Why does one torture oneself?

Why does one torture oneself,
When she can run to hide in a safe jetty?

Why does one torture oneself,
Insisting on braving the stone pallets thrown?

Why does one torture oneself,
Knowing there's no good conclusion possible?

Why does one torture oneself,
Against the good advice of loved ones?

Why does one torture oneself,
With hopes one knows will burst like bubbles?

Why does one torture oneself,
Even as e shimmering flame turned into smoke?

Why does one torture oneself,
Hanging onto unfeeling thin air?

Dear Khor Khor..

Dear Khor Khor
Can I borrow your shoulder?
Even though I haven't been a sister dear.

Dear Khor Khor
Can I borrow your shoulder?
Just for this little while more,
As things are getting clear.

Dear Khor Khor
This world is so harsh u know,
Can I borrow your shoulder?
To shelter my disturbed mind so.

Dear Khor Khor
Can you protect me from this harsh reality,
Even for this very little while shortly,
Can I borrow your shoulder?

Dear Khor Khor
Can I borrow your shoulder?
To keep warm my little head and gut
As this freezing cold breaks my heart.

Dear Khor Khor
Can I borrow your shoulder?
Even as i'm swallowing tears.

Dear Khor Khor
Can I please borrow your shoulder?
Mistakes has followed me through
This difficult journey so blue.

Dear Khor Khor
Again I fall from my journey,
Will you still lend me your shoulder?
As a support to tide me over.

Dear Khor Khor
Will you lend your shoulder?
To your very pathetic sister dear.

Dear Khor Khor
Its just a warm, hard shoulder.
I wish to borrow no longer,
Than a quick minute more.

Dear Khor Khor
Your sister is sometimes blind,
And she appreciates you in kind,
For the shoulder to her you lend.

Soleil

The sun rises as it will set.
Plants respire with its aid,
Transpires when without.

The sun rises as it will set.
Four seasons see flowers abloom,
While time and tide defines the moon.

The sun rises as it will set.
Children grow into parents,
While parents grows back to children.

The sun rises as it will set.
Technology redefines lives,
While lives revolve around technology.

The sun rises as it will set.
Shining on healthy bodies,
And cooling them as night falls.

The sun rises as it will set.
Waving goodbyes,
Welcoming cries.

Smsing someone unimportant..

Its amazing how much an sms can tell.

A simple 'goof luck' in the morning tells the reader,
I'm too busy to even look at the screen to type two words to you;
However, I probably have to remind u of my existence, so here it is.
And oppz my fingers didn't aim at the correct key,
But you get my idea - 'goof luck'.

I can't even make time to sms u properly,
I just randomly run my fingers across the keypad,
In between waiting for the car to start up or a traffic light.

If i wan to make my point to you,
I'd wait till i'm too bored,
Probably at the time when I'm sitting in the car waiting to pick my mum/sis up.
But still time is limited.
I hurriedly sweep my fingers across again, and makes sure the general idea is there.
Words and phrases all chunked up, they may not flow, may confuse.
But its okay, I just want an outlet avenue.
In my sms to you.

But just in case u think me self-centred,
I wish u a simple 'hope u have a good day',
Somewhere in my sweeping fingers, while trying to share what i need to,
As i've said above, to my outlet avenue.

I don't really care if u reply,
Especially doesn't matter what you reply.
I'm in my own sms world where,
I tell u what i feel like at the moment,
Non-considering where what who u r.

If i like I can take hours to reply,
But when I'm bored replies will come in quick.
Some of your text may irritat a response from me,
But once my point is made,
I don't really care what u respond back.

You can think u're unimportant to me.
But in my logical mind,
I find u impt enough,
To even slip u a short sweep,
Of the fingers across my sms keypad.

Contrast in Life

One doesn't appreciate the security around her, until insecurity tips her off balance.

One doesn't treasure the permanence of friends, until temporary ones burns her toes.

One takes for granted the punctuality of others, till the lack of it chills her.

One doesn't embrace the care of loved ones, till the absence of care shocks her.


God, I've been patient and I've appreciated all those. And I will understand if you have to put me thru the opposite, that you're just teaching me to be more tolerant.

Thank you, my Lord.

Liu Kang's exhibition @ SAM

I feel super in touch with this drawing of his, despite its being drawn way before i was born. It portrays a type of emotion I can absolutely relate to, especially since recently I was just tearing in this pose.

Although I'm much better now.. I still feel alot of connection with this picture.. love it to the max!!!

<<> edit: it was drawn very long ago, but not way b4 I was born, mistaken cos this drawing was set next to one drawn in 1951..<>>

Swan Lake -On Ice-!

Omg... you won't believe... when i watched the ballet, I was enjoying it so much le. I thought to myself, how can an inherent ballet possibly be fantastic on Ice? I was even doubting the ability of skaters to even LOOK like swans. but Lo and Behold.. they turned out BETTER!

In fact, BOTH the swans were A-mazing. They could really keep the swan pose and every single fling of the arms and stroke of the hand is exactly like the wing would be! So lovely right..

In addition, the graceful sliding across the ice makes the swan come alive! actually... even better, surprise surprise, the white swan changed from her skates to her pointe shoes and showed off quite a few lovely steps! (it got me reminded of a joke i heard as a kid, child asked dad "Daddy, why do they not get taller dancers?") they even did dance on swinging ropes that hung from the theatre's ceiling!

but what's all these without someone to keep me company and share my joy with isn't it?