He's so dashingly otaku

congratulations to our Kar Loon whose wedding was on the 14th June 2008. Sheau Wen's so pretty that night but neh, Ah Loon... why your hair looked like Naruto's? *giggles*

~pink balloons make me smile~

~colgate ad. why you didn't show your teeth? *pokes koe* ~

~tis' a lively discussion we had.~

~with more fishy peeps from lab 307~

Special YAMSENG for Ah Loon. the sirap was NOT spiked. *teehee...*


Have a happy, happy, happy marriage.

YOU!

Why do people always say that when I show up?

"YOU!" What kind of conversational gambit is THAT?

The only proper response would be "ME!"

But that sounds SO ridiculous don't you think?

"YOU!"

*sigh*

"ME."

*ripped off from my community (^_^)*

wedding bells

him: why did he wants to marry so early?
me: why not?
him: marry later better what... our age still young.
me: doesn't mean when you think marrying late is better, everybody thinks so too.
him: i pity him lah. later sure life will be difficult after married.
me: tsk..tsk..i pity your girlfriend.
him: she also wants to marry late what.
me: how sure are you?
him: sure lah. she said what.
me: haven't you learned anything about girls yet?
him: ....
me: again. you know not everybody wants to marry late right?
him: stop talking nonsense, rerama.
me: *gigglesnorts*
him: shut up.

-this conversation happened because, the wedding bells? they're deafening.-

you don't need to force a smile

for me anymore.

because i'm happy you're happy. i really do.

no regrets. no doubts either. seriously.

and what happened that day reminds me again why i never wanted our relationship to be more than friends.

here's to you and your future, friend.

the Red and the Black

je ne suis plus qu'amour pour toi,
ou plutôt le mot amour est trop faible.
je sens pour toi ce que je devrais sentir
uniquement pour Dieu;
un mélange de respect, d'amour, d'obéissance.

quotes from Stendhal's "Le rouge et le noir".
~the word LOVE no longer applied to you~

i couldn't be unhappy

(A) midge came to town

(B) i've finished ALL my experiments.

(C) watched Robert Downey Jr. droolfest!!

(D)my boss treat the whole lab to a KL trip (for an exhibition, which he won a gold award)

(E) finished final draft of manuscript to send for publication.


but still...i'm feeling a bit down. i blame TJ's post for making me depressed.
"See you later." have never sounded SO SAD.
Ken-nii chaaan!!! *sobs*

How glow-worms are born

thought you'd like a fairy-tale to read now and then. special thanks for the very, very talented lauand who let me use her story. *sparkles*

Once upon a time, the Moon realized that two of her raylights were missing. She wasn’t prone to leave her things forgotten – because she knew where dirty socks belonged, when trash day was and what the ashtrays were for – so she deduced that the two rays of moonlight had been stolen. Wishing them back, she asked two of her trusted knights to look for them and to retrieve them. Because amongst the thousands stars that served her, there was a force of knights who rode the moonbeams and fought her battles. There is war even in the peaceful skies above.

The fact is that the star-knights – whose names were Roku and Shichi – went to the place where the missing moonrays should have been. As everybody knows, moonbeams follow a straight line, so the empty space that they had left behind had to point exactly to the place on Earth where they had been abducted.

After conducting a thorough investigation – that I’ll omit because it’s not necessary to the flow of the story – Roku and Shichi found a cave. There, in a glass jar of pickles – emptied, of course – were the two missing moonlight rays; trapped, swirling in search of a escape. When the brave star-knights went to twist the lid open and free the moonrays, they heard a voice that begged them: ‘No, please! Don’t take them away!’

Shichi and Roku turned around and saw a little dwarf – little even for the dwarven standards, that is – who ran past them towards the jar to hug it tight with his chubby arms.

‘If you do,’ the dwarf explained, ‘my cave will be black again, and I’m so afraid of darkness!’

‘But they’re not yours to keep’ Shichi reasoned.

‘They long to be free and our mistress misses them very much’ Roku added.

The star-knights didn’t know what to do. The moonbeams belonged to their Lady, but the dwarf – who wasn’t more than a child, it was for that reason that he was so small – woke their compassion and they didn’t want to leave him alone in the dark. After much thinking and some telepathic discussing – because the stars can talk without words, speaking directly to each other’s minds – they decided to explain everything to the Moon so that she could act as a judge and find a solution to this predicament.

