Monday, October 6, 2014

Some things meant to be said
Are left hidden.
Some things better left unsaid
Laid in the open.

What can I tell you
That will make everything new?
What can I tell you
That will end all that have been wrong?

Too many days have passed
Good times never last.
I am still standing here,
At the same place where I had last shed a tear.

The radio plays the old songs
You and I used to love.
You and I
The ones that had never been
The ones that will never be.
You and I,
A story that began in my mind,
A page that was never turned.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

The world continues to entice,
With its meaningless white noise.
I watch as it steals our souls away.

The rainbow-colored skies,
So pretty it is,
But it is not real and all is just a play.

Thursday, September 25, 2014


You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Mary Oliver

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Always a sense of nostalgia when I'm in Pasir Ris. More so than when I'm in bedok. Countless good memories and the bad as well... What I miss most perhaps is those solitary rides to the beach, the Late night drinking at the old fisherman village, and star-watching with friends.

Friday, August 29, 2014

One is born and another dies

What day is it?
In a drunken stupor I awoke,
And The years have passed me by.
Hellos and goodbyes,
To The new and the old,
A baby's cry
Muffled by the cries,
of those left behind.
Hello and goodbye,
One is born,
And another dies.
A day ends
And another begins.
What is new,
Becomes old.

Nothing is ever new,
A wise man once said.
Of riches earned
And then sold,
Of time wasted,
That never returns.
Of love given,
and casted away.
The days will grow cold,
The wise man forewarned.
They will cut you in the bones.
And then what remains,
When the coals turn to ash,
Is only your soul.

This came about coz of what happened today. Was contemplating postponing piano class coz got to know that e's FIL had passed today at Sgh. Wanted to attend the wake...and then received a message from the piano teacher that she had to visit a friend who had just given birth, so she had to cancel the class. Both of us had to take a raincheck for contrasting reasons.. Indeed, one is born and another dies....nothing is ever new comes from Solomon in Ecclesiastes... Talks about the meaninglessness of everything.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

The uncertainty of life,
The certainty of death.
The uncertainty of eternity,
What do you believe?

Monday, August 18, 2014

The theory of everything

Finally something I feel like watching. The last movie I watched if I remember correctly was tom cruise's edge of tomorrow. Probably went to the theaters less than 5 times this year and nothing quite memorable cept perhaps for Her.
Wonder how I used to be able to do a movie a week kinda thing but now, it just seemed tiresome to watch something for the sake of watching something.

Theory of everything is a biopic of Stephen Hawking's earlier life in Cambridge before he had ALS, and when he first knew Jane Hawking. Sounds like a guaranteed sob fest.

On another unrelated note, am such a sucker for fairy lights. They just pretty up things ordinary.