Sunday, August 9, 2009 at 08:10 p.m.

Renegades.

Look through a twisted kaleidoscope, what do you think you'd see? A messy blizzard of colours? or A perfectly painted picture with a marvelous array of colours?

Well, it's subject to perception I guess.. (:
Or otherwise, even the messiest situation has a sweet secret being eclipsed.

Of late, I've been feeling rather horrible cause I'm down with a premonition of a damn bad flu!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009 at 12:50 a.m.

Systems Online.

Finally I have my internet back.
I felt so helpless last month! HAHA.
Ok.. I'm pretty busy with tuts right now so I'll just make this a quick one!

I saw something really interesting today that left me pondering a little..

"Dream as if you're living FOREVER. Live as if each day is your LAST."

Friday, July 17, 2009 at 11:01 p.m.

Cracked Lips and Cold Water.

The cloudy skies overshadowed the town,
With cold winds blowing at forces that bend trees.
Empty streets I ran down,
In nothing but shorts and a singlet.
In the harsh cold weather,
My feet were light
My soul felt emancipated.
I ran a short distance of 7-8km easily.
But I felt this burden my heart was carrying,
It was bold yet cumbersome.
I knew, I was carrying memories of you with me everywhere I go..
But it isn't a bad thing,
It isn't slowing me down,
In fact I was running faster and faster each time.
Simply shows how it's slowly and subtly moulding me into a stronger person.

Adapting to a whole new surrounding has been facile for me I would say.
However it is without a doubt that many times I feel very very handcuffed that I am powerless to do the things I want to and am able to do back home.
Of course, the simpliest being - giving you a hug. (:

Again, even heroes do have the right to bleed too don't they.. But then, being able to see ir or nt remains as another unresolved charade.

Or is it another case where,
There are no more heroes, Only angels live.

I've come to realise too,
Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extends.
For a crowd doesn't mean company, and faces are but a gallery of animated pictures, and talk is but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
imissyou.

Thursday, July 16, 2009 at 11:44 p.m.

Portable Heaters and Cold Winds.

Ok. Officially, orientation week has started.
I have been kept rather occupied with chores and doing random stuff here and there..
By the time I know it, it's already god knows what time already! Haha..
So I reckon I should update my blog a little!

HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLO ALL!

TRINITY COLLEGE.

Tadah! Not too bad eh? (:

Saturday, July 11, 2009 at 01:08 a.m.

With My Bagpack, I Walk Away.

To my own incredulity, what seemed to be 10 months became 10 hours.
Then it was as if time itself dexterously changed into 10mins.
Well, if only it stopped at that moment, BUT NO.. it became 10secs.

How can I ever forget him with his favourite softtoy too..



"royroy, im so sorry i din get to say a proper goodbye.. i really got too caught up. pls dont angryface me. i miss you ):"

when the streetlights are shining like stars, fly me off to where you are beyond the distant star, i wish upon tonight to see you smile, if only for awhile - to know you're there. a breathe away's not far to where you are.
sometimes i do find myself in positions where i wanna say more stuff than my brain thinks.. but often i end up being tonguetied.
but again, i guess there are times were even though there are no words, or no way to speak. you can still hear me loud and clear.
and i believe that angels breathe..
you, of all, should know what i mean (:

Sunday, June 28, 2009 at 05:33 p.m.

The Smiles Of A Piece Of Paper.

Life for me has returned to it's breakneck state.
Ever since returning from Bhutan things in SG seemed so much faster and everywhere looks so crowded to me.

Though I prolly learnt to take things slowly and calm down more now, the fact that I can totally count the number of days left with my fingers still leaves me overwhelmed.
I have left every single moment left here to those so close to me. Those who I feel as if the only differences between us is our blood.

I worked at my last (INTOeProjects) event today. It was a family day as usual but today, the whole event seemed very scattered to me. It was a very small scale project today so maybe thats why there wasn't much of family-ness too. HAHA. But well, that's besides the point. I just hope my "family" doesnt get scattered with my absence though! (:
Welll.. I decided to spend some time at home to start to sort stuff out and pack a little by a little.. So I just decided to come home early after work instead of staying out. This way, Mum and Dad won't keep scolding me for going out all the time. But guess what, when I'm finally home now.. No one is anywhere to be seen! Actually that is usually the case every week but somehow it got to me today lol..
So as usual, I ended up spending some quality time with the best companion I can ever beg for in my life.

yes. royroy. (:

Wednesday, June 24, 2009 at 05:41 a.m.

