When all's said and done

The question is...

Somewhere... but where?

Listening and Hearing

Sometimes, I really think there is a difference between being heard and being listened to.

Everyone can hear -
But not everyone listens.

Just like in my current line of work, not everyone is suitable for this job because not everyone listens.
We all think we can understand, but do we really?

And here comes a super difficult trying time for me,
faced with choices, choices and more choices -
or maybe the truth is, the lack of choices -
I know as much as I can be there for my friends,
I need a listening ear now.

Someone who bothers to sit down with me,
listens to my multi perspectives (and grumbles)
and understands where I'm coming from and why I'm stuck in a rut,
and most importantly, offers advice but only after understanding the complete picture.

And yes, thank you my best friend for having done that for me.

I am really thankful I have you.

The French Stall

With a sudden craving for french food today, and as a post V day celebration / chill out session, we proceeded to the French Stall at 544 Serangoon Road.

It was my 2nd time there since 2007 and it's been a long time since I tasted French food.

Nostalgic, yes, as I missed the cheesy chunky warm onion soup I had in the cold winters of France.

Yum yum, it still makes me smile when I think of the onion soup at Wepler, Paris.

Anyway, we ordered 2 set meals, inclusive of appetisers, main course and desserts.

I opened the menu and realised my command of French has gone down the drain...

While I do try to speak as much French as possible, it's in bits and pieces and sometimes I'm appalled when I try to express myself and it no longer comes so easily anymore.

Sigh.

So we went to have different appetisers since he hasn't tried French food before...

Onion Soup

It's still a disappointment, because the cheese is too little, the soup is a little bland.. and the bread is soggy.

Having said that, I'm judging it based on the hopefully authentic onion soup in Paris and while I ain't any expert on French food, it personally doesn't tickle my palate. But then, in Singapore and with its humid weather, I guess it is really hard to please all the customers' taste... You can't please everyone.

Chicken Liver

I think eating the livers of geese, chickens... is an acquired taste.. It does take some courage to taste strange eating / smelling gooey stuff... But ever since I tasted the fois gras years ago, I decided to give this another try...

It was nice and even though he didnt enjoy it as much and with the emphasis that the liver is fattening and gives high cholestrol, I enjoyed it all the same =)

These were our main courses - the first being the chicken leg and followed by the pork chop. I personally found the chicken quite tasty and the pork chop, while being a little tough, it was quite delicious. =) And he fell in love with the orgasmic baked potato that came along with my pork chop.

It was prepared with slices of potato, with a dash of cheese in between, and baked to perfection. Parfait, even though I don't like potatos. =)

Dessert came and mine was home made tiramisu. It was rich, and moist - very tantalizing.

And he fell in love (again) with the honey cheese cake, which I reckon is a treat for cheese lovers.

While it wasn't fabulous fare, it was a very beautiful night. =)

An article I found on msn.com, which is very inspiring. It is a collection of "Is This What Romance Looks Like?", and I leave here one of the stories, as food for thought.

What is love, really?

Sickness and Health


"Is that your husband?" The ER nurse is pointing to you, the fever-spiked lump who is snoring softly and muttering beside me. We've been here for hours, and for hours I've returned my lips over and over to your scalding forehead, as if to cool it, or, perhaps, to comfort myself. In just a little while longer, we'll find out that what you have is a severe case of strep, and you will swallow the prescribed pills, and I will finally put my lips to your quietly sleeping forehead and feel a welcome coolness.

But for now the nurse's face is creased with compassion and weariness — she is waiting — and it's not really the right time to tell her about your gentle strength: the way you rocked our baby in the sling for hours on end while you graded papers, rocked another baby three years later while you did your anatomy homework, babies peacefully asleep across your broad chest for what feels like my entire adult life. It's not the right time to explain what a funny contradiction you are, a hockey-playing massage therapist, or how just last week you lay your hands on a friend's father while he lay dying in hospice.

