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....
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