selfish.

Are you working hard enough?
Are you lazing around?
Are you taking care of your health?
Have you been cleaning your house?
When was the last time you listened to your conscience?
Will you get what you want?
Have you reached your goals?
Do you even have proper ambitions?
Are you happy with your life?

The questions are endless.

We are selfish not only to others but to ourselves.

dreams, unknown

Would it count if I saw a shooting star in a dream?
Because I remember wishing for every single person that I love to go to heaven.
It doesn't work that way, right?

Oh well.

I would like to see a shooting star in reality,
And wish for it again.
Somehow, we will always be children.

XXX

Are we all not abstract pieces of art,
Impressive through the eyes of a beholder,
Challenged with divergent intepretations,
By the critical lips of another,
Opening a gold-plated plywood door,
Sold to the heart of the highest bidder,
Beckoning an everlasting applause,
The only prize in this hall of fame,
To know that I would be displayed forever,
Endlessly in this sacred house,
For the reason that visitors could admire,
Especially by that of your inquisitive eyes,
A promise that was never abandoned,
In spite of everything you kept,
I saw you walking out for the last time,
This undesirable fluctuating censure,
In the face of my emotive portrait,
Your eyes were fixed to the ground,
Apparently there was nothing to be said,
For months I have not seen the sun,
Welcoming a family of spiders,
This frame is collecting dust,
An abandoned piece of painting,
When are you coming home,
To wipe this filth clean,
Trust that I will be just as new,
Where have you been,
Was I not the most memorable piece of art,
You've seen?

"I miss you, Papa"


lia

With The Birds I Share This Beautiful View.

It occurs to me how close happiness and sadness are. So closely knitted together. Such a thin line, a thread-like divide that in the midst of emotions, it trembles, blurring the territory of exact opposites. The movement is minute, like the thin thread of a spider's web that quivers under a raindrop.

How quickly a moment of love was snapped away to a moment of hate. One comment to steal it all away. Of how love and war stand upon the very same foundations. How, in my darkest moments, my most fearful times, when faced, became my bravest. When feeling at your weakest you end up showing more strength, when at your lowest are suddenly lifted above higher than you've ever been. They all border one another, those opposites, and how quickly we can be altered. Despair can be altered by one simple smile offered by a stranger; confidence can become fear by the arrival of one uneasy presence. everything is on the verge, always brimming the surface, a slight shake, a tremble sends things toppling. How similar emotions are.

A veil hangs between the two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is transparent to warn us or comfort us. You hate now but look through this veil and see the possibility of love; you're sad now but look through to the other side and see happiness. Absolute composure to a complete mess-it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye.

where the rainbow ends.

During my busiest days at work, twenty-four hours just don't seem enough. I almost want to hold my hand out in the air and try to grasp the seconds and minutes as if I could stop them from moving on, like a little girl trying to catch bubbles.

In truth, we're all just pottering, fiiling the time we have here, only we like to make ourselves feel bigger by compiling lists of importance.

So this is what you do when it all slows down and the minutes that tick by feel a little longer than before. You take your time. You breathe slowly. You open your eyes a little wider and look at everything. Take it all in. Rehash stories of old, remember people, times and occasions gone by. Allow everything you see to remind you of something. Talk about those things. Stop and take your time to notice matter. Find out the answers you didn't know to yesterday's crosswords. Slow down. Stop trying to do everything now,

now,

now.

Swissport Singapore pulls out of Changi Airport.

At the start of a new journey every step is a mystery. Where am I going? Who will walk with me? How will I get there? These questions are all part of the excitement and mystery. The challenge is to just keep going.

In spite of the uncertainty.

In spite of the unknown.

In spite of the fear.

I sat in the comfort of my office desk and looked out. My eyes followed the furnishes and colleagues. And in the calm of the morning my heart broke. BT has been our footpath and here we left our footprints. 3 whole years of turmoil, of shedding tears, sweat and blood to entice the smooth operations of incoming and outgoing flights 24 hours a day. The war we frontiered during cancellations and delays. The friendship we made throughout the journey. Of the cussing and patting of each others' backs when we made it through the challenges. Everything, will be deeply etched in my heart.

smashingg.

Coffee club/Arena. 8 January 2009. Nora & Waty. Marvelousss

apple blossom time.

I find it delightful the way the texture of a memory can be created using small, shared details.

XXX

Dear You.

I want to write you a letter. The stationary I picked for you, after searching through stores, is simple, elegant, subtle. The beauty of writing a letter with a pen onto carefully picked stationary is the permanence of a transitory moment, not unlike capturing spontaneous moments on Polaroid film.

Dear You. Shall I trust this paper to catch my thoughts? How shall I begin our inside jokes? I would have typed an e-mail, but the internet expands forever, and it would make my words feel infinitely small.

Dear You. I want to write you a letter. I want to write it in pen, because I want to feel the words as they shape onto the paper. I want you to see the idiosyncrasies of my handwriting, because we tend to forget that words look different when written by different people.

The paper will carry my affection. The envelope will lock the strings of words and punctuation. I wish it luck as it travels across land and air to find you, And when it does, I hope you see all that I am trying to say.

Sincerely,
Me.

crack in my mirror.

Boy im in love with you
This ain't the honeymoon
Past the infatuation phase
Right in the thick of love
At times we get sick of love
It seems like we argue everyday

I know i misbehaved
And you made your mistakes
And we both still got room left to grow
And though love sometimes hurts
I still put you first
And we'll make this thing work
But I think we should take it slow

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow

This ain't a movie no
No fairy tale conclusion ya'll
It gets more confusing everyday
Sometimes it's heaven sent
Then we head back to hell again
We kiss and we make up on the way

I hang up you call
We rise and we fall
And we feel like just walking away
As our love advances
We take second chances
Though it's not a fantasy
I Still want you to stay

We'll live and learn
We'll crash and burn
Maybe another fight but we will survive
And baby we will grow

empowered;

Best Wishes to all in 2009

May peace break into our homes

May thieves steal our debts

May our pockets become magnets of $100 bills

May our clothes smell of success

May LOVE barricade us

May laughter assault our lips!

May happiness hit us like a tsunami

May our tears be those of joy

And may good health linger always in our home

HAPPY NEW YEAR