Night out with the girls and guys never fails. Dbl O did her thing for us and it was marvellous that we all had a spanking good time without anyone getting wasted. The guy on the podium nearly screamed my ears off despite the blasting music.
Full attendance, almost. We fare better not putting in so much effort planning for a night out.
Sex on the beach is tantalizing.
I feel like packing my bags, to somewhere, foreign and intimidating. Maybe I should consider the free ticket to New York seriously.
Then again, better not.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Incarnadine glow in the musty darkness
A news I won't put off as shocking, despite the unfamiliarity yet familiarity of the involved, clouded our discussion topics barely hours ago. None to be spoken of here, those who know, would know, those who don't, perhaps, would soon hear of it, judging from the speed of news travelling. At least for now, it doesn't involve me, in case it arouses the curiosity of any, I'm speaking from a third party point of view.
That aside, the JJG has always talked about organising a get-together, a proper one, where everyone would attend. As always, nothing concrete surfaced, somehow, our schedules always clashed, one way or another. This time round, with Terence heading down under for pilot training, it HAS to surface this time round.
Wear our uniforms for a "back to the past" experience?
Do a as always barbeque session at our usual place?
6 years since we graduated, and we still miss our Mano days. An episode touched too much upon, yet impossible to repeat, buried deep and reminisced often.
Laughters so genuine, time so treasured, whispers of naiveness, glows of youthfulness surrounds us from day to day.
Recalling what David said that day, "when you're 16, you can't wait to be 18, when you're 18, you can't wait to be 21, when you're 21, time flies like never before, and all you want, is to return to the time you were 16."
Swiss Cottage Secondary School.
A place we learnt, laughed and cried. A place where developed people I place high regards in. Despite a neighbourhood school some scorned upon, it shown amongst the murky waters.
A sudden jerk of reminder of the coming Chinese New Year, no stressful boyfriend's family visit this time, just a whole lot of gatherings, spelling fun, peace and not forgetting, a whole lot of laughter.
This break is probably a call for rest, to slow down and sniff the flowers a little, grow a little garden and breathe the air, of course, swing the swings and engulf my mind in literature and music.
If truth be told, I am enjoying this, thoroughly, ignoring the little knots that come tied along.
Something is glowing, a bright and fascinating light, a pull on one's heart strings, a thug on one's firm foothold, a pair of gloves in the merciless snow, a forgiving hug in an unforgiving chapter, an unpretentious smile in a world of complexity, it's the glow that exudes from within, simple, yet textured with meanings.
It's a detaching drinking session with the tightest of friends.
It's the tightest of all bindings that make your feet suffer, yet you chose it to avoid injuries that make you suffer.
It's the most genuine laughter, in the psuedo state of mind.
It's to love the one who can't reciprocate, and yet to not be able to reciprocate the one who loves you.
It's sad, yet that's the way it is.
It's watching Romeo and Juliet in the music room, lying on our tummies, in our school uniforms, tearing at the littlest details, doing the silent run through of the text in our heads, once again.
The colours seem to fade away, yet the monotony of details glow through, slicing through the clutter like a sushi knife, sharp and intended.
That aside, the JJG has always talked about organising a get-together, a proper one, where everyone would attend. As always, nothing concrete surfaced, somehow, our schedules always clashed, one way or another. This time round, with Terence heading down under for pilot training, it HAS to surface this time round.
Wear our uniforms for a "back to the past" experience?
Do a as always barbeque session at our usual place?
6 years since we graduated, and we still miss our Mano days. An episode touched too much upon, yet impossible to repeat, buried deep and reminisced often.
Laughters so genuine, time so treasured, whispers of naiveness, glows of youthfulness surrounds us from day to day.
Recalling what David said that day, "when you're 16, you can't wait to be 18, when you're 18, you can't wait to be 21, when you're 21, time flies like never before, and all you want, is to return to the time you were 16."
Swiss Cottage Secondary School.
A place we learnt, laughed and cried. A place where developed people I place high regards in. Despite a neighbourhood school some scorned upon, it shown amongst the murky waters.
A sudden jerk of reminder of the coming Chinese New Year, no stressful boyfriend's family visit this time, just a whole lot of gatherings, spelling fun, peace and not forgetting, a whole lot of laughter.
