Lost: Confession of a Simple Mind

When the Prince Arrives

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 03:11:00 +0000

You know you're an important person when everybody falls and gets busy around you when you arrived for the day. You also know you're an important person when you can stroll in, in the middle of a fine dining event and everybody would quickly get up to show you to the table, bow to you, and even give up their seats for you when they're in the middle of their food.

The difference between the two is that the first see you as a person. They are grateful for the things you've done for them and they do show that they care. The latter expects you to do it for them and has no reservation about receiving it despite the kind of drama you've to go through in doing it. With a high nose pointing up, he can't see people around him.

A prince always has an aura in him that draws people to himself. It makes him extra attractive and charming for no obvious reason actually. Sometimes you think it would be nice to be in the prince's family but reality stinks more than you can dream of.

David cook

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Sun, 11 May 2008 01:10:00 +0000

I love American Idol. Never miss a season of it. Granted, running at season 7 now, the talents seem to be running dry. Nontheless, there will always be two contestants in every season who will stand out. One is the all talented, sings beautifully, highly popular from the start, promising winner. Examples of such are Carrie Underwood, Kelly Clarkson and the likes of them. The other is what we call the Underdog. Didn't attract as much attention in the beginning, a little vulnerable from being eliminated but definitely stood the test of pressure and tension. Cooked under such squashing pressure boilings forth the true hidden talent and the tenacity to perform their best and most of all to impress the sexy, witty, proud, all-knowing singing expert Simon Cowell. Carly Smithson did it well when she finally got 'the best performance of the night' from Simon, she rushed to the the band behind and pull out a turquoise t-shirt that says 'Simon loves me.. (this week)'. How cute!

I always love the underdogs because when they shine, they're brighter than any winning star. Excellent illustrations are Clay Aiken from season 2 and the intense hunk this season, David Cook. David blew me away with that haunting voice. Goodness, I'm always excited to watch him perform because he's able to make every song he sings, his own. It doesn't matter anymore if he wins Idol or not, he's definitely going to the studios and cut his first debut album and sell it like Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Because not only did he stood out, he stood out and shine by A mighty mile!
Watch below for my favourite of his performance. Notice his eyes were glistening with tears when he finished. Apparently his brother Andrew Cook is battling with cancer in the hospital and he's probably singing for him, thinking about him. Big man's tears.

Here's me 'auditioning' for AI in New York.

Hong Kong 21 - 23 April

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Fri, 02 May 2008 05:31:00 +0000

Amazing Grace (My chains are gone)

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 01:36:00 +0000

"Amazing Grace," Chris Tomlin
Uploaded by TheClemster

Riddle Me This

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 05:31:00 +0000

Whoever makes it, tells it not.

Whoever takes it, knows it not.

And whoever knows it wants it not.

One Dollar

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 02:06:00 +0000

"Sir, you want shawl? You can buy for your girlfriend. Only one dollar."

"You buy from me please sir, only one dollar."

"Ok, maybe later you buy from me, madam? What's your name madam? I'll remember you."

Cambodia is a country where people live by a dollar a day, or slightly more than a dollar a day. It saddens me to see kids running around naked, babies hungry, asking for a dollar. Cambodia has a sad history of continuously being invaded and robbed by Siams and Vietnam. In the ancient kingdom of Cambodia, the Khmer kingdom, they were once rich and powerful. Kings built magnificent temples for themselves, self-glorification. It's like a competition, a way of comparing how powerful a king is by building bigger more beautiful temples than the kings before. These temples are as old as 10th to 12th centuries.
The state-of-art in design and carvings on stone is comparable to the Chinese. They are advance in their time. As much as I totally repel against Hinduism and Buddhism, I must say these temples are beautiful. Below is the temple, made more famous by Angelina Jolie when she filmed Tomb Raider there. It amazing how gigantic banyan tree grew on top of the ruins of the temples, as if signifying something. Many of the statues and carvings on the temples were stolen, with the heads chopped off. The were stolen as antique to Thailand especially. Outside the Chinese, this is another national which suffers humiliation to the core.