She wouldn't understand how funny it is that you gave me bedtime coupons — promising to turn in early on the nights I redeem them — because you're a night owl and I miss you in bed, or how it feels when I come down in the morning to a toasty kitchen because you've already lit a fire in our wood stove. She doesn't know that I'm strangely euphoric, sitting here thinking about how lucky I am to have so much to lose — my rock, my mystery, the love of my life — that I'm sitting here thinking in sickness and in health. I will, I think. I do. But all I can say is yes. "Yes. That's my husband."

- Catherine Newman is the author of Waiting for Birdy.

Valentine's Day

And it is the time of the year where couples show their affection/love/wealth in a display...
However, this year it feels a little downplayed and cold...
Could be due to the recession...
Or maybe I'm getting too old for all this hype.

I remembered I penned an entry on Valentine's Day a year ago...
On how I think V Day is a horror day for men (and women, sometimes)
And it continues to amuse me, how our perspectives change within a span of the year.

To be clear, I was grousing about how men should make an effort for Valentine's Day (no matter how commercialized it was..)
This year, I took a step back and thought it through.

I still think efforts matter, no doubt. Even more than ever.

But I think it's also who you spend it with, that determine the importance of marking this date and making an effort.

A tiring day from work on a Saturday, coupled with a shot of indecision and two pints of market woes... is quickly made better with someone who makes an effort to listen, be there, present sincere displays of patience and understanding, seeks to understand your preferred food/flowers/art, is sensitive to your feelings and apologizes for lapses (i can't believe im using a work jargon...) and importantly, despite being absolutely tired.

That being said, I guess effort really really does count, despite in gloomy times.

Happy times don't last forever, but effort made is seen and recognized and appreciated very much.

My friends, Happy Valentine's Day.
I hope that all of you are spending quality time with your loved ones (family, friends, partners).
=)


And I still stand by this theory:


And maybe next year my entry will be a shift in perspective again. =)

Liminal

Should I Stay - Dreamz Fm

Had a drive
Driven by your love
But when you messed around
I lost the drive I found

Thought you needed
Needed someone true
But you changed your mind
Or had I failed you?

Wish you would been
Careful with my heart
But you tore it apart
And broke an angel´s heart

The kiss was true
Has to end somehow
But I´m livin´ proof of what love´s about

*Chorus

It is hard holding you
Loving you, losing you
It is sad to be true
And be fooled by you
I do not know (I do not know)
I´ve got to know
Should I stay or should I go?

You played me on
Played me like a clown
But I feel for you
Even though I am down

My heart´s heavy
Heavy like a rock
But I´m so amused
You are still in my thoughts

*Chorus

It is hard holding you
Loving you, losing you
It is sad to be true
And be fooled by you
I do not know (I do not know)
I´ve got to know
Should I stay or should I go?

This time its done
It will never feel the same
But we had some good times
Guess it is sad just the same

I guess the truth
Doesn´t matter somehow
But you were livin´ proof of what love´s about…

An overturned grin

Had an absolute rubbish day today... Was on the verge of tears...
I promised myself I'd stay in control... And that I'd stay resilient against all odds...

But sometimes the safety net breaks... and all hell breaks loose...

And as I braved myself for what's coming ahead...
I wonder if I'm holding on to prove myself wrong...
... or if i even have anything to stay for...

It brings me back to square one... where daunting choices overwhelm me...

I hate to choose... don't make me choose...
Taureans love their comfort zones...
And absolutely abhor changes...
or so I believe.

The light at the end of the tunnel, is that of an oncoming train?

Highly possibly, since I can't see anyway out...
I need a breather but ironically I can't...

Nasty days... they seem to outlast me..
And my solace is listening to music...
Inspiring ones, at least like the one below..





These Days - Jennifer Paige / Bardot

Some days
I couldnt get up
Couldnt get down
Im bored of everything

Somehow a little black cloud would rain over me
Someone was making me mad
Good turned bad
And Id lose everything
To get you back
Just to get you back but...

*Chorus

These days
The worlds alright
The sun shines bright
Im kicking out the dreams
These days
I dont think twice
I walk on ice
Im positively somewhere

These days go on
Long after youve gone
These days go on
Long after youve gone
These days go on and on...

