typing

we are
wide awake
with nothing between us
but two panes of glass and
the vast night sky which
i am led to believe
is immaterial, with
no other purpose than to
send thoughts through space
from there
to here and there to here
and there and back again
but not without those tiny vibrations
that makes stars twinkle
and wrinkles my eyes into
a smile
a mile from where you might
be smiling too.

to the tune of i'm yours

in the works, for upcoming core values event at keppel. job hazard of an amateur songwriter -- people think you can pull songs out of thin air. well, no harm trying :)


well you're done for today but you know you'll never finish
your inbox says it's full but you've got no time to clear it
you fall back on your chair
just trying not to despair
before you know it there's another paper to submit and
you're giving it your best shot but you don't think he'll approve it
you're wishing he would disappear, but it ain't gonna happen...

hope it didn't rain for many days.

so cool la.

before the rain? or after?

sometimes, when i stop blogging temporarily, it's not because i have nothing to write. often it's because the thing(s) i want to write about cannot be written down (usually due to irrational worries on my part, and luckily not very frequent). these few days, there are actually many things i want to blog about but it's just so hard to type those thoughts down because i'm not proficient enough of a writer to be all cryptic and mysterious. when i try to be mysterious, i worry that when i look back at my blog in a few months i'll never be able to decipher it.

but suffice it to say that life is sunny and misty at the same time, which actually creates quite a nice impressionist painting in my head -- the mist and dewdrops reflecting the sun's rays and sending them in all directions... but i can't see my hand until i put it right in front of my face. and i can barely see you, but what's wrong with barely?

it's a beautiful day. surreal and confusing and subtle and beautiful.

yesterday was a first! recorded my first REAL duet (real duet meaning a duet with someone else other than myself) and it was fun! and VERY DIFFICULT. i hope that it's not because of our collective lack of talent but that it's just intrinsically difficult to write and perform duets. ...right?

doubt it though.

"i love you, man" was a cool movie! though it did get me rather paranoid about whether i can actually find a best man for my future wedding. ugh!

single pore

i love watching movies. i've known people who passionately oppose the idea of movies because of their negative associations with sex and violence and sin and blah blah blah but sometimes, i believe 1 rotten apple doesn't spoil the whole barrel. heck, even many rotten apples.

on the plane back home, i probably watched like 20 movies, of which the most impactful was "departures", the japanese film about an excoffineer (that's what they called in in the blurb... someone who prepares bodies for burial/cremation) that i had put off watching for a long long time because S said it was really heartrending. i hate it when people tell me that. cos it makes me afraid to watch! anyhow, i watched every other movie i could before i finally had the guts to take on this one, and boy was it a beautiful film. and boy am i a movie crybaby. thanks S for all the wonderful things you introduce me to :)

and i have come to realize that on long haul flights i always end up thinking of people. sometimes it makes me happy, sometimes it makes me sad. and every single time, i discover again how wonderful it is to be human.

bars a lone nurse

wish i had some sort of recording device so i could make better use of the 6h train ride by thinking of another song. instead, i watched a rather miserable quantum of solace and played 3-hand poker with the sisters. the ham and cheese sandwich on the train was good tho. soft and toasty! and now i´m back in barca with 1 touristy day left before SQ movies!

why didn't i click this sooner?

definitely saw this somewhere before and decided from the screencap that it wasn't worth the left click.

wow...

be your bayou

finally, after years of feeling incomplete as an architectural student, i finally stepped foot into dear frankie's guggenheim museum in bilbao. my my, what a treat! one times architecture porn. loved the way the metal skin twisted and warped and glinted and shimmered in the summer sun... teaching us to stop and give a second look to that scrunched up aluminium foil next time before we throw it away. really, any piece of shit in this world can look beautiful if we look at it long enough, as long as we're willing to imagine that it's really really gorgeous.

didn't think much about the insides though. somehow the interior didn't strike me with the same sense of awe as the grand gestures on the outside, perhaps cos it's all cut up into little gallery spaces... somehow i didn't feel like i was standing inside this fantastic sculpture, which i had come to expect after witnessing those impossible forms outside. in some ways, i think the MoMA or even our humble johnson museum in ithaca can rival this one.

oh, one thing that left a great impression: the heaps of young lovers rolling around on the grass everywhere we looked. why don't we have that back home? what happened to Romancing Singapore?

random acts live!

check out these really cool random acts... wish i was as talented!

saints are bathin´

trooped off to the beach today with a singular aim: to make my sand monster. managed to get yy to buy in to the effort and in no time, my monster was bornded!! well, it wasn´t much of a monster to tell the truth (just a lil sea turtle) but the family was duly impressed and so was i! pics will come once i return kicking and screaming back to singapore.

after a few minutes of silent admiration, we left our turtle sea monster to the mercy of the sun(bathers), sand and sea (and rain) and went on a family hike up to the top of a rather formidable hill. braving the rain and achy feet, we conquered the mountain and were rewarded with splendid views and even achier feet. and now i´m back in the safety of our awesome hotel and feeling absolutely peachy that i have free internet.

happi!

rewind

went to the airport with not ONE, but TWO expired passports.... was let through by not ONE, but TWO immigration officers before someone got us. really makes me confident about changi airport! anyway so me and sis jas ended up waiting at the boarding gates while parents and yy doubletimed back to the house to grab the correct passports. by the time they made it back (2 minutes after the gates were supposed to close) we were convulsing on the floor in terror, lying in puddles of pee and laosai. good thing the dude who didn´t check the passports properly felt bad about it and made sure the parents could get in. if not, well, me and sis would have had 5 pieces of luggage to collect in spain.

once in a while, life doles out little packets of excitement just to remind us that we´re alive :)

sends a beast in

walking slowly
words are failing me
but it´s only morning
and i´ve got the whole day
to sing your story
that we´ve lived so long before
once, twice, how many
times a day must we taste
the bitter for the sweet
to go away?

bust a loner

windmills on a hill
dancing matchboxes
painted people watching
parent-smuggling
poke her, again and again and again
are we all in love? or are we just human?

i'm 30! argh!

lesson learnt: next time it's my bday, remember to let the boss know early in the morning. though i'm thinking that it probably wouldn't have helped much even if i did that today....

anyway, thanks to my wonderful colleagues for their lame attempt at luring me out of my meeting with boss! it's just bad luck that today isn't one of those days where everything goes as planned. but nevertheless, nice try guys!

i wanna finish recording my song! but everyday sore throat! and i'll be going for ktv in 5 min, meaning no more recording tonight :(

i miss you. you don't know.

i always wonder about fortune tellers... if i could read your future and i know you're going to meet with a fatal accident when you are 35, would i tell you? or would it be better for both parties if i just said you were going to live till 90 and have a wonderful spouse and family and pocket the 10 dollar time charge?

midnight oil

it takes a really traumatic all-nighter in the office to make you realize that your life has been a little too smooth sailing.

didn't think the good fortune was going to last, and guess what, it didn't! of course, at least my boss thinks i worked really really hard and hopefully he'll approve my leave... which i very cleverly waited till today to submit. haha!

and now i can't sleep.

marathon

watched 4 movies in 3 days...

1. grave of the fireflies (beautiful)
2. crash (for the 4th time) (gutwrenching)
3. terminator salvation (heartstopping, non-stop action-packed awesomeness. i just read the dismal reviews at rottentomatoes and i dun care! i like!)
4. monsters vs aliens (lame. LAME!!!)

...and spent my weekend with practically the same people.

:D