I've never..

Looked forward to Saturday so much in my life!

Sometimes.. No, in fact, Many times.. you don't know what you're missing until you decide to let go.

Pipe Organ

And so we were discussing the pipe organ cos its the first EVER time we heard it played and...

sm Lee says: You can move the keyboard around de..
i'm like: NO WAY!!! I was trying to imagine how the pedals ran below the floor to the pipes lorz...
sm and Leng tgt: So engr lorz...

-.-

I decided that the pipe organ is remote controlled. How advanced right?

Remember that guy..

In secondary sch?
Whom I had a crush so awful.

I watched his back from day to day,
Wishing he'd ask me out some way.

From dawn till dusk and come what may,
I wait in patience till hair turns grey.

He never did and never would,
I finally realised what was true.

A jerk he was through and through,
My friends adviced me to take it cool.

And now a decade past secondary sch,
I'm back with a crush so hard but true.

From day thru night my insolent heart,
Churns thoughts of him tears me apart.

I yearn and long to watch him afar,
A simple wish to fulfil so hard.

Tne girls' advice so keen to heal,
My brain listens the heart refuse.

A silly age for such a crush,
For there is certainly no rush.

Seen the world passed many tests,
Heart still so wild refuse to rest.

Tried all ways and found all means,
Nothing seems to work within.

A recurrent symptom of falling in love,
The heart longing in a strong rhythm.

Can't give in there is no way,
Wait in pain till hope turn gray.

The maze..

Infinite ways there are,
Not even one is far.

Ahead lies just one question,
Will there be a door open?

Touching...

As it can be...
The girl who sees only me..

Apart so much as we may be...
Closest of all but we seem..

Girls of strength we both are...
Yet age has toned both of us...

Her silent care touches me so deep...
Protecting me from hurt within...

Hurt that I've been thru and thru...
My days alternate pink and blue...

Without risks I shall not live...
For I must follow what I believe...

Curiousity buried deep in me...
Yet love burns so strongly...

Afraid of having something new...
Withold intensly while in review...

Backlogs I proceed to clear...
Before the fresh beginning's here...

I thank god for my optimism...
For failure has not killed my love...

Please give me strength and direction...
To be there in the right fashion...

And give her strength to pull thru...
The difficult times like a bull...

The signs are clear..

Back to orchestra I go...

Home...

feels so strange... like so unfamiliar now... i've been away for four weeks out of the last five...

taking the mrt feels like sightseeing now..

i still love my home... its good to come back to mummy's love and pampering... granny's praises and singing... and not so yummy but comforting home cooked food..