16.3.10
Such Great Heights.
I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and
When we kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us into
Corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
From the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this
That catch my troubled head
When you're away, when I am missing you to death
When you were out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home
They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay
I've tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat
Sounded thin upon listening
That frankly will not fly
You will hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home
They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll say...
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Awesome song from Garden State.
And here I end off with a quote.
"Fuck, this hurts so much." I know it hurts. That's life. If nothing else, It's life. It’s real, and sometimes it fuckin’ hurts, but it's sort of all we have."
i fluttered by;
7:03 PM
30.12.09
The Summer Stint.
Zhen's usual visit upon touchdown :))
100% attendance for the first impromptu ECG gathering the day I touched down :)
Team:MED errands.
Tshirt designing.
Pan-fried meesua at the prawn farm in Bishan.
House of Seafood.
Church, awesomest Raffles Creamery and Thai food and a Vivo walkabout :))
A clark quay belated birthday celebration :)
Flight frantic.
Bodyworlds and being silly at the Singapore Science Centre.
Overrated Il Lido.
District 10 and coloured flames.
Packed food for the stay-at-home boy and feeling like the lightbulb at The Buffet.
Tennis, Ding Tai Feng, TWG [which totally ruined my tennis] and Da-gu's 70th birthday at Hua Ting [which ruined it further].
Avatar.
Cafe Iguana with the OCF peeps.
Tagging christmas gifts from Aussieland.
Church, 'good' western food [which I should have trusted my gut and not eat], the Wii and Dempsey.
Oriole Cafe :)
A Zhen-y gaigai.
Wagyu karubi at Vivocity :) [karubi: a little bite of heaven melting in your mouth, trust me!]
Mandarin Oriental macarons [officially better than the Canele ones, which IMO are the best commercial ones].
Last minute christmas cards and handmade ECG parcels :)
Hanoi and it's funny signboards.
The whole family missing local delights and rushing to chompchomp once we touched down.
Bathing Bella.
A homely BBQ and girltalk :)
More errands.
The Mega McSpicy challenge.
Sherlock Holmes.
Tennis.
Tennis.
Mum's imitation frog-leg porridge.
Si Chuan Dou Hua at the 60th floor of the UOB Building 1 [which houses a Salvador Dali sculpture!], SGX and Lau Pa Sat Char Kway Teow.
My teacherly spectacles.
Tshirt collection.
Stayover turned PS Cafe Palais.
i fluttered by;
12:10 PM
10.12.09
Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
i fluttered by;
1:53 AM
16.10.09
Dreams.
All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.
-D.H. Lawrence
[Acknowledgements: Nicole's FB]
i fluttered by;
1:33 PM
28.9.09
Pheromones.
"When we smell another's body, it is that body that we are breathing in through our mouth and nose, that we possess instantly, as it were in its most secret substance, its own nature. Once inhaled, the smell is the fusion of the other's body and my own." -Jean-Paul Sartre
i fluttered by;
11:21 PM
12.8.09
Walking Her Home by Mark Schultz.
Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call
Her dad said son
Have her home on time
And promise me you’ll never leave her side
He took her to a show in town
And he was ten feet off the ground
He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
Down that old road
With the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home
Ten more years and a waiting room
At half past one
And the doctor said come in and meet your son
His knees went weak
When he saw his wife
She was smiling as she said he’s got your eyes
And as she slept he held her tight
His mind went back to that first night
He walked her through the best days of her life
Sixty years together and he never left her side
A nursing home
At eighty-five
And the doctor said it could be her last night
And the nurse said Oh
Should we tell him now
Or should he wait until the morning to find out
But when they checked her room that night
He was laying by her side
Oh he was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled when he said this is not the end
And just for a while they were eighteen
And she was still more beautiful to him than anything
He was walking her home
He was walking her home
Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call
i fluttered by;
3:35 PM
If the beatitudes were written today, they might look something like this:
Blessed are the rich,
for they need not worry about money.
Blessed are the famous,
for the world is their oyster.
Blessed are the popular,
for they will never know what it is like to be truly alone.
Blessed are those with good looks,
for the world is undeniably superficial.
Blessed are the talented,
for their paths are laid out for them.
Blessed are the skinny,
for they can eat whatever they like.
Blessed are those who know what they're doing with their lives,
for the most part of us don't.
It's sad, but it's true isn't it? All of us pursue those attributes, the world has taught us to look up to those attributes. And admittedly, those attributes aren't bad - they are positive characteristics; they are definitely not a crime to possess. However, the Bible does ask us to search deeper. Here's what it says:
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called sons of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Now who can feel blessed despite being poor in spirit? Who can feel blessed in spite of their mourning? It's a tough call, but it is possible with God's love.
i fluttered by;
1:43 PM
27.4.09
Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek.
Digital songs are actually not too bad at all :)
i fluttered by;
12:27 AM