This has been my frequent hang out,
after work chilling with Su,
sitting at the seats outside the departure hall,
watching the sunset,
seeing the day go by,
with nary a worry,
and just enjoying the sights of travellers and backpackers.


I miss my backpacking days where airports were often stops to link me from one city to another.
Airports are beautiful places with complicated operations
and I've come to appreciate it more.
=)

When life gets tough, remember what I told you.

Don't doubt your capabilities because

the last person you can trust is still yourself.

=)

Feather

The eternal pillowfights
Slammed across the cheeks
Bore a few scars here and there
Deluged with an inundation of feathers

The plethoric sutures
A haemophiliac’s compulsion
Scathing lacerations

A Feather
Floats
Down
And
Tickles
The
Throat.

走火入魔- 丁噹+阿信

对不起　刚才我　是不是听错
还是我　想太多　想到了昏头

天气不错　开了窗吹走脸红

进一步　退一步　都害怕打破
更不想　再和你　永远做朋友

给你线索　也给我勇敢藉口

下定决心　沉默
想让沉默为我们追究
你和我　这一刻　无声的　而交流
却突然震耳欲聋


*一字一句一瞬间　走了火
一天一点一转眼　入了魔
忘了我从什么时候
忘了你为什么能够让我
一步一步走火入魔（和我）*

一直猜　一直想　一直的揣摹
一直到　你变成　甜美的心痛

如果可以　把如果变成结果

下定决心　执着
想让执着为我们突破
我和你　很想说　这时候　
出现烟火让心间充满感动

*一字一句一瞬间　走了火
一天一点一转眼　入了魔
忘了我从什么时候
忘了你为什么能够让我
一步一步走火入魔　　（和我）

一字一句一瞬间　走了火
一天一点一转眼　入了魔
如果你有相同感受
感受到有种突然的冲动
放肆一次走火入魔　　（和我）

一字一句一瞬间　走了火
一天一点一转眼　入了魔
忘了我从什么时候
忘了你为什么能够让我
一步一步走火入魔　　（和我）

#一字一句一瞬间　走了火
一天一点一转眼　入了魔
如果你有相同感受
感受到有种突然的冲动
放肆一次走火入魔　　（和我）

A Good Weekend

Finally a breather from the hectic hell week.

It's with these crazy weekdays that I start to appreciate the short weekends I have.

It's the littlest things in life that makes me smile.

My friends introduced me to this place in Changi,

called the Fisherman's Village, which sadly is not the same as before.

However, I enjoyed every minute of it because it was beautiful.

Underneath the starry skies,

I could have my dinner,

enjoy the sea breeze and take in the break-taking night scenery

sip a little of my ice cold beer

share some of our thoughts

feel the warmth of the wavering candle light

laugh away the troubling thoughts of work

smell the salty air

touch the sandy beach with my toes

let go a little.

I love the beach at night because it calms me down,

it lets me forget about my problems,

taking me far away...

It gives me time to stop and take a breather.

Been on numerous car rides, with the stereo just blasting away.

I think music has a great soothing effect on me,

the tunes lull me into relaxing,

the lyrics spin my mind,

and having a smooth car ride just makes the day so much better.

A good weekend that has helped me destressed even though I feel a little ill.

Been working overtime for almost everyday,

and I also brought work home.

This is the epitome of how work never ends.

Nice and lazy Sundays, to cuddle under the blankets,

to refuse to wake up, to switch off the alarms without guilt,

to take a slow leisure walk, to slowly enjoy life...

My favourite quote still remains:

Taking a rest allows us to walk further.

Now, its Sunday and after going for dinner later,

it's back to hitting the work again.

At least, I feel much more well-rested for the next week. =)

I love the whole world...

A Discovery Channel video, very well made.


The world is indeed awesome.

... and my heart stopped for a while...

Drowning...

... in order to be saved...

