to many,
the home is a place wher one lives.
to me,
it’s a place where i prepare to leave.
the place looks glum
people look sad
they make me stress
the toilet is always wet
once again the toilet is locked. as usual it is wet. U, get out. yah i want to.
my eyes are tired, and my feet are weary but something inside tells me to continue this story.
so to the weary and the timid, learn from the three little pigs: dare to build dream houses of solid brick. though they may seem alot of work, true love should never feel that hard.
the truth is a web that i have tangled, for another spider to untangle. cats are meant to be free, never caged or sealed- that’s what they seek. help the feline to break free, in this world of uncertainty.
: JA oT
for it takes one to know one- the blog is read by many ; and the many enjoy my crypt. the cryptic enjoy crypt. and the common enjoy not knowing the crypt. the discreet knows the crypt but rather not annouce it. you are the one who have challenged the silence of the discreet. and i applaud u, very loudly, for the act of curiousity.
i am booking in now. the common storeman demands his cigarette. shd i buy?
wholeheartedly contented that my wish has come true. (trusting in all things being genuine)
i have never been to Nottingham. but i imagine that this is what it will feel like:
the rain pelts. it’s neither hot nor cold. ure body is at ease. u can snuggle into an old jacket and feel blessed. the sun is not out, but it isn’t dark. everything seems grey. u don’t need to make any judgements about anything. a chair is a chair. meant to be sat in. a laptop, meant to be used to blog. ure mates are snoozing. the tv is on but ure uncle is reading the papers. the toilet smells great. ure bed looks like a nest. shadows and lights become your friends. the wind blows. u shiver a little. but u feel like you’re going to swell. u smell the aroma of food. u know where to seek warmth. u look out the window. the rain goes on. u know that it will go away soon. but u smile because the rain is making you feel good right now.
hold on to the rain while it falls. the weather is unpredictable. u know the rain will stop. soon the sun will shine. the shadow and wind, your friends will shall fade away, JUST await the next rainfall. u’ll be able to snuggle up into Nottingham without a care in the world again.
this is for my people who have lost somebody. keep ure hands to the sky, don’t ever say bye bye. to all those who have fallen out of love: there is something better that can make you feel better than being loved- the hope of finding new love.
DAD to daughter, ” cross road must hold hand.”.
oops, i think i may have typed lovelle twice accidentally, hence replacing you, dear amy. HAHAHA lovelle reminds me of amy! haha NOT! totally different! (i think)! hahaha. –> insults amy! okay i have nights out on tuesdays and thursdays. weekends are great too. sunday dinner? saturday dinners are fine. Friday nights i usually have bible study aka cell group dear.
yes calvin, we should meet up soon! monday we’ll be going back to OETI to collect our new postings? let’s go shopping at Queensway then head to town to chill over some coffee? WENZ and Jarrod, u guys/gals/guals are invited. bring tommy along and put him in my coin pocket.
haha, hahaha i camwhore while i still have what it takes to do so! lol.
i have a mask on my face now. skincare my dears. speaking of skincare, I have officially become the leading beautician/cosmetologist in Seletar camp. my cupboard doubles up as a beauty counter and FabianO is the most sought after dermatologist in my bunk. I offer advice to my clueless bunk mates. they dont know how to treat a pimple -.- One night, some guy asked me if applying 3 different brands of pimple cream would make it thrice as effective. I was stunned. Aren’t they science boys? 3 different active ingredients on the face may neutralise one another or even worse, cause an undesirable chemical reaction! now every evening whenever i open my cupboard, it’d be the same as SK 2 opening shop in camp. Guys will flock to me. “fabian can i ask how to get rid of my pimple? can i try some of that….—>”
give up.
tick tock, it approaches,
tick tack, one more time. it’s coming.
the mind sprints. the mind fumbles. it must not
falter.
for the marathon will be won when relaxation is achieved.
for there is no point in training if the end results in
stress.
FABIAN has to book in soon.
i think about you in the summer time! whoaa oh! 91.3 fm rocks. new kids on the block, i wanna wear short shorts, summer flats, in the summer time. make you crazy. whoa oh… let’s go to Rio.
so now boys and girls, if you could go anywhere in the world with beloved Fabian, (one on one, hahaha nature of the date is open- friendly platonic, friendlier friendly. friendly romantic, raunchy erotic {gasps} etc…) SO, where would it be?
a) Rio de Janeiro
b) Paris
c) California
d) Amsterdam
e) Dublin
f) any other choice except China.
CAst YOUR VOTES.
today someone asked me why i was so lethargic on the elliptical trainers during my warm up. i had a bad week. i have no energy. follow up on the lat pulls he did. so u feeling better now? NO. (the future can’t change the past, i thought to myself ) .listened. smiled. ‘well, doing gym helps cos it gives you endorphines’. rite… hahaha i was laughing to myself thinking of resse witherspoon in legally blonde. but for some unusual reason , i was beaming and blushing a little. was wearing braces too. MMI. physio.
let the little things in life make your day meaningful. don’t let them get too to much. be on guard. sometimes, we even have to guard against the good things.
aw… do you have to guard against me? hehee.
hey girls, lovelle, lovelle, yan and princess crystal. aww i miss you too. appreciate your comments. hey to everyone else, especially to those that have been sharing their opinions with me, please do NOT be afriad to comment on my blog. just SHOOT!
life was perfect for those few hours. haha it’s the little things that really get to me. i had a really enjoyable time this evening. lovely time. i met up with jonathan for dinner after my workout. one thing led to another: at first i wanted to just go to Novena Square in my work out attire. thankfully i didn’t. Why? cos I came home for a shower, then i decided to wear something nice. then i decided to match the outfit with a nice styling of my crowining glory- my hair. following that i decided that i need to do some minor “skincare ” before leaving my house. then i thought that a spritz of CK ETERNITY would complete the “makeover”.
hahaha damn, i was please with myself. with my ipod plugged in, i walked to the train station thinking that I was the star of BISHAN FASHION WEEK. man star that is. i dont do the girly cat walk. in public at least. So i met Jonathan, purchased my toiletries to replace those in camp. the thief who took my toiletries must be the luckiest guy in the entire CAMP of seletar. clarins facewash, body shop shower gel and nature’s farm shampoo. many have asked me to bring less expensive items. i refuse to neglect my bodily and spiritual desires of a luxurious shower because of the potential of theft. the shower is my haven. nourishment unlike anything else on earth.
Had awesome recommendations from Jonathan Sim. Body Shop, PLEASE INCREASE HIS PAY. HIS THOUGHTFULNESS FOR AN ARMY BOY’S NEEDS ARE INCREDIBLE.
Novena square is a quiet place. Not too crowded but not ghost town-like empty. The big screen at Velocity attracted Chinamen to watch the table tennis match against Singapore. Haha. Mos burger at Novena Square was so clean and quiet that it had an atmosphere of a good quality restaurant. Relaxing dinner. Nice conversation. satisfied. thanks.
The power of attraction does work. I placed my order, i believe it is arriving. I did spend quite abit though. Crap. Shush. anyways, whenever Fabian feels happy with himself, he takes pictures.
spiderman at suntec?
i like this cuttlefish dish. buffet w XJ.
LOUSY PHOTOGRAPHY!
models of FabianO INC.
hehe. dont let it always start and end with me.
control.
be in control.
never subdue them, never discipline them. do not be afraid.
what is in a blog? i am sitting in front of the tele. watching the olympics. the horses are doing the dressage. one, two, three, four. ahh she’s in trouble! that’s right that’s a good horse. keep your head down. don’t be stupid. relax. the horse has to be really obedient.
as promised.
i am quite sure that im not the only one spotting these photos. proof that i was at the F I R concert on friday night!
rock and soft.
i thought that she had quite a pwerful voice, but my uncle begged to differ.
hey hey! im gald he enjoyed the concert. wished he was as wild as me! hahaha. thankfully there was someone else as “high” as me screaming at clapping- jaq. to be entirely honest, i dont actually know f i R too well. all i know about them is flyaway… but when they played their songs, many sounded really familiar. their songs are quite inspirational, not all about love. i felt FEI’s sincerity. i think she’s quite an artistic person. i could feel her emotions. =) was touched. xie xie ni. thank you.
after the concert…
some imposters wearing CJ t shirts at my house. im @ the top, but hahaha u cant really see me. im not an imposter though!
HAPPY NATIONAL DAY. i walked around with the mini flag sticking out from my bag. as usual, i’d do anything to draw attention to myself. im starting to wonder if i should stop that.
the sweet GrApeY is like a lollipop.
looks nice when it’s on the shelf. in it’s cute lil wrapper. myarid of colours boasting it’s delicious taste. sugary sweet. others claiming proudly to be sugar free but equally tastey (bull shit if u ask me, never go for the sugar alternatives.) . take off the wrapper, and u realise that it’s too sweet. u can’t finish the lollipop in time before your bus arrives to take u back home. u decide to chuck it. but u’re afraid that u won’t be able 2 afford a second one anytime soon. u look back at the shelf, there are a hundred cloned replicas of the one u just bought on the shelf. u stare at the half eaten-lolli, disgusted that ure indulging in something so unhealthy – devoid of any nutritional value.
but hey, ure in a candy shop. everyone else around you is shopping of the same thing, do you walk out and head for the organic fresh fruit stall?
