and felt totally in your groove and ready to take up all the challenges from the particle mechanics notes you diligently took down during your lecture, complete with the perfect short hand technique that you have devised where no one else will understand except yourself? Good for you if you have, now get out of this blog because what’s coming next will be hard to swallow.

I knew you will read on, you studying freak, can’t miss out on any details, right, just in case it pops out in the exams. Well, I went down to the airport today and was feeling terribly famished. The feeling I got when I saw the picture of a tender juicy double patty mushroom-swiss burger meal complete with fries and a nice refreshing coke was totally….heavenly! So I went on in search of a seat. Tables after tables, it was all filled with books, A Maths, E Maths, Geography, Physics, Chemistry, Economics…you name it, they have it! Alright, a more realistic number will be about 70% of the restaurant. But, heck, I couldn’t even find a single seat! So I started walking around a bit, hoping some of them will realize that this is no library for fact hungry students, it’s a fast-FOOD restaurant for organic hungry dudes, like an extremely hungry ME!

After a while, I was totally pissed. Then, this nice girl and her fellow accomplices offered to share her table. Then I went, “No, it’s ok. You enjoy your MEAL!” Of course, being a nice guy, I didn’t say that last line, but it was in my mind. I proceed to leave the restaurant, mad, boiling and still hungry. I guess I don’t have to remind you that a hungry man is an angry man! Well, since I’m a student, I bet there’s a chance that I will get to the other end of this spectrum but until that comes, this is the way it is. Now, find somewhere else to study, you morons knowledge monsters!

To round off a terribly bad day, I am at an all week low because of this man…

Those who know who he is and what I’m talking about, shut up! I didn’t ask for your comments!

Life is beautiful
Or so said the wise
Dawn broke, the field buzzing
Peasants, peasants and more peasants

Under rays of fire
Finding a life worthwhile
Droplets trickled, soil stained
Nothing but bore

Living is but a passing phrase!
Peasants made merry with words
Sharing voices, making noises
Anything but bore

Under tears of joy
Shovels slogged harder
Then dust settles, the field silent
This was life

The wise was never wrong
Reminiscence was honey
With every moment savored
In between breaths

By Dao

I had intended to use the ‘About Me’ section of Blogger but realized how useless it was. I was practicing hard on the paragraphing and line spacing techniques that my essay-writing teacher had spent countless hours teaching me. And when I click on publish, I just got a whole chunk of words! What the f**k hell, I wanted to give up then and there. Isn’t it amusing that Blogger almost convinced me to stop blogging. How ironic can that get?

Anyway, yes, I do want to stop swearing by the time I’m 23. But I must make it clear, I’m NOT a foul-mouth ruffian. In fact, I probably swear only when I’m playing soccer, badminton or some sort of sports. I guess the swearing comes as a part of the package with the adrenaline. So not to worry, I am still a gentleman when I don’t do sports, problem is, Sports is on a 3 times per week basis!

The reason I want to start blogging was just that I wanted to read, learn and understand myself more in 10 years time. It was just this simple thought I had when I pounced on the losers’ bandwagon. Perhaps losing is not a bad thing after all, if I lose some of my time now, maybe I can reap my rewards in 10 years. We call this ‘Long Term Investment’ in school. So, this investment better be worthwhile because I’m rather risk-adverse and for all the time that I’m going to invest, Dao better make sure I see the pot of gold at the end of this rainbow. In addition, I am also unsure of the chances of me reneging. (For NON- Business students, this just means the event that one joins a queue and feels that the waiting time is too long and leaves the queue. For Business students, if you were reading the definition, you should probably spend some time reading your textbooks and less blogs.) At this moment, I guess I’ll probably be staying for a while but I don’t know about tomorrow, nobody knows…

Getting things started was probably the most difficult. I was pondering so long whether to get this blog started that I thought I was about to give up on the idea. I never believe that blogging will be a part of my life. I felt that this was all a waste of time and I haven't exactly got that sort of time to waste man! (I'm a business student, what do u expect?) I guess you losers just have nothing else to do...

...Now I wonder why I'm typing this entry, if only I can make some sort of income just by typing all these s**t out...

So...Dao, welcome to the club of losers!