I started a joke which started the whole world crying But I didn’t see that the joke was on me I started to cry which started the whole world laughing If I’d only seen that the joke was on me I looked at the skies running my hands over my eyes And I fell out of bed hurting my head from things that I said ‘Till I finally died which started the whole world living Oh if I’d only seen that the joke was on me The song of the moment – I Started A Joke by the Bee Gees. – – – I turned 31 yesterday – there were no parties, no balloons, no countdowns – it was all quiet, but lovely. The thirty-first year of my life just silently crept up on me. It was a very strange birthday I had this year. Two weeks ago, my first thought was to sneak away to Eastern Europe to spend my birthday with complete strangers from, I don’t know, a hostel? Dubrovnik in Croatia, Budapest …
In the season of alonedom, lonely hearts gather;
fearfully, innately, with each other as they falter.
Some seek a shoulder, some, a pair of open arms,
but me, a pursuit, to rekindle my charms.
We search for answers from stories others tell,
but alas, wilting hearts,
equal love’s like universe in parallel.
Some walks need to be taken alone.
Cause if you’re happy in your head then solitude is blessed and alone is okay. If your heart is bleeding make the best of it.
It’s a Friday night. We’ve got nowhere to go, and nothing to do.
We ended up home early and as A was playing Wii alone, I put on some stupid dentures I bought last year and asked her if she’d still love me if I looked like this…
It is always easy to list down the items you have on your Bucket List; easy to tell people around you that one has to live life to the fullest and you have probably read a thousand and one article on Facebook telling you specifically the things to avoid doing (or do) if you don’t want to grow old with regrets. Does living life to the fullest everyday really makes us feel like we have the world? “To live a few years of my life like most people won’t, so that I can live the rest of it like most people can’t.” I have heard this quote once and I find it hard to forget. Often when I find myself slipping away, trying to find excuses for myself so that I can take a little time off from work, I repeat this quote in my head. It makes a lot of sense to me. Except, now I finally realised I’ll need to survive the “living a few years of my life like most people won’t” …
Unless you’re a thrill-seeker, most of us would try our best to avoid spending a night in a hotel that’s rumoured to be haunted. So to save you some time the next time you’re booking your hotel, I’ve put up a list of allegedly haunted hotels in a few popular cities around Asia.
Think you are a true blue Singaporean who knows your country well? I am born in Singapore and have been living in Singapore all my life, but there are still so many things to learn from my country. Do you dig fun facts and trivia? If so, I think you’re going to enjoy these little, useless information about our beautiful country! (Image by Sheng Long Lua)
And so the new journey begins, and the journey is called Butter My Buns. This is exactly like our sleep-deprived days slightly more than 2 years ago when The Tiramisu Hero was just starting up. Now, sitting in our new lil space, it really feels like pretty amazing to realise that we’ve done it yet again. Compared to the previous setup, Butter My Buns was actually a lot less stressful. The experience we got from setting up the previous cafe gave us good insights into what to do, what not to do while designing and planning the space, the timeline, the interiors and our menus. And I really count my blessings everyday for the good people we have in our company. Really, we would be nothing if not for the immense amount of support we have from our colleagues, friends and family. Although Butter My Buns is just a really tiny store snugged in a corner of NUS, it is now our second baby. You must now be thinking “What kind of name is Butter …
We should all try to be unproductive every once in a while. Pick up a paint brush or a calligraphy pen and draw or write something. Listen to music. Listen beyond the voices and the lyrics. Listen to each and every instrument in the piece. Listen to a good song. Write a poem. Or a song that no one will ever get to hear. Give your camera another chance and go out one afternoon just to take pictures of everything and nothing. Sew something. Or perhaps knit. Learn how to play a musical instrument, oh yes! Or a foreign language. At times, when all I can do all day is look at Excel sheets, I really just want to be unproductive and listen to Aubrey by Bread all day.