Read that a gal i like (tomato) have bf liao, and felt stunned...though i've never met her b4, but i still have this strange feeling....a mixture of anger, sadness, disappointement, etc...rojak like that, haha..sigh...
maybe i dont like the fact that i'm just a normal human being subjected to emotions, or maybe i cant get over her, and the fact that she's not into me, while i still hang on to some hopes, hah...
i need to meditate on this...why i still like her, what do i like about her, etc...
and senior's back a week, but no calls from her yet....yet if i tell her all this, she will say i'm childish, so, better not bother her....so, i opted to put it down here....
hope my mind can clear soon, hehe...
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Part 5 – Merry Christmas
Following the suspicious looking Marco, we trailed him up a hill, with lavender growing all over the place. If Gordy's here, i'm sure he will notice the peculiar smell.
What greeted us at the hilltop almost made me swallow my toothpick.
Yvonne was tied and gagged to a chair on the edge of a cliff with Marco brandishing an evil looking dagger. As I tried to inch closer, i accidentally stepped on a twig.
“Snap !”
“Who's there? Come out slowly with your hands on your head, else the lady gets it !” Marco yelled, and pointed the dagger at Yvonne's throat.
I made an eye signal to Eve, and slowly moved out into the open.
“Cool it, its just me...” and I put my hands behind my head, while coiling my tongue into a spring, and spitted out my toothpick with deadly accuracy.
“Ptui !” “Aargh !”
With the technique of Sure Hit Toothpick (必中牙签), my weapon lodged itself into Marco's acupunture point, numbing his arm, bringing a cry from him, before his dagger dropped to the ground.
“Kiyaaa !”
Almost simultaneously, Eve charged up in lighting speed and punched the lights out of Marco with her continuous comet punch (nian huan liu xing quan,连环流星拳).
Seeing him unconscious on the ground, i think he must be seeing comets now.
As we untied Yvonne, she conveyed her thanks.
“What took you so long? Jia lat ! Must everything be made crystal clear to you before you can act??!!”
I apologized for my slow witted moves, and we all agreed that Gordy deserves the most credit.
Yvonne promised to bring back some nice bones as Christmas gift for Gordy , and I jokingly asked her to make sure its not human bones, and that’s when she gave a flying slapping kick to my face, nearly knocking out my false tooth, and I know she’s back in shape.
- End -
Merry Christmas to all ! have a peaceful and blessed year ahead :D
What greeted us at the hilltop almost made me swallow my toothpick.
Yvonne was tied and gagged to a chair on the edge of a cliff with Marco brandishing an evil looking dagger. As I tried to inch closer, i accidentally stepped on a twig.
“Snap !”
“Who's there? Come out slowly with your hands on your head, else the lady gets it !” Marco yelled, and pointed the dagger at Yvonne's throat.
I made an eye signal to Eve, and slowly moved out into the open.
“Cool it, its just me...” and I put my hands behind my head, while coiling my tongue into a spring, and spitted out my toothpick with deadly accuracy.
“Ptui !” “Aargh !”
With the technique of Sure Hit Toothpick (必中牙签), my weapon lodged itself into Marco's acupunture point, numbing his arm, bringing a cry from him, before his dagger dropped to the ground.
“Kiyaaa !”
Almost simultaneously, Eve charged up in lighting speed and punched the lights out of Marco with her continuous comet punch (nian huan liu xing quan,连环流星拳).
Seeing him unconscious on the ground, i think he must be seeing comets now.
As we untied Yvonne, she conveyed her thanks.
“What took you so long? Jia lat ! Must everything be made crystal clear to you before you can act??!!”
I apologized for my slow witted moves, and we all agreed that Gordy deserves the most credit.
Yvonne promised to bring back some nice bones as Christmas gift for Gordy , and I jokingly asked her to make sure its not human bones, and that’s when she gave a flying slapping kick to my face, nearly knocking out my false tooth, and I know she’s back in shape.
- End -
Merry Christmas to all ! have a peaceful and blessed year ahead :D
Part 4 – Closing In
Back at the hotel, Eve collected the name cards of Donko and Marco before packing it carefully into an envelope.
“What are you doing? “ I asked. “We may need it for our further information and action.”
“I am going to courier this back to Gordy, and see if he can find out further scents.” She gave me a smile.
Oh, of course ! Why haven’t I think of it ? Surely Gordy will pick out more clues than I can in this case !
“Good thinking…” I smiled sheepishly.
“Haha…no worries, you just have to work harder, and you’ll catch up with Gordy…” Eve encouraged.
“Haha…I hope so too…” I gave a weak smile
We decided to trail the 2 suspects, while waiting for a reply from Gordy, before making our next move.
Few days later, while trailing and getting no further developments, I was leaning against a wall, biting on my toothpick after lunch, and feeling like having a siesta, when Eve called.
“Sticky ! Come over quick !” She said excitedly.
“News from Gordy? “ I asked as I made my way towards her surveillance place.
“Ya, Gordy responded to Marco’s name card ! And right now Marco’s moving suspiciously out of his house. Move it, the game’s afoot !”
“Right on !” and I rushed over.
To be continued…
“What are you doing? “ I asked. “We may need it for our further information and action.”
“I am going to courier this back to Gordy, and see if he can find out further scents.” She gave me a smile.
Oh, of course ! Why haven’t I think of it ? Surely Gordy will pick out more clues than I can in this case !
“Good thinking…” I smiled sheepishly.
“Haha…no worries, you just have to work harder, and you’ll catch up with Gordy…” Eve encouraged.
“Haha…I hope so too…” I gave a weak smile
We decided to trail the 2 suspects, while waiting for a reply from Gordy, before making our next move.
Few days later, while trailing and getting no further developments, I was leaning against a wall, biting on my toothpick after lunch, and feeling like having a siesta, when Eve called.
“Sticky ! Come over quick !” She said excitedly.
“News from Gordy? “ I asked as I made my way towards her surveillance place.
“Ya, Gordy responded to Marco’s name card ! And right now Marco’s moving suspiciously out of his house. Move it, the game’s afoot !”
“Right on !” and I rushed over.
To be continued…
Part 3 – Italy
Italy is a really nice country, with fresh air and breathtaking sceneries. We weaved our way thru the narrow lanes, and cobbled stone piazzas, with occasional fountains and passers by whistling at Eve. Wafts of freshly baked pizzas and pastas hot from the oven invaded our nostrils, and we finally succumbed to our hunger, and had a break at the open air coffee shop, me sipping my latte while Eve had her hot lemon tea.
Rummaging thru my chat lines with Yvonne, I found that she mentioned an Italian once told her that he lost his heart to her, but she laughed the whole matter off, as countless guys have told her the same old lines. Man, they should be more creative.
I suggested to Eve that we pursue this link, and after countless hours of going thru Yvonne’s contacts, we managed to narrow down 2 Italians who may be connected to Yvonne.
We decided to pay a visit to them first thing next morning, and called it a day.
The white-washed walls and wooden door of Mr. Donko’s house looked just like in the fairy tales. Our knocking was opened by a big, burly and hairy chested man.
“Si ?” He eyed us suspiciously and queried.
We explained our purpose before he grudgingly allowed us in.
After exchanging of name cards, he explained that he just got married, and is planning for his honeymoon. Not wanting to disturb him further, we bade our farewell and moved on to the next house.
Mr. Marco is a moustached man, with sparkling eyes that seemed to talk. After the formalities, he listened to our story patiently while pouring tea for us. Unfortunately, he too, was not in contact with Yvonne for quite some time, and couldn’t offer us any further clues.
Driving back to our hotel, I let out a dejected sigh, while Eve just giggled.
“What? “ I looked at her quizzically.
“Hehe…let you know later…” she replied with a wink.
Note : Si = yes (in Italian)
To be continued….
Rummaging thru my chat lines with Yvonne, I found that she mentioned an Italian once told her that he lost his heart to her, but she laughed the whole matter off, as countless guys have told her the same old lines. Man, they should be more creative.
I suggested to Eve that we pursue this link, and after countless hours of going thru Yvonne’s contacts, we managed to narrow down 2 Italians who may be connected to Yvonne.
We decided to pay a visit to them first thing next morning, and called it a day.
The white-washed walls and wooden door of Mr. Donko’s house looked just like in the fairy tales. Our knocking was opened by a big, burly and hairy chested man.
“Si ?” He eyed us suspiciously and queried.
We explained our purpose before he grudgingly allowed us in.
After exchanging of name cards, he explained that he just got married, and is planning for his honeymoon. Not wanting to disturb him further, we bade our farewell and moved on to the next house.
Mr. Marco is a moustached man, with sparkling eyes that seemed to talk. After the formalities, he listened to our story patiently while pouring tea for us. Unfortunately, he too, was not in contact with Yvonne for quite some time, and couldn’t offer us any further clues.
Driving back to our hotel, I let out a dejected sigh, while Eve just giggled.
“What? “ I looked at her quizzically.
“Hehe…let you know later…” she replied with a wink.
Note : Si = yes (in Italian)
To be continued….
Part 2 – New case
“Tweet – tweet, tweet – tweet,” the handphone rang and vibrated.
“Mmmm….” Mumbling into my pillow, I took it.
“Halo?” I croaked drily.
“Still sleeping ah, lazy bum?” a voice asked. “WAKE UP !!!” it yelled suddenly, and sent my ear drums ringing.”
“Man….what’s the meaning of all this?” I groaned as I struggled up from the mattress.
“Wassap?” I croaked grogily.
“Big trouble ! Yvonne’s been kidnapped ! Come over to her place now !!” Eve cried excitedly.
“Wha ? Ok, hang on there, I’m on my way now !” and I clambered from my mattress, and rushed over, driving as fast as the beat up Iswara allowed.
Yvonne’s place was in a mess, ransacked everywhere, as if a tornado just hit. Eve was holding a stalk of lavender, and staring at it with a puzzled look.
“What happened?” I asked as I try not to step on any thing on the floor.
“I just wanted to drop by and say hi, and found the door unlocked, and came in to this,” Eve explained. “and found this. “ and handed over the lavender to me.
“What do you make of it?” as I’m not good at flowers, I must admit I cant do much, or have any idea where to start.
“Let’s bring this to Gordy, and see what he can tell us.” Eve suggested, and we proceeded to Eve’s place.
Laying the lavender in front of Gordy, Eve also put different species of the flower in a row. Gordy sniffed at the evidence gingerly, registering the peculiar smell, and moving on to identify the same specie among the flowers.
“Woof ! Woof !” Gordy yelped excitedly as he found the matching pair.
“Good boy ! I know you can be trusted !” Eve hugged and kissed Gordy.
Yup, I always knew that golden retrievers are smart, maybe even smarter than me.
As the specie turns out to be a unique one from Italy, I called Lilliane to arrange for the trip with her Italian connections, and prepared to follow the trail to its source.
“Are you prepared to go to Italy?” I asked Eve.
“I will go anywhere to save Yvonne !” was her energetic reply.
