Laughter is the best medicine (sometimes)

FIVE RULES FOR MEN TO FOLLOW TO A HAPPY LIFE:

1. It's important to have a woman, who helps at home, who cooks from time to time, cleans up and has a job.

2. It's important to have a woman, who can make you laugh.

3. It's important to have a woman, who you can trust and who doesn't lie to you.

4. It's important to have a woman, who is good in bed and who likes to be with you.

5. It's very, very important that these four women do not know each other.

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Thank You!

Get Your Cyborg Name

Extracted from Eric's blogger page.

Thank you Eric bro, I feel appreciated. =)

Thanks, for making my day although I'm stuck at home on a TGIF. =))

It's Been Long

It has been a long time since I blog.

In the past, I blog almost everyday. Now, I blog every month.

Life has taken a toll on me (again) recently. Surprisingly, it was not the teaching practice that brought me down and under.

Just something which I can feel within me, but I cannot explain why.

Just like not everything in life can be explained, this applies to me now.

Sometimes, some things need not be explained. It just (doesn't) come and not matter how long it takes, the results remain the same.

Nowadays, I just wait for the sun to appear, and it will make me happy enough for the day.

Sometimes, I do things and I ask myself whether I am happy doing them. Initially, I was really, truthfully happy. As time goes by and I ask myself the same thing again, the answer became ambiguous, albeit almost to the point of certainty that it was just something I do just to occupy time. The meaning is clouded. I do not seem to see the purpose clearly anymore.

And everyday, I remain the same; I wait for the sun to come out and play with me.

我知道你我都没有错, 只是忘了怎么退后.

Those, which are unspoken of.

I am back!

With miscellaneous thoughts over a few quiet moments with my inner soul.

Sometimes, I think I spend too much time being alone. Feels like an invisible capsule enveloping my head, with my Nokia headset resonating tunes from Class 95; just like an animal totally satisfied within its metallic bars though totally stripped of freedom.

This in turn gives birth to waves of turbulent-like thoughts. Turbulence in shred-like strands of coloured memories definitively pleasing to the eye, it subtlely felt like deja vu.

Thinking about the things I do. Or did. About the flagrant life I had. Or have. Tasted distinctively like a vicious cycle. Unspoken of in recent times; that yearning so tempting like the beckoning of the forbidden fruit.

I once fell.

And regained my stand.

Temporal pleasures unworthy of relishing, my life seems to be filled with simple pleasures instead.

These elusive thoughts of mine.

I pen them down.

It is a thorn in the heart that many happy and enjoyable moments cannot manifest in words here.

Yes indeed, and those, which are unspoken of shall remain in the cages.

Good day people!