The songs on my playlist nowadays... too much KTV's influence... =)

只对你有感觉 - Farenheit and Hebe

無解的眼神　心像海底針
光是猜測　　我食慾不振
有點煩人　　又有點迷人


浪漫沒天份　反應夠遲鈍
不夠謹慎　花挑錯顏色
但很矛盾　喜歡你的笨

*微笑　再美　再甜　不是妳的　都不特別
眼淚　再苦　再鹹　有你安慰　又是晴天
靠的　再進　再貼　少了擁抱　就算太遠
全世界只對你［妳］有感覺


玩的　再疯　再野　妳瞪一眼　我就收斂
馬路　再寬　再遠　只要你牽　就很安全
我會　又乖　又黏　溫柔體貼　絕不敷衍
我只對你［妳］有感覺*

體貼卻黏人　愛哭卻溫順
有時天真　有時很邪惡
對你耍很　就是捨不得

請吸收養分　讓腦袋平衡
要你現身　動作慢吞吞
怎麼承認　我非你不可

说你爱我 - S.H.E

下著雨讓濕氣稀釋回憶

我靠著你不出聲音

看著你看著斑駁的甜蜜

愛你困住你也困住我自己

*我那躲也躲不掉的微妙傷口

隱隱作痛

你那戒也戒不掉的甜蜜藉口

也讓我精神腐朽*

#說你愛我 變成一種問候

不如趁早放手 把愛墜落讓滿地鮮紅

說你愛我 變成一種折磨

不用陪我走到最後#

我承擔不起你的承諾

For the mirror

For the biatch =)

Remember, if the world didn't suck...

We'd all fall off!

Hang in there alright?

Everything will straighten itself out. =)

Have faith.

Memorabilia

Happiness is not a station you arrive at but the manner of traveling.

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.

Squeezed dry

A blank slate of paper

Jumbled thoughts, darting around the corners

Pelted on the ground, vaulting into the empyrean

Sprawling across the surfaces

The pen tip almost reaches for them -

The infinite teasing and taunting

The promising glow

The brazen possibilities

all evanesce into thin air

once the tip touches them.

A smudged botch of rumination.

Procrastination

Procrastination - I'll do that tomorrow.

Seeing Stars

After numerous hours of tiresome typing,

my eyes are beginning to tear and

i'm starting to see stars...

Love Song - Sara Bareilles

Head under water

And they tell me to breathe easy for a while

The breathing gets harder,

even I know that

You made room for me but it's too soon to see

If I'm happy in your hands

I'm unusually hard to hold on to

Blank stares at blank pages

No easy way to say this

You mean well, but you make this hard on me

*I'm not gonna write you a love song

'cause you asked for it

'cause you need one, you see

I'm not gonna write you a love song

'cause you tell me it's

Make or breaking this

If you're on your way

I'm not gonna write you to stay

If all you have is leaving

I'm gonna need a better

Reason to write you a love song today

Today*

I learned the hard way

That they all say things you want to hear

And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you and

Your twisted words,

Your help just hurts

You are not what I thought you were

Hello to high and dry

Convinced me to please you

Made me think that I need this too

I'm trying to let you hear me as I am

*I'm not gonna write you a love song

'cause you asked for it

'cause you need one, you see

I'm not gonna write you a love song

'cause you tell me it's

Make or breaking this

If you're on your way

I'm not gonna write you to stay

If all you have is leaving

I'm gonna need a better

Reason to write you a love song today*

#Promise me that you'll leave the light on

To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone

'cause I believe there's a way you can love me

Because I say#

*I won't write you a love song

'cause you asked for it

'cause you need one, you see

I'm not gonna write you a love song

'cause you tell me it's make or breaking this

Is that why you wanted a love song

'cause you asked for it

'cause you need one, you see

I'm not gonna write you a love song

'cause you tell me it's make or breaking this

If you're on your way

I'm not gonna write you to stay

**If your heart is nowhere in it

I don't want it for a minute

Baby, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that

There's a reason to

Write you a love song today

Today**

No food and all work make Izzy a grouch

I'm famished after working through each piece of my master piece of work in the office.

The canteen's closed, the nearest place with food with a human bean is in Tampines Mall.

No wonder I'm looking more and more like the grump above.

A hungry me is a crappy me.

I can't wait to go home...

Growling,

Izzy

Madness begins with a "M"

... and so do Mondays.

Monday madness.
It's 7.07pm and I'm still in office.
Hardly had a time for breather throughout the day,
and even when I went for my occasional break, my work was in my hands.

Technically, I've been in office for almost more than 12 hours...
And from the looks of it, I don't think I can leave any time soon.

This is self-induced Over Time due to overwhelming workload.
I believe, I've never been so hardworking even when I was in school.

In view of how I sometimes even dream about my work, the thin fine line between sanity and insanity seems to be quite blurred.

I think I can start moving into my office soon.
I'll save lots of moo-lah on my transport, food, and most importantly, accomodation.

Perfect.