To be continued…
“Mmmm….” Mumbling into my pillow, I took it.
“Halo?” I croaked drily.
“Still sleeping ah, lazy bum?” a voice asked. “WAKE UP !!!” it yelled suddenly, and sent my ear drums ringing.”
“Man….what’s the meaning of all this?” I groaned as I struggled up from the mattress.
“Wassap?” I croaked grogily.
“Big trouble ! Yvonne’s been kidnapped ! Come over to her place now !!” Eve cried excitedly.
“Wha ? Ok, hang on there, I’m on my way now !” and I clambered from my mattress, and rushed over, driving as fast as the beat up Iswara allowed.
Yvonne’s place was in a mess, ransacked everywhere, as if a tornado just hit. Eve was holding a stalk of lavender, and staring at it with a puzzled look.
“What happened?” I asked as I try not to step on any thing on the floor.
“I just wanted to drop by and say hi, and found the door unlocked, and came in to this,” Eve explained. “and found this. “ and handed over the lavender to me.
“What do you make of it?” as I’m not good at flowers, I must admit I cant do much, or have any idea where to start.
“Let’s bring this to Gordy, and see what he can tell us.” Eve suggested, and we proceeded to Eve’s place.
Laying the lavender in front of Gordy, Eve also put different species of the flower in a row. Gordy sniffed at the evidence gingerly, registering the peculiar smell, and moving on to identify the same specie among the flowers.
“Woof ! Woof !” Gordy yelped excitedly as he found the matching pair.
“Good boy ! I know you can be trusted !” Eve hugged and kissed Gordy.
Yup, I always knew that golden retrievers are smart, maybe even smarter than me.
As the specie turns out to be a unique one from Italy, I called Lilliane to arrange for the trip with her Italian connections, and prepared to follow the trail to its source.
“Are you prepared to go to Italy?” I asked Eve.
“I will go anywhere to save Yvonne !” was her energetic reply.
To be continued…
Part 1 – The return
The setting sun sparkled majestically in the distance, warming up the landscape of the horizon. The clouds looked like white knights on horses, jostling and fighting for the hand of the fair maiden. Gazing dreamily, Lilliane stirred her cup of cappuccino, and conjured thoughts private to herself, while the background saxophone of Kenny G’s “Silhouette” played softly. The Medallion Club is always her favourite place to relax and unwind, and to meet up friends over a cup of drink.
“My apologies, sweetie,” a voice came up from the stairs,” sorry to keep you waiting.”
Snapped from her day dreaming, Lilliane looked up and saw a familiar figure smiling before her.
“Sticky !” she cried out in surprise .”What took you so long? You’re never on time !” she feigned anger.
“Ah-hahaha…” I laughed. “ Just back from visiting Sifu. So, how’s things?” and sat opposite her.
“Well, I managed to finish lots of books without your constant disturbance,” she jested jovially , “and how’s things with you? Quite a surprise to receive that message from you…”
“Oh well, I fell from the cliff after the duel with Black Don, and was lucky to escaped unhurt save for a few minor bruises and a broken front tooth.” I explained. “ and I decided to take a break, and lay low for a while…”
“Hmm…anyway, glad that you are back safely. Oh my, I gotta go, gotta meet my friend yoyo for dinner. Ciao.” She glanced at her watch, and left hurriedly.
“Right. Enjoy, and see ya.” I bid her goodbye as she trotted down the stairs.
Once again, I’m left alone at the table, sipping my cup of coffee, as the fan creaked along.
To be continued….but alas, no more ideas ! Am writing a short story about kung fu fighting though ;-P
“My apologies, sweetie,” a voice came up from the stairs,” sorry to keep you waiting.”
Snapped from her day dreaming, Lilliane looked up and saw a familiar figure smiling before her.
“Sticky !” she cried out in surprise .”What took you so long? You’re never on time !” she feigned anger.
“Ah-hahaha…” I laughed. “ Just back from visiting Sifu. So, how’s things?” and sat opposite her.
“Well, I managed to finish lots of books without your constant disturbance,” she jested jovially , “and how’s things with you? Quite a surprise to receive that message from you…”
“Oh well, I fell from the cliff after the duel with Black Don, and was lucky to escaped unhurt save for a few minor bruises and a broken front tooth.” I explained. “ and I decided to take a break, and lay low for a while…”
“Hmm…anyway, glad that you are back safely. Oh my, I gotta go, gotta meet my friend yoyo for dinner. Ciao.” She glanced at her watch, and left hurriedly.
“Right. Enjoy, and see ya.” I bid her goodbye as she trotted down the stairs.
Once again, I’m left alone at the table, sipping my cup of coffee, as the fan creaked along.
To be continued….but alas, no more ideas ! Am writing a short story about kung fu fighting though ;-P
Season 2 – Prelude
“Potatoes !” Countess Yvonne muttered. Someone's gonna get a real lashing from me, she thought. Checking her mail, she noticed a new entry.
“Hahaha.....” she laughed, “Kekeke...” she grinned evilly as she replied it ....
“Yawn...” Miss Purple is feeling bored and sleepy as usual on a monday morning, and the potong ice cream she had doesnt help much either to boost her bluesy mood. “Teet”, her handphone vibrated with a new message. Taking it discreetly, she walked to the rows of document to peep at it.
“What? Haha...” She almost broke out in laughter. Looking around to see no one's around, she keyed in her reply.....
“Hmm....nice coffee...” Lilliane sipped at her coffee, while chatting with her handsome italian colleague, Marco, during her coffee break. Just then, a message popped up on her screen. Muttering a silent italian curse, she clicked on it, annoyed at the interruption to her break.
“Oh ? Hehehe...” She smiled and punched her response.....
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Miles away, calm and soothing chanting spread out from a monastery nestled deep in the mountain high forests. Surrounded by unscalable hills on 3 sides, the only way up is through a chinese cemetery. This is to deter lay people from frequenting the monastery and disturb the monk's trainings.
A thin figure in tattered clothings made its way slowly up the winding tracks, stopping now and then to take a breather. Reaching the top, he arrived in time to listen to a wise monk elaborate on the story of Rathapala (http://underthebamboogrove.blogspot.com/2007/11/story-of-rathapala.html and also http://www.accesstoinsight.org/tipitaka/mn/mn.082.than.html ) to a group of kids listening attentively. Upon seeing the master, he knelt down and prostrated himself on the polished timber floor, bowing and paying respects to the Teacher, Teachings and Order. The wizened monk just nodded, and continue his story as the figure walked out to the park.
Sitting under the bodhi tree, he meditated and calmed his mind. After some time, he opened his eyes, and mumbled “Its time.”, and tracked back down.
To be continued....
“Hahaha.....” she laughed, “Kekeke...” she grinned evilly as she replied it ....
“Yawn...” Miss Purple is feeling bored and sleepy as usual on a monday morning, and the potong ice cream she had doesnt help much either to boost her bluesy mood. “Teet”, her handphone vibrated with a new message. Taking it discreetly, she walked to the rows of document to peep at it.
“What? Haha...” She almost broke out in laughter. Looking around to see no one's around, she keyed in her reply.....
“Hmm....nice coffee...” Lilliane sipped at her coffee, while chatting with her handsome italian colleague, Marco, during her coffee break. Just then, a message popped up on her screen. Muttering a silent italian curse, she clicked on it, annoyed at the interruption to her break.
“Oh ? Hehehe...” She smiled and punched her response.....
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Miles away, calm and soothing chanting spread out from a monastery nestled deep in the mountain high forests. Surrounded by unscalable hills on 3 sides, the only way up is through a chinese cemetery. This is to deter lay people from frequenting the monastery and disturb the monk's trainings.
A thin figure in tattered clothings made its way slowly up the winding tracks, stopping now and then to take a breather. Reaching the top, he arrived in time to listen to a wise monk elaborate on the story of Rathapala (http://underthebamboogrove.blogspot.com/2007/11/story-of-rathapala.html and also http://www.accesstoinsight.org/tipitaka/mn/mn.082.than.html ) to a group of kids listening attentively. Upon seeing the master, he knelt down and prostrated himself on the polished timber floor, bowing and paying respects to the Teacher, Teachings and Order. The wizened monk just nodded, and continue his story as the figure walked out to the park.
Sitting under the bodhi tree, he meditated and calmed his mind. After some time, he opened his eyes, and mumbled “Its time.”, and tracked back down.
To be continued....
Friday, May 22, 2009
Epilogue
At the funeral wake of Sticky, his friends gathered to say their last farewells, and talked about him.
Yvonne : He’s got quite a character, though siao siao (crazy) at times…
Tomato : A puzzling man, but treat friends truly…but thinks too much, and long winded
Lilliane : He’s quite something with his crazy remarks…
Eve: The poems he wrote are ok ok…
Purple gal :He’s cool when writing, and honest to admit that he’s hamsap…
Michelle : He still owes me some $$...that lazy bum…
And started to bang on the coffin, prior to it being cremated.
The epilogue written by Sticky hung at both sides of the coffin :
In the horizon,
The road stretches forlornly ahead.
Looking back, there’s only you standing alone,
With unforgettable memories.
Not knowing when I’ll return,
Night rains had flooded the autumn pond.
Pluck the flowers when its blossoming,
Else you’ll be left with withered stalks.
(The last 4 verses are copied from Tang dynasty poems :P)
独行路上无故人，
天苍苍， 地茫茫。
回首唯见君孤立，
忘不了，这段情。
君问归期未有期，
巴山夜雨涨秋池。
花开堪折直须折，
莫待无花空折枝。
Life and death is but a dream,
Please don’t shed any tears of sorrows.
Striving on to seek the truth,
I wish you happy and healthy always.
生老病死乃无常，
劝君莫洒伤心泪。
护法艰任来世继，
愿君健康并快乐!
As they filed out of the crematorium, Lilliane cant help but wonder who sent those golden yellow birds of paradise? And how come the coffin sounded hollow inside when it was being banged?
To be continued (?)….no ideas liao….kekeke.. :P maybe i shud switch to writing kung fu stories (:p), or even stop writing (?), hehe...
Thanks for the feedbacks, and hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing them ;-D
Yvonne : He’s got quite a character, though siao siao (crazy) at times…
Tomato : A puzzling man, but treat friends truly…but thinks too much, and long winded
Lilliane : He’s quite something with his crazy remarks…
Eve: The poems he wrote are ok ok…
Purple gal :He’s cool when writing, and honest to admit that he’s hamsap…
Michelle : He still owes me some $$...that lazy bum…
And started to bang on the coffin, prior to it being cremated.
The epilogue written by Sticky hung at both sides of the coffin :
In the horizon,
The road stretches forlornly ahead.
Looking back, there’s only you standing alone,
With unforgettable memories.
Not knowing when I’ll return,
Night rains had flooded the autumn pond.
Pluck the flowers when its blossoming,
Else you’ll be left with withered stalks.