This break is probably a call for rest, to slow down and sniff the flowers a little, grow a little garden and breathe the air, of course, swing the swings and engulf my mind in literature and music.
If truth be told, I am enjoying this, thoroughly, ignoring the little knots that come tied along.
Something is glowing, a bright and fascinating light, a pull on one's heart strings, a thug on one's firm foothold, a pair of gloves in the merciless snow, a forgiving hug in an unforgiving chapter, an unpretentious smile in a world of complexity, it's the glow that exudes from within, simple, yet textured with meanings.
It's a detaching drinking session with the tightest of friends.
It's the tightest of all bindings that make your feet suffer, yet you chose it to avoid injuries that make you suffer.
It's the most genuine laughter, in the psuedo state of mind.
It's to love the one who can't reciprocate, and yet to not be able to reciprocate the one who loves you.
It's sad, yet that's the way it is.
It's watching Romeo and Juliet in the music room, lying on our tummies, in our school uniforms, tearing at the littlest details, doing the silent run through of the text in our heads, once again.
The colours seem to fade away, yet the monotony of details glow through, slicing through the clutter like a sushi knife, sharp and intended.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
It should be so.
The man stays home, day to day, watching serials after serials, newspapers after newspapers, catching reality shows that his children have never heard of. He knows every single piece of news in the papers, every single piece of gossip that no one else truly cares about.
The wife heads out for work, before the sun rises, before any single member of the family rises, only to return home after dark, unknowingly falling asleep within minutes.
This happens day after day, month after month, has it been years? With reality blurred and foggy, what stands true remains hidden.
A sick sense of disappointment washes over like a gigantic tsunami wave. Is there a reason to stay in, to see all these, to be reminded of the reality, or do against will, only to return after all is calm, a bare hint of what it should be, quiet and welcoming?
When was the last time you've seen him walking through that door, at the same time everyone else's should? No intentions to snide, just questions and doubts of what should all be. Years ago, that's the answer, with only an inkling of how heartwarming that felt.
There's only so much she can do. That's all.
The wife heads out for work, before the sun rises, before any single member of the family rises, only to return home after dark, unknowingly falling asleep within minutes.
This happens day after day, month after month, has it been years? With reality blurred and foggy, what stands true remains hidden.
A sick sense of disappointment washes over like a gigantic tsunami wave. Is there a reason to stay in, to see all these, to be reminded of the reality, or do against will, only to return after all is calm, a bare hint of what it should be, quiet and welcoming?
When was the last time you've seen him walking through that door, at the same time everyone else's should? No intentions to snide, just questions and doubts of what should all be. Years ago, that's the answer, with only an inkling of how heartwarming that felt.
There's only so much she can do. That's all.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
salient.
You know, I've never believed that long distance relationships could work. Yes, not even now.
It's not a matter of controlling my partner, I doubt I've much done so in my past relationships, but more of a "I need him when I want someone to hold." kind of mentality. Not exactly bull's eye on my point, but at least, he would be within touch, within reach, a real being.
Of course, no matter where he is, he's just going to be a phone call away, a message away so on and so forth.
Nonetheless, it's different. Just, different.
Factor in the time differences, the culture differences, the different lifestyles, the list goes on and on, mirroring the list of frustrations that attribute to the wear and tear of a relationship.
I've realised, I can't put down the differences. They're flashing in front of me, non-stop. They ar there, all right, undeniable, discriminating and constantly conscious. I can't walk down that one straight road without a single thought of whether that stranger is looking at me, or if that stranger there is dying to ask me something.
No I can't.
Some things are better left unsaid, though the unsaid thoughts for both him and her thunder a million thoughts, drilling a thousand nails, etching truth so deep they can't be mended.
There are times when truly, smile because it happened.
It's not a matter of controlling my partner, I doubt I've much done so in my past relationships, but more of a "I need him when I want someone to hold." kind of mentality. Not exactly bull's eye on my point, but at least, he would be within touch, within reach, a real being.
Of course, no matter where he is, he's just going to be a phone call away, a message away so on and so forth.
Nonetheless, it's different. Just, different.
Factor in the time differences, the culture differences, the different lifestyles, the list goes on and on, mirroring the list of frustrations that attribute to the wear and tear of a relationship.