Im out of the fire and into the swimming pool
Sometimes Id drown my tears
But the same old fears come back

Someones been making me ill
I bet youre still
A 2,3,4 letter word
Yes, you heard
The pretty little birds fly home, cause...

*Chorus
These days
The sun kicks in
The good guys win
Im illegal in the back seat
These days
Im safe and sound
Not dragged down
You wanna know the reason?

These days go on
Long after youve gone
These days go on
Long after youve gone
These days go on and on...

**
Thank you for not being here
I feel better when youre not
Sleeping in my head
Tossing and turning
And messing up the sheets
The love we made was incomplete

Like the shoes on your feet
Same stuff Ive heard before
That philosophy starting to bore me now
Now you wont have to smile and ignore me

*Chorus
These days
The karmas right
The sun shines bright
Im kicking out the bad dreams
These days
I dont think twice
I walk on light
Im positively somewhere

A Carebear A Day, Keeps The Gloom Away

At least that's what I want to believe.
While it can be pretty dreary and high stressing in the office,
we all have our little ways to cheer up our own workstations.

Especially for someone like me, who's exceptionally "organized",
i have my care bears to brighten up my space.
Especially when I have a huge Night time bear sitting opposite me,
always ready for a cuddle when I'm feeling down.

And that's why my colleague said I looked like I was a little kid in a kindergarten,
hugging my huge care bear and typing away.

To each his own, I guess. =)

Twinkling of an eye

It's amazing how time flies. It's been almost 8 months since I commenced work and before you know it, it's going to be one year. As usual, work's hectic and always mad. Hardly any time for breather, and by the time work ends, I take a little rest and it's time to sleep and prepare for another day of stress... This job is certainly making me have a shorter life, with the pressure and deadlines... And it has made me abhor writing. Seriously.

24 this year, and I set myself several goals that I have to meet - just like when I was 21.

Sometimes I really wonder...24 and what have I achieved?

I guess it's an answer I'll get when it gets to December... End of year and the time for self-reflection...

Meanwhile, it's back to the usual mundane grind of life, biting my lips and holding on to work... And I still have my contemplations amidst the stability...

I seem to have lost energy for things I enjoy doing... The pressure of work is turning me into a words-churning machine... Need a space for creativity and imagination...

Time to take a breather before I burn out.

Together

That day, I was just thinking...
Some people stay together, some just don't...

And why so?

It got me puzzled a little while...

Sometimes, as an outsider,
it's like looking down at a maze
where you see a lost soul trapped in the neverending walls
searching for an exit but never finding it

While we can point out the exit from where we stand
since we are able to see things much clearer,
when the soul is trapped,
the soul is damned and condemned to wonder...

...unless the soul desires to break out of the fetters...

leaves me wondering still...

I hate this part - PCD

We're driving slow
Through the snow
On fifth avenue
And right now radio's
All that we can hear

Now we ain't talked since we left
It's so overdue
It's cold outside
But between us its worse in here

The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know this is the part
Where the end starts

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through my fingers

I don't want to try now
All that's lefts goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take your tears
I hate this part right here

Everyday seven takes of the same old scene
Seems we're bound by the laws of the same routine
Gotta talk to you now fore we go to sleep
But will we sleep once I tell you what's hurting me

The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know (i know) this is (this is) the part where the end starts

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through my fingers

I don't want to try now
All that's lefts goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take your tears
I hate this part right here

I know you'll ask me to hold on
And carry on like nothings wrong
But there is no more time for lies
Cause I see sunset in your eyes

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through our fingers

I don't want to try now
All that's lefts goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

But I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I hate this part

I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I gotta do it

Oh
I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take these tears
I hate this part right here

Psychedelic

Ecstatic when I take a whiff of your aroma
Delirious when the thin roll is wedged between our fingers
Delighted with a promising night of endless liquors

Sunken when your tears roll
Unsettled when your mind maps up its branches
Keeled over when you change your mind

With the ups come along the downs
The wall carefreely splashed with myriads of colours
Yes, someone overspilled the palette
And it's you -

I'm colourblind -
I can't tell between the hues of blue
Neither the tones of purple
Nor the tints of green
And smudged together,
they casually create the perfect piece of art.