(The last 4 verses are copied from Tang dynasty poems :P)
独行路上无故人，
天苍苍， 地茫茫。
回首唯见君孤立，
忘不了，这段情。
君问归期未有期，
巴山夜雨涨秋池。
花开堪折直须折，
莫待无花空折枝。
Life and death is but a dream,
Please don’t shed any tears of sorrows.
Striving on to seek the truth,
I wish you happy and healthy always.
生老病死乃无常，
劝君莫洒伤心泪。
护法艰任来世继，
愿君健康并快乐!
As they filed out of the crematorium, Lilliane cant help but wonder who sent those golden yellow birds of paradise? And how come the coffin sounded hollow inside when it was being banged?
To be continued (?)….no ideas liao….kekeke.. :P maybe i shud switch to writing kung fu stories (:p), or even stop writing (?), hehe...
Thanks for the feedbacks, and hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing them ;-D
all the foul words i know
tot i might just as well put in all the foul words i know, since i'm in a foul mood now, haha...
English :
fxxx, wtf, wtfh, fh, not much actually, compared to cantonese, that's why i say canto is a nice lingo, with lotsa foul words, haha.. :P
Cantonese :
t, ns, tns, t(ns)repeat till breathless (my fav), lm, tllm, tkllm, tkllmkh, tlkllmkch, tkllmkcfh, tkllm(klm)repeat till breathless, used it during uni days, h, fh, mh, mkh, mkfh, mch, mkch, mkcfh, cb, ccb, mkccb, mkcb(rarely heard), tkllmkccb, nm, nmkh, nmkch, nmkcfh (note : the word “f” is used as a prefix in most foul words, ditto for “c” and “k” and others), lk, lc, tc, l, ml, jml, mlc, mlchy, mly, (y is refered to any thing or event that pisses us off), ok..mind blank...
Hakka :
pntl, cnfs, tcb,tncb, not much too, maybe becos my hakka is poor, hehe..
Hokkien:
lppl, lj, lpj, kns/gns,not much too, cos parents dont teach, and elders are all cultured ppl :)
Mandarin:
md, tmd, qnmd, n, nn, man, not much too, cos mandarin is a cultured language, i think...
Malay :
p, z, not much either, and most malay frens uses canto swear words too...
Teochew :
pb, only learn this from frequent usage by housemate...
Hainan :
8 , know only few hainan words to begin with..
French :
(forgotten liao)
Japanese :
p , maybe due to japanese are very timid ppl, and dont swear in front of others..
Italian :
C (thanks to sweetie pie ;) )
For now, just want to take cold beer and sleep early...
English :
fxxx, wtf, wtfh, fh, not much actually, compared to cantonese, that's why i say canto is a nice lingo, with lotsa foul words, haha.. :P
Cantonese :
t, ns, tns, t(ns)repeat till breathless (my fav), lm, tllm, tkllm, tkllmkh, tlkllmkch, tkllmkcfh, tkllm(klm)repeat till breathless, used it during uni days, h, fh, mh, mkh, mkfh, mch, mkch, mkcfh, cb, ccb, mkccb, mkcb(rarely heard), tkllmkccb, nm, nmkh, nmkch, nmkcfh (note : the word “f” is used as a prefix in most foul words, ditto for “c” and “k” and others), lk, lc, tc, l, ml, jml, mlc, mlchy, mly, (y is refered to any thing or event that pisses us off), ok..mind blank...
Hakka :
pntl, cnfs, tcb,tncb, not much too, maybe becos my hakka is poor, hehe..
Hokkien:
lppl, lj, lpj, kns/gns,not much too, cos parents dont teach, and elders are all cultured ppl :)
Mandarin:
md, tmd, qnmd, n, nn, man, not much too, cos mandarin is a cultured language, i think...
Malay :
p, z, not much either, and most malay frens uses canto swear words too...
Teochew :
pb, only learn this from frequent usage by housemate...
Hainan :
8 , know only few hainan words to begin with..
French :
(forgotten liao)
Japanese :
p , maybe due to japanese are very timid ppl, and dont swear in front of others..
Italian :
C (thanks to sweetie pie ;) )
For now, just want to take cold beer and sleep early...
I know you dont give a damn
I know you dont give a damn that i've been working for 3 weeks non stop, sleeping at 3am earliest, and waking again at 8am...
I know you dont give a damn that i dont have any rest days, while you go off for the weekends..
I know you dont give a damn that i gave in all i have, my time, life, money, etc..and its still not enuff for you...
I know you dont give a damn that you call up the whole world to pick on my incompetencies, and the whole world then fxxked me up..
I know you dont give a damn that i dont give a damn about your calls, but you still bombard me with missed calls and sms-es...
I know you dont give a damn that your priorities are always more important than mine, as if mine existed...
I know you dont give a damn that you cut into my lane at turtle speed while i'm driving at top speed..
I know you dont give a damn about what i think, or do, or say...
I know you dont give a damn about all this...
I know you dont give a damn....
I know you dont give a damn...
I know you dont give a damn
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I know you dont give a damn that i dont have any rest days, while you go off for the weekends..
I know you dont give a damn that i gave in all i have, my time, life, money, etc..and its still not enuff for you...
I know you dont give a damn that you call up the whole world to pick on my incompetencies, and the whole world then fxxked me up..
I know you dont give a damn that i dont give a damn about your calls, but you still bombard me with missed calls and sms-es...
I know you dont give a damn that your priorities are always more important than mine, as if mine existed...
I know you dont give a damn that you cut into my lane at turtle speed while i'm driving at top speed..
I know you dont give a damn about what i think, or do, or say...
I know you dont give a damn about all this...
I know you dont give a damn....
I know you dont give a damn...
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Monday, May 11, 2009
case 5 - part 7
Part 7 – Showdown
The hilltop is barren, with rocky outcrops, and is called Bald Cliff by the locals. The whole place is brightly illuminated by the full moon tonight, and a dark figure stood at the centre, holding his hands behind, waiting for my arrival.
“So, it has come to this, sad, aint it?” Black Don shaked his head.
“Yeah, its you or me this time, no if’s, buts and and’s.”I took a step forward, and clenched my fists, making cracking sounds as my joints popped.
“What a waste…” he shaked his head again.
“Stop wasting time, and…..SMASH !” something smacked at my head before I could finish my sentence, and I fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
“Tsk, tsk, you’re too weak, its like throwing eggs at the rock ! Hahaha…” he gloated.
“Yaaargh !” I climbed back up, and charged at him.
“No, no….not in a million years..” he shook his forefinger, and side stepped my attacks.
“Arrgh ! Cough ! cough !” something’s strangling me, and I cant breath !
“My, oh my, this is too easy, and boring…yawn…” Black Don carried me high up with his hands crushing my neck, and I can only flail my legs helplessly, and grabbed at his hands.
“Bonne Nuit.” He walked over to the cliff edge, and tightened his vice like grip, before preparing to let me off.
“Snick !” “Woosh!” “Ouch !”
I pointed my forefinger at his chest, and let loose my Chi (energy, 气 ), forming it into a sharp energy pole, cutting thru the thick vest of Black Don, and piercing thru him.
“Energy Rod (气 棍) !” he yelled in despair and desperation, loosing his grip on me, and doubling over to fall over the cliff.
“Aaaahhhh !! …..” I screamed as I fell down….down…down….
A wolf howled in the distance, the moon continued to shine brightly, and only 2 sets of footprints remained on the barren landscape…..
-- END --
The hilltop is barren, with rocky outcrops, and is called Bald Cliff by the locals. The whole place is brightly illuminated by the full moon tonight, and a dark figure stood at the centre, holding his hands behind, waiting for my arrival.
“So, it has come to this, sad, aint it?” Black Don shaked his head.
“Yeah, its you or me this time, no if’s, buts and and’s.”I took a step forward, and clenched my fists, making cracking sounds as my joints popped.
“What a waste…” he shaked his head again.
“Stop wasting time, and…..SMASH !” something smacked at my head before I could finish my sentence, and I fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
“Tsk, tsk, you’re too weak, its like throwing eggs at the rock ! Hahaha…” he gloated.
“Yaaargh !” I climbed back up, and charged at him.
“No, no….not in a million years..” he shook his forefinger, and side stepped my attacks.
“Arrgh ! Cough ! cough !” something’s strangling me, and I cant breath !
“My, oh my, this is too easy, and boring…yawn…” Black Don carried me high up with his hands crushing my neck, and I can only flail my legs helplessly, and grabbed at his hands.
“Bonne Nuit.” He walked over to the cliff edge, and tightened his vice like grip, before preparing to let me off.
“Snick !” “Woosh!” “Ouch !”
I pointed my forefinger at his chest, and let loose my Chi (energy, 气 ), forming it into a sharp energy pole, cutting thru the thick vest of Black Don, and piercing thru him.
“Energy Rod (气 棍) !” he yelled in despair and desperation, loosing his grip on me, and doubling over to fall over the cliff.
“Aaaahhhh !! …..” I screamed as I fell down….down…down….
A wolf howled in the distance, the moon continued to shine brightly, and only 2 sets of footprints remained on the barren landscape…..
-- END --
case 5 - part 6
Part 6 Night Queen
She’s already waiting for me at the Goat’s Trail, a narrow winding track leading towards the hilltop. Her shadow cast long on the ground, with her back facing the full moon. I stopped in my tracks, and saluted her.
“Dai Shi Je (大师姐),” I greeted. Its customary to greet seniors, no matter what the circumstances are.
“I hope Sifu told you that he taught me his most powerful move – Night Owl in Fog (雾夜飞鹰), and hopefully you have an answer for that.” She warned as she prepared her technique, forming her hands into claws, like an owl ready to pounce on a helpless field rat.
“Gimme 5 mins, Dai Shi Je, I’m sweating all over..” I pleaded, as I whisk out my drenched hanky, and proceeded to wipe my cold sweat.
“Take your time, you wont have any left after this.” She smirked. Even her blind pupils seemed to look me no up (looked down at me).
“Ok, I’m ready.” I held my wet hanky with my thumb and forefinger, letting it hanging down loosely.
“I see, seems Sifu taught you a new technique, Cloth Pole (布棍) huh? But its useless against me ! Hieyah !” she cried and charged towards me, with her claws flying everywhere, making it impossible to get near her without being ripped to pieces.
I swing my wet hanky in a circular manner, slowly at first, then gaining speed, thus making it into a hard, rock like stick (hence the name Cloth Pole).
Charging forward to meet her attack, I aimed the Cloth Pole at her heart in the last possible moment, hitting at her pressure point of Temporary Heart Stop.
“Swish, swish…” my coat got tore away by her sharp claws, as I closed my eyes and braced myself for further onslaught, only to find her slowly crumpled to the ground.
“Fuuuh…” I blew out a long air of relief, and moved up to meet the Black Don himself for the final battle.
To be continued…..
She’s already waiting for me at the Goat’s Trail, a narrow winding track leading towards the hilltop. Her shadow cast long on the ground, with her back facing the full moon. I stopped in my tracks, and saluted her.
“Dai Shi Je (大师姐),” I greeted. Its customary to greet seniors, no matter what the circumstances are.
