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22 February 2014 @ 01:47 pm
Alright! I'm gonna make use of this page to have a wishlist of things that I would be pretty excited to own.

1. Mechanical Keyboard
2. Butterfly
3. Piano score: Beethoven Sonata Opus 23 in F-minor, 3rd Movement, Appasionata
4. Piano/Violin scores from any animation
26 March 2013 @ 09:14 pm
A sacred ‘Yes’

Before words were first spoken,
I was born the child of innocence and forgetting.
I have no memories but those of imagination;
Every day is a new beginning.

A self-propelled wheel with first movement,
I race before time, driven to confess.
A game of charades is the game of creation,
And I have no words but the sacred ‘Yes’.
16 October 2012 @ 06:17 pm
When it comes to farewells, let us do it in song.

I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away

And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
The water's dark and deep
Inside an ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me

Someday we'll all be gone
But lullabyes go on and on...

They never die
That's how you and I
Will be

Current Mood: anxiousanxious
02 August 2012 @ 05:43 pm
Hello world! I'm still alive :)
Pun intended, because this entry is all about my rather tiresome tummy. I call it that because it incessantly gives me problems, to the extent that tummy trouble is as regular as pms. 

(NB: Although my previous entry raved about raw food, I haven't been able to eat enough of it for it to constitute a significant part of my diet, so no help there :( In fact, I've been having bouts of food poisoning and diarrhoea quite frequently recently especially because of my sojourns to foreign lands.)

The most insistent and burdensome idiosyncrasy of this stomach of mine is, simply put, pain. Not just any pain, but pain that occurs under a strangely specific condition: sleeping after a meal. You know that after-lunch nap-attack you get? I do sometimes feel the urge to laze around too, but if I ever succumb to lethargy, no matter if it is for minutes or hours, my stomach retaliates as soon as I arise by sending crippling shock-waves along my abdomen and chest.

It is mystery that has haunted me for years, and no doctor have been able to provide an explanation or cure. It's not backflow/heart-burn of some sort, because the pain will come even if I fall asleep sitting straight up in a chair. The pain is consistent, lasting for hours, and it makes no difference if I eat less or more, or if I sleep soon after or hours after a meal.

So I guess I'm penning this note only because I'm curious about one thing- has anybody else out there ever experienced anything similar, or heard about such a case? >.<
Current Location: home
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
16 May 2011 @ 05:31 pm
 Wow, it's been a long time since I last updated this online diary. So much has happened that I don't know where to start! I guess Facebook has won another fan... I check it much more frequently now, though I still don't update much.

Sitting on the table in front of me is a tub of ice-cream. No, I don't feel gluttonous, and I'll tell you why- I made the ice-cream myself, without an ice-cream maker, and without any oils or sugars. Just another step forward in my recent raw-food diet!

I've always had an awkward relationship with food. Of course I can't live without it, but for several reasons, I've never really liked eating. Even if it's in the company of good friends, I think of it as a time-consuming chore. Even it's a fancy meal in a top-notch restaurant, the food made me feel heavy and distended, with an uncomfortable tummy for hours after.

So at an early age, food became something I tried not to think about much. I ate whatever was the most convenient, and on the go as often as possible. That habit's still around, since I'm eating my ice-cream while I type this...

Without looking for it, I suddenly discovered the diet of RAW food. Which simply means food that have not been cooked or processed. Sure I've eaten salads and the odd apple- but I'm talking whole meals made out of natural foods here! Some people actually go 100% raw... I didn't even think I needed any change, but I loved the experience of eating natural foods so much that now I'm hooked.

For the first time now I don't dread eating. If only I could have a higher percentage of raw food in my life... No more worries about ingesting harmful chemicals or getting fat. No more feelings of bloating or regrets about attending a friend's party because of the unhealthy foods I was obliged to eat. I feel like I've finally found my natural habitat, where food is finally no longer in conflict with my body's interests- This is food that seem to be meant to be eaten, God-given blessings that give miraculous health. 

Even preparation is more fun now- I don't have to cook, and every experiment turns out a palatable and healthy dish. Washing up is much easier with the absence of oil, too. Thank God for raw food! =)

Edit for Debbie Tay; Check out this link: www.rawguru.com/rawdeal.html
Raw food is neither as uncommon or unpalatable as we think! =D
07 December 2010 @ 04:24 pm
Current Mood: chipperchipper
15 August 2010 @ 02:22 am
I'm back in Singapore, with no plans to leave for a good long time ^^ It's been lovely to be back, although traveling was great fun too. Thank God for preserving me through a very hectic past year, and for change most lively and sweet.

My Friends page only features one entry, oddly enough. Is nobody updating? Hmm how things change...

I found a duck in Vietnam! Minh's mom rocks, she helped me catch it ^^ /hearts

Current Location: Home
Current Mood: awakeawake
08 July 2010 @ 05:24 pm
I love the way Heyley Westenra sings 'Summer Rain'.

Days of burning sun
Watch the colours run
Into pools that catch the eye
Disappear as you pass by

You're my summer rain
You're my summer rain
And I know that I'll see you again
And I know that I'll see you again

Hear my prayer
Answer my call
Breathe life into my soul
I am waiting for you to show
Come and hold me so...

