Wednesday, 12 December 2012

2 places

So. I'm now 23. To be honest, it doesn't feel much unlike 22. But perhaps that's just because I'm new to being 23. Who knows, this year may be different.

Was talking to friends, and it seems that things, have truly changed as we age. Some people, with whom we share so much of in the past, have vanished out of your life, existing merely as a snippet on facebook, or a tweet, or a faraway hearsay of what happened or not to them. And though it's true that these people, however big a part they played in your life till now, would be but a footnote for the chapters that would soon follow. Everyone seems to be having a great life now. And I'm happy for that.

And so here i am, newly 23, made a wish without a birthday cake this year. But this year more than ever, i want it to come true.

For you see, I'm more than ready for a new chapter. A new corridor in Destiny's gardens. 

Monday, 10 December 2012

And as I approach yet another birthday. Things feel different this time.

To be honest, this year wasn't bad. In fact, going by past years, one may actually consider it a good year. I mean, a car, living in the most liveable city in the world, one can hardly ask for more. But it too is this year where I feel the depression of social isolation. Sure, most of it may be self inflicted, my weaning off of social media has not seen a opposite rise in human interactions. It started with emails which I stopped replying, then it became Facebook messages, and now, even some texts. It seems a slippery slope. One which in the new year, I hope to stop myself from falling further down.

It's not a good birthday this year.

Hopefully. Next year will be much improved.


Thursday, 18 October 2012

Thursday, 11 October 2012

Tomorrow. I get my first set of wheels. They say, you'd never forget your first car. And hell I'm excited to get that car. More to follow.

Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Shadow days




Did you know that you could be wrong
And swear you’re right
Some people been known to do it
All their lives

But you find yourself alone
Just like you found yourself before
Like I found myself in pieces
On the hotel floor

Hard times help me see

I’m a good man with a good heart
Had a tough time, got a rough start
But I finally learned to let it go
Now I’m right here, and I’m right now
And I’m hoping, knowing somehow
That my shadow days are over
My shadow days are over now

Or I'm trying to put them behind anyway. Its hard to stay on the light side. 

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Of new old songs.

Its wierd. How sometimes a song you suddenly found out about suddenly just fills up your whole life. It becomes the melody you hum on the sidewalk, the music playing while you study, the music you fall asleep to. The song may not be new, in fact, its a long time since it was written now. But there's a comfort in repeatedly playing and listening to that song, a feeling of familarity, a little of 'i've heard this before somewhere'. And you try to find a deeper meaning to that song, if it means anything beyond the record companies and dollar bills. If there's a something beyond synthesized love, or synthesized soothing. If there's just something more to that. 

Hello. Its been awhile. 

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

We dreamers have our ways
Of facing rainy daysAnd somehow we survive
We keep the feelings warmProtect them from the stormUntil our time arrives
Then one day the sun appearsAnd we come shining through those lonely years
I made it through the rainI kept my world protectedI made it throught the rainI kept my point of viewI made it through the rainAnd found myself respectedBy the others whoGot rained on tooAnd made it through
When friends are hard to findAnd life seems so unkindSometimes you feel so afraid
Just aim beyond the cloudsAnd rise above the crowdsAnd start your own parade
'Cause when I chased my fears awayThat's when I knew that I could finally say
I made it through the rainI kept my world protectedI made it throught the rainI kept my point of viewI made it through the rainAnd found myself respectedBy the others whoGot rained on tooAnd made it through



-I made it through the rain, Barry Manilow


I have not ''Made it'', but just counting down the days to be able to sing this song. and perhaps, in more ways than one.

Monday, 18 June 2012

I'm lucky this blog is away from the prying eyes of many who i associate with right now.

Because. Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?

Monday, 4 June 2012

Part 1

So yes. I'm in singapore. Yet, there's something inexplicably wrong this time around, that I find myself anhedonic. It may be a expectation mismatch yet again, but yeah, Singapore just isn't as I imagined it to be as I pulled myself through the months overseas.

Since I was a kid, the has always been something that I craved for with all my life, wanted so badly that I'd give anything for it. The things I want change as I grow, but I can still remember every vivid detail of my desire. I remembered in kindergarten the only toy I wanted, was a sword, a plastic one, any shape, any size. I remembered being caned for bringing sticks home posed at swords. I remembered power rangers being out of bounds because it promoted violence, and I remembered wanting them so badly I started drawing them on paper, and that continued till today. A look at my notes will most likely reveal a sword or two perfected since young, crafted by the mind, wielded only in spirit. And ask me now which medieval job I most want to do, and it'll be blacksmith, no doubt about that. In fact, I almost put it into practice, weapons design and engineering came up many times during my course selection and career decision. An option, vehemently opposed by my father. In fact, I think he was more against it than me doing arts.

And i remembered when I primary school, the thing I craved above all others was a gameboy, and really, there was only one game that I really really wanted to play. Pokemon. For 3 years, after every exam, there will be a day where everyone brings their gameboys to school. To make battle, to trade, and to play. And there alone amongst the players, there would be one pair of very envious eyes. Happy to get perhaps 15 mins of play from a friend. My parents was not against Pokemon, but rather the fact that I will own a device solely for the purpose of gaming, which they are once again, strongly opposed to. I remembered, buying a few copies of pirated CDs telling me that there's Pokemon in them, and rushing home to run in on my computer. The early attempts were sad and painful, the games were either not present, or I could not save my progress. And given that I've only an hour or so on the computer, ive played the opening sequence in all possible possibilities so many times. It was only until secondary school that I manage to properly play Pokemon on my computer. I also remembered borrowing a gameboy from a friend once in primary 6, I hid it in my bag and then a secret compartment in my room (a hole caused by a design flaw)and taking it out to play at the playgrounds in my hour out in the sun everyday for the 3 days I borrowed it for. It only lasted 2. Day 2 I was busted and scolded and made to return it the next day. I reached vermillion city. I will one day in JC own a psp, one I fondly named Morpheus. And people have asked once, or twice why I sometimes name my gadgets, well. That's why. And I never owned a gameboy in my life.

And then upper secondary and JC came, 4 years I still regard the best of my life until now. Ok, maybe living overseas this couple of years have been pretty sweet too. But events that transpired after my JC days have led to today. Another long period where I crave many one from my parents, a good good meal. I don't mean they don't feed me well now. But I have not had crab for what must have been the best part of 5 years and have not ate with them in a non-vegetarian restaurant for such a long time. Religion, health, and cost comes up as the reasons put forth to me. And I don't like to say this, but religion, over this past few years, have taken a toll on me and my relationship with my parents. I yearn for a day, perhaps a Sunday, where as a family, we could go out perhaps for dim sum, instead of having committments to the temple or vegetarianism. Or maybe a dinner, once a year when I return, where we go to a seafood restaurant, and order dishes I want. I may sound selfish, I know that more that anyone else, which is why it took me 4, and almost 5 years, to type this out. But theres this desire, and it's eating me from the inside.

Part 1 of why I am not enjoying Singapore right now.