Wedding dresses and WMD

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 02:21:00 +0000

I used to love weddings. Catching up with old friends, great food, beautiful bride, just the joy of the whole event. Until about 3 years ago, I still like weddings. I like attending my peers' wedding because they're my friends. I'm sincerely happy for them. It's also a great opportunity to catch up with old time friends, people whom you soon realise you only see them on two occasions - weddings and funerals.

Quite recently, I've begun to hate going for weddings. In fact, I found myself consciously or unconsciously, finding excuses for not being able to attend weddings.

"I'm working on that day but congrats anyway."
"Oh, It's a little too early for me. I might not be able to make it. I'll try my best." "It's too late for me. I've something on in the evening."
"The church's too far from my house."
"My pocket's tight this month."
"I totally forgot about it!"

I've a whole list of excuses. If you're reading this and you've ever invited me but I've not turned up for your wedding, please forgive me.

I mean, the food sucks, and after a while, it's the same old people bringing new partners to the wedding and the conversation always revolves around these questions:

"So, how are you?"
"Where are you working now?"
"When's your turn to get married?"

What was I thinking, 'great food', 'catching up'??
Perhaps, the truth is, you see people around you moving on with their lives. While you're genuinely happy for them, you lacked creative answers for yourself. So I stopped going to some good friends' weddings which now I wished I had been.

Jane was asked in the movie 27 dresses, what's your favourite part of a wedding? Her answer strikes a cord with me.

"It's when the door swung open and the bride starts to enter the church with her dad. When everybody's looking at the bride, you see the glow in the groom's eyes, almost with tears, when he looks at his bride. You see love in his eyes."

I've seen it many times. And everytime I see it I cried too. It's just more than words. In a weird way, it's like learning something new about the the groom, my friend, that day.

Anyway, the world is bigger than weddings. The truth is out. Saddam Hussein did not hold any weapon of mass destruction. He confessed it before he was hanged. He put up this false impression of being powerfully empowered with WDM to instill fears to his neighbours but he miscalculated George Bush. Now we know the truth about war. B was right. It was about oil. How many lives does it take to prove a point?

Who cares about weddings anyway? Let's just thank God there's no WMD.

Friends

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 05:52:00 +0000

One of the things I gave thanks in 2007 is for the people who remembered to wish me Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and Happy Birthday. I still am, thankful for these friends. I received 2 similar messages over msn this morning, from friends thanking me for 'being in their life'. hey... that wiped off my suicidal thoughts this morning.

1 Jan 2008

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 09:55:00 +0000

I like first of January. It's always the mos beautiful day of the year.

Happy new year everybody. Great expectation ahead.

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 13:53:00 +0000

It was Spring, but it was Summer I wanted-
The warm days and the great outdoors.
It was Summer, but it was Autumn I wanted-
The colourful leaves and the cool dry air.
It was Autumn, but it was Winter I wanted-
The beautiful snow and the joy of the holiday season.
It was Winter, but it was spring I wanted-
The warmth and the blossoming of nature.

I was a child, but it was adulthood I wanted-
The freedom and the respect.
I was 20, but it was 30 I wanted-
To be mature and sophisticated.
I was middle-aged, but it was 20 I wanted-
The youth and the free spirit.
I was retired, but it was middle-age I wanted-
The presence of mind, without limitations.
Then my life was over, and I never got what I wanted.

-Jason Lehman

10 Things to give thanks in 2007

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Tue, 25 Dec 2007 03:00:00 +0000

Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;
Sing praises on the harp to our God
Who covers the heavens with clouds,
Who prepares rain for the earth ,
Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.
He gives to the beast its food,
And to the young ravens that cry.

He does not delight in the strength of the horse;
He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
The LORD takes pleasure in those who fear Him,
In those who hope in His mercy.
Psalm 147:7-11

This was a paragraph from QT this morning. Aptly so, I should praise and give thanks for this year. Below are 10 things I can recall at this moment. There're defintely more things to be thankful for. The list is in no order of importance or priority. I'm equally thankful for all things.