“I hope Sifu told you that he taught me his most powerful move – Night Owl in Fog (雾夜飞鹰), and hopefully you have an answer for that.” She warned as she prepared her technique, forming her hands into claws, like an owl ready to pounce on a helpless field rat.
“Gimme 5 mins, Dai Shi Je, I’m sweating all over..” I pleaded, as I whisk out my drenched hanky, and proceeded to wipe my cold sweat.
“Take your time, you wont have any left after this.” She smirked. Even her blind pupils seemed to look me no up (looked down at me).
“Ok, I’m ready.” I held my wet hanky with my thumb and forefinger, letting it hanging down loosely.
“I see, seems Sifu taught you a new technique, Cloth Pole (布棍) huh? But its useless against me ! Hieyah !” she cried and charged towards me, with her claws flying everywhere, making it impossible to get near her without being ripped to pieces.
I swing my wet hanky in a circular manner, slowly at first, then gaining speed, thus making it into a hard, rock like stick (hence the name Cloth Pole).
Charging forward to meet her attack, I aimed the Cloth Pole at her heart in the last possible moment, hitting at her pressure point of Temporary Heart Stop.
“Swish, swish…” my coat got tore away by her sharp claws, as I closed my eyes and braced myself for further onslaught, only to find her slowly crumpled to the ground.
“Fuuuh…” I blew out a long air of relief, and moved up to meet the Black Don himself for the final battle.
To be continued…..
case 5 - part 5
Part 5 – Poker bishop
Walking onwards, I reached a ravine, with a hanging rope bridge spanning across. I gulped as I looked downwards, and felt dizzy and nauseous. Holding the anchor stump to steady myself, I began to cross the swaying bridge step by step, gripping tightly on the rope railings.
“Kekeke….” A sinister laughter echoed around. “Afraid of a little height, are we?”
“S-shut up, you p-poker face, “ I tried to control my wavering voice.
“Haha…you cant even speak straight, now prepare to drop down !” Poker Bishop appeared at the far end, and drew out his pack of cards. Fanning them open, he prepared for his deadly attack – Rampage Cards (牌行无阻).
I knelt down, and drew out a needle on a string for my defence.
“Don’t make even my toes laugh !” he cackled. “How are you gonna stand against me with that tiny needle? Hahaha….” With that, the cards flew at me with their razor sharp edges, intending to sever off the ropes, and send me falling down.
“Kiyaaah !” I flicked the needle about with my right hand in superb precision, piercing thru and stringing all the cards together, with my special technique - Tweedle Needle (穿针引线).
“W-what? “ Poker Bishop cried out in stunned amazement.
“I’m call Sticky by Sifu cos I’m experts in all stick techniques, big and small, and that includes a needle !” I shouted across.
“I see…” with that, he slumped down unconscious, with a spot of blood trickling from his forehead between his eyes, with the acupuncture needle ( which I threw out during the confusion earlier with my left hand) hitting smack right at his pressure point of Unconscious.
Heaving a sigh of relief, I took my time to cross over the swinging bridge, taking one slow step at a time. Reaching the opposite side, I tightened my belt, and wipe my perspiration off my face with my handkerchief, and braced myself to meet Eldest Sister (大师姐), the Night Queen (夜皇后).
To be continued….
Walking onwards, I reached a ravine, with a hanging rope bridge spanning across. I gulped as I looked downwards, and felt dizzy and nauseous. Holding the anchor stump to steady myself, I began to cross the swaying bridge step by step, gripping tightly on the rope railings.
“Kekeke….” A sinister laughter echoed around. “Afraid of a little height, are we?”
“S-shut up, you p-poker face, “ I tried to control my wavering voice.
“Haha…you cant even speak straight, now prepare to drop down !” Poker Bishop appeared at the far end, and drew out his pack of cards. Fanning them open, he prepared for his deadly attack – Rampage Cards (牌行无阻).
I knelt down, and drew out a needle on a string for my defence.
“Don’t make even my toes laugh !” he cackled. “How are you gonna stand against me with that tiny needle? Hahaha….” With that, the cards flew at me with their razor sharp edges, intending to sever off the ropes, and send me falling down.
“Kiyaaah !” I flicked the needle about with my right hand in superb precision, piercing thru and stringing all the cards together, with my special technique - Tweedle Needle (穿针引线).
“W-what? “ Poker Bishop cried out in stunned amazement.
“I’m call Sticky by Sifu cos I’m experts in all stick techniques, big and small, and that includes a needle !” I shouted across.
“I see…” with that, he slumped down unconscious, with a spot of blood trickling from his forehead between his eyes, with the acupuncture needle ( which I threw out during the confusion earlier with my left hand) hitting smack right at his pressure point of Unconscious.
Heaving a sigh of relief, I took my time to cross over the swinging bridge, taking one slow step at a time. Reaching the opposite side, I tightened my belt, and wipe my perspiration off my face with my handkerchief, and braced myself to meet Eldest Sister (大师姐), the Night Queen (夜皇后).
To be continued….
case 5 - part 4
Part 4 – Mahjong Knight
“Craack, craack” twigs snapped under our footsteps as we tracked upwards. It wasn’t long before we reached a clear space. Surrounded by all sorts of citrus fruit trees, Citrus Park is a nice place to relax during summer and autumn. Picnicking and flying kites are a nice way to pass the time with my kids here next time, I made a mental note. My dreams was interrupted by a cough.
“Ahem, what have we here? 2 little lambs walking straight to me?” Mahjong Knight chuckled in the darkness.
“We don’t have the whole night, come out and get your servings.” I barked.
“Hah, since you asked for it.” And he leaped out into the clearing.
“Eat this..” he whipped out a long whiplash, made of mahjong tiles stringed together.
“Its his famous technique, Mahjong Dragon (麻将神龙) , I’ll kicked the lights out of him.” Yvonne moved forward. Stopping before him, she stood on her left leg, with the right leg folded up 90 degrees, and her arms in guarding stance. This is the stance used for fighting seniors in martial arts, Golden Phoenix Salutes (金凤朝阳), to show our respect.
Even in the midst of it all, Yvonne still kept her patience as she faces her nemesis. A baby whirlwind began to blow, circling dried leaves around her, and blowing her hair about.
“Hieeyaa !” Mahjong Knight lashed out his deadly whip.
“Haah !” Yvonne unleashes her sure kill technique, Typhoon Kick (跆风暴踢), blocking the whip with her right leg, before leaping up and giving a flying side kick to the head of Mahjong Knight.
“Urgh…” Mahjong Knight was knocked back, and he struggled to get to his feet.
“Fool ! What are you looking at? Move !” she shot at me.
“On my way !” I answered, as I scrambled upwards in the darkness, leaving her to take care of things.
To be continued….
“Craack, craack” twigs snapped under our footsteps as we tracked upwards. It wasn’t long before we reached a clear space. Surrounded by all sorts of citrus fruit trees, Citrus Park is a nice place to relax during summer and autumn. Picnicking and flying kites are a nice way to pass the time with my kids here next time, I made a mental note. My dreams was interrupted by a cough.
“Ahem, what have we here? 2 little lambs walking straight to me?” Mahjong Knight chuckled in the darkness.
“We don’t have the whole night, come out and get your servings.” I barked.
“Hah, since you asked for it.” And he leaped out into the clearing.
“Eat this..” he whipped out a long whiplash, made of mahjong tiles stringed together.
“Its his famous technique, Mahjong Dragon (麻将神龙) , I’ll kicked the lights out of him.” Yvonne moved forward. Stopping before him, she stood on her left leg, with the right leg folded up 90 degrees, and her arms in guarding stance. This is the stance used for fighting seniors in martial arts, Golden Phoenix Salutes (金凤朝阳), to show our respect.
Even in the midst of it all, Yvonne still kept her patience as she faces her nemesis. A baby whirlwind began to blow, circling dried leaves around her, and blowing her hair about.
“Hieeyaa !” Mahjong Knight lashed out his deadly whip.
“Haah !” Yvonne unleashes her sure kill technique, Typhoon Kick (跆风暴踢), blocking the whip with her right leg, before leaping up and giving a flying side kick to the head of Mahjong Knight.
“Urgh…” Mahjong Knight was knocked back, and he struggled to get to his feet.
“Fool ! What are you looking at? Move !” she shot at me.
“On my way !” I answered, as I scrambled upwards in the darkness, leaving her to take care of things.
To be continued….
case 5 - part 3
Part 3 – Chess Rook
Lickem Hills is a beautiful park situated at the outskirts. The autumn leaves of bright hues looked mesmerizing under the full moon. We walked upwards, and reached Coughing Brook, when a shadowy figure sprang out.
“So, it’s a trap by you all, eh?” Chess Rook sneered.
“Yaaaa, and you want to surrender and save us the trouble, or prepared to get kicked !” Yvonne offered.
“Haha…don’t overestimate yourself, kids.” He laughed as he grabs something with both hands from his pockets.
“Be careful, its explosive chess pieces, seems like he’s preparing for his attack of Flying Chess (棋布满天).” Yvonne warned us.
“I’ll take care of him.” Eve said, as she stepped forward, and stood in the sparring L-stance, with right palm facing outwards, and left fists clenched, in the Fearless Fist (拳倾天下)position. A distance thunder rumbled, and a streak of lightning flashed and illuminated her determined face for a fleeting moment.
Chess Rook took half a step backwards, apparently scared, but took a deep breath, and threw out his chess pieces.
“Hah !” he shouted, as he started his attacks.
“Huh !” Eve exhaled, as she launched her Wind Snow Thunder Fist (风雪雷拳) counter attack.
“Boom ! Boom ! Boom !” the chess pieces exploded under the super punches of Eve, but she’s unharmed.
“Get going ! I’ll be fine !” she urged us to go on.
Deciding that she’s not in danger, and in upper hand, we moved up the hill, as a chill wind whipped out, and forced us to draw our coats tighter around.
To be continued….
Lickem Hills is a beautiful park situated at the outskirts. The autumn leaves of bright hues looked mesmerizing under the full moon. We walked upwards, and reached Coughing Brook, when a shadowy figure sprang out.
“So, it’s a trap by you all, eh?” Chess Rook sneered.
“Yaaaa, and you want to surrender and save us the trouble, or prepared to get kicked !” Yvonne offered.
“Haha…don’t overestimate yourself, kids.” He laughed as he grabs something with both hands from his pockets.
“Be careful, its explosive chess pieces, seems like he’s preparing for his attack of Flying Chess (棋布满天).” Yvonne warned us.
“I’ll take care of him.” Eve said, as she stepped forward, and stood in the sparring L-stance, with right palm facing outwards, and left fists clenched, in the Fearless Fist (拳倾天下)position. A distance thunder rumbled, and a streak of lightning flashed and illuminated her determined face for a fleeting moment.
Chess Rook took half a step backwards, apparently scared, but took a deep breath, and threw out his chess pieces.
“Hah !” he shouted, as he started his attacks.
“Huh !” Eve exhaled, as she launched her Wind Snow Thunder Fist (风雪雷拳) counter attack.
