the road of colour 

an insane week

I should change the name of my blog soon…

It’s far from being a weekly rant, I’m not even sure it can be called a monthly rant really… judging from my constant disappearances, I’m sure this will keep up, teehee…

Come to think of it… I haven spoken to my family since 2 weeks ago when I chatted with my mom early in the morning before I left for work… I can’t say that I’m a really bad son, just that I’m very a ‘mood’ person… I very much enjoy the walk to work in the mornings but then there are mornings which I totally feel like taking the bus.

might once again boil down back again to the fact that I’m not a routine person by any virtue, and seriously dread being bonded by it.

So now I’m not particularly looking forward to the moment I pick up the phone to connect home, that little somewhere a few thousand miles away called home, for I’m quite certain the voice on the other end will be asking why I hadn’t called home earlier… and frankly, I can’t tell her that I hate to be restricted to routines, can i? it’ll be something so very simple, yet hard to understand and complicated to elaborate any further…

Life can be such a wicked piece of shit sometimes…

a week of absence

Over the past few weekend, I’ve met up with the weirdest assortment of friends that dropped by the grey city of London…

Norman arrived via train from York at King’s Cross Station in the late hours of Friday night. This would be his last UK trip before he leaves for Singapore the coming week and so he decided to come in and visit me over the weekend before he heads home.

Past the grocers, we walked in and out with a bottle of Jose Cuero Tequila, which would be the downfall and undermine the plans of the following day, largely due to the fact that we would both suffer from an ugly hangover; waking up to the world on a lovely Sat afternoon that’s shifting around bits when I move about too suddenly… haha…

the silliness of drinking half a bottle each the night before…

Dennis and his friend Joanna were also in town on Sunday afternoon at Hearthrow as he drops by London on his way to Sheffield for a semester of exchange… thus the main bulk of the weekend was devoted to friends, all whom I knew from a million years ago… =)

Strangely, as Norm puts it, we have met more jc friends here than we would have back home… more so because we are meeting up in a land where ‘home’ friends are hard to come by…

Another reason is that a lot of us just take our friends for granted most of the time…

finally got my health back together again after such a painstaking long period of time… that’s one major issue with me; I dun usually fall ill that often but when I do, I do take quite a long while to nurse myself back to the original state… haha…

The fact that I dun know how to see a doctor here kinds of put me off from getting proper medication… it’s quite a tedious procedure especially when your HR manager is fucked up, doesn’t brief you properly about company medical benefits when we started work and is never at her desk when you need her… lazy bitch.

a most perculiar thing happened to the backyard of my house…

while I was happily seated and smoking in the yard after dinner today, I suddenly realized that some, if not all, of the overgrown creepers that had been growing from the edge of my duckweed-infested pond all the way up to the window of the 2nd level, had mysteriously “vanished” without a trace!

While I pondered deeply for a minute or two, I realized then what had happened.

A closer look at the corner where the plant had been growing, that particular spot of “embankment” had collapsed slightly into the ‘loch’ ( reminds me of one cos it’s all dark and murky and one can’t really tell if hideous creatures are residing in that depths ). Fresh green leaves were also floating serenely upon the waters while some lay scattered on a nearby window sill. The soil upon where the plant used to flourished had been trampled and looked upturned.

A month ago, the fat Brit fellow living just above had mentioned to me to contact my landlord to trim the creepers, reasonably because it was growing right across his son’s bedroom window and that he had difficulty opening it fully.

And so I did.

Which means that either the landlady sent a goon up to the place and when he found no one home to let him in, he gaily climbed over my wooden picket fence into my backyard, proceeding on the business at hand

OR… it was the neighbour that climbed in to personally do the job that could have been irritating the shit outta him… unlikely for such hassle but not totally impossible.

Either way, this whole creepers issue is giving me quite the creeps.

sandwich days

never before, in the entire 25 years of my supreme existence, have i ate so many sandwiches in my life...
voluntarily on that account...

usually i hated to even think of eating sandwiches, no matter whether it's filled with roast beef or abalone(hmm), and simply because of the fact that a hot steaming bowl of fishball or wanton noodles lay awaiting in a nearby locality... why settle for some miserable cold fillings between 2 slices of bread that might have laid in the supermarket or cafe for godknows howlong???

yes, and here comes the days when i chew happily into a homemade sandwich of cheese, lettuce, turkey ham and a dash of butter... since i have long given up on the thoughts of finding any hot and steaming food for a price that's parallel to that back home... well wanton mee would be abt £4 for a pretty standard one.

