Coming, leaving, letting go.

It soothes me. The sound of rain, pitter pattering against the pavement. The slight glimpse of a lightning flash, preparing your heart, to anticipate the hearty boom of thunder.

I used to be scared of it. But she was always there for me. Since I was young. She will take me in her arms, cradling me like a little baby. “Hush Hush. It’s ok. I am here. There’s nothing to worry.”

It’s weird though. How I couldn’t comprehend anything that came out of her lips. But I could feel the security she provided. The comfort that spread through like wildfire. Like an invisible barrier, shielding me from harm. Like light of heaven.

The storm is brewing like a witch’s cauldron today. I curled up more tightly in the make shift tent I found, under the bridge, deserted by some homeless man who probably found a cozier abode.

Reminiscence of my childhood is blurry. I can’t really remember much. I only know I was taken from my mother when young. Thrown into a filthy place where a man with the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey would constantly come to terrorize me and the others, young and petrified. Probably all taken from their mothers too.

And then I met her. She felt like the mother I never had. Or even, a lover from my past life? What do I even know about it? Somehow. It’s just a feeling.

She has the most beautiful smile you know? Always smiling. Well. Most of the time. Sometimes I know she would cry because Jake hits her. There was once I lost control and tried to defend her from his cruel, drunken blows. But I was still young and helpless. He threw me off with just one swipe from his tattooed, muscular arm. I recall banging into the kitchen door, wounded from the impact.

She would then plead for him to let me go. “He’s just a little boy. Let him go. Let him go please Jake.” From then on, when she looked at me with pleading eyes, eyes cried swollen, I knew I will only hurt her more if I tried to speak up. So I learnt to just hide in a corner, trying not to even make a whimper whenever he hits her again.

I miss her so much.

I drifted off to a slumber, before waking up by default. It’s the time of the day again. I raced to the tracks I knew too well, past the railroads, to the familiar house by the stream. I would have stayed on there if I could. But the place was taped up by some men in navy uniform.

I am waiting for her to come back. I think this is the 68th day since she’s gone. I know that she will! Because I love her so much. I am sure she will…..

Footsteps approached me. I maintained a defensive stance, eyeing whoever that was approaching me. It was a kind looking lady, accompanied by a rather handsome man. She held out some food in a paper bag. It was macdonald’s! The irresistible scent wafted so strongly through my nostrils. I tried to keep a stoic expression. But my stomach growled.

“Hey kiddo. It’s ok. I know you must be hungry. Please, take it.” Her hand was outstretched. I went forward to accept the food and devoured it ravenously. The pair sat together with me by the sidewalk.

“I am Jane, and this is my buddy Walter. We are here to help you okay?” She said gently, holding out her hand again, affectionately.

I started to cry. All that pain, all that longing. It came crashing down on me. Jane held me in her arms, just like how she would.

“Hey kiddo. I would like to bring you to see someone you will love to meet.” I nodded, and followed.

I got into their car, and Jane sat with me while Walter drove. I looked out of the window, my heart palpitating. Are they bringing me to see her?

We got out to a grassy place. The sweet scent of flowers delighted my senses as I followed them anxiously. We stopped in front of what appears to be a large stone.

Its her!!! That beautiful face. It’s a photo stuck onto the stone. I went forward to inspect the stone. A weird feeling washed over me. Somehow… I could sense her. I could feel that she’s around. But where???

I turned to look in bewilderment.

Jane knelt down, beside me. She cupped my face in her warm palms. And I saw a tear roll down her cheek. She’s crying.

“Kiddo… she didn’t leave you on purpose. You know that right? She’s an angel kiddo. She’s in heaven now because… Because heaven needs her help. And you are a good boy isn’t it? Surely you will allow her to help out?”

The words came to me in a blur. I could not really understand it. But I know the word “heaven”. She always told me that I came from there, and that one day we will be there together.

Can I follow her then?

“Look kiddo. She wants you to be strong. You gotta be strong for her okay? She wants someone to look after you. And one day when you are ready, she will be waiting for you.”

I glanced down, trying to register what Jane said. I looked at her beautiful photo once more… and I, I think I understood.

Weeks later, I was introduced to a new home. A kindly young man, probably not much older than she was, took me in.

“Hey boy! Wait here. Someone coming through the door any minute would be SO happy to have you.”

So I stood right in front of the door, slightly nervous. And waited.

I heard soft footsteps approaching. And the door swung open.

