I don't talk much these days. I used to.
My time, well-spent? Guess no, mostly watching Glenn Close playing games with vengeance.
Thank God, there's the little lesson I've learnt: No matter how unethical you're, if you play the right game, and help the people in need (truly), you win the world.

Love the opening theme from this show - Listen up, the humming at the beginning of the song.

Little lamb......
Smile......

不知道这是哪来的冲动，还是本来就压抑了好久。

刚刚打了一通电话，朋友的爷爷中风了，她从新加坡赶回来照顾他。

电话接通的瞬间，不晓得是不是心理作用，感觉她的声音竟然特别沉重。

五年前爷爷中风的片段，现在又重重的压着我那颗还会跳动的心。

上个礼拜回去探望爷爷，买了淡文饼，他认得是我，慢慢的坐起来，然后和我聊了几句，然后累了，再躺下去。

每次见了他，我都会埋怨自己，为什么没常回去和他聊天。虽然每个星期都回去，但是多数的时候看到爷爷躺在床上，都不敢去打扰他。

爷爷中风的前一个星期，他还帮我开了一粒榴莲，然后和我一起吃。现在的他，吃饭时也需要帮忙。有时候看着父亲或姑姑帮他喂饭，我真的很痛心，心里头真的很希望从五年前的那一天开始，所有的事都是一场梦。

我真的真的很怀念，二十年前他用单车载我上学和回家，还有我们常常停驻的那家小杂货店，我总是拉着他的衣袖，希望他心太软而买下我想要的。有玩具枪、零食、自动笔、风筝......

或许现在的我会问，为什么人总要老死，为什么我们总是抓不住最美好的，为什么我不是那个人人都希望我当的医生，为什么我没有办法为他留住健壮的两条腿，为什么我不能？

就是因为经历了这么多的力不从心，让我了解了原来最害怕失去的，便是人生中最美好的。

要是你问我现在最想做什么，我想回家。

这是我步入工程师生涯的第四年，生活有时潦倒有时万事如意。自己在大学时期就是个懂得享受生活的书生，吃得好，住得好，打肿脸皮充胖子的情况更多的是，因为政府的资助不够花而打电话回家要钱也不出奇。踏入社会工作后，吃喝更是有过度挥霍的迹象，扣剩不多的薪水存到现在还不够付一间小公寓的头期，房里却堆满了追随潮流的玩意儿。钱财身外物，我总是安慰自己，活在当下，开心是最重要的。我硬着头皮，熬过了好多追问薪水、身家、职位的问题，一直告诉自己，视之而不见，听之而不闻吧。

今天的午餐，在粥面家吃了到味的皮蛋瘦肉粥和白滑的豆花，走到了食品部，想买点吃的回家，让父母在看戏时可以边吃边追。上个礼拜买了几包花生回家，结果自己就在电视机前吃了大半。看了看豆类的柜子上不同的包装，无意中看见了包装别致精巧的开心果。看了看价钱，好便宜，才不过几块钱，妈又特别喜欢吃，伸手就拿了两罐，打算把其中一罐送给姑姑吃。在不远处溜达了不久，又不经意的回到同一个地方，这时定神一看，原来那小罐的开心果竟然要二十多块。心里大叹一声好彩，放回了两罐吃了未必会开心的果，在附近买了两包入口的三楂饼就付钱溜了。

放工后驱车回老家的路上，突然间想起了父母，还想起了母亲每次都为我准备了等我回家就吃的晚餐，想起了疲惫不堪的父亲为我的9754洗澡。一瞬间的记忆倒流充斥了我本来已经疲累的中枢神经，眼眶不禁泛起泪光。自己开始觉得愧疚不堪，挥霍的恶习竟然让自己无法买点稍微贵的零食给母亲吃，这是第几流的孝顺女。

踏进家门，爸妈就问我想吃饭了吗，于是就盛了碗汤，我坐下来就吃那五菜一汤的晚餐。吃着的同时，爸妈不时走过来寒暄几句，脸上欢喜的谈着弟弟的升学计划和叫我多吃菜、多喝汤。看见近年来老了不少的父母嘴边流露的笑意，我突然惊觉原来让他们快乐的，是我每个礼拜踏进家门的时刻。我给他们的礼物，除了有小时候让他们骄傲，原来长大了没什么成绩的我也能够让他们老怀安慰。

简单的快乐，总是流露得最不经意。我开始相信，爸妈心里总是载着我26年里送给他们最不起眼的回忆。

Ah! I didn't expect this will happen to me, a very low profile blogger in comparison with the always controversial Perez Hilton. Please expect this entry to be simple, innocent and story-telling-alike.

