people; love

I fall in love with many people every single day.

On the train, in school, over the air, everywhere!

I love staring into their eyes and losing myself into the depths within.

Or at their legs; so slim, smooth and silky.

But what I like most about them is what’s deep inside.

Their humanity, their humility, their poise, composure, self confidence

and everything in between.

I get a nice fuzzy feeling when I encounter these people.

They make my day, my week, my year!

At least, until the next person comes along, restarting the process.

 

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awkward…

I enter my new class with trepidation.

Already they’re staring at me, sizing me up.

I set down my books perhaps too harshly. The wooden desk moans in protest

A girl starts giggles nervously before stopping abruptly.

My throat is dry, my shoulders stiff.

A manage a grin.

The staring continues.

I give a sigh and give up trying, before looking at my class timetable.

4 more weeks of this hell. I can do this!

I wonder… if my students feel the same as well?

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a new day beckons; it’s going to be alright

the alarm’s ringing, breaking the rush of dreams

sunlight filters through your window, ending their long journey from the sun.

the birds are chirping; people are out practicing tai chi

it feels like you’ve ran a hundred miles while you struggle out of bed,

yet once you’re on your feet you feel you can run a thousand more.

a new day beckons, with bright new possibilities outshines the old

and where many adventures abound.

“Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero”

Seize the day and place no trust in tomorrow

Dedicated to G & Yan, who made today a reality for me and many others.

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flummoxed

"I willingly become weak, uneducated and stupid, because love is too beautiful a thing to miss. Love is beautiful not because it makes you feel good all the time. Love is beautiful because sometimes it warms you, and sometimes it is painful. That's what makes us human. And being human is beautiful."

Yan, 2009

I cannot understand this. It’s not the words, nor the meaning behind the words, all of which I grasp readily. I’m not deprived of love. I give and receive it often and freely to the best of my intentions.

My parents, my relatives and my friends all love me and I love them back. I just don’t understand loving someone in an intimate sort of way. I liked many girls before and have even chased a few. But in hindsight, what I appreciated was their friendship and warmness; love evaded once again. I did try to love someone. Tried my best, but it wasn’t to be, never to be.

I’m not miserable. In fact, I’m having a great time being single. I am hindered by no one except by God driven conscious. I don’t find a need for another person in my life now or in the near future, not now. 

Not ever?

This is not the end to this discussion, just the first round. (3/7/09)

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digital emotions

Can you tell from Twitter that I'm sad?

So that you can comfort me through Facebook?

Do you read my Blog to know me?

Post in Cbox to know how I feel.

How can I tell that you Digg me?

You seem so aloof in Myspace.



Is there a way to compute love?
Or bluetooth your feelings?


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Lingering memories of Perth

Cyan blue skies up above, tainted here and there by cotton wool clouds
The road winds through a forest of trees, casting long shadows on the road
The rented Hyundai whizzes through, oblivious to the beauty surrounding it.

A cottage facing the ocean, built when Britain Ruled the Seas.
The cold breeze taking you by surprise as you breathe in each glorious breath of air.
The view, spectacular of course.

I could get used to this.


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i wonder…

I wonder what is it like to fly like a bird,

to see the world from up high,

to swim with the clouds?

 

I wonder how would it feel if I turned into a girl,

to be chased at by guys at the mall,

to give birth to a child.

 

I wonder when will we achieve our dreams,

to protect the weak

and to save a country’s Soul.

 

I wonder, I wonder…

 

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The king is dead, the king is dead! Long live the king!

Michael Jackson,

1958 - 2009

Front page news when I woke up in Perth today.

Everyone seems to have something to say about him,

how he was a genius, a born star, a legend.

And how they admired him, loved him, worshipped him.

One wonders where were they when he was in the courtroom defending his honour,

or whether did they comfort him when he went through one, then another divorce.

Or what they said when he had to sell his home, his prized collections, even his white glove for cash to pay the lawyers fees.

Do him a last favour and leave him alone. Vultures.


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Day 2, Lucy Lane Perth

It's cold in the morning.

There is a heater in the shower, the toothpaste is cold in the tube.

I ate the least processed breakfast in years thanks to free range food and my wonderful aunt.

The air is crisp and dry as you step out fully clothed to face the environment.

At the shopping centre, I was stopped by the security guard because I was taking pictures of the mall.

But his manners and words immediately 9/10 of all Singaporean Service Staff to shame.

Wow. I'm not a morning person so naturally I felt grumpy. It's not every day a brush with the law improves and not spoil your mood for the day.

Before that, a person approached me for help with resizing his photos because he saw I was using a camera. You don't get that much in Singapore.

The shops are all selling winter gear. Not very useful in Singapore.

Organic (they call them free range here) food / drinks are on par with or even cheaper then the usual soft drinks and processed food. I'm certainly not complaining.

Shops all still selling winter clothing. Shoes are not too hot.

Got a few shirts and a bag. Total expenditure? AUD$51. Can you see the halo on my head? Look harder.

Ate one of the best tasting Japanese food I had in my life in Perth, Australia. Before that, I shopped at a Seoul supermarket. Globalisation never felt so real to me before.

News is all about their internal politics with a short footnote about Iran. Whatever happened to a global outlook?

It's a bad habit to compare and contrast Singapore vis a vis the country that I'm at. It's sad to find Singapore losing out.

Oh, interesting observation about the Australian funeral service, will share with the Veronica crew when I get back.


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foreign soil; alternative lifestyles

This is Samuel reporting from Lucy Lane, Perth where I am staying at my aunt's place till I move to my hotel cottage tomorrow.

It is cold, very cold, at least to a body used to humid 33 degrees heat from morning to night.

Heck, just this morning I work up at 3am in the morning sweating even though my fan was blowing at full blast.

But its a nice change from the heat, the crowds and the bustle.

Here it's nice and slow, peaceful and wide. Nothing really stands above 1 story and flat wide lands are the norm rather then the exception.

Things we take for granted, like public transport and street lamps is a luxury here.

Things we deem as luxury, like housing and cars isn't so much of a big deal here.

It's a joy, to be away from the home country for a bit at least, to see what else the world has to offer.

Because one man cannot be a island.

The air is fresher, the people different, the streets wide, the attractions many and the picture opportunities plentiful.

Oh yes, I think it's going to be a great trip ahead.


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