Emotions Amok [情感世界]

his highness has always been impressed with someone remembers his name. its a sweet thing to always remember someone’s name.

and when ys’s dad remembered his name (his mom did too) at the airport when the boys were kicking ys off to uk, he was genuine flattered. afterall, it’s been 12 years since he last spoke to him. hmmm…

its a rare thing for parents to actually remembered name of the friends of their kid =)


well… quite a few parents do know his royal highness’s name. in a good way of course =)


and boy, ys’s younger bro – yy – by many years look damm macho… no more than noisy kid who runs around too much… =D


to all the nice people who remember names, people and faces =) kudos to you.

to all those who don’t… start getting a camera and a marker!


and so, his royal highness decided to take a break from being his royal highness. poof! and he’s now playing the role of one who works in the service industry. right behind the table tag that screams SERVICE COUNTER.

why so? because he’s being doing a lot of services at his table.


the normal chap or lady sitting at the table gets paid to perform services to the general public. as such, they dedicate much of their time and energy to servicing others. well, they get paid after all. it is part of their employment scope.

even if the other chaps asking them has zero courtesy protocols, the service personnel does it without a flinch on his or her face. after all, they are paid. endure it, they must or have to do.

drop the Ps and Qs, and they still do it willingly.


then again, when his highness dons his legendary role and role plays, he doesn’t get paid. it’s a zero sum.

still, the crappy load of people (let’s be civilized here) expects the same. they continue demand, request, ask this ask that, all at the same time expecting excellent services.

hello, he’s NOT paid here. he performs a service. SO, entertain him and be nice. give your proper accords and respect. give your appreciation. it doesn’t have to be the traditional Ps and Qs. simply do not freaking disappear without a word when it’s done.

if customers insist on doing that. they should PAY.


of course, this post is not directed at the one who asked about photoshop the previous night. photoshop chap’s a dear friend.

this post is directed at the non-so dear people (really, the term human is simply good a word for them…).


so… PAY up. unless i’m sweet on you.

i bite a LOT.

i remember.

and so, this post is probably LONG overdue, according to those that matter a bit (or significantly or NOT). then again, his highness been waiting for eons to post this entry. afterall, he has to take a picture of the finishes product and post it here.

there you go. it’s a before, after, and aftermath thingy.

and the story goes…

dec 31, 2007: it’s the new year again. this time round, the boys, or rather those that could make it (at least, those still left in singapore anyway) gathered for a bit. it was an awkward date to start with. i mean… who gathers on the eve of new year’s day when there was never the slightest intent to actually go for a countdown? well… we did…. hohoho.

and so, the boys meet up. had some yummy food. some yummy talk. it was going to be simple dinner, a catch up session and its back home to ZzzzZ and laze on new year’s eve. at least, that’s what his royalness presumed. and all of a sudden, we decided to do a new year’s countdown party. we were, after all, in the vicinity of the joyous and mad craze crowd zonal.

well… des was supposed to meet us. and then he didn’t. that’s when wc bestowed the ‘air force general’ title on him. for those who don’t know…. it is linked to the chinese slang 放飞机、放鸽子, or the english term for fly aeroplance, or the hokkien dialect buang fei key (was it even spelled like this? lol), the cantonese dialect fong fei kay. anyway, that’s another story for another time.

and so we all went. blah blah blah. on a side note, the royal advisor went with 琥珀. his highness wanted to butt in, but alas… =(. on another side note, the twin goddess went too with no-idea-who, or her bf. who knows? so it seems, the whole world was at the durian region (aka esplanade).

on another side note… how come his highness remembers all that clearly? damm… for he always remembers. eeky. freaky. if only such talents was directed towards mugging…. hohoho

anyway… to cut it short. everyone watched the fireworks. ys did his usual intensive photo-whoring and photo uploading on his blog, facebook, and the what-so-ever online albums. so after that, we, the boys got hungry and decided on yummy-ing again. this time round at the dou jiang you tiao in the nearby region. it’s actually the famous store at that rat-hole area (btw, there’s cockroaches and rats there… eeky)

and his highness took out his specs. it was bent. well.. it was bent since eons ago due to some inferior design flaws. it broke quite some time ago. he had it fixed. let’s termed it as IT BROKE v1.0.