Daydreams

Made of fluffy cotton candies
Or constructed by metallic steel realities?
The tangential train of thoughts,
Badgering the perennially revolving carousel
Occasionally derailed but
Often hauled back into its place on track –

Towering bells, Perilous labyrinths,
Macabre catacombs, Sublime sceneries
Snow-capped spires, Timeworn ruins,
Artic chilliness, Torrid glow
Sets the imagination in flames
A cascade of roses burgeoning across the fields.

When does a daydream become significant enough

To be considered a real dream?

Dreaming,

Izzy

The Break of the Dawn

Watched The Next Wave at UCC with my uni mates on Saturday
and there were several beautiful pieces of dance performances.

There was one that I particularly liked,

and it was called the Break of the Dawn.

I enjoyed every moment of it,

because it gave me lots of insights.

For many, the break of the dawn means having to deal with the same old routine of work, school and mundane activities.

Yet, the dawn for some people may be an awakening,

the beginning of something really beautiful.

I particularly like dawn, because it symbolizes a brand new day,

everything from yesterday is now transformed into a new beginning.

The raw energy from the arising sun, gives me strength, i believe.

This particular piece, coupled with the awesome mise-en-scene, really caught my attention and I was trying to figure out my own perspective of life throughout the entire performance.

The beauty of dance is such that few words are spoken,
unlike in a play performance,
and every body language -
every turn, every pirouette, every graceful move of the hands,
represent a certain emotion.
And that is why I think that dance performances are much harder to decipher, to understand...
As an audience, one has to focus and let the music take you away and imagine what the choreographer has in mind.
Most importantly, it is to let yourself go, feel the music, hear the passion and flow wherever the piece takes you to.

The beauty of performances is that -
everything can be read from different perspectives.

Just like life where
Everything is subjective...

Teaching

Recently took up a new assignment and this kid is really one of a kind.

He may not be very sharp or fast,
but he makes me feel that teaching him is worthwhile every bit of my time.

Very cheeky, he always makes me laugh
And remember how terrible and troublesome a kid I must have been.

I've always enjoyed teaching kids around 14-19 years old,
probably because they are closer to my age,
and I can share more of my life experiences to them.

I always felt that I could only contribute so much academically,
but lifewise, I believe I can at least share and empathize with how they felt.
And most importantly, I like being able to be someone they can relate to..
And let them know I'm always there.

Passion for handling kids,
it has been there.
And it has been rekindled...

Maybe one day I'll go and pursue this passion.
Maybe one day.
=)

One Step At A Time

If anything my job has taught me,
it would be definitely patience and learning to manage my emotions.

Being bombarded with a heavy workload every day,
work never ends.
It is impossible to finish work when the very next day,
it all piles up again.
So after a while, I learned to take things one step at a time.
Taking it easy, handling it as it comes.
Things don't get so overwhelming this way.

I've always been the kind who needs to talk to others when I have a bad day
Especially when I face a lot of pressure, I need to talk about it.

This job has taught me self-discipline, something which I feel has made me grow in these 2 months.

I stopped talking about all the troubling matters in my life to others
And learned to handle it on my own,
be it talking to myself or in my head.
All in my own stride, and I have been able to handle it much better myself.
And I definitely share less about my life now.

In fact, I think I stopped talking much now.

A bad thing because I start keeping things to myself?
Maybe.
But this is how I've grown for the better. :)

Fingers to the lips

Not a word spoken, yet everything resonates loud and clear.

Not a single scream, yet it pierces through the air.

The silence is indeed deafening.

Anniversary

Dear Pa,

How have you been? I've been staring at the skies, and the stars have been beautiful.
The moon shines, clear and bright tonight.
It's beautiful, just like your love.

Today, I almost forgot it was your chinese anniversary.
Until Mum reminded me.

Time flies, doesn't it?

6 years in the twinkling of an eye.

6 years without your presence,
6 years with your absence.

I just remenbered,
I only held your hands once in your life.

When your face was sunken in,
when your body became boney,
when your time was running out
and when your life was wasting away.

Pa, it's been 6 years since you're gone.

My mind seem to be failing me -
day by day, my memories of you fade away.

Bit by bit, the photographs turn yellow,
they turn at the edges,
until the flame consumes them all
until there's no more.

I'm afraid I'll forget how you'll look like..
But I'm more afraid how I'll remember your pain...

Pa, I love you.

Forever and ever. Always.

Love,
your littlest daughter.

Despondency

This is something I will take home from this business meeting.

If you don't give up, you'll never fail.

Throwing in the towel simply means you are prepared to allow yourself fall to the deepest ends and that you are not even going to fight until the very last breath.

