Makes you wanna be there. Well, if you're a fan. Heh.
Sirin.
From time to time I read up on the different legendary creatures that appear in our folklore and urban legends. These can range from vampires to the local Pontianak to mythological dogs such as Ceberus or Anubis or even the man-eating tree.
Then comes one of those myths that just sticks in your head like... the siren song.
In many versions, the siren is either a feminine half-mermaid or half-bird creature that sings its song to mariners, drawing them to their demise.
My first encounter with them was actually on the television. Watching Jason and the Argonauts as a 10-year-old, I asked my dad what were those winged creatures attacking the heroes in the film. "Mermaids" he said. To think I actually believed him 10 years back.
Well little did I know that the winged creatures in the movie were actually harpies. But I digress.
There's a warped beauty to these grecian seductresses. How weak is the spirit of men to easily fall and follow the call of the sirens?
Sailors who heard these songs would be enticed to sail their ships towards the rocks where the sirens reside and ultimately crash. Or they would jump off their vessels and swim towards these rocks and stay with the sirens, forever wanting to hear their beautiful music. These men would then forget everything on earth and eventually die in starvation.
That's how love can consume you. If you allow it to blind your senses and rationality, you will never see the desolation that is ahead. Jason had the aid of Orpheus the musician to play his lyre to drown out the song of the sirens with music much bolder and beautiful.
The passion of love is nothing without the passion for living. How do you make sure that what you have is not just mere ignorance that when problems appear, you allow them to be overshadowed by your own obliviousness?
You find the strength in loving something else as well. Such as friends or family.
Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.
Then comes one of those myths that just sticks in your head like... the siren song.
In many versions, the siren is either a feminine half-mermaid or half-bird creature that sings its song to mariners, drawing them to their demise.
My first encounter with them was actually on the television. Watching Jason and the Argonauts as a 10-year-old, I asked my dad what were those winged creatures attacking the heroes in the film. "Mermaids" he said. To think I actually believed him 10 years back.
Well little did I know that the winged creatures in the movie were actually harpies. But I digress.
There's a warped beauty to these grecian seductresses. How weak is the spirit of men to easily fall and follow the call of the sirens?
Sailors who heard these songs would be enticed to sail their ships towards the rocks where the sirens reside and ultimately crash. Or they would jump off their vessels and swim towards these rocks and stay with the sirens, forever wanting to hear their beautiful music. These men would then forget everything on earth and eventually die in starvation.
That's how love can consume you. If you allow it to blind your senses and rationality, you will never see the desolation that is ahead. Jason had the aid of Orpheus the musician to play his lyre to drown out the song of the sirens with music much bolder and beautiful.
The passion of love is nothing without the passion for living. How do you make sure that what you have is not just mere ignorance that when problems appear, you allow them to be overshadowed by your own obliviousness?
You find the strength in loving something else as well. Such as friends or family.
Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.
The Best and the Fastest Ride
No one can really expect everything to go smoothly in life (unless you were born under a lucky star or something). And you're bound to hit a few speed bumps every now and then, which sure as hell is annoying.
Go too fast and these bumps will do wonders to your undercarriage. Which leaves you the only option of rolling over it, and is unfortunately the annoying part. Two seconds over a speed bump and it feels like an eternity.
But like all good road trips, you're bound to hit a stretch where you can possibly push the speedometer to one-twenty or more. You wind down the windows to feel the wind and hear it rush past you. Its exhilarating.
And then comes the presence of the speed camera. It's an annoying little toy the law came up with that was intended to sap the joy out of your life. Best part of it is, they don't tell you where it is. It's always just "ahead". The point of it is to remind you that the best things in life don't last long and the worst parts are always hidden round the corner. You just need to slow down to silently move past it, but the process of it takes a little slower than what you would expect.
By the time you get from point A to B, you've probably gone through the best and the worst of your emotions just from that single drive and you know that there are many more to come.
And that's life for you. Everyday is a new drive. But when the sun sets, you can choose to lie awake in your bed and think of how you've managed to let yourself down for that single day. Or you could give yourself that one chance to sit back and take the wheel again.
Things won't be right all the time, and sure as hell you'll find yourself alone sometimes.
But go far along enough and you'll meet that straight road once again. Along the way you'll probably pick up hitchhikers who'll eventually turn into the best car-pool buddies.
And who knows, if you're lucky you might just pick up someone who wants to sit next to you in the passenger seat with you on that crazy drive for the rest of the journey.
An Urgent Careful Stare
As said before, its like a bad dream I can never wake up from. In this dream I can never say the things I mean to you.
"I always enjoyed watching you as you sleep."
Hearing you breathe, it reverberates through my body and syncs with my heartbeat.
This, only when I sleep.