Reaching the QBM car park at 5.50pm, I got a strategic parking lot just outside the 5th-floor lift. After rushing to pick up my ticket at the reservation counter, spent some time at the washroom giving myself a really clear mind, I jogged into Hall 1 with some pace. (OK, the story began after this, be patient.)

Sitting at G12 was a guy. Apparently I would be sitting at G11 (left-hand side of this guy). When I approached the seat, placing my laptop heavy tortoise-shell-like bag on the floor and prepared to sit down, the guy suddenly LEANED AGAINST my direction and said: "Hi. Excuse me. (About 2 seconds of weird feeling and unexplainable curiousity set in.) Do you mind if I put my drink here? (He's pointing at the cup-holder on my right)." With a voice as polite and gentle, I managed to spill out a couple of words: " Yeahhh... Sure."

So the light dimmed out and the film started rolling, I was still in awe. What's the problem with me, huh? I managed to send a message to SS telling her about this before the first Autobot appeared in the movie and she was kind enough to advise me not to get over-excited and hug him. (This's not gonna happen since I know myself good enough to be very self-control.)

Again, I couldn't explain why this overwhelming feeling struck me and left me come up with the THOUGHT PROVOKING comment at the last entry. I might be too excited because he's well-dressed, busy dealing with his Palm before the show started, eating popcorn throughout the show, covering his mouth and watched with a little tensed expression when the Autobots were in danger, sipping the cup of coffee slowly, his politeness, he is OLD (*grin*)...... I think it's because I have already got it right prior to seeing him - When I bought the ticket online, I had told SS that this guy, the only seat sold out on the row "G", must be watching it alone as well.

So much of pre-show excitement has turned into little silly type of overrated (by me) unexpected experience. Guys and girls, don't keep speculating anymore on what I said at #5. This, in fact, is NOT as provoking as what you've thought.

NOTE: I'm going to watch again on this Wednesday - because of this little "innocent crush" I have. So, next time, don't be too busybody about what's happening beside you and pay attention to what you are watching.

Signing off with Megan "Mikaela" Fox's FHM photoshoot vid. (Rated 18SX and for guys only).

My Windows Media Player is playing New Divide, my head is still spinning with the robots who could run, joke, swim, joke and even tease. It's not their fault though, the foxy lady is just too hot to resist. Oh my.

Throughout the years, I have learnt not to expect much for a sequel especially with the first one received enormous praise. After all, it's just too hard for me to get NOT excited about it. Even before the premier I have sworn to watch for the 2nd time, probably the next Wednesday when I could get cheap ticket. The last one I watched it twice, the 2nd time alone, managed to grab the last ticket of that session.

Did I mention I watched it alone again, this time?

I would say my 10 bucks has been well spent. Better than eating a set of McDonalds Value meal or KFC Snack Plate, or gulping down a Starbucks Mocha Frap (still need to top-up I know).

Words I should tell you guys before stepping in for the show, do NOT expect things that you have NOT seen before. The robots are still robots. Megan is still hot, still has her hair sweeping and sweats all over her tanned body, her lips, her over-excessive romance with Shia, and the still very ridiculous Witwicky family.

I would suggest that you watch as an entertainment and do not try to explain the movie. Talking about fascination, for me this is less impressive than the first one, even though the robots could tear the Eiffel down within a split of second.

I'm just mean, I guess. Sue me for this, and I still think the jokes in there (stupid one) ruin the movie. Anyway, Transformers is still my favourite action movie after the Iron Man. Let's see how Mr. Downey can do himself justice next summer.