anyway.. it was bent. and he decided to bent it back a little so that it actually makes wearing more comfortable. it was just a little bent. and .. it BROKE AGAIN… let’s term it IT BROKE v2.0. and here’s the picture…


and yes, as ys kindly said. the shadow of the specs seem to be of an higher artistic value.

so… poor highness has to return home at dawn hours with a broken specs. walking, crossing the traffic without his specs with all the 700 degrees blindness…

he fixed it a week after it broke on one fine day. and it look like this

it BROKE v2.0

yellow specs w white frames as the original color. black sides. the reason it’s different from the what his highness says as shown in the picture is because… he BROKE one side of the ear frame within a week.

he was putting it on. he stretch it. and it BROKE again. WTF!!! so. IT BROKE v3.0 =(. this time round, he simply got sianZ over his talent for destruction. and promptly took out the spare from the other time and fixed it himself.

with a different colored sides… no one noticed anymore then the common folks. and it has styled as said by the royal advisor. hmm. on that, his highness couldn’t AGREE more =D

and so, his highness made one more pair of specs. =D

it’s on a night like this that thoughts couldn’t be clearer. it’s on a night like this where there ain’t any other distractions of the night. the rain has drowned out the croaks of the toads, the cries of the lizards and other insects in the vicinity. and what all we can hear is the sound of the rain, like a battering ram hitting on the grounds

strange. the splattering calms the nerves, just like what the waves from the coast and beaches does. the calm repetitive motion and sound that seems safe and clear.

somethings in life, we are used to the policy ‘blood for blood’, ‘an eye for an eye’, ‘a taste of your own medicine’, ‘do not, what you want others to do not on you’. till the extend that its a habit. so flawlessly integrated into our system that its an auto defense mechanism system.

these day, everyone his highness meet simply enjoys revolving about the topic of getting a ‘legal wheels’ and the big C. seemingly that the big C forms the aspect of all life and social. where the big C makes the world go round. as if without a big C, a man is a lesser. a lesser than beta creature.

while being alpha is a not too important task for his not so mightiness, being beta is fine. after, a beta takes things the easier way out where alpha has to fight their way to retain their alpha status. a beta with a supporting round is fine. all alphas need betas’ aid for their knightship.

perhaps his highness enjoys being beta too much.

erm… why is the topic branching off to betas… out of the point again.


back to the big C. if only everyone would shut their big thoughts on a big C topic. life will just on fine. there’s already pretty much chaos and complex sense on that. theres prob no need to rub it in.

then again, when even the royal family rubs that in with EVERY single association. it is a pain in e arse. and his highness kept his silence. still, they go on, session after session of counsel meeting.



the big C is already an issue. period


recent, his highness was talking to pokemon. pokemon sweet as usual. we talk about some past. it was great mind sharing.

and well, she’s astonished that his highness been a B.A all the while. she says his highness a GEM.

GEM GEM GEM, was all she said.

and surprising, his royalness reply with something truthful. afterall, she has shared something that was of real importance from her past. its only fair that he give some truth, aside from the usual crap he gives others.

same question. yet different answers for different people of different degrees of worthiness

he replied pokemon, “w no C, no M n no L… of course……….”. in reality, he meant ‘w no C, no M n no L… of course i’m a B.A in e social’.

simple logic. still, pokemon’s a treasure with her replies of “pure”, “goodness”, GEM. a good girl, she’s now. greatness. and its a royal blessing to know someone worthy =)

to top it off (or down), with some counsel sessions who been rubbing on the C issue. its a blessing.


and so, when anyones decides to talk about a C, he simply keeps mum and tune off. sulkin, he hope they get the point and stfu.

they never did.

thats why humans are disappointing.

and felines are so much better. afterall, they dun talk. they either purr or scratch.


and so, just the other time. he stop being beta and went alpha. to give those C topics chatters a taste of their vulnerability. just one dose, and they weren’t too happy about it.

if there is a need to be alpha, the beta will go alpha on blood for blood. otherwise, they prefer to be beta, and let the wanna alphas roam.

let him be. a beta.