IMAGINE paying S$12 to the foodcourt auntie for a bowl of wanton noodles then casually asking her to keep the change. I bet kerhow's balls that she will never forget you. (i figured he might not read this so heck, why not)

so here i am, sitting in the office, looking at a colourful noticeboard of colourtables that the firm uses, while gleefully typing away into my blog.... the silent stillness of the office calm punctuated every now and then by my loud coughing.

yes i am quite sick.

yesterday i called in sick due to a fever, which i still kinda have, cough and flu... and i literally spent the HAPPIEST day of my life sleeping away in bed... haha... i love waking up and then falling back asleep even though it has been say, 10 hrs... the closer ones would know of my famous habit of being able to sleep anywhere and everywhere... which in one instance i did regret but nevertheless is a trait i adore...

thus much of yesterday was spent sleeping or lazing in bed where i watched digital telly, going through an entire series of Frasiers and Cheers... fantastic man... u know some peeps i know dun fancy the american accent (Brits dun like e Americans at all, although they dun really like anybody at all to be honest), but i quite love the old american sitcoms like Friends, Cheers, Fraiser... and now i'm watching CSI's... quite exciting..

i'm strangely excited and appalled by my new behaviour...

i used to have a telly in my room but it was seldom on largely due to the fact that every of my days were rather jam-packed with stuff that needed to be done. Now, it seems like i am having loads of free time on my hands after work... hence all the sitcoms and all... there is a competiton that i am doing on my hands but after work, i TRUTHFULLY find it ridiculously hard to find any energy left to do such work...

the absurdities of the working life...

the usual's

Every morning as I sit in the back garden and have a coffee around 7.30… quite a pleasant sight greets me without fail… at about this time, a brown furry little thing called a squirrel will happily climb onto my wooden picket fence and perch gaily for a moment of two.. often staring at me for a minute before prancing off to the neighbour’s yard..

Realized the eyes of a squirrel are quite ALL black isn’t it.. kinda cute but scary at the same time.. can almost imagine an evil grin that stretches across that cutesy little face.. *wahaha*

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you know people, the firm, or UK in general, has quite good welfare I must say… besides the usual free coffee and tea, the pantry is always well stocked with bottles of Evian, Coke, Diet Coke and ginger Beer.. on my first day in, I realized there must be free stuff lying around since there were so many people drinking Evian and coke constantly.. hee

smoke breaks have been the most pleasant of all, really…

what happens is that once I step out of the front door of my office, I am almost instantly greeted with a glass display of young energetic women gyrating in sync to some invisible music that’s probably thumping away in that little soundproof dance studio across the small cobblestone street.
Haha.. so while they prance happily around, I’m also rather happily taking my puffs…

Now that’s what I call lovely.

the other side

Work has always been a bane of my existence… tearing at every nerve within the body..

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I have always tried to make routines non-existence, be it the way that I walk to work (of which I currently have 3 routes), the order of which I do stuff when I get back home from work, or simply the arrangement of things that are on my table… maybe I get bored easily and strive to change little things that are in my power to be changed… and that would also certainly explain my occasional mood swings and periods of antisocial-ness, for those that knows the better of me;

when I like to retreat into my own space and seek that little bit of peace that I think I missed

Maybe that’s why I have always proclaimed to be a beachbum-wannabe at times while at other times, trying to do the best I can in my area of work; because both matter to me quite abit… the 2 are the reflection of the 2 sides of me that are most apparent… one that wants to run away and find a lazy sun-baked beach, and the other who feels that a successful career is important.

As a self-proclaimed day-dreamer as well, it feels that I am then entitled to moments of absurdity where I can sit in my office chair, stare at the computer screen with a thick stack of door schedules in front of me and simply, daydream.
Unbelievable but true… I only lack the part where I start talking to myself… kinda too early to freak people out I figured.

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All of these are typed just after I awoke from a pleasant daydream ( shall be known as DD from henceforth ) of which details I shall not serve out on a platter… ask me if you shall be interested to know

*wink*

people going by..

This is why I have never been very much of a blog person:

because I am pure laziness, perfectly bred in some obscure research lab

It’s not actually that I don’t have time to do up the blog, think about my competition, do some reading, do my essays for my delft application, do up that artwork that I’ve wanted to do with my used tealight holders, sketch with a simple pen in a park, … see I have actually quite many stuff that I will do.. that slob in me just dun wanna start to blog.

Met up with my flatmate L’s’ friends after work today.. was this Chinese guy that was supposed to be our flatmate in the first place, but there were complications to it and so he didn’t end up as one..

Dinner was at a Korean restaurant! It was a pretty nice place, a small family run business that had the every nit-bits of Korean culture in it, ‘cept no free side dishes.. hee well it was certainly good company, but sometimes entertaining an be pretty draining on one’s soul.. bit on the dramatic side here but it’s true..

I see people rather clearly I think. What I mean by that is simply I think I can feel one’s character very much more easily than some others would.

Sometimes I might not like you, but it does not mean I won’t meet up with ya..
Sometimes I might like you a lot, but we won’t really get to meet at all..