“Boom ! Boom ! Boom !” the chess pieces exploded under the super punches of Eve, but she’s unharmed.
“Get going ! I’ll be fine !” she urged us to go on.
Deciding that she’s not in danger, and in upper hand, we moved up the hill, as a chill wind whipped out, and forced us to draw our coats tighter around.
To be continued….
case 5 - part 2
Hope eve wont complain she's a “kelefe” seulement (french : only) after this, hehe... :P
Part 2 – Message from Sifu
“When I first taught you Seven Lucklets ( 七小福) kung fu, it was with the intention that yer shall see the truth, and be of contribution to the society.” Sifu’s voice resonated across the hall.
“But four of you, Night Queen, Poker Bishop, Mahjong Knight and Chess Rook had let me down, and became a scourge instead.” He continued disappointedly.
“The time has come for me to instruct Whirlwind Kick (旋风腿), Lightning Fist (闪电拳) and Pongo Sticky (瘦长棍) to clean up the mess, partly created by me. Good luck.” “Click.” The voice message ended.
“Wow ! Mm Shi Je (Fifth Elder Sister, 五师姐), that means Luk Shi Je (Sixth Elder Sister, 六师姐) will be joining us too? Man, its been ages since I last met her !” I beamed with anticipation, while Yvonne just smiled.
“Ding dong.” The bell rang and made me jumped.
I quickly rushed to open the door, expecting to meet Sixth Elder Sister, but the door opened to a dark hair brunette, in a blue and green t-shirt of Princess Bank, and holding a cute Paddington bear . No, it cant be, my friendly banker Eve coming to collect bank interest at this hour ?
“Err…who are you looking for? Are you Miss Eve from Princess bank?” I asked.
“Hehe…yes, I’m Eve.” She giggled. “ And it seems we’ve not met for quite some time, about 14 years?”
“Huh? We’ve met before?” and my mind was filled with question marks.
“Wait…” some flicker of intelligence began to form. “Don’t tell me you are “Lightning Fist” Eve…” I uttered the most improbable thoughts aloud.
“Bingo ! Hehe…” she giggled again.
“Man ! Why didn’t you tell me earlier ! I could have used gathering as the excuse to meet you for lunch !” I grumbled, while “Whirlwind Kick” Yvonne laughed in the background.
As we sat down around, Yvonne outlined the plan of attack.
“I’ve tricked Black Don and his henchmen to meet us at Lickem Hills, and we’ll eliminate them there. There’s only 1 road up, and we’ll arrive after them, and mop them up from below upwards.” She concluded.
On the way to Lickem Hills, we assigned our attack roles.
To be continued...
Part 2 – Message from Sifu
“When I first taught you Seven Lucklets ( 七小福) kung fu, it was with the intention that yer shall see the truth, and be of contribution to the society.” Sifu’s voice resonated across the hall.
“But four of you, Night Queen, Poker Bishop, Mahjong Knight and Chess Rook had let me down, and became a scourge instead.” He continued disappointedly.
“The time has come for me to instruct Whirlwind Kick (旋风腿), Lightning Fist (闪电拳) and Pongo Sticky (瘦长棍) to clean up the mess, partly created by me. Good luck.” “Click.” The voice message ended.
“Wow ! Mm Shi Je (Fifth Elder Sister, 五师姐), that means Luk Shi Je (Sixth Elder Sister, 六师姐) will be joining us too? Man, its been ages since I last met her !” I beamed with anticipation, while Yvonne just smiled.
“Ding dong.” The bell rang and made me jumped.
I quickly rushed to open the door, expecting to meet Sixth Elder Sister, but the door opened to a dark hair brunette, in a blue and green t-shirt of Princess Bank, and holding a cute Paddington bear . No, it cant be, my friendly banker Eve coming to collect bank interest at this hour ?
“Err…who are you looking for? Are you Miss Eve from Princess bank?” I asked.
“Hehe…yes, I’m Eve.” She giggled. “ And it seems we’ve not met for quite some time, about 14 years?”
“Huh? We’ve met before?” and my mind was filled with question marks.
“Wait…” some flicker of intelligence began to form. “Don’t tell me you are “Lightning Fist” Eve…” I uttered the most improbable thoughts aloud.
“Bingo ! Hehe…” she giggled again.
“Man ! Why didn’t you tell me earlier ! I could have used gathering as the excuse to meet you for lunch !” I grumbled, while “Whirlwind Kick” Yvonne laughed in the background.
As we sat down around, Yvonne outlined the plan of attack.
“I’ve tricked Black Don and his henchmen to meet us at Lickem Hills, and we’ll eliminate them there. There’s only 1 road up, and we’ll arrive after them, and mop them up from below upwards.” She concluded.
On the way to Lickem Hills, we assigned our attack roles.
To be continued...
case 5 - part 1
Warning : This is not a detective story, and contains act of violence. Best read under parental guidance. All works are purely fiction, and any resemblance to actual person(s) are merely coincidental.
Part 1 – Night visitor
The winds howled, and heavy rain pounded my windows. My roof creaked, and seemed as if it’s going to fly off any moment. I was busy looking for pails to put under all the leaking places, when the doorbell rang.
“Ding dong.”
“On the waaaaay…” I yelled over the roaring thunder and pattering rain.
The door opened to a visitor claded in knee length rain coat, wide brimmed hat and boots. One gloved hand was holding the coat together at the neck area, while another carried a waterproof briefcase. The face was masked in a scarf covering the nose and mouth. In the darkness, I can only make out the silhouette of dark rimmed glasses. I quickly let the visitor in, as it is rude to let anyone standing in the rain, be it an assassin or not. Furthermore, I’m confident of taking care of unwanted guests.
As the night visitor took down the hat, and unwound the scarf, I let out a cry of surprise.
“Countess Yvonne ! What are you doing here? Arent you supposed to be busy studying for your internship as a cardiac surgeon? And presenting all over the world?” I exclaimed.
Brushing her shoulder length hair, she smiled at me with her pink lips, and her eyes behind the black rimmed glasses twinkled with friendliness. Man, she looked exactly the same 18 years ago when I first met her at the martial arts training ground. Maybe she’s sucking and bathing on virgin boys blood in Translyvannia. And I sneezed.
“Slap !” she gave me a flying slapping kick to the face, and I staggered back a few steps. “Cacat !” she jested. “What dirty thoughts are you thinking again till you sneezed? Don’t think I don’t know your bad habits, sneezing during lewd thoughts ! And my intuition told me that you’ve been neglecting your kung fu practices while you surf the countless pornsites !” She feigned anger, and her big smile gave her away.
“Oh..sorry…was too surprised..”I lied a bit.”And the weather’s so cold ! Oh, so heartless of me, come, take a seat, I’ll make you some hot drink.” I quickly recovered, and hang up her coat.
“So, you haven’t told me what brought you here..” I asked again as I pass her the hot Olim, which she’s been taking that makes her strong and healthy, and which is my favourite drink too.
“Yaaaa….I wouldn’t be here if not for Sifu.” She said as she handed me her handphone.
“Sifu? How is he?” and I looked at her handphone.
To be continued…
Part 1 – Night visitor
The winds howled, and heavy rain pounded my windows. My roof creaked, and seemed as if it’s going to fly off any moment. I was busy looking for pails to put under all the leaking places, when the doorbell rang.
“Ding dong.”
“On the waaaaay…” I yelled over the roaring thunder and pattering rain.
The door opened to a visitor claded in knee length rain coat, wide brimmed hat and boots. One gloved hand was holding the coat together at the neck area, while another carried a waterproof briefcase. The face was masked in a scarf covering the nose and mouth. In the darkness, I can only make out the silhouette of dark rimmed glasses. I quickly let the visitor in, as it is rude to let anyone standing in the rain, be it an assassin or not. Furthermore, I’m confident of taking care of unwanted guests.
As the night visitor took down the hat, and unwound the scarf, I let out a cry of surprise.
“Countess Yvonne ! What are you doing here? Arent you supposed to be busy studying for your internship as a cardiac surgeon? And presenting all over the world?” I exclaimed.
Brushing her shoulder length hair, she smiled at me with her pink lips, and her eyes behind the black rimmed glasses twinkled with friendliness. Man, she looked exactly the same 18 years ago when I first met her at the martial arts training ground. Maybe she’s sucking and bathing on virgin boys blood in Translyvannia. And I sneezed.
“Slap !” she gave me a flying slapping kick to the face, and I staggered back a few steps. “Cacat !” she jested. “What dirty thoughts are you thinking again till you sneezed? Don’t think I don’t know your bad habits, sneezing during lewd thoughts ! And my intuition told me that you’ve been neglecting your kung fu practices while you surf the countless pornsites !” She feigned anger, and her big smile gave her away.
“Oh..sorry…was too surprised..”I lied a bit.”And the weather’s so cold ! Oh, so heartless of me, come, take a seat, I’ll make you some hot drink.” I quickly recovered, and hang up her coat.
“So, you haven’t told me what brought you here..” I asked again as I pass her the hot Olim, which she’s been taking that makes her strong and healthy, and which is my favourite drink too.
“Yaaaa….I wouldn’t be here if not for Sifu.” She said as she handed me her handphone.
“Sifu? How is he?” and I looked at her handphone.
To be continued…
Thursday, May 7, 2009
wesak
just some old thoughts on Wesak :)
Mindfulness in Sasanarakkha, (http://www.sasanarakkha.org/)
Purifying body speech and mind,
the seeds of dhamma have thus been sown,
may all beings share in this merits.
护法苑中修禅定，
清净身语业三罪，
普提种子现已播，
愿众共享此福根。
Bodhi is without name and form,
Dhamma is without limits and bounds.
Where is the path to Nibbana ?
The answer lies in mindfulness.
普提无名亦无色，
佛法无边亦无尽，
君问道从何处寻?
佛答不二法门入。
Happy wesak, and may all beings be happy and healthy :D
Mindfulness in Sasanarakkha, (http://www.sasanarakkha.org/)
Purifying body speech and mind,
the seeds of dhamma have thus been sown,
may all beings share in this merits.
护法苑中修禅定，
清净身语业三罪，
普提种子现已播，
愿众共享此福根。
Bodhi is without name and form,
Dhamma is without limits and bounds.
Where is the path to Nibbana ?
The answer lies in mindfulness.
普提无名亦无色，
佛法无边亦无尽，
君问道从何处寻?
佛答不二法门入。
Happy wesak, and may all beings be happy and healthy :D
Sunday, March 22, 2009
case 4 - part 9 (end)
Part 9 – End
“Hands high up, and no tricks, else the boy gets it!” the voice shouted.
I held up my hands high, and emerged from my hiding place.
A stout man with a clown face was standing on top a container, pointing what seemed like a toy gun at me. His fake red nose looked ridiculous on his white face, and bright big red lips. I had to suppressed a laughter, and his oversized shoes and baggy shorts with straps didn’t help much either.