Terminal Velocity

There are some days I really do love my job,
And today it is one of them.

The most interesting aspect of this job is to whizz past the milling crowd of travellers on a travellator, sensing their excitement (and fatigue at times) and recounting in my head the destinations they are travelling to..

Awaiting fervently as they stream in from their destinations, many happy to meet their loved ones...
Counting anxiously as the time is running out and the need to locate the forgetful traveller becomes increasing pressing....
Observing carefully as an imagined traveller and stepping into the shoes of them...

Travel does wonders for the soul.
I wish I was the one leaving on a jetplane though.

I remember my last flight from Paris to Newcastle in 2006 where I was stuck in Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport due flight delay and it was reaching the end of my exchange days in Europe..
I was finishing my 3rd year of university and was wondering what to do with my life...

Then I was looking around and found several globetrotters, on their PDAs, laptops, working furiously as the plane was further delayed...
And I told myself I would definitely have a job that requires me to travel around a fair bit... and work even when I am travelling in the airport...

It appears I am relatively close to my dream... In a certain funny way...
Life brings you in a large circle, here I am...

Nevertheless, I certainly hope one day I would be closer to this dream of mine.

说好的幸福呢

你的绘画凌乱着 在这个时刻

我想起喷泉旁的白鸽 甜蜜散落了

情绪莫名的拉扯 我还爱你呢

伴你断断续续唱着歌 假作没事了

时间过了 走了 爱情面临选择
你冷了 倦了 我哭了

一开始都不快乐 你用卡片手写着

有些爱只给到这 真的痛了

怎么了 你累了 说好的 幸福呢

我懂了 不说了 爱淡了 梦远了
开心与不开心一一细数着 你再不舍

那些爱过的感觉都太深刻 我都还记得

你不等了 说好的 幸福呢

我错了 泪干了 放手了 后悔了
只是回忆的音乐盒还旋转着 要怎么停呢

L'enseignement à distance

Avec la proximité, rien est appris

Rien va changer, rien va améliorer

Tu pense que tu sais, mais je crois pas

Avec ta douceur, ta douleur a révélé

Avec tes rires, la mort de ton amour te faisait pleurer

Avec tes mots, j'ai découvert tes petits mensonges pieux

Avec toi, ton âme est morte.


Tu es perdu, tu es cassé -

Tes yeux ne veulent pas voir

Ton coeur ne peut pas sentir

Ta lèvre ne veut pas sourire.

Ton âme sœur, je suis pas.

Quel que soit le prix, je suis ici pour toi.


Je veux rien,

Je veux seulement que tu cicatrises

Je veux seulement que tu puisses tomber dans l'amour dans le futur

Je veux seulement que tu puisses être aimé

Seulement parce que tu es précieux.


C'est tout, c'est simple, non?

An Eulogy to the Number Game

One hundred and fifty-five, their fingers say
Wilting flowers on the grave where the cadavers lay
Her impaled visage, their nails will flay
The petite metallic musical box continues to play.

Twenty weeks into the game,
It all remains the same.
They burst into flames,
Or so she thought was the aim.

Five times the charm, she prays
Against the lifeless worn-out frays
Enumerating each trudging day
Eventually thrown into disarray

Countless floating apparitions
7 takes of a different rendition
A bitter taste of the blazing concoction
Irrepressible consternation obscured by capricious circumlocution

The sarcophagus devours the flesh inside
Specks of the sanguine fluid - proof of what lived before
The coffin lid perceptibly shut tight, without a gleam of sunlight
Time to allow the corpses to rest in peace before night falls

And the number game has to end some day.

A little well-deserved holiday

Finally, after my last trip to Europe in May,
it's been six months since I am going away from Singapore.

Promised myself a little get-away, and it has finally arrived,
though very last-minute.
It was hell trying to clear my work, and i'm constantly worried about my backlogs.

I made it through these five months of work and it was no easy feat,
nursing a leg wound, trying to bridge the school-work transition,
and with the millions thoughts mounting in my head :)

A reward for me, and an early birthday prezzie for my darling mum.
She's turning 59, and means the world to me.

