Friday, 6 April 2018

Tuesday, 3 April 2018

Friday, 9 March 2018

Question of Travel

There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
turning to waterfalls under our very eyes.
- For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains,
aren't waterfalls yet,
in a quick age or so, as ages go here,
they probably will be.
But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling,
the mountains look like the hulls of capsized ships,
slime-hung and barnacled.

Think of the long trip home.
Should we have stayed at home and thought of here?
Where should we be today?
Is it right to be watching strangers in a play
in this strangest of theatres?
What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life
in our bodies, we are determined to rush
to see the sun the other way around?
The tiniest green hummingbird in the world?
To stare at some inexplicable old stonework,
inexplicable and impenetrable,
at any view,
instantly seen and always, always delightful?
Oh, must we dream our dreams
and have them, too?
And have we room
for one more folded sunset, still quite warm?

But surely it would have been a pity
not to have seen the trees along this road,
really exaggerated in their beauty,
not to have seen them gesturing
like noble pantomimists, robed in pink.
- Not to have had to stop for gas and heard
the sad, two-noted, wooden tune
of disparate wooden clogs
carelessly clacking over
a grease-stained filling-station floor.
(In another country the clogs would all be tested.
Each pair there would have identical pitch.)
- A pity not to have heard
the other, less primitive music of the fat brown bird
who sings above the broken gasoline pump
in a bamboo church of Jesuit baroque:
three towers, five silver crosses.

- Yes, a pity not to have pondered,
blurr'dly and inconclusively,
on what connection can exist for centuries
between the crudest wooden footwear
and, careful and finicky,
the whittled fantasies of wooden cages
- Never to have studied history in
the weak calligraphy of songbirds' cages.
- And never to have had to listen to rain
so much like politicians' speeches:
two hours of unrelenting oratory
and then a sudden golden silence
in which the traveller takes a notebook, writes:

'Is it lack of imagination that makes us come
to imagined places, not just stay at home?
Or could Pascal have been not entirely right
about just sitting quietly in one's room?

Continent, city, country, society:
the choice is never wide and never free.
And here, or there... No. Should we have stayed at home,
wherever that may be? '


Elizabeth Bishop

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Wednesday, 7 March 2018

Treat yourself to a bouquet of flowers

Today some men have somewhat lost their way. They are even more disorientated in the face of female empowerment but yet they still don't want to give up the search of their perfect other half. That is, the eternal chimera of male, who is harder to find than the holy grail.

For those who still dream that a romantic gift will be waiting secretly for you on your office desk or door step - if you want a thing well done, do it yourself.
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Saturday, 3 March 2018

Friday, 2 March 2018

Travel Back In Time

Imagine past life with the 70s, 60s skirts. Use the shop window as your mirror and admire yourself in a retro cap that once belong to a very chic lady. Dream about items that are twice your age and rummage in the pockets of a camel coat. Even if you leave home without a plan, you can still return with a piece of 50s jewelry, which is soon to become your new talisman.

Here's to how you travel back in time - Your wardrobe.
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Tuesday, 31 October 2017

Identity Crisis

What if one day you found out that you're not who you thought you are? You're actually not where you thought you came from, not where you thought you belong? Suddenly, it feels like the world just came crushing not right in front of you, but on you. What do you do next? Who do you ask questions? So many whys but no one can ever answer.

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Thursday, 12 October 2017

Wednesday, 11 October 2017


Jesus, can't believe I turned down a perfect idealistic opportunity. Perfect chance, wrong timing. Just what could be worse....
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Wednesday, 20 September 2017


We three have the same common enemy.. hehe. I miss our work life together so so much.
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Saturday, 15 July 2017

Exploring Bandung: Gunung Tangkuban Perahu

Gunung Tangkuban Perahu

what a wonderful world.......

Entrance fee: 300k IDR which is about 30SGD, pretty expensive i must say but how could we give this a miss knowing that we would probably regret if we don't explore this volcano? Though i reallly need to admit, EXPENSIVE FEE. Oh, not forgetting your vehicle parking fees... #IRONY

Last eruption at 2015 which is 2 years ago...... mother nature created this beautiful art work. 

Om x
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