I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth, lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. – – – This is so beautiful.
There are times when I feel like I want to pour my hearts out into words, but I can hardly do so. Sometimes, thoughts go by so fast, I didn’t have enough time to translate them into words. I can’t quite find the right words. I keep it all in my head. The writer’s block is so real, and just like unrequited love; the more you try to resist it, the more it happens. I try too hard to make something out of the obscure nothingness. I always do. I am afraid to speak. And there is really nothing worth saying sometimes. I have forgotten how to feel. I made myself not feel. What is the point of feeling so much and what does it bring me when I confront my feelings? Again, nothing. There is no passion and I do not long for anything. I fill the voids and pockets of time seeking excitement in life, to find meaning in nothing, to seek comfort in the unfathomable vacuum I have put myself in. Because I …
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)