Thursday, June 23, 2005

Oh Sillyporeans! Should I laugh or cry? Did u see the photograph of the man praying for 4 D outside the flat where China girl was cut up? I hope she visits him tonight!

By the way, the number he got was 4079 or should it be 4076.... Good luck!

Wanna get rich? Why not join me on a treasure hunt? I am looking for the treasure on Oak Island, Nova Scotia. Its a place near Eastern Canada. Its also called the money pit.

In 1795, a teenager came across a circular depression, with a tree on it that looked like having been used as a pulley. He returned the next day with a few friends and started digging for what was rumoured as pirate's treasure. Over a few days of digging, they found flagstones at 2 feet, and at every 10 feet there was a layer of oak logs. They only managed to dig till about 30 feet.
Eight years later, he returned and managed to dig till 90 feet before it started flooding. There were booby traps protecting the place.

A lot of other expeditions were carried out to try to uncover the 'treasure' but with very little success. As technology advanced, they had evidence of some precious metals when they did drilling into 200 feet. They also think that something is hidden in the money pit.

So are you with me? If you are keen to join me, please mail me a processing fees of S$2000, no cheque please, I like cold hard cash. Mail it to Nos 2 Suitcase Road, Singapore 666 999. (ya, I am Charlie's neighbour. And, yes, I know Victor too but he isnt staying around here)

Due to the foreseeable overwhelming response, I regret that only successful candidates will be notified!

Monday, June 20, 2005

Came across this very meaningful story...... If only, I had read it 3 years back.......... I am sorry, LITTLE GRASS, I let u down. Its no fault of yours, we just got lost thru the monotonous daily routine. Please forgive me!


When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms By Cai Zhi Heng

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

This was the scene ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.

I moved Dew' s hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said.
She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.

Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.

She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with romantically.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.
I didn't tell Dew about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.

She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.

Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.

I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.


LITTLE GRASS, u are the most wonderful person I had ever known! Thank you for all that u have done! Sorry, to let u down! May God Bless U!!!

Saturday, June 18, 2005

My body totally shut down for the last 5 days, 3 days due to fever and 2 days for mending a broken heart!

Remember, my chanced 'meeting' of a special someone? Well, she has ignored my last two messages to her friendster account. Guess, she is out to forget me.... its in her character! Thats the reason why I fell for her in the first place.

Another heartbreak........ The Bermuda Triangle, which captured my imagination when I was younger, was a hoax. How to take two tragedies when you are fighting the flu virus?

Well, guess you heard about the pair of famous, now removed, breast on SPG blog. Seems a big deal! But let me offer my two cents worth.....

In our tiny red dot, a 'fine' country, most of the younger generation have already migrated. One lawyer calls it "grey area". We call it cyberspace.

Good day, my fellow netizens! We are now in a free for all society, no holds barred. Say the pledge after me:

We, the netizens, of cyberspace,
promise to defend our total freedom,
Irregardless of domain, storage space and web design,
to build a cyberspace full of craps, sex and violent contents!

Those not with us, will be against us. So lets ignore those fools and ask for our peace.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Someone asked where to find out more information about the Time Traveller. Actually, I purposely left out that URL so that I can have something to write about again.

Ok, ok! I bluffed, cos no one left any comments....... I am fantasizing to have many readers. Here u go: is the site.

Its an interesting concept to be able to travel across time zone. And I guess most of you, including me, will like to find out who will win the EPL or World Cup 06 so to make a killing.

Food for thoughts: How come the marine life is able to forecast the tsunami?

Maybe, u will say that they may feel the seabed moving or some magnetic field changes, days before the earthquake.

How about this: Rats are known to abandon ship just before a fire on board a vessel? Can they sense it? Or they have what we call ESP?

I have done some reading and have the following conclusion...... All animals, including humans, are able to foretell a future event/disaster. Through the years of civilization, we have inhibited this power. When u dont use it, u lose it.

How many times have u felt strongly that u been through a particular event? Either in your dream or sub conscious? Only for your friend to tell you its a coincidence?

We do have the ability to experience a future event. Let me tell u a way to get this ability back. Firstly, carry a notebook with you. Whenever, u have a strong feeling or intuition, write it down. Then, put a tick when the event come true. Cross it out when its wrong. After a few months of practise, u will start to get more rights than wrongs. If you continue at it, you will master it with a high degree of accuracy.

Be warned! It may sound fun to know the future, but are u ready for it? Isnt life more interesting if you step into the unknown everyday?

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

"JOHN - JAN. 29, 2001: I get no pleasure out of being right when it comes to CJD disease, war in the Middle East or suffering people in far away lands. There's nothing like the look on someone's face when you tell them 100,000 people will be dead tomorrow. In my travels, I have discovered that most people really don't want to know about the future because if it's different than what they want it ticks them off."

In November 2000, someone claiming to be a time traveller from year 2036 started posting on an Internet forum. In one of his many postings, he suggested a few events that eventually came true.
  • CJD disease - mad cow disease happening in America
  • war in the middle east - the iraq war
  • suffering people in far away lands...... 100,000 people will be dead - tsunami in Asia

He also mentioned, among others, World War 3 in 2015? Civil war in America starting 2005? Taiwan returning to Mainland China after an invasion in 2009?
Amazing! That's my first reaction. Really?

I am so happy! Because I will still be around in 2036, assuming that I didnt die in the war or some other unfortunate events. I must apply for the position of a Time Traveller.
Having an inquisitive mind, I like to solve the thousand whys in my life, eg. why she decided to dump me suddenly and leave me devastated? How did my beloved Shih Tzu disappear from my 14th floor apartment after I locked my door and left the house? And of course, find out who you are reading my blog now!

I have decided, from today, to watch my diet, lose weight, stop drinking, quit smoking, sleep early and maybe, just maybe, be an Organic vegetarian. I must stay healthy and live till I fulfil my ambition!

I have never been so motivated.

Monday, June 06, 2005

A New Beginning

I have been gone for 2 yrs.... and finally I managed to get back online.

Have been exploring life, its meaning and the unknown.....

I died 2 yrs back, murdered by Someone Special using a weapon called feelings. Call it Fate, I found her again recently. Took lots of courage to make contact again. Life is interesting cos you never know what will happen tomorrow...

Enough said, lets get on with what I want to share.... But will anyone be reading?? Give me some feedback, ok??

If you have read my profile, there are 2 links to a song named Gloomy Sunday... A little background: Its a Hungarian song written in 1933 for the composer's girlfriend. The girlfriend was rumoured to have committed suicide after listening to it. The composer also killed himself shortly. And in 1936, the songs was allegedly banned cos it was related to many suicide in Hungary. The two versions on the links, one in Chinese, the other is in English are only cover versions. The original is in Hungarian.

Looking at the lyrics, I dont recommend u listening to it when you are depressed.

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless.
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thought of ever returning you.
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.
Gloomy is Sunday;
with shadows I spend it all.
My heart and I have decided to end it all.
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know.
Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you.
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.Gloomy Sunday.

Talking about depression. I have been there, done it and survived! Will share it when I have time.