Permanent

I was comparing scars with the lil kids in Kumon, where I am currently working part-time as a 'teacher':

"Teacher! I got this one when I fell down the bike, but I am so happy that I got to ride a big bike!"

"Look at this teacher, my scar looks like the clouds!"

"I was a very brave boy when I had to operate my hands, I didn't cry. That's how I got this scar!"

I realised that scars are permanent stories etched into your very skin. They are pretty much like tattoos; don't ever think yours are ugly, they are a work of art.

Lilliputian

Am i merely

a single piece of brown leaf

disintegrating

in your jungle of memories?

Am i merely

a drop of rain

evaporating

in your storm of thoughts?

Am i merely

an insignificant individual

in your populated world?

Delusions

Your first unconscious strum on the heart's string?

It was only me

Your continues serenade resonating through my bones?

It was only me

Your sugar-coated tales haunting my very soul?

It was only me

Your sun-tanned hands picking me up when my anatomies fall?

It was only me  

Your blinding sincerity shining into my eyes?

It was only me

Your endearing downfalls captivating my mind?

It was only me

If all of this was only me, then why am I still waiting?

Time Machine

the least i can do

years and years from now

is reminisce

and confess

it's the best i ever had

Insatiable

Trying wasn't good enough, but forcing was too harsh. Ignoring proved difficult, disregarding was an understatement. I give up with a hope. Pretending that its mine, only mine. Imagining myself with it, taking full ownership of it.

Isn't this what you've always wanted? 

Not in this way.

What's holding you back?

 That line, I am bounded to it. 

What about that thin line?

I want you to stretch it so I can break free from it.

There you are. I bit my lower lip. I gulped on my own saliva. Inhale and exhale, that drum beats faster and faster. I grab it with my hands, with yours reaching out to mine. Your eagerness tempts me. Your interest never failed to intrigue me. 

At the end of the day I wonder

I s   i t    j u s t   m e   ?

The gift

Of course numbers had colors. Were they also going to tell me that letters and sounds didn't have colours? That letter 'a' wasn't yellow like a faded sunflower and screeching chalk didn't make red jagged lines in the air?

A Mango Shaped Space by Wendy Mass

Air and water, too [i.e. as well as determinately bounded bodies] are seen to possess colors; for their brightness is of the nature of colors.

On Sense and Sensible by Aristotle

Sounds more like a gift rather than a medical condition to me.

Rain

The black clouds curling like an elegant panther waiting to pounce. The sound of thunder, mother nature's symphony of drums. The smell of hot air mixing with the cold wind, a scent that cannot be imitated by any perfumist.  And you're down there, waiting to greet the tiny droplets of liquid diamonds.

Isn't the rain beautiful :)

To the person who made this video, thank you

Pets, cats, and such

I've had pets for as long as I can remember. The earlier ones are several unnamed goldfish and other species of small fish (though when I was small I wish I have a killer whale of my own as a result of watching Free Willy one too many times)

Some of the memorable pets that I had later were 2 rabbits called Usagi and Aidan. It was way back in 2007, and most of their pictures were gone when I had to reformat my old laptop. I did find a picture of Usagi, but no Aidan.

Usagi

We had to give them away. My parents didn't tell us (me and my sis) to whom they were giving the rabbits away. But we did manage to find out anyways. After a month, we went to the new owner's house, and we saw empty cages hanging on the wall. That's a bad sign, not a pretty sight. RIP Usagi and Aidan.

Next, was a tortoise. Found him/her while jogging. I thought I rescued it by adopting it and later naming it Kobis. Kobis had some really bad attitude problems. It keeps knocking itself against the aquarium, and snaps at human fingers. I think it was stressed out, and its best to just let it go. We put him in a nearby pond. Come to think of it, the day I found Kobis was the day he/she tried to escape and be free. So I bet its out there somewhere, riding the waves, dodging predators, doing what normal tortoises do.

Then I had cats. Currently, I have 3 cats, plus 1 cat who visits this house pretty frequently, so its an unofficial pet. I love all of them. I can write 101 posts about them, but i'll save that for later.

Neko

Neko and Dude

Boroi

Animals, pets. Can't live without em. ♥

Newbie

If you think you will find the answer to the whereabouts of the Muffin Man at this site, I suggest you ask yourself the most important thing "Do I really know the Muffin Man?"

So here I am, pondering over this question too, and voila, here comes a blog. No, this blog is not dedicated to the Muffin Man, nor does it include maps and directions and epic adventures to Muffin Man's lair. (Although there are moments when I wish blogs were created for this purpose)

As I continue talking about the Muffin Man, (which inevitably makes this post mainly about the Muffin Man), I wonder, what is the purpose of blogs? People post pictures in them, write and post stuff in them, so u know what, I conclude blogs are like reality t.v. shows. No matter how boring you think your life is, to other people, it might seem interesting, or better (or worse?) random people become fans of your 'regular' life. So, don't you ever say "My life is boring". That's a myth.

Now, about that Muffin Man....