♠ Howling

Last night, the wind was so fierce, I was playing tug of war with it against the door.

The news today mentioned that the wind was due to the wind from Sumatra.

No casualties in Singapore, couples of broken trees and a crane.

I miss the howling wind.

♠ Smelly Old Books

Lately I'm obsessed with an author, so I'm searching high and low to finish most of the author's collection and at the end of the day, deciding which is my favourite and buy that book.

So when me and my sis were walking passed this second-hand book-store with it's dusty smelly books, something in me just clicked and I rented enough to last me for couple of months.

The owner of the shop said the authors I looked for, suited middle-agers. To think I've been reading em for more than a decade.

Second-hand book-stores always surprise me. One never know what one will get, sometimes first paperback, sometimes the front-end cover we are partial towards and sometimes the book we used to read in our childhood just popped-up.

Why I dun borrow from libraries is I dun restrict myself to just one source. Plus waiting for the new books always seem to take forever.

And there will always be people selling or giving away books.

As they say, somebody's rubbish..somebody else's treasure.

♠ Good People

In my opinion, good people deserves every break they can get.

Such is the case with the lady below:

First glance, she looks like every aunt we all have.

Second glance, still the same.

But once she gained the courage to voice out, all ears will listen.

Cos her story is like Paul Potts of Britain Got Talent.

Oddly, that show produces more singers than people of various talents..and more hopeful sob stories of rags-to-riches kind than any other reality show I've seen.

Anyway, back to my story.

The lady mentioned owns a cat, and took care of her mum till her last day and unmarried, unemployed at 47 and volunteers at a church. Susan Boyle's her name, and she's the lady who "The Woman Who Shut Up Simon Cowell", good enough reputation to look her up in youtube, wikipedia, google, twitter ..bla bla bla

I hope she wins.

♠ Owe It To Ourselves

We owe it to ourselves and our future generation to find somebody who loves and remain faithful to us.

Why?

Cos if we messed up, our kids will tell our sap stories to any ears that will listen.

And we'll one day listened on the grapevine or while eating next table of conversations like below:

your kid: "My mum's got a new bf."
else's kid: "Really?"
your kid: "Yea, at least this one's better than before. The one before looks like a dirt bag."
else's kid: "What happen to your dad?"
your kid: "Oh, he and mum's not together anymore. He's got a new gf now, almost my age."
else's kid: *speechless..

Or hear bout what our kids' behaviour like below:

your kid: "I was so sad the other day."
else's kid: "Why?"
your kid: "I got home and saw that my pet hamster were gone. My big ass of a brother hurled the daddy hamster out the balcony in a plastic bag after the hamster ate it's babies. And then my big ass brother went to search for the plastic with the hamster and seeing it alive, he went searching for a cat and fed the hamster to it."
else's kid: *speechless..

Yes, we owe it to ourselves.

**ABOVE ARE TRUE STORIES, REAL NAMES HIDDEN TO PROTECT THE REAL PEOPLE FROM BEING PUMMELLED**

♠ Cartoons

I love watching cartoons, yes, even at my age of nearing the big 3-0 (I'm asian, I dun look my age, go figure).

I'm usually not bias, I watched everything from Ben 10 to Spiderman to Scooby Doo to Basilisk to Teen Titan to TMNT. I just dun do animes with legs up to their throat and unisexual faces and overloaded boobies for angelic faces and voices cos it doesnt bloody make any sense.

My mum laughs when I switched on the cartoon channels and sit in front of the tv like when I was little, then she'd point it out to dad and laugh more.

Cartoons and I, we share a lot of time together. It's my second love.

It doesnt ask me "How's your day?" or try to talk. We understand each other perfectly; it entertains and I laugh at exactly the right moment, my moment.

It's mind-numbing and entertaining at the same time; one just laugh at the right moment and no brainworks involved. It's when life is simple and comfortable.

It's like how guys watch boobs; the drooling, the mind-boggling effect, the simple satisfaction of see-but-not-touch.

Yes, it's the same between me and cartoons. B, u just wun understand.

♠ Slumber

It's odd that when I was younger, I couldnt control my dreams.

So, sometimes I'd wake up abruptly or covered in cold sweat, from dreams like being eaten alive by zombies, surprised by flying ghosts, swallowed by sharks or crocodiles. Rather drastic and mind-shocking at first.

Now, as I grow older, I realised I can control a little bit of my emotion, thus my dreams. Not a lot of control like what food I was going to eat or what I was wearing, but I can control not being eaten alive or chewed to pieces as I looked at the scene like a floating body.

Makes me wonder, the shocking dreams from my younger years, is it due to me not being able to control how I was feeling? Or me not facing my fears.

And since I was getting older, I guess, I just got mellowed. But that doesnt mean I'm still not getting that belly ring or perhaps a little tattoo to mark that milleage in my life.

I still get the fear each time I dream, which explain why I dun get many.

Like when I dreamt of swimming with whales and eels, I never know when the sharks going to appear, or when it's goin to swallow me whole.

But many times, while fear gnawed, I get amazement from the clarity of the dreams which I had, and I kinda learnt to remember and enjoy the feeling.

Thus when I woke up, I remembered the color and touch and some details, I swear I could almost taste it.

Most of all, I remembered how I felt. And I'm grateful, that I dream.