She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
I feel "chased". A time-chase to be exact. It seems like my breaths are getting short, my heartbeats are going fast, time is running out, im nervous and anxious and i just cant seem to shake of this feeling of being in a race with time. A race that i am very sure i am losing. I dont know why i am feeling this way. My fingers flew across the keyboard th at i am barely touching (for i am typing in turbo speed!), I looked at the clock and it seems to be moving so much faster than the actual time, making me wonder am i really late or did the clock somehow just went cranky and decided to move abit faster. Im quite convinced that im losing it and really, it's time for a break.
Last night, my mum asked me 'why did i cut my hair so ugly?' (Note: These were her exact words) She was referring to my shorter-than-ever fringe which looks abit chewed off at the end. I answered her with my muted silence and a BIG frown. I have absolutely no explanation to that, coz i find it was ugly enough for her to comment. As usual, i can only attribute such disastrous results to my over-spontaneous' actions and (1) NO, i DIDNT cut my fringe myself (contrary to what YIN and LYN would think) (2) Please let my fringe grows faster! (3) SIGHS.
Anyway, I have been busy the past few days, and making new discoveries. I may be outdated (pardon me pls) but Jaslyn recommended this website scrapblog.com and it allows me to does wonderful stuff to create beautiful pictures. Result? I spend the whole day glued to my pc. 2ndly, last Thursday was a day of new discoveries. During the day, i took some nice pics of this place i found near the riverside and discovered a cosy corner nearby. The cosy corner which i ended up escaping at is called 'The Book Cafe'. Evening, i met up with my dear friends (Julie, Phoebe & Yilin) and we discovered this new drinking/chill-out place that mesmerize us so. Tucked in a quiet corner of Chinatown, it has just been opened for a month! It's relaxing ambience and lack of crowd appeals to us much, much and so much!Below are some of my latest 2 discoveries... so Enjoyz!
PS: Sorry grls, i will upload the photos and send it to you by email, below are scrapblog collections if you dont mind getting first. Hee.
Forgotten building (back) such beautiful structure... & the cosy Book Cafe~
Satisfying cravings @ Qun Zhong - My fave Xiao Long Bao shop. YumYum..
I realised as usual that i have been slow in updating my blog. Well, this blog pays tribute to the movie that i watched last Sat with dear Jaslyn as well as the SAD songs that accompanied us thoughout the movie and after (when we were busy singing all the SAD songs in KTV).
About 12 Lotus (Excerpt from Golden Village) '12 LOTUS tells the story of a singer and the heartless men in her life who use and abuse her. Spanning over 1980s, 1990s till the present day, this film will play out against the backdrop of poignant hokkien songs, which will touch audience with their resonance with the lead character.'
For those who have no idea what movie '12 Lotus' is, well... it's a local production which depicts a sad life (that had not won my sympathy, on the contrary, i was baffled) of a stage singer. This movie is shown at a timely period since this is the 7th Lunar Month whereby the annual stage singers get a chance to perform. I didnt really like the movie because it was a sad and angry movie and at the same time, i just cant seem to feel sad/sympathy. Such tragedies leave me feeling resigned that such is life and what's the point of showing the movie huh? Hmm.. i guess that's the cynical part of me speaking.
About Sad songs On a lighter note though, Jaslyn and I proceeded on to KTV and whilst my dear friend went ahead to choose the saddest, most heartbreaking 'tear- jerkers', i found myself following suit shortly. Later, i enlightened my friend that i just could not choose the happy songs coz those songs will make me sadder still. Whilst dear Jaslyn tries to dissolve her emotions in the SAD songs, i found myself escaping with the SAD songs. An irony indeed. It's a weird night but well, here's a momento of the night.
Sorry for the delay but below are some flowers that i created for your perusal. The flowers for the you-know-what. Let me know before we go to your place which you would prefer so that i can bring the necessary, ok? Girls, we are all gonna have some wedding prep fun!
Life is boring and at a standstill now (for me) so let's find some spices!Do let me know if you are interested in watching any of the movies and let's go on a Date, yea? I personally wants to watch 'The Sound of Music'.. but the rest looks good as well.
Visit the Singapore National Museum website (www.nationalmuseum.sg) for more information or just give me a call!
I guess many people does relate to the following poem in one ways or another.. Terrible place to be, isnt it? To have to live in this hard world and not be able to show your true self and that makes one think: Why is that so? It's so true though... Showing the smile and faking the laugh. Im guilty of it so often, mayhaps there will come a day whereby I can smile and laugh openly and genuinely, just like i used to.
Show the smile, fake the laugh hide the real tears behind the false mask once a bright person, once very smart once very creative, or so until the pain began to start
now she stares out the window watching the rain pour by drops streak down the pane reminding her of the tears she cries she wants to leave, she so wants to be free wants to dance in the rain, wants everyone to see
razorblades and crimson blood danced in the rain, now laying in the mud finally had fun, noticed nobody cares her high evaporated, and returns her fears
wishes on pixey dust and fairy lights hopes for good dreams that show shes alright but crushing all her wishes, nothing magical came nothing to return her to how she was, poor girl feels such shame
she's still there sitting at the window only thing keeping her company is her tightly held pillow the pillow who has been with her through all her hard times the one who noticed her tears and knows she's not "just fine"
she shows the smile and fakes the laugh hoping no one will think to ask she used to be happy, she use to be good then she felt such pain and very misunderstood
Yesterday marks the last day of work for Melissa at Pacific Arena. I cant help to notice as well as to envy the pure look of relief and happiness reflecting on my dear friend's face as she bids the company goodbye. This, of course, led me to fantasize such a day happening for myself in the near future.
I need a break. Quickly. Essentially.
(Left to Right - MeilLing, Melissa, Me, Rachel, Jaslyn)
(Front door of Pacific Arena - Lunch Kakis.com as per what Melissa would name)
That's all, folks!
The Old Guitarist, 1903
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only.
Do not say, I love her for her smile, her look, her way of speaking gently, for a trick of thought that falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought a sense of pleasant ease on such a day.
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, may be unwrought so.
Browning, Elizabeth Barrett
A Rare Talent: Artworks~
She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
