Ho Ho Ho from Changi Airport

Greetings from Changi Airport! I'm waiting for my gate to open. Sitting at Pacific Coffee, sipping my Mango Guava Chillino, listening to some jazz music. "What are You Doing New Year's Eve". Don't know who's the singer, but I remember brooding to this music last month. Guess I'll be alone this New Year's, albeit by choice. Dreams will remain dreams unless you do something about them.


There's this little irritating girl standing beside me starring at me. Geez she's irritating!


Anyway, back to New Year's. Wonder how the countdown in Switzerland will be.


You folks take care back home!!

Till we meet agian

Goodbye my friends! I'll be back soon! Take care and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! :))

The Love of God

“ This very day in David's town your Saviour was born - Christ the Lord! ” (cf. Lk.2: 11).

I finally felt it. The joy that has been missing throughout the run up to Christmas. It filled my heart and I felt love, happiness and comfort. I don't feel alone, nor forsaken. It's just so wonderful!

The Christmas feeling I missed this year and last, is now in me. Not only that, but God's love too.

“ Glory to God in the highest heaven, and peace to men who enjoy his favour. ” (cf. Lk.2:14).

A Merry and Blessed Christmas to everyone! May God's love be with you all!

I fly tomorrow!

Such eagerness! The thought of soaring through the air, ending up in a place thousands of miles away from home, simply thrills me to bits! I've seen pictures of the places I'm going, and it really is beautiful.


I just borrowed a camera from Steph (thanks dude), so I figure I'll be able to take better shots than if I were to bring mine. If I could capture a shot of what I've always imagined snow to be, I'm going to enlarge it real huge and frame it up. And of course hang it in my room.


I'm going to get myself a cuckoo clock, maybe a nice handsome dress watch. Karen said German wine is nice so I might give it a try. Maybe I'll bring some back, with taxes paid of course. (I'm a law-abiding citizen you see) I'll probably pack some snow in a container and bring it back for Reginald Archibald. Ho ho ho..


I simply can't wait! Don't miss me though. Although I doubt many will.


Anyway,


MERRY CHRISTMAS!!



Oh yeah, since I won't be back in time for New Year's,


HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

It's Christmas Time, Once Again

Another year just whizzed by me. A year gone, just like that. 365 days older, still none the wiser. Same old foolish mistakes. Same old temper. Same me.


I should be jolly come this time of the year. But this year surprisingly I'm not. Something's missing this time round. And it's not the presents. Perhaps it is because this is my first year working? Perhaps I just need a little time away. Away from all this confusion. Away from all the political backstabbing. Away from this emotional turmoil. Trying to be strong when inside, I am crumbling worse than an apple crumble.


I look for solitude, just for a little while. To reorganise my thoughts, and hopefully strike a balance between my feelings and emotions. It's difficult to handle both hate and attraction at the same time. And hopefully solitude is what I'll find next week.


I fly off to Europe on Sunday. A destination I've been dreaming of for ages. To see snow capped mountains and countrysides, something I've always hoped to see, would be breath-taking I know. And hopefully, in the falling snow, a perfect flake will hold the answer to all my questions.

Solitude

Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield shade,
In winter, fire.

Blest, who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day.

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixed; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

- Alexander Pope

Focus boy, focus!

"Strange that I was wrong enough
To think you'd love me too
I guess you were kissing a fool"

If you remember Judas, this will be my one last cry over that matter. I let it bother me for almost a week, and needless to say it was not a very good week. I was short-tempered and flared up at most who trodded unknowingly on my toes.


Time for me to lift up my chin and carry on with life. I'd better dig this out again.


Now.. what should I treat myself to this Christmas?

