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Chin up

Yen — Wed, 05 May 2010 19:18:45 +0000

It was one of those spur of the moments tactlessness. What was supposed to be thoroughly thought, turned out to be a blunder. Time to gauge the severity of the damage done. The humble pie has never been tastier this time round but somehow, I wonder how many glasses of water will suffice to wash them down. Especially when they felt like rocks at first bite.

Under water

admin — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 20:24:02 +0000

Alright folks, I’ve been missing in action for almost a month. This blog is like reeking of neglect and has been starting collecting e-dust for some time. Despite my resolution to write more often here (God knows how many drafts I’ve saved which I think will never see daylight), I still couldn’t find the time to really sit down and truly devote myself to write a decent post (speak, something worth reading) . I’m sort of functioning on auto-pilot mode lately. It’s been work, piano, and more work, for the past few weeks. Sometimes I do wonder why I’m doing what I’m doing? Perhaps it’s just a phase. Or maybe it’s due to the unforgiving dreary winter that’s been dragging on since forever that I seek refuge in work and hibernate? Whatever it is, I know one thing for sure, I miss sunshine.

On a side note, I swear I didn’t notice before writing this post that I had the same sentiment exactly on this date, a year ago. What a coincidence .

The fleeting stranger

Yen — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 11:52:24 +0000

Eyes heavy with sleep. A body languid with exhaustion. The incessant chatter in the mind was relentless, holding it hostage, refusing to back-off, passing uninvited running commentaries. Fueled by the subconsciousness that was willing it to continue. Like a hypnotised observer, watching snippets of moments that flashed by, played on an endless roll of film sweetened by the various tunes that was stuck in the head for days. Threading dangerous waters on rickety crutches. Somewhere out there, a clock chimed two. I cringed. Oh, sleep, you capricious stranger, where were you?

Still alive and kicking

Yen — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 19:36:40 +0000

Just in case you’ve been wondering what I’ve been up to lately, here’s a short update. Absolutely nothing. I’ve been feeling black and blue lately. Despite my determination to not let the depressive weather get to me, somehow, the invincible long-reaching-fingers of lady winter still manage to catch up with me, my wall of willpower is starting to show some ugly cracks, threatening to crumble anytime soon if left unattended any longer. I have a feeling winter seems to drag on forever and there are way too many days in February.

My very own dumpster

Yen — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 19:24:52 +0000

Once in awhile, I’ll check the emotional drawer whether it is too full with unsent letters or crumpled messages, some forgotten and some purposely neglected, all cramped together within that limited space until it can hold no more.

Then when the time comes, I’ll dump e v e r y t h i n g out from the drawer into my personal dumpster until the drawer is clean again. The thing I love about my very own dumpster is that it’ll just absorb everything I chuck into it, without being whiny, not a complain, criticism or a protest.

It feels so good to have the drawer empty, again. Perhaps just in time to be opened once more, to have another piece of badly scrawled letter being chucked in.

I love my dumpster.

All but a facade

Yen — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 18:36:23 +0000

Sometimes it’s so easy to be fooled into believing the obvious. Perhaps it’s easier to not think too much. Things may not appear as simple as they are. They might be pretty and perfect on the outside.
But when you walk closer and scrutinize it again, you might be taken by surprise by what lies behind the surface. Sometimes you see ugly things that you wish you wouldn’t have to uncover.However now that you’ve discovered that there’s another side to things, do you choose ignorance over your new found awareness?