Alas, I've finished musicophilia. Have been cycling between musicophilia and 100 year old man. 100 year old in the day and musico at night. I will review musico soon, I probably have to re-read it to get all the terms correctly. I am seriously forgetful these days and can't seem to collect and articulate my thoughts properly...

These wings,
They are clipped,
I cannot fly high,
No I cannot fly.
I am lost
In this cage of mine
Trapped
Running round in circles.
Everything seems meaningless,
Everything is without a purpose.
I need to fly,
To run,
To feel the wind on my back.
To feel,
Just to feel again,
Just to feel,
Anything,
Anything will do.
This numbness of my soul,
It is driving me insane.
This silence within me,
Seems to be erupting.
I need to run,
Faster than the wind,
So fast,
That noone catches me,
So fast that the wind will lose me,
So fast through the ebbs and flows of time,
So fast that noone will remember me,
No one will remember my name,
No one.

Forever is a very long time.

Bald eagle

Was cycling at jurong lake on the second day of the Chinese New Year. Saw a bald eagle preying on probably mice in a large enclosed field. Thought it was pretty fascinating coz we rarely get to see eagles in Singapore, albeit outside of a zoo/ bird park. It then occurred to me that we tend to appreciate things more when it is rare. We wouldn't gaze in wide eyed wonder at the common mynahs or crows, would we? That's the law of scarcity, so commonly seen in our society. What was it about the eagle that stopped me in my tracks? Yes it's majestic, the way it soars and hovers and then swop down to pick its prey. But apart from that, I guess it's really the scarcity of eagles in our concrete jungle that just make them a little more exciting.

Surrounded by mr bob. And there's another one underneath the table.. Zzzz on another note, I am almost done with musicophilia... Oliver sacks is so good at explaining neurological deficits in laymen terms and with engaging anecdotes. Need to get my hands on the man who mistook his wife for a hat. Bought a book yesterday titled the hundred year old man who climbed out the window and disappeared. The title of the book caught my attention and I just had to buy it after reading the synopsis. Seems interesting and I sure hope it will be. The original was in Swedish (yes I couldnt help sneaking a few pages into my reading repertoire) and it seemed to be off to a pretty good start.

Bought a world map yesterday. Flipped through flipboard's travel photography today. Realized ive barely skimmed the tip of this earth's many splendors. So much world left unseen, unexplored. I wish all I ever do is exploring.

The camper, the Milky Way, aurora are just about some of my favorite things in the world.

The heart doesn't lie.

I wrote in another blog before that the heart never fails to amaze me. Not in the physiological sense but in the emotional sense. When one is feeling grieved or heartbroken one can truly feel that sore crushing pain in the heart. When one is happy, there's this strange soaring feeling in the heart. when one is in love, the heart goes fluttering, and all thoughts and words get lost. When one is pining, one can actually feel that longing and aching in the heart. It's just so strange that all these feelings are connected to an organ other than the brain. How is that possible? Our creator is truly amazing and beyond our comprehension.