As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.She was
my so-called ‘best friend’. I
stared at her long, silky hair. I
wished she were mine, but she didn’t
notice me like that.And I knew it.

After class she walked up to me and
asked me for the notes she had missed
the day before, and I handed them to
her.She said ‘thanks’ and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. I wanted to
tell her. I wanted her to know that I
don’t want to be just friends. I
love her, but I’m just too shy. And I
don’t know why.

11th Grade…

The phone rang. It was her on the
other end. She was in tears, mumbling
on and on about how her love had
broke her heart.

She asked me to come over because she
didn’t want to be alone, so I
did. As I sat next to her on the sofa,
I stared at her soft eyes,
wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a
Drew Barrymore movie,and three bags of
chips, she decided to go to sleep. She
looked at me,said ‘thanks,’ and gave
me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell
her. I want her to know that I don’t
want to be just friends. I love her,
but I’m just too shy.And I don’t know

12th Grade…

The day before prom she walked to
my locker. ‘My date is sick,’ she
said. He’s not going to go. Well,
I didn’t have a date and in 7th grade
we made a promise that if neither
of us had dates we would go together
just as ‘best friends,’ so we

Prom night, after everything was
over,I was standing at her front door
step. I stared at her. She smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal
eyes. I want her to be mine, but she
doesn’t think of me like that,and I
know it. Then she said, ‘I had
the best time,thanks!’ and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her.
I want her to know that I don’t
want to be just friends. I love her,
but I’m just too shy. And I don’t know

Graduation Day…

A day passed. A week passed. A
month passed. Before I could blink, it
was graduation day. I watched as
her perfect body floated like an angel
up on stage to get her diploma. I
wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t
notice me like that, and I knew
it. Before everyone went home, she came
to me in her smock and hat, and
she cried as I hugged her. Then, she
lifted her head from my shoulder
and said, ‘You’re my best friend,
thanks!’ and gave me a kiss on
the cheek. I want to tell her. I want
her to know that I don’t want to be
just friends. I love her, but I’m just
too shy. And I don’t know why…

A Few Years Later…

Now, I sit in the pews of the
church. She is getting married,now. I
watched her say, ‘I do’ and drive
off to her new life, married to
another man. I wanted her to be
mine but she didn’t see me like that,
and I knew it. But before she
drove away, she came to me and
said, ‘You came!’ She said, ‘thanks!’
and kissed me on the cheek.I want to
tell her. I want her to know that I
don’t want to be just friends. I love
her, but I’m just too shy. And I
don’t know why…


Years pass, and I looked down at
the coffin of the girl who used to be
my best friend.’ At the service
they read a diary entry she had wrote
in her high school years. This is
what it read: I stare at him wishing he
were mine. But he doesn’t notice
me like that, and I know it. I want to
tell him. I want him to know that
I don’t want to be just friends. I
love him, but I’m just too shy, and I
don’t know why. I wish he would
tell me he loved me…i wish I did
too…i thought to myself, and I


1 of the chain mails received. thought i’ve heard it, and read it somewhere long forgotten in the past, reading this story still reminds us all of the regrets we had.

then again, we are generally fallens of such. =X

what’s the difference between men and women?

what’s the difference between between boys and girls?

what’s the difference between between the old and the young?

despite all the senseless debates, in the end, we are all the same.

dust. dust. we are just dust and ashes. we are the same after all.






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