A couple of weeks ago, my friend was asked this question,
“Would you rather love some one or be loved”
He turned around, gave me an embarrassed look and said he didn’t know how to answer it. He claimed it was too difficult for him to cough up a reply.
At that time, I was perplexed by his confusion.
On any normal given day, it wouldn’t even take a bat of an eyelid for me to answer that one.
It was easy … of course I would choose to love someone.
Why?
I feel that giving and sharing my love to some one is the right thing to do.
An act of self-less-ness.
Showering that particular someone with love and care makes them feel happy and that in turns makes me feel happy.
That’s me… good ole simple me.
But now I’m starting to question myself.
Of course loving someone still brings joy to my heart… even if it means doing it from afar.
But how long can you keep doing it?
How long before you keep loving that someone and that someone doesn’t reciprocate and worse still gets involved with another person.
How then?
What then?
Are you still going to love that someone?
Or will your heart get shattered and just walk away as if nothing has happened?
Funny, how the matters of the heart works.
At this point of time, I find myself swimming in a pool of strange thoughts.
The angel side of me obviously without a doubt beckons that I stay true to my heart.
They say…
“Give someone wings to fly and if that someone returns to you, you ‘ll know she is the one. “
So if I follow my halo of a friend, I’ll just smile, keep loving that someone and always support what ever that someone decides.
Now that Lucifer side of me as we all know doesn’t see eye to eye with my halo friend.
He’ll want me to go out, proclaim my feelings to that someone and if she doesn’t return my feelings.
Go out on a rampage and damn that species forever.
Sigh… this is draining more of me than I thought it would.
Now the only thing that can cheer me up is the hope that I will pass all my exams.
Gosh… and that’s a whole new story altogether.
“Would you rather love some one or be loved”
He turned around, gave me an embarrassed look and said he didn’t know how to answer it. He claimed it was too difficult for him to cough up a reply.
At that time, I was perplexed by his confusion.
On any normal given day, it wouldn’t even take a bat of an eyelid for me to answer that one.
It was easy … of course I would choose to love someone.
Why?
I feel that giving and sharing my love to some one is the right thing to do.
An act of self-less-ness.
Showering that particular someone with love and care makes them feel happy and that in turns makes me feel happy.
That’s me… good ole simple me.
But now I’m starting to question myself.
Of course loving someone still brings joy to my heart… even if it means doing it from afar.
But how long can you keep doing it?
How long before you keep loving that someone and that someone doesn’t reciprocate and worse still gets involved with another person.
How then?
What then?
Are you still going to love that someone?
Or will your heart get shattered and just walk away as if nothing has happened?
Funny, how the matters of the heart works.
At this point of time, I find myself swimming in a pool of strange thoughts.
The angel side of me obviously without a doubt beckons that I stay true to my heart.
They say…
“Give someone wings to fly and if that someone returns to you, you ‘ll know she is the one. “
So if I follow my halo of a friend, I’ll just smile, keep loving that someone and always support what ever that someone decides.
Now that Lucifer side of me as we all know doesn’t see eye to eye with my halo friend.
He’ll want me to go out, proclaim my feelings to that someone and if she doesn’t return my feelings.
Go out on a rampage and damn that species forever.
Sigh… this is draining more of me than I thought it would.
Now the only thing that can cheer me up is the hope that I will pass all my exams.
Gosh… and that’s a whole new story altogether.
Thursday, February 26
Yesterday was Pancake Day.
So we did like what every other English person did on that day.
We made pancakes!
Lirong & I embarked on our pancake journey at around half 4.
Now mind you, this was our 1st ever pancake.
So we aren’t expecting any thing good … so should you!
But we did pick up a couple of tips along the way that we would like to share with you all…
1st, never … and I mean never ever replace vanilla essence with almond essence. Despite the fragrant and delicious smell of almond… they do not go together.
Its like eating bread with noodles!
** yuck **
2nd, make sure that you have a person who is skilled enough to separate the egg whites from the yolks.
I was absolutely horrible at separating the 2 and hence wasted 2 perfectly good eggs.
** hmmm… maybe that’s why the 1st batch didn’t turn out too well **
and lastly, make sure you have some hungry mates waiting in the back ground, that way you won’t have to throw away the remainder of your pancakes.
And not to mention the wonderful feeling to see that all your pancakes have been gobbled up.
So we did like what every other English person did on that day.
We made pancakes!
Lirong & I embarked on our pancake journey at around half 4.
Now mind you, this was our 1st ever pancake.
So we aren’t expecting any thing good … so should you!
But we did pick up a couple of tips along the way that we would like to share with you all…
1st, never … and I mean never ever replace vanilla essence with almond essence. Despite the fragrant and delicious smell of almond… they do not go together.
Its like eating bread with noodles!
** yuck **
2nd, make sure that you have a person who is skilled enough to separate the egg whites from the yolks.
I was absolutely horrible at separating the 2 and hence wasted 2 perfectly good eggs.
** hmmm… maybe that’s why the 1st batch didn’t turn out too well **
and lastly, make sure you have some hungry mates waiting in the back ground, that way you won’t have to throw away the remainder of your pancakes.
And not to mention the wonderful feeling to see that all your pancakes have been gobbled up.
Sunday, February 22
just read this off somewhere today ... and i found it oddly amusing.
no idea why.