1. Thank God for enabling me to successfully attain my driving license after 5 hard tries. I must have spent a bomb getting my license. Ok, admittedly i'm slow with handling big machines. B also helped me to improve driving by throwing me a kangoon, leaving me to drive it home from orchard. Don't ask me how I ended up in little india when i stay in the other side of the island. Thank God for my brother who came to my rescue, picking me up at shell station. The next few nights we manage to drive around town. Was pretty fun. Thank God for His protection and journey mercy when i was on the road. I freak out. B said "You must go experience life. Cannot always be a baby, no?" This must have been marked as a certain milestone in one's life's experience chart.

2. As much as i'm annoyed by handphones ringing and sms, I like to thank friends who remembered to wish me merry christmas, happy new year and happy birthday throughout the year. You're much appreciated. You remind me i'm still around.

3. I'm always very blessed to be able to take long holidays since i started work. I did a summer tour in the states this year. Was quite an exerience, tho' i did not share much with anybody. Drivng across the states, living with our luggages and microwave packed in our car, packing our lunch and dinner from town to town. Driving through the beautiful parkway with the paranomic view, meeting insteresting people along the way. Trekking the mountains, having a 'nearly fall off the cliff experience'. The mountain top experience is beyond words. I only hope I can eternally capture the image of being on top in the midst of the condensing clouds.

4. I'm glad I finally started this blog. Have been wanting to do this for a while. And I've wanted to do this post since the first thing I woke up this morning. A friend commented that she's glad I started my blog. She said "You're so much more than what you appeared to be."

5. Thank God for His faithfulness, listening and answering my prayers. Thank God for His ever presence in my life and providing everything I ever needed. Thank you for improving my economic situation this year. Enuff said.

6. Thank God for my baptism last dec. I finally have broken free and able to stand up for Jesus. Thank God for my church and cell which I can settle down in. Though I'm still trying to adjust and grow in this previlege position.

7. Thank God for the big and small things this year. For good health, still able to work even when under the weather. Managed to pick up rock climbing, missioned to bintan, first trip with good friends to Thailand, wisdom and knowledge in what I need to know, new friends made, the courage to face depressing and discouraging challenges.

8. Thank God for assembling my family back together again. Thank God for a home I can even enjoy Saturday afternoon with, especially with Anna - our bundle of joy. Despite only being 5 years old, she's really insightful about life, even philosophical. She's my cheergiver. Soon bro's going over to Australia for the next 10 months. I pray God will protect him the way He protected us here.

9. Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labour of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls-
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.

The Lord God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer's feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills

Habakkuk 3:17-19

There's something I'd wanted this year but have not receive. God's answer is in the above verses. Yes, I'll still rejoice.

10. Above all, I want to thank the Lord for thinking of me and making who I am. Thank you for the cross.

Christmas isn't christmas till it happens in your heart

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 12:33:00 +0000

Christmas has been crazy this year. While the frenzy comes every year and the lightings in Orchard Road tries to live up to its name year after year (if truth be told, it gets uglier each year), I never hated Christmas so much as this year. Contrary to what Christmas appears to be or what people make it out to be- all warm, cozy, lovely, merry, jolly, it's really a lonely, busy, over blown up event. I read in the papers it can be lonely and envious for some because you would always be thinking the other person is having more fun partying than you are. Well, it doesn't matter how many parties you attend or how many presents you received or how many wine dinners you attend. It's a matter of the heart. No matter how lively it's blown up to be, it can still not lift your spirit up to the same level as the season. Sometimes I wonder is the other person truly enjoying the party. Does it match his spirit? I think one of the reason why we don't enjoy it the way we should is because it has lost it's meaning and focus(if it has one to begin with) Instead of celebrating birth of Jesus, reflecting and giving thanks for God's mercy and love and rejoicing in our salvation, we look more for gains for ourselves. Presents, parties, food and wine. These things truly do not satisfy us.

I've never been so busy AND stress by the amount of orders coming in and the work to process and delivering the number of hampers. It's a good sign of course but running through it for the month has been a nightmare.
While we couldn't thank all our customers enough for keeping us so busy this season, here's a word of advice - DO YOUR SHOPPING EARLY! DON'T BE LAST MINUTE AND EXPECT US TO DELIVER ON CHRISTMAS EVE, JUST BEFORE CHRISTMAS FOR YOU.
I mean don't people have better sense? Just because we're 24 hours online doesn't mean we work 24 hours.