“SURPRISE!” The kindly man shouted happily. It was a woman, with a nice smell, and the same kind of dazzling smile that she used to have.

“Oh my god Gerald!!!! HE’S SO AMAZING. HE’S PERFECT!!!” She knelt down and reached out her hand.

“Bob, is that? Bobby?” My eyes grew wider at that familiar name. That’s right. That’s what she always called me!

The woman had tears in her eyes too. But she was still smiling. “Bobby, I promise to love you forever.

Coming… leaving… letting go. I will go to heaven and She’ll be there waiting. I’m sure.

With an excited yelp, I wagged my tail and jumped into her arms.

I love you too.

 

 

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接受治疗

To my dearest readers, I know I promised an exciting post and trust me I took so many hilarious photos that I wanted to share with you. However it’s painful for me to browse through my photo gallery at the moment.

But I did get down to work to draw something… hahaha.

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Maomaocong says Happy Chinese New Year! 😀

HAHAHA. He looks retarded. I don’t know why I even like him so much. Darn cute. For those of you who watched my stream yesterday, I was going on about this really cute little lightbulb-ish humidifier. Remember Moscow? The air was so dry. So I figured its time to buy one of these portable magical objects. I got it on qoo10. I think it was only like… 15dollars?

Plug it into the usb port on ur laptop and this little thing whizzes to life. I think you can do a steam facial using it if you want to. Hehe. I MEAN HOWWWW THEY EVEN INCLUDED STONES AND LITTLE PALM TREE TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE AN ISLAND.

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SORRY GUYS I HAD THIS POST HIDDEN IN MY “DRAFTS” SINCE CNY SO I M JUST GOING TO CONTINUE WHERE I LEFT OFF HAHAHAHA.

SO BASICALLY,

I just celebrated lycan’s 5th birthday and my own LETS NOT GO INTO THE AGE.

Just in case you are wondering, his cake is a gigantic meat ball. LOL.

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I bought him 85$ worth of snacks from bow wow… this guy has better know how fucking luxurious and pampered he is.

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I can’t wait for February to be over actually. Because the page of my March calendar is a fresh one. With only plans for myself. I will face the only last day I have to meet him in March with my head high. As like I have been advised so many times. If my conscience is clear, heaven knows. He doesn’t have to know. Because it doesn’t matter anymore. And it doesn’t matter because there is no point in hanging around someone who doesn’t love you enough.

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Anyway just to make you guys jealous I WENT TO MALDIVES. One of my dream destinations holy shit. And one night stay is obviously not enough for me.

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DO U KNOW HOW MUCH I STRUGGLED TO BALANCE ON THIS IMPRACTICAL HAMMOCK.

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Posing in front of a jetski that I can’t afford to ride on. damn.

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Well….. at least kayaking is free.

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I want to be inside forever. Probably drown there but well. Water too shallow to die in. But certainly breathtaking enough to die in peace.

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IF YOU ARE NOT SAVING UP TO GO TO MALDIVES I DON’T KNOW WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR MONEY. YOU MAY DONATE IT TO ME. HAHAHA.

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SAW THE SPA BY THE VILLA AND ITS FUCKING 410 USD ++ FOR TWO PEOPLE.

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VELI LOVE ALWAYS OFFER.

I LOVE YOU VELI MUCH.

The resort is beautiful, albeit like a maze and the food is costly af but trust me it’s so worth it if you enjoy being in water just like me. Is it a coincidence since I am an Aquarian?

#deepthoughtsoftheuniverseandwhyheissuchajerk

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SO ITS COOKING TIME WITH VALEISKY!!!

EZPZ Prawn arrabiata for nerds like me who like to stay at home or cooking idiots trying to impress their girlfriends:

ALL you need:

*For 2*

1/3 pack of Penne pasta
Bacon (Optional)
Minced garlic
Fresh Basil leaves
A  medium can of quality “Diced tomatoes” (I used Hunt’s from NTUC)
Large peeled prawns, devined. (Mine costed about 7.80 SGD for two portions)
Olive oil, salt and pepper.

Cook the pasta:

– Add in salt and some olive oil into pot for good luck into a pot of water, bring to boil.
– Add in pasta when water is bubbling. Stir and check periodically.

!DO NOT PLAY DOTA AND FORGET THAT YOUR GAS IS ON!