And since I've combed Europe,
it's time for me to bring her to Taipei, where she's never been to
and let her relax (finally, after the littlest baby monster has graduated from NUS).

Truth be told, I've never researched on an entire city/country that I backpack to alone
because I suck at directions.
(And I mean it - I walk towards Taka when I am looking for Cine)
and because I am reliant on directions given and I am pretty much too protected and sheltered by people who travel with me.

As there is a first for everything, this shall be the first =)

And as I had planned for this trip since July,
I shall take a breather and sort my life out.
Sort 'em in the respective drawers and bins.

And learn to live all over again.

"We never felt the presence, but now we feel the absence."

Yet another restless Friday night,
time spent together around a green table,
with fidgety legs and darting eyes,
roaming fingers and with the bated breath of anticipation
all to look for the very one, to complete the set.

Sounds very much like love, to me.

Sometimes, when you are close to winning and you are just anticipating, awaiting one tile,
and you glance at the table and realise that two tiles of the same particular colour and design are strewn there,
do you keep waiting for that tentatively "dead" tile or move on and pick a new tile which you have higher possibilities of waiting for?

Is waiting at an almost sure dead end a sign of tenacity or pure stubbornness?

That, I don't know. For many do get lucky and wait for what they want. But what about those that don't?

And for those who have fantastic tiles, is it wrong for them to try and win a higher set? Or is it simple greed that blinds them and ties them to an endless chase for a higher set, when they can simple win earlier albeit with a smaller set?

So what is life really about? Is it about perserverance? Or is it about being able to see the big picture and knowing on hindsight that the very one tile you were waiting for was hidden at the last stack of tiles, which you will never get?

My friend, if you are reading this, I hope you understand what I mean. I don't wish to see you get hurt again.

x x x x x x x x

On another note (typing this reminds me of my professional hazards...), it was really nice meeting up and playing 3 rounds of mahjong until the wee hours at 4am... we started at 9pm...
By the end of the 2nd round, I was half dead, and my brain went on auto mode...

But it was nice, cos in the end, both of us accumulated an earning of $120... and while this is like not a huge amount, it is an accumulative effort to do damage control... because the bets are high and sometimes, losing is inevitable.... so it's about knowing when to cut your losses....

Sometimes, I think working makes me think too much for my own good..

Facades

Clearing skies, a mere facade.
Just when she thought the skies were clearing,
after bouts of thunder and bolts of lightning flashing by,
Apparently she was wrong.

Just when she wished to wait for the magnificent rainbow
At the end of the rainy days
Something she became less and less certain of being able to see
Afterall, the rain didn't seem to want to cease.

But the skies were just,
Just about to clear...

Just when she thought
Just when she felt
Just when she believed...

Someone up there must be laughing at her.
Having a huge chuckle indeed.

Hit by the petite bug and

Leaving on a jet plane

On days when all things go awry...

Clueless

Yes, this is how bad my parking is. Goodness.

And this was done after several struggling turns.

Well at least it was my favourite Swift. =)

Before (drawn by me)
Due to a terrible day... I felt like a grump...

After (drawn by him)

"Phew! Luckily got ah bui's help.
My hands to wipe away your tears whilst
ah bui's hands to pull up each side of your lips to make you smile..
How's that?"

The little things in life that make you burst out laughing...

Therapeutic effect of drawing

Thanks for making me smile with this drawing of yours. =)

While it looks slightly rounder than how I'd normally draw Ah Bui,
it looks great nonetheless....

Merci beaucoup! =)

On tiptoes

Toes pointed to the ground,
a graceful move to the left,
her fingers follow her swift movement
as her dainty steps leave the audience dazzled.

x x x x x x x


Back to my dancing days,
which always give me strength and determination to pull through everything.