I've realised, I can't put down the differences. They're flashing in front of me, non-stop. They ar there, all right, undeniable, discriminating and constantly conscious. I can't walk down that one straight road without a single thought of whether that stranger is looking at me, or if that stranger there is dying to ask me something.
No I can't.
Some things are better left unsaid, though the unsaid thoughts for both him and her thunder a million thoughts, drilling a thousand nails, etching truth so deep they can't be mended.
There are times when truly, smile because it happened.
A technicolour dreamcoat.
When something major happens in your life, and as much as you want to bury it deep down inside, somewhere that can't be reached despite the desperate need to, yet, all you want, is to brush it away for now.
When that particular thing boils to the top, bubbling like some hot liquid, forcing its way to the surface, ignoring all pleas to stay buried, all you want to do is to tell just that one person, just to make yourself feel better, hoping that the one person could bring light and positivity into the somehow mad rush downhill scenario.
Yet, all you can do, is smile to yourself, reminding yourself that, it's not going to happen, cos that person somehow seems too occupied, or too caught up in whatever's happening, some priorities way above you at this point.
The very person you wanted to be the first to know, may turn out to be, unfortunately, the very last person to know. By then, I hope, things wouldn't matter at all, cos it has taken a turn for the better, that whatever is swirling through my head now may all seem like a figment of my imagination.
For now, I shall leave you in your own world, where things are all flowery and nice, at least that's what it seems to me, I'll colour my own world, a technicolor dreamcoat.
When that particular thing boils to the top, bubbling like some hot liquid, forcing its way to the surface, ignoring all pleas to stay buried, all you want to do is to tell just that one person, just to make yourself feel better, hoping that the one person could bring light and positivity into the somehow mad rush downhill scenario.
Yet, all you can do, is smile to yourself, reminding yourself that, it's not going to happen, cos that person somehow seems too occupied, or too caught up in whatever's happening, some priorities way above you at this point.
The very person you wanted to be the first to know, may turn out to be, unfortunately, the very last person to know. By then, I hope, things wouldn't matter at all, cos it has taken a turn for the better, that whatever is swirling through my head now may all seem like a figment of my imagination.
For now, I shall leave you in your own world, where things are all flowery and nice, at least that's what it seems to me, I'll colour my own world, a technicolor dreamcoat.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
the last day of twenty o six
Indulgz-ing in Sweet Memories
Childhood revived and recaptured on film
Melodiously stepping into 2007
See-saw rainbows.
We all seek this balance in our lives. It could mean differently to different individuals, the areas we have to support, the aspects we have to weigh and so on and so forth.
Many a times, the number of such areas becomes unknowingly too much for each of us to support, yet we’re on our own. Friends, family, work, play, relationships, the list is non-exhaustive. Things may be fine occasionally, when the individual weights aren’t that much for us to take, at other times, some aspects weigh down on us so much, we give up on the other sides of the see-saw.
Some are able to do so, with little hiccups, with good time management and efforts put in.
Others do not even realize that this see-saw of theirs is tilting so much on one side, perhaps, a result of them being too wrapped up in the other side.
We indulge in the imbalance most of the times cos of preference, and varying priority levels. Seldom do we rejoice in the successful balance in all aspects, probably due to the low frequency of such an event.
Are we to blame, or are we to reflect?
We could immerse deeper and deeper into the priority at that point in time, neglecting the otherwise. Without realization, it could be gone, before you manage to save anything.
Many a times, the number of such areas becomes unknowingly too much for each of us to support, yet we’re on our own. Friends, family, work, play, relationships, the list is non-exhaustive. Things may be fine occasionally, when the individual weights aren’t that much for us to take, at other times, some aspects weigh down on us so much, we give up on the other sides of the see-saw.
Some are able to do so, with little hiccups, with good time management and efforts put in.
Others do not even realize that this see-saw of theirs is tilting so much on one side, perhaps, a result of them being too wrapped up in the other side.
We indulge in the imbalance most of the times cos of preference, and varying priority levels. Seldom do we rejoice in the successful balance in all aspects, probably due to the low frequency of such an event.
Are we to blame, or are we to reflect?
We could immerse deeper and deeper into the priority at that point in time, neglecting the otherwise. Without realization, it could be gone, before you manage to save anything.
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