Giving up is a sign of fear, and it shouldn't be ruling our lives.
Perhaps, we really need to fight until the very end, until we exhaust all possible alternatives to work around the problem.

I should embrace this and face the challenges in work bravely. =)

Rubber band

Stretched until it's taut,

Inching every way you can,

In all directions

Until the breaking point -

And then you let go.

And the rubber band lays there lifeless

Devoid of expression

Drained of energy

Denied of life.

The harder you throw, the further it bounces.

I'll remember.

A stress ball a day, keeps izzy the grouch away...

yes, this is exactly what i need now...
and just the thing to have,
with a wide grin plastered all over it...
wish i had one right now...

somehow, only these can keep ur sanity at this point of time..
or so i think...

Talk is cheap

... it indeed is cheap.

And surely, actions speak louder than words..
... do they?
Or are they even easier to stage...

... or perhaps, reading minds is tiring...

Buried

Buried...

And wanting to be buried...

Burnt out...

And wanting a respite...

...such feelings buried alive, never die...

Condemning choices

Here I am, once again, ranting about the curse to have to choose.

Having a choice, sometimes, is a damning task.

Stuck in a rut, at the cross junctions.

... or so as the above poster says,

Let go of the power of choice, or the power of fear.

But how come in the tunnel, the only light i see...

... is that of another coming train?

Love

Do you marry the person you can live with?

Or do you marry the person you can't live without?

The complexities of life and love are often intertwined.

Read www.postsecret.blogspot.com.

White Christmas

Christmas always means a lot to me.

Always like seasonal holidays cos these are times for family and friends to gather, to sit down and catch up, to just lie beside each other and stare in a daze at the sparking Christmas trees.

Maybe too much media influence, maybe it's just too beautiful.

Given a choice, I'd definitely want to spend my Christmas somewhere with winter.

Beautiful Iceland.

I can so imagine how beautiful my year end holidays will be if i ever get an opportunity to visit there...

Pasta mania

I love to eat spaghetti, especially white-wine based seafood fusilli.
I was very spoiled for choices when I went to Italy and tasted lotsa pastas...

Not a keen fan of cabonara, this dish tasted really good.
Simple imgredients and warmed up, this appealed to my palate...
Certainly drove away the week blues and drove the curl of the lips into a smile...

Thanks a lot!

Fast Cars Fancy Women

Thanks to the endless conversations and oglings of cars,
it has ignited this desire for me to own my little machine.

To weather sun and rain... to bear the distance between two ends of Singapore...
to stay with me through my good and bad days...

So far, a few cars have caught my eye and my heart's been stolen ever since...



Nissan March

Looks like a little lady bug, and it's very round, hence aesthetically pleasing to me.

However, it's a little on the high end range, for a poor working woman. and unless i'm blessed with fortune, i doubt i can afford it eventually...

But I'm still entitled to ogle at it, aren't i... =)

Suzuki Swift

Recently I saw like millions of them on the road, and the pearl white colour is inded drool worthy.... Love hatchbacks which are easy for parking and driving... I can go on and on about how I love its look...

I just can't wait to get my hands on a swift... a tad more affordable than March...

Mazda MX5

For this beauty, I can only dream about it.... so stop tempting and instigating me to buy it jian huo!

Reminder
Right in front of me,
As I type furiously away,
Faced with numerous challenges,

This keeps me going.

And as I go around
to my colleagues' boards to draw
I hope this little advice can be a sunflower to them.

Whatever doesn't kill makes us stronger.

This becomes more important in these times of trials.

Every day, my friend, is a brand new challenge.

We Scare, Because We Care

As Adrian Pang told his little baby co-actress in the Chinese TV serial last night,

"Little girl... This world's full of crazy weirdos...

I hope you never grow up..."

I cannot agree more.

If only we all could choose. =)

Heard a really nice duet by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown.

It's now the first song playing on my blog.

No Air

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air?

If I should die before I wake

Because you took my breath away

Losing you is like living in a world without no air, oh

I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave

My heart won't move, it's incomplete

Is there an other way I can make you understand?

(Hook)

But how

Do you expect me, to live alone with just me?

'Cause my world revolves around you

It's so hard for me to breathe

(Chorus)

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air?

Can't live, can't breathe with no air

That's how I feel whenever you ain't there

There's no air, no air

Got me out here in the water so deep

Tell me how you gonna be here without me?

