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There is a Chinese proverb, which, when translated into English, says, "Comes with the wind, goes with the wind." There are some things I don't like to talk too much about. If it comes, it comes, and I will treasure it. If it goes, it goes, then so be it. 
For weeks now, I've been complaining how I do not have any spare time for myself and how every moment in time, whether or not I am physically engaged in doing work, my brain is somehow thi …
I Heart You Online by Rocky and Balls Every morning I wake up with lingering dreams of you and my heart is beguile I struggle to think just what else I can do, then log into my favourite online social networking website I want to be in your profile picture I want to be a permanent fixture on your wall You're so beautiful Wish I could be in your profile status Featuring the …
Look into the horizon, the sky is a blazing red, gradually fading away. Yet up above, a white-patterned blue. Clouds so close, almost within reach. A child again, "Are they soft, like cotton candy?" Dream-like... Almost paradise. A phone rings. Awaken.
If my heart was taken away so that all emotions, feelings & self-consciousness were void, then I think I would perform tasks significantly better. Like a robot.
I was randomly reading the Mind Your Body section on The Straits Times today when I spotted a mini score-it-yourself-sc ale on one's extent of being a perfectionist. The average person's score is 40. I scored a whooping ~80. Oh geez. I mean I always knew I was, to a certain extent, a perfectionist, but now I have data to prove it! Alright, I am frankly not sure if that's …
I think I'm blinded by the fantasy of having a perfect love. How wonderful if it can be true. This fantasy in my head is probably why I feel so empty now. Leaving you with Andrew Lloyd Webber's "All I Ask of You".
Singapore is in the midst of its General Election 2011, and a most exciting one at that. It is my virgin vote and it is to be cast in the said "highly-contested" Aljunied GRC. I want to make sure I make an informed choice so I have listened to what the 2 parties here have to say, discussed some issues with the older generation (i.e. my father), the younger generation (i.e. my …
Good songs sung by good singers are drugs. Good songs sung by good-looking males with fantastic voices are aphrodisiacs.
It is 11:07PM on Monday night. After 2 weeks of deliberation, reflection and self-damning, I finally sat down and decided to blog about how I feel. Well, lie down on my stomach and blog, really, because my butt's becoming bigger. That's not the point. The point is that I don't like my job. I don't hate it, I just don't like it.OK, so sometimes I hate it.But sometimes I like …
March 13th saw me playing with the NUS Symphonic Orchestra (NUSSO) in the concert Voyage to the Orient. I started practicing with them near end of January, right through February till the concert yesterday, nearly twice every week. Putting aside travelling time, commitment issues and how I ended up playing with them, I actually enjoyed playing with them very, very much. I …
Oh goodness! I realized I have not updated my blog for at least 2 months! Frankly, I have no idea what to write. It is 12.17am, I have work tomorrow and I don't really feel like sleeping. I don't feel like going to work either. OK, really need to sleep. Good night!
Most of you would probably stare at this and go "EEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" complete with the capital letters and exclamation marks, but it is one of my favourite yaoi pictures: It is so beautiful I get a heartache everytime I look at it, which makes me want to look at it more. Aww, come on now! Admit it's a beautiful picture! This is why my mom says I'm a pervert -_-'''
My job, for me, is like a prison. I sell my soul for the basic necessities. It doesn't seem too bad when you're in there. You work, and in return you get food, shelter and clothes to wear. You have people to talk to. Sometimes you suffer a little. Time passes. Yet when I step out of office, the sense of oppression and dread I hadn't felt when in that place suddenly falls upon …
The new year saw me crossing over while at a bazaar organized by FleaEscape at *SCAPE Art + Market Street with Pearlin, manning a stall, with the worst crowd I've basically ever seen, the worst sales and organizing glitches. At the end of the thing I decided never to go under a bazaar with them again. Sorry, they were nice people but the crowd was nearly non-existent. I was …
A little late, but nevertheless here's wishing all a Happy, Healthy and Fulfilling 2011! Happy New Year! At the beginning of last year (how odd it is to refer to 2010 as "last year"), I made 3 rather huge resolutions: 2010's resolutions: 1) I resolve, again, to not get laid. I reckon it's the one resolution I'm most likely to keep.2) I resolve to play the piano again.3) I …
A friend who has just ended a 5-year relationship asked me a question, "You don't have a boyfriend. Aren't you scared of remaining single all your life?" It was the most honest question I've ever received. Nothing along the lines of "I'm sure you'll find somebody soon," or "When it's the right time, you will find him," or "What if you find somebody only when you're much …
I don't even remember the content of that particular conversation. It was something about performing in a small pub-like setting and something about fine arts. I only remember the colour, the ecstasy, the rush of affection, the sudden sharpness of my friend's words and the images he were painting with them. I was suddenly aware of a single line of words appearing in my mind - …
Had a conversation with my sister. "I'm going out with my boyfriend," I said casually. She looked at me for a moment, tossed her hair and starting laughing. "Don't bluff!" she managed to squeeze out between her laughs. Brutally honest. ____________________ ___________ My mom, sister and I were having dinner at a Japanese restaurant. Between mouthfuls of sushi, I leaned …
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