Monday, November 14, 2011

Big lion small lion

All alone now, without a tan fright in sight

Squares on square, sitting down by the riverside on a Monday, other ppl that is

Colonial excursion coming to an end, a whiff of cigarette smoke in the air, not mine

The one quiet patch in the bustling city, kind of like the imbi alley back home, no porridge in sight over here

At least theres still the. Big iconic bank tower, overshadowing me, reminding me where i came from

Who knows where im going to next, but this wont be the last time i enter the lions den, or the dragons head

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Little bird on my window door

Little bird on my window door

I cant quite make out what bird you are

Just a silhoutte as the day curtains are stuck

A bit hairy, must be wet from the rain, the dreaded rain that is keeping me from infinity heaven

An extremely tall window, a room made for giants, how many have came before me, starring out to the sky, pondering the future, while still giddy from a hot bath

You must be talking to your friends little bird, i can hear you both chirp, but can only see one

When will you fly away, away from this supposed dragon's head

You must be waiting for the sun like all of us

We shall see who makes the first move.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Loysel

A blog entry a year keeps the mind in focus.

The longer i reside in this concrete jungle the more interesting the cracks appear to be.

Lunch at meds, coffee at A Curious Teepee, lame shoot being held, discovered the fantastic green soccer journal.

Coffee part 2 at the Kallang River, my area is probably the coolest place in Singapore.

From mocha to latte and the help of a new adventure in the football world, cave time has been resurrected, and life per normal can resume.



The men are looking more stylish than the ladies, the foreigners seem more local than the citizens. But love will always remain the same, just days away from the big one,

Open up your eyes and you will see....

Friday, December 31, 2010

same auld story

Scorcese has been speaking to me lately.

Bought Goodfellas, saw raging bull on MGM, and was tempted to get the comedian at HMV.

My essence has been knocking at my door, the real one true passion. It was supposed to be a tough year, and it most aspects it was, but i managed to push harder and achieved new heights.

Shall i concentrate on the path that has been laid out to me in the new year?

Or will i have the time or effort to balance more than i can chew on?

WELL, what else am i supposed to do?

LIVE free or die trying


P.S., nothing timelier than the apartment, jack lemmon to ponder about all this

Friday, December 17, 2010

the last airbender

how would you feel if your entire race was wiped out?

shall i remember? or shall i forget?

at the end of the day, it was always educational,

always took life with a pinch of salt, but am always secretly looking for doses of humanity that can inspire new ideas and the breaking of boundaries

it's all sand castles, it takes 2 times the effort to build, but it usually gets swept away by the smallest of waves

maybe that's why it always gets instant appreciation, knowing that it has such a short lifespan

my castle had been broken twice and it's finally been swept away, may it forever be immortalized by it's worthy admirers

and may we continue to build castles in the sand

Thursday, October 14, 2010

(:)

knock knock,

who's there?

no one...........



With pinpoint GPS technology, and millions of radio waves penetrating our walls and minds,

it's still very much possible to be ignored.

Unconsciously I might add.


What was all the big push about getting connected.

Maybe so we can all live in one big happy world,

that we'd be more educated about all our differences, that we can move forward.

We have in some aspects, on the other hand it just feels like nothing has changed.


What's the sweetness without the bitter, just a whole bunch of neutral gray fluff.

Time will always be the real indicator in the end,

it measures everything up, represents a relative value

it's worth more in gold or any other precious metal

So won't you pick up the f**kin phone and stop wasting my time!

Friday, October 08, 2010

the walls start breathing

when i'm on you're off

ready you're not

tired you're restless



even random thoughts escape me nowadays

more like reverberating images of my subconscious flickering in my minds eye

enough sleep, maybe not enough nutrients

motivation hanging by a thread at times


where did it all begin,

am i coming to full circle or just the tip of the freakin iceberg


hallelujah