"Please be mine.. Share my life.. Stay with me.. Be my wife.." - David Bowie

A dull, cumbersome mood was in the air as yet another day at work beckons. While the cat’s away, the mice will certainly play. Bah! Yeah rite… My cat’s away, and I still don’t get to play. Moreover, “playing”, would not be of much fun these days.

An assortment of reactions from comments on the subject of “Love / Lust” caught me by surprise. I guess I’m losing the ability to paint a clear picture with terms and expressions. And now... The public thinks I’m one of them.

Apart from Wei, I guess no one really knows what I’m looking for. I suppose that the time is right to reveal my feelings and to unveil my worded masterpiece.

"Please be mine... Share my life... Stay with me... Be my wife..." - David Bowie

Blowing away a candle to commemorate my birth. Every year, on this very day, I would make one wish – happiness.

“Happiness”, like everything else, is perception. But, what is happiness to me? What makes the world revolve every moment? What makes the stars glimmer amid the darkened sky? What makes your tears stop for a little while, and then make you convey another smile?

Read my blog from the beginning. Arrange all the posts into a comprehensible, little brochure. And this time, understand the flow of which I paint my judgments and sentiments.

I don’t condone anything that’s practiced in this very day and age. Clubbing, swinging and all the vice, they’re just that. Nothing more. Nothing less. And why’ve I condemned “Love”, you might ask?

Frankly, I don’t give a damn.

I’m not looking for love.
I’m not looking for lust.
I’m looking for a woman.

Whose hand fits perfectly into mine
Who’ll smile even when I’m without a nickel or a dime

She’ll share my triumphs and depressions,
She’ll be present through all trials and tribulations.

We’ll spend twilight till our last breath
We’ll recreate our love even in death

She’ll be my world
She’ll be my life

I’m looking not for a woman
I’m looking for my wife.

"I can see the pain in you.. I can see the love in you.. but fighting all the demons will take time" - Dishwalla

Why did God give me a penis and a brain?
The hormones of a man do not compliment the wavelength of an over analytical mind. The world revolves solely around superficiality. Fame and fortune are farces.

Note one common pattern through the aging of the millennium. Modern day poets no longer pen lyrics that declare undying love, songs about heart aches and breaks are hugely mass produced. They accommodate the perception of today. They make only one statement – Love no longer exists.

I always said, and you can quote, “Love is a hybrid of emotions and a network of deeds.” However, all’s lost. It used to be the men grasping the reigns to the way of the heart, now; the Queen of Hearts is the highest card.

Bishan Park on a Friday night was exceptionally unruffled. Tranquility overwhelmed me. The usually hotspot for lovers was no longer. I did a simple test and forwarded a sms to a few women from different backgrounds, asking how they would spend their Friday. The response was unanimous- Clubbing.

These women included ones who’re single and also attached, engaged and married. Surprisingly (or perhaps not), they weren’t with their partners. I carried on walking into the serene night, as the only sounds were emitted from the occasional passing vehicle. In the stillness of nighttime, one odd rumbling of the engine was heard from a vaguely familiar car.

I edged closer as I recognized that it was the same, run-down, car from a few days back. I was walking home at the exact same time and taking the exact same route. I did not, could not, forget that car.

Two people were getting it hot and heavy in the car. Today, it was a different girl. I didn’t peep. Well, I didn’t have to. The windows weren’t fogged up enough and the most obvious reason: the second girl was more developed then the previous one.

Look around you. Ask around you. How many Asian women have non-Asian boyfriends/lovers? Would you believe that all Asian men make lousy lovers? And this drove Asian women to non-Asian men? At this very juncture, you might be wondering why? What is lacking in Asians that non-Asians have? It’s straightforward. No two ways about it.

“I’m saying this for all men, not just myself. When a guy sees a hot woman on the streets, the first thought that will come to their mind would be, ‘I want to sleep with her.’”
– Anonymous

This statement was heard off a radio during my stroll home. It really got me wondering about life, love and lust. I believe that love is neither a hybrid of emotions nor a network of deeds anymore. People are confused between love and lust. That very same confusion has led to belief. Belief forms reality. Reality is what you believe it to be.

Now…
Love is simply lust.
Love is fuck.

