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....

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

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...

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
I know you dont give a damn
I know you dont give a damn
I know you dont give a damn
I know you dont give a damn
I know you dont give a damn
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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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 --

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…..

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….