“You can laugh now, but mind you, Explosive Jack will have the last laugh ! Hiahahaha…” he laughed crazily again.
“Jack, where’s the kid? I’ll ask Black Don to spare you if you return the kid safely to me.” I bargained.
“I can take care of myself, haha….and as for the Jack in the box, good luck finding him before..Poof ! hahaha….”he laughed, jumped from the container, and disappeared from sight.
That clown ! I cursed and started to ran around the building, looking for a box. Puffing at top floor, I saw crates of wooden boxes. Which one?
No time liao ! my mind screamed, as I transferred energy to my fists and legs, and started to punch and kick the boxes open in record time.
“Crash ! Crash !” the boxes cracked open one by one, but lil Bruce is still nowhere to be seen.
“Hiiieeeyaaah !” I punched into one of the wooden boxes, and was rewarded with a muffled and tied up boy inside. It’s little Bruce !
Grabbing him, I ran and jumped off from the ledge, and did a sommersault, landing with a sprain on my ankle. Nothing more to ask for from a 3 storey jump.
Limping, I carried Bruce in my chest, and race towards some shelter.
“Ka Boooom !” the whole place went up in smokes, and the remnant explosive force pushed me forward, tripping me.
Shielding Bruce in my arms, I rolled on the ground a few times, before taking cover behind a barrel. Looking down at him, I was relieved to find his bright eyes staring innocently back.
“Its ok, kiddo, you’re safe now.” I patted his silky hair and comforted him.
“Wheew Oo, Wheew Oo”, the police sirens signaled the arrival of James and his men. Man, why do they always appear after all the actions? These potatoes are so inefficient !
“Why don’t you come later? And we can have tea together?” I shouted my curses to James over the din. “I gotta return the boy to his mother. Catch you all next time.” And I made my move, leaving them to clean up the mess.
Later that night, when I was rubbing ointment on my sprained ankle, the phone rang again.
“Congratulations, Mr. Sticky.” said the sweet voice. “For your information, we have taken Explosive Jack into “safe” custody.” “Click”.
Why do mafia boss doesn’t let me have a chance to talk back? If they want people to listen only, why cant they just email or sms me? Man !
Coming up next : Case #5 – Clean up, hehe... :D
“Hands high up, and no tricks, else the boy gets it!” the voice shouted.
I held up my hands high, and emerged from my hiding place.
A stout man with a clown face was standing on top a container, pointing what seemed like a toy gun at me. His fake red nose looked ridiculous on his white face, and bright big red lips. I had to suppressed a laughter, and his oversized shoes and baggy shorts with straps didn’t help much either.
“You can laugh now, but mind you, Explosive Jack will have the last laugh ! Hiahahaha…” he laughed crazily again.
“Jack, where’s the kid? I’ll ask Black Don to spare you if you return the kid safely to me.” I bargained.
“I can take care of myself, haha….and as for the Jack in the box, good luck finding him before..Poof ! hahaha….”he laughed, jumped from the container, and disappeared from sight.
That clown ! I cursed and started to ran around the building, looking for a box. Puffing at top floor, I saw crates of wooden boxes. Which one?
No time liao ! my mind screamed, as I transferred energy to my fists and legs, and started to punch and kick the boxes open in record time.
“Crash ! Crash !” the boxes cracked open one by one, but lil Bruce is still nowhere to be seen.
“Hiiieeeyaaah !” I punched into one of the wooden boxes, and was rewarded with a muffled and tied up boy inside. It’s little Bruce !
Grabbing him, I ran and jumped off from the ledge, and did a sommersault, landing with a sprain on my ankle. Nothing more to ask for from a 3 storey jump.
Limping, I carried Bruce in my chest, and race towards some shelter.
“Ka Boooom !” the whole place went up in smokes, and the remnant explosive force pushed me forward, tripping me.
Shielding Bruce in my arms, I rolled on the ground a few times, before taking cover behind a barrel. Looking down at him, I was relieved to find his bright eyes staring innocently back.
“Its ok, kiddo, you’re safe now.” I patted his silky hair and comforted him.
“Wheew Oo, Wheew Oo”, the police sirens signaled the arrival of James and his men. Man, why do they always appear after all the actions? These potatoes are so inefficient !
“Why don’t you come later? And we can have tea together?” I shouted my curses to James over the din. “I gotta return the boy to his mother. Catch you all next time.” And I made my move, leaving them to clean up the mess.
Later that night, when I was rubbing ointment on my sprained ankle, the phone rang again.
“Congratulations, Mr. Sticky.” said the sweet voice. “For your information, we have taken Explosive Jack into “safe” custody.” “Click”.
Why do mafia boss doesn’t let me have a chance to talk back? If they want people to listen only, why cant they just email or sms me? Man !
Coming up next : Case #5 – Clean up, hehe... :D
case 4 - part 8
Part 8 – Clues
Reaching home, I got down to work. Putting the glove on the test table, under the microscope, I began to look for minute details.
The glove was stained with some grey particles, a bit of white caked up stuff, flakes of brown dust, and white crystalline powder. Further tests revealed them to be cement, paint, saw dust and salt respectively.
Using the internet, I looked for a place which is near a cement plant, a paint factory, a sawmill, and near the sea. It wasn’t long before I located an abandoned warehouse near the port. Most likely Explosive Jack is holing out there, and I gotta act fast if I want to rescue little Bruce safely.
Calling up Big Dog James to mobilized his police staff, I sped off to the warehouse, praying that I’m not too late.
Reaching the place, I found that the area is deserted. Getting down from my car noiselessly, I sneaked towards the warehouse, hiding from empty containers to containers, before snaking into the building itself.
“Quit playing games and show yourself, hahaha…” a voice calls out, and ended in hysterical laughter.
Heaving a sigh, I moved out to the open, expecting the worst.
To be continued….
Reaching home, I got down to work. Putting the glove on the test table, under the microscope, I began to look for minute details.
The glove was stained with some grey particles, a bit of white caked up stuff, flakes of brown dust, and white crystalline powder. Further tests revealed them to be cement, paint, saw dust and salt respectively.
Using the internet, I looked for a place which is near a cement plant, a paint factory, a sawmill, and near the sea. It wasn’t long before I located an abandoned warehouse near the port. Most likely Explosive Jack is holing out there, and I gotta act fast if I want to rescue little Bruce safely.
Calling up Big Dog James to mobilized his police staff, I sped off to the warehouse, praying that I’m not too late.
Reaching the place, I found that the area is deserted. Getting down from my car noiselessly, I sneaked towards the warehouse, hiding from empty containers to containers, before snaking into the building itself.
“Quit playing games and show yourself, hahaha…” a voice calls out, and ended in hysterical laughter.
Heaving a sigh, I moved out to the open, expecting the worst.
To be continued….
case 4 - part 7
Part 7 – Black Don
The posh office is stylishly decorated. Italian marble floors, white washed walls, paintings by long dead and contemporary artists, oak panel cabinets, plush sofas, this place stinks of laundered money.
At the far corner, tucked in a black leather chair behind his wide table, sits Black Don. He looks calm in his black tuxedo and sunshades. I stormed towards the mafia boss.
“What brings you here today, Mr. Sticky? “ he drawled in his smooth voice.
“Save your sweet talk, Black Don. Release the boy, he’s innocent.” I hammered at him.
“What are you talking about?” he continued in his sweet calm voice.
“This.” And I tossed the black glove on his table.
“What’s this?” he picked it up, and peered over his sunshades with his steely blue eyes.
“It belongs to your association, no?” I shot back.
“Ah, it seems we have a misunderstanding here.” He replied after studying it for a moment and tossed it back to me. “It belongs to our EX member, Explosive Jack, who went cuckoo recently, and was expelled from our club.”
“Where can I find him?” I pressed.
“Beats me, we’re also looking for him.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m busy, and have much to do.” “Teet” with a press of a hidden button, the floor beneath me opened up, and I was flung down.
“What the …?!” I only managed to utter before falling straight down.
“Whooosh”, luckily, I fell on a stack of hay, and was unhurt. Guess I have to do some detective stuff on my own now.
To be continued….
The posh office is stylishly decorated. Italian marble floors, white washed walls, paintings by long dead and contemporary artists, oak panel cabinets, plush sofas, this place stinks of laundered money.
At the far corner, tucked in a black leather chair behind his wide table, sits Black Don. He looks calm in his black tuxedo and sunshades. I stormed towards the mafia boss.
“What brings you here today, Mr. Sticky? “ he drawled in his smooth voice.
“Save your sweet talk, Black Don. Release the boy, he’s innocent.” I hammered at him.
“What are you talking about?” he continued in his sweet calm voice.
“This.” And I tossed the black glove on his table.
“What’s this?” he picked it up, and peered over his sunshades with his steely blue eyes.
“It belongs to your association, no?” I shot back.
“Ah, it seems we have a misunderstanding here.” He replied after studying it for a moment and tossed it back to me. “It belongs to our EX member, Explosive Jack, who went cuckoo recently, and was expelled from our club.”
“Where can I find him?” I pressed.
“Beats me, we’re also looking for him.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m busy, and have much to do.” “Teet” with a press of a hidden button, the floor beneath me opened up, and I was flung down.
“What the …?!” I only managed to utter before falling straight down.
“Whooosh”, luckily, I fell on a stack of hay, and was unhurt. Guess I have to do some detective stuff on my own now.
To be continued….
case 4 - part 6
Part 6 – #1 Heaven King
The 2nd top most room is the martial arts room, with all sorts of weapon lining up both sides. I walked along the rows of maces, spears, big swords towards the end of the room. A table honoring the deity Guan Yu stood massively there, and in front of it, there’s a small wooden square table, with a lady having her lunch of porridge and kailan.
“Dai Si Je (Eldest sister, 大师姐)”, I clasped my right fist in my left palm, and saluted her.
“Oh, its lil Sticky. Come, have some lunch with me.” She lifted her face to show her pupiless eyes, blinded since birth.
“Yes, Dai Si Je.” I answered politely, and sat down gingerly on the wooden bench opposite her, the infamous Night Queen (夜皇后), #1 Heaven King of Black Glove gang.
“Finish your kailan, and get going.” She snapped impatiently.
“Hai(yes), Dai Si Je…” and I grabbed the chopsticks, and banged the table with my left fist.
“Wham !” , “Floosh !” the plate and its kailan contents flew up as I maneuver my chopstick to grab one of the vege.
“Clack ! Clack!” Not so fast, she blocked my chopstick with hers, and the plate dropped back down. “Clang…..ang..ang..” and wobbled a bit before settling down firmly again.
This called for dired actions. I traced my chopsticks in a figure of 8, and concentrated hard. Moving painfully slow, I inched my chopsticks forward.
She cocked her head to one side, trying to hear my movements, but I took great care not to break the air with my chopstick, and inched further. Sweat started to broke out, but I persevered.
After what seemed like an eternity, I managed to reach a kailan, and clamped on it softly, then retraced my movements back towards my mouth.
Another eternity elapsed, before I was finally able to push the vege into my mouth.