"maybe if i had another chance, i'd go into my past and make my life a better one... for me and you..." - dick lee

Life Story - Dick Lee

wake up she said,
look it's a beautiful day
downstairs to the kitchen door
and then away

into the night
morning feeling is on
come the clouds, the moon
and morning is gone

born today some years ago
and had a happy childhood
but i fell in love and out
nothing's changed
lived a life of nothing much
but then how much can one expect?
so there you are
my life has gone
but i'm the same

just my life story
minute by second a story
that goes on forever with each breath that i take
this is my life story
uneventful a story
that ages with each year and birthday cake

get up, he said, hurry or you might be late
everyday you hurry off to keep your date
learn something new
what are you hoping to prove?
make some money, find a wife, have a kid or two..

thinking back i like to dream of things i would've done
if i were braver, then again i'm not
what can i do?
maybe if i had another chance, i'd go into my past
and make my life a better one
for me and you

just my life story
minute by second a story
that goes on forever with each breath that i take
this is my life story
uneventful a story
that ages with each year and birthday cake

when it's time and i must close,
i'll write a book and sign it 'X'
and send it to some true romance type magazine somewhere
then the world will read of me
and say there lived a hero
but too late, my friends and enemies
i guess life isn't fair

so my life story
is quite explanatory
would you please start from page one
and please go on
till i'm done

"If you could only see the way she loves me.. Then maybe you would understand.." - Tonic

Depicting a tinge of sadness and loneliness when seeing one running at full steam, right-smack into an erected stonewall. I turned off the telly after a contestant on Rock star: Supernova got ousted. Chris Pierson stripped down Tonic’s hit – If you could only see, to bare strings.

This arrangement, coupled with Chris’s vocals, was astounding. Supernova assembled a group of talented rockers to get a new lead singer to front their band, ala INXS. They were strict about it and that show how much music meant to them. Chris was inevitably eliminated. Looking at his face as his heart crashed inside of him, he still managed to be graceful in defeat.

"If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me" - Tonic

It got me reminiscing about my stint in Singapore Idol. I kinda think that I’m worth a shot in it. Especially after viewing the crap dished out on a weekly basis. Choosing the songs to belt out would be a challenge.

Now this's how my song choices lined up

Piano Show: Tonight I Wanna Cry – Keith Urban
Parent’s Choice: Wonderful Tonight – Eric Clapton
Number 1 Hits: One Last Cry – Brian McKnight
The Classics: Fly Me To The Moon – Frank Sinatra
British Invasion: Imagine – John Lennon
Home, Family & Friends: Life Story – Dick Lee
Rock The House: When She Says She Loves Me – Tonic

Maybe it was only meant to me
-Go Figure

"And the delta sun burns bright and violet..." - U2

A shade that’s simply complicated
A hue, sadly elated
Her smile warmed winter’s breath
And carried through life and death

Shrouded in a tinge of mystic aura
Violet is neither bold nor bland
It adds a hint of subtlety to any piece of art
And gives life to the soul of the human heart

Revere at the sight of a million floras
Embrace the presence of a single one
Enthralled by her beauty
Leaving all things said and done

A smile, more than mere flirt
Thank you, my dear violet.

"I thought the world of you... I thought nothing could go wrong... But I was wrong... I was wrong..." – Cranberries

Individuals tend to associate my posts with the titles above. Sometimes I do name them appropriately, but not all the time. Take the last one for example; I simply love that Robbie Williams’ song and under the suggestion of a friend, that heading was used.

After stressing my intellect and grinding enough brain-juice to bathe a bear (pardon the pun),
I’m gonna let the moron(s) figure it out why this particular stanza was used in this post. As for the rest, thank you for your support. Enjoy.

"I thought the world of you... I thought nothing could go wrong... But I was wrong... I was wrong..." – Cranberries

Amidst the hustle and bustle of life, people tend to neglect the finer things. Everyday, when the sunbeams fall unto your still sleeping self, people have started working. The buses are up and running, food centers are churning out mouth watering dishes and even the accumulated trash have been disposed. All these have been taken for granted. In this post, I will mention about one other facet of life that’s not only neglected, but underrated.

You tend to get so engulfed by work that you would not spend time with your family. Sure, you might have the occasional drink or two with your friends. But we would tend to take our families for granted.

When was the last time you gave your parents a nice warm hug and told them you love them? In pursuit of monetary gains, one would fail to realize, that fame and fortune would merely be ink on paper. And that’s just that.

With all recognition and reputation, but at the end of it all, your partner leaves you for another. Does it all really matter then?

“Do you remember that particular commercial, in which the leprechaun was chasing the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? In the end, they were only corn flakes.” – Christopher Walken

“Will you still love me in the morning?”
“Family comes first.” – Adam Sandler

-inspired by “Click”