--
If you need to find me, I'm still available on Twitter. In a day I suppose.
"I always enjoyed watching you as you sleep."
Hearing you breathe, it reverberates through my body and syncs with my heartbeat.
This, only when I sleep.
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If you need to find me, I'm still available on Twitter. In a day I suppose.
Each breath that you has a thunderous sound
I might have done well for my last semester, but fuck that I fooled around in my first year. Now everything's still going down the drain.
something about the body and it's clock.
I don't know when it happened, but I've been waking up at 7.30am on the dot the past few weeks. Which for me just seems redundant as I have no reason to be awake at that ungodly hour.
Well, the sun's out. The weather's fair. Time to push some pedal power.
Well, the sun's out. The weather's fair. Time to push some pedal power.
It's not the same anymore
Never was.
You get used to things always being there. Then never would you imagine that they can go away at a moment's notice. There's this change, this gap in your routine, but it's too late. You can't find anything to ever replace that gap.
You just got to move on. But who's gonna watch your back while you're at it?
Me? I doubt there's anyone.
You get used to things always being there. Then never would you imagine that they can go away at a moment's notice. There's this change, this gap in your routine, but it's too late. You can't find anything to ever replace that gap.
You just got to move on. But who's gonna watch your back while you're at it?
Me? I doubt there's anyone.
255mins
In less than that amount of time, the moment I saw Singtel as my operator (as apart from My Maxis), feelings of regret has already started seeping back.
Just gotta face it with a smile, Ian. Just a day at a time.
Just gotta face it with a smile, Ian. Just a day at a time.
On the road.
It was a long drive. But the seemingly never ending road for the next three hours just made it ever so easier to clear the head. I may not have gone to an "exotic" or "romantic" country such as Italy, Rome, China or Paris or Egypt... but any place out of Singapore is good enough for me.
From the driver's seat
Peephole
Welcome to Melaka
No access
It felt good to get away.
Eclipse
I was picture surfing on Flickr when I came across a photo that just inspired my bored self to write this.
If anyone bothers or cares, I'll be driving up to M'sia for a really quick getaway. Ancestral home, here I come (and with pictures too!)
"The moon can't light up in the darkest of the nights if the sun doesn't shine on it. They are friends on the extreme ends of space. Never meeting. But when they do, it's a sight to behold and wonder."
If anyone bothers or cares, I'll be driving up to M'sia for a really quick getaway. Ancestral home, here I come (and with pictures too!)
Bu (When you walk away, you don't hear me say)
Shattered HallwayI've been having these weird dreams lately.
Somehow, you're always there at that end of the hallway. But you're too far away to hear what I have to say.
Just be
confident
happy
courageous
hopeful
cheerful
devoted
warm
forgiving
compassionate
Human. For all our flaws, any of the above must be able to make up for it in some way or the other.
happy
courageous
hopeful
cheerful
devoted
warm
forgiving
compassionate
Human. For all our flaws, any of the above must be able to make up for it in some way or the other.
Simple Things
make me happy =)And then, there are other things that make me happy as well. =D
Oooh yea. =)
Your Call
For some reason, no matter how ridiculous, I want to watch Dragonball Evolution.
Who wants to watch with me?
I have to admit, I'm kind of a Chow Yun-Fat fan. Haha.
p.s: and a happy birthday to all within this week.
It's complicated
Things really are. Sigh.
I still miss you. =\
It's like everything seemed to have snowballed into one big mess, and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces laying around first. I haven't even reached the main snowball (problem) yet. But I think I'm afraid to. Afraid that I'll destroy whatever little that's not broken yet.
I'm afraid of losing again.
This I read in Reader's Digest once,
"We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection." - The Dalai Lama
That's what I'm afraid of losing.
I still miss you. =\
It's like everything seemed to have snowballed into one big mess, and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces laying around first. I haven't even reached the main snowball (problem) yet. But I think I'm afraid to. Afraid that I'll destroy whatever little that's not broken yet.
I'm afraid of losing again.
This I read in Reader's Digest once,
"We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection." - The Dalai Lama
That's what I'm afraid of losing.
Bond, James Bond.
With alll due respect, I love everything to do with spies, assassins, bounty hunters and etc. Just to name a few fictional ones - John Rain, Solid Snake, Jason Bourne, Sam Fisher, Jack Ryan, Leon Kennedy, Nick Fury...
I could go one but when it comes to the good old Double-O Seven, he never did match my idea of a secret agent. He didn't have a past to hide, no skeletons in his closet. He's always so confident in what he does, and everything seems to be made out just right for him.
And his confident stride as he walks across the frame in Casino Royale (for example). For some reason, I keep hoping that a car on screenn would just run down his double O arse. Well, there goes the mission, M wouldn't be very happy.
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