"If someone's going to have an expensive, pointless hobby,
I'd rather it was skiing.
Or better still, buying me expensive, pointless things."
anyhow... its already a saturday night...
can't believe the weekend that i so longed for during the begining of the week is about to end.
sigh ... at least its good to know that there might be a strike in the middle of next week.
and you all know what that means...
more sleep for me.
Yippeee!
no idea why.
"If someone's going to have an expensive, pointless hobby,
I'd rather it was skiing.
Or better still, buying me expensive, pointless things."
anyhow... its already a saturday night...
can't believe the weekend that i so longed for during the begining of the week is about to end.
sigh ... at least its good to know that there might be a strike in the middle of next week.
and you all know what that means...
more sleep for me.
Yippeee!
Monday, February 16
After all that talk about dreams and what they represent.
I suddenly had an epiphany that may be dreams just aren’t meant to be sort after.
And hence the word ‘dreams’
They are the fine line separating you from where you stand, “reality” and what you can see but can never have, “fantasy”.
It only happens in your head as a figment of your imagination.
It can never be and will never ever come to life.
I know it took me a while to find out, but I guess some times me being human, just can’t resist the urge.
The urge to hope that hopefully what ever we dream of will materialize right in front of our eyes… making all our dreams come true.
So to all my fellow dreamers who can only dream the impossible dream.
Please do not be disheartened.
Life goes on as it always will and so will we…
Why ? How? …
well we are still here aren’t we.
I suddenly had an epiphany that may be dreams just aren’t meant to be sort after.
And hence the word ‘dreams’
They are the fine line separating you from where you stand, “reality” and what you can see but can never have, “fantasy”.
It only happens in your head as a figment of your imagination.
It can never be and will never ever come to life.
I know it took me a while to find out, but I guess some times me being human, just can’t resist the urge.
The urge to hope that hopefully what ever we dream of will materialize right in front of our eyes… making all our dreams come true.
So to all my fellow dreamers who can only dream the impossible dream.
Please do not be disheartened.
Life goes on as it always will and so will we…
Why ? How? …
well we are still here aren’t we.
Friday, February 13
Dreams … do they actually mean anything?
Some say that dreams are a sign that your brain is still working whilst your body is snoozing away.
Others say that dreams actually mean and represent something that is happening in your life.
Example… have you ever had one of those dreams that you were trying to run as fast as you can but you can’t. Everything just seems to move in slow motion even your legs.
No matter how hard you try… you are rooted to where you stand.
Well from what I hear … those dreams actually mean that you are actually running away from something.
That’s the mystery … I don’t know what we are running away from.
I’m no philosopher, but I reckon that there is something deep down in your heart that you are trying to escape from.
Now I have been having the same dream about someone for the past few weeks… no its not a dirty dream
* you sick people *
I have my own kind of reading into this dream, but just so that I ain’t fabricating some kind of fantasy in my head… maybe you guys can tell me what your little heads can come up with.
Some say that dreams are a sign that your brain is still working whilst your body is snoozing away.
Others say that dreams actually mean and represent something that is happening in your life.
Example… have you ever had one of those dreams that you were trying to run as fast as you can but you can’t. Everything just seems to move in slow motion even your legs.
No matter how hard you try… you are rooted to where you stand.
Well from what I hear … those dreams actually mean that you are actually running away from something.
That’s the mystery … I don’t know what we are running away from.
I’m no philosopher, but I reckon that there is something deep down in your heart that you are trying to escape from.
Now I have been having the same dream about someone for the past few weeks… no its not a dirty dream
* you sick people *
I have my own kind of reading into this dream, but just so that I ain’t fabricating some kind of fantasy in my head… maybe you guys can tell me what your little heads can come up with.
Friday, February 6
How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own.
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?
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Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own.
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?
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Tuesday, February 3
Last Friday we had our annual Chinese New Year Dinner, aimed to bring together all the Chinese (mostly Singaporeans) for a night of relaxation, dinner and most importantly, the traditional Yu-Sheng.
Strangely enough I actually had a part to play in producing the ingredients for this Yu-sheng.
Click here to find out what this Yu-sheng is.
Equipped with a grater, an entire table filled with radishes and loads of bowls, WaiMun, Regent and myself set off to grate our way into the Guinness book of Record.
After an hour of dropping slippery radishes onto the floor and grating, the floor and table was covered with shredded radishes.
I reckoned that more shredded radishes ended up on the floor than in the bowls.
Not bad after a hard hours work.
And guess where all those kamakazi-ed shredded radishes went … no prizes for right guesses… but yeap… they definitely didn’t go into the bin.
No wonder every one was saying that the Yu-Sheng tasted extra nice.
*wink*
Strangely enough I actually had a part to play in producing the ingredients for this Yu-sheng.
Click here to find out what this Yu-sheng is.
Equipped with a grater, an entire table filled with radishes and loads of bowls, WaiMun, Regent and myself set off to grate our way into the Guinness book of Record.
After an hour of dropping slippery radishes onto the floor and grating, the floor and table was covered with shredded radishes.
I reckoned that more shredded radishes ended up on the floor than in the bowls.
Not bad after a hard hours work.
And guess where all those kamakazi-ed shredded radishes went … no prizes for right guesses… but yeap… they definitely didn’t go into the bin.
No wonder every one was saying that the Yu-Sheng tasted extra nice.
*wink*
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