I'm so glad D-day is here and will soon be over. Life would be back to normal at least. If there's any consolation to this, I bought myself a new toy - my new mac book. Spending my Christmas playing with mac sound pretty cool to me.

Whether you celebrate Christmas OR not, or if you are part of the crowd lost in the frenzy of this holiday season, have a happy holiday and jolly christmas. And remember to give thanks for the blessing you received this year.

Give Thanks

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Fri, 14 Dec 2007 07:12:00 +0000

The photo is the 'Pulitzer prize' winning photo taken in 1994 during the Sudan famine. The picture depicts a famine stricken child crawling towards an United Nations food camp, located a kilometer away.

The vulture is waiting for the child to die so that it can eat it. This picture shocked the whole world. No one knows what happened to the child, including the photographer Kevin Carter who left the place as soon as the photograph was taken.

Three months later he committed suicide due to depression.

Jon's friend

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 04:52:00 +0000

My goodness! Call me old-school but this still comes shocking to me. People do things to release themselves from loneliness especially when you're out of town for a while. That's fine. What became clear to me was what man do to quit boredom. I mean I already know what some would do but when it came real life before you, it's still surprising. I guess you see how disputable the character of a person can be. Beneath the 'good boy' facade, comes a corroded character. I wonder if TGG would do the same where he is. As much as I like to believe otherwise, the truth is, I would never know.

"Your company has this F guy, quite good looking one is it? He's a S guy rite?"

"Yea. He's new."

"I saw him at Taka last weekend with this girl. That's his girl friend is it?"

"Yea. I think so. He has a girlfriend here."

"She big rite? Tall and big-size."

"Big size? No she's slim. Then it's not her. Are you sure it's him?"

"Yea. This guy I can recognise him. They were very intimate."

"Maybe they're just friends. He's F you know, they don't behave like we do."

"No. It's more than just friends. It's not what normal friends would do to each other."

There's just this thing about F, you know in your guts you can't trust them. Granted, they're well-mannered, humourous, gallant gentlemen but there's just something about them or their profession that makes them untrustworthy. When he says he's for real, don't buy it. Whatever, thank God I didn't fall for it. Anyway, while i couldn't be more bothered by what they do, I wish I can be just known as Jon's friend.

Land of a thousand smiles

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Sat, 17 Nov 2007 06:41:00 +0000

Here's what I learnt reccently; going to Thailand can be considered exotic to some people. It may be true in some sense, I mean I'm sure the land has alot to show of its exotism, just that Bangkok was a little....well, less than expected. When we first touched down, I'd expected warm friendly smiles greeting us at the airport. What we received was however, a rather hostile custom check. I couldn't help but wonder was that a repercussion of a political tension between Singapore and Thailand. You know, i get sensitive about these things. If you really hate someone to the extend of burning their national flag, could you possibly put behind that animosity easily even if it's a year ago. Anyway, throughout the trip I became wary not to reveal our national status.
That aside, Bangkok can be a lovely place with beautiful people. I enjoy the cheap taxis rides amidst the heavy traffic jam. Now, we all know how infamous traffic in Bangkok can be. The jam is really something you wouldn't want to be in. Most surprisingly, the drivers especially cab drivers have the most impeccable road manners and superb skills. Never do they horned, cursed(aloud), drive dangerously, overtake unnecessarily, they always have the safety of pedestrian first. I really have to applaud to that. Amazing, with that kind of traffic and hot weather, people have a peaceful and calm nature. This is so unlike China. Expect the unexpected there. Here below is the monument for World War II (I think). At this place, you can find night market, mainly for the locals. They sell food, clothes and stuff. It was also at this place I saw a scene i would never forget. There was this beggar who lost both his limbs crawling on the ground using full strength of his upper torso to manoeuver his way through a crowded, nearly suffocating, defintely fiflty street while pushing his wooden bowl for people to drop in some givings. As a normal person walking full length, i could find it hard to get through the crowded street with a low oxygen level. How can a man possibly crawl through a place like this? how did this man lose his limbs? Who made him do this? Was there a syndicate behind this man's plight? How could a man go to such an extent to beg for money? This is really saddening. More than 10 years ago, there was this infamous kidnapping case of 2 12-years old boys in Singapore. Till this day it remains a mystery. Rumours has it that the boys were crippled and sold to Thailand to be beggars. I wondered if the boys would be doing the same thing as this man. Elephants are highly honoured animals in Thailand. The little jumbo led by man walks through streets getting fed by paying people. What's more their tails are clipped with the luminous red light alerting people of a moving 'vehicle'.