Keynotes:

1) 9pm show is sold out as well as Friday night 9pm.

2) Do NOT watch a DVD please or you should screw yourself.

3) Guys please bring a glass of ice-cold water in case of excessive heat generated.

4) Girls please listen to the fast-flowing dialogues instead of staring at the subtitle.

5) It's absolutely right rated as PG13. Kiddos are allowed.

6) Girls should consider watching it alone, maybe you will have some UNEXPECTED experience. *wink wink*

今天真的是有趣的一天。

开会开了一整天，倦容满面，风尘仆仆的赶去打球。球场上“英姿飘飘”，飘的是那些接不到的球。汗应该是流了不够半公升吧，脂肪应该也没怎么烧，又风尘仆仆的赶着回家。一踏出大礼堂就惊觉大事不妙，因为正值放学时间，门庭若市，车水马龙，塞得不可开交。在车上皱着眉头等车龙散去，却这么巧遇上老板接小孩放学。一脸孤疑，他好像是在问：你干嘛在这里，难道......？”明白他脸色的大变，我赶紧加以解释：“老板，别害怕，我没有私生子！”

到了家，放了那重到我驼背的手提电脑，又风尘仆仆的上了室友的车，赶往目的地去了。哦，原来车上除了有姑姑以外，还有一个新朋友，今天我和他才有零距离接触，平时都是闻其名不见其身。他，就是只有英文名字的GPS。实不相瞒，我猜他的中文名字应该会特别复杂，所以对他还是叫GPS就好。风尘仆仆的我们绕着很蜿蜒的山路，听着应该很会大路的GPS指点迷津，眼看离显示的目的地越来越近了，咿？奇怪了，怎么会在乔治市了？果然是所谓的老夫子肉骨茶，但旁边就看不见有我们想光顾的档口。于是，转了又转，地址换了又换，正想放弃之际，咿?怎么给我们找到了！

买了那一千零一条，坐在另一间老夫子吃肉骨茶，果然是别有一番疯味。肉吃了，茶也喝了，请问你知道我们吃了什么吗？请按此处就有揭晓。

This is the most anticipating match for me, and maybe for all of us, your fans around the world. When you stepped out of the tunnel and waved, I said a prayer. I believe all of us did. "Please win" is the only thing we kept in ourselves and wish you could hear it from far. 

The Beginning

We love to see you making ground strokes, especially those you did to create winners, and forced errors from the opponent. Today, you didn't let us down. The start was as great. We know once you are in the lead, it's no turning back. The brief first set somehow settled everyone in the Philipe Chartier down, and I managed to gulp down a glass of tea. Vamos, Rog! 

The Momentum

I had always like to throw words and phrases on my friend's faces while they were criticizing particularly the teams I love, the sportsman I admire. So many have been there, telling me on my face that you would never win at Roland Garros, even after your nemesis Rafael was out. They were presuming your days of great tennis has gone. As a fan of yours for 6 years now, however, I think the best element in you, is rise to match or exceed the expectations. Good players need a set to gear up the momentum and go on to win, top players just need a game, or maybe a point to make it. You're in that range, and it's that quality that makes you a true champion. 

The End has just Begins

The history is renewed, the French Open new champion is born, another career Grand Slam winner. We don't know, for sure, how many championships you will win again. We don't even want to mount that 'beat Nadal' pressure on you. The only thing we have in all of us, your true fans, is the faith that continuously we have for several years. You have shown us the way to be a champion, graceful and gracious one. 

The Emotion

For me, an over-the-top and extremely emotional fan of yours, the recent years were tough. I saw you lost the French 2 times with close fights, once so badly that I couldn't get over it after a week, surrendered your throne at the Wimbledon, and the worst one in Australia, which I broke down in tears seeing you wept on the court. After your capture of this final Grand Slam, you told the world, I could play tennis with no pressure now for the rest of my career. We all hope that the joy of this win will carry you to the next level, when winning is not just about winning, is about giving the world a man everyone remembers as a tennis icon. 

Today, we celebrate with you! :)