我不配 - Jay Chou

這街上太擁擠

太多人有秘密

玻璃上有霧氣

在被隱藏起過去

妳臉上的情緒

在還原那場雨

這巷弄太過彎曲

走不回故事裡

這日子不再錄

又斑駁了幾句

剩下搬空回憶的

我在大房子裡

電影院的座椅

隔遙遠的距離

感情沒有對手戲

妳跟自己下棋

*還來不及仔仔細細寫下妳的關於

描述我如何愛妳

妳卻微笑的離我而去

**這感覺已經不對

我努力在俛回

一些些應該體貼的感覺我沒給

妳嘟嘴許的願望很卑微在妥協

是我忽略妳不過要人陪

Oh 這感覺已經不對

我最後才了解

一頁頁不忍翻閱的情結妳好累

妳莫背為我掉過幾次淚多憔悴

而我心碎妳受罪 妳的美

我不配**

My Way - 张敬轩

一直在酝酿

一直在盼望

爸爸和妈妈

唯一的理想

二月第一天

一九八一年

我第一次对他们眨了眨眼

等待快点过去多少个明天

希望这个宝贝快快长大一点一点

身体要健康所有的事情都如所愿

baby长大以后就是小轩

*I will find my way

I want a different way

I'll change the wind and rain

There'll be a brand new day

小时候受伤有人心痛失落有人安慰

现在遇到困难自己就要学会面对

I will find my way

I want a different way

Nothing will stop me now

No matter what they say

困难要用我的坚强和努力勇敢面对

现在用心去追感觉就对

I'll find my way

I will find my way

I find my way

一直就这样

找我的方向

不理会别人

奇怪的眼光

直到有一天

我忽然发现

梦想已经在实现

等待快点过去多少个明天

看着自己已经慢慢长大一点一点

我的生活应该让我自己学会掌握

想信自己

不怕风雨再多

Sad-a-day (Saturday)

It's a bright and lazy Saturday afternoon,
and I'm the only one typing away in my office
while most people are sleeping, shopping or chatting away.

While this is my first Saturday spent working in office and I doubt it will be the last,
I pretty much enjoy being left alone with the huge office to myself and
doing my work slowly and independently.
It's quite a different feeling, and even my work doesn't look so scary anymore.

At the end of a day,
it's a matter of perspective. =)
Saturdays with work don't have to be 'Sad-a-days'...

Most importantly, it is to love what you are doing,
because it takes the difficulties out of your work.

Back to work, until I take a breather later.

Palette of colours

Someone overturned the palette again,
and the different hues splashed all over
like a piece of fine art
All intermixed without thought
but all pieced as one.

My painter must have been trying to remind me
how beautiful life can be =)

Only against a dark background,
do vibrant colours stand out.
Only upon having gone through struggles and throes
do people truly live.

Having a life is certainly different from living a life.

Read something meaningful today:

Life is short,

Break the rules,

Forgive quickly,

Love truly,

Laugh uncontrollably,

And never regret anything that made you smile.

I hope I get to see these azure skies everyday. =)

Found this poem and nice picture to go along with it...

Cuore Pesante

Pressed and sunken
Every trudge leaves a trace of consanguinity
Implacably dragged across
Grainy dunes
Every eschar burnt by grit.

Dredged tirelessly from hell.

I fantasmi appaiono di notte.

Cuore Pesante.

-Anonymous

Running

This morning, I dragged my lazy butt out of my bed and forced myself to wake up with the big beautiful sun shining, casting light into my room.

Because I decided to go running on a lovely Sunday morning.

My mum was pretty surprised cos she knows I only start running when it's a new phase of my life. But I'm sure she's glad I'm doing something positive and waking up early. I think my body has gotten used to waking up at unearthly hours on weekends.

And I woke up in cold sweat last night at 4.55am as I had a nightmare that sent me sitting up and looking around the room.

While I wasn't like running 3 or 4 km, I was making small baby footsteps!

of course, this time,
I ran towards the sun, because I always want to run towards the sunlight. =)

Had a fantastic time catching up with my friends during the weekend, catching up on old times and sipping coffee and updating each other on our lives.
And of course, memories of how simple uni life was then... orientation camps... celebrating each others' birthdays and random chalets...guitar and jazz dance classes on weekdays and weekends, coffee sessions at fong seng, munchy monkey pasta and ice cream...
what beautiful memories...

and at the end of the day, its being able to chat with these friends despite not catching up for so long that makes the friendships precious... =)
thank you all my dearest friends =) to each and everyone of you...

