just because it's the weekends again!
Friday, January 28, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
my train-ride playlist
i’m told that our lives aren’t worth much
they pass like an instant, like wilting roses
i’m told that time slipping by is a bastard
making its coat of our sorrows.
yet someone told me…
that you still loved me
someone told me…
that you still loved me.
well? could that be possible?
i’m told that fate makes fun of us
that it gives us nothing and promises everything
when happiness seems to be within our reach
we reach out and find ourselves like fools
yet someone told me…
that you still loved me
someone told me…
that you still loved me.
well? could that be possible?
well? could that be possible?
so who said that you still loved me?
i don’t remember any more, it was late at night
i can still hear the voice, but I can no longer see the face
“he loves you, it’s secret, don’t tell him I told you.”
you see, someone told me
that you still loved me
did someone really tell me?
that you still loved me
well, could that be possible?
i’m told that our lives aren’t worth much
passing in an instant, like wilting roses
i’m told that time slipping by is a bastard
making its coat of our sadnesses
that you still loved me
someone told me…
that you still loved me.
well? could that be possible?
Friday, January 14, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
cookie?
today, i met a friendly stranger who lives in the same block as me.
in a HDB block as old as mine (that's about 3-decades), situated in a less-than-prime area (apparently being in close proximity to an awesome 24-hour prata house doesn't count), you get, to loosely categorize, two kinds of neighbors: first-hand owners who have lived here almost half their lives, and temporary tenants who change hands faster than you can sneeze, the latter more often than not using their rooms as a furniture storage solution as they make their transition to a (presumably) nicer house somewhere. so when i step into the elevator, chances are i'll either meet a neighbor i've known my whole life, or a complete stranger who has little motivation to make acquaintances with.
oh, on that note, there are some old neighbors who have this permanent scowl etched on their faces, you know, the kind your parents threaten you with when you're small and you threw a tantrum about something you can't remember now, but that's another story altogether.
so anyway, i was walking home today when i realized this earphone-wearng dude was taking the same route as me, munching on Marie biscuits from a plastic bag, and as we stepped into the elevator he took out a biscuit and gave it to me.
what a funny way to say hi.
in a HDB block as old as mine (that's about 3-decades), situated in a less-than-prime area (apparently being in close proximity to an awesome 24-hour prata house doesn't count), you get, to loosely categorize, two kinds of neighbors: first-hand owners who have lived here almost half their lives, and temporary tenants who change hands faster than you can sneeze, the latter more often than not using their rooms as a furniture storage solution as they make their transition to a (presumably) nicer house somewhere. so when i step into the elevator, chances are i'll either meet a neighbor i've known my whole life, or a complete stranger who has little motivation to make acquaintances with.
oh, on that note, there are some old neighbors who have this permanent scowl etched on their faces, you know, the kind your parents threaten you with when you're small and you threw a tantrum about something you can't remember now, but that's another story altogether.
so anyway, i was walking home today when i realized this earphone-wearng dude was taking the same route as me, munching on Marie biscuits from a plastic bag, and as we stepped into the elevator he took out a biscuit and gave it to me.
what a funny way to say hi.
Monday, January 3, 2011
heck, but i'll take it
alright. so i've been delaying this blog post, and for reasons more compelled by self-imposed tradition than common sensibilities and procrastination. you see, for reasons that are no longer reasons because they cease to make sense to me, i am entrenched with the idea that the first blog post of the year has to stay fairly true to topics of new year resolutions, positivity and general feel-goodness. and i, for one, have yet to find anything good to say.
i read it somewhere that positivism runs in the human genetic code. in the time when our Darwinian ancestors were hunter-gatherers, this optimistic spark played a crucial crux in motivating them to greater efforts the next day after an unsuccessful day of hunting. call it a convenient justification, or Mother Nature's idea of a joke, or anything, and uh i think i am digressing.
anyway, there will be no new year resolutions this year (unless it can guiltlessly incorporate video games, comics, and free expression), nor will there be any reflections about the previous. i've decided that my life is about living, not a series of decade-long business plans to increase efficiency, or a report card to reflect upon past performance, good or bad.
carpe diem.
p.s. this is a demotivating poster. i find it more motivating than motivational ones.
i read it somewhere that positivism runs in the human genetic code. in the time when our Darwinian ancestors were hunter-gatherers, this optimistic spark played a crucial crux in motivating them to greater efforts the next day after an unsuccessful day of hunting. call it a convenient justification, or Mother Nature's idea of a joke, or anything, and uh i think i am digressing.
anyway, there will be no new year resolutions this year (unless it can guiltlessly incorporate video games, comics, and free expression), nor will there be any reflections about the previous. i've decided that my life is about living, not a series of decade-long business plans to increase efficiency, or a report card to reflect upon past performance, good or bad.
carpe diem.
p.s. this is a demotivating poster. i find it more motivating than motivational ones.
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