Scotch Tape

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 02:24:00 +0000

Black Hawk Down

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 01:40:00 +0000

I love war movies. There's so much love, brotherhood, intelligence, military jargons and not to mention bloody images in them. But I don't like war, of course.

I'm beginning to see where V is coming from when he said Americans are stupid. V said how Americans trying to force their idea of democracy on others is a foolish idealistic idea.

"It's not possible to conquer the Muslims. It's just the way they are. You've to accept that."

What do you get out of a war?

In one of my last post in july, I was wondering why do men go to war. It was well said in this movie.

"It's all about the man next to you.
And that's all it is. That's all it's about."

I remembered having dinner with this American guy in Pennsylvania last winter. He was then to be sent to Iraq in 2 months time to replenish the US military force there.

"I'm going there so that my brothers and sisters can come home for New Year." That must have echoed what was said in the movie.

My new achievement

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 08:38:00 +0000

This plastic here cost about 3K.

Incredible Tales

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Wed, 26 Sep 2007 03:17:00 +0000

"And you know about the SIA crash incident in Taiwan? They've a story behind it."

"Yeah, many people died. Was it 80 people? It was supposed to fly to LA."

"It was the pilot's fault. He didn't check the route plan beforehand and drive on to the wrong runway. It's so important to check the plan before flying."

"Yea but there's another side of it. The airport has faults too. The lighting was on, on the wrong runway. That misled the pilot. And the crane shouldn't be there in the first place. It's so dangerous to leave the crane on the runway even if it's unused."

"Yea but you know they've a rumour about what happened. You remember the SIA girl who was raped and murdered in LA sometime back?

"Yea, why?"

"It was said that when the accident happened, they quickly do a head count on board. And the crew reported that they saw an extra woman passenger. Wearing red. The crew recognise it was her. You know how the chinese believe after the dead wears red, she's coming back for revenge."

"So they think she caused the accident?"

"So they said."

"No, but the man who murdered her was prosecuted already. He's finished."

"Maybe there are a few others also involved so she come back and finish them."

"Yea maybe."

Adapted from a dinner conversation among four diners on Tuesday 25 September 2007

September

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 10:13:00 +0000

There is this lump of worry and anxiety hanging on my chest, in my throat. Anticipation of what is to come and more importantly the result. Looking forward in September, exciting things to do and learn yet there is fear. When did this oxymoron arrive?

$90 well spent

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Sat, 15 Sep 2007 15:15:00 +0000

Thank God for this beautiful day in Bintan, my first trip to Bintan. First of all, I'm most impress with our Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal. Couldn't believe how modern and high tech it's evolved. From the scanning of tickets to the variety of shops and duty free. We boarded the first ferry in the morning to Tanjong Pinang. It's already packed with people at 8am in the morning. Singaporeans are indeed true to their name. Kiasus, Kia-see and according to my BSF leader, Kia-bo-lui. (If you don't understand this, ask any Singaporean or drop me a line.)

Approximately two hours ride across the sea (i still have no idea what sea it is. Probably South China Sea). Ride was smooth, rocking you to sleep in their air-conditioned cabin. On the deck you find Singaporeans in spagetti and shorts and sunglasses all dress for holidays at the resort.

We arrived there greeted by swarms of taxi drivers offering their services. Fortunately we know better who to choose. The mission for today is to visit village Madong. About an hour drive from the terminal. It's a little fishing village and i mean really little, where everybody knows everybody. We bought rice and milk for the villagers. Insterestingly, these supplements could last them for a month. It really don't cost a lot to keep a village. Why do we, in the city, then work so hard for that meager pay to take the expensive train ride to work, eat the luxrious food we cannot afford, buy the loveliest clothes to keep ourselves happy and maintain a house we hardly stay in? Money could really be better spent on feeding a village.