Boracay Island

Breathtaking view, isn't it? Looks like a great way to spend the holidays, on the beach, suntanning (though honestly, i doubt i need any more...), sipping a cold beer.. chilling out and forgetting about... work!


And let the tranquility clear waters take you away... =)
Just the thought makes me smile!
Now, its time to save up my vitamin M and make this a reality...

Crush - David Archuleta

I hung up the phone tonight,

Something happened for the first time,

Deep inside it was a rush, what a rush,

Cause the possibility that

You would ever feel the same away about me,

It’s just too much, just too much

*Why do I keep running from the truth,

All I ever think about is you

You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized,

And I just got to know

#Do you ever think, when you’re all alone,

All that we can be, where this thing can go,

Am I crazy or falling in love,

Is it real or just another crush

Do you catch a breath, when I look at you,

Are you holding back, like the way I do,

Cause I’m tryin’, tryin’ to walk away

But I know this crush aint’ goin’ away,

goin’ away#

Has it ever crossed your mind when we’re hangin’,

Spending time girl,

Are we just friends, is there more, is there more,

See it’s a chance we’ve gotta take,

Cause I believe that we can make this into

Something that will last,

Last forever, forever

#Do you ever think, when you’re all alone,
All that we can be, where this thing can go,
Am I crazy or falling in love,
Is it real or just another crush

Do you catch a breath, when I look at you,
Are you holding back, like the way I do,
Cause I’m tryin’, tryin’ to walk away
But I know this crush aint’ goin’ away,
goin’ away#

Bottoms Up

Chilled out at IndoChine @Wisma yesterday after work with Shiang...
Had a few glasses to unwind, coupled with rusty jokes and hilarious jabs at each other...

Quote of the night:
"this guy friend of mine... is a guy..."
how enlightening... haha...

But you really get different perspectives talking to different people...
And having worked for a couple of months, people do change, I guess.
The conversation topics seem to slide away from mugging in NUS to work, money, love etc...
At least 40 more years of working? Sad but true.

But the chill out session was good... lets have more of such sessions k! =)

The petals slowly unfold

presenting a whole new world

The blooming of the rose

A scent that tingles the nose. =)

It never pours but rains here

This is like home, where the soft cushions are comfortable and the people there are familiar and warm.

'Rain boasts a mod bar counter, 8 individual "living room seatings",

2 private rooms and a pool table for that personal choice in karaoke enjoyment.

Each couch and sofa setting in the main hall seats up to 8 persons comfortably and

the see-through drapes afford the illusion of privacy for those embarrassed to sing and

face a crowd. Each table has its own flat touch screen karaoke system where patrons

may select their songs and songs are allocated in a round robin manner with two songs

per table per round. When it comes to your table's turn, the waitresses will speedily

pass you the microphones from the previous table.

If you are a lone crooner, the bar counter offers a wonderful place to hang out, sing and drink. '

Dark portentous skies, strewn with thunderous clouds
Ferociously threatening to break under the burden of the weight
Inclement weather, tempestuous storms brewing
Uncontainable and unrestrained,
Gushing out were those pearls I dreamt about.

Maybe at the end of the day, these will just be fluffy stuff drifting by.

Soaked
in the blissful blessing of showers
In the twinkling of an eye
The glistening pearls cascading upon on us
Sprinkling
Of a tap left unturned
Sparkled
Under the light cast by the street lamps
Darkness, when souls rest
Yet so incandescent when spirits play

The carousel spins, twirls, revolves
While the little apparition perches herself on the pavement
and stares with her chin on her palms

The twirls the dancer makes as
she throws herself backwards
The tap of her dainty pretty feet
Smoothing out the syncopation

Until the apparition lifts herself to her feet and lands quite promptly on the ground and pretends a little pousette and tips her toes and does a swift pirouette –
all in a swift minute.

And with a thud,
She lays on the tarmac
Flat out.

It is a trick of the mind.
The eyes do not see
The ears do not hear
The skin does not feel.

When does the rain cease?

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.

=)