“So, sifu had taught you well in his Tai Chi Chopsticks (太极筷) techniques.” She heard me munching, and conceded defeat.
“Seng3 Yong1 (thanks for giving me chance, 承让 )” I saluted her again, before going up to meet Black Don.
To be continued..
The 2nd top most room is the martial arts room, with all sorts of weapon lining up both sides. I walked along the rows of maces, spears, big swords towards the end of the room. A table honoring the deity Guan Yu stood massively there, and in front of it, there’s a small wooden square table, with a lady having her lunch of porridge and kailan.
“Dai Si Je (Eldest sister, 大师姐)”, I clasped my right fist in my left palm, and saluted her.
“Oh, its lil Sticky. Come, have some lunch with me.” She lifted her face to show her pupiless eyes, blinded since birth.
“Yes, Dai Si Je.” I answered politely, and sat down gingerly on the wooden bench opposite her, the infamous Night Queen (夜皇后), #1 Heaven King of Black Glove gang.
“Finish your kailan, and get going.” She snapped impatiently.
“Hai(yes), Dai Si Je…” and I grabbed the chopsticks, and banged the table with my left fist.
“Wham !” , “Floosh !” the plate and its kailan contents flew up as I maneuver my chopstick to grab one of the vege.
“Clack ! Clack!” Not so fast, she blocked my chopstick with hers, and the plate dropped back down. “Clang…..ang..ang..” and wobbled a bit before settling down firmly again.
This called for dired actions. I traced my chopsticks in a figure of 8, and concentrated hard. Moving painfully slow, I inched my chopsticks forward.
She cocked her head to one side, trying to hear my movements, but I took great care not to break the air with my chopstick, and inched further. Sweat started to broke out, but I persevered.
After what seemed like an eternity, I managed to reach a kailan, and clamped on it softly, then retraced my movements back towards my mouth.
Another eternity elapsed, before I was finally able to push the vege into my mouth.
“So, sifu had taught you well in his Tai Chi Chopsticks (太极筷) techniques.” She heard me munching, and conceded defeat.
“Seng3 Yong1 (thanks for giving me chance, 承让 )” I saluted her again, before going up to meet Black Don.
To be continued..
case 4 - part 5
Part 5 – Texas Poker
The VIP room upstairs is meant for wealthy patrons who can afford to gamble away more than 200,000 pounds per session. Minimum bet is 100 pounds, way over my monthly food expenses. The poker table is ready, with the cards spread out, faced down. The croupier looked suave with his center parting hair, rimless specs. He is decked in a bishop’s costume, black cloak with red lining, complete with rosary beads. I walked across the carpeted floor towards him.
“Yi si heng (2nd elder brother, 二师兄), bit1 lei3 mou3 yong2 (别来无恙,how are you, )?” I asked Poker Bishop (扑克二).
“Hmmph ! No need to play polite, I’ll still throw you out of the window if you lose !” he snapped.
I sat down, and peeked at my pair of cards, as he began to deal the 5 cards on the table.
The first 3 cards were Ace of spades, King of diamond, and Seven of diamond. His eyes lighted up, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s got a pair of Aces, making his hand to be 3 Aces, much higher than my hand.
“Get ready to lose , kekeke…” He smiled sinisterly as he noticed my drooped eyes, and dealt out the last 2 cards.
Its King of spades, and Queen of diamond.
“Hahaha…I’ve got Full Lou Ace, (Full house) Aces full of kings (3 Aces and 2 Kings) !” he showed off and gloated at me. “Show me what you’ve got, you loser !”
I flipped open my cards, and stared at his surprised look.
“ No ! It cant be ! “ he gasped in his bewildered voice.
“Yes, it is. I’ve got 4 of a kind, 4 kings, and you lose.” I opened my pair of Kings, and made my leave.
I braced myself as I headed up, ready to meet the #1 Heaven King, as my footsteps echoed in the empty stairway.
To be continued….
The VIP room upstairs is meant for wealthy patrons who can afford to gamble away more than 200,000 pounds per session. Minimum bet is 100 pounds, way over my monthly food expenses. The poker table is ready, with the cards spread out, faced down. The croupier looked suave with his center parting hair, rimless specs. He is decked in a bishop’s costume, black cloak with red lining, complete with rosary beads. I walked across the carpeted floor towards him.
“Yi si heng (2nd elder brother, 二师兄), bit1 lei3 mou3 yong2 (别来无恙,how are you, )?” I asked Poker Bishop (扑克二).
“Hmmph ! No need to play polite, I’ll still throw you out of the window if you lose !” he snapped.
I sat down, and peeked at my pair of cards, as he began to deal the 5 cards on the table.
The first 3 cards were Ace of spades, King of diamond, and Seven of diamond. His eyes lighted up, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s got a pair of Aces, making his hand to be 3 Aces, much higher than my hand.
“Get ready to lose , kekeke…” He smiled sinisterly as he noticed my drooped eyes, and dealt out the last 2 cards.
Its King of spades, and Queen of diamond.
“Hahaha…I’ve got Full Lou Ace, (Full house) Aces full of kings (3 Aces and 2 Kings) !” he showed off and gloated at me. “Show me what you’ve got, you loser !”
I flipped open my cards, and stared at his surprised look.
“ No ! It cant be ! “ he gasped in his bewildered voice.
“Yes, it is. I’ve got 4 of a kind, 4 kings, and you lose.” I opened my pair of Kings, and made my leave.
I braced myself as I headed up, ready to meet the #1 Heaven King, as my footsteps echoed in the empty stairway.
To be continued….
case 4 - part 4
Part 4 - “Pung”
I stepped into the mahjong room, choked with smoke and dizzying smells. The waiters flitted from one table to another, serving drinks and clearing away overflowing ash trays. The sound of mahjong tiles hitting the table, and the occasional shouts of “Pung” and “Game” filled the air. All the tables are occupied, save for one in the middle of the room, with only 3 persons. I approach the center table, squeezing myself across the narrow spaces.
“Morning, sam si heng (3rd elder brother, 三师兄 ), sa va?” I greeted the long haired man.
“Mmm, commsi commsa . What brings you here? Finally decided to join our club?” He taunted.
“No, not today, not ever. Let the game begin.” I retorted and sat down opposite Mahjong Knight (麻将三), one of the 4 Heavenly Kings (四大天王)of Black Glove gang.
“Cant wait to lose? Tell you what, if you win, you get to go further upstairs, but if you lose, you gotta leave…and leave behind your right arm. Kekeke….” He grinned sinisterly, and licked his lips.
The game started off in Mahjong Knight’s advantage, and he soon got an upper hand.
“Red Dragon ( 红中),”I discarded.
“Pung !” He shouted.
“White Dragon (白 板 ).” I discarded again.
“Pung ! Haha, I’ve got 2 points now. If you discard the Green Dragon and I win, I'll win with 3 Big Scholars (大三元), and you’ll lose triple, and I want both of your arms ! Hiahahaha…” He laughed hysterically.
“Green Dragon (青发 ).” I discard the tile, and looked him straight in the eye. “Go ahead, win it if you can.” I dared.
“Why you….” His tongue got caught. “Pung ! East Wind.” He threw the tile on the table.
“Kong !” I shouted.
“West Wind ! “ he threw it out.
“Kong !” I yelled.
“North Wind ! Eat it if you can !” he yelled back.
“Kong again! “ I hollered. The tide turned to my advantage now.
“Dang….” He cursed as he picked up his tile.
“You seemed like you just picked up South Wind, “ I chuckled.”And if you throw that out, I’ll complete my Four Winds of Happiness (大四喜), and you’ll lose double. Hehehe…” I snickered.
“Not a chance ! Yat Man (ten thousand,一万 ) !” he kept the South Wind, and threw out the Yat Man tile.
“Sorry pops, I game on that tile.” I said, and snatched Yat Man from the table.
“What? You’re not preparing for Four Winds of Happiness?” he answered dumbfoundedly and stunned.
“Four Hidden Pungs of East, West, North Wind , Gau Man (Ninety thousand, 九万)and Yat Man as the “eye”. The 3 Winds that I konged are to divert your attention from my main preparation, 4 Hidden Pungs (四暗刻). You lose triple.” I pushed down my remaining tiles, and beamed triumphantly. Sun Tzu’s Art of War on “Hiding your real motives, and faking your moves (实则虚之，虚则实之 )” sure works this time.
“Better luck next time.” I said as I made my way upstairs.
Note : sa va= how are you? (in French)
commsi commsa= so so (in French)
to be continued..
I stepped into the mahjong room, choked with smoke and dizzying smells. The waiters flitted from one table to another, serving drinks and clearing away overflowing ash trays. The sound of mahjong tiles hitting the table, and the occasional shouts of “Pung” and “Game” filled the air. All the tables are occupied, save for one in the middle of the room, with only 3 persons. I approach the center table, squeezing myself across the narrow spaces.
“Morning, sam si heng (3rd elder brother, 三师兄 ), sa va?” I greeted the long haired man.
“Mmm, commsi commsa . What brings you here? Finally decided to join our club?” He taunted.
“No, not today, not ever. Let the game begin.” I retorted and sat down opposite Mahjong Knight (麻将三), one of the 4 Heavenly Kings (四大天王)of Black Glove gang.
“Cant wait to lose? Tell you what, if you win, you get to go further upstairs, but if you lose, you gotta leave…and leave behind your right arm. Kekeke….” He grinned sinisterly, and licked his lips.
The game started off in Mahjong Knight’s advantage, and he soon got an upper hand.
“Red Dragon ( 红中),”I discarded.
“Pung !” He shouted.
“White Dragon (白 板 ).” I discarded again.
“Pung ! Haha, I’ve got 2 points now. If you discard the Green Dragon and I win, I'll win with 3 Big Scholars (大三元), and you’ll lose triple, and I want both of your arms ! Hiahahaha…” He laughed hysterically.
“Green Dragon (青发 ).” I discard the tile, and looked him straight in the eye. “Go ahead, win it if you can.” I dared.
“Why you….” His tongue got caught. “Pung ! East Wind.” He threw the tile on the table.
“Kong !” I shouted.
“West Wind ! “ he threw it out.
“Kong !” I yelled.
“North Wind ! Eat it if you can !” he yelled back.
“Kong again! “ I hollered. The tide turned to my advantage now.
“Dang….” He cursed as he picked up his tile.
“You seemed like you just picked up South Wind, “ I chuckled.”And if you throw that out, I’ll complete my Four Winds of Happiness (大四喜), and you’ll lose double. Hehehe…” I snickered.
“Not a chance ! Yat Man (ten thousand,一万 ) !” he kept the South Wind, and threw out the Yat Man tile.
“Sorry pops, I game on that tile.” I said, and snatched Yat Man from the table.
“What? You’re not preparing for Four Winds of Happiness?” he answered dumbfoundedly and stunned.