I first came to China during Summer, during a season of plentiful peaches and hot rain and melted chocolates. Now, again do the peaches abound, the rain fall in warm showers, my chocolates turn gooey in my hands. It is strangely fitting that things would come full circle, and complete my first experience of four seasons. I will miss cycling through my expansive estate with the broken angels, under the rugged trees and over the shaky cobbles that splashes in the rain. I will miss piping hot egg and tomato rice, hand-delivered to me by the rumpled boys that know my face. I will miss my cozy office, which I designed in bright orange and watched grow since it's inception.
And much more, but none will inspire regret, and I leave joyfully. With every end, there will be a new beginning. Thank God.

You're my summer rain
And I know that I'll see you again.
Current Mood: lazylazy
06 July 2010 @ 04:12 pm
It's amazing to be able to let go.

Now that my journey in China nears its anticipated end, I would say, being able to let go is the biggest change this past year has developed in me. Much change, many experiences, and a few loved ones, helped to effect this change... and I embrace it joyfully ^^

It is as if thorny vines had grown tendril by tendril around my heart for the past decade or so, ever so slowly that I never noticed its creeping shadow spread over my life. The expanding, tangled mess had darkened every step and every thought, and as the poisonous weeds multiplied, so did the troubles. Now I energetically tear them away in wide swathes, and light pours in. I begin to see clearly again.

So, after years of hoarding everything from household rubbish to computer files to emotional clutter, I purge all things useless in huge sweeps, with some trepidation but much relief. More than ever in my life, I am able to delete virtual files, throw away physical belongings, and forget all nugatory thoughts, swiftly and completely... I become lighter, able to fly ever higher, liberated from the burdens of the past. The dust of a score of years is blown away in a great gust of fresh wind, and I breathe much more at ease.
Now there is space at last, to welcome light and love into my life!

Perhaps I have yet to completely master letting go, but I've made huge steps in that direction. I worry less about saying goodbye to nice people, knowing I may never see them again in this lifetime. I try to be less obsessive with perfect records and chronicles. I can prioritize, I do not cling to the little things.

And I look forward to forging through new lands, to discovering new worlds, to building new homes. Let me live, more free and happy than ever before... :)
Here I come!
Current Mood: optimisticoptimistic
12 June 2010 @ 03:19 pm
I'll be in Singapore from 17th June to 4th July :)
10 May 2010 @ 04:39 pm
it'd be better than the shift butto-!#$^*(#$*":{<}|

or the Enter that doesn't let up
Current Mood: indescribableindescribable
29 April 2010 @ 05:07 pm
I had a really productive lunchtime today!

I picked up and sent my new Capeoira pants to the tailor to get them shortened, helped a colleague top up his SIM card, got a bunch of keys copied and passed it to a friend, picked up a carton of fresh milk and tucked it away in my home refrigerator, helped a Singaporean friend check out 3G plans and available numbers from the shop, all the while evading getting knocked from my trusty bicycle by silly female drivers!

... I think I forgot to fit in lunch.

Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
26 April 2010 @ 02:40 pm
I've read stuff similar to this since well over a decade back, and it made quite an impression on me because my subsequent studies of the English language and its history and evolution supports the idea that English really is a bastard language which breaks rules as often as it makes them. Still, the very cause of its illogic is the reason for its flexibilty, in retaining efficiency and yet poetic capacity, and I love it for that. :)
Enjoy, if you haven't read this before! I don't think its as complete or good as the original one I read, but close enough.

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, and two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose is never meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, 
Then why is the plural of house not hice?
If the plural of man is always men,
Then shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
One of something may be that, while three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose, and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We remember the masculine pronouns as he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in an eggplant, nor ham in a hamburger;

Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

Even English muffins weren’t invented in England!

Doesn’t it seem strange that you can make amends but not an amend,

And we ship by truck but send cargo by ship?

Quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

If Father is Pop then can I call Mother Mop,
If people from Poland are called Poles

Then should we call people from Holland Holes?

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing,
grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?
So if you have a bunch of odds and ends,
and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down,

And you fill in a form by filling it out.
Only in English does your alarm go off by going on,

And the lights go off by going out!

Current Mood: sleepysleepy
21 April 2010 @ 02:49 pm
I got bored of the extremely colourful, crowded decor of my office cubicle and decided to revamp it today, so I took down all the cards, photos and stickers I had plastered all over it. I don't feel a need to make this office homely anymore, now that it's familiar enough as it is... After the last fifteen cards or so, my cubicle ran out of space anyway. Maybe I should have taken a photo first... Ohwell at any rate I re-read all the notes and cards, and I wish I could somehow commit them all to a virtual/mental library, so that I can re-visit these great memories anytime!

Sweet cards printed with elegant glittery teardrop-eyed Precious Moments, cuddly Forever Friends and my favourite Tatty Teddies, meaningful poetry from the likes of William Wordsworth (Sweet childish days,/ that were as long/ As twenty days are now.), bible verses with the likes of Numbers 6:24, 11 Cor 3:2, Romans 8:28, Matthew 28:20, Psalm 129:8... I thank God for all the lovelies who've sent me such meaningful snail mail!

Anyway the cards are happilly propped on the shelf next to the television at home now =)

In other news the weather is great now, having stabilized well above ten degrees. One can dress nearly normally indoors, with just long-sleeved shirt and pants, and a good wind-breaking jacket suffices for outdoors. The world feels, literally, less cold! =P
Current Mood: optimisticoptimistic