Cook the sauce:

– In a heated saucepan, warm up olive oil. Throw in bacon (If you halal, skip this step)
– Throw in garlic and chilli. Ensure that fire IS NOT HUGE LIKE THE RAGING PITS OF        SATAN’S HOME so that the garlic won’t burn.
– Toss in prawns and ensure they are cooked thoroughly.
– Empty can of diced tomatoes with all the tomato sauce into pan.
– Keep tossing and mixing everything together.
– Simmer on low heat.

!DID YOU KNOW? PRAWNS CHANGE FROM GREY TO ORANGE = COOKED!

Finishing up:

– Drain penne pasta (Make sure pasta is al dente, I personally like it abit softer than that.)
– Throw pasta into the saucepan.
– Mix well.
– Serve up on your dinner plates, garnish with one fresh basil leaf FOR THAT INSTAGRAMMABLE TOUCH.

Your pasta is ready and your girlfriend will immediately believe you are marriage material once the lovely arrabiata pasta touches her lips.

And then it wouldn’t only be pasta that her lips touches later on 😉

LOL.

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And before we end obviously I JUST HAD TO let you guys know that my extremely hilarious sister burst into tears when we were having steamboat the other day. She went to get more food and then started crying when she realised we were only left with 15mins before the waiter chases us out because LUNCH was only 70 mins restriction.

And as her very supportive sister I just had to take photos of it and post it online. HAHAHA.

Love y’all. See you soon. Will be posting my KL SUNWAY LAGOON escapade soon. STAY TUNED OK.

 

 

 

 

 

Goddess Goneness

Hola mi campesinos.

As you know, your goddess will be away for work for some time! I will be lugging my ROG with me so that I can dota and hopefully find time to do up my next blog post AND HOPEFULLY COMPLETE MY SHORT STORY. (new one)

But due to unstable wifi in hotel, I wont be able to stream. 😥

So anyway, it appears that the expensive food that kind CY has bought for lycan as present caused Lycan some bad allergies. Apparently my dog is as cheapo as its owner, only likes cheap stuff. To be honest I don’t know if its really the food, or its the shampoo. But guys if you own a dog do be careful! Don’t end up like me. I only knew of Lycan’s allergies when I sent him for his full grooming. Because he always had skin problem, thus I couldn’t tell it was an allergy. I thought it was the skin problem that he always had.

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ANYWAY IF YOU GUYS DID NOT WATCH MY STREAM LET ME TELL U AGAIN. MY DAD BOUGHT ME 60 DOLLARS WORTH OF STAMPS. I told him “Pa, help me buy alot of stamps.” But because one stamp only 30 cents, i thought he will buy 10dollars… thats 33 stamps. Not alot meh?

HE BOUGHT 60DOLLARS THATS 200 stamps bro.

200

200 stamps

200 stamps for 60 dollars

1 stamp = 1 letter can be mailed

WHAT AM I DOING WITH 200 STAMPS.

My life is now complete

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In case you guys don’t know how imperfect your goddess can be, look at the photo below:

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Yes.. P is me. P for Potato. FOR PUTANG INA MO BOWLING. 

fucking ball. my ball was always magnetically attracted to the gutter. FUCK.

CANT PLAY BOWLING. DON’T LAUGH AT ME. I DONT WANT TO GO THERE AGAIN.

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So before I go, have a cute photo of my newest toy. It says that it’s a penguin… but it looks like a caterpillar. SO its a fucking caterpillar.

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Bye guys 😀 please stick around and wait for your goddess’ return.

Plz no carry

ENOUGH OF CARRIES.

Hello everyone. Your goddess has been missing for so damn long. I BET YOU MISSED HER LIKE CRAZY.
Don’t worry, shes safe and sound and in 1 piece. 😀 or you want her in 2 piece?

DID YOU GET THAT PUN BRO.

Yes, I am in a better mood now. 🙂

I guess all I really want to do right now is to look forward to the legacy airlines interviews, and then do the part-time job that I love whilst still keeping up with my freelancing. And yes, people have been asking me to stream. I am still hesitating as its alot of work for a computer idiot like me. I only know how to PRESS THE ON BUTTON. and then suffocate the computer by holding the on button when the com hangs. That’s about it.

And what if I stream and no one watches it 😥 Afterall, I am no dendi. Will you support my stream? 😀

 

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Anyway something bad happened to my dear slut. He’s bald now 😥

So the story goes one fine day I was cuddling him to zzz, took some photos of him as usual and then gave him a good rub WHEN I FOUND A FUCKING MOTHERFUCKING LARGE TICK. It was burrowed into his neck and lycan was oblivious. OH MY HIGH HEAVENS AND GREATEST ULTRA UNIVERSE.