“Four Hidden Pungs of East, West, North Wind , Gau Man (Ninety thousand, 九万)and Yat Man as the “eye”. The 3 Winds that I konged are to divert your attention from my main preparation, 4 Hidden Pungs (四暗刻). You lose triple.” I pushed down my remaining tiles, and beamed triumphantly. Sun Tzu’s Art of War on “Hiding your real motives, and faking your moves (实则虚之，虚则实之 )” sure works this time.
“Better luck next time.” I said as I made my way upstairs.
Note : sa va= how are you? (in French)
commsi commsa= so so (in French)
to be continued..
case 4 - part 3
Part 3 – Checkmate
An elderly man in long sleeve shirt, and thick glasses sat on a stone stool, playing chess on the stone table by himself. Normally, i wouldnt bother about such ah peks, as they are a dime a dozen, but this guy is different. He is blocking the access to the staircase up. And he is someone i know.
“Greetings, sei si heng (4th elder brother, term refered to a senior in a martial arts school) ( 四师兄)” i greeted him. “Have you forgotten that Sifu told us that what goes around, comes around ? Why are you still working for Black Don?” i questioned.
“Hah, dont get me started about Sifu and his “karut”(old fashioned) ideologies. Pui !” He shot back, and spitted on the ground.
“Even if he doesnt punish you, you will get your punishment sooner or later.” i tried to talk some sense into him.
“Pui ! Who are you to lecture me? The old fart cant do anything to me now. Huh !” he spitted again.
“ (sigh..) Ok, suit yourself. I have no time to argue, I need to see your Boss.” i gave up on him.
“ You know the rules, you have to get the permission from us Four Heavenly Kings (四大天王) first. Now sit down and see if you can beat me in chess.” He glowered at me.
“Ok.” and i sat down opposite him.
The chess is played halfway, and White is at a disadvantage. The Black Rook is about to checkmate the White King. It will be difficult to defeat him, as his chess prowess is well known, and thus got his nickname Chess Rook (棋王四).
“Mate in 5 moves, hiehiehie...” he snickered.
“Pawn to e4.” i made my first move.
“Rook eats pawn.” he responded.
“Knight to e5.” i countered.
“Rook eats Knight. You are just throwing your pieces away. Hah !” he sneered.
“Bishop to e6.” i badgered on.
“Rook takes Bishop. Hahaha....” he started to laugh triumphantly.
“Queen to e7.”
“Rook takes Queen. You're done for in next move !” he yelled.
“White Rook to f8. Checkmate.” i move my piece next to his Black King, and finished the game.
“What? How can that be?” he hollered.
By sacrificing my pieces, i succeeded in making his own piece block the only escape route of his King. I also made use of his arrogance and over confidence. Sun Tzu's Art of War mentioned : Proud soldiers must lose. (骄兵必败). A general should maintain his cool at all times, and not be swept away by temporary gains. Lose a battle, but win the war
He stood up, and stared at me angrily while i made my way up the stairs.
To be continued...
An elderly man in long sleeve shirt, and thick glasses sat on a stone stool, playing chess on the stone table by himself. Normally, i wouldnt bother about such ah peks, as they are a dime a dozen, but this guy is different. He is blocking the access to the staircase up. And he is someone i know.
“Greetings, sei si heng (4th elder brother, term refered to a senior in a martial arts school) ( 四师兄)” i greeted him. “Have you forgotten that Sifu told us that what goes around, comes around ? Why are you still working for Black Don?” i questioned.
“Hah, dont get me started about Sifu and his “karut”(old fashioned) ideologies. Pui !” He shot back, and spitted on the ground.
“Even if he doesnt punish you, you will get your punishment sooner or later.” i tried to talk some sense into him.
“Pui ! Who are you to lecture me? The old fart cant do anything to me now. Huh !” he spitted again.
“ (sigh..) Ok, suit yourself. I have no time to argue, I need to see your Boss.” i gave up on him.
“ You know the rules, you have to get the permission from us Four Heavenly Kings (四大天王) first. Now sit down and see if you can beat me in chess.” He glowered at me.
“Ok.” and i sat down opposite him.
The chess is played halfway, and White is at a disadvantage. The Black Rook is about to checkmate the White King. It will be difficult to defeat him, as his chess prowess is well known, and thus got his nickname Chess Rook (棋王四).
“Mate in 5 moves, hiehiehie...” he snickered.
“Pawn to e4.” i made my first move.
“Rook eats pawn.” he responded.
“Knight to e5.” i countered.
“Rook eats Knight. You are just throwing your pieces away. Hah !” he sneered.
“Bishop to e6.” i badgered on.
“Rook takes Bishop. Hahaha....” he started to laugh triumphantly.
“Queen to e7.”
“Rook takes Queen. You're done for in next move !” he yelled.
“White Rook to f8. Checkmate.” i move my piece next to his Black King, and finished the game.
“What? How can that be?” he hollered.
By sacrificing my pieces, i succeeded in making his own piece block the only escape route of his King. I also made use of his arrogance and over confidence. Sun Tzu's Art of War mentioned : Proud soldiers must lose. (骄兵必败). A general should maintain his cool at all times, and not be swept away by temporary gains. Lose a battle, but win the war
He stood up, and stared at me angrily while i made my way up the stairs.
To be continued...
case 4 - part 2
Part 2 – Black glove
I reached Esther's place, and comforted her. Scouting around the place for clues, i only managed to find a black glove. Picking it up gingerly with my forensic glove covered hand, i put it in a clear plastic bag. A peculiar mark on the glove caught my eye, and made me jumped.
“What is it?” Esther noticed my surprise and ask worriedly.
“Oh, its nothing, i just think i may have found some clues.” I told her. But inside my mind, i'm telling myself, this cant be, no, its too unreal. But a famous detective once said, after eliminating all the possibilities, whatever is left, however improbable, is the truth. And i believed in it.
The black glove belongs to a member of the infamous Black Glove gang, headed by Black Don and his henchmen. He is far more sinister than White Don, who seemed like a kid compared to Black Don himself.
“Tweet, tweet”, my hand phone rang. Its Big Dog James, my police friend.
“Sticky, don't stick your head into this, its far more than you can swallow this time.” he cautioned.
“No, this time, its personal.” “Click” i shut off my handphone.
After consoling Esther again, i headed off to the headquarters of Black Glove Gang.
I reached Neikkoh association building in the suburbs. The whole palce is decked in flags of different colors - bright red, yellow, green ; seems like there's a diety's birthday. Weaving thru the thick incense smoke, and people packed in front of the stage show, i arrived at the back door staircase.
To be continued...
I reached Esther's place, and comforted her. Scouting around the place for clues, i only managed to find a black glove. Picking it up gingerly with my forensic glove covered hand, i put it in a clear plastic bag. A peculiar mark on the glove caught my eye, and made me jumped.
“What is it?” Esther noticed my surprise and ask worriedly.
“Oh, its nothing, i just think i may have found some clues.” I told her. But inside my mind, i'm telling myself, this cant be, no, its too unreal. But a famous detective once said, after eliminating all the possibilities, whatever is left, however improbable, is the truth. And i believed in it.
The black glove belongs to a member of the infamous Black Glove gang, headed by Black Don and his henchmen. He is far more sinister than White Don, who seemed like a kid compared to Black Don himself.
“Tweet, tweet”, my hand phone rang. Its Big Dog James, my police friend.
“Sticky, don't stick your head into this, its far more than you can swallow this time.” he cautioned.
“No, this time, its personal.” “Click” i shut off my handphone.
After consoling Esther again, i headed off to the headquarters of Black Glove Gang.
I reached Neikkoh association building in the suburbs. The whole palce is decked in flags of different colors - bright red, yellow, green ; seems like there's a diety's birthday. Weaving thru the thick incense smoke, and people packed in front of the stage show, i arrived at the back door staircase.
To be continued...
case 4 - part 1
Part 1 – Kidnapped
“Hachoo !” I sneezed, and tried to steady my hand on pouring tea for Tomato. Its good to have bak kut teh at Taman Rashna , Klang, the best i've tasted so far, with her.
“Nice of you to meet me up finally.” I smiled at her.
“Hahaha....” She laugher her trademark lafter, which seemed to carry away all my weariness, but not laziness. “Yo...you're so loh soh ( 罗嗦,long winded) !” she chided.
“Hehe..” I just grinned sheepishly. What can i say, to a gal who looks much cuter in person than her online photos? “When will you come back to be my girlfriend?” I teased her.
“Ni3 Deng3 Jiu2 Jiu3...(你等久久,You wait long long)..” her stress on the last word sent goosebumps on me.
“Riiing...Riiing...” Funny, that sounds like my house phone.... “Riiing...Riiing...” Wait...it IS my house phone !
I opened my eyes, and found myself staring at the ceiling, with the phone still ringing. Man, it's just a dream ! I mean, tomato so busy lately that she doesn't even respond to my online advances, how can she possibly meet me? I clambered up and wiped my saliva as i dragged myself across the hall to answer the phone.
“Helo..” I croaked.
“Sticky ah? Is that you? Big trouble ! My son, Bruce's been kidnapped !” cried Esther.
“What? When did that happened? Where?” i woke up immediately.
“At my house, i came back to find my house in a mess, and Bruce missing...”she said worriedly.
“Wait, hang on, i'm coming over. Gimme half an hour.” I put down the phone, and rushed over to her place at Yellow Fort.
To be continued....
“Hachoo !” I sneezed, and tried to steady my hand on pouring tea for Tomato. Its good to have bak kut teh at Taman Rashna , Klang, the best i've tasted so far, with her.
“Nice of you to meet me up finally.” I smiled at her.
“Hahaha....” She laugher her trademark lafter, which seemed to carry away all my weariness, but not laziness. “Yo...you're so loh soh ( 罗嗦,long winded) !” she chided.
“Hehe..” I just grinned sheepishly. What can i say, to a gal who looks much cuter in person than her online photos? “When will you come back to be my girlfriend?” I teased her.
“Ni3 Deng3 Jiu2 Jiu3...(你等久久,You wait long long)..” her stress on the last word sent goosebumps on me.
“Riiing...Riiing...” Funny, that sounds like my house phone.... “Riiing...Riiing...” Wait...it IS my house phone !
I opened my eyes, and found myself staring at the ceiling, with the phone still ringing. Man, it's just a dream ! I mean, tomato so busy lately that she doesn't even respond to my online advances, how can she possibly meet me? I clambered up and wiped my saliva as i dragged myself across the hall to answer the phone.
“Helo..” I croaked.
“Sticky ah? Is that you? Big trouble ! My son, Bruce's been kidnapped !” cried Esther.
“What? When did that happened? Where?” i woke up immediately.
“At my house, i came back to find my house in a mess, and Bruce missing...”she said worriedly.
“Wait, hang on, i'm coming over. Gimme half an hour.” I put down the phone, and rushed over to her place at Yellow Fort.
To be continued....
2009
it's been awhile, with dec busying with work and bro's wedding,jan with CNY, feb post cny blues, meeting up senior (and bowled over by her charm, personality and infectious lafter ;-) ), and work.
will update some posts later.
a nice day to all :D
will update some posts later.
a nice day to all :D
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