One Last Cry

My shattered dreams and broken heart
Are mending on the shelf
I saw you holding hands
Standing close to someone else
Now I sit all alone
Wishing all my feeling was gone
I gave my best to you
Nothing for me to do
But have one last cry


One last cry
Before I leave it all behind
I've gotta put you out of my mind this time
Stop living a lie
I guess I'm down to my last cry


I was here, you were there
Guess we never could agree
While the sun shines on you
I need some love to rain on me
Still I sit all alone
Wishing all my feeling was gone
Gotta get over you
Nothing for me to do
But have one last cry


One last cry
Before I leave it all behind
I've gotta put you out of my mind this time
Stop living a lie
I know I gotta be strong
Cause round me life goes on and on and on and on
I'm gonna dry my eyes
Right after I end my one last cry


One last cry
Before I leave it all behind
I've gotta put you out of my mind for the very last time
Been living a lie
I guess I'm down
I guess I'm down
I guess I'm down...
to my last cry

My Quote

"It takes a brave man to stay and fight.
It takes a braver man to know when to turn around and walk away."

Dreams

It was a beautiful setting for a wedding. Decorations perfectly suited to match the surroundings. People gushing in anticipation, unable to contain their excitement. And then everyone went quiet.


The wedding march was played, and everyone turned to see the gorgeous bride. You. I looked at you, flashing your pearly whites, and yes you looked beautiful. But you could not see me, standing somewhere in the middle of a crowd. It was better this way, for the tears running down my cheeks would have betrayed me.


You gracefully glided over to your groom. The one you choose. Sadness ate me up, and I couldn't bring myself to watch anymore.


After the ceremony, I met you at the reception. I gave you a hug, and wished you well in a cracking voice. But you did not hear me. And neither did you see another single tear rolling down my face. You were too busy to realise. As I was too busy to realise how important you were to me. And now you are gone.


Tears on my pillow when I awoke, did little to extinguish the sadness burning up my heart.


Please note this is a dream I had. Just that it seemed too real to be just a dream.

Judas Kiss

Go ahead, take a whiff. What do you smell? I smell the foul retching stentch of betrayal. Recreancy of a faithless person. Ingrate and false.


I shielded you, protected you and took care of you to the best of my ability. I tried to shine a light when your path turned dark and inhibiting, offered you maps of hope when you felt lost. I stood by you when you were at the crossroads, and never once did I blame you for anything. Until now.


I was where I should not have been. I saw what I should not have seen. A dagger in full view slicing through the air towards me. And there was nothing I could have done to avoid it. If this is how it has to be, then so be it. Maybe I think too much. Or maybe I just deserve it for being the fool.


But no matter. Though now thrall to the faithless waves and throthless sky, this stallion will soon find his feet again. And ride off into the sunset.

Torn between two lovers, feeling like a fool.

A friend posted me this scenario. He likes this girl, we shall call her A. A is a wonderful young lady with a very pleasant disposition. She is very pretty and has the makings of a great mother. Now in the scenario, there is another young lady, B. B is more of the young working professional sort, who works hard and plays even harder. As pretty as A, though in a different way.


My friend has been pining for A for a few years. But never once did she seem to reciprocate his feelings, leaving him dejected and lonely. Left with nothing but dreams and hopes to hold on to. But B comes along and has somewhat developed a liking for my friend. Now my friend has no reason not to like B. But then again, does he have a reason to give up A?


Another friend tells him this. Sometimes we have to be selfish. There is no guarantee that A will ever reciprocate the feelings my friend has for her. Why keep hoping and wishing for something that will never come true? For B on the other hand, feelings can be nutured. And his conclusion is, to give up A, and begin a relationship with B.


I have given some thought to this, and hope I have thought up a good course of action. Whilst going for B might give instant gratification, making him feel like the king of the world, there is a possibility that those feelings will never come to be. Let's face the facts. You may be with B, but there will always a place in your heart pining for A. Though in no way being unfaithful to A, is that fair to B? I say it is not.


To love someone, is to do so whole heartedly. In a heart, there is only space for one person and there is no place for selfishness in love. No one should be made to feel like a second fiddle. In fact, no one should be treated as a second fiddle. If things with A do not turn out the way you would like that to, then you were never meant to be. But at least you were true to your heart.


I hope I have answered your questions, and that this has cleared your troubled heart.

Bizarre Love Triangle

Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
While every day my confusion grows

Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say

I feel fine and I feel good
I'm feeling like I never should
Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be

Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say

A decision to regret? Or regretting a decision?

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