Memoirs Of The Land Of The Thunder Dragon.

Bhutan, a.k.a. the mystical land with its rich history and culture.
From certain angles, you'll find yourself admiring the misty mountains and watch as they reveal the grand sunrays protruding from beyond the clouds.
The shining sun is blinding to the eye.
However, the relentless blowing of the cool crisp wind leaves one feeling comfortable in the day and cold at night.
Obviously, it would be a common sight to see everyone's hair flying in its own unique mess!
Everywhere you go, all you have to do is to tilt your head towards the skies and you will never fail to see a painting of fluffy white clouds on a clear blue background.
You'll also see additional intricate drawings of vast green hills as well as scattered buildings placed along the terraces.

In their towns, even a simple act of sitting by the roadside brings serenity in a weird way.
The facial expressions of the locals, especially the kids, are so geniune that it is unnecessary to even converse with them to hear their heart's songs.
It is ever so common to see how two kids holding hands, running across the roads while avoiding cars can also bring so much joy and laughter to them.
Just like how we often see a playground at every corner, for Bhutanese, that "playground" is a carem board.
So i believe that comprises of their childhood memories.

Only a handful get to experience the joys of playing soccer or basketball in an old handmade court.
Even so, the other kids are not seen to be envious of those who are actually better off.
Instead they made the best out of what they could.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009 at 02:58 p.m.

Spanish Lullabies.

Currently, I guess my dreams are taking place during other people's waking.. That is how I see the serenity of the night, appreciating all the silence it exudes. But again, just like a double-edged sword that same silence brings both pulchritude and solitude.
At one end, I am treasuring every moment that's left over here. But, again I can't seem to stop thinking of the day that I'll have to pack up and leave everything behind.

It's ok I guess. Figure it out somehow. (:

Hectic weeks gone by and another one is yet to come.
I will be flying off to Bhutan for a short holiday hopefully to take my mind off all these crap about leaving and just inhale all the peace and seclusion the place has to offer.
I was thinking about it and I think i really really wanna climb Mt. Everest some day haha! That would prolly have to go on my bucket list! The adventure of a lifetime I swear. Ok ok.. Why not let me present to you the adventures I want to experience.

BEHOLD

Sunday, June 14, 2009 at 01:07 a.m.

Let The Turbines Spinn.

Imagination equals nostalgia for the past, the absent; it is the liquid solution in which art develops the snapshots of my "reality"


That legendary day is really nearing very very soon.
Somehow all the wistful thoughts have already been racing up and down the lanes in my mind.
Everything that I start to hold dear to me seems to be slowly floating away from my grasp.
Previously I have been counting down from 12 weeks to 10 weeks and so on..
But for now, I might just be able to even count the days, maybe hours and if I am so goddamned bored I could even start counting the seconds left.

Previously life seemed so adventurous for me as I conveniently abused it's serenity as a very good distraction from life's afflictions.
Just to mention a few, there was the inpromtu JB go-karting trip, the risky wager on LONGJIE, the virgin expedition on the superstar virgo and the huats from pontoon! (Joyce FTW huh! haha!), the cheap thrills from drifting the car, the occasional high feeling from binge drinking.. Blablabla.. These were too adrenaline pumping that even the usually "happenning" things started to seem platitudinous and dull.
New people I meet along the way started to make me treasure what I might have omitted in the past. That side of life where things are nice and simple. Small random acts of care and concern do still surface heartfelt smiles from within.

oh wells.. like always, I'll still smile and find my own way, my own way (: kudos to that!

Anyways, I have finally gotten a few things struck off my wishlist!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009 at 02:44 a.m.

Dreams.

The day writes itself onpapre as the hours unravel into the distance. How do I even explain where i am going? A straight unknowable road with the randomness of an occasional tree, the clear cryptic air and horizon? Freedom, and crossroads; beginnings and endings. The signposts of life as it is unlearning what you always thought they knew. All tht needs to be said disappears like vapour as simply as the sun sets today and rises again tml.

Life can only be understood backwards. It has to be lived forward. (:

Friday, February 6, 2009 at 08:40 p.m.

The Silence.

You see her, quiet as a cat.
Curled into herself. Eyes soft
like feline paws. Closed, clawless
and keeping the breast from shivering.

Nothing emanates. Not even sadness.
It is then, that you realize, with
wonder, that certain people learn
to cry so bloody silently.