Musings…

Damn, do I regret taking only one photo of my hyper bunch of ex-college mates during the gathering last Friday. Was moving in a daze after a busy,busy day of work and only remembered that I had a camera in my bag when we’re about to leave. Blame it on the aging brain cells. But wow, it’s been a long time now hasn’t it? Good to see how everybody has changed..or not,in different aspects..all has flourished in their careers,great to know (and some also in size..heheh).And it’s been nice catching up with two of my closest mates during college, Karen and Amy.. and poignant indeed to reminisce the times gone by when we were just a bunch of teenagers with no certain aims whatsoever in life, beside playing pranks on people,painting the whole town red and being overwhelmed by our love lives back then..fast forward to now, Karen is getting married to her college sweetheart Will in December and Amy is engaged, both flashing their blingblings on the fourth finger and getting squeaky and excited to finally being able to take the plunge. *Sniff*sniff*. Aww man where has Time gone? Wasn’t it just yesterday we were ploughing through the dark corridoors in Sunway Pyramid on a shopping trolley in the middle of the night, upsetting the security dogs? Sigh.Miss those times.It’s true isn’t it the phrase: youth is wasted on the young ? We never knew well enough how to embrace the moment and appreciate everything that we had back then,the good and the bad…a little bit of fuss here, a little bit of grudge there, a whole lot of complaints everywhere, and the years have flown by bringing us to today,as we come together and fondly remember our yesterdays, cherishing the bitter along with the sweet, longing for that trip down memory lane.CMP rock-ed big time,didn’t it? Here’s three cheers to our 8 years of friendship and to the many,many reunions that would come along in the near and distant future. Don’t any of you be a stranger now,ok? *wink*wink*

"Noooo…you go back there now and buy the ring for me…buy the ring, THE RING for me…get it?" a voice reiterated with a lot of passion.

    In case you’re wondering, no I did not overhear a conversation between an overzealous woman trying to milk her partner dry for another precious stone on her finger. I’m sitting in the cyber cafe, shooting like colored balls in my game of Chuzzle as usual to pass my lazy Saturday, and to be quite honest, cannot help feeling a little amazed by the world of games, gamers and all those mythical creatures that only exist in their world.

   "Faster.." the person persisted. "Or else i g.g already ***tooting g.g I tell you..hawhaw…do you know what you’re doing? Oh my gord, there’s the banshee…a banshee, u know?…a woman ghost…OH, OHHH, I die already…faster revive me…"

    I stifled the laughter bubbling up my throat. A series of guffaws erupted followed by blood curdling screams……from the bunch of young MALE adults sitting on the row opposite mine…presumably the team has ‘died-ed’ murdered by the banshee or whatever woman ghost they were battling…

   "Hoi…bloody cheating man…the killer is waiting by the base to toot***toot***tooot me…"

    Mirth oh mirth…I shake my head in amusement and roll my eyes. It’s a wonder how people like me from the ‘outside’ world could ever get used to that twisted (arhmm…I mean magical) journey gamers indulge in every once so often…nor could I get used to the transfixed faces once the game begins…the kind that translates to "smash my car into pieces for all I care so long as I’m playing…or cut my nipples and feed it to the pigs…as long as you don’t disturb my game…" You’d wonder whether the soul has flown away leaving just the pulp that’s the body. Oh, and did you know it is the biggest sin EVER to leave an online game that’s ongoing? Arrgghhh-exasperation…But then what would a non-gamer know,I’m thrown the question a gazillion times…yeah, you’re right, what would a person who only thrills in shooting like colored balls know now would she? Erm..I’d say I know something about…reality maybe…and realization that the whole world whizzes by while the game is ongoing…

    Admittedly, it’s kinda cute at times though, especially when I’m an observer like I am today with nothing to do to pass the time…here I am witnessing the so-called ‘male-bonding’ session first hand…amidst the heehaa and hoohoo and toottoottoot litany of curses, I could almost feel the easy camaraderie between the big boys. It reminds me of youth and a sense of being carefree somehow…god knows I need to be reminded sometimes in this rat-race life…

   Anyway, I’m just posting to pass the time and also to let those people who are wondering what’s happened to the crazy blogger know that I’m still alive and kicking…too many vacations…too many agendas…and too much moving about makes lazy bones I must say. But it’s been all good. After Phuket, there was PD, and then, there was Genting, followed by Penang. Time to settle down before the big vacation of the year early this December…Korea Korea here I come! Yippety hoo! :p Rightey then, cheers everybody…don’t be sadsad, Raya Hols are over & time to start the engines and get some serious work done before the year end festivities get you into a lazy hazy mood yet again. Muahh muahh.