The kids are beautiful. Long fluffy lashes, big round eyes most adorable smiles. Sometimes it worries me when i see kids not growing up in a preferred condition. Running around bare-footed, don't do English, dirty but happy. Yeah well, at least they are happy unlike us, unhappy overstress city kids. God always has the best plan for every kid.
Bonus from the trip: A silver paper fish from a 10-year-old girl who most desired to learn English.

Sometimes.

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Fri, 14 Sep 2007 09:06:00 +0000

There are people, especially man, who conceals their emotion. Always. More often than not, the more you want to hide, the more obvious it is. Like i said before, you really cannot assume about someone if the person has not allowed you to know him. I mean, I always thought he's only insterested in his business and work. He acts nonchalantly about sensitive issues, about people. He doesn't display emotions generally. Sometimes you hate him for being so stupid and a bully. But when disaster struck, it's silence and paleness and more hiding. Your heart soften and weaken when you see the lost of evil smile, the lost of that familar confidence and arrogrance.

You rather he be happy and hate him than to see him down and lost cos when he's evil, you know you only hate him. When he's pale and aged, you don't know what to do, what to say or feel. I hope he recovers fast. I rather he be boyish and stupid than to be sad and lost.

So long...

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Fri, 14 Sep 2007 03:53:00 +0000

It's been a while since I last post. The long silence is mainly due to lack of materials to write about and partly due to an occupied mind. Now, that's an oxymoron right there. Anyway, I wonder who's reading a blog of someone who doesn't have much life. Chances are, nobody's reading this but i still wonder who are the slightly over hundred readers on this blog. Probably passer-bys who stayed here for 30 seconds. In the words of my favourite blogger, people who read blogs are intelligent people. Yet he doesn't know who would give a s*** about his boring life. Which to me, his life as a bouncer in NYC is a hell lot more eventful than mine. BUT I wouldn't trade the world to be in his place tho'.

Feelin' lethargic lately. The most exciting thing i've done this week that keeps me looking forward is my subscription to National Geographic. wow.. how exciting.
I've only been back to work for 4 months and i'm yearning for a break again. I want to go back to those amazing places in the states with a different temperature and diet. Maybe i should be a photographer with National Geographic. I long to step outside in the wilderness exploring the earth surface than to catch dramas on TV and working on ERP. By the way, Prison break has ended it's season II series and i hate that Michael Scofield is still running and in deeper S*** (excuse my french, been too influenced.) Why can't they just be happily ever after? Now we'll have to wait for season III.

I need to get some excitement, something that makes my heart stir when it come across in my mind. I need to live on the edge. I like this slogan on the t-shirt " Start living on the edge otherwise you are taking too much space."

Here's what my plan for this month:

Bintan this weekend to teach the kids.
On course 1 week on last week of september.
Bangkok end of month.

Talking about living on the edge, how's this for an adventure?

Angry people

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Thu, 30 Aug 2007 10:44:00 +0000

Certain people have an angry character. They go round looking pissed off or gets pissed off by everything else around them. It could be for legitimate reasons, judging how the world has gone dumber each day. I notice angry people have certain similarities. They are usually big. Of a certain built. By that, i mean muscular. They shave their heads most of the time. They frown and look irritated at everything on sight. Amusingly, they still look quite approachable with a look like that. People will still go up to them, which pissed them off even more. They look a little mysterious to you, cos you wonder what pissed them off. Do they even notice you. Strangely, these people have a certain charm about them. No matter how angry they look, you still want to know them.

feelin

noreply@blogger.com (me) — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 08:45:00 +0000

Sometimes you get this funny feeling you can't explain why. It's a kind of anxiety, worried, anticipating feeling. Human, especially women have this sensitivity, in this case, extra sensitivity to the changes in the surrounding and predators approaching. You feel threatened by the changes cos it's not what you're used to or who you are. You wonder what's it like to be on the other side or to be the other person. It makes you think about your life, how different and better it would have been to be the on the other side. You start questioning have you truly live your life or wasting away. Time is not on my side, the older you grow, the more worried you get.

Have been spending recent nights watching this Korean drama till morning, still watching it. It just dawn on me the reality in life. There's possibly no unfailing love and happily ever after. We are so uneducated by fairy tales.