If you ain't here I just can't breathe

There's no air, no air

No air air, No air air

I walked, I ran, I jumped,

I took right off the ground to float to you

There's no gravity to hold me down, for real

But somehow I'm still alive inside

You took my breath but I survived

I don't know how but I don't even care

(Hook)

So how do you expect me to live alone with just me?

'Cause my world revolves around you

It's so hard for me to breathe

(Chorus)

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air?

Can't live, can't breath with no air

That's how I feel whenever ain't there

There's no air, no air

Got me here out in the water so deep

Tell me how you gon' be here without me?

If you ain't here I just can't breathe

There's no air, no air

No air air, No air air

(Chorus)

Breathless

Slightly 2 months into the job,
Yet it feels like it’s been eons.

Here, the mad morning rush doesn’t end on the buses
The jostling and shoving linger in our cages
A nudge in the ribcage, a kick in the shin
Once a seat is taken
The heavy weight of the passenger falls onto you

No time to breathe
Everyone yearns to get out of the bus
The caged bird wants to fly
But she was the one who locked herself in.

I try to pace myself every time the madness kicks in,
Going to my favourite balcony with the breathless view
Perhaps to catch a breather.

There’s no air sometimes.

Frozen at 42 Below

Never been a fan of vodka.

Yet this drink has tugged at my heartstrings.

Pretty smooth down your throat, it has a sweet tangy lingering taste.

They come in 3 flavours - Passion Fruit, Feijioa and Manuka Honey.

Never tried Feijoa yet, but my favourite is still Passion Fruit.

It goes well with almost any mixer, and it has accompanied me through my tiring working nights with my friends.

Thanks Dan.

Fry Days

Fridays are days that leave my brains fried.

Fridays are days that make you feel lethargic
Despite looking forward to weekend’s magic
Fridays are days that leave you nary a care
Until your cases build up and give you a scare.

Fridays are nights that you can catch a movie
For some, a beer or two or even a shopping spree
Fridays are nights that you meet real people
Not like the scoldings that make you feeble.

Fridays are the start to the beginning of fun
Where you don’t have to wake up before the rising of the sun
Fridays are the end to the closing of cases
When you temporarily stop having to think of new phrases.

Yet Fridays mean that Mondays are crawling nearer
Which means you have to hold your weekends dearer
Fridays are the days you rejuvenate
Yet they are days I sometimes hate.

Fridays are days that leave my brains fried.

Arithmetic of Love

Arithmetic of Love

Square root of 3 (as heard in Harold and Kumar 2)

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

-David Feinberg

(Fan)fare

(Fan)fare

Usually when we sit at the canteen table, relishing every bit and morsel of food to replenish our energy spent on our time and braincell-consuming work, we talk about the tremendous amount of fan mails we receive.

Often we mull about the tremendous amount of workload we’re allocated, but lunch time is always the time we let loose and relax a little, chit chatting about interesting (and difficult) cases. There’s nothing a chilling lunch session coupled with frequent jokes can’t solve. At the end of the day, our lunch time friends are our support group, no matter how terrible the day can be. And this, I cannot reiterate more, is so important in this department.

But today, everyone was a little quieter than usual.

Perhaps, it was the impending sense of gloom… or the inability to foresee what was to come in the future… or just the nature of the work that pulled us down, day in and day out.

So, while everyone poked at their food listlessly, he said, ‘Today is already Thursday… And tomorrow’s gonna be Friday! So you people should cheer up!’

She added wittily, ‘That’s so easy for you to say!’ And of course, all of us cracked up and went back to our usual jovial ways, as we chatted on our way back to our desks.

Are our lives going to be this way, always waiting for the weekends to descend upon us? Where we begin our Mondays with blues, trudge on with our Wednesdays in anticipation of the long-awaited weekends and thank the heavens for Fridays?

And Saturdays and Sundays go by, a little too fast, a little too forgettable. While you sit there, with a pint of beer in your hand, trying to unwind a little from the nitty gritty details of thoughts that haunt you through the week, you realize that it’s actually Monday tomorrow.

And the above cycle viciously repeats.

After a while, you do stop looking forward and hoping for the beautiful weekends. You just embrace Mondays with enthusiasm, telling yourself that it’s a brand new start to the week and the past horrible week has ended, period.

And as you step into your little prison, you remind yourself that whatever doesn’t kill makes you stronger. You make your way to the open air corridor, the balcony that overlooks the breathtaking array of models. You don’t know why but you just heave a long sigh, look dreamily out into the horizon and inhale deeply from the thinly rolled paper wedged between your fingers.

And of course, smoke gets in your eyes.