Dear Friends,

In case you’re wondering why you cannot find the pictures I said I’ve posted, they’re in my blog. You won’t find them in my profile. Just posted the pics for Eddy’s Wedding & Mark’s Bday. So you know where to find it when you want to. Cheers people! N have a spanking good day!

ET

Looks like it is, as some people are really taking the liberty in piling up ‘nice’ little tidbits about me in my testimonial column I see…tsk tsk tsk. Aww come on, people, give this girl a break, will ya? I’m just an innocent soul, sipping my afternoon cup of tea, and suddenly…whoa, bombardment of the year piles on me! 

            First of all, Jess made a comment that I’m an old hag…ok, point taken because if my age should be judged by my crazy shivvying and jiving around here, there and everywhere in the night spots, that’s quite so the thing of the past…I don’t dance much anymore. Creaking bones don’t allow, what to do? So fine, I’m OLD but at least I’m growing old with grace hahaha. And purreezzee…I don’t pole dance in public…not that wild and crazy laa…you’re smearing my *angelic* reputation, so I need to cook up some sort of retaliation to that. (In other words *Smacksmack hithit kickkick* for possibly getting me into hot soup!)

            Next, I’m an intimidating ogre… RRRrrraaawwwwwrrrRRRR…that’s your cue to run and hide behind the bush, Joel and Paul ahahhaha. But come on, I ain’t no man-eating beast. I’m just doing moderately well in my career…thinking of giving up writing in fact because I’ve hit some sort of snag and I’m quite brain dead when it comes to writing, alas. So does that make me more approachable? *wonders*

            Oh, that part about me freezing in the cold is quite true though, along with being patchy and purple when the temperature dips…bad blood circulation laa, what to do?…Don’t remember the cold making me moody though…Val knows me well hahaha. And I’m impressed you still remember what I said so long ago – that my greatest fear is to die a cold, cold death buried underneath the snow. Haha. But of course, imagine every part of your body frozen but you are not brain dead yet, and you’ll know what I mean. Ok, so the part about me being a scaredy cat is true too, I’m sure many are hopping in their seats, ready to pounce and give me their bit on me being a scaredy cat…can add another one here, scared of people like you guys spilling my innards for all to see on my page hahahaha. Just you people wait until I hand you one in return, so start getting individual profiles of your own and stop hogging on Vince’s account!! That’s an order!!

            And Kevin. When did I ever rant, cry and laugh in a few seconds? That sounds like the perfect character…for Psycho 3. I’m not that emotionally mal-balanced laaa. You’re melodramatic enough to be a best-selling author, friend! You should try it some time hehehe.

            Paul, you just scared away the remaining good men within 50 m radius of me. The shmack in the face was for the drunkard who couldn’t keep his hands to himself, remember? Whheeewww, glad I have that clarified now…

            And Pris, you’re right, I’m a wuss…I puke at just about anything…you remembered hahaha…how…moving indeed. Suddenly, my stomach feels like it is…moving…hrmm…

            Anyway, nice to hear all these quirks about myself…anybody has anymore quirks to share? I’m compiling 1001 quirks of Eunice Tan, since it is take-a-jab-on-me week. If you have something more private to share, don’t do it here on my blog comment column or on my testimonial column…PLEASE PM me…or I’ll have to do you in once and for all. *Blekkkk*

Understanding the words gone unspoken

Deep faith that promises made would not be broken

That even in absence, they will remain true

Conviction without question whatever hardships to pull through

And then there’s the quiet in the aftermath

Of patience and tolerance and restrained wrath

Holding back spews of fire meant to wound

Knowing well things would get better soon

Laughing over jokes others fail to comprehend

Soothing disappointments with a touch of the hand

A pat on the back in way of congratulations

Recognition for rising above one’s trials and tribulations

A smile when no words could penetrate the darkness

A simple bear hug to signify forgiveness

A tender moment when only eyes communicate

Unwavering emotions that need not be said

A kiss of reassurance when inferiority rules

An acknowledgement that mistakes and imperfections are not only meant for fools

A whisper of the breath to rekindle passion

Intertwined fingers for a shared vision

A gentle massage when frustration reigns

A moment of solitude to reflect on losses and gains

A bow of silence in respect of one’s failure

The graveyard of broken dreams he must endure

Yet many are not privileged to discern

That sometimes the best words are those left unspoken

And silence is more potent than anything else one can say

It is what equilibrates all the clamor in the world today