And so, the star-knights, the dwarven child and the moonlight rays went to see the Lady of the Nightly Skies, to whom they explained the situation. After reflecting very gravely on it, the Moon reached her verdict.

‘Stealing is wrong’ she said to the dwarf, ‘but living alone, surrounded by darkness isn’t right, either; so I’ve decided that you’ll give the moonrays back, but in exchange, I’ll grant light to the nightly bugs so that they chase the darkness away and you don’t have to be afraid in my kingdom anymore.’

And that way, the glow-worms were born, the dwarf and the rest of the earthly creatures enjoyed the beautiful light of these nice bugs in our dark nights and the Moon kept on reigning the nocturnal skies.

~Fin~

Reload and BusGamer's New Poster

just for the record. the photoshop bunny bit me and i couldn't resist....ngeee!!!!

oxymoronic values

i'm a sincere fake. that phrase nicely sums up my whole life lately.

i didn't know that making that plastic smile was hard. and i need to be in the mood too to fake politeness. the best thing was, the whole lab supports my cause. teehee...

though i did improve in answering questions in an almost perfect professional tone and avoiding suicidal moments with a nonchalant attitude.

really, i am sincere when i told you i am not.

Don the Kucing

Don enjoying an afternoon nap clinging to my hand. awww.....
because Acee asked for it. (^_^)

something's broken

i think.

i heard the sound of something...

breaking.

since when are we so breakable?

urgh!! geram.

drama, drama.

a miss uptight from weirdo-land mistook my joke for something else and now she's making such a big issue out of it. i don't mind if she has a problem with me, but why would she want to involve my other labmates in this? not only that, my boss was dragged in too. her argument was when i talked to her (a.k.a. telling the stupid joke), my face shows that i'm being serious.

sorry, i lost her there. which part of my face was serious again? was it my nose hair?

luckily, my labmates were an understanding bunch and i'm glad that at least one person defended me from her (i luv you, darling. but you know that already). and my boss? he's so cool. (but he also knows that already). *grin*

lesson learned, leave my jokes in lab or other comfort zones when venturing into unknown territory.

however, i would like to give miss uptight a lesson on how to differentiate whether another human being rerama's joking or not. please, take out that stick from your ass first and have a seat.

1. when rerama jokes, she tends to be smiling. that means she will stretch her muscles around her mouth so that it curves upward. in severe joking cases, she will overstretch those muscles that you can see her sparkling teeth. that is what we call a grin.
2. when rerama jokes, usually her words will be accompanied by a laugh. pardon me, i forgot. you might not know what a laugh is. it sounds a bit like "hehe..." or "haha.."
3. when rerama is being serious, you can not see any trace of a smile or a grin. her words will be carefully chosen to make her point. she will make sure the other person will know how serious she is by being professionally serious in the serious sense of serious.

like now. look how serious my serious nose hair is?

Challenge Prompt - FIRST TIME

Author : ikanrerama
Notes : joined this writing challenge online. time-limit was 30min and it took me 21mins 20sec to finish it. i've got good reviews of it, and they encouraged me to post it public. so here it goes. hope you enjoy it. my first of many.


Those little things slipped unnoticed first. A clean house, food on the table, a pleasant company to play cards. While looking for a particular shirt, he opened his cupboard to find his clothes neatly arranged and the realization of what it all meant, left him reeling. Then and there, he had freaked out.

Because the first time he wanted someone's affection so much, that person would never give it.

Because the first time he thinks a person had actually cared, he had left him.

Thus, the first time he found that someone who might actually give him the love he craved so much and would always be there for him, he ran away.

Because he doesn't want to want and be left behind again.

on autopilot

i don't remember what happened on the drive back to campus the other day.

i'm having a heated discussion with a friend while behind the wheel and i sort of drove the car on reflex.

red light, stop.
green light, go.
maintain distance 3m from car up front.
signal when changing lanes.
maintain speed at 80km/hr.

i really, really remembered nothing. not even the big tesco that i must've passed on the way, so focused i was on the ongoing argument.

when told, said friend didn't even flinch. saying that i was driving like normal. hello? how convinced are you that your life is safe in my hands?

i should've not blanked out like that. i should stop multi-tasking while driving (which is a bad, bad habit. i know).

so, yeah. i scare myself.

The Arrow And The Song

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"because... because..." (u_u)