Can you believe it. I slept with a tick. I SLEPT WITH A TICK AND I CARESSED IT THINKING IT WAS FUR OH MY

 

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LOOK AT THE MONSTROSITY. So anyway yeah I panicked like a loving mum and sent him to the groomer’s which also happens to be the world’s most unscrupulous shop ever. Spent a bomb. The groomer made me buy two tick-and-flea sprays. One is 39.90. One is 47.90. She told me, the 39.90 is to spray the floor. 47.90 is to spray Lycan. I went home and checked the labels. FUCK. THEY ARE BOTH MEANT TO SPRAY DOGS.

So that’s the story of how I bought two sprays that carries the same application purpose. Here are his bald photos.

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I know, dat cone looks retarded. LOL. poor lycan.

 

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Did the SMRT imob event recently. Hell yeah it was quite fun! Too bad people who work for the event can’t participate in the contest. Else i’d definitely want to win that amazing huawei phone and use it just to take photos. LOL

 

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My favorite lychee martini! Was working for cable car (the pub behind centerpoint) and after my work ended, the nice bartender made me a special lychee martini with 4 LYCHEES! Yay 😀

 

What’d you say about red lipstick? I used to love wearing it alot. Suddenly found the urge to wear it again. Despite dat stick of awessomeness reminding me of my former shitty cabin crew life. HAHA.

First shot taken at mambo jumbo! Went with yama and his friends. IT WAS SOOOOOOOO FUN. Altho there were disgusting guys trying to stick their tongues down some drunk girls’ throats but hell, who cares.

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Red lips always look good on a girl!

Its sad to think that music from the 80s and 90s are fading out and that now everyone’s into EDM. I love the feeling of the mob dancing in sync to the music together. No sleazy grinding, no whorish moves. Just plain, fun and clean dance. I love britney spears and modern talking to bits. 🙂

I remember in secondary school, my friends used to laugh at me when I told them my favorite band is modern talking. They asked me what era am I from. I used to wonder is that the reason why I was never part of the cool kids. Now, I think I am ashamed  to be embarrassed of what I love. Let the 80s live on!

 

Anyway, I just really have to emphasize on my blessed life with my nonsensical family members.

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My sister believes my dog vomited from whining too hard.

 

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Don’t, I repeat, don’t ever take the double bicycle with my mother because it will be you doing 2 persons’ work. HAHAHA

I was damn sad the other day because I cooked carbonara pasta for dinner, and kept some cooked pasta and mushrooms in the fridge with plans of making a tomato based pasta the next day for lunch. TO MY DISAPPOINTMENT, my mum threw the pasta away having mistaken it for some mouldy noodles that has been kept for ages in the fridge.

But YES. OUR FRIDGE ALWAYS HAS A MIRACULOUSLY BOUNTIFUL SUPPLY OF EXPIRED FOODS. so the next time you come, and want to grab something from the racks, check the date. smell it. look closely. Because my sister and I have had waaaaay too much of the spoilt milk, cheese, meats, soured leftovers and MOULDY GRAPES,ORANGES, CHILLI SAUCE THAT CHANGED COLOR

AND LETS NOT FORGET. EVEN OUR BANDAIDS EXPIRED.

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Cooked instant noodles in the end 😥

Welcome to my home. HAHAHA

 

But okay la, enough of gross (but true) stuff. Here are some yummy food I ate the past week.

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Smoked salmon salad in balsamic vinegar

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Savory omelette rice with smoked salmon and half tamago

Had them at the Japanese cafe in 313, lvl 3/4 can’t remember.Quite expensive, and only average in tastiness.

 

 

 

 

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Seafood paella

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Garlic pork with mash.

Had my usuals at marche and now that I think about it, although the paella is really tasty, its super bo hua since its 19 bucks for a serving. Siao.

Eh, someone piqued your goddess a few days back. He said “models nowadays are so superficial and only know how to cover in thick make up and stand around like a vase, take selfies and act pretty.” I beg to differ, you obnoxious, shitty man.

 

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SEE? I don’t need to act. I AM ALWAYS GORGEOUS. YOUR GODDESS IS ALWAYS GORGEOUS EVEN IF SHE GIVES YOU THAT EXPRESSION